#negan smith x fem!Reader

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Requested by: @idkwthgoitmww <3 thanks, hun! Words: 2,451 Pairing: Negan Smith x Fem!Reader Warnings: language, descriptions of blood and injuries, references to assault and possible attempted sexual violence (did not occur, no description or details) Summary: Negan has to figure out why you've collapsed and try to patch you up. Concern and banter ensues... A/N: I intended this to be the final part, but now I think maybe we need a little more closure with these two? Hmm... should I do one more part? Let me know in the reblogs or comments!

Previous part here!

“Shit, shit, shit,” Negan growled through his teeth. “Alright. Okay…” He scooped you into his arms the rest of the way and laid you down on the couch as gently as he could. Clearly, more had happened out there than you had admitted to him. He clasped your face one more time in an attempt to rouse you. “Hey, doll? Wake up,” he urged. But not even an eyelid twitched. You were out cold. Negan straightened up and rubbed a hand over his face. Obviously, there was a reason you were passed out, so he needed to figure out what it was and fix it. A flash of terror seemed to seize his heart in a tight, icy grip. Hopefully, he could fix it.

His eyes went to your head, propped on the throw pillow at one end of the couch. Head injury? He knelt beside you and cupped your head in his hands gently, turning it slightly this way and that, feeling for any bumps or injuries. He felt and saw nothing besides the injury to your ear which he’d already noticed, and that certainly wasn’t enough to warrant you passing out. His hands and his eyes traveled down to your neck. He unwrapped your scarf and slipped it off. There was the mark he’d seen right away, which was quickly darkening toward a bruise. A bruise and a scratch? Someone had had you by the neck? Just the idea of it made a hot flame of anger flare upwards in his chest.

His fingers went to the buttons of your coat and he loosed them. The wool fabric fell open and he didn’t have to search for an explanation any longer. “Oh, shit,” he cursed. Your white sweater was completely stained crimson on your left side. The material was soaked with blood and it was running toward your back and starting to seep into your coat. “Fuck me,” Negan swore, climbing hurriedly to his feet. He rushed over to the shelves and grabbed a couple clean towels before returning to your side. He let out a shaky breath.

Negan peeled your shirt up, completely unsure of what he would find underneath. At first, he was met only with the sight of a gauze bandage taped to your skin, also completely saturated with your blood. But when he peeled that up, there was a rather significant round hole in your side, about halfway between the flare of your hip and your ribs. A gunshot wound. It looked like you’d tried to stitch it yourself, but the stitches were clumsy and ineffective, probably due at least in part to the fact that you wouldn’t have been able to see it well. “Jesus, doll,” Negan murmured. He gently rolled you slightly toward the back of the couch and tucked one of the towels underneath you. The other he pressed to the wound while he tried to think about what to do. He didn’t have a ton of first aid supplies on hand. His hazel eyes landed on your pack and he dragged it closer, keeping pressure on the wound with the other hand as best he could.

The first thing he pulled out from inside your bag was another bloodstained shirt. He held it up and could see the actual bullet hole through the fabric. He tossed it down. He dug inside again and finally his hands closed around a plastic bag full of first aid supplies. He let out a breath of relief and started setting them out on the little table next to him.

He looked at you lying prone on the couch and realized the bleeding might slow if he rolled you onto your side. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you fixed up,” he said softly. He stood and slipped his hands underneath you again and gently tipped you toward the back of the couch, adjusting the pillow beneath your head. It was just then, perhaps jostled awake, when you started to stir.

The first thing you really remembered was the sensation of cold air on your side and the residual cloud of pain which seemed to be pulsing through your entire torso. “Fuck,” you muttered, dragging your eyelids open.

“Doll?” Negan sounded relieved and you felt his hand press down hard on your side, adding pressure to some wad of something soft.

“Ow!” you hissed, trying to sit up and push him off you.

“Whoa, whoa! Take it easy! You’re bleeding a lot here. We’ve gotta get this stitched up again,” Negan said.

“I already stitched it,” you argued, not thinking entirely clearly at the moment.

“Yeah, and you did a piss poor job, which is why you’re currently lying in a pool of your own blood,” he retorted, not letting up on the pressure to the wound.

You craned your neck to look over at Negan and your side, your brows tense in a wince. Your sweater was soaked crimson and pushed up so Negan could hold a towel over the wound. Your skin was smeared and stained. You felt suddenly tired and laid back down, trying to catch your breath. “Fine… okay,” you sighed. “Do whatever you need to.”

Negan let out a noise that was part laugh and part scoff. “I was planning on it. Hey—is the bullet still in there?”

You nodded, closing your eyes against another wave of pain. “Yeah…”

“Uh, shouldn’t we try to get that out? You could get an infection.”

You laughed grimly. “I was going to leave it in because going on a fishing expedition inside my body with dirty hands while I was laying in the woods didn’t seem like a good idea. Not to mention the fact that I can’t really see it. But please, by all means…”

Negan cleared his throat. “Alright. Hey—hold the towel on here a minute.” You placed your hand over his, sharply aware of even the glancing contact before he slipped away. You stared at the back of the worn couch, focusing on the little squares of woven stitches. You could hear him opening and closing cabinets in the next room.

“Take your time,” you said loudly. “Not like I’m slowly bleeding out over here...”

Negan came back in with a large glass bottle in his hand. Vodka.

You stared at him. “I’m more of a whiskey girl, myself,” you said dryly.

He let out a disbelieving laugh and shook his head. You were still cracking jokes with a bullet in your side. “Of course you are, doll. I’d have guessed that. But this is all I’ve got.” You finally noticed the long silver instrument in his other hand and any jest you had left in you slipped away. You gulped at the sight of the cold metal of the long tweezers.

���You better hand me that bottle,” you said.

“It’s for disinfect—”

“I don’t give a shit. I need a drink if you’re going to dig that thing into me,” you breathed.

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The sound of your own breathing came first, steady but louder than normal, and then there was the comforting sound of a crackling fire in the background. Your eyes were a bit bleary as you opened them but cleared as you blinked a few times. Your side felt as if it was on fire.

You shifted on the couch and Negan straightened up in his chair, the grim expression on his face melting away. “Thank fuck you’re awake,” he said, leaning forward to study your face. “How ya feelin’?”

“Uhh—I think a little drunk actually,” you said, sitting up and putting a hand to your head. The room wobbled a little.

“I’m not surprised. You may have overdone it on the liquid courage. I barely had enough to do the job,” Negan said.

You pressed a hand over your side and could feel that he’d secured a bandage and gauze over the wound. The bandage wrapped all the way around you. “I passed out again?”

Negan nodded and then grabbed a little saucer off the table and held it out so you could see what was on it. “Fucker was in there pretty deep,” he said. The bullet made a sharp noise as it rolled on the ceramic. It was stained with a rusty coating of dried blood.

You nodded. “Right. Well, you got it. Don’t throw that out. I want it,” you said with a half-smile. “I’ll make a necklace or something with it.” Negan didn’t look amused. “It stitched up okay?”

Negan nodded again, discarding the plate on the table again and giving you a long, serious look. “Yeah, it was easy since I could actually see it.” He sighed as you avoided his hazel eyes. “Your ear. That’s a bullet graze.” It wasn’t a question.

You fiddled with the edge of blanket he’d tucked over you, but said nothing. Negan sighed heavily again and you were surprised to see him anxiously running both his hands over his face. You thought they looked a little shaky even. “I’m fine,” you said.

“Somebody almost blew your head off on the way here, but you’re fine?” he said. His voice was deep and gruff, and you could hear anger in it. Not at you, but at what had happened. It surprised you how much feeling was in his voice. “Tell me.”

You gulped and shrugged. “I—ran into some men on the way here. First, they demanded my gear but—that—wasn’t enough,” you said. You avoided his eyes again. “I don’t think they even wanted the gear...” you trailed off. There was a tense silence for a long moment before you hazarded a glance up at Negan and there was a shadow on his face and a violent rage behind his eyes. “They underestimated me. I fought them off but—the last guy had a gun I didn’t know about... But—I took care of it. I’m fine,” you said again, repeating it in the same tone you had every single time you’d already said it. Were you trying to convince yourself or him?

Negan leaned forward, his gaze still intense. “You were attacked by a group of men on the way here, shot in the side, and almost shot in the head which you barely survived, and you’re ‘fine’,” he said. His expression softened as he looked at you, the anger replaced with some mixture of worry and sorrow and regret. “Doll—”

You let out a humorless laugh. “I have to be fine! So, I am!” you said, perhaps a little more loudly than you needed to. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve been in almost the exact same situation since the world went to shit? Be glad you were born a man.”

His eyes flickered over your face, the worry on your behalf still pronounced. “Coming to see me would be a pretty fuckin’ stupid reason to die,” he said.

“I didn’t die, did I? I’m fine.”

He looked hesitant. “None of them got away? Because if they did, I will go out there right now and put them down myself. Just say the word.”

You shook your head. “None of them are left. I took care of it.”

His eyes flickered between yours and the feeling between you was intense and charged. His jaw tightened and he straightened up again in his seat. “For fuck’s sake, why the hell didn’t you just tell me what happened when you got here?”

You opened your mouth to speak, then closed it again. Then, you finally said, “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Negan gave you a look. “You were shot. You almost died. It is a big fuckin’ deal. Besides, how’d that work out for you, hmm? Not making a big deal out of it? You passed out right in front of me and were suddenly soaked in blood.”

“I thought I’d taken care of it myself. I didn’t think—”

Negan crossed his arms, surveying you from his place at the table. “No, you just never want to have to rely on anyone else. Because you think that makes you vulnerable.”

You looked at him with a struck look of surprise and he knew he’d hit the mark. “What, were you a shrink in your last life?”

“No. A gym teacher,” he said with a small laugh.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that left you just after his. “Wow. Really? Sexy,” you said sarcastically.

His lips curved in a small smile. He was relieved you were cracking jokes again. Some of the tension in the air seemed to evaporate. “I’m glad you think so. You’re stuck here now for a few days, so get comfortable, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you think I’m going to let you, of all people, boss me around—”

Negan smiled more broadly. “I love when you try to argue with me. It’s good. I need a firm fucking hand. Speaking of jobs requiring a firm hand—”

“Negan—” you warned him, your tone dangerous.

“—I better go cut some more firewood before we run out,” he finished with a grin. You felt your cheeks flushing. “Jesus, where was your dirty little mind at?” he asked, climbing to his feet. “You relax and drink some water. I’ll be back in a few.”

You stared at his tall frame as he pulled his coat on and opened the door to step outside. “You said it that way on purpose!” you yelled after him.

He glanced back at you over his shoulder from the doorway with that same shit-eating grin. “What? I don’t get what you’re driving at. Maybe you could explain it to me?”

You flicked him off and shot him a glare. Negan only laughed. “Listen, don’t get your hopes up. You’ve got some healing up to do before we can—”

“Negan—” you growled.

“—walk back to Alexandria together. For fuck’s sake, what did you think I was about to say?” You gave him an unamused look and he laughed again. The sound warmed you. “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got it from here. Just rest. You’ll be back kicking ass before you know it. And in the meantime, I am fuckin’ thrilled to have your company.”

[zirconika]

I would love if you could write a fluffy negan x fem!reader one shot, there is genuinely not enough!!! I can’t think of any prompts tho I’m sorry 😭 but if you’re not able to write it then it’s all good🫶🏻

déjà vu

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PAIRING: Negan Smith x Fem!Grimes!Reader WORDS: 3.6k SUMMARY: Being in charge of guarding Negan’s cell has given you plenty of opportunities to spend time with him against your will, but you unexpectedly end up bonding with him. Which is why nothing could have prepared you for finding out that you’ve met before and how. (Reader is Rick’s sister) WARNINGS: fluff, blood … idk what to say just read it!!!  SETTING: post-negan alexandria A/N: oh my god nonnie u r absolutely correct i just checked there’s a concerning shortage in negan fluff so ask and you shall receive!!! ps im nawt sure what u had in mind so i hope this works 

You hated Negan. End of story.

“Why do I have to be the one to do all this?” you’d complain to yourself every time you were handed the food you’d have to deliver to his cell. But you knew why. Your grief and your injury made you a liability than an asset out in the field, thus you found yourself assigned to something worse than desk duty—Negan duty.

The day your brother presumably died, you were so close to reaching him. Just a couple more steps ahead of you and you could have saved him…

But upon the explosion of the bridge had you skidding away, having you hit your head down on the harsh surface of the ground, blood spilling from under the back of your head as well as your broken leg… It had gotten blurry, but it happened nonetheless.

You were bedridden for a week, and you hated it—being left all alone to bear the weight of your grief. The communities were in shambles, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to lead just like your brother did.

When you got better, the ‘council’ refused to let you out, assigning you instead to managing the damned prisoner you had never once bothered to visit for any reason ever since he got locked up.

Now, there you were everyday, feeding the sick bastard canned tuna for breakfast. 

“Where’s the other guy?” he had asked you on the first day you stopped by. Without a word, you gave him his plate, only to sit down across from him, your arms crossed. 

“Doesn’t matter, I’m just doing my job.”

“Goddamn,” he said, that grin of his spirited as ever. Fuck this guy. You started to think of ways you could poison his meals without anyone knowing. “They gave you the fun work from home job? Not cool!”

The first time you met Negan was when he came by Alexandria. You weren’t there when the line-up happened, but it changed Rick. You’d never seen your brother so lost, disconnected from himself and everyone.

He didn’t eat the first meal you brought him, or the second, not even the third.

For a while, it was just like that—you glaring at him while he talked all about… Well, Negan talked about everything. He never seemed to shut up. At least when you were around. When you got better, you began going out again to go on supply runs and when you returned to fulfill your tasks of distributing his food, you also began to notice the change in him.

“Took you long enough,” he said. This time, he really took the time to dig in. “How was the outside? Fun?”

“It was alright,” you said. You’d been against holding a conversation with him, having carried the anger you thought your brother deserved to harness against him. But you’d been feeling so alone the entire time, you decided talking wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “Found a box of canned goods, so that’s that. Good thing I don’t have any assholes taking half of whatever I got.”

“Ha ha,” Negan deadpanned as he continued eating. “I was worried you’d never show up. Been meaning to finally talk to someone.”

“What, you don’t blabber your ass off to any of the guys who’ve visited you?”

“Hell no,” he responded, looking at you as if what you just suggested was the worst thing in the world. 

Racking your mind on why on Earth would this dipshit find you entertaining to talk to despite you not holding any form of conversation throughout your entire time together last time, you decided there was only one possible reason. “You think I’m easy to crack.”

“No, are you crazy?” He looked up at you with a grin on his face as he ate his meal from his seat. “You just seem like the listener type. A lot of you Grimes do.”

You wanted to ask what he meant by that, but you kept your mouth shut. You let him talk his ass off until he finished his food before you wordlessly took his plate. 

As you were about to leave the room, he called out to you. “This gonna be a regular thing?”

“I hope not,” you said as you stepped out and closed the door behind you, with no intention of making this your daily routine. 

Except it eventually did. You don’t know how it happened, but it just did, and you let it. At one point, you started bringing him the food you cooked for yourself, asking him if it was good.

“Are you kidding me?” Negan said in between chews of the spaghetti you made. “I’d go as damn far as saying you might’ve beaten me in my own game.”

“Ha ha,” you deadpanned, parallel to what he’d replied to you on the first day of your routine. “You’re just trying to get me to open your gate for you.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s the thing that just tickles ma balls.”

“Fucker,” you laughed.

You brought him all sorts of dishes you tried to cook. You would’ve asked Carol for help, but years after Rick’s death, everyone maintained a sort of distance from each other. It didn’t help that the Kingdom was hours away, and if you brought any of the food you made, it would’ve been rotten by the time you got there thanks to the heat.

