#negan's warm weather writing challenge

[thatfanficstuff]

Earth Goddess - Negan

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Do I have to say language? It’s Negan. 

A/N: This is for flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Negan’s warm weather writing challenge. My prompt was Sweat. When I picked that I had this perfect smutty one shot in mind and this turned into total fluff. Don’t ask me. 

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The mid-summer sun beat down on you, heating the skin on your shoulders and reminding you it was time to reapply your sunscreen. Not that you were certain it even helped anyway. How long did sunscreen last past the expiration date? Another one of those post-apocalyptic questions you never thought you’d need to know the answer to. You drove your shovel into the ground so it would stand on its own then took a drink of your water.

You wiped the back of your hand across your forehead and squinted as beads of sweat stung your eyes. The bandana tied around your wrist was just as soaked in sweat as the rest of you, but you used it to wipe some of the moisture away from your eyes. Your clothes clung to you as you worked and you had long ago shed your socks and tennis shoes in an effort to get more comfortable. You wriggled your toes in the freshly turned dirt you stood on.

This was your element. You thrived outside. The sun, the heat, the dirt. You loved it all. Always had. Even as a young child you ran around barefoot all summer and helped your mom in the garden. And now you were in charge of all things green in the Sanctuary. You had a plan to double crop production and were turning the land you needed to accomplish that. A glance around at all the progress you’d made had you grinning. It was a good day.

“Y/L/N!” a voice cut through the peace and your smile slipped away. 

Shielding your eyes with one hand, you turned and found Simon standing on the other side of the work area. “What do you want?” you snapped. “I’m a little busy as you can see.” You never had liked Simon. Maybe it was the way he was so quick to worm his way into Negan’s good graces. Or maybe it was the pornstache. You ran your eyes over him. Yeah, definitely the pornstache.

“Boss wants to see you.”

You frowned as you tried to think of an excuse to not answer Negan’s summons. Of course, an excuse would just piss him off, but you knew by now how to handle a pissed off Negan.

“Now.” Simon added with a smirk when you didn’t immediately respond.

You stomped across the dirt toward him, mentally cussing him out the whole way. When you reached him, you put your hands on your hips and sighed. “Where is he?”

“Office. He sent these.” He handed over a pair of flipflops. A quick inspection showed them to be yours.

You tossed them on the ground in front of you and stepped into them. Immediately you turned and headed toward Negan’s office. Simon fell into step with you. “Pretty sure I know the way by now. You can go elsewhere.”

“No can do. I am to escort you to his door. He doesn’t want you to get lost.”

Irritation spiked through you. “He actually said that?”

“So to speak. I believe his exact words were ‘and walk her to the fucking door so she doesn’t get fucking lost on the way’.”

You clenched your teeth and a muscle twitched in your cheek. Fucking Negan. You stormed your way silently to his office as you thought of all the things you wanted to make sure you told him once you got there. Simon didn’t make any move to leave once you arrived and you stared at him with your hand on the knob. When he didn’t take the hint, you arched a brow.

“Fuck off.”

He held up his hands and backed away. You barely resisted the urge to flip him off. Once he was gone, you let yourself in Negan’s office without knocking. After you stepped inside, you slammed the door behind you. His head snapped up from the papers he was looking at on his desk. “How dare you?” you said, pointing a finger in his direction while your other hand was fisted on your hip. “First you sent Simon after me. Then you had him escort me like a child. Are you fucking serious, Negan? What the fuck were you thinking?”

For a long moment the only sound that filled his office was your angry panting. He just stared at you, his expression giving nothing away. Finally, he placed his hands on his desk and pushed himself to his feet. “Sit. Down.”

If he’d yelled you might have gone off again. But his voice was quiet. The tempered anger evident in the roughness of his tone. You swallowed the words you wanted to say and sat in the seat he indicated with a gesture.

He moved around his desk and handed you a glass of water. “Drink that. Slow.”

Once you were done, he took the empty glass and refilled it from a pitcher on his desk. Next, he took a rag from a bowl you hadn’t noticed before and wrung the water from it. He folded it into a rectangle and placed it on the back of your neck. You bit back the sigh of relief that threatened to escape. Damned if you’d let him know how good that felt. “Hold that there.”

He leaned against the front of his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “I took a break not long ago. Turned around in my chair and what do I see but my Earth goddess in the field below me. And is she sitting in the shade giving orders like I agreed too? No, of course not.”

You diverted your gaze and bit your lip. You knew what you’d agreed to, you just wanted to do more. At the time, you’d convinced yourself he wouldn’t mind. Apparently, you were wrong.

He placed his hands on the arms of your chair and leaned forward. You kept your eyes turned to the floor. “You were standing in the middle of that damn field on bare fucking feet breaking up the ground with a shovel. Sweat’s pouring off you and you’re grinning like a fool. And I wanted to enjoy it because God knows you’re sexy as fucking hell like that, but I couldn’t. Would you like to guess why, Y/N?”

You shook your head.

“Look at me.”

You shifted your gaze but didn’t lift your head.

“Fucking look at me.”

You sucked in a breath and repositioned yourself so you were looking him in the eye properly.

He locked gazes with you. “Could it perhaps be because you’re fucking pregnant and aren’t supposed to be doing shit like that? Especially without me or the doc around.” His volume raised with each word and you were wincing by the end.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was quiet.

He tilted his head. “Sorry, princess. I didn’t hear that. You want to repeat it?”

You scowled at him. “I’m sorry, Negan but I’m fucking pregnant, not dying. You won’t let me do anything and it’s driving me insane.”

He straightened and wiped a hand down his face. “Christ, Y/N. What do you want me to do? I stay up half the fucking night worrying about both of you. Things aren’t like they used to be. Our options are limited here if something goes wrong.”

“I want you to quit treating me like I’m going to break if I do anything. I’ve never been the kind to just sit around on my ass. You know that.”

“I am well aware. That is why I consented to you barking orders at the other assholes around here. If it was up to me, you wouldn’t leave my sight until that baby is born and maybe for several months after that.”

You tilted your head back and closed your eyes. Frankly, you were tired of having the same argument with Negan every damn day. You knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before you didn’t feel like doing anything so you wanted to work while you could.

A warm hand cupped your cheek and you opened your eyes. Negan’s worried gaze met yours. “I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

You sighed and took his hand in yours. “You’re not going to lose me, Negan. I’m too stubborn to die. Besides, someone’s got to keep your ass in line.”

“Since when do you keep me in line, sweetheart?”

You shrugged one shoulder as you stood. “Maybe I don’t, but I’m tired of arguing.” You kissed the corner of his mouth and patted his chest before turning to head into the bedroom. “I’m going to take a shower. You can sit out here and pout if you want.”

You paused in the doorway to look back at him. “Or you could come help me scrub up. Not sure I should be bending over to clean the dirt off my feet. I’m pregnant you know.”

Negan grumbled as you walked through the room stripping clothes as you went but it wasn’t long before you heard him following behind. After all, he wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.  

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Negan Imagine ~ A day at the beach

Summary: After some stressful weeks for the reader, Negan decides to surprise his girl with a well deserved day at the beach This is my entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​ Negan’s warm weather writing challenge. Sorry for the short delay and thank you so much for hosting, I had a lot of fun with this! Probably obvious but my prompt was “a day at the beach”, hope y’all like it!!

Warning: Very mild smut

“Can’t you at least give me a hint?”, you asked as you shifted over the passenger seat of Negan’s car that zoomed beneath you for at least one or two hours now, jerking here and there whenever it drove over a bump or hit a road hole. “Nope”, his raspy voice responded almost instantly and you could only surmise, not see the the grin on his lips as his red scarf that covered your eyes held you back from seeing anything else than a red shadow. “Well, then at least let me take that blindfold for a while off, it’s getting itchy...and it looks like you’re kidnapping me”, you grumbled with a soft chuckle that got immediately cut through by a shout of the man by your side. “No! Baby, you’re not wearing that for nothin’...you’ll see where I take ya, earlier or later”, he said, followed by the sensation of his hand that placed on your thigh, squeezing it lightly but teasingly as you shifted with a sigh once more over your seat, trying to guess where the hell he was taking you. “Don’t pout, my surprises are always great, y’know that”, he chuckled as his large hand gave your leg another squeeze, “You’ll thank me for it as soon as we’re there.” “Which would be when?”, you asked, giving it yet another try as Negan’s deep chuckle echoed once more through the car. “Nice try, Sweetheart, nice fuckin’ try.”

Negan stayed this inscrutable for the next while, no details, no telling you how long the rest of the drive would take, so your only source of info was the radio that announced the time here and there between some songs. And it was your way of figuring out that about another hour had passed until the car finally slowed down and came to a stop. “Please tell me we’re there and you don’t just have to take a whiz”, you half chuckled, half groaned, waiting for a few moments in silence before the clicking of the opening car door echoed through the air. ”Keep the scarf on, Sweetheart. I’m comin’ over”, he just replied, leaving you in the dark for another moment as the car door on his side shut but instead, yours opened a few moments later. ”Can I-” ”Nope, nope. Just a little more, just lemme lead you”, Negan grumbled the moment his hand reached out for your shoulder to slowly lead you out of the car and get you to your feet to walk a few steps, while your other senses were already taking in your surroundings. Wind brushed over your face, allowing a salty breeze to rise up your nose while the sound of mewing seagulls and waves hitting the shore sounded through to you and messed with your head. “Negan, we’re not really at the sea, are we?”, you mumbled, still too befuddled and overwhelmed by the influences around you to grasp a clear thought. “Well, let’s take a look, huh?”, you heard his raspy voice chuckle before you could sense his fingers reaching up to untangle the knot at the back of your head, allowing the scarf to loosen up until it slowly slid off your face and gave you the answer to your question. You were standing on a dune, a long beach stretched out beneath it, home to some scattered people that were walking here and there over the sand. Beyond the beach laid the sea where small waves were rolling over the surface, carrying small white crowns until they broke against the shore and stretched out over the sand, right until they retreated again or crashed against the breakwaters that were reaching out of the water. You were actually at the sea, at your favorite beach, the place where you had wished to flee to with Negan whenever the stress of the last weeks had reached their highs. And now that you were actually back, you couldn’t quiet realize it yet.

“Know you always wanted to come here again...and you were so fuckin’ stressed out lately, so I wanted to give ya some release”, you could hear him say while your glance was still fixed on the sea so only the corners of your eyes caught him walking up beside you,”Thought taking you here would do a little more than just a good long fuck.” ”Holy shit”, you just brought out, for the first time severing your glance from the waves and its small white crowns to look up at the grinning man by your side,“I really don’t know what to say, I-” “Oh and this is not all, take a look into the car”, he chuckled, the grin even wider than before as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and nodded over to the vehicle. It took just a few steps for you to reach its side, close enough to peak through the window in the very moment Negan rose his voice again. “Packed food, that great ass bikini of yours too and most importantly a fuckin’ mattress in the back...literally”, Negan said as you ran your eyes over the car’s inside. The seats in the back were folded up and covered with a thin mattress that was home to a few bags, pillows, blankets; basically anything you needed for a day and night at the beach. It was perfect. “Oh my...I can’t believe you did all this...”, you only brought out, still staring through the window while you could feel Negan’s arm wrapping around you, pulling you closer to his side. “Told ya I’m great at surprises.” ”Yeah, gotta give that to you”, you chuckled, for the first time peeling your eyes from what he’d prepared to glance with a smile at him, “Thank you.” The grin on his lips mixed with a smile as well as he pulled you closer towards him, settling you against his chest before leaning in to give your lips a quick kiss. ”Anytime”, he mumbled against your lips before a chuckle rumbled through his chest,”And I mean, I come off really fuckin’ well too.” ”Yeah, sure”, you laughed as Negan backed a little away, “But don’t undermine your effort...this is great, I love it. And I haven’t even fully realized this yet.” ”Well, then let’s go change that.” A word and a blow. Only minutes later you had peeled yourself off your shoes and made your way down the small path that was leading down the dunes, just to finally grasp with all of your senses that you were at the sea and take in every little bit that confirmed it. The sand that touched your feet the moment you stepped into it, the little trickling yet cushioning feeling against your skin that first made you realize that this all was actually happening and wasn’t just a dream you would wake up from as soon as the alarm clock would ring and rip you out of your sleep. The sun that warmed your skin, not hot though, but just the right amount to give you a pleasant feeling as its rays danced over your skin. The wind that brushed along your body, stroking loose strands of your loosely tied up hair back and whirled around you with the kind of roughness you could only feel right at the sea. Negan’s large hand that had moved from your hip to your hand by now, grasping and enclosing it as you made your way further down the beach. And then finally, the feeling of the cold wet touching you as the tips of the waves that met the shore stretched themselves over the sand up to you, touching your toes first before you stepped a little in and let the cold wet surround your feet. ”Realized it now?”, Negan’s voice asked from beside you, as you closed your eyes for a moment, smiling happily while the arriving and retreating waves caressed around your ankles. ”Yeah, think I’m slowly getting it”, you mumbled, allowing your eyes to flutter open to glance at the in sunlight glistening sea. ”Slowly? Uhh can’t have that”, you heard him grumble as he made a few steps through the water, “Think we gotta wake you up, huh?” Knowing Negan, the alarm signs in your head were beginning to turn red by these words but just in the very moment your glance shot to your side, you found him crouching a little, with his large hand in the water before it shot up and splashed it towards you. “Stop! Oh you asshole!”, you laughed, jumping back as soon as more salty drops soaked into your clothes and the grin on Negan’s lips grew wider as he watched you amusedly. ”No damn way”, he laughed, shoving his palm back into the water to scoop it up and toss it into your direction, with enough power to let another army of drops land on your shorts and the bare skin of your legs. ”Hmm, you get that back”, you chuckled as you swung your leg a little back before rushing it back forward and through the water with as much force as you could bring up, creating a wave that got spilt into thousands of drops as soon as your foot kicked out of the water. Within milliseconds they rushed towards Negan, splattering across his white shirt as he jumped back to not give the drops more attack surface. Laughing you watched him tumbling backwards and definitely not landing as safely as intended back on his feet, but instead on his butt as he lost balance and fell right into the water. ”Fuck!” ”Shit, are you okay?”, you asked, even though you couldn’t keep another laugh from erupting your body as you watched him shifting on the sand that had cushioned his fall. “Yeah, but my ass is fucking wet”, he groaned, even though the serious expression got quickly replaced by his signature grin as he glanced up at you ,”Not as wet as your pussy last night though.” “Oh god”,you laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully before you felt him rushing his hand up to grasp your wrist, and before you knew, you felt yourself falling into the cold too, landing butt first in the water next to him. “Fuck, Negan!”, you called out in surprise, only to sense milliseconds later how your body sunk a few inches deep into the water and let it soak into your clothes. “Don’t worry, got some spare shit in the car”, he chuckled, grinning wolfishly at you before he splashed some more water at you and let out a thick chuckle,”Either way, think that’s our sign...let’s get you in that hot ass bikini!”

