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Another Chance
Request: Hi there, I recently discovered your blog and I love your stories. I was wondering if you could do one where Negan visits Alexandria and while walking around he hears a woman singing like ‘In the arms of the angels’ or something like that. He finds her working in the gardens and is so mesmerized by her singing that he wants to take her back to the sanctuary. I’ll let you take it from there but maybe some light smut?😁. Thank you - @lokis-imaginary-friend (won’t let me tag.. so please tag them if you can so they can know this is done)
A/N: Sorry this took so long to do! Also, if you can please tag the requester, because I can’t and I really want them to see this! Hope you enjoy! Leave feeback! Sorry for the big gifs, but oh well!
Word count: 1.6kish
“What the fuck is this shit, Rick?” Negan asked staring at the curly headed man before him. “I give you two damn weeks to find me some good hit and this what you offer me. This is fuckin’ ridiculous prick.”
Rick looked down avoiding Negan’s glare. “We’ll get more,” Rick grunted raising his head to peak at Negan. “Just give us more time.”
“We are fuckin’ past that give us more time shit Rick.” Negan leather glove clad hand came up and gripped Rick’s chin making Rick look at him. “Who do you belong to Rick? Who do you provide for Rick? Huh?” When he didn’t receive an answer he tightened the grip on Rick’s chin. “Who do you fuckin belong to Rick?”
“You,” Rick said lowering his eyes. “I belong to you.”
“That right prick you do. Now I’m going to walk around this cute as shit community and find something to compensate for you lack of supplies. Might even find me a new wife.”
Rick’s malice filled eyes found Negan’s eyes. “Careful how you look at me Rick,” Negan chided. “Now, I’m going to walk that way,” Negan pointed down the street. “I’ll see what I can find.” Negan winked at Rick before he turned and headed down the street Lucille propped on his shoulder.
Negan was walked down the street whistling as he went. He slowed to a stop when the sound of a woman singing filled his ears. This immediately caught Negan’s attention.
He followed her voice as it drew him in wondering who was making this magical sound. He found her working in the gardens that Alexandria had for fresh vegetables. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail as she worked completely oblivious to Negan as he watched her. “I’ll find some peace tonight,” she sang.
Negan immediately recognized the song. Hearing ‘In The Arms of the Angel’, brought back many memories of him and Lucille. Negan remember holding her each night as she laid helplessly in that hospital bed barely holding on.
Negan quickly shook those thoughts out of his mind. She was gone. No need to try and bring her back. He messed up. It was his choice to not be there with her during it all, it was his fault.
“In the arms of the angel, fly away from here,” she continued to sing still oblivious to Negan.
“Well excuse the shit out of me darlin’, but that was some mighty fine singing right there,” Negan called to her disrupting her from her work. The woman whipped around. Her wide brown eyes landing on him were he stood. Negan chuckled at her reaction, “sorry doll, didn’t mean to scare you.”
The woman still sat on her knees but this time facing him. “Um you’re Negan right?,” she questioned uncertain. She had never actually met the man. At the line up, she stayed home to tend to Judith. His first three pick up she had been at the hill top recovering from a severally sprained ankle. Even walking around on it now felt like nails poking into your foot with each step.
“Fuck yeah, I am fucking Negan,” he boosted as he stepped closer. “What is your name doll?”
“Emma. My name is Emma,” she told him as she tried to stand, but the pain the her ankle caused her to fall back down. In an instant, Negan’s hands