It surprised you how easy it was to talk to him. Some days, you’d forget he was even a prisoner, but more of your friend. Then you’d remember everything he’s done and you’d become distant at times. Negan never commented on it, but he noticed it.

Michonne wanted to ask about why you were making food suitable for two people, but even she felt the gap between the two of you. You loved Michonne, but there was definitely a rift there somewhere.

The only time you’d hang out was when you were at the dinner table with her and the kids, and even then the two of you would only talk about whatever it was the kids wanted to talk about.

You were more close to Judith. For one, she was also fun to talk to. 

You and Negan had that preference in common—talking to Judith Grimes.

It was thanks to Judith you found out about something. After reading to her in bed, you noticed she seemed to still be wide awake. “What, you’re not sleepy yet?”

“I’m not allowed to tell you,” she said, seemingly scared of something. You wondered if Negan had threatened her, that maybe his kindness towards you was in preparation for something sinister.

“Tell me what?”

Judith beckoned you to come closer. You oblige. To your surprise, your niece leaned into your ear to whisper, “Someone has a crush on you!”

You had a feeling who she was referring to. “Who?”

Judith backed away, sinking into her blanket. “I can’t say!”

“Well, what did this someone say?”

“I can’t tell you! Goodnight, Auntie!” And then Judith covered her blanket over her head, guilty about what she’d said. Could it be?

“You’re really not gonna tell me?” you teased your niece. But you knew that once Judith’s made up her mind, that was it. You watched as the blanket shifted left and right out of Judith shaking her head. “Alright, then. Good night, baby.”

Alas, you weren’t able to have your questions answered when you found out about Negan escaping. 

You couldn’t find the words to describe how you were feeling, because it felt wrong to admit you even did feel anything. Maybe he was just using me so I wouldn’t notice his plans to escape… Did he always have plans to escape? Did he get out because of me?

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When he returned, he looked forward to seeing you again. While waiting, he fidgeted with his fingers. Negan Smith was a man of boastful performances; he always knew how to exude confidence in any situation. Coming back into his cell, he was so sure he’d have a fun time slipping back to your old routine together.

His heart almost leapt out of his throat when the door opened for the second time. The first time, he thought it was you, but he just got a whole lecture about everything. 

It bored him to death. He’d returned. There was nothing for him out there, and even if there was… It didn’t matter anymore.

You had to ignore the familiarity in what he called you…

“Hey, gorgeous. Missed me?” He excitedly watched as you came in, his friendly grin faltering when he realized you came in with the food he was originally given during his first few years of imprisonment.

Canned tuna.

“What, no new meal you want me to test today?” he asked, albeit nervously. To Negan’s dismay, his confidence was wavering. “Hellooo?”

Instead of sitting or standing right next to his cell, you sat at the spot you’d taken on the first day. You crossed your arms. 

“Oh, you’re pissed.”

You stared at him coldly. It bothered him, really. He’d gotten so used to seeing you with a warm, friendly smile on your face. He thought he’d have the luxury of seeing it again as soon as he returned.

Instead, he was met by your cold script, “Finish your meal.”

Negan began to strategize, thinking of how he wanted his play to be. In an attempt to reclaim his confidence, he decided to play the stubborn card, saying, “Nope.”

But you weren’t in the mood to play. “Alright, then don’t eat.”

“Fine,” he challenged.

But you weren’t the kind to back down either. “Fine.”

You were curious to know the story behind that subtle flash of recognition in his face that disappeared as soon as it came. It piqued your interest, as you recall having this conversation a long time ago… 

Deja vu, you thought to yourself.

To your surprise, Negan shook his head. “Jeez, just got goosebumps. Got deja vu there for a minute, it’s insane.”

Though you were intent on maintaining distance from the prisoner, you couldn’t help but ask. It surely was easy to talk to the guy, you had to give him that. “You felt that, too?”

“Felt what?”

“Deja vu,” you clarified. Negan watched as you stood up to approach his cell. “Like it happened before.”

“Is it just me, or are we literally doing some batshit telepathy right now?” Negan jokes. “Makes me think it’s a soulmate thing.”

“It’s not a soulmate thing.” You wrap your fingers around a bar of his cell, contemplating where you might have had that conversation. The first time you met Negan, you felt as if his voice was familiar. 

You searched the deepest crevices of your mind, trying to recall a time in your life when you might have possibly met the prisoner. One look at him and you knew he was doing the same.

Nothing came to mind. 

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Except for one. Holy shit. He wasn’t sure, but a part of him felt like it was yanking something out from a library in his mind.

He set it aside for now. He wanted to talk to you first, properly. “[Y/N], this is gonna be a strange request but… Could you come in?”

“What?” you ask, snapping out from your focus. “Why would I do that?”

“Just get in the damn cell.”

“How do I know you won’t trick me just so you could slip out?”

His face screwed up into a frown. “Because I’m not even gonna try. I came back; I chose to. Because of you.”

“What?” you ask again, lost more than ever. It felt wrong that you were expecting something. This was Negan.

The same Negan who…

You shook your head. And you don’t know what force of nature propelled you to be stupid, but you oblige with his request. You sat down next to him on his cot in his cell.

Your backs were to the wall. It felt comfortable somehow. You eyed the stack of books he’d sped through reading whenever he was alone.

Negan set the plate of canned tuna aside, putting his hands on his lap. “You know why I came back?”

“Because you’re an idiot?”

The prisoner laughed, and an unsaid guilt clawed at you from the back of your mind, saying whatever this was… It was wrong. But with Negan, you never felt like you were alone. Which is why it sucked when he left.

“No, stupid. Because there was nothing for me out there.”

“What makes you think there’s something for you here?”

He looked at you this time, his eyes free of the malice you were used to seeing constantly present. “You.”

You had to scoff. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He thought back to all the times you’d sat right next to him with bars separating the two of you. How he’d never felt so welcomed except for in your presence. 

How he waited for you to visit him. How he was constantly excited for the next time you’d come. How he’d get frustrated whenever it was someone else who’d open the door.

“Thought I was done for,” he confessed. “Until you came and I… I told myself I’d make amends with you out of respect for your brother and your nephew, bless their souls. Then you started visiting me by routine. I knew it was your job, but I never felt like I was behind bars whenever I was with you.”

You didn’t know what to say. 

“It means I like you, if you didn’t get that.” He nudged your elbow, looking at you as if he were already expecting you to turn him down. “I just wanted to tell you so you’d understand.”

“I like you, too,” you blurted out.

This time, Negan was the one who couldn’t seem to find the right words to say, much less at least even any words at all. 

“Rick dying like that… It changed me. Changed everyone, really. Nothing was ever the same and I couldn’t do anything about it. I felt alone, and I’m grateful you were there when I grieved. It just… Feels wrong to feel this way about you.”

Negan nodded. “I get it.”

You felt his hand on top of yours, rubbing it. He didn’t even realize he’d done it, but he left your hand alone when he noticed he did. You wish he didn’t. 

But you had to be brave. Shamelessly, you grabbed his hand in yours, lacing your fingers with his. Negan let you. “You suck at this game, asshole.”

And the two of you froze. He knew where he knew you from, and so did you.

“Ho-ly shit,” Negan started. “Are you GorgeousArsenal777?”

It all made sense now. Holy shit, indeed. “You’re SaviorNutsack69?”

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Way before the apocalypse, Negan had made it his personal mission to destroy every single child XBOX Games. First was Gears of War. 

But he decided he wanted more than just a game with a co-op campaign mode. He needed to obliterate opponents in a ranked multiplayer combat game. It wasn’t that he hated them, he just needed a win…

He found a guaranteed win when he matched with MrPuddingCyborg. It was an easy win, really. It was very clear that whoever was behind that avatar was a newbie, thus it was easy for Negan to rank up.

“Fuckin’ loser,” he said, turning on his mic. “I bet you picked that username ‘cause you thought it was cool, didn’t you! It isn’t!” 

“Your technique sucks!” a little boy on the other end said, furious.

“Pants pisser,” Negan said one last time before beginning the game. “Are you shittin’ your pants now? What’re you gonna do, tell your mom?”

The growling on the other end stopped, meaning the kid turned off his mic. Negan scoffed, sensing victory from miles away. “What a fucking crybaby.”

Looking for the same benefits of winning, he requested a rematch. MrPuddingCyborg accepted. Negan leaned back, knowing it was gonna be a cake walk when—

You were killed by MrPuddingCyborg.

What?

Negan’s avatar respawned, but his tactic was used against him.

You were killed by MrPuddingCyborg.

You were killed by MrPuddingCyborg.

You were killed by MrPuddingCyborg.

It went on like that for a while until the two words he most dreaded to find on the screen flashed before him: GAME OVER.

Game over? No way. 

Negan ended their match, frustrated to find that his failure jeopardized his progress in getting up to a higher rank. 

Affected by his loss, Negan kept playing with two different players before finally getting to the third player.

Negan grinned to himself, gripping his controller with the drive to defeat everyone, but for now, GorgeousArsenal777 would be the one to get the heat.

To his delight, he got the first win. He exclaimed with a mischievous laugh. “Haha! One for Virginia!”

But that was just it.

Negan watched in horror as the player obliterated him in every round. He could already imagine his rank getting lower and lower…

He turned on his microphone. “The fuck’s that about? Are you trolling me right now?”

“Troll you for what? Coins you don’t have?,” taunted a girl on the other end as they waited for the intermission time to finish so they could leave the lobby and play another round. “Checked your account, saw you’ve been here for half a year and you’re still in a mid-tier rank. News flash, you suck at this game, asshole.”

“Game on, Gorgeous.”

“Suck my nutsack,” said the voice on the other end. Somewhere almost ten hours away south of Virginia, you clutched your nephew’s controller with a burning desire to destroy the gaming career of this fucker who pissed off your nephew. 

Negan watched in poorly disguised horror as the words notified him of his losses on the screen.

You were killed by GorgeousArsenal777.

You were killed by GorgeousArsenal777.

You were killed by GorgeousArsenal777.

“Listen here, Gorgeous,” he started. Whatever relaxation Negan had was gone. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, concentrating more than ever. “I am gonna make you regret that you ever got a console.”

You snorted. “I’d like to see you try.”

Negan was dead serious. “Fine.”

“Fine,” you fired back. And just in time, you sent a bomb his way, killing him for another time.

You killed SaviorNutsack69.

While you waited for the next round in the lobby, you and your nephew watched as SaviorNutsack69 approached your avatar. The two of you couldn’t help but snicker as he did.

His mic turned on again. “You’re a cheat.”

You resisted calling him a virgin seeing that he came from Virginia, acknowledging the presence of your eleven year old nephew sitting right behind you with his legs crossed, giggling.

“I could’ve beaten this guy,” Carl said with a laugh.

“I know, pumpkin.” You gave the kid a warm smile before turning back to the screen, eager to destroy this man further. “But guys like SaviorNutsack69 deserve to be obliterated.”

You turned your mic back on. “Not my fault you suck. Look at your avatar, dipshit.”

You and Carl snickered on your end, giggling.

The guy on the other end laughed mirthlessly. “I do not appreciate you talking ass about my Limited Edition skin.”

“Sorry you’re not more appreciative,” you quipped, resisting the urge to laugh out loud. “And sorry you can’t rock a leather jacket like I can.”

Negan hated leather jackets, thought it was too hot. He preferred those loose zip-up hoodies. But was not gonna tell GorgeousArsenal777 on the off chance that she uses it as substance to say he just couldn’t pull it off.

“I can so rock a leather jacket, shitface.” 

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” And then he left the lobby before the game could start. You and your nephew burst out laughing at the thought of the dude getting a leather jacket.

He was nothing to the two of you three minutes later, because you let Carl play with his account after that. But SaviorNutsack69? He was not the type to back down from a fight even long after it had ended.

700 miles from Georgia, SaviorNutsack69 got up from his chair and drove to the mall. He ran into the edgiest store he could find with purpose and unapologetically purchased the coolest leather jacket he could find.

And the rest is history.

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The two of you sat there in silence, the thought of having met before all of this…

It was refreshing—the prospect of destiny. Or maybe it was just a coincidence. Either way, it made you an ounce closer to him. 

He grinned. Negan thought back to the leather jacket he abandoned before returning. “Hey, you’re the genius behind my look.”

“Guess I am,” you mused.

Your shoulder brushed against his, and you could have sworn there was electricity there somewhere.

“Feels like a rocky start to a love story, huh?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

“You think this is a love story?” you asked him nervously.

Negan thought about it for a second, grinning. “I don’t know, do you?”

“Well,” you started. You paused before standing up and leaving his cell. Before leaving, you looked back at him with a smile. “We’ll see.”

“See what?” Negan stood up, holding the bars of his cell only to realize that it wasn’t locked.

“If you’re as bad on garden duty as you are on Call of Duty,” you taunted him with the same spirit you had from all those years ago. “Maybe then I’ll consider if it’s a love story.”

And that was it. You liked Negan, but that was just the beginning of a whole new story. You just knew you were lucky enough to have gotten the chance to meet again.

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Fresh Delivery |Negan S. X Fem!Reader | PT. ONE

Warnings: mentions of blood, explicit language, guns, kinks, cursing, negan being smug, mentions of iprisonment.

Story: Negan discovers a suspicious crate of fresh fruit. In order to keep anyone from dying Rick has to give up the secret about your farm. At first you can't stand Negan, but in the short time you've known him, he leaves a lasting sort of impression.

“Well." Negan drawls, turning his back to his men as they work to gather the last of the supplies. Every bullet, can of food, and hope snatched from the good people of Alexandria.

"Everything seems to be in order, Rick." He gives the officer a harsh pat on the shoulder, before he reached down to pry Lucille from his grasp. "You're band of heroes are doing a bang up job of gathering all this shit." He gestures to the items with the end of Lucille as Rick stood in silence giving Negan that famous ‘stink eye’, as he liked to call it. He was going to correct him for it, but as soon as he thought to chastise him one of the soldiers had a little slip up.

They had let one of the cases of fruit tip over. Fresh tomatoes, apples, and other delights tumble out onto the concrete. Leaving brusies behind on the skin as they thumped and rolled to a stop at the two men's feet. This said fruit was currently being looked over by Negan, who had not seen a single sign of a garden since taking over. His eyes narrowed and his grin returned. The air grows cold and tense as he bends down to pick up one of the apples. Rick’s whole body is frozen in place as Negan examines the fruit then slowly turns to face him.

“Rick?" The brunnette casts his gaze down before looking up at him. He holds up the ruined fruit, “Do you have any idea where these little delights came from?"

Surely the truth was just as dangerous as a lie. Either way someone would get hurt. Rick would only hope he'd just punish him by taking more supplies, but that wasn't how things worked. So a lie it was. “We found trees-“

“Bull-fucking-Shit.” He hisses, tossing the apple aside and pressing Lucille to his chest, tapping it ever so lightly, not even bothering to let Rick finish the lie. Negan wasn't dumb. He didn’t like it when people tried to make him look that way, sure he believed in a little fun but he got the shit done.

Apparently nobody learned anything from a few days ago, after he beat the crap out of two of the most important people in Rick’s original gang. Not a single thing. “Did you not learn your lesson the first time?” He snarls, hazel eyes narrowing dangerously as he eyes the dumbfounded expressions on Rick's face. Oh he caught him alright. “So, quit feeding me shit and tell me where the fucking fruit came from!”