With one of the bags carried out of the car, a towel spread over the sand and Negan already slipped in his swim trunks you were crouching on the ground and leaned over the bag, peeling out the bikini from underneath the spare clothes, a pack of sunscreen and whatever else he could fit into its inside. “There you are”, you grumbled as soon as you held both of the pieces in your hand just before you glanced up and wondered how much you’d have to throw your back out underneath some other towel in order to get that bikini on without giving the scatteredly walking people around you an involuntary strip show. “Come here. Gonna shield ya”, he chuckled, ripping you out of your thought process as he grabbed one of the large towels out of the bag, shaking it a little to spread it out before he held it out for you to slip into the small fort he had built for you. As soon as he had closed the towel around you, you stroked the wet clothes off your body, trying your best to not lose balance as you pulled your pants off your legs before you peaked over the edge of the towel. “Don’t worry, no ones seeing you except for me”, Negan lowly chuckled as he glanced at your bare body, biting his lip with relish before he let out a small groan ,”And fuck…that’s one damn sight” Shaking your head with a small laugh you felt some heat rushing into your cheeks, filling them up with a soft blush as you began to pull your bikini step by step over your body. “You sure I can’t take you right here?”, Negan mumbled as you glanced up at him, watching as he flashed his pearly whites and grinned widely at you. “Pretty sure”, you chuckled as you pulled your bikini’s panties over and finished your transformation right as you felt Negan dropping the towel around your shoulders to wrap his arms around you and pull you against his warm chest. “Now that’s too damn bad”, he grumbled into your hair as you snuggled your own body against his and hummed in approvement just before his voice rumbled through to you again. “Mhmm you ready?”, he asked, pressing a kiss to your temple before you moved a little back and glanced at him with a soft smile, “Yeah.” “Gotta do it like rippin’ a bandaid off”, Negan said only moments later as the cold water brushed against your feet and foreshadowed the coolness that would await you as soon as you would sink your bodies into it. “What?”, you asked, as your attention shifted from the water to him, just in the very moment as you caught him taking a run up before he sprinted into the water. Water drops flew through the air as he broke the waves, landing cooly on your skin as you heard his booming voice echoing through to you,”Fuckin’ fast and without stopping!” He was hip deep in the water when you first heard a curse falling from his lips, then another, before it transformed into a whole bunch as soon as he sunk his upper body into the waves and began to swim a little further just to finally dive head first into the cold. You followed him step by step, even though you could tell the moment he resurfaced that part of him regretted acting so bold. If this was a movie, oh he’d emerge gracefully from the sea. He’d brush his wet hair back with ease, would grin with a toothpaste smile at you as soon as he’d leave the water and would  probably wink at you as if butter could’t melt in his mouth. But instead, in your reality, things looked a little different. The water had brushed all his hair forward into his face, his eyes were squeezed tight to protect it from the salty water that was still dropping down his face, his brows were tightly puckered and his lips were twisted in what almost seemed like confusion. In your eyes, Negan surely was the most handsome man walking on earth but he was just a human too, and that was showing right in this moment. A thick laugh was falling from your lips as you watched him, catching how he now ran his hands over his face, stroked his hair back and finally opened his eyes. “What are you laughing ‘bout? Come in!” “I am!” you called back as you made your way deeper into the water, “I’m just not that fast ‘cause it’s fucking cold.” “Oh I know, it’s dick shrinking cold...doesn’t change shit though”, he grinned back stepping a little deeper until the water was reaching his chest before lookin back at you,”Now get your sweet ass over here, I’ll warm ya up.” “Yeah, I’m on my way”, you laughed again, stomping deeper until the water’s depth made it harder to walk. “Oh fuck…Oh fuck!”, you brought out as you finally sunk your body into the water and began to swim, feeling how the cold was enclosing you and pushed another shudder through your body. Only a couple stroke later you reached Negan, whose arms wrapped around you in the matter of seconds to pull you against his warm but slightly shivering body. “You’re freezing too”, you chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned at him. “I did freeze but not anymore”, Negan grumbled, flashing his pearly whites as a thick chuckle rumbled through his chest ,”You’re just too damn hot...now wrap those legs ‘round me.” Shaking your head with a soft laugh you pushed yourself a little off the sandy ground beneath your feet and wrapped your legs around his hips, tight enough to melt your body against his in the water that rocked the both of you a little back and forth. “Oh I like this”, you could hear him mumble as he let his head sink into the curve of your neck and let his wet lips caress over its side while his rough beard stubble scrubbed softly over the sensitive skin. Humming contently you stayed huddled to him, relishing in his touch and the feeling of the rocking waves until he dove out of the curve of your neck and glanced at you with his schoolboy grin. You weren’t gonna lie, you could look all day at him, just like right now. The pushed back, dark and wet hair that was shimmering in the sunlight, the drops that ran down his face just to get caught up in his salt and pepper beard, the hazel eyes that got enlightened by the sun and made them shine in an even warmer tone. God, he was one sight for sore eyes. “Hmm?”, he suddenly grumbled, raising his brows while his lips quirked up into a small smirk as you ran your hand through his dark locks and got torn out of your little trance. “You just always look real sexy with that wet hair”, you mumbled, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck while the smirk that had been small was now forming into a large, cocky one. “Huh...”, Negan just lowly grumbled, biting his lip as his eyes scanned over your face and one of his large hands ran down to give your ass a teasing squeeze. ”What, no comment?”, you asked with a laugh, flinching a little by the sensation of his hands that created a whole different and tingling warmth in your body while you watched the cocky grin growing only wider. “Nah, just enjoying that damn look on your face. You’re probably wetter than the sea, aren’t ya?” ”And here we go”, you laughed, still playing with his hair as he let his tongue sneak over his lower lip and let his glance burn into you, eliciting some more tingling to spread through your body. ”Wasn’t the answer to my question”, he grumbled just before he narrowed his glance and gripped you tighter as he watched your reaction, answering the question himself ,”Fuck yes, you are...damn, the effect I got on you...” ”Don’t get too cocky”, you warned with a laugh as you wrapped your arms closer around his neck, to shift your hips closer against his, immediately feeling the growing bulge that was hidden underneath his swim trunks,”'Cause you don’t seem too unaffected, too.” ”Now that’s no fuckin’ wonder, isn’t it?”, Negan grumbled back, biting his lip as his hands gave your ass another tight squeeze and pushed you closer against his body. Humming in approval you leaned against him, dropping your head to rest it against his shoulder and press kisses to his cooled skin. ”You’re trying to warm me up now?”, he grumbled as he let his head sink lower as well, up until he could nuzzle his nose against your neck. ”Hmm maybe”, you mumbled back, your lips forming into a small grin against his skin. Holding onto him you stayed huddled to his body, with the waves brushing against your back while you moved your head a little to watch some people walking down the beach and the sea gulls landing on the breakwaters to watch out for their next snacks. Just as Negan dropped his head a little lower and pressed his lips to your shoulder, you could feel the wind lashing the waves a little higher, one by one that crashed into the breakwaters. The little disturbances were palpable in the water too, the waves brushed a little more against your skin and let the cold wet  whirl around you, in between your bodies, enough to make you move a little into the water and away from Negan’s warm body. “Oh, so that’s what we’re doing now?”, he chuckled, as the waves began to carry you a little back and made him push himself off the ground to swim a little towards you and get you deeper into his arms once more. “That wasn’t me, think the waves are deciding for us”, you chuckled as you watched Negan shifting and leaning with his back into the waves, taking you with him as he settled you against his broad chest and let the water carry you both. “Fucking cockblockers....well, then we gotta go along with it, huh?”, he mumbled, kicking his legs a little to keep the two of you floating. “Yeah”, you responded, feeling how the waves brushed with a little more force against you, just as Negan laid his head a little more into the water and closed his eyes, relishing in your touch. You glanced at him for another moment, caressing your fingertips over his sides to watch the corners of his lips quirk up a little before your eyes wandered over the beach once more to take in the peaceful scenery. You were just about to let your glance drift back to Negan as you suddenly felt a little higher wave crushing into your side, mixing within milliseconds with Negan’s booming voice. ”Shit!”, he called out, shooting your glance back at as you saw the wave washing over his face. “Oh fuck! Tastes like a fuckin’ sweaty ballsa-”, he growled, stopping as he coughed and raised himself out of the water to avoid another encounter with the waves. “Shit, are you okay?”, you asked, watching as his face grimaced and his lips pursed in disgust in response to the saltiness of the water even though he nevertheless nodded heavily. “No, no you’re not”, you said, not able to suppress a laugh as he coughed thickly once more,“C’mon let’s go out, you have to drink something”. “I don-”, he choked out, stopping himself as he grimaced again, and ran his hand over his mouth as if it would magically let the saltiness disappear. “You do, big man. You do.”

It only took two big gulps of water to give Negan his booming voice and get him back to his feet. You stayed at the shallow water after that though, walking side by side through the smaller waves that broke against your legs while you walked further down the beach and watched the sun making its journey over the sky. You could feel the last ounce of stress that was lingering in your body being washed out by the sea, by the atmosphere that had always surrounded this place and turned it into something that made it seem like it was cut off everything, a place where responsibilities and suspense were nonexistent.

Hours passed until you finally jumped underneath the provisory showers at the beach and let the cumbersome pelting water wash the salty sea water off your bodies that had left a small tension by now on your skin. And as the evening then approached, you slipped into the spare clothes Negan had back at the car.   Even though he had grabbed some of your stuff from home too, you ended up stealing some of his, just a white shirt and some sweatpants that didn’t only smell like him and were as comfy as always, they were also keeping the cooler becoming air from sneaking up your body. So when the sun was on its way to sink into the horizon and melt into the sea, you found yourself sitting on one of the tree trunks that surrounded a fireplace, watching the sky turning into a bright variety of colors while the last sun-rays created glowing crowns onto the edges of the clouds. It looked like a painting, truly beautiful and barely describable with words. Negan was right by your side, kneeling though as he worked on turning the small flame that lingered within the stacked wood into a proper campfire. “Fuck yes, think its workin!”, he called out as soon as one small flame shot a little up and captured the next piece of wood, starting a knock on effect on all the other pieces. “Baby, you’ll take a look in the coolin’ bag? Got some food in there, just grab the biggest two containers for now”, he added as he watched the flames, still a little cautious as they still spread out surely yet slowly. You did as he asked, shifting closer to one of the three bags he’d brought out of the car earlier, and grabbed the smallest one of them. Quickly you took the two largest along with some cutlery out and zipped the bag shut again before raising one a little to glance through the see-through part of the tuppers. “You didn’t really pack spaghetti in those”, you said with a thick chuckle as you caught the red sauce lingering in the inside, before lowering the container again to look at a grinning Negan who shrugged his shoulders as he finally settled next to you on the trunk. “What? Best meal I can make. Tastes fuckin’ good even cold”, he laughed, taking one of the containers before nodding towards the bags, “And after that, I got all we need for some kick-ass s’mores!...Oh and if you look in that big bag, our best friends, whiskey and white wine are just waiting for us.” “Shit...you really thought of everything”, you mumbled as you glanced at him, watching the proud smirk grow a little bigger before he laughed thickly and nodded towards the container in your lap. “Hell yes, I did. Now get those spaghetti in your pretty mouth or I’ll stuff it with somethin’ else.”