Rich shakes his head a huffs in defeat. Sweat dripping from his brow as he locked eyes with Negan and gave in. “It’s a small farm.” He finally gives in. “She gives us fruit, in exchange for very little-"

“Oh, she?” His interest is piqued at the mention of a woman. “You let a little lady fend for herself, Rick. That’s cold!” He lets out a rolling chuckle, and smiles. It was odd that anyone would choose to be on their own versus living in a nice community. However, he knew that being on a farm was also a smart choice.

“Well lets go pay her a visit!” He waves his hand, and the other Saviors work quickly to pick up the fruit that fell. The other members stood in a small crowd watching their every move. Negan throws his hands up in the air. “We’ll give her the good ol’welcome wagon!” He hands off Lucille to Dwight, who lowers his weapon to take the bat. The leader turns and grabs Rick by the collar of his shirt, dragging him off like he was some dog towards one of the trucks, “Arat! We’ll be back. Keep an eye on the Brady bunch, will yah!”

It had been at least a week since Rick had come to see you. The Alexandrians had become close friends of yours after discovering your lovely little farm, which had been lucky enough to outlast the horrible world that surrounded the small walls of the land. Most farmers didn’t build walls like the ones you’d been graced with but it was necessary way before the biters walked the earth. From deer, to boars, and other such rodentia it prevented unnecessary destruction to the fresh garden and small patch of crops blessing your land. When Rick and his gang first came across the farm you were dry adamant about privacy, but grew to enjoy the company, and decided to pass on small crates of fresh foods on occasion since it was only you left standing to defend the farm.

However as you had been careful as to keep track of their visits, you’d notice it’s been a few days almost bordering on five since seeing Rick last. It was odd. Maybe they were busy with the herd. You knew that they had been planning for the worst, but you weren’t exactly sure. So you decided to make the decision to make the delivery yourself, you’d an abundance of fruit, veggies, and bread this season and you surely weren’t going to use it all before it was going to spoil.

As you gather the last of the fruit into one of the wooden crates, there was an unusual loud rumble from outside your gate. It sounded like a car, maybe two. Maybe it was Rick or maybe anyone from Alexandria, you drop the basket of tangerines and rush out to undo the wooden bar locking the metal gate in place. The walls were just high enough to provide coverage from the outside. So you missed the large truck and were in such a rush to make sure you’re friend was safe. So when the doors swung open to reveal Rick but not just him your face fell. He stood next to a much taller man stood behind him, his left arm hung around his broad shoulders. A large truck sat off to the side, one guy inside, and another tall, skinny, dirty blonde hair had a gun aimed on you and Rick.

The more animated one sported a huge grin and cocked his brow. "Ding-dong. Sorry I didnt ring the bell, darlin'."

You stood frozen watching between the two before you were able to say something, “Who?” You gasp, “What’s going on?” You are shocked by the situation. Had he turned on you?

“Listen, I’m so-”

“Ah, none of that Rick.” The older man speaks, swinging his right hand, handling the bat laced with barbwire up in his direction. You stumble back and he chuckles, “Dwight keep an eye on that will yah?” He shoves Rick towards the man he addressed, the guy in the truck sat unmoving watching. Rick shot this man a glare, but it was cut short by Dwight knocking him down on his knees. You lunged forward in order to help Rick, but your kept at bay by the quick movement of the stranger swinging out his bat towards your chest.

“Ah, not so fast darlin’. Rick deserved that one, he kept this little slice of heaven a secret then lied about it.” He was kind to inform you, “See Rick and his community are now under new management, but he still seems to forget the rules.” He chuckles, shoulders shrugging as he glanced back at Rick.

“Negan.” Rick hisses, “Leave her out of this. She’s on her own.” The bat at your chest lowers but does nothing to help steady the increasing beat of your heartbeat, the rise and fall of your chest comes in rapid movements.

“Ho-ly Shit!” Negan speaks out suddenly, “It’s just you out here?” He asks. As if he didn't figure that out back at the community.

You open your mouth to answer by are cut short by him once more, “Fancy livin’ you got there sweetheart. A little garden, some fresh crops, maybe a cow or two in the barn.” He tosses the weapon in his hands back and forth as he swaggers closer towards you. “So where is mama and pop-pop. I wanna meet the Mr. and the Missus."

With everything that happened in the moment, all of your adrenaline and confusion, you reached out and smacked him. Rick, despite his position, knew how Negan would react to such an action, and he wanted to help you, but the barrel that dug into his temple kept him still. "Not an inch." Dwight reminded him.

The man in the truck moved to aim his own weapon towards you. Negan holds him off with a wave of his hand. He chuckles, throaty and heartfelt, almost if he had enjoyed it.

“Day-yumn!” He nearly shouted, “You got quite a hand on yah, sweetheart.” He laughs as you clench your hands at your sides. He waits for a response or some kind of sass, but you say nothing. He leans down to be eye to eye, “Why don’t you give me a tour huh?” At this proximity you can smell the bitterness of beer and brisk scent of pine. When he didn’t get the reaction he wanted, he reached his gloved hand under your chin, finger digging into the flesh of your cheeks, “I said give me a fucking tour, princess. Don’t make me ask again.” He growled, your eyes trailing up his face.

Now you could really take in his features this close. The well trimmed peppered heart, perfect lips, hazel eyes you could lose yourself in. Sure he may have insulted your intelligence, but it felt good to have a man put you in your place. “Yes, Sir.” You reply without a beat. His lips pull into a smirk and he chuckles.

“See, Rick! We’re gettin’ along just peachy.” He finally releases your face and the dull ache in your jaw is only an afterthought as he kindly places a hand on your lower back and ushers you further towards the garden. “B-R-B.” He sings leaving his men to watch over Rick.

The gravel crunches beneath the weight of your steps as you and Negan approached the garden abundant with many fresh goodies. He swings his bat as he walks, "So what's your name, sweet cheeks?"

"Y/N, and that's all you're going to get out of me."

"Oh we'll see about that darlin'." Negan chimes in.

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Bases: Negan Smith- Chapter 1 Her

Pairing: Negan Smith x Fem!Reader

Pov: Negan

Warnings: boundaries push, touching, cocky comments, the walking dead, zombies, trigger warnings, almost dying, special treatment, the wives, jealousy, being saved; Simon mentioned a little bit, maybe Dwight too, and Negans wives. masturbation,

Summary: Negan meets you when you come to the sanctuary doors. Wary of you at first he takes to watching you, and boy does he get interested quickly.

A/n- @ firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 3.2k

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Y/n tries to catch her breath, but she just can’t seem to. Everything around her is swaying with her every step. She feels the sun pour through the sky, and it just ends up beating her up as she walks in the middle of the road. Trees line each side, giving no shade for her overheating body. She walks until she hears the indicators of the walkers; the sound grows louder the more she wanders due North. She worries for a moment until she sees a tall building that probably used to be a factory before the world went to shit. Then the sound of cars, the sounds of people. 

People! She doesn’t care if she doesn’t have enough energy to get to the gates; she’ll push through the hoarse voice from no water for at least the past few nights and days. She’ll push until someone picks her up from the searing hot cement underneath her. She manages to make it to the gate; her face is flush, and she ends up waving down what looks like a post guard. “Do you know where you are, Miss?” It’s a guy no older or younger than she is before Y/n can answer though she’s collapsing to the ground. She’s worn herself out before just making it. 

There’s a knock at the door, which means some shit is happening that Simon or some other fucknut doesn’t know how to handle. The knock on the door is different, rushed, almost a worried knock. “Come in.” I don’t look up until the person starts to talk; like always, it’s Simon. “Boss, um, we’ve got a problem.” My brow arches as I stare at Simon with a deathly glare. “A problem?” It’s not really a question, and Simon knows it. He just nods, and we walk in steadfast with each other. Lucille sits over my left shoulder. People quickly advert their stare as we step outside in the blaring heat of the Georgia sun. 

There’s a small, growing crowd around something rather intriguing. “Move outta the way, dingbats,” Simon shouts rather loudly in my ear as I look into the center of the growing crowd. “What’s this?” I ask one of the guards. His gun is slung around his back, the nose of the sniper pointing towards the ground. “I’m not sure, Duke over there said this girl waved and then collapsed outside the gates.” More intrigue. “Let me see.” The crowd moves, giving me a perfect view of the ‘girl’ lying on the hot ground. “You,” I say, pointing with the bat's end cap. The guy, ‘Duke’ visible, swallows, “She um… she was running towards the gate, and tried to wave at me, but before she could answer any of my questions, she just knocked out, hit the ground pretty hard too, Sir.” The guy says. I move Lucille making room for me to bend to my knees and get a more impersonal look at the ‘girl’ layin’ on the ground. 

Her skin is red and peeling in some places on her face and shoulders. Her hair is out of her face. Her face looks almost hollow like she hadn’t had water in days, maybe weeks. But she’s wearing what looks like an excellent proper pair of boots and jeans, and the first thing I think of next is, “Did ja check for bites?” I ask the whole crowd, and the Duke guy answers again. “Already checked her out, nothing, no bites or anything, Sir.” He says; I motion for Simon to come over, “Why was this so fuckin’ important, huh Simon?” he glides a hand through his messy hair. “Cause I figured you want to say what happened to the girl.” Simon never really gave a shit, didn’t take orders to well, and somehow always managed to not fuck up but still fuck up my shit. 

“Yeah, dumbass take her to the damn doc. What the hell you waiting on me to say that for.” I mutter to myself as I watch the two post guards pick her body up stiffly. Causing the both of them to alost tumble over. I roll my eyes at the action. “Simon.” I shove the bats handle into his hand. “You tow lacklys, get back to work i’ve got her.” The inner monologue tells me that I know it will always be me who has to take care of the dark shit, the bad shit, and the good shit. Nobody else. Simon close behind me, as the women lay limp in my arms. 

She had yet to open her eyes as the cool air inside the sanctuary hit her cheeks, her arms, and any other exposed skin. She didn’t even rustle as I walked her limp body through the doorway. “Dr. Carson, you can stop whatever the fuck you’re doin’ now. Help this women here.” I set her down on the cot, her head falling back along with her hair into the shitty pillow provided in this makeshift ER. “What… What happened?” Dr. Carson wasn’t the village idiot by any means, but it would nice if for once I didn’t have to tell the damn idiot what happened and he could just go do his fucking job. “Carson, just do your fuckin’ job or I swear to the god that probably fucked off already I will make your postion available again.” He shook his head, and got to work. Simon handed Lucille back to me, as I took a seat in those uncomfortable waiting chairs. 

“Looks like she has some burns some serious” Carson said looking over at me. An arch brow, and he was on the way to solving the whole damn thing, “Nothing a little bit of antibotic cream can’t fix. She’s also very dehydrated, so I’ll need to get her pumped with some fuilds before she can… before she’s well enough to talk with you Sir.” Carson mumbled out, I nodded my head and started to turn out of the room. “You said she needs fluids.” Carson nods his head, as he goes to get bandages wraps for her burns. “Bring her to my room, we should show our new guest the best care, right Carson?” He nodded with angst. 

“Are you sure… Sir, do you think that’s the best course of action. We don’t even know where this fuckin’ lady is from” Simon as his ratty, trash talkin’ fucking mouth never shut the hell up sometimes. I turned quickly catching his normal leaned back attitude off guard. “I think you would know me by now Simon. It’s a game, it’s always a fuckin’ game.” Simon stood still for a moment, and then nodded. 

An hour later there was a knock on my bedroom door. “It’s Dr. Carson with the Jane Doe.” He said through the door. I rolled my eyes, the clink of the gin bottle hitting the glass table rang my ears as I got up opening the door. This time two much larger guard held the Jane Doe on a cot. Less prone for her fall and get even more hurt. “You said you wanted her here sir?” Carson asked as if the first time I said wasn’t good enough for him. I look over at the Jane Doe. Her shoulder all the way down to her arms are covered in the white bandages. Her face isn’t though which is nice. “Come on in then.” I open the door wide enough for the large men to walk her in and place her on the couch adjacent of the bed. “I’ll get some fluids going in her and then I can come back in a few…” I cut him off, “No need doc, I’ve got it from that point. Don’t need someone in and out of my fuckin’ room every couple of hours.” He nods his head vigorously. I know what I’m doing, and there’s more I wanna know about this mystery Jane Doe. 

“Well hello there sweetheart.” The women in front of me is opening her eyes. It took nearly two days to get to this point. For nearly two days I have extra patrol out making sure that nobody followed this young women here. No need to be gettin’ ambushed right now. Her eyes go wide and when she opens her mouth to talk nothing comes out. Her nails scrap at her throat. “You need something to drink?” I’m quick to get up and gather a glass of water for her. Her hands are clammy when they graze past mine to collect the cold cup of water. The needle in her arms ache I can tell just from the look on her face. “We’ll take that out later, but for now why don’t you not rush your recovery.” I said as soft as I can. She looks like someone just told her that the world was starting all over again. 

She clears her throat, and for the first time I hear her voice. It’s angelic is a soft, fairy sort of way. “Where am I?” She ask looking around the room. “A settlement, the Sanctuary.” She looks over at me, beautiful eyes shining back at me. For the first time it’s odd to around a women who isn’t appalled by me, or faking it all together. She pure, and innocent in so many moldable ways. “I promise that i’ll be out of your hair before you even know that I was here.” She promises me, I humm. Then look over at her fluid drip, and the bandages on her body. “I was thinkin’ that you could stay here for a while. At least get yourself settled before you go back out in that hot Georgia sun. 

“So Miss Jane Doe, do you got a name?” I ask her as my words sink into her head. She clears her throat again taking another large gulp of water to coat her throat. “My name is um…Y/n.” She says with a little smile. “And you wer travelin’ alone out there?” I ask her, “Yeah.” She says nodding, she looks far of into the distance staring up at one of the ceiling tiles. As if she’s remembering someone she’s lost. I clear my own throat bringing her attention back to me. “I’ve ask that the doc, keep you here in my room. I wouldn’t suggest that you go out right now. Dr. Carson and I agree that you’re a little too fragile for that eveiormnet right now.” I said coaxing her into a choice she had no say in. She nodded, “My pack?” She asks, “I almost forgot.” I reach behind the coch she’s laying on. “Thanks.” She says with a small smile, and once more our hands graze each others. 

Hours later after a rather a surface level introduction with Y/n about where she came from, why she didn’t have anything other then a knife, and what the Sanctuary was about. There’s a soft knock on the door. It causes Y/n to shiver with anxiety. “It’s alright sweetheart, don’t worry about anyone trying to get ya.” “Can I come in, Negan?” I know that damn voice, Frankie. I boil over with anger and before I can get to the damn door Frankie is opening it. A sliky black dress drapped over her frame. I catch Y/n out of the corner of my eye; staring and watching the interaction between the two us. “Negan, I haven’t seen you in a few days…” Frankie stops short in her sentence. Scwoling at Y/n, as if she understands what the hell is going on either of them. “Frankie, go. I have a guest.” I say strongly grabbing her bicep and pushing her out of the room. 

The slam of door makes Y/n shriek, and when i turn to look at her she’s got her head cocked. “Who was that?” She asks timidly. “A… um… it’s just Frankie.” I finally manage to mumble out. “When was the last time you had a good bed to lay down in?” I ask in deperate need to change the subject. I don’t know just yet how to explain the wives to her, but then again when have I ever felt the need to explain myself to anyone. I push the feeling away, bury it in my stomach. Deep down. She shifts swinging her legs to the edge of the couch. She’s got pretty long legs even from the thick jean material that hid them. “I’d say at least since the first or second month of this shit.” I huff a laugh out, “Well how about this sweetheart. I’m gonna take this IV out, and patch you all up so you can get a good nights rest.” “But what about…” I shake my head. “I’ll take the couch, it’s been a while since I’ve booted to the couch anyways.” I jokingly say. 

Carson had left a few supplies here for me whenever Y/n was going to wke up so I could remove the IV, and bandage her up. As I do her skin is soft as least not where she’s been wrapped up with bandages. “So what was wrong with me?” She asks as she stares at my working hands. “You got a hell of a sunburn all up and down your shoulder and arms. Some antibiotic cream should fix ya up real quick.” I tell her, “And plus you were super fuckin’ dehydrated, what the hell were you doing running a fuckin’ marathon?” She giggles at my question as I tape down the gauze to make sure the blood doesn’t leak into anything. 

“Do you have extra clothes in that pack of yours?” I ask Y/n, she looks down and dig around. A minutes passes, and another, “Look mary poppins I don’t think there’s anything else the damn bag.” I might be getting a little frastrated, “So I’d take that as a no.” She nods her head. I whip myself around. Shifting through draws and a small closet of my clothes. “For tonight you can borrow somethin’ of mine. Sweats, and a long t-shirt so your bandages don’t come off during the night, Sweethearts.” I say passing her the clothes. Y/n stares down at them, and she get a little shy, well a lot shy. Bitting and pulling on her bottom lip. “Bathroom is over here sweetheart.” I watch as she walks towards the bathroom, and then the door shuts. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask myself. Dragging my hands down my face. There’s a shuffle from behind the bathroom door. “All good in there?” I ask, willing my voice not to break. I feel like a high school kid all over again with a stupid high school crush. “Um…” her voice sounds so tiny behind the door. “I don’t think this is gonna work.” She says shyly through the door. I stand to open the door, but she does before I can manage it. My long sleeve is loose on her frame, and the sweats don’t even take on her hips, but I guess that’s alright since the long sleeve is so big on her it acts as a dress. “That’s all good doll, how about I help ya get to bed.” I say reaching out my hand for her to grab. 

Yet again her hands are baby soft, like she’s never been outside a day in her life. No broken calluass, or rough patches. With our hand interlocked I walk her to the side of the bed. Moving the sheets back so she can easily get under the covers. She isn’t graceful about the plop down the bed. “A water bed!?” She asks, I actually laugh, “I wish sweetheart!” As Y/n shifts her legs to get under the covers and onto my side of the bed. I get a flash of her pink worn panties. 

I have to swallow down the groan of sexual frautration, maybe I should have taken Frankies offer. Pushed her outside the door, and fucked her stupid mouth shut. I shake my head, and I watch as Y/n starts to get snuggled into the cool fabric. I don’t grab the other pillow fromthe bed, I just make my way towards the couch. Cleaning up the medial mess I made earlier. I lean back into the coch, closing my eyes and all I can see is the pink panites. The coarse hair that prickled to come through the fabtic.

My cock stirs to life in my tights blue jeans. I can’t see Y/n’s face due to the dim lights in the room, but her snores are a good alert that’s she fast asleep. I close my eyes again and the flash of her nipples through the old shirt of mine makes me swallow down a moan. A hard on from a girl I know nothing about, a fuckin high school kid. All I can think of is the pink pussy that lays behind the pink panties, the tits that would bounces as I fucked her raw. I unzip my jeans, and pop my hard cock from my boxers. 

The tip is leaking pre-cum that I end up just using as lube. Pumping myself slowly at first until my eyes fall shut and all I can imagine is the sounds that Y/n would make when I fucked her up agaisnt the headboard. Or how good her pussy probably tasted. My cock is coated with my pre-cum, and so is my hand. The sounds are delicious, the sound of the squelching as the soft pad of my thumb over over the head of my cock and I end up just a pile of fuck, shits, and graons as I come all over my chest. 

“Fuck.” My breath is ragged, I haven’t come that since I was much younger and a whole lot ballsier. I throw my shirt off my shoulder and wipe down my tummy, and chest. Discarding the ruined shirt to a pile of other thrown clothes.

Completed on: 08/10/23

Posted on: 08/12/23

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Secrets pt.3 - Negan Smith

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A/n: After what felt like a decade... it’s finally here. Sorry if you’ve been waiting for a long time :’^) If you haven’t already read the previous parts (or if you want to reread) then here they are part 1 and part 2. 

Category: ANGSTY, little smutty

Pairing: Negan Smith x fem!grimes!reader

Season: 8

Warnings: Violence, Rick is a sad guy, Negan type language, just some teasing from Negans side, some making out, not gonna put other warnings because it will spoil the plot

Word count: 9k

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It was early morning, and back at the Hilltop, Rick had barely gotten any sleep. He couldn’t sleep because all he could think about was if his daughter was alive and well. She could be laying in a ditch dead somewhere, if she did, Rick would feel like it was completely his fault. He kicked her out, he scared her away, he yelled at her. He made her think he didn’t ever want her to come back.

“Rick?” Michonne asked in a soft voice, Rick was putting up some boards in the room where Judith was going to be sleeping.

He didn’t look over his shoulder at Michonne, he just continued to hit the nail with the hammer.  He was putting the boards up over a broken window since they couldn’t fix it any other way.

“What’s going on with you?” Michonne asked softly, Rick didn’t give any response he just continued on like he didn’t hear her. “Where’s Y/n?” Hearing those words come out of someone's mouth made Rick tense up, he stopped what he was doing, the guilt and fear now consuming him.

“I don’t know...” he mumbled as a tear pushed past his waterline to then fall down his cheek lazily.

He scratched his scalp as he turned to Michonne, who was standing there confused.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” she asked, sounding concerned and a little bit irritated.

“I sent her away...” Rick sat down on the bed, more tears running down his face. “And now she might be dead... because of me.” He almost started to sob when he admitted it.

“Why would you do that?” Michonne was still very confused, but her concern for Y/n’s wellbeing was growing increasingly.  

“She... she slept with...” Rick stopped because he couldn’t finish his sentence, it felt disgusting and disturbing.

Michonne slowly walked over and sat down beside Rick, she grabbed his hand softly.

“With who?” Now she was also starting to get emotional, something deep down inside her already knew who Rick meant.

“Him...” Rick sighed. “Negan.” A tear fell slowly from Michonne's eye, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Fury also started to grow rapidly inside her, although the concern for Y/n’s well being devoured it in a second. Her breathing was shaky, it was dangerous now more than ever out there. The war with The Saviors was more intense than ever.  

“Now, I have no idea if she’s even alive or ever coming back, maybe she’s lost...” Rick started sobbing, making Michonne out of reflex hug him tightly.

“She’s okay...” she comforted him. “She has to be.” Another tear fell from her eye. “We can’t lose two children in a week.”

-

The window in Negan's room didn’t have its curtains pulled down, which made bright sunlight burn its way onto Y/n’s eyelids. She flattered her eyes open softly to then squeeze them shut quickly when the sun burned into her eyes. Y/n turned around so that she was laying with Negan right in front of her. She rubbed her eyes before opening them, she furrowed her eyebrows. Negan wasn’t there, the bed was empty.

Y/n sighed remembering what happened last night. She sat up in his king sized bed and stretched. Y/n looked around the room, there was nothing. She had no idea where he was until the sound of a door opening was heard. Negan came out of the bathroom, his expression changing in a second when he saw Y/n.  

“Morning sunshine,” he joked, smiling like an idiot. “Sleep well?”

“It was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.” Y/n softly smiled back at him as she spoke with a raspy morning voice.  

“Great,” he clapped, then rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Because we have a big day in front of us today, get dressed.” Negan said and pointed to some clothes that were laying on the leather armchair, folded nicely.  

Y/n stood up from the bed, getting help from Negan to walk over to the piece of furniture. She looked at them and recognized it immediately. Thank god, she thought. It was her clothes that she wore yesterday when he’d found her. Her t-shirt was damaged from when her arm got injured but it wasn’t a big deal. Some grass stains were still there on her jeans although she didn’t really care. Everyone has stains from dirt and grass on their pants nowadays. Negan had even washed her underwear, what a gentleman. She moved the clothes to the table then sat down in the soft chair. Slowly putting on her jeans, careful to not harm her ankle more. It was very sore but didn’t ache as much today. Y/n put on her bra under Negan's t-shirt that she was currently wearing, not being completely comfortable with being naked in front of him.  

“Aw honey,” he pouted slightly from where he was sitting on his couch. “I wanted a show.”

Y/n just rolled her eyes when she pulled the shirt over her head. She had clasped her bra and now put the strands on her shoulders. Negan sent her an amused look because of the view he was getting. Y/n ignored him and put on her t-shirt. She grabbed her shoes that were in front of the armchair, quite literally right under her nose.

“I washed your shoes too, but in a separate washer.” Negan said. “You are just a very dirty girl, aren’t you?” he taunted, making her flustered.

“So, what are we doing today?” Y/n chose to ignore his comment meanwhile heat was spread through her cheeks. “You said it was a big day for us.”

“Yeah, I have some major business to handle here. You know, the big guy has been gone for a day. People think they can just do whatever they want as soon as I’m not there.” He talked like he was going to laugh but his eyes were almost flaming with fire.

“...Something happened?” Y/n asked cautiously, she didn’t want to poke the bear.

“Yeah, yeah something sure as hell happened.” Negan said quite irritated although it didn’t sound like he was pissed at Y/n.    

“What happened Negan?...” She asked quietly with a very soft voice.

Negan just stared at her for a moment, with one of those looks that made you wonder about what he was going to do next. There was no way to tell. He wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t looking pissed either. He just looked neutral with his eyebrows furrowed as if he was thinking.

“You know the garbage queen?” Negan asked, Y/n nodded. “Well, apparently Simon went over there and lined all of them up, to then have saviors shoot them all until they died. But, Jadis survived and told me all about it. From the beginning they were just gonna go over there to kill one, because the garbage people betrayed us, but Simon broke the rules only because I wasn’t there.” He explained, it looked like it pained him, it certainly made him pissed off, you could clearly tell by just glancing at him.

“Negan... that’s horrible...” Y/n sighed not knowing what else to say, what he had just told her sounds like what only an insane person would do.

“What’s worse is that Dwight warned me that Simon has been building a little club to try and kill me,” he sighed. “I’m going to have to kill him, but I’ll give him a chance to live.”

“A chance? How? What kind of chance?” Y/n asked to which Negan only answered with a mysterious shrug.

“You’ll see...”

“What-” Y/n breathed out confused, furrowing her eyebrows.

A firm knock on the door caused the two to break the eye contact they were currently maintaining. Negan stood up and walked over to the door, he opened it and outside stood Dwight and Arat.

“Simon called the group for a meeting in five minutes, snipers are ready on the roofs and everything else is set up.” He informed his leader. “We just gotta get everyone else in position.”

“Great, thanks D.” Negan thanked before turning to face Y/n, he put his index and middle finger up beside each other and motioned for her to stand up.

Y/n stood up with a shoe in her hand on the other on her right foot, since she couldn’t walk on her sprained ankle.

“Arat, help the lady to the main floor and then come outside and get in position.” Negan ordered Arat, who immediately stepped forward to let Y/n put her arm around her shoulder. “I want everyone to see me being reasonable by giving Simon a second chance.”

He grabbed Lucille before walking off with Dwight. Arat started walking with Y/n  out of Negan's room.

“Hey,” Y/n said immediately capturing Arats attention. “What does he mean by giving Simon a second chance?” She asked.

Arat shook her head. “No, nobody really knows with him. I mean you could guess but you’re probably not getting it right anyway.” She closed the door to Negan's bedroom behind them.

-

“Have you read it yet?” Michonne asked from her position in the doorway when Rick looked down into the drawer where he’d put Carl's letter.

“No...” he mumbled quietly.

“You should... Carl wants you to... that’s why he wrote them...” she said gently.

Rick just stared down at the letter laying in his hand.

“I know...” He whispered and his voice cracked. “I can’t lose another one of my babies Michonne...” Tears fell from his eyes as he spoke.

“I know Rick...” she sighed. “Remember Y/n is a smart, sweet and very tough girl, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Carl was tough too...” Rick said sadly. “He was also very brave and sweet...”

Rick couldn’t help but to start sobbing again. Michonne was quick to comfort him. She wrapped her arms around him from his side while Rick cried with his hand to his face.

“I really think you should read your letter... it’ll be good for you... Rick, you need it.” Michonne told him a little more stern this time.

Rick just nodded, his glassy eyes mirroring pure pain.

“Go outside... here on the second floor onto the balcony where no one is and read it, you won’t be distracted.” Michonne said softly while she rubbed his upper arm with her hand. “I’ll finish the windows.”

Rick slowly walked out onto the balcony, dragging his feet behind him. Already on the verge of tears he sat down in the shadows, avoiding the burning sun. A tear fell from Rick's eye one again as he began reading Carl's letter. He had written about how he remembered school, Lori, going to the movies, Friday night pizza him and Y/n used to love, grandma and grandpa, church and cartoons. Just overall things that made Carl happy back in the day. Ricks heart hurt more and more the further he got into the letter. Especially when he read that Carl remembered that Rick used to tell him about the walks they used to take when Carl was three around the neighborhood all the way down to a farm. How Rick would hold Carl's hand and make him feel safe, special and happy. The guilt came back when he read the line “I thought growing up was about getting a job and a maybe a family. But growing up is making yourself and the people you love safe. As safe as you can, cause things happen.” A tiny soft smile had grown on Ricks lips as he read about how Carl told him he wish he could make Rick feel like he did when he was three, holding his hand.

The little peace Rick felt for a second had now been wiped away completely as well as the small smile was long gone as soon as Rick read the name ‘Negan’ in the letter. Carl tells him about the innocent workers, giving the people in there a chance and trying to make peace with The Sanctuary overall. Rick threw his head back against the wooden pole he was sitting by and sighed when he read this. Rick's lips parted in disbelief when he read the next few sentences, a small gasp of utter shock leaving his body, the tears instantly rushing back.

“Dad, there is something you need to know. When you find out about this or if you already have. I just need you to be able to forgive and forget because who knows how much time left she has? I didn't. If you know what I’m talking about, I know you must’ve been furious when you found out, I was. But dad please don’t be mad at her or do anything stupid without thinking. When she told me about it, I started yelling whatever I could at her, then I even threw some things across my room back in Alexandria. I need you to forgive her, please. And give her a hug from me and take her on one of those walks, please.”

Rick's heart ached, his breathing pace faster than ever. Panic rising quickly in his chest.

“No...” he sobbed. “No, no, no...!”

Rick knew exactly what Carl had written about, it was Y/n. What she had done, what Carl wanted Rick to do when he found out. If he had only had that letter earlier. If Y/n was dead, Rick would never heal knowing he’d let Carl and her down. He would never be able to sleep again. If he never found her, that would drive him mad. Rick hurried up to go out and look for her when he bumped into Michonne in the hallway on the second floor.

“Rick?” she asked, noticing how shook up he was.

“Carl knew.” Rick sighed. “I need to find her, I can’t let them both down like this.” He sobbed.

“Rick.” Michonne said sternly, catching his attention. “What happened?”

He showed the letter to her and pointed to the last part. He could hear Michonne's breathing increasing rapidly and how she lost her breath from time to time.

“I’ll go look for her.” She said, also wanting to read this letter to Negan. “You stay here Rick, the community needs you.” Michonne wiped his tears, the look on his face was extremely distressed and freaked her out a bit. “Okay?” she whispered.

“Okay...” Rick whispered back softly.

-

Outside by the fence Dwight was standing and tapping his foot against the concrete. He had his arm on a container as he leaned against it. He paced around in a circle, feeling nervous. What if Simon found out what he was really up to. He was basically setting this man up to be beaten to death by Negan himself.

A group of saviors came out of the exit underneath the stairs with yellow metal railing meanwhile Simon came out of the door on top of it where the yellow metal railing was on the stairs made out of stone with more saviors behind him.