Negan sure was right about the spaghetti too, they still tasted delicious cold and you relished on the fruity and hearty sauce whenever another fork full of noodles met your mouth. The sun was already gone as the wine and whiskey took their place, along with graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows that were slowly turning gold brown in the flickering flames of the fire. “Allright, think this one’s ready”, Negan mumbled as he turned the stick between his fingers, rolling the marshmallow once more through the heat before slowly leading it towards him to drop it onto one of the crackers. “Fuck, think this one’s gonna give my gum a fuckin’ orgasm”, he said with a bright grin as he placed the thin plate of chocolate onto the soft marshmallow, only to finish it off with another cracker as he licked his lips hungrily. Your eyes were still glued on him as an almost childlike joy overtook his face and enflamed even brighter as soon as he opened his lips wide and shoved the treat into his mouth. “What are you grinnin’ about?”, he grumbled, still chewing as he nodded towards you while you shook your head with a soft chuckle. “Nothing, just sweet how happy you look”, you laughed softly before you watched him licking the remaining melted chocolate and marshmallow off his fingers. “Hmm look at your own marshmallow, that fucker’s about to say bye bye”, he chuckled deeply before your glance shot back to your stick, watching as your gold brown marshmallow was slowly melting off the wood, threatening to become one with the flames. “Oh crap”, you called out rushing the stick back out of the fire, just in time to drop it onto the cracker Negan held out to you. “Got ya”, he said as you stroked the marshmallow onto the cookie and quickly turned it into a s’more before it could melt any further. The melting chocolate was already beginning to daub your fingers as you took your first bite, feeling how the marshmallow squeezed out of the cracker and spilled all around your lips, dripping to your chin to form a bigger mess. “Shit, it’s everywhere”, you cursed, licking your lips and running your fingers around its corners to get the sticky white mass off your skin, only to hear Negan’s thick chuckle as he caught you struggling. “Don’t say it, I know that look”, you warned him, half laughing yourself as you watched him biting his lip while the look in his eyes was telling you exactly what he was thinking ,”And I know what that looks like.” “Mhmm…me too”, he mumbled, tease soaking his voice,“Hard to get that all in your mouth when its already stuffed full, huh?” “Yeah, that s’mores is definitely a harder challenge than usual...size-wise”, you teased back, grinning at him as he shook his head with a thick laugh. “Y’know that would’ve actually been a damn fine burn if we both wouldn’t fuckin’ know otherwise”, he said, winking at you as you rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully into his side. “By the way, you still got it on your face”, he added, grinning as he shifted closer and reached up to your cheek, “Lemme get that.” “Wait, still need to eat the rest, won’t help if I get something new on there right after you got it off”, you mumbled, shoving the rest of the s’more in your mouth before licking the remaining marshmallow and chocolate off your fingers. “Ready now?”, he laughed, his hand still resting on your jaw before you nodded with a soft chuckle and let him stroke his rough thumb over your skin to got rid of the remaining smudge. “Over and done”, he finally grumbled, dropping his hand to wrap his arm around you and pull you closer. Dropping your head on his shoulder you cuddled closer, hugging him back as you glimpsed into the softly flickering flames. The scent of the burning wood mixed with the one of the sea and Negan’s very own as you melted into his side and nuzzled your nose into the fabric of his shirt. Slowly, you could feel him turning his head, just enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead and let his rough stubble brush slightly over your skin, eliciting a content hum to fall from your lips. Smiling you lifted your head off his shoulder,  glancing for a split second at him before his lips captured yours and pulled you into a with whiskey and chocolate shrouded  kiss. Humming into him you ran your hands up his chest, up until your fingers meet his throat and could dive into the black locks at he nape of his neck. “C’mere”, he grumbled against your lips, pulling you closer as he reached out for you and helped to let you settle in his lap. Shifting you tried to get as comfortable as you could, right before you felt him wrapping his arms around you, trying to keep you both steady on the narrow trunk before he groaned quietly. “Wait, just gonna shift this here to the ground, this damn thing isn’t made for this”, he chuckled, pecking your lips as he kept holding onto you as he slid down the trunk and settled with you in the sand,“There we go.” Wrapping your arms around his neck you leaned back into the kiss, humming against his lips as you felt him pulling you closer to his chest and sensed the pleasant warmth of the fire streaming through to you. His hands kept running over you until they slipped beneath your clothes, caressing your skin with touches that let you know where exactly he wanted this to lead to. ”Turn ‘round. Straddle my lap, Sweetheart”, Negan mumbled in-between kisses, motivating you to break your kiss for a moment to shift your body and swing one leg to his other side, even though not without carrying a good load of sand with it that spread like a thin sheet all over Negan’s lap. ”Shit, the damn sand is everywhere”, you grumbled, brushing your hand over his sweatpants before you heard him lowly chuckle. “Yeah it is...how ‘bout we go try out the mattress in the car?”, he mumbled, glancing up at you before a smirk formed on his lips,”Got the feelin’ I’d pump more sand than cock in your pussy here.” “Now I really can’t have that”, you chuckled back, pecking his lips before his large hand landed in a swift slap on your ass, eliciting a flinch to shoot through your body and a thicker chuckle to rumble through Negan’s chest. ”Well, then let’s get ya in that car!” The mattress sunk beneath your bodies as you rolled onto it and in the very moment your back settled into the sheets, Negan’s hands were already running over your body, pulling on the loose clothes until he could brush them step by step off of you. His lips were caressing over the side of your neck, their softness bringing a welcome contrast to the rough stubble as soft moans fell from your lips, elicited by his touches and kisses. The sound of the waves got carried through the night as you slowly dove into a trance beneath him, more and more as he placed open mouthed kisses down your breasts and stomach, traveling further south until his fingers and tongue were sending you right to cloud nine. Your fingers were buried deeply into his hair, tangled in his dark locks until they gripped them tightly as a wave of pleasure rolled over you, leaving you catching for your breath and trembling like an aspen leaf. You still weren’t back in complete control over your senses as he climbed back on top of you, with lust darkened eyes, yet widely grinning until his lips met yours again and pulled you deeper into the trance he had weaved you in. Slowly but surely you stripped him off the last pieces of clothes as well, your glance focused on catching each part and inch of him even in the faint light before you closed your eyes as soon as his lips crashed on yours once more. Moaning against his lips you ran your fingers over his side, just until the moment they came to a halt and dug into his skin in the very moment he sunk into you. Within moments his hips moved in rhythm with yours, sending more intoxicating waves of pleasure through your body as his weight pressed in on you and intensified the deep thrusts that were turning you into a writhing mess beneath him. Everything around you kept you in this bubble he was creating around you, the cool night air that was setting a contrast to his warm body on top of you, the gripping of his hands into your hips and ass that would surely leave their marks and his deep growls that mixed with your soft moans and filled the car. And you stayed this way, entangled in each other with no real clue anymore where you ended and he begun, until both of you finally came completely undone. Huddled up to him you laid not much later on the mattress, with your head resting on his chest, your eyes darting to the sea that was enlightened by the moon and with your fingers playing with the short dark curls that peppered his chest, all while he was keeping you wrapped up in his arms. Your breath had normalized by now, your body was still again as it was melted against him, even though it stayed sensitive to his small touches and the movements of his fingertips that traced here and there slowly over your arm. “Thank you, for this all”, you mumbled, slowly raising your head from his chest to glance at him in the faint light and catch his eyes that were scanning over your face. “Any damn time again, Sweetheart”, he grumbled with a lazy grin, his large hand reaching out to let his fingers tangle into your loosely tied up hair just to bring you a little closer down to him  ,”Still, no damn need to thank me.” “Pff there is”, you softly chuckled back, pecking his lips before mumbling against them ,”Y’know, I got real lucky with you.” A deep hum rumbled through his chest as soon as you backed just enough away to glimpse at him while the grin on his lips mixed with an heartfelt smile. “Shit, you’re gonna manage to make big ol’ Negan blush.” “Good”, you laughed softly, leaning in once more to press your lips to his, only to sink into him this time and hum contently into the kiss as his fingers caressed through your hair. “Hope that day did what I intended and got rid off all that stress”, he mumbled, just before the corners of his lips quirked up into his wolfish grin, “Oh and hope that fuck topped it off real good.” “It did, counts for both”, you chuckled, grinning at him before the expression on his face grew a little softer. “But all fuckin’ jesting aside, just want ya to feel great as hell.” “I do, really. Couldn’t have been a better day”, you mumbled, allowing a big smile to mix into the grin that only grew wider as he tugged you back down to him and pulled you into another deep kiss. You hummed against his lips, allowing him to draw you back into a little trance from before, all while in the far, you could still hear the waves crushing into the shore and the soft breeze of the wind whirling around the car.   It was the very perfect ending to the perfect day, there with him on the mattress in the back of the car, and deep down, you already couldn’t wait for the next time. tags:

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Negan’s Warm Weather Writing Challenge Masterlist

Here are all of the fantastic fic submissions for the warm weather Negan writing challenge. Thank you so much to everyone who participated!  I enjoyed reading all of these so much! <3

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Spring

Spring Cleaning

negan--is--god  -  “Spring Cleaning & Sunburn”

Puddles

twdsunshine  -  “April Showers”

negan-jdm-winchester  -  “Puddles”

Road Trip

letsby  -  “Nowhere to Hide” 

irrelevantwriter  -  “Life In The Fast Lane”

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Summer

A Day At The Beach

thewalkingdead-imagines  -  “A day at the beach”

Carnival

bunnylouisegrimes  -  “April At The Carnival”

Skinny Dipping

sexykitty96  -  “Taking a Dip” 

Sweat

thatfanficstuff  -  “Earth Goddess”

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Holidays

St. Patrick’s Day

annablack1102  -  “Pinch”

Mother’s Day

darkangeldesignstudio  -  “Ch. 1″  “Ch. 2″  “Ch. 3″  “Ch. 4″  “Ch. 5″

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AU

Farmer/Farmhand Negan

roguesandsaviors  -  “Second Chances”

Fake Wedding Date Negan

neganaxeman

adayinmymeadow  -  “My big fake wedding date”

supernaturallymarvellous  -  The Wedding Date: “Part 1″ 

Military Negan

roguesandsaviors  -  “Treacherous Water Rescues”

thatfanficstuff  -  “Fucking Finally” 

[supernaturallymarvellous]

The Wedding Date: Part 1

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Negan x Reader

Word Count: 550

Warnings: None

A/N: My first attempt at writing an AU and who better to start with than our wonderful Negan.  This is my entry for the Warm Weather Writing Challenge being hosted by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash.  Also tagging @negans-network.  I chose “Fake Wedding Date Negan” as my prompt, and this is the first part of a mini series!

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Y/N regretted the words as soon as they had left her mouth. What should have been a simple phone call home to confirm her attendance at her sister's upcoming wedding had instead degenerated in a veiled attack on Y/N's status as a single woman. As her mother had chatted away about how she had found the perfect man to set Y/N up with, a friend of the groom named Thomas, Y/N had hurriedly countered this awful scenario with four little words that sent her mother into a state of shocked silence, even if that only lasted for a few seconds.

"I have a boyfriend."

"........."

"Mom?"

"I'm sorry honey. Did you just say you're dating somebody?"

"Yes. His name is.....Negan. And yes, he'll be accompanying me to Emily's wedding. So can you please stop trying to set me up with every single man that you come across?!"

"Ok. Well since you didn't think to mention this Negan character earlier, you and I are going to have a nice long sit down when you get here and I want to know everything about him."

Starting to panic, Y/N quickly made her excuses and ended the call. Placing her phone on the kitchen bench next to her, she bent over the work surface and started to gently bang her head against the granite countertop, talking to herself as she did so. "You idiot. Stupid stupid idiot. Why didn't you just say no? Why did you say Negan?! Stupid!"

Despite what she had said to her mother, Y/N was very much a single woman and was most certainly not dating the man that lived across the hallway from her. Not that she hadn't thought about it. Of course she had - he was charming and kind, not to mention devastatingly attractive.

Y/N had first met Negan about a year earlier when he'd helped move her belongings from the curbside up to her new third floor apartment. They'd quickly developed a friendly rapport and before long, had started spending more and more time together. Sharing takeaway food and watching movies on a random weekday night became quite the common occurrence for the pair. There had even been occasions when they'd fallen asleep together, curled up on Negan's sofa, after spending the evening together, talking about their day.

But nothing more than that had ever developed. Y/N had put thoughts of pursuing a relationship with Negan to the back of her mind, not wanting her feelings to get in the way of their friendship, and not willing to expose herself to any potential heartache.

However, realising that she had to sort out the mess she had gotten herself into, Y/N grabbed her phone and sent a text to Negan.

His response came quickly and with a level of acceptance of her request that surprised her. He was willing to go along with such a ridiculous charade for her?! Still, she had a few hours to attempt to wrap her head around this before he would get home and then she could explain it in person.

[darkangeldesignstudio]

Mother’s Day: Invincible

Negan x OFC

I originally wrote the fic "Mother's Day" as a five part series for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​ Negan Summer Writing Challenge and I have been wanting to expand on this story for a while. I had been putting it off because of the many touchy subjects that this story talks about and I felt a bit scared about putting this story out there in its full form, especially since it depicts actual events from my own life and what happened to me in the past.

Basically, this is my escape story. The story I wish I could have had the chance to experience after everything that happened to me. Now this is not to say that I wish my ex would die, or anything of the sort, but it is a way for me to finally vent and get my story out there for other's to hear. I think hearing a story like this would be beneficial to someone and show them that, if they are struggling or scared in their relationship, you should do whatever you can to take a chance and get out. Nobody should have to suffer this way and if you ever need any advice or help, I am here for you.

The double prologue has been posted to AO3 and I hope you will all enjoy what I have done with the story. I’m trying something a bit new with this one as it is my first OFC story, so be gentle lol. As always, I love you all and I would appreciate any reblogs and comments you are willing to send.

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Negan’s Spooky Writing Challenge

I’ve been thinking a while about finally celebrating the follower milestone and the upcoming 4 year anniversary of this blog, so here it finally is, my Spooky Writing Challenge for Negan. Beneath the ‘keep-reading’-cut are about 30 fall and Halloween related prompt combinations which you can use all the way you like! Anybody’s welcome to join and I honestly can’t wait to see more Negan fics all over tumblr!🕸️

Rules:

• Below the keep-reading-cut, you can find ca. 30 options to choose from. To mix things a little up this time around, I made each of the options up of not just one, but a combination of 3 prompts (Keywords, quotes etc.) each. You can use these in whichever way you like, the only rule here is to include them in some kind of way.

• Once you’ve made a choice, please send me an ask, containing the option you’d like to have (You can also send it anonymously in case you have a secondary writing blog and don’t wanna show your main one. Just mention the blog you’re participating with.)