“Hey,” a savior called out to Dwight. “Some shit, huh?”

“Yeah,” Dwight drawled.

“Gotta think uh, you wanted this before we did.” The man said to Dwight who knew exactly what he was referring to.

He didn’t answer, he just dragged his thumb under his eye, lightly scratching it. Simon stepped up to Dwight, looking him sternly in the eyes before turning his gaze to the other saviors.

“If you’re here right now,” Simon began and let out a small sigh. “You’re in. We can talk about approaches and finesses but you are in.” He turned around looking at Dwight as he said the last few words. “No take backs.” Dwight stared at the ground not wanting to look up. “We need to make this quick, quiet and respectful. Man’s done a lot for us, he deserves that.” Simon looked around the group before his gaze landed on Dwight once again, he raised his finger and pointed at him before starting to talk once again. “You have some legitimate personal issues with the man.” He took one step towards Dwight. “The kill is yours if you want it, something quiet, I mean not a knife.” Simon chuckled to himself. “Can’t make it that personal... silencer?” He backed up from Dwight and started pacing around in circles looking around at each group member. “We called a meeting, and that’s it. The next order of business is to set the brake to start the healing. The catalyzing event to facilitate that is the destruction of the Hilltop and its residents. We’ll make it a monument of compliance, sorry Gregory. And then we get on with our lives,” Simon stopped going in his circles and stepped up to Dwight again. “Right Dwight?” He asked.

Dwight looked up from the ground at him before whistling the classic savior whistle, Simon's facial expression went from confusion to a mix of anger and fear when Negan came out from behind the container, whistling. He took Lucille into his other hand that was gloved and placed his bare one on Dwights shoulder.

“Thank you, D.” He praised, keeping his pretty relaxed gaze on Simon. “I’ll take it from here.” Negan said in a dangerously calm tone.

Simon kept his gaze on Dwight, it was now full with fury and wonder. Negan kept his gaze on Simon, a hint of disappointment in his dark eyes.

“Three,” he began counting, making Simon move his gaze to him. “Two,” Negan continued on counting down. “One.” He said, directly after all the saviors in this little group were shot to death, except Simon and Gregory.

Simon flinched then looked around trying to see where the shots were fired from. Arat and another savior came out behind a van. The gun in her hand gripped tightly, aiming directly at Simon's head. He turned from art and looked back at Dwight as two other saviors came onto his left side, taking his weapons. Simon stood still before launching forward to try and get a hold of Dwight but the two saviors pulled him back, and then held him still.

Simon trying to attack Dwight brought a smug grin to Negan's face, he let out a breathy chuckle before speaking; “Now there is the Simon that I know, comes right at ya.Instead of that backstabbing bullshit.” He walked past him while talking.

Although Simon only still kept his gaze on Dwight, he couldn’t believe it. Why would he do this...

“Why?” he asked through gritted teeth. “After everything he did to you, huh?” Simon spat nodding his head to Negan by the mention of him, keeping his jaw clenched so tight that you could see the veins popping out on his throat. “Why do this?”

“He’d win.” Dwight said simply.

Negan stood a foot away from Simon beside him and those two saviors. He had a smug look on his face because of what Dwight said before turning more stern. Simon is still just staring at Dwight furiously, refusing to break off the eye contact with him.

“You killed all the garbage people Simon...” Negan reminded, before turning around and gathering some strength before crushing one of the dead former saviors heads’ with Lucille, the sound of her crushing their skull making Simon flinch. Negan turned around to look at him before speaking his next line. “After I specifically told you not to do that shit.” He gathered his strength again and crushed another skull. The sound of it makes Simon close his eyes and think that he might be next to face Lucille. He was breathing heavily, nostrils flaring since he was so pissed at Dwight. “I got a sneaking suspicion that you were hoping I was dead.” Negan bashed another skull, Simon still keeping his intense gaze on Dwight. “Rick kamikaze that convoy. The Hilltop? Yeah...” Negan asked before bashing a final skull in. “All is not forgiven.” He spat.

Negan turned around from the corpse and stood waiting for Simon to look at him. When he didn't, the saviors turned him around with much force. As they turned him around he still glared at Dwight as if he wanted to beat him to death.

“Why?” Negan asked. “After all this and me being me,” he moved his tongue in between his teeth slowly staring at the angry man in front of him. “I’m still gonna give you your shot.” Negan walked up straight into Simon's face making him straighten his back to look bigger and try and assert his dominance.

Negan stepped even more up in his face before straightening his back, looking directly into Simon's eyes. “You wanna be the man you gotta beat the man...” He informed me by looking at the man in front of him with a dangerous look.  “You can do that, hell you should be the man.” Negan challenged, a smug smirk growing on his lips.

Simon leant forward and slimmed his eyes down looking at his former leader. His chest rising up and down rapidly. Eyebrows furrowed and jaw tightly clenched. Ready to battle for leadership.

Y/n was standing in the staircase above the main floor, in front of the exit. Where she stood it wasn’t high up. It was just above the first flight of stairs that were connected to the first floor. There were more stairs to get to the top but she guessed this is where Negan wanted her, with a plain view over all the workers. This was actually the exact place Negan and Carl had stood before, when he was getting his tour around the Sanctuary.

She felt uneasy when she noticed how the saviors were staring at her, some of the workers too. It was just because she was Rick the pricks daughter. They knew she was, last time she was here the word had gotten around with the saviors that she was a part of the Grimes family.

Suddenly the doors to the exit beneath her flew open. In through then came SImon and two saviors that were holding him. They then let him go once he was right in sight of Y/n on the first floor. Behind came Negan walking slowly, stopping a fair amount of distance in front of Simon. Rows of saviors piled up behind him, making him look like the bigger man. Simon didn’t have anyone standing close behind him, there were just workers standing at their stations watching completely flabbergasted. The look on Simon's face made a pit full of anxiety make itself at home in Y/n’s stomach. She realized what the two of them were about to do. They were about to fight to the death. This could go horribly wrong. If Simon succeeded to win he would probably kill her then go and attack the Hilltop. He was crazy, just wanted to hurt people.

Negan stood with his head slightly leant back and so was the rest of his body. He had his arms down loosely crossed by his abdomen, Lucille gripped lazily in one of his hands. His back was to Y/n so she couldn’t see his face. Although, he hadn’t said a thing so she knew he was just staring at SImon waiting for him to make a move.

Everything and everyone was quiet, no one dared to make a sound, watching what was about to happen. Y/n’s gaze landed on Gregory, he looked nervous and Dwight did too. She didn’t blame them though, she was nervous too. This could all go wrong or good, no in between. Simon turned slowly to look at all the workers and saviors before he shouted out;

“Everyone! After this is done,” He continued on shouting while taking off his camo green jacket. “We get to work!” SImon threw his jacket onto the floor beside him. “Just know that I didn’t want this!” he yelled before making eye contact with Y/n for a moment.

She felt even more anxiety washing over her features when he gave her a look that told her that he would without a doubt, kill her and everyone she cared about if he won this fight.

“But The Sanctuary must stand!” He broke off the gaze with Y/n before it finally landed on Negan, rolling up the sleeves of his dark gray shirt. “This is not the man to prosecute this conflict!” He said walking closer and closer to Negan, with every step making Y/n lose her breath more and more.

What Simon was saying brought a challenging and smug smirk to Negan's face. He couldn’t believe this guy, being his best man for years then he just became some traitor and now wants to kill him.

“Just wanted to say...” Simon began making silly gestures with his arms and head before turning around to look around at the crowd of people. “A grateful enclave thank you!” he fumed, turning around and hitting Negan in the face, making him fall to the ground.

Y/n gasped, just hoping that Negan would get up. He sat up but was punched in the face again by Simon and fell back down. He grabbed Negan by his leather jacket and put him on his feet, to then punch him once again to make him fall over. This time when Simon ran at him and was trying to tackle Negan to the floor, he was ready. He caught Simon and elbowed him in the neck then threw him onto the floor. Y/n stood watching, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. Negan didn’t go straight back in to attack him again, he stood and paced slowly as Simon got up and let out a growl then he ran at Negan again. He grabbed his leather jacket again, Negan tried to get his hands off but Simon threw a punch in his face.

The saviors stood completely emotionless and watched as multiple more punches were heard. Y/n stood bent over the metal stair rail watching with a hand over her mouth so that her gasps wouldn't be heard by anyone else. SImon swung at Negan but he dodged it, he was about to grab Simon but he was quicker and got ahold of his ear. This time Negan managed to get his grip off of him and push him away, he then punched Simon right in his face four times in a row. He was about to throw a punch back but Negan dodged it and stepped to the side. Both of the men were red in their faces, growing weaker and weaker for each hit. SImon was more hurt than Negan at the moment, therefore he was slower and weaker. The two men were both breathing heavily and panting.

Simon ran at Negan and grabbed onto his jacket again, he immediately grabbed ahold of his hands to get him off. This time he succeeded but then Simon tried to tackle him to the ground. Negan gripped his shirt and lifted him up from his position, he headbutted Simon and swept his feet so that he fell onto the floor. Negan walked up to him and kicked him in his face as he laid there, he beat him a couple more times before getting on top and starting to choke him. Y/n felt relieved knowing Negan had already won when SImon first fell to the floor. She noticed how Dwight brought Gregory aside then saw Gregory run away. She furrowed her eyebrows at Dwight when he came back in sight, he just cleared his throat and looked away from her.

“You went for it all at the hilltop.” Negan spat at Simon. “You got saviors killed, and then you ran away like a coward!” he yelled. “You got shown up one too many times, those people they are always gonna know that there’s a loophole, a way to skate they’re always gonna be looking, they’re always gonna look for that chance to push back, so...” Negan was whisper-shouting at Simon before raising his voice out of fury. “Now I gotta kill all of em’, just like I gotta kill you!”

You could hear the bones in Simon's neck cracking as Negan squeezed as much as he could, it was a very disgusting and disturbing sound. She heard what he’d shouted and some of what he’d said and felt nervousness washing over her, maybe he was going to kill her. Maybe Negan didn’t give a shit about her. She stood frozen watching as he let go of Simon's throat and stood up, getting a chance to breathe properly. He was breathing heavily trying to catch his breath as he looked around before looking back down at Simon. He rolled his tongue against his bottom row of teeth, before sighing shortly.

“What an asshole.” Negan said to all the people around him.

He walked through the crowd to the stairs that led to where Y/n was currently standing. She was still bent over the railing, just watching Simon's corpse along with everyone else. Negan came up behind her and watched her position before walking up even closer to her. He tucked her hair behind her ear and leant into it.

“See what I just did darlin’?” he whispered, voice completely calm after he had just been shouting and fighting for his life.

“Mhm...” she hummed, not looking away from Simon.

He placed two of his fingertips on her jaw then pushed her head in his direction, making her look at him. Y/n looked into his eyes, starting to calm down once she noticed that he wasn’t angry anymore. He just licked his lips, looking at her hungrily as usual. She then noticed the cuts and bruises on his face, he had started bleeding from some wounds.

“Oh my god, you’re bleeding.” She stuck her hand out to touch his face.

He grabbed her wrist softly before she could touch his injuries.

“I know, he had a pretty fucking good right hook...” Negan sighed looking over at Simon.

“Let me clean it up.” Y/n offered and nodded her head in the direction of his room.

A smirk grew on his face, she knew exactly what he was thinking about as he looked her up and down. He picked her up bridal style again, he still thought it took too much time when he helped her walk. She let out a surprised squeal when he swooped her up. Negan then walked to his room, leaving all the other people behind. He had already told the others what to do with Simon's corpse when he was finished with him.

Once they got to his room, Negan put her down by the couch so that she could support herself. He walked and pulled out a drawer where he pulled out some supplies she’d need to fix him up.

“You’ve got the whole kit here in your room?” Y/n asked as she watched him place it on the coffee table in front of the leather couch before taking a seat.

“Yeah, even a badass like me catches a punch or two from time to time.” Negan jokes, winking at her.

She just sat down on the couch beside him and grabbed a cotton pad. He studied her moves as she prepared the cotton to go on his face. She placed her hand on the couch beside his stomach for balance as she got up on knees to then place her hand under his chin. She angled his head so that she could clean the first cut on his cheekbone. He had his head turned to the left and she pressed the cotton down onto his skin making him let out a short hiss from the stinging sensation.

“Sorry...” she mumbled, deeply lost in focus.

Y/n was looking intensely at his wounds as she cleaned him up, Negans burning gaze going completely unnoticed by her. By the time she had gotten to the last bleeding injury, Y/n had leant forward so that Negan could feel her breath on his face. His eyes flicked down onto her lips meanwhile she was preoccupied with a cut that was right over his left eyebrow. Negan admired how beautiful she looked while doing all of this, he could tell that she cared for him. That was a huge advantage on his part and more of a curse on her side. He could tell by the look on her face that there wasn’t anything else in her mind but him right now. Nothing about her father or about what had happened in the shower last night, it was just him and only him. It made him feel special in some type of way. He still couldn’t help but to get insanely turned on by the way her lips were almost on his while she patched him up or the way her hand was close to his crotch when she lost balance and had to grip onto his thigh to avoid falling onto him.

She leant back and checked out his face to see if there was anything else to patch up. Negan studied how her eyes flicked over his features and she traced her finger along his face while whispering to herself if she was done or not with the spot her fingertip was brushing over.

“All done...” Y/n removed her hands from his face and placed them on her thighs.

She put away the things she had been disinfecting his wounds with then turned to look at him again. Negan was just staring at her before a wide grin broke out across his smug face.

“Is it just me or did that feel awfully a lot like foreplay?” Negan smirked while letting out a breathy chuckle, watching how she grew all flustered.

Y/n looked around the room as if she was searching for an exit. She hated how her body reacted when he said something like that. Even though she knew how much everyone she loved hated him she couldn’t help the heat pooling in her underwear. She looked up innocently at him, his gaze flicking down at her lips then back up into her eyes.

She leaned in and put her soft plump lips against his, feeling his stubble itching against her skin ticklishly. Negan grunted and put his hand under her tit before sliding it up and groping it, earning a gasp from Y/n. When she separated her lips he slid his tongue inside, they didn’t fight for dominance since Y/n just let Negan take the lead. She was intensely submissive to him, that was something she’d never say out loud or admit to anyone. He felt her up while they made out and Y/n snaked her arms around his neck, pulling Negan closer to her. She wanted to feel him close, as close as they’ve been she’d never been with anyone else. She loved being that close, he made her feel so good and special. Negan had her wrapped around his finger.

Before things got too heated Negan broke off the kiss. Now their foreheads were pressed against each other, both of them breathing heavily. He had known about Dwight's backstabbing bullshit too, just not told him. Laura had come back to the sanctuary and revealed it for Negan, Dwight had made everyone believe that Rick's group attacked them and he was the last one standing. But Dwight had been in on the attack and shot at some saviors himself. So Negan made him think that he didn’t know about this and while they were in a meeting he’d made up a plan to trick Rick's people and kill them all. He knew Gregory had run off with the fake plan when he killed Simon and that Dwight had given it to him. Now their enemies would fall straight into their trap. His next move was to do the real plan which would trick Rick's people and lead them right into Negan’s palm, and that’s where he wanted them. Now he had to throw Dwight into a cell again and punish him or kill him. No, he wanted Rick's people to know what happens when you try to fool Negan. If he was going to succeed to kill Rick he wanted Y/n to reunite with her father first, he wasn’t that cruel. Although, he couldn’t tell her about any of this since she would surely rat him out. He understood the meaning of protecting family and didn’t blame her for it. But right now, she needed to get out of here, he didn’t want her to see the torture that happens in the cell and what was about to go down here.

“I’ve got something for you,” Negan said as he stood up from the couch.

Y/n followed him with her eyes around the room, watching when he got a pair of car keys from his bedside table. He walked up to her and dangled it in front of her face.

“Here,” he offered. “You need to go back to your dad, he must be thinking you’re dead by now.”

Y/n cocked an eyebrow at Negan, trying to understand what was going on. Did he actually care for her and was sincere or was it because her dad had just lost his other child?

“The car’s out in the back, the people at the gate will let you out.” Negan informed her, she just nodded while he talked and took the keys gently from his hand.

She didn’t dare to question why he was doing this, she wanted to believe it was because he was gonna go easier on her dad and cared for her. She refused to believe otherwise, she needed the comfort of that scenario.

“Thank you...” she breathed out before standing up.

Y/n walked past Negan but he snaked his arm around his waist and turned her back.

“Really think I was gonna let you go without a kiss, doll?” He raised a suggestive eyebrow at her.

There was the Negan she knew, the cocky and always semi turned on one. Y/n stood up on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Negan looked at her daringly, did she just tease him?

“Come on baby,” he said with a sly smirk before leaning in. “You call that a kiss?” His warm breath on her lips almost made her moan on the spot.

Negan slowly placed his lips on hers. His lip on top, already dominating her just from the position of his lips. He wrapped his arm around her lower back pressing her hips into his pelvis. Negan kissed her harder and harder for each second. Y/n felt her underwear getting damp as soon as Negan first placed his lips on hers. He pulled away and smirked at her.

“That’s what I call a goodbye kiss.” Negan whispered sensually.

He removed his arm around her back and Y/n took her leave. She limped through the big building before finally finding the car at the back. Y/n got in and turned the car on, it started easily. The only thing on her mind right now was her father who was probably losing his mind. She felt bad about not returning for a day although he had told her not to come back. He must have been worried shitless once he thought through what he’d done. Although, a part of Y/n was scared because she didn’t know if her father would be happy to have her back or not. She was about to find out, because here she was pulling up to the Hilltop. The guards noticed the car watching it uncertainly. Y/n understood their suspicion of the unfamiliar car and stuck her head outside the window. She waved at Jerry and he smiled warmly at her. They opened the gate for her and she slowly drove inside. The people at the Hilltop all watched suspiciously not knowing who was in the unknown car.

Y/n looked around from inside the car, she couldn’t see her father anywhere. He must be inside, she thought. When she stepped out of the car all the civilians thought nothing about the car anymore as soon as they saw that it was Y/n Grimes. Everyone went back to work while she started limping in the direction of the main building. She hadn’t figured out a story of what to tell her father about her foot but if he was happy or angry to see her, the first thing he’d notice wasn’t going to be her foot.

She stepped inside the old museum, there he was. Standing at the top of the stairs with his head in his hands. Y/n stood watching him for a moment needing to read his body language to try and make out what he was feeling. Poor guy looked like he was stressing himself to death. It took courage for Y/n to try and speak up so that her father would hear, even when she got the word out it was just a faint whisper;

“Dad...”

Rick slowly looked up from his hands, the look on his face looked as if he was trying to figure out if his head was messing with him or not. Then he saw her. The two maintained eye contact, his eyes began watering before he practically flew down the long flights of stairs. Rick ran to Y/n who was still standing in the same spot, he stopped in front of her and a couple of tears rolled down his cheek.

“You’re here, you’re alive, my baby...” he sobbed quietly to himself.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her dad into a hug. She laid her head against his chest hearing how his heart beat. Rick had his arm wrapped around her back and the other stroking her hair. He mumbled various things into her hair while holding her tight. The things being stuff such as I love you, I thought you were dead, I’m sorry and I forgive you. Once he let go after a couple of minutes that’s when he began scanning her body for any signs of hurt. His eyes got stuck on her arm where she had a bandage and her foot that also was bandaged.

“What happened to you?” he asked softly.

Y/n frowned and huffed before asking if they could step into a separate room so that she could tell him what had happened. He helped her into Gregory’s old office and closed the door after them. The two were alone standing face to face, Y/n felt how she needed to take a deep breath before giving her dad the story of what had happened.

“Dad...” she began after a long sigh of uncertainty. “I fell and hurt my arm and ankle pretty badly... then when it started to become night I was walking on the road and this car rolled up beside me... then... I... I-” she grew extremely frustrated with herself because she couldn’t tell her father the news that would be devastating for him to hear again, Y/n knew though that she had to tell him.

“What happened sweetheart?” Rick stepped forward and cupped her face, looking into her sorrowful eyes sweetly.

Y/n teared up, she couldn’t do it. He was so happy to see her and she just couldn’t ruin this moment. She gathered all the bravery she’d ever had and spoke quietly;

“It was Negan...”

Rick's expression immediately changed, it was now a mix between relief and disgust. A touch of anger too, the relief of seeing his daughter again starting to slowly fade away as his hatred was stronger than ever.

“Did he do something to you?” Rick whispered daringly, not knowing what he’d do if she said yes.

“I- no... not really... he was actually kind of nice.” She met her fathers cold look, it scared her what would happen if she told him what had happened. “He took me to the sanctuary and had the doctor check up on me... and then...” she gulped nervously. “...I got a bed to sleep on.” Y/n mentally facepalmed, what was wrong with her? “Then the next day he killed Simon in front of everyone... brutally...” she looked up at her dad, the sight haunted her a little now and then. It wasn’t the coziest thing she’d witnessed. “Not much happened after that.. except that he gave me a car to go here.”

Rick took deep breaths listening to his daughter trying his hardest to be calm and comfort her. He saw that it upset her a lot, the thing about Simon or at least that was what he thought she was upset about. He brought her into a tight hug again, squeezing harshly in fear of her disappearing again.

“I’m just glad you’re safe.” He whispered into her ear with a smile on his face.

After a while Rick told Y/n about the plan Gregory had arrived with here at Hilltop. She confirmed that Dwight had given it to him since Daryl refused to believe that he would actually try to help, even after he shot his own people. No one could blame him though since Dwight had literally tortured Daryl.

They had all made a plan with the map and made different teams. Everyone had different colors and this plan was going to take place the next day.

Back at the sanctuary Negan was standing outside leant against the yellow railing. He was looking over at Simon who had turned into a walker, chained to the fence. He looked around with a frown on his face.

Suddenly his walkie talkie starts going off.

“Negan, it’s Michonne.” Was heard faintly.

He picked up the electronics and looked onto the fence again, wondering if he should talk to her or not.

“I’ll wait.” Michonne said letting Negan know that she wanted to talk to him.

He waited a couple of seconds before bringing the walkie talkie up to his mouth. “One with the dreads? Sword? Is that you? Rick there with you? Why don’t you put him on?”

“There isn’t about Rick.” Michonne bit at him, she was standing on top of a roof so that she’d have connection with Negan since she couldn’t be inside the Sanctuary. “It’s about my kids.”

Negan began thinking again for himself about what she’d want about her kids if it wasn’t just about Y/n, who should have arrived home by now.

“First off, do you know where Y/n is?”

He furrowed his brows, hadn’t she gotten home?

“She was here since last night, found her on the side of the road-”

“What did you do to her?” Michonne interrupted him with a threatening tone.

“Me? I didn’t do anything bad... I picked her up on the side of the road, she was hurt. Fixed her up, fed her and gave her a bed to sleep on.”

“Where is she now?” The concern in her voice was still there and was beginning to be replaced by irritation from talking to such an obnoxious man.

“I gave her a car to go home, she should be there by now.”

Silence. Michonne was silent after that for a minute. Negan began thinking if she was done speaking until he heard her voice again through the small electronic.

“Carl wrote you a letter... and I’m delivering it because that’s what he wanted.”

Negan felt the consuming feeling of anxiety fall over him from the thought of the boy’s death. He was a bit upset over it but he couldn’t let his walls down because of it.

“Well,” he said, a little more upbeat. “I can’t promise not to kill the messenger.”

“Just shut up and listen.” She demanded strictly.

Negan kept quiet because he wanted to respect the dead boy’s letter to him specifically. He went on and listened to the letter until Michonne was done. The letter was about peace and starting over. The two exchanged some words about Negan not backing down and then Michonne left.

The rest of the day went by fast. Michonne arrived home again and reunited with Y/n, they had a long talk about Negan and she still didn’t tell her stepmom about the second time. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

The next day they were divided into different colored teams and were going out to a field where a battle was going to take place. Y/n walked hand in hand with her father, it felt like those walks he’d taken Carl on when he was younger. They both had purple colored fabric tied around their arm along with Michonne. Every different color had its different assignment.

Even though when they got there it seemed as if their color system wouldn’t matter when they realized they had walked into a trap. The saviors had set them up. Negan's voice boomed through a megaphone and all of the saviors were out of sight. He talked about a clean house and how he was going to kill everyone. He also said that he wanted Rick and his group to find them and that they should just pick a way to run since they’d be there everywhere.

Eventually they found themselves surrounded by the saviors, everyone had a gun pointed to their head. Y/n stood with a savior behind her, looking up at Negan and Eugene. Dwight was also there in a cell outfit, guess he did try and help them after all.

The two locked eyes and Negan immediately told the savior behind her to put his gun down and just hold her in place, he didn’t want her to die. He just wanted her all for himself. Which he would have after this was done, what needed to be done, according to his mind.

Y/n looked at her father with pleading eyes while Negan counted down, holding a gun up to Gabriels head who had been at the Sanctuary held captive the last couple of days. ‘I love you’ she mouthed to him and he nodded towards her before mouthing back ‘I love you too’. She felt tears of panic begin rolling down her face when Negan said one.

Loud bangs were heard from around them, but no one of their own team fell down. Negan yelled in pain as his hand had been shot by his own gun. Something had happened to the saviors' guns as some fell down from catching a bullet in the face and others just being scratched.

“Eugene!” Negan roared loudly but was cut off as he walked towards him by a punch in the face delivered by Gabriel.

The savior who held Y/n began trying to wrestle her onto the ground as everyone began fighting. She tried to fight back even though the man had a tight grip on her arms. Negan had run away with her father right behind him. They were going to settle this one final time.

Soon enough the man behind her let go with a loud scream. Blood poured out as Michonne had cut his arm off with her sword. “Don’t touch her.” She spat through gritted teeth before killing him.

They gave each other a nod before looking around, seeing the saviors that remained all beginning to surrender when they saw that Rick had caught up to Negan and they were now fighting.

Y/n recognized one of the saviors who remained, it was Arat. She quickly turned her head back to her fathers fight and watched along with everyone else. It looked as if Negan was winning for a while until Rick kicked him and made him fall down. They began talking and Negan stopped for a few seconds after Rick said something. A gasp was heard from multiple people including Y/n when they saw Rick slitting Negan’s throat with a piece of broken glass. He held his hand against his wound before falling down onto the ground.

Rick walked up towards the people who’d been watching. His hand was covered in blood as he looked towards Siddiq.

“Save him.” The words gave Y/n relief as she held a hand on her stomach and could finally exhale.

“No!” Maggie began shouting. “No, he can’t! No! He killed Glenn!”

“We have too.” Rick said back calmly.

“We have to end it!” She cried. “Rick” She screamed and fell onto her knees and began crying while screaming further.

Everyone looked at her in agony while Rick began talking about the future. Everything went fast after that. Negan was carried by Siddiq and some other people away to an infirmary and their group began getting the Saviors out of there.

Soon enough it was just Y/n and her father. Her father who sat leaned against the tree he’d hurt Negan by. He sat there with tears in his eyes, thinking over his choices and how to move on from this and he thought about Carl, a lot.

She went and sat down next to him. Seeing her father like this, broken, lost and unfocused made her extremely worried. Though the worry doesn't only come from her fathers behavior. Ever since the two days prior she’d been very upset and anxious. And now, Y/n couldn’t hold it back anymore. Tears fell from her eyes again as she let out a sob. Her father looked over at her and put his arm around her.

“It’s gonna be okay, no more Saviors.” He said quietly.

“It’s not that...” Y/n let out another sob.

“What’s wrong?” Rick asked, growing worried for his daughter, he’d noticed she’d been acting a little different ever since she came back from the sanctuary but he guessed it depended on her not knowing if he was still mad at her.

Everything had changed so drastically in just a couple of days.

She hiccuped before taking a deep breath and looking her father straight into his eyes. “I think I’m pregnant.”

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - when the world was good, negan had always visited the strawberry shack after work and when the world ended, he didn't expect to find the place still up and running.

warning - smut, gloryhole, creampie, swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Negan stared shocked at the building still standing as though it had never been touched by the apocalypse. The sign still flashing ‘The Strawberry Shack’, no sign of the dead around. He was brought back to when the world was fine when the dead didn’t walk. He remembered finding this place and heading inside, finding the perfect woman each time. That woman being you, you were the one he’d cheat on his wife with. You’d take away all his thoughts and feelings. He wondered if there was anyone inside, so with large strides, Negan heads toward the building and enters. Stopping short as he sees the same woman sitting at the front desk.

“Hiya hun, nice to see ya again. What would you like?” She taps her perfectly manicured nails against the counter, staring at him as she waits for his response. 

“Sex, sugar. But I got no cash.” Negan watches, waiting to wake up and for this to be a dream. 

The woman waves her hand, “Don’t worry, hun. It’s free of charge for our favourite customer.” She smirks, “You know where to go.” He nods, walking toward the door and he surveys the room. It seems that only one person is working, and he’d recognise that arse anywhere. 

“I see you’re still working, sugar. Even with the hell going on outside.” He walks closer, eyes focused on how you clench around nothing at his voice. “How I’ve missed you. Shit.” He groans, feeling his cock harden and throb. Negan grabs the flesh of your arse, giving it a good squeeze before he reaches down and plays with your clit. “Fuck, sugar. You’re already so wet for me.” He leans Lucille against the wall as he reaches down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before pulling out his cock. Giving it a few strokes, watching precum leak for his swollen tip. “So, fucking hard for you.”

Negan lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down as he collects your juices before he slowly pushes into you. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, leaning one hand against the wall while the other grips your hips. “Jesus, sugar. You’re so fucking tight!” He groans, sliding deep inside of you before pulling back out and thrusting in, repeating the movements over and over. “Shit!” His balls slap against your clit, causing you to dig your nails into the bench beneath you, your walls tighten around him, sucking him in deeper. 

Your moans fill the room alongside the slapping of skin, you wiggle your arse, pushing up against him, causing him to go deeper inside of you. “That’s it, baby girl. You gonna let Daddy breed you, huh? Pump you full of my cum like before? You miss being full of me, sugar?” Negan’s words cause you to clench around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yes! Yes! Please breed me, Daddy! Pump me full!” You whine, your toes curl as you cum, coating Negan’s cock with your juices. He grips your hips harder, burying himself deeper inside of you as he cums, coating your walls with his white cream. You sag, sinking into the bench beneath you.

“Fuck me, sugar. That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. Might have to take you with me.” Negan groans as he gently pulls out of you, tucking his cock back into his jeans and pushing his cum that leaks from your cunt back in. You let out a huff, your lower half tingling. “I gotta go, sugar. I hope we meet again.” He pinches your cheek before grabbing Lucille, swinging his bat over his shoulder and walks off, giving the woman at the front desk a nod before leaving, heading back to his sanctuary.