•  You don’t have to follow me to participate, the challenge is open to anyone  no matter if you’re a writing blog or haven’t written anything before, if you’re interested, you’re more than welcome to give it a shot 

• You can choose any option you want, even if somebody else already has it  but if I notice that one possibility is chosen extremely often, I’ll most likely close it, so we end up with a bigger variety.

• It can be as smutty, fluffy and/or angsty as you want, do whatever you like with your chosen combination (in case you write about sensitive topics please use warnings)

• It has to be Negan x Reader (but which gender you choose is of course up to you)

• It can be as long (or short) as you want, but if you reach over 500 words, please use a ‘keep-reading’ cut

• Make sure to tag me and use the hashtag “Negan’s Spooky Writing Challenge”. As soon as I’ve seen your imagine, I’ll send you a message, but since tumblr is known for messing tags up, you are welcome to send me a message and let me know in case I don’t respond in the matter of a day.

• The deadline is Halloween, the 31st October, however (!!) this is a rather loose deadline, if you need more time, you’ll get it, just let me know with a quick message :) 

• As soon as I got every entry, I’ll create a masterlist with all of them and post it on my blog!

Thanks in advance to everyone who’s interested in taking part, if you don’t wanna participate yourself, I’d be real happy if you’d still share this post!

Prompts:

1. Scary Movie • “I didn’t know you were so jumpy.” • Thick Blankets 

2. Leather gloves • Marks • Moans

3. Halloween party  • “You wouldn’t want them to hear us, would you?” • Whisper

4. Road trip • “Let me get you warm.” • Camp Fire

5. Blood moon • “You know, sex magic is one of the most powerful practices” • Scratches

6. Ritual • “Are you afraid yet?” • Smirk

7. Candle • Abandoned House  • Heartbeat

8. Supply run • “A Halloween shop? Hoped for a sex shop but this isn’t all too bad either.” • Laughter

9. Tent • Night Sky • Leather jacket

10. Summon • Demon • “You won’t be able to resist me.”

11. Apple picking  • Cardigan  • Chilly Weather 12. Spanking • “You’re gonna regret this” • Red 13. Hot Shower  • Fall storm  • White Towel

14. Warm Hands • “You’re carving a dick into your pumpkin, aren’t you?” • Goofiness 

15. Enemies • Nighttime • Hate Fuck

16. Wicked Grin • “Didn’t anyone warn you about dancing with the devil?” • Heavy breaths  

17. “Hand me that ax. Now.” • Beast • “I don’t want to die.”

18. Ouija Board • “This was a dumb idea.” • “You called for me?”

19. Spell • “Now we only have to wait until midnight.” • Witch

20. Vampire  • Blood-drops • Fangs

21. Falling leaves • Trick-or-Treat •  “It’s getting cold.”

22. Werewolf • Bite-marks • “You’re mine.”

23. Costume Party  • “Just because we’re in a fucking apocalypse doesn’t mean we can’t have fun!” • “Big bad wolf and the little red riding hood, isn’t that a bit too cliché?” 

24. Potion • “It’s 3. The witching hour.” •  Moonlight

25. Harvest festival • “How did we manage to get lost in a corn maze?!” •  Apple Cider

26. “If you thought you were safe, you were wrong.” • Bloody sweater • “I dare you”

27. Dirty Talk • “Do I scare you?” • Prisoner 

28. “Is that my sweater?” • Warmth • Crackling Fire 

29. Aphrodisiacs • Exhilaration • Deep Voice  

30. Light kisses • “Just let me hold you.” • Coziness 

31. “Are we gonna jump in that leaf pile now or nah?” • Golden Fall • Wind

32. Beard stubble • “Take me, I’m yours” • Rough Hands

(Note: the gif is not mine, I found it on google so credit to the original owner)

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Negan’s Warm Weather Writing Challenge

I did a fall/autumn version of this over a year ago, so I figured why not celebrate the other, warmer seasons as well :D

Please read the rules carefully, to avoid confusion:

Below the cut, I have a list of 30 spring and summer-themed prompts for y’all to choose from. Please let me know which prompt(s) you want VIA AN ASK. If you would like to write two fics for two different prompts (or even more than two), go for it! You can also combine multiple prompts into one fic! If you want more than one prompt, just let me know in the ask if they’re for the same fic or separate ones. 

I’m not putting a limit on how many slots there are for each prompt. If someone wants a prompt, they can have it! Just let me know which prompt(s) you want! There is no restriction on genre, pairings, point of view, length, etc. for this! 

Please make sure you put a “keep reading” bar on your fics, so that the entire fic doesn’t take up people’s dash. I won’t reblog a fic on my blog if it is over 500 words and doesn’t have a “keep reading bar”. If you’re unsure how to add the bar, feel free to reach out to me and ask! :)

The due date for all fics is going to be the first day of summer (Friday, June 21st), which gives y’all over 3 months to brainstorm and write.

When you post the completed fics, be sure to use the hashtag “negan’s warm weather writing challenge” (look at that alliteration!) so that I can easily find any fics that tumblr might not send me a tag notification for. 

Be sure to tag both my personal blog and negans-network, so that there’s double the chance the tag will go through! I know tags are hella wonky on here right now (apparently for a lot of people if you tag a blog or add a hyperlink to the post, your fic won’t show up in the hashtag searches). Therefore, I’d recommend just posting the fics with no hyperlinks or tags, and then add your tag list in either a reblog or comment. 

Once I get all of the completed fics, I will make a masterlist of them all and post it on my blog, for everyone to see!

If anyone wants to contribute fanart or aesthetics to any of these prompts, feel free!

AND NOW, FOR THE PROMPTS!

Spring

- Spring Flowers

-Blooming Flowers

-Spring Cleaning

-Puddles

-Hammock

-Picnic

-Graduation

-Road Trip

Summer

-A Day at the Beach

-Speedo

-Ice Cream

-Hiking/Camping

-Sunburn

-Carnival

-Lemonade

-Backyard BBQ

-Skinny Dipping

-Sweat

Holidays

-St. Patrick’s Day

-April Fool’s Day

-Easter

-Mother’s Day

-Father’s Day

-4th of July

AU

-Camp Counselor Negan

-Lifeguard Negan

-Farmer/Farmhand Negan

-Fake Wedding Date Negan

-Military Negan

-Sailor Negan

[darkangeldesignstudio]

Mother’s Day

Negan x Reader

Honestly, writing this story was hard. The angst was real and the PTSD was not fun to deal with, but I feel like sharing this story with you all has made me stronger in the long run and I hope you all enjoy it. Remember, if you are ever going through something like this or know someone who is, talk about it, ask for help and know in your heart that, no matter what happens. YOU ARE STRONG!!

Summary: When the world ended, you used it to escape a living hell. Later, found yourself a place to call home in Alexandria. You  and your two children were welcomed into the community and you soon found a friend in the reformed soul of a prisoner named, Negan. Your relationship grows steadily over time and he becomes an irreplaceable part of your family, but when a nightmare from the past rears its ugly head, will your love be enough to keep you alive?

Warnings: Negan’s foul language (as usual), implied smut, talks of mental and physical abuse towards children and women, threats of sexual assault, violence, and death.

Chapter 2

A few months went by, Negan was under constant guard by yourself and a few others. He went where you went, helping with the work and even teaching a few classes when someone overheard him say that he had been a teacher. He took it all in stride, trying his absolute hardest to be a good person.

Unfortunately, you knew many people would never trust him, but he only seemed to care that you did. Your relationship progressed over the months spent together, but Negan quickly became a person you cared deeply for and your boys loved him, they would never see him as the monster that many other proclaimed him to be. After all of the things they went through with their father in the past, it warmed your heart to see them readily accept Negan into their lives.

One night, you caught Pat and Negan talking together in the living room of your house. You had never heard Pat open up to any men besides his uncles, usually keeping them at arms length so there was no risk of getting hurt.

You stood at the door, watching as your oldest son and Negan bonded. They laughed and joked for a while until Pat's head began to droop. Negan patted him on the shoulder, waking Pat enough to push him off towards the stairs to his room on the second floor.

You smiled at your son's retreating form, turning just in time to lock eyes with Negan.

“You gonna fucking stand there and eavesdrop all damn night?” You shook your head at him. No matter how nice he tried to be, that mouth of his just couldn't be cleaned up no matter how many scoldings you gave him. But, you had to admit, it was kind of endearing.

“Shut up old man.” His look of mock horror made you giggle as you walked into the living room with a small plate of spaghetti in your hand. You sat on the couch beside him, eager to eat the delicious smelling food. You had just come in from a week long run and this would be your first real meal since the day you left.

You ate quickly, moaning at the flavor a few times. Negan's quite chuckles filled the silence around you as he waited for you to finish.

“That good huh?” You looked at him with eyebrow raised. Setting your fork on the now clean plate, you seriously contemplated licking it clean, but better judgment prevailed and you sat the plate onto the coffee table.

You shrugged. “Yeah, Michonne's food is always great.”

His frown made you pause. “Who the fuck said Michonne cooked it?”

Another raised brow from you caused him to chuckle. “I cooked it, with your boys' help. They missed you and wanted to do something nice for when you came back.”

The shocked look on your face must have been amusing because Negan's guffaws soon filled the house at such a volume that you had to clasp your hand over his mouth to keep him from waking the kids.

The shock in his eyes made it hard not to laugh just as loudly, that was until he licked your palm. You jerked away from him, rubbing your hand on your pants. You glared at Negan as he chuckled.

“That was gross, you ass.” The scolding was halfhearted in the face of his smile. “Thank you for keeping them company while I was gone. I really appreciate it.”

“It's really no problem. They are important to you which makes them damn important to me.” Hr shrugged as if his words were just words, but you couldn't help but to think more of that statement than you probably should. Tears blurred your vision and slipped down your cheek, standing quickly to avoid your embarrassment, you began to walk back to the kitchen.

Negan walked around the couch to cut off your escape, his fingers cupped your cheek and he waited for you to meet his eyes.

You looked up at him and the affection in his eyes caused more tears to fall. He gently wiped them away with his thumbs, fingers grazed your jaw lightly as he stepped closer to your body. “You keep looking at me like that and I might get the wrong fucking idea darlin.”

You felt your face warm as his eyes grew hungry. Without a second thought, you rose up on your toes and captured his mouth with yours.

The kiss started soft, slowly heating until your blood boiled. His hands roamed over your body. One grazing down your throat as the other gripped your hip, pulling you flush against his hard body.

You reluctantly pulled away, needing to breath, but also needing to stop before this went too far, much to Negan's disappointment. “Fuck me! You can't just go and jump a man like that.”

Negan, taking deep breaths along with you, pulled you tighter to his body and slowly lowered his forehead down to yours.

You smiled at him, loosing a breathy chuckle. Your body was humming with a warmth you hadn't felt in years and it felt too good. “What's wrong? The all mighty Negan can't take the heat?”

The smirk that graced his lips was decidedly devious and before you knew it, you were being tossed over his shoulder. “Challenge fucking accepted [Y/N]. Just remember, you can't wake the kids.”

A quick smack to your bottom caused you to squeak and heat pooled in your gut. Negan quickly ascended the stairs and stalked to your bedroom. The quiet sound of your door shutting was followed by your body dropping onto the mattress in the center of the room and Negan stripping his shirt off over his head.

As he dropped his shirt, unceremoniously, onto the floor you knew this night would change everything for you both.

That night was one of the best things to happen since joining Alexandria. It was the start of one of the happiest times of your entire life. Negan filled your days with love and excitement. He filled a hole in your life that you had ignored for years and became a father to your kids in a way that their own father never was.

But, as with most things in this messed up world, happiness never lasts long.

[risingphoenix761]

2019 Writing Summary and 2020 Resolutions

I'm awake, I'm caffeinated, and I've got time on my hands! I'm also glad I kept track of all this in Docs, as it'll make things so much easier even if having the truth of my failures laid out in black and white was a tad painful

This will get lengthy, so let's throw in a Keep Reading bar...

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2019 Word Count

This time last year, I set out to write 100,000 words. I think I clocked in around 75k the year before, so I didn't think it would be that much harder to pop out that last 25k. Right? Right?? 😅

Final word count for 2019 was...

*drum roll*

64,014!

So...not quite what I was shooting for, but shit happens. I'd rather struggle to finish something I'm proud of than kill myself meeting the word count and produce garbage, so all's well that ends well.

2019 Writing Challenges

The thrill of victory! The agony of defeat! The satisfaction of learning one's limits and how to take them up a notch!

Annablack1102's Jeffery Dean Morgan Challenge - DEFEAT. I still owe her a John Winchester fic...

Letsby's Freestyle challenge - VICTORY! My Doc says I wrote three fics for this! *Snoopy cheer*

SPN Kink Bingo - 4/25. I'm not gonna sweat my progress on the bingos, as long as I got something on the board

SPN Fluff Bingo - 1/9. ......like I said, not gonna sweat it.

SPN Song Bingo - 2/16. Another two are current (ish) WIPs, so I did my best.

SPN Dark Bingo - 1/16. NOT GONNA SWEAT IT. I BLED FOR THAT ONE SQUARE.

SPN Rare Pair Bingo - 1/25. It is what it is.

SPN Poly Bingo - 0/25. DEFEAT.

Bamby0304’s Fourth Wall Smash - VICTORY!

SPN Trope Celebration - VICTORY! Technically. This was one of those learning experiences, and bless the mods who had to put up with me while I tried to avoid disaster.

Crowley Big Bang - VICTORY! Big fat victory! My favorite event of the year!

SPN Heaven and Hell Bingo - 4/25. A solid effort, all things considered.

Flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash's Negan Warm Weather Challenge - DEFEAT. Not counting this one out, though. I'll finish it come hell or high water.

Sam Winchester Bingo - 1/25. But I've got good prompts for future fics!

SPN ABO Bingo - 0/25. I....don't remember signing up for this...

Dean Winchester Bingo - 1/25. See Sam bingo about prompts!

Crispychrissy's Gif It To Me Challenge - VICTORY! One I'm pretty proud of!

Negan Bingo - 0/9. I've got several WIPs, but Supernatural owned my Muse this year.

SPN Dark Fic Bang - VICTORY! AND BET YOUR ASS IT WAS HARD EARNED!

SPN Swan Song Bingo - 2/15. I chose these prompts. In theory, this should have been easy!

Castiel Bingo - 1/25. More prompts for later?

SPN Classic Bingo - 1/16. It's fine.

Stusbunker's Break My Heart Challenge - DEFEAT. I still like the prompt, so....maybe a late gift fic?

SPN Rare Ship Creations Route 66 Challenge - DRAW. I finished one of my two prompts, but I'm not thrilled with it. The other is a WIP that has potential.

Crowley Bingo - 1/9. See Sam, Dean, and Castiel bingos!

Supernaturalnotcas's Prompt Challenge - DEFEAT. See Break My Heart challenge for good prompt, future fic.

Stu's Bad Smut Sprint - VICTORY! And I didn't see it coming!

Bethyl Smut Week - 0/7. I had honorable intentions, but I didn't even see the event was happening until it was in progress.

1000roughdrafts's Kink Poker - there's no deadline on this one, but I'm going for it this year!

SPN Trope Celebration Thanksgiving mini bang - DEFEAT. There goes one prompt that didn't get to fulfill its destiny...

SPN Trope Celebration Christmas mini bang - DRAW. Two prompts. One went up. The other was so close, and is now getting reworked into a New Year's fic

400 Follower Smut Fest - I took 13 fic ideas for this, and for now I'm not going to post any until they're all written, but that might change depending on circumstances...

2020 Resolutions

Let's pray I can rein in my chaotic impulses and NOT sign up for so much, for one thing. Also...

400 Follower Smut Fest - it WILL happen!

Achieve a bingo - I won't hold my breath for a blackout, but I'll be satisfied with this

Update ALL multi-chapter WIPs - even if it's just one chapter *side-eyes Warrior Shepherds*

WRITE MORE CROWLEY - the only resolution I feel confident keeping, tbh

Happy New Year! Time to write more stuff!

[petit-pois]

Of Coffees and Pastries

A/N: This is my entry for @ne-gans Lisa’s 4.5k Writing Challenge; congrats, babe! Prompt is Barista/Coffee shop AU. 

Characters: Negan/Reader

Words: 545-ish

Warnings: Language, smutty-ish in future chapters.

Summary: You work at a small coffee shop and Negan is a regular customer there. It’s getting harder and harder to resist to his advances...

Prologue

Working in a coffee shop wasn’t that bad an experience, all things considered.

As long as it’s not a franchised chain of restaurants, at least.

You worked at a small café that was kept open by a select and loyal clientele.  

There was Jenna, a single mother of two who came every Friday night: she’d leave her kids with a babysitter and study at the café. She always ordered a Vienna coffee with a cranberry scone.

Then there was Pierre, a French architect who was working on an ambitious project: the renovation of the local university’s Arts pavilion. He’d come every Tuesday and Thursday noon to zone out. He’d read, watch a soccer match, whatever he was in the mood for. He always ordered a long black.

And so, the list went on.

It was interesting, chatting with those trusted customers, checking in on them and developing a particular bond with them. Knowing so many people and being part of their routine made you feel happy and made you discover new perspectives on life.

One particularly windy evening, a very different perspective presented itself to the café.

Its name was Negan, as you’d come to know later.

He entered with the door noisily slammed shut by the intense wind, nose and cheeks red with the cold.

The first thing you noticed after his all black clothes aesthetic were his eyes. In the warm light of the shop, they looked even warmer.

“Fucking fall and its bullshit weather...whew!”, he muttered.

You were excited at the possibility of him becoming a regular: he seemed to be an exciting and intriguing fellow, in addition to his ruggedly handsome physique, lean but well-built.

He reached the counter in a few confident strides and shot you a charming and mischievous smile.

‘Dimples!’, you joyously thought.

You tried to seem as unaffected as you could:

“Hello, sir, how can I help you?”

“I hope you serve quality shit, because I came all the way from the other side of town—”

“Seriously? In this cold?”

“I take coffee almost as seriously as whiskey, darlin’”, he chuckled.

‘Does he call ‘darling’ every barista he meets or?...’

“Who recommended you the shop?”

“A buddy of mine, his name is Simon.”

“Impressive mustache Simon?”, you asked, surprised.

He laughed, deeply and good-naturedly.

“Yeah, pornstache Simon, you can fucking say it, it’s okay.”

“Well...” you guiltily cocked your head to the side.

You couldn’t help smiling, the guy had a way about him.

“He told me your macchiato was worth going all this fucking way for.”

“I really hope for my, his and your sake it is”, you nervously said.

“Meh, at least I’d have had a good fucking laugh at his damn expense.”

He took off his leather gloves and took out his wallet.

“Now, let’s get to the real shit: one tall macchiato with a bagel, please.”

“Macchiato’s on me. I’d hate for you to regret your trip.”

“Already offering me a drink? Well, who am I to refuse, right?”, he quipped with a wink.

‘Hot and witty, God, am I dreaming?’

You felt the heat come up to your cheeks, was this happening?

You had a feeling you’d be seeing him often and that your job was going to be even more fun than usual.

Tags:  @prettyepiic @blackleatherjacketz (i think you might be interested, if you don’t wanna be tagged, lemme know) 

holla at me if you want to be tagged in future chapters!

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

I was so tense when they went into the water!!! Should’ve known stud muffin Negan would come to the rescue XD When he said he had her and was going to get her safe I swooned. Coast Guard Negan isn’t something I considered before, but I sure am gonna be daydreaming about it now after reading this fic! Thank you so much for writing this!

Treacherous Water Rescues

Author's Note: This is for Ash and her Negan's Warm Weather Writing Challenge. The first of two Military Au's, it was what instantly popped into my head. I hope you enjoy! The other two are likely coming tomorrow since I just got to work.

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I slid my cash across the top of the bar and finished off the last of my last drink. Singular. One. Only one drink. It would be awhile before I had another. Jimmy cocked a brow, surprised at the amount I had left. I always left a generous tip but even that was a bit much for me. I jerked my thumb subtly in the direction of Negan. He nodded knowingly after a second and left it at that.

Negan was a member of the Coast Guard as a rescue swimmer. He was vital in a small fishing town like ours. He had saved a couple of the boys in the years he had been here. Even if he hadn’t, fisherman had a healthy respect for those that took the job. It wasn’t easy and their lives were on the line as much as ours were when they went out.

He caught me on the way out.

“Hey doll. Stay and have another.” I gave him a smile and shook my head.

“I would if I could. You know that. But I can’t. Gotta make some last second preparations before making sure everything is in our. You’re boys already gave us the clear. We are heading out tomorrow morning, early. Seasons starts at noon and we wanna be out on the ground when it officially opens.” He nodded once I explained the situation and looked a little less intent on keeping me around. This was my livelihood after all. He understood I needed this to keep a roof over my head.

“Well then...when are ya expecting to come in?”

“First offload is scheduled in a week. We have a larger quota this year so we are going to be out for a bit.” I knew that it was going to be a bit of a challenge for me and my crew but the larger payday was going to be well worth it.

“Let me know when you are back in dock.”

“I always do.” We had an odd relationship. I knew that. Everyone around us seemed to know that. He didn’t ask those sort of questions to the other women around. I had seen him looking, I wasn’t oblivious after all. But none of them seemed to get the concern that he gave me.

Nothing had ever gone further than a couple of shared drinks and home cooked meals. There was something there that we had been dancing around though. It was palpable between us. It wasn’t like others were blind to Negan. Just about every woman in town who wasn’t married drool over him. Hell, some married probably did too. They wanted what I had with him even if I didn’t have more than a steady companionship. Nothing else had ever come of it. Yet at least.

I gave him one more smile before heading out. I hadn’t been lying when I said I needed to get to the boat. My feet carried me down to the docks and onto my boat. Bait, gear, charts. Everything was gone over with a fine toothed comb. There would still be things that needed to be seen to in the morning but I felt better making sure all my ducks were in a row. The galley was cleaned and I stocked up on the last of our food and coffee.

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The season had not gone as well as hoped. We had met our quota so far but it was not without a lot of physical cost. We all shared some bangs and bruises. Those just came with the territory of being a fisherman. It was the more severe injuries that took their toll. I had gashed my arm pretty severe. It had taken forever to stop the bleeding and the boys wouldn’t suture it up for me. We lost almost two days of fishing having to head in for me to be sutured up and cleared. Then Scotty had nearly gotten caught in the lines of one of the pots that went overboard. He thankfully didn’t end up in the water but he was left with some nasty bruising on his ribs. After that, Charlie had bashed his head against the railing. He had come away with a wound to his head but it didn’t need to be sutured. Operations ground to a halt since it was just the four of us. He couldn’t manage the wheelhouse concussed and I couldn’t be out on deck helping the boys. Finally, Ryan had ended up breaking his leg. It was one nightmare after the next even though the fishing was good. We had some bad juju on the boat and none of us could figure out how to get rid of it. Ryan had to be offloaded back in town and the three of us left had to take on a greenhorn. We absolutely did not want to do it but it was the only way that we were going to be able to finish up the season and fully meet our quota.

I was in the galley, grabbing some shut eye when the alarm started screaming. The waters had been pretty violent but I had trusted Charlie at the wheel. I jolted awake and was on my feet running to the wheel house in seconds. Adrenaline rushed through me. When I arrived, I saw a panicked Charlie trying to correct the rolling that we were beginning to do. Shit, it wasn’t good. The boat pitched violently to port and I was tossed to the side. Landing hard against the side of the wheelhouse, I grunted and pushed myself back up.

We had to get the boat more settled in the choppy waters or we were going to capsize. I struggle to reach Charlie.

“Get the raft ready. Get your suit on and make sure Mark and Scotty have theirs own too.” I demanded as he slid from the chair. He was pale but nodded. My gut was telling me that we were not going to get out of this with the boat. Flipping over the radio, I sent out a distress call as my stomach rolled. I didn’t know if there was another boat in the area that would be able to do a damn thing for us. The Coast Guard would respond fast but would it be fast enough if we were in the water?

“This is the fishing vessel Chronicle. We are currently at 48° 45' 0.00" N and -128° 54' 0.00" W. We are capsizing and need rescue.” I repeated the message twice before the boat pitched violently again. I had no choice. I had to get the men off the ship. I grabbed my suit from it’s place under my seat and hauled ass towards deck. Charlie and Scotty had themselves and Mark in their suits and were getting the life raft ready. I quickly worked on getting into mine while they activated their EPIRBS.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were all in the water. The cold was a shock to the system even in the survival suit. The raft didn’t get too far from us and I saw three heads moving towards it. At least there was that small grace.

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It felt like hours. We were thrown back and forth in our tiny life raft, all tied together to make sure that no one got lost if we were turned over. The cold was brutal, our teeth chattering and the darkness setting in leaving us all with a sense of dread. Mark could barely handle it while the rest of us seasoned fishers were solemn. We couldn’t hear each other much over the crashing waves and roaring wind. Hope was fading fast that we would make it out of this situation alive.

Just as we were huddled close to begin a final prayer, a spot light hit us. Never had I felt more relief and joy in my damn life. Sure enough, above us was what looked like a Coast Guard helicopter. My men would go up first. That much was determined even if they wanted to protest.

I couldn’t see who it was that was lowered into the water to help us. It didn’t matter. They were our saving grace.

One by one, my crew was lifted above the helicopter. As the swimmer was lowered back down, the raft tipped over and I crashed into the water. Dark and churning waters combined with pure exhaustion and hypothermia left me disoriented. I didn’t know which way was up. I didn’t have a lot of fight left in me.

Just as I was giving in, just as I felt the fuzziness taking over my mind, I was pulled to the surface.

“Not gonna happen doll.” I knew that voice. I tried to move but my limbs felt like lead weights. “I got you. Gonna get you warmed up and safe.” I trusted him and let myself drift off.

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The first thing I really noticed was the insistent beeping. Steady and never ending. Groaning, I opened my eyes to be met with a bright white light. Was I dead?

“Fucking hell woman. I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up.” No, I didn’t think I was dead. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the lighting. Negan was sitting beside my bed, legs outstretched, looking exhausted but with a smile on his face. “Don’t ever fucking do that shit again. Do you fucking hear me? That’s the closest I’ve come to losing someone and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be you for my first.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead.

“Now, I need a fucking shower and shave.” He rubbed his cheek which had a noticeable five o’clock shadow bordering a stupply beard. My mind couldn’t quite catch up to what was happening. “You’re about to be fucked in the least pleasant way possible by docs and nurses in about three seconds. I’ll be back and we are going to have a serious chat.” He murmured before there was a rush into the room. I owed the man my life. It was going to take more than a couple of beers and some good food to make up for it. With the worried look he shot over his shoulder, I didn’t think I would have a hard time convincing him to allow me to do it.

[writingkeepsmewhole]

To Close

This is part 14 of A Touch. Reader and Negan grow closer as the days pass. Reader beginning to help Negan more and more. Her slowly realizing that she might be getting a little to close. 

Negan x Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of past rape, drinking.