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[wetpussyju1ce]

undercover secret agents negan smith x fem!reader pretending to be a sugar daddy and his much younger sugar baby to infiltrate a society of filthy rich criminals.

suggestive content. +18 mdni

the agency thought it was the smartest way to get through w this mission. it was the perfect roles for them, negan who was a highly experienced agent and their young and full of energy newer addition to the team.

reader wanted to protest abt how sexist it was to have that role pushed onto her, but quickly accepted her fate when she realised she could live out all her fantasies and maybe get to keep the shit her "sugar daddy" will buy w the country's money. So she smiled wide and sharp, and skipped out of the meeting room while swinging the file in her hands, excited to study her new identity and role before packing her things and hopping on the next private jet to Milan.

negan felt a little nervous abt how excited his partner was, and felt that this assignment was not going to be easy.

the day of the flight, negan was early and waiting by the jet, arms crossed and looked too handsome to be annoyed at the crack of dawn. sunglasses perched on his black and grey hair, wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans.

just perfect, his partner was fucking late.

however, when she finally arrived, he couldn't even tell her off because she came out of the car wearing bedazzled low rise jeans with uggs boots, the tightest and tiniest baby tee negan has ever seen on someone and a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose. All she did was snap her fingers and the staff ran to her things from the trunk car as she casually made her way to negan, as if she wasn't already 30 minutes late.

"Hey, daddy," She greeted, landing a sticky kiss to the corner of his mouth and walking up the stairs, her sickly sweet perfume wafting behind her and Negan couldn't breathe.

"You're 30 minutes late, girl!" He called after her, running up the short flight of stairs to enter the jet, completely ignoring the staff greeting him as he glared at his supposedly sugar baby.

He saw her take off her shades and putting them in her handbag, getting comfy in her seat, already ripping a bag of peanuts open. Negan sat next to her, his wide shoulders squeezing her against the window, "What the fuck was that all about?"

She rolled her eyes and dramatically turned her whole body to face him, "I'm in character, and since you seem to have forgotten already, considering you're an old man who should've retired last Christmas, I'll remind you; I'm your sugar baby, spoiled rotten, a little stupid and immature, m'kay?" She flashed her perfect sharp teeth to him, batting her thick eyelashes as negan was left speechless.

He stared at her young and audacious face for a long time, then glared at her as she was popping salted peanuts in her mouth, looking at him like the cat that got the cream.

"Oh, I get it now," He said, nodding once and brushed her hair away from her neck, thumbing at the untouched skin there, "I should spank your little ass raw for being so disrespectful to your daddy."

She frowned, jutting her lower lip out, "No, you can't!"

"I can and I will," He said as she dramatically gasped, grabbing onto his arm and hugged it to her chest, squeezing the big arm against her tits, "Please, please don't!"

"Be good and everything will go well." He hummed, pinching her cheek.

And they both knew in that moment that he wasn't talking about the spanking, but the whole mission. All she had to do was be good and follow the rules and everything will go as planned.

back at the agency, their mission was observed for safety purposes, but also just for entertainment back at the offices because everyone gets a kick of watching a surveillance footage of reader, as the sugar baby throwing a tantrum at the mall because she changed her mind and wanted the other bag and would not go home if her sugar daddy, or as they know him as; agent negan smith, doesn't buy it for her. So he drags her inside the mall, back to the store to get her the ridiculously expensive bag. and it turns out that she threw a tantrum after noticing a sniper on a building and had to think of a way to get him inside without raising suspicion.

things happen like that all the time, where she has to think of ways to keep them both safe. like refusing to leave the taxi until she's done fixing her makeup and making negan wait outside with an umbrella until a high profile criminal leaves the building so they can safely go back inside.

reader who whines and begs and cries and is hella dramatic when she doesn't get what she wants, would purposely storm out in the middle of dinner because why hasn't her sugar daddy taken her to Bali too?? Absolutely unforgivable!! How dare he!! She storms out and everyone at the table is laughing at him while she sneaks around the villa and bugs it until she comes back to the table and says she forgives him because she just saw the money transfer he did to her bank account.

reader who acts dumb and gets away with going to places where she's not allowed to be in because why is she in the kitchen while a bunch of hitmen are planning to kill this guy's nephew?? oh she was looking for the room w the best lighting! duh!!

negan who ends up shooting someone in their rented summer house, and that someone broke in to kill them after raising suspicion and he wraps the body in the carpet, cleans the blood and reader scrambles to spray the place with her £100 perfume to mask the scent. and if someone comes in and notices a drop of blood on the floorboards, she'll just gasp, bring her hands between her legs and say, "I forgot to wear undies under my dress! and I'm on my periods, nooo!!" and they believe her.

Reader who ends up fighting a killer behind a bush in the gardens of a 5 star restaurant, she gets hit in the throat and can't speak properly because of it. when negan eventually finds her, they go back to the table w a human trafficker and an oil tycoon, they ask her abt what could've happened to her voice, and she shrugs, sighs and says, "He forgot I had a sensitive throat, that always happens, It'll get better in a few days." And Negan tries to act cool, but all he can do is chug his glass of wine as their guests leer at her hungrily as she stabs at her salad.

when she gets even in more tussles w hitmen and killers, she comes out of the fights bruised up, so naturally, when negan and her have to appear somewhere to their new friends parties, her bruises are noticed. but the only explanation she's giving them is a night spent w her daddy w her tied to the bed and slapped until she's raw. she's not shy. and pretty graphic too. as to make them not ask any more questions.

and when they're sneaking around somewhere when they're clearly not meant to be. when negan is keeping watch standing behind her while she's on her knees, picking a door lock and they hear someone coming up the stairs pretty quickly. she doesn't have time to get up, so negan holds her head in his big hand and shoves her face in his crotch right as she unzipped his trousers, holding on to his legs as he presses her back against the door. when they're caught, he acts surprised and quickly puts himself back together as she giggles, hiding behind him as they run down the stairs hand in hand.

"You do that to me again and I'll kill you," She hisses when they're far enough.

"Oh, you don't mean that, I know you grew quite fond of me. I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking."

"Yeah, uhuh, whatever, keep dreaming, grandpa." She sticks her tongue out and crosses her arms over her chest as he rolls his eyes and chuckles.

[1427]

humiliation

Negan x Reader

Summary: Negan makes an example of you. 

Setting: Sanctuary (KingDick!Negan era)

Warnings: DUBIOUS consent (see how big those letters are? I mean it), public humiliation, degradation, forced nudity, unprotected piv, poorly written SMUT 

Word Count: 2.6k

A/n: this is really skirting the line between dubcon and noncon so please be warned. Reader is into it but Negan really doesn’t give a shit. 

18+ mdni

masterlist

“What the hell?” Not a very polite greeting, but you’re confused. It’s not often you get a room call from a Savior. 

“Come on. Boss wants you.” He says curtly, his tone making it obvious that he’s not going to answer any of your questions. 

“Why?” You ask anyway, you're cautious to leave your room. “Negan? Wants me?” 

“Yup, and you better not make him wait.” A knot of anxiety twists itself in your stomach as you take two small footsteps into the hallway and close your door. What the hell could he want me for? 

Your mind flashes to a dozen different possibilities but they’re all shattered as the Savior guiding you takes a left instead of a right towards Negan's quarters. “Wait, wh-where are we going?”

You can hear him scoff from in front of you, “Where we go when Negan wants to make an example. The furnace.”

“Wait, WHAT?!” You immediatly start backtracking, trying to run. You have no idea what he could possibly want to punish you for, or whatever, but you didn’t want to find out. 

Your chaperone quickly grabs you before you start running, pushing you through the rest of the way. 

✨🦇

You don’t remember writing Negan a letter, but the handwriting sure looked like yours (after a few drinks). This letter? Currently being waved in front of your face by Negan himself. You try to read what you’d written, scour your brain for the memory of why you’d have done that. You were drunk. Obviously. But why?! 

Arms held back by a Savior, you take a second to look around the room. Surveying just how many people were here to watch him humiliate you. You try to cycle through possibilities, were you about to get the iron? Something worse? Your thinking stops as Negan clears his throat and begins to read. “Dear Negan,” he shoots you a look, smiling, “I’m drunk, so I’m sorry if this message is poorly received.” He lets out a slow droning laugh before continuing, his voice projected loud for everyone in the room to hear it, “but I think the whole ‘wives’ thing is stupid.” You wince at the words. Oh. Shit. 

You feel the arms holding you let you go only to be replaced by a bigger force. Negan, standing behind you. Overtop of you. Both arms around you like a cage, he moves his face flush against yours and brings the letter up to both of your lines of sight. His voice is still loud and booming even though he’s now directly next to your ear, “Maybe, if you gave me a chance - you wouldn’t have the need for five fillies in your stable.” 

Your face burns hot, you’ve never in your life felt so much shame. The fear rattling your bones, Negan doesn’t move for awhile, reveling in your shaking body beneath him. He noses his way through your hair to your ear where he whispers through gritted teeth, “and it’s signed ‘lol’.” 

Oh. Shit. 

He firmly grasps your cheeks between his gloved fingers, making your lips mash together uncomfortably as he puts you on display, “This shit here?!” He holds up the letter before throwing it to the side and into the furnace, “Un-fucking-acceptable!”

He finally lets you go, kicking one of your knees out and putting you on the ground. On your hands and knees for the whole Sanctuary as he circles around you like a fucking shark. The display of ego and importance was usually something you enjoyed watching. There was a reason you wrote the note after all. But, here, now? You couldn’t remember why you’d ever found it attractive. He was absolutely fucking terrifying. 

“Took me a while to figure out what to do with you.” The volume of his voice has significantly decreased but the force behind it hasn’t. You can’t even look up, but he continues without a response from you, “But I thought Hey! What if she’s right?!” You can hear the smile in his voice, feel his warm presence as he squats down on the ground next to you to gauge your reaction, but his words hardly register. 

“I said ‘What if you’re right’, doll?” He speaks in a softer voice directly to you, eyes still trained on the ground, but clearly he’s expecting a response. 

You don’t have one inside of you, way too afraid to speak. You’re hardly even breathing. His question was a trick. You know any response from you could only make this worse, so you just shake your head. 

He chuckles, cocking his head to the side, “What? You’re gonna be shy now?!” His voice gets louder with every word until it echos through the silent hall. He’s starting to get pissed off. Negan assumed the girl who wrote this letter? Maybe she’d have put up some kind of fight. But this was pathetic. 

In a blink he’s behind you again, pulling you to your feet by your hair. He continues pulling until you’re on your tippy-toes, back against his chest, neck craned over his shoulder. He pushes his hips forward as your body falls back against his, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you even tighter into him. Feeling his erection pulse, trapped between your ass and his body, you gasp. 

“You think you’re real fuckin special, don’chya?” He grinds himself against your lower back, speaking to you and the rest of the room. “What? Your pussy is such a prize that you think you can disrespect my wives?” He laughs, taking your cheeks in his hand again, holding your head still while he kisses you softly on the temple. 

“Oh, I’m gonna need you to prove it.” It’s a whisper, just for you, while he smiles into your hair. The fear, slowly being overtaken by something stronger, sits on your nerves like a minefield. Still there, but… Jesus Christ this was absolutely not the time to be turned on. That’s exactly what he wanted, right? To turn you on and humiliate you in front of everyone? 

Everytime everyone stands in a circle in this room? The lesson Negan is trying to teach is fear. And obviously he was trying to show everyone that they can’t just go and disrespect his wives and his lifestyle like you had. If he had any hint that you were liking this, he would only draw it out more. Embarrass you further. 

So when he asks you to prove it, you shake your head, like you know you’re supposed to. 

“It wasn’t a question.” He says, his mouth down at your ear again, his breath hot against your skin. You don’t have time to register it before he pulls back away from you and pulls your shorts and underwear down off your hips and to your knees, using his boot to push them the rest of the way. His hand in your hair is the only thing keeping you standing. 

You try to cover up with your hands, but Negan tuts from beside you, “Dwight, tell the lady what happens if she tries to skirt around this punishment?” 

“Said he’d kill ya.” Dwight says it like it’s a fact, and the fear shoots through you again. 

The shame burning up every part of you as you will your hands back to your sides. “Good girl,” he whispers against your head again. Your eyes are sewn shut, hands curling up into fists, your fingernails breaking the skin. Bare from the waist down in front of at least a hundred people. A lot of them you knew. And what’s worse? If he keeps talking to you in that fucking voice into your fucking ear they were all going to see what it did to you. 

You’re horrified, but it’s not even close to over. Negan kicks your feet apart, legs spread and the humiliation is overwhelming. He moves his hand from your hair to back around your waist, he leans over you, his other hand venturing it’s way down your body.

“What's so special about this pussy anyway?” You feel two gloved fingers part your folds and shoot inside you with no warning. Crying out at the feeling, your knees buckle but Negan keeps you in place against him. You don’t know what to do with your hands, as he pumps inside of you with his leather clad fingers, you feel the moan start to build in your throat. 

Don’t moan, don’t moan, don’t. You’re biting your lip, fingers flexing and releasing as you try to still your shaking body. But he’s in there so deep, just curling his fingers into that spot, over and over. Your hips angle up to meet his hand involuntarily and he pulls out of you, laughing. 

“You can pretend all you want, I can feel how much you like this,” another whisper, just for you. Fuck. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He shouts, shoving the same gloved fingers in your mouth. You try to fight back against him, everything in your body telling you that if he keeps going, you won’t want to fight anymore. And it’s horrifying and embarrassing and really, when your body tenses up in his grasp, you’re fighting against yourself. And how much you’re enjoying what he’s doing to you in front of everyone. 

He holds you still, grunting against the struggle. Dwight moves in like he’s going to help but Negan motions him back, “Nah, I got this, Dwighty-boy. See, this one here? She’s pretending she don’t like it. But she does.” His voice is sing-song. Confident and twisted and sardonic.

“Isn’t that right, doll?” He grinds himself against you much harder than he’d done before and your ensuing moan, the way your body rolls back into the feeling, your facial expression - all of it completely betraying you. You stop fighting, trying to put your hands up to your face to hide your shame, but he pulls them behind you and starts walking you forward. 

Your eyes shoot up, where was he taking you? The crowd parts, and you make eye contact with several people before you see it. A table. You’re 6 inches from barreling into it and with no way to brace yourself you instinctually pull against Negan’s hands restraining your own. He lets go of you completely, your arms shoot out to catch your fall. They do, just barely. The sting against your skin from the hard wood is felt through your arms, and your cheek that had just lightly kissed the table. 

You go to push yourself back up, but you're slammed back down into the table chest first. Negan's palm flat against your back as he holds you there. “Dwight, tell the girl again!” 

“He said he’d kill ya, I’d believe him if I were you. Don’t see why you’re even fighting,” he laughs, a few of the other saviors laugh too. 

He moves his hand from your back to your head, holding you in place against the table, as he leans down close again, “They’re laughing because you’re fuckin leaking for me, doll.” Your eyes glance up to see him taking his glove off with his teeth. His bare hand finding its way to your cunt in seconds, coating it in your juice before slapping your pussy twice. You can hear how wet you are, the whole fucking room can hear it. 

He sinks his fingers into you again, and the warmth from his bare skin has you reeling inwards. Your forehead goes down to the table, slamming your eyes shut once again. Your whole soaked pussy on display when he pulls his dripping fingers out of you. He hooks them into your cheek as he moves behind you. 

You can’t hear him unbuckling his belt, or unzipping his pants, over your own heartbeat. Your whole body is burning red as you feel his cock pushing up against your heat. He leans down over top of you, one hand pulling your head back by your hair, the other holding himself at the base and lining himself up to your entrance; “We’re gonna give ‘em a real good show. Then…,” he slams into you, all the way to the hilt causing you to cry out, “you’re gonna beg me to be my wife.” 

His pace is completely unrelenting. Sliding into you with ease, your pussy seemingly ready and enjoying such an assault. It had been so long since you’d had someone pound into you with such passion. That’s what you liked about Negan in the first place. The passion, the power, the control. The complete domination over those around him. You’d never met someone who wore narcissism so fuckin’ well. 

His fingers slowly move from your hair and your back to your hips. Pushing you down into hard edge of the table as he watches his cock disappear into you over and over again. Maybe you do have a magic pussy, or maybe it’s the thrill of the situation, but damn is he having a great time fucking you senseless in front of all of these horrified people. Well, some of them were impressed, and even more of them were secretly enjoying the show. It was obvious to anyone watching that you weren’t really unwilling; just completely embarrassed to be doing it so publically. 

You stopped trying not to moan, your breathe coming out in strangled gasps. He pulls you up against his body and fucks up and into you more slowly, holding your face to the crowd. “Look,” he whispers in your ear, “Look at how many people are watching me fuck you stupid.”

Your body shudders at his words, your hips shaking in his grasp. He laughs, and kisses your shoulder sweetly, “Are you going to cum all over my cock in front of all these people, sweetheart? How embarrassing.” 

You just nod, it’s coming too fast for you to stop it, his words having spurred you even further. “Hold on,” he commands, letting your body fall back to the table. You do as your told and hold on to the edge. 

You didn’t think Negan could possibly be more unrelenting on your walls but you were wrong. He bends his legs and fucks into you at an angle you don’t think you’ve ever felt before. Your knuckles turn white, and the sound coming from you echos in the spacious room. Something between groan and a scream builds, Negan coaxes from behind you, “That’s it, baby girl, cum all over my cock. Show them how good I take care of my girls.” 

If you weren’t right there his words might have turned you off, but it’s too late. It rips through you with a guttural scream. Every muscle so tense you’re  shaking, Negan fucks you through it at first before burying himself so deep his cock head is kissing your cervix. You try to move away but he keeps you there, wanting to feel every second of your orgasm around his throbbing member. 

Your drift back to reality isn’t pleasant. You thought shame like this was reserved for Catholics, and yet here you are. He pulls out of you and puts himself away while you sink to the cold concrete floor in front of the table. He doesn’t even finish. That motherfucker. 

He was right, though, wasn’t he? Because you wanted more. And if being his wife was the only way? Like he’s reading your mind he bends down, toothy smile cracked on his face like always, “You wanna beg me now, or later?” 

A/n: I loved writing this and I’ll see myself out. (ANONS REQUEST MORE THINGS I MORALLY SHOULDNT WRITE ABOUT)

[melanatedeuph0ria]

welcome to my page !!☆

hiiiii & welcome to my melanatedeuph0ria!! for ab a yr or 2 now, i’ve been mainly reading fics on tumblr on characters like rick grimes, spencer reid, toji, etc. (nonblk characters mostly let’s be fr..) and throughout those yrs, i’ve been noticing a complete lack of..

BLACK POVS.

“well, if the fic just says ‘reader x (character)’, couldn’t you just use your imagination to insert ur race?? 🤔”

while this IS true, i feel like us as black & poc readers should have the opportunity to read some fanfics that makes us feel SPECIAL & RECOGNIZED, in aspects such as our skin, hair, & realness without it being stereotypical or just having us feel defaulted to a white pov. (also without it being just SMUT cmon y’all)

also, we all know rick grimes luvs some MELANINNNN ‼️🗣️

so, with that being said, i am here to bring justice to my fellow blk readers who needed a lil spice in their reading, so the imagination part could be a bit easier 🫶🏽

SOME of the fics i make will be poc x reader, others will be just x reader & up for interpretation !!

NOTE: this is NOT me saying black readers ONLY want black-centered fics, nor is this me placing black readers in a box, NOR is this me putting down “x reader” fics!! this is me saying that, although i do enjoy fics without a specified race most of the time, sometimes i feel like having fics catered to poc are special as well because there aren’t many on this app to call our own!!💗

ty for sticking around until the end, and im hoping to start writing fics soon !! 🌷🌸

[bked0n-lorazepam]

"Boo Boos"

“I want you to watch her for a good, couple of hours?” Negan held a squirming toddler in his arms as he talked to Simon about her. The said other man watched her as she whined and held on tighter to her father, and debated if it was worth it to babysit the clingy girl.

“Right, right. Just watch her is all? I don’t have to like, change her or anything?” Simon questioned, grimacing when he saw the girl bite down onto Negan’s shoulder. 

“Fuck! Okay, down you go!” Negan shouted, setting her down onto the floor. She giggled and started pulling at a string on his pant leg. Negan sighed in defeat and ruffled her hair, answering Simon’s question, “She’s potty trained, you dumb fuck. And yes, that’s all.”

Simon hummed and nodded his head. He was without a doubt a little nervous, who wouldn’t be? Taking care of The Big Man™’s girl was a huge deal, and even one fuck-up could result in getting fucked-up. 

Especially since she was such a little hassle. She’d always run away from her father whenever he didn’t keep a close enough eye on her, and she’d hide from him. She even talked to Daryl through the cell door one time, which was something Negan was not happy with.

“Hey, Negan? Everything’s ready for Alexandria.” Gavin walked past the two with a notebook in his hands, lifting it up and shaking it.

“M’kay.” Negan responded and looked down at the little girl who was eating a piece of string. “Stop that, honey. That’s not good for you.”

He sighed and looked back to Simon, who looked a bit fearful. Negan snorted and pulled his daughter off of him and held her out for the other man to take.

Simon held out his arms and awkwardly took her into them. She whined and turned herself around to stare at her father, who put a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Bye, honey. I’ll see you soon,” He shot a pointed look to his friend, “Take care of her.”

Simon nodded and watched Negan leave with the rest of the saviors and looked back to his daughter, who was emotionlessly staring at him.

“Your hair looks funny.”

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“Kid? Where did you go?” Simon called out, lifting up a cardboard box on the ground to see what was under it.

It took two hours and thirteen minutes to lose Negan’s daughter, and now he had to find her before whenever he came back. Obviously it was a game to her, but since Simon didn’t know the exact time his boss was coming back, he was panicking.

He set down the box when he heard soft laughing come from down the hallway he was in, and then realized what she was doing. “Oh, fuck.”

Simon jogged down the corridor until he reached where Daryl’s cell was, and he saw her sitting with her back against the door.

“My daddy has the key, not me.” She smiled, playing with the skirt of her dress. The chair that was supposed to have a guard in it was empty, and he assumed that that was why she ran away to talk to Daryl. He sighed in relief, and was about to walk over to her and pick her up when she looked at him and gasped. 

“Bye, Mr. Daryl!” She shouted and stood up, running down the hallway away from Simon.

“Shit!” Simon groaned, following behind her. She giggled and took a turn to the right, and then she tripped over her own feet.

“Ow!” She cried out, holding her now scraped knee. Tears poured out of her eyes and Simon crouched down next to her.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, honey. Can I look at it?” He grabbed her leg softly and scanned it over to see how bad the injury was. She sniffled and hiccuped, her cheeks wet with hurt. It overall didn’t look bad enough to see Dr. Carson, but it did need to be wrapped. 

“Come here.” Simon picked her up and rubbed her back while she cried into his shoulder, and he winced when she wiped her nose on his shirt. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

–

Simon sat her on the sink counter in his room and opened one of his cabinets, grabbing a first-aid kit and setting it down next to her. He grabbed a rag as well, and turned on the sink to put it under the water. Negan’s daughter wiped her eyes on her shirt sleeve and watched him.

“I’m gonna wipe the blood away, and it’s gonna hurt a bit. M’kay, honey?” He told her, letting her brace herself for the pain. She nodded and bit her lip, and Simon nodded in return and placed the wet cloth on her knee.

“It stings!” She complained and tried to pull her knee away from him, only for him to grab it back.

“I know, I know. But I need to clean it to put a bandaid on it.” Simon sighed, “Look, I’m done.”

She looked at her knee and pouted, and Simon opened the kit next to her. He looked through it and found a box of bandages, and he grabbed one, peeling away the paper on it and placing it on her knee. 

“Look, we’re all done!” He smiled at her and reached his hand up to pinch her cheek. She giggled and kicked her legs back and forth.

Simon grabbed her and set her down off the counter and held her hand, “Do you want a popsicle? I heard Danny from the work stations makes some damn good cherry ones.”

“Daddy says they have liquor in them.”

“Oh.”

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Totally blown away by all the love you all have been giving me for Bad Medicine 🥹 I can't say thank you enough for reading, especially those of you who only came here for Daryl decided to dip a toe into the Negan pool! ❤️

I promise you that I have more long Negan fics in the works, but for now, I'm really eager to get back to our Daryl series The Ghost. Things are just starting to get good between the two of them and there's a dynamic growing that I'm totally obsessed with!

[zirconika]

⇚ NAVIGATION || MASTERLIST || THE WALKING DEAD

GENRE LEGEND: [🍯] fluff / [🧅] angst / [⭐️] popular

STATUS LEGEND: [💖] finished / [💗] in progress

SERIES.

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ONESHOTS.

Déjà Vu | 3.6k words 🍯💖

Being in charge of guarding Negan’s cell has given you plenty of opportunities to spend time with him against your will, but you unexpectedly end up bonding with him. Which is why nothing could have prepared you for finding out that you’ve met before and how. (Reader is Rick’s sister) | 3

[hazashiovo]

I can't stop thinking about this crossover and it's driving me nuts.

Imagine being captured by Negan's group while on the hunt for the woman who killed your gf's dad.

This dude would not stop making sex jokes at you,and your girlfriend HATES it.

The two of you somehow manage to escape after a while of being held captive, but now not only are you hunting her father's killer,but you're also being hunted by Negan's people.

I love my brain sometimes.

If I think of this hard enough I might make it an image, either this,or Ellie being a Savior and capturing Reader while she's out scavenging.

It's pretty fucking noticeable I'm a huge fan of tlou and twd.

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: Negan Smith- Chocolate Addict

Going out with Negan was a rare occurrence. It was normally once a month if not twice. But not much more then that most months.

They were the equivalent to a monthly date. Just the two of us to be around each other. Sure Negan had other more important things to do. Sure Negan had his wives, but nothing was better then spending time with me

His words not mine.

With each outing Negan would declare something that he just had to find. For the past few years Negan had been talking about how much he missed particular things from before the world filled with raiders, zombies, and assholes. "I was really thinking about that good kind of Mac and cheese. You know the one I’m talking about Y/n." Negan mumbled as we would walk into another abandoned building or house in half-assed desperate search of supplied and such.

The list was an ever growing one changing almost every single time we would venture out by ourselves.one time it had been about the luxury of soft, brand new pillows the memory foam ones. "They just make you sleep the best." Negan would huff as we passed by another set of abandoned homes. "I could really use a new cycle of cooks for my shelve back home." Negan had become an avid reader. Raised brows would catch his eye. "Oh don’t play coy with me Y/n I know you’re in search for the second part of that romantic book you sometimes read at night next to me in bed." I’d roll my eyes and continue the search for yes supplied but also that second book.

Of course he also always never without a doubt complained about not have a pack of cigarettes. Not those were easy to find either. So scavenging we went.

Lucille hanging over his shoulder and a handy shotgun as my side gave us some leeway for walking about just the two of us.

That's when Negan started rambling on about the thing he was in search for today. "I was thinking I haven't had a good bite of ice cream in a long while now." Negan said as we contiuned to walk. "Oh Ice cream was what you were thinking about last night?" I ask him with one brow raised. Teasing him ever so slighty. "And other things babygirl other things." He said sweetly before grabbing me and pulling me close to his side.

"Are you still in search for those other things you've been talking about?" I whisper to him. He nods as we come up on a new section of strip mall we haven't searched before. A gas station sits in front. Negan takes the lead, and I follow close behind. Negan is careful managing to make sure there aren't any zombies hanging around.

Oh FUCK yeah I found them. They've got like twenty left." Negan shouted rather stupidly. The sounds started automatically. The sweeping of feet on the dirty ground, and the sounds of garggling then the running of them towards me.

"NEGAN A LITTLE HELP HERE!" I shouted, I took a few shouts then grabbed onto my knife that was in my back pocket draperatly trying to grab one and kill itv before it killed me. Then the weight of the zombie was gone and his head was bashed in. I watched as Negan repeated his actions.

I stayed on the ground, my heartbeat in my ear and then I felt his hand on my arm. "Are you alright babe?" He asked worry inprinted on his features. I grabbed his hand and he helped me up. "Jesus christ, I don't think… I'm okay I think." I muttered mostyl to myself as I got myself steady on my feet.

From the corner of my eye I saw something. "What else were you looking for honey?" I asked my voice a little hoarse. Neganw as still staring at me. "Why don't we just take a moment and breath yeah?" Negan tried. I shook my head. "What else were you looking for?" I ask again. "I was thinking about chocolate recently, Why?" I shake my head and start to walk away from Negan.

He follows close behind me. "What are you up to babe?" He asks. "Well ice cream isn't really a thing you can find out in the wild, but you know what is?" I ask Negan as I grab at the left over chocolates. "What is?" He asks still very concerned.

"Chocolate Negan!" I giggled. I was smiling wide. "Holy fuckin' shit!" Negan muttered as he grabbed a bar from my hand and unwrapped it shoving it in his mouth. His eyes glew and he moaned around the piece. "Oh fuck! That's fuckin' wonderful." Negan said.

Completed on: 06/12/23

Posted on: 08/08/23

The Wanderers-

[hardbeingcasual]

heyyyy, i read your carl fic and was wondering if you would write another one but with Rosita this time? One where its angsty and based in s11 where she dies 🫶

THE WAY THINGS GO! / R. ESPINOSA

♪ THE WAY THINGS GO, BEABADOOBEE / TWD MASTERLIST / MASTERLIST

summary — when rosita gets bit, the reader can’t help but wish it was her in rosita’s place.

warnings — death, normal stuff for twd, short story

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You never took the news well, finding out Rosita was bit, it hit you like a ton of bricks.

You never got to tell her how you really feel.

You couldn’t help but wish you were in her place, she had her whole life ahead of her still, she had to raise Coco, she can’t grow up without her mother, she already lost her father.

Then theres you, you had nothing, your family was dead. All you had left was Rosita, she was your purpose.

There she lay, almost lifeless. You couldn’t help but get teary eye as you looked at her. She insisted you sat next to her, so you did.

“Don’t cry.” She tells you, but you can’t help it, how do you gain the courage to tell her how you feel when shes on her death bed?

She grabs your hand and rubs her thumb over your palm, her bloodshot eyes meet with yours, her tears falling down her cheeks, you lift your hand to wipe them.

“You know I love you, right?” She says with such sincerity, her voice hoarse.

Your lip quivers at that moment, your tears falling like a storm, you shake your head “I didn’t think you’d feel the same.”

“Of course I do.” She sits up a bit, leaning her forehead against yours, her hand fully connecting with yours now. “Take care of Coco for me okay?”

“Rosita I can’t.” You dismiss her but she wasn’t having it.

“Please, I want to know shes in good hands, I trust you.” You catch her eye, before nodding, letting out an agreement.

“I’ll protect her, my life depends on it.” You promise her. After loosing Rosita, you cannot let Coco get hurt. She’s your priority now, no matter what. She’s the last piece of Rosita you have.

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[movidita]

The Walking Dead

✩ smut / ✦ fluff / ☾ suggestive

rick grimes:

early mornings ✩

prison cell ✩

middle of the night ✩

in the woods ✩

brat ✩

halloween ✩ , ✦

quiet ✩

the babysitter ✩

use your words ✩

fixing him up ✦

farmside temptations ☾

clumsy girl ✩

my boy ✩

daryl dixon:

coming home ✩

shut the hell up ✩

subby daryl ✩

rickyl:

after hours ✩

on a ‘run’ ✩

shane walsh:

farmers daughter ✩

shane and rick:

mornin’ officers ☾