Let me know if you wanna be tagged: @dead-head-joker @cryiner @collette04 @catlovescats @blumenkind72 @frozenhuntress67 @chloebabyboo @daddys-littlewhitegirl

Part 1 Part 13 

Over the span of the next few days I saw a different side of Nergan he was still a cocky flirty and made me want to smack him from time to time but he seemed to care about what I thought on things. It was like we saw a different side to each other. He knew about my past and I had a peak at his. We relaxed more around each other. I found myself spending more and more time with him. I was getting used to Simion and Arat. Me and Alexia was friends. I think me and Negan was as well as messed up as that might sound. I felt more comfortable with him then I have with anyone in a while. I felt safe with him. I found myself with I’m most of the day. Like I was his secretary.

That’s where I was now in his room sitting on his bed looking over the new shipment.

“What are you doing?” Negan’s smooth voice fills my ears.

“Going crazy.” I say smiling at him continuing my dancing.

“I believe it.” He says chuckling.

“This is a good song.” I say lifting the ipod he gave me. Lucky for me it was full of decent music.

Turning his chair away from his desk he got up and walked to me. Leaning down he takes the ear bud I offer him.

He puts it in his ear just as the second verse of Love You Like A Love Song Baby By Selena Gomez starts. I can’t help but blush realizing how the lyrics seem to fit my thoughts for Negan. He got under my skin in a good way. I don’t know how to explain it but he did.

“Not bad angel but it’s not really my type of music.” He says but not moving. Leaving us very close.

His hand was next to my thigh on the bed making him lean over me. His face only a few inches from mine the ear bud still placed in his ear as Criminal by Britney Spears started. He licks his bottom lip my eyes jumping to the movement. Reaching up he grabs my chin tilting my head back slightly. My heart speeds up and my hands get sweaty just as his mouth hovers over mine. In just a moment I would be kissing Negan but something in the back of my head makes me pull back. I didn’t want to be used or become a wife I couldn’t let myself get wrapped up in this, in him.

“Calendars.” I say earning a confused look from him as I break the silence ruining the moment.

“You asked me what you think would help things run smoother. Calendars. I made one for Rick’s wife back at the prison to keep track of stuff. I think if everyone had calendars we could keep track of what day we got a shipment in from one week to the next. Plus it would help with how people feel. They could feel more in control. Have birthdays or holidays even.”

“And how would we make them?” He asks moving to sit on the couch.

“That’s simple. At the prison I did it on one of the walls. I used a checkered blanket and a different pins to mark days and what day it was. But if you wanted to mass produce them we could make block calendars. A bit of paint and one bored could make a large amount easily.”

“And what year do you think we are in? Let alone the mouth.”

“Who says we have to do it the way things was before? Each season is roughly ninety days. So we give them two blocks to show days one threw ninety and another block for the season. Make sure everyone knows what day it is to write on their reports.”

“You think this will work?”

“I do.”

“How will we know when it’s the next season?”

“The plants around us tell, stars only some constellations are out in certain seasons. The weather. It’s not perfect but it’s something to get back to.”

“Damn darlin’ you really are something else. You write me down a plan I can give to the workers and I’ll be sure it’s done.” He says smiling.

“Okay.” I say happy Negan liked my plan.

“Now how about we finish this up?”

I nod and look back at the mess on the bed.

I don’t have time really pick back up where I started when a knock comes from the door.

“Come in.” Negan says taking his glasses off.

He always did that making me wonder if he didn’t want people to see him with them on.

The door opened revealing Frankie holding a basket.

“Am I interrupting?” She asks looking at me.

“Oh umm no sorry was just trying to help out.” I say feeling embarrassed.

Even though I knew me and Negan isn't anything I still felt like I was the one in the wrong when one of the wives caught me with him.

“I’ll clean up and be out of your hair.” I say as Frankie sets the basket down.

“What brings you here?” Negan asks standing up and walking to her.

“It’s our day to have lunch together remember?” She says it easy to pick up on her annoyed tone.

I quickly stack the notebooks and move to set them on Negan’s desk. I place the Ipod on the top and start heading towards the door.

“Angel.” Negan says making me stop and look at him.

I stand there as he picks up the ipod and hands it to me.

“This is a gift. You are meant to take it with you. Not unless you don’t like it. Is that it?” He says leaning down getting close to me.

Meeting Frankie’s eyes It hard to read what she is feeling or thinking but I doubt she happy about Negan giving me gifts.

“No I love it. Thank you.” I say blushing.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yes.” I say Negan’s eyes making my whole body warm. I felt like we were having a secret conversation only problem I didn’t know the code to understand what he was saying.

“Good. Have a good day Y/N.”

Nodding I quickly leave the room feeling confused and horny. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I head to one of the mess halls.

I haven't seen Mark in days I didn’t know what Negan said to him but he was keeping his distance. I felt more normal then I have in a while.

Closing my eyes I roll my neck it sore. Being bent over papers would do that to you.

When I bumped into someone I let out a noise when I hit the floor.

“Your still here?” Asks a voice I've only heard of a few times since I been here.

I look up seeing Dwight.

“Yeah? Why would I leave?”

“I guessed when the rat left he would have taken you. I guess he didn’t think much of you?”

“What are you talking?” I ask standing up.

“Daryl left or did Negan not tell you that?”

Feeling upset I try to walk around him feeling guilty for not thinking about Daryl.

“You can run from me but you can run away from the truth. Your just a lay to Negan nothing more. Your a whore.”

I stop in my tracks that word always getting to me. My parents called me that when I got pregnant. The Governor called me that as he rapped me. I would be damned before I let another man call me that again.

“I’m a whore?” I ask turning to face him.

“Funny you say that because last I checked? It was your wife fucking Negan to keep you alive. I work for my points. I don’t lay on my back.” I say my head snapping to the left when he smacks my cheek.

“Don’t talk about her!” He yells pointing at me.

“Don’t say her name again.” He say walking away from me.

It’s not until he is gone do I spit the blood out from where I bit my tongue.

I spend the rest of the day folding clothes it feeling nice to do something I was used to. The past few days cooped up in Negan’s room has made me miss the mindless washing, hanging, folding of laundry.

“Hey Y/N?” Alexia says walking up to me.

“Yes?” I ask looking up at her from sitting next to a bucket of water.

“How about after this you come with me back to my room?”

“I’m flattered but I’m straight.”

“Haha funny. Just because i’m bi don’t mean I want to fuck you.”

“Language.” I say us both laughing.

“No really I bought some wine and I refused to drink alone.”

“Oh I see how it is. You don’t want to sleep with me you just want to get me drunk?”

“Pretty much yeah. Is that a problem?”

“Not if me being a light weight ain't?”

“Nope that means you’ll have fun sooner.”

“Alright sounds good. Just come get me when your ready.”

“You got it.”

It’s sun down when I finish my last load. I walk into the shed fully aware the way I tense up and look around my shoulder the whole time I’m in there. I try to ignore the stain on the floor or the way my skin crawls. The feeling of Nick grinding on me fresh in my mind. That something I didn’t have with the Governor after that day I never had to go back to that place. I don’t know why Rick decided to burn it down but I was thankful I couldn’t go back. I would take only one place making me feel this way thank you.

“Hey.” I jump at the voice making me spin to face the door. Alexia standing there.

“You okay?”

“Fine. Ready to go?”

“You betcha.” She says swinging her arm and grinning making me roll my eyes and laugh.

I follow her to her room making me realize it’s only a hallway away from mine.

“Are we having a sleepover?” I ask when I walk in snacks and bottles of water sitting on the table.

“Yes and we can like talk about our crushes and braid each others hair.” She says making me laugh.

“No I figured we could relax tonight. Have a brake.”

“Your not dying are you?”

“No! What I can’t hang out with my best friend?”

“Aww I’m your best friend I’m gonna cry.” I say sitting on her bed holding my chest.

“Oh shut up. Yeah your my best friend the first one got eaten I need a back up.”

“You should get a back up for me just in case.”

“Why you plan on leaving?”

“Well ya know everyone hates me here.”

“No one hates you.” She says handing me a glass of wine and sitting across from me.

“The only people that like me are you and Negan. And I know Negan sees me more as a challenge to get in my pants then the fact he enjoys being around me.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Have you seen his wives? Why would he bother with me?”

“Did you ever think he likes you.”

“Guys like him don’t like girls like me.” I say drinking the sharp liquid running down my throat.

“I think you are wrong about that. Negan doesn't let his wives do half the stuff you do with him”

“I have to work unlike them.”

“Not that. He took you on a run alone. He asks to spend time with you and you don’t have sex and the biggest one of all you sleep in his room.”

“It’s only when-”

“Nope you can’t change my mind. Negan likes you. Probably because your so stubborn.”

“Hey.” I say pushing her arm making he laugh.

“Trust me I've been around Negan long enough to know when he likes someone.”

“Have you had sex with him?” I ask curious and nervous at her answer.

Was I jealous about the thought of her sleeping with him?

“Eww no I’m not into the whole older man thing.”

“You act like he’s eighty.”

“Hey you do you. I’m just saying I like em more my age.”

I roll my eyes and sip at my drink.

“It’s weird huh? We don’t really know how old we are. I mean not really.”

“Yeah but I never liked my birthday.” I say earning a weird look.

“How could you not like your birthday?”

“It was just another day that proved my parents liked me when eyes were looking but the rest of the time I was shipped off with a nanny or after I got older left alone. I don’t know. I messed up childhood. Being rich ain't what most people think.”

“Wow I see it now.”

“What?” I ask looking at her taking a drink.

“Well we all know about Negan being crazy but your messed up too. Your both so fucked up you have to go together. There is no one else to match you with.”

“Match me with? What are you saying Negan is my one and only?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Besides your eye color and cute nose missed with his dark hared would make the cutest babies.”

Laughing I shake my head.

“I think your drunk.”

“Oh my gosh I have an idea.”

“Do tell.” I say finishing my drink and getting up to pour me another.

“You know about the bar here right?”

“There is a bar?”

“Yeah a lot of guys go there in the evenings to wind down. I say we get changed and go there and get us a nice body to lay with tonight.”

“Okay that sounded gross and I’m not really up to sleeping with a stranger tonight. I umm….”

“Oh right... “ She says biting her lip.

“Hey don’t worry about it. It sounds fun.” I say trying not to kill the night.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I can be your wing man, or woman.” I say laughing.

“Awesome. Let's get ready!” She says grinning.

I get the feeling tonight was gonna go one or two days. Extremely well or all hell was gonna break loose.

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Snowglobes

Negan x Reader

Summary: Negan catches you sneaking out in the middle of the night right before leaving. Together you take him to a special place of yours...

Warnings: mild smut, fluff, language

A/N: Happy Holidays everybody! That is my part for @thewalkingdead-imagines “Negan’s winter writing challenge“. I had the prompts :

8.“You’re warm…you’re like my personal heater”  and

17.“Shit, the car’s stuck in the snow.”

was fun to participate in this, hope you like it :)

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Tip toeing out of the bed and into the bathroom you wanted to take a quick shower before you would sneak out. Negan still slept peacefully in your bed, it’s just past midnight but you couldn’t keep your feet still, especially since it started snowing just hours ago. Sadly christmas or any other holiday doesn’t get really celebrated in the sanctuary cause well nobody really knew which time it was exactly but is was and always will be a special day for you. Not just that you loved the snow, the decorations, cookies and presents but you also remembered back to where the world didn’t took this shitty turn, you would drive a whole day back into your hometown to visit your mom.

Together you would go to this one christmas store that is normally and for also some weird reason opened the whole year, it decorated and looked like the inside of Santa’s mind. It also sells fresh baked cookies and christmas decorations. At first you just went in there because out of interest and fun but mainly because you couldn’t afford christmas like everyone else with all the decorations, a family diner, opening presents or let alone buying a tree.

You had a single mom and she gave her best to get you to the college which was expensive and far away while she worked three jobs you also did two jobs besides studying so you didn’t have time nor money. She was your hero and besides all of that stress you took one free day every year on Christmas to visit your mom and visit that store with her, every since you started that tradition she would buy you a snowglobe. Each time a different one.  After the dead started rising you lost it all, Christmas, your snowglobes, that store and also right at the begging your mom too. So this Christmas or rather as soon as it looked like december or winter outside you would go and visit this store again, no matter what.

A quick shower helped a lot with the exhaustion and after dressing yourself warm enough for the cold outside. You slowly and as careful as possible moved out of the room, seeing Negan luckily still sprawled out in the bed, hugging a pillow instead of you. He wouldn’t even notice that’s how fast you would be back again. With the key to one of the cars outside you stole or how you would like to call it borrowed it for just a few hours. Opening the backdoor leading to the gates and your waiting car you got greeted with the cold weather letting shivers run down your back. The groaning of the walkers that secured the front part of the sanctuary almost couldn’t be heard back there. Snow still fell from the sky, the layers just growing with each passing minute almost too deep to even drive but that was probably your only chance to go.

For once everything didn’t look like apocalypse, gray and bland. It looked like a normal day again, you would love to just let yourself fall into the snow and watch the snow falling down but not now you had to tell yourself and let yourself fall into the driver’s seat and trying to get this thing started. It started rattling and giving strange noises as you turned the key a few time.Cursing loudly you tried again and again, luck seemed to be on your side finally as the car finally started with a louder noise. Hopefully it wouldn’t just break apart the way it sounded. Just as you wanted to start your little road trip you heard the passengers door being opened, already reaching for the knife tugged into your belt you stopped yourself as you heard the familiar voice. Sighing deeply you let your hands fall on your side, closing your eyes and leaning against the seat waiting for what is about to happen.

“Holy fuck (Y/N)! Where did you decided to take off to in the middle of the night princess?” Negan spoke letting the door fall shut as he turned to you waiting for a response.

Opening your eyes again, still staring out of the window that is slowly getting covered in snow. You were not going anywhere now or maybe ever again.

“I’ll just go ahead and guess that I’ll be going anywhere anymore” you replied firmly not even wanting to look to his direction. You weren’t scared of him or anything like that, maybe that was also the reason why he like you so much or why you ended up in that complicated relationship with him but that’s a different story. Disappointed and sad, that’s how you felt right now and you weren’t up for a lecture from him or anything like this.

“Never said that. Just wanted to know why I had the great pleasure to wake up in the middle of the night seeing my girl sneaking out of the room which made me having to drag my ass out in the cold” he raised his voice slightly letting you glue to the spot. Besides that you had to bite your lip from grinning since he never called you ‘his girl’.

“I needed to go somewhere and you wouldn’t even had noticed that I am gone because it wouldn’t take that long and I would be back in no time so I decided to do that in the middle of the night cause I didn’t wanted to bother or stress you out with this or even take the chance for you to keep an eye out after me. Also you probably-” you started and the words started floating out of you but before you would talk any fast or get a asthma attack Negan stopped you.

“Woah, Woah! Calm down okay. Where did you wanted to go?” he said and you knew in  the way he acted right now was only due the exhaustion and if he wouldn’t be that tired the whole situation could have turned out way different than that.

“- Oh wait. Is it about this christmas store again?” he added yawning. That he even remembered that impressed you even tho you didn’t told him the whole truth last year. Only thing you told him was that you wanted to go there and get something for the kids which was a good excuse since not much of them even knew what Christmas was like or just celebrating holidays.

“Please just me go Negan! I’ll be back in maybe an hour or two maximum. I promise I won’t run away because why even should I ? That’s my home and I don’t have anything besides that and I came back the last time too!” you brought up the best you could also adding your best puppy eye look to him. You proved your trust the last time as you walked all the way back from Alexandria, where Dwight just tried to kill you, to the Sanctuary.

“God damnit women. Okay let’s go” Negan sighed out and put his seatbelt on. Not that you expected him to just let you go out there alone but you also didn’t really think that he would come along or that you would still get to drive in this night.

“Really?..-like are you serious or is this a trick?” you asked, needing the reassurance that you heard that correctly.

“Fuck yeah so you better start driving before I’ll change my mind” Negan chuckled and put his hands into the pockets of his Jacket. You had to bite your lip from squealing as you turned the key again and drove without further failures out of the sanctuary. A bit more careful you drove through the snow and ice that was underneath. The wind also got stronger, with every mile you would probably drive right into a blizzard the way the weather changed so suddenly.

Eventually you saw some familiar looking streets and places you haven’t seen in decades which made you bit a emotional to think back to the ‘good old days’ but you are good at hiding your feelings anyways. Pulling up into the parking lot and from what you saw so far didn’t look to bad, pretty much untouched besides that it could also be worse inside.

“That’s it? Sorry Darling but I am kinda disappointed. You described it like a Christmas on crack” he said destroying right away the little hope and nostalgic feeling that you had left. Shaking your head at him you stepped outside, the snow coating you right away and the freezing cold let a shiver run down your body. Wiping away the frost and dirt on the front window of the store you tried to see what is going on outside but so far nothing, it was still to dark, turning around you saw Negan raising Lucille and just in time you stepped to him and held his wrist back.

“Wait!” you said and let go again, turning to the door you tried to open it like a normal human being first.

It wasn’t locked so you held the door open for him and just gave him a look.

“It’s a christmas miracle” he laughed out loud and spread his arms, swinging the bat while taking a look.

Stepping inside after him you took a look for yourself and the luck seemed to has left you. Obviously it changed but you didn’t quite think it would be this run over. Shelves are thrown over and mostly empty, what is left over seemed to be broken or destroyed just like the furniture and the small bar where they would sell hot chocolate and other bakeries. Walking past the shelves that used to be stocked with decorations you walked to the corner of the shop where you would used sit with your mom every year. Right at a wide window you saw the red velvet couch still standing there, almost like nothing happened. Taking a seat you smiled and remembered  your mom, feeling bad because over the all the time you are slowly forgetting her voice and how she looked, all the small things. Sometimes you would love to go back to your moms house or your College room where you had everything left behind.

“Not what you expected huh?” Negan appeared suddenly letting your head snap up to him.

You chuckled, it was almost ridiculous.

“Well I don’t really know what I expected at all..” you leaned onto your knees, with your face in your hands just spacing this all out.

“You care to share the story behind this? cause it can’t be just that you wanted to celebrate Christmas for the kids back home” he called you out, feeling the space besides you shift you looked up to him.

“-and don’t come up with this ‘I love christmas’ bullshit” he added.

Last year you told him that you wanted to go there to show the kids what Christmas is supposed to look like since not much really even knew what that was but he didn’t let you back then, another reason why you were so surprised that actually joined you now. Besides that you talked about it a lot.

“My mom and I used to come here every year because we couldn’t afford Christmas or anything like this so we met here halfway from my college and halfway from her apartment and she would buy me one of those beautiful snow globes. Each year a different one”

You smiled sadly. No one really knew about this story until now and you also didn’t like to share this personal stuff, things like your mom. But lying to Negan or keeping this a secret after he told you everything about Lucille and him wasn’t really something you wanted to do. You trust him after everything that had happened between the two of you in all those years.

“Then I think I picked the right one for ya” Negan said and showed you what he had in his hand that he had behind his back the whole time.

“a snowglobe..” you smiled and wanted to see what’s inside, letting out a chuckle loudly. The gift couldn’t be more Negan. Inside was a barely dressed woman dancing on the north pole with elves surrounding her.

“I didn’t tell you the story before did I?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nope. Just had luck” he said popping the p, shrugging with his shoulders innocently as he stood up again, ready to leave. One last look at the snowglobe you laid it on one of the shelves that weren’t broken.

“You don’t like it?” he asked and you saw his smile dropping as you turned back to him smirking at him.

“Just wanna thank you” you simply said and flung your arms around his neck letting your lips meet in a passionate kiss which he returned soon after you catched him off guard.

Your hands wandered to his neck as you played with his hair. Heavy breaths and huffs left your lips as he moaned loudly trying to get you closer to his body, his hands wandering all over your body ending on your waist and ass. You knew what kinda effect you had on him especially after he pulled one of your legs around his waist and your lower body even more to his erection. He patted your upper thigh wanting you to jump up into his arms but you pulled away trying to catch your breath again, your foreheads still leaning against each other. You had your eyes still closed as you heard him just mumble a quiet “damn”

A moment later he tried to lean in again but you wriggled out of his grip.

“We can continue that later” you pecked him shortly, grabbed the globe from the shelf and disappeared through the door again.

The blizzard outside was still going wild.

Reaching for the door handle Negan beat you to it coming up from behind.

“Let me drive back” he suggested and you just shrugged getting into the passengers side this time happy not to have to drive at this weather what reached its maximum on your way back home. Barely you could see something on the streets..hell you couldn’t even see the street.

Nothing besides snow until something dark appeared out of nowhere, you weren’t so fast to react that Negan tried to avoid hitting that thing which you believed was a walker. The car slid across the snow until it came to an abrupt stop. You almost saw your life flashing in front of your eyes as you steadied your breathing again.

As he tried to start driving again you heard the wheels just sliding, the car still not moving.

“Shit, the car is stuck in the snow” Negan cursed out loud trying to give as much gas as possible but there was no use. All you could do now was wait til the blizzard is over or someone finds you. He went to open the door but this wasn’t up for discussion so you stopped him by holding onto his arm.

“You are not going out of there” you exclaimed as he furrowed his brows at you.

“Calm down princess, I’ll be fucking fine.” he replied and tried again but you didn’t let go of again, shaking your head at him.

“We stay here til this is over and the way it looks right now it will take a few hours” you pointed out the window that started to fill with layers of snow.

“-that’s final.” you said firmly and let go of his arm.

“Fine, whatever. Scoot over then” he ordered and unbuckled himself while taking off his jacket.

“What?..Why?” you asked confused, maybe even thinking he would wanted to continue what you started earlier.

“I am fucking tired and I think you’re too” he climbed over to onto your seat just doing it rather you liked it or not, The car didn’t have a back seat otherwise you would slept there but that had to be enough right now. Negan’s incredibly large figure took most of the space while you tried to make yourself as small as possible.

You practically laid half on top of him, but that wasn’t new to both of you. With his jacket that he draped over you and him besides you it got immediately warmer letting you feel the exhaustion of not sleeping for more than twenty-four hours. You laid your head right on his chest, hearing his heartbeat through his sweater that dulled you almost back to sleep.

“You’re warm… you’re like my personal heater” you let out a content hum and snuggled closer to him. Negan chuckled letting you feel the vibration beneath you.

“You’re warm too” he mumbled, he replied noticeable just as tired as you are. Before you could sleep you wanted get something off of your chest.

“Thank you by the way, for the snowglobe and going back there and all” you whispered not even knowing if he was already asleep or still awake.

“You can thank me when we are home” he said and you knew he smirked, letting the heat rush to your cheeks which he thankfully couldn’t see right now. “Oh I will” you giggled and closed your eyes again. The last thing you remembered was him kissing your forehead and saying:

“Merry Christmas (Y/N)”

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Like Father, Like Daughter (Negan/BlakeAU) Chapter Six

Three chapters in three days! Whoo! I am loving every second writing this story! Hope you lovely people like it too! ❤️

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Chapter Six...

The figure came at her with no warning, decaying hands wrapping around her shoulders; dragging her down to the floor. The walker growling and snarling, its foul breath mere inches away from Mia’s face. It’s broken snapping teeth desperate to tear flesh and blood. The girl thrashed under the dead woman’s weight that tightly pinned her down, her hand twisting by her side trying so hard to reach the knife on her belt. But the more the girl moved, the more aggressive and harsh the walker’s attempts to bite her were. 

It’s grey decaying skin slid away from it’s bones as Mia dug her knee into it’s stomach to push it away. The cold lifeless look in it’s grey clouded eyes boring into hers; its need to feed becoming more greater by the second. 

Mia’s heart was pounding in her chest; her breath short, the more she panicked. She was quickly loosing grip and in a matter of seconds; the dead woman would be on her. The girl could practically already feel it’s jaw clamping around her neck tearing away the flesh as the warm pool of her own blood flooded to the ground. 

She snapped her eyes closed, readying herself for the bite...preparing herself to die. 

But nothing happened. She flinched at the sound of a distant gunshot, the walker’s brain matter splattering across her, as the flying bullet found its target. Striking the walker dead on top of her. The warm goo and bloody ooze making her gag. 

Mia wasted no time rolling the body away from her, sitting up and spitting away the bile that was building in her throat. Before swiftly turning back; wiping her mouth clean with the back of her arm. 

“Hey...You okay?” A calm voice asked.

Looking up, Mia narrowed her eyes against the sun’s hot rays filtering in through the trees, to get a better look at the tall figure standing before her. 

A boy, tall. Dark hair, not much older than her. Perhaps twenty, twenty-one years old at the most. He looked down at her with a kind smile, leaning down and holding out his hand to help her to her feet. 

“Jesus...that was a close one huh? Good thing I passed when I did, cause I’m pretty sure you’d be walker breakfast right about now.” He joked. But Mia was not impressed.

“Why the hell did you do that?!” She demanded. “I was fine on my own!”

The boy scoffed at Mia’s words, a smug grin widening across his face as he stood with crossed arms.

“Really? Because from where I was stood, it looked like you were struggling. But hey! Don’t thank me or anything...I did just save your life. No big deal!” He shrugged.

Mia rolled her eyes. There was no way in hell she was thanking him for something she clearly could have take care of herself. Though she couldn’t help but think back to the feeling of its teeth a mere breath away. And the faint sound her mother in her head scolding her for being so stubborn. But she didn’t know this boy. Didn’t know where he’d come from. Or why he was out in the woods alone. He could easily be a threat. Kill her for her weapons and supplies, no matter how little she had. 

Her father had often warned her of such men in the woods. That would kill innocent travelers or settlers looking for a place to stay; for their food, weapons, various others supplies. Hell, she’d even heard they’d sometimes take the very clothes their victims wore. And no show no single sign of remorse.

She couldn’t take that chance with this boy now, even if he had saved her life. 

“I don’t have time for this...I gotta get back.” She growled, not even waiting for the boy’s reply as she turned and began to walk away.

“You sure it’s a good idea idea to go alone? I mean you suck at tracking!”

Mia froze in place at his words. Eyes wide at the nerve of this guy, saving her life only to insult her seconds later. She turned to face him and instantly wanted to punch the smug grin off his stupid face. Her blood already slowly beginning to boil.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” She snapped.

The boy slowly approached her, his stride strong and way too over confident. Taking a second to holster his gun by his belt, wearing the same grin Mia was really starting to dislike. 

“Well...not to sound creepy or anything because I swear it wasn’t like that.” He started and Mia already didn’t like what she was hearing. “But I’ve seen you most of the morning, clearing trying to get back somewhere. Thing is, for the past hour, you’ve been following your own tracks. You passed that same tree over there; twice already.” 

Mia looked to the tree he pointed to. It’s odd shaped limbs familiar before glancing down at her feet, the foot prints in the dirt, scuffled and clear. Her blue orbs following every step until she realized...that she had in fact been walking in circles.

“Well...shit.” She cursed, earning a snorted chuckle from the boy. To which Mia scowled with a hard glare sent his way. “Alright then stranger, if you’re so much better, then I guess you can take me back to the abandoned town on the outskirts and get me the hell out of this damn forest.” 

He smirked at her reluctant defeat, letting his arms fall from his chest, walking along the faded path, strolling casually passed Mia.

“Alright then, since you asked so politely. And clearly have no idea where you’re going. I’m sure I can be a gentleman and help a lady in need.” Mia rolled her eyes again as he took the lead. “I’m Joel by the way.”

Mia nodded and looked towards Joel as her eyes leveled with the back of his head.

“Mia.” 

“Well Mia...” He paused to say as he slowed his pace, falling in line with her. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

Mia hummed unenthusiastically as the two walked silently. She was by no means grateful for the boy’s help but she wasn’t looking to make friends. The only thing she cared about was getting back to her dad and making sure he was okay. 

Joel stole the occasional glance as they walked, every time thinking Mia hadn’t noticed. But the boy wasn’t subtle. Opening and closing his mouth several times as though he wanted to say something, only to decide against it seconds later.

“Soooo...” Joel uttered. “Mind telling me why you’re heading to this town? I mean it’s abandoned for a reason. There’s nothing left there for anyone.” 

Mia thought about telling him. But if this boy happened to be from a settlement her father controlled, she could only guess how things would end for her. 

She loved her father unconditionally, but also knew well enough that Negan had enemies and some would use any chance to get back at him or challenge him in his reign over so many communities. She couldn’t take the chance. So chose to stay silent. A choice that didn’t go unnoticed by Joel. A small laugh huffing from his nose.

“Okay Blondie, don’t tell me. It’s cool. Just making conversation.” He shrugged. Leaving Mia with a sigh of relief. For the boy could clearly tell that she didn’t want to talk about her past or reasons for going to the town. And she was thankful when he didn’t push the subject again, instead staying silent for the remainder of their short albeit tiring journey.

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After a few hours of burning daylight; the two finally reached the outskirts of the town. 

But when they reached the row of ransacked stores, Mia’s heart sank. 

Her father was gone and so were his trucks and men. She was too late, he’d gone to search for her and there was no way of knowing which direction he’d gone. 

Walking down the broken sidewalk; she ignored the bodies littering the floor; both walkers and dead Saviours alike. Pretending not to hear when Joel commented on the remains not far behind her.

It was hopeless. Trying to find her father was near impossible, especially if they both kept moving in the effort to find one another. Mia knew she only had one option left. And that was to head back to the Sanctuary. 

The only problem was, they were miles out. And it had already taken a day and a half to get where she was driving. It would easily take twice as long to get back on foot. And that was without taking into account the weather, walkers, lack of food and water; plus everything else in between that would no doubt delay her journey.

But it was the only chance she had left. 

She stepped into the derelict store, boots crunching the glass of the broken window. Still feeling the essence of her father’s presence from being here with him before. Her heart aching at the thought of never seeing him again.

Her blue eyes wandered around the area, taking in the peaceful silence. That was quickly broken by the sudden faint sound of a static buzz. 

Mia quickly snapped into action following the sound that led her behind the store’s counter. And there by the busted register was her father’s radio. Grabbing the small device, she quickly held it to her lips, slender fingers pushing down on the speaker button.

“Dad?...Dad can you hear me? It’s Mia...” She waited with bated breath for a reply, for the radio to come to life with any sounds at all. But she was met with silence as the radio went dead. Cursing under her breath as she slammed the small device against the counter top, smashing it to pieces.

“I take it whoever you’re looking for isn’t here? Although they left a hell of a mess outside.” Joel commented as he came to stand by the counter. His smile instantly fading when he saw the sadness in Mia’s eyes.

“They’re gone. I missed them, probably left hours ago by now.” The teen sighed. “I need to get home. But I have no idea how to get back from here.”

Joel smiled, leaning forward on his elbows looking up at the girl through bright brown eyes.

“Well, my’lady...its a good thing you’re travelling with an excellent tracker than isn’t it? I’ve never used a map in my life. My mind has a built-in GPS, I always know where I’m going.” He joked gently tapping his temple as Mia fought back a smile.

Though it was short-lived when the boy then asked her where she lived. She couldn’t tell him she was from the Sanctuary. It was too risky, she needed to think of something else. Maybe an Outpost? No, he’d still know she worked with the Saviours.

Maybe a nearby farm? But she had no idea if there were any properties near the Sanctuary. 

Then she remembered; the tire tracks, maybe she could follow the trucks tire tracks and lost the boy before he realized where she actually lived. It was a long shot but worth a try.

“It’s a small settlement, about a day and a half drive from here. Out west I think.” She lied, hoping he wouldn’t press for more information. Thankfully he didn’t as he nodded kindly before heading towards the doorway. 

“No problem Blondie, we will get you home in no time!” He grinned. “Just hope o’l Rick doesn’t kick my ass for being late back from my run.” 

It was a quiet utter under Joel’s breath as he said it but Mia heard every word and her blood ran cold. Rick?! Rick Grimes?! He was from Alexandria?!

She moved quickly and quietly, slipping behind Joel, before twisting his arm back; pinning him to the wall, drawing her hunting knife from her belt and pressing it to his neck.

“What the hell?!”

“YOU’RE FROM ALEXANDRIA?!” She roared in his face, the boy wincing at the blade piercing his skin. 

“I am yes. And clearly that offends you for some reason...what the fuck is your problem Blondie?!”

Mia glared daggers at him, nostrils flared in anger. It all made sense now, why he’d been following her. Why he’d helped her in the first place. So he could gain her trust and deliver her straight to Rick, that would undoubtedly use her in some twisted plan to negotiate with her father. 

She felt foolish for not seeing it before. But this Joel had been mighty convincing with his fake ‘kind-hearted gentleman’ act. 

“Did Rick send you after me huh? Because if he’s planning another ridiculous coup against my father, he’s got another thing coming!” She spat, her every word burning with hate and venom. 

Joel looked at her with wide eyes, mouth gasping at the air like a fish; drowning out of water. The confusion weighing heavily on his narrowed brows.

“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about!” He insisted. “What does this have to do with Rick and your dad? Is that who you’re looking for? Your dad?”

Mia didn’t answer, her blade only pushing deeper into his throat. The tip puncturing the skin as a small sliver of blood ran down his neck.

“Why would Rick want to do anything against your dad...” Mia saw the light glow in his eyes as the realization hit him. “Wait...the dead guys outside, those are Saviors aren’t they? Holy shit! You’re Negan’s kid!”

The girl scoffed at his act, it was convincing, she’d give him that. But she wasn’t about to let her guard down for even a second.

“Oh drop the innocent act! Like you didn’t know who I was!”

“I didn’t. Believe me Blondie, if I had; I probably would’ve let that walker eat you!” He smirked. But Mia didn’t find this amusing. Not at all.

“Look...Mia. I’m sorry if you thought I was a threat in any way. But the truth is, I do just want to help you.” He explained, using his free hand to usher away the blade to his neck.

“I promised I’d help you get home. Call me old fashioned but I believe that when you make a promise to someone; you keep it. Regardless of where you’re from.” Mia wasn’t sure if Joel was being sincere but the look in his eyes almost seemed genuine. Maybe he did just want to help her. She took a reluctant step back, loosening the pressure on her blade.

“How do I know that I can trust you?” She challenged. 

“You don’t.” He shrugged. “But we both know I’m the only hope you have of getting back. Tell ya what; how about I get you home, in one piece. Then I head back to Alexandria. We part ways, and don’t tell anyone we saw each other. That way neither of our people are at risk.”

Mia thought his offer through. As much as she didn’t like the idea of traveling with an Alexandrian; he had a point. He was the only one would could get her home. And she wanted that more than anything.  

“So what do you say Blondie, we got a deal?” Mia glanced down at his out stretched hand, her mind racing. 

He was her only way of getting home. Of seeing her family again. She didn’t have another choice. 

And so with a reluctant smile and trembling hand, she slowly placed her own his his. 

“Deal.” She agreed shaking his hand. The deal was made and there was no going back now. Mia just hoped she wouldn’t regret it later.

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Omg, I LOVED their witty sexy banter in the beginning! This also made me wonder what would’ve happened if Negan had been around when Rick and the gang had to deal with the Governor. Oh man, would those two butt heads!

And the smut! Dear lord *fans self* That was hot! Loved the orgasm-inducing pussy slap lol! Thank you so much for contributing this fantastic fic to the challenge! 😍

Life In The Fast Lane

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader

 Rating: Explicit, NSFW

 Warnings: Language, daddy kink, unprotected sex, car sex, vaginal sex, mild rough sex, hair pulling (mild), biting (mild), mention of bodily fluids

 Summary: You and Negan decide to head south when things take a turn, threatening both of your lives.

 A/N: This is for Negan’s Warm Weather Writing Challenge hosted by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash. I chose the prompt road trip. I’ve had this planned for months, but it was definitely not cooperating when it came time to type up. I really took it down to the wire with this, but I finished it in time so YAY! The title is from the Eagles song, which gave me the inspiration for this piece. And the lyrics in the beginning are from another Eagles song called “One of these nights”. I don’t know what it is, but I feel like Negan would definitely be into some Eagles. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and let me know what you think!

PS-Tense is a real fucking bitch.

  One of these nights

 One of these crazy old nights

 We’re gonna find out, pretty mama,

 What turns on your lights

 Music is playing softly from the other room as you apply the last of your makeup. Your eyes scan the planes of your perfectly made-up face, ensuring not an eyelash is out of place. The strands of your impeccably styled hair shine in the light of the vanity. Your gaze continues to your carefully crafted outfit. The white sleeveless dress and open-toed nude heels make for a powerful combination. You finish off the look with the pair of diamond studs that had recently been gifted to you. You admire them lovingly in the reflective glass, smiling at the way they glint in the light.

 Every detail is a part of a bigger plan. There are a lot of eyes watching you now and you have to be careful about how you portray yourself. Your life depends on it. And you had no problem playing the part. You were more than willing to sell the picture of luxury.

 The opening and closing of the hotel room door makes you smile, the identity of the visitor already known. You continue to fuss with your appearance, standing to appraise the full ensemble.

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A warm winter - (Daryl x Reader)

Just a little Christmas fluff ♥

I wanted to post something, since It’s taking me forever on writing my Negan x Reader

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL MISTAKES.

The cold weather didn’t bother  Daryl while he rode his bike toward Alexandria’s gates.

The frigid wind that hit his skin didn’t distract the brown haired man from his deep thoughts.

It’s almost Christmas time, and that day he had a big fight with you.

The way your smile disappeared from your beautiful face and the sadness on your (y/c) eyes when he told you  that in a world like this, there’s no time thinking about a festivity that belong to the old world.

The last straw happened this morning, when he woke up to the house all decorated for Christmas.

He didn’t know why he felt so angry about that, maybe because when he was a child he never celebrated an happy Christmas.

The only memory he has of that day was his father hitting his older brother just because he bought a gift for him, considering it a waste of money.

After that, he needed some time alone and riding along the silent road seemed a good idea at the beginning.

However, more time he spent by himself, more he wanted to punch himself.

Christmas was an important tradition for you, full of happy memories and quality time spent with your loved ones, and when you wanted to share this happiness with him, he just growled nonsenses at you.

“Christmas is one of the few days when I can allow myself to forget about my family being gone and remember how the world was before everything went to shit, why you can’t understand that, Daryl?”

He was such an asshole and he needed to tell you how sorry he was for hurting you.

Speeding up on the road, he finally reach Alexandria safe zone.

He ignored Abraham’s silly remarks and Rick’s worried face, the only thing on his mind was making up with you.

When he finally parked his bike, he stopped for a moment outside your shared house, looking at you through the big living room’s window.

You were doing a silly dance, moving toward different rooms, decorating the house with Christmas themed decorations.

You decided that your grumpy boyfriend wouldn’t ruin your mood, so you put on the stereo some Christmas songs and enjoy yourself, completely oblivious that a certain someone was staring at you with a little smile on his handsome features.

Daryl finds you so cute jumping around dressed in an oversized sweater, your long (h/c) tresses were up into a messy bun  that was moving up and down following your movements.

In that moment he realized that it was the first winter you both spent into a proper home and you see this as a possibility to live a normal life…as normal as could be living into a world full of men eater zombies.

All the time he needed you, you were by his side so, it’s time to repay you for your kindness and patience.

You were so into the music that, when you felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around your hips, you let out a high pitched squeal.

Your (e/c) hues met the light blue ones of your boyfriend that, surprisingly, was smiling down at you.

Without giving you time to ask him why he was in a good mood after what happened between the two of you, he brought your left hand onto his right shoulder, his other hand took your smaller one and started to move both of you to the rhythm of “Santa Claus is coming to town”.

At first you were completely speechless, but soon you both started to laugh loudly while you were dancing around the living room.

Suddenly Daryl took you up and twirled you around until he came to a stop; but instead of putting you down, he brought your face toward his giving you a sweet loving kiss.

You both separated when the need of breath became stronger.

“(Y/n)…I know I was an asshole, you didn’t do anything wrong”

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, you brought both of your hands on his face.

“It’s okay love. I know that your past is painful and you’ve never had an happy Christmas…I just wanted to show why it means a lot to me, spending an happy Christmas with you”.

Smiling down at you, he gave you a quick peck on your soft lips, before resuming dancing with you pressed against his chest.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck while a slow version of “All I want for Christmas is you”.

“I didn’t know you were a good dancer Daryl” “You better keep this to yourself sunshine, this is a side of me that only you can see…speaking of which, there’s a side of you that I really want to see at the moment”

He gave your butt an hard squeeze, making you moan.

“Oh really? Well, you can have it if you catch me”

You quickly move away from his broad chest, running up the stairs laughing like a child.

Watching your retreating form, he couldn’t help but grin: “Challenge accepted sunshine”.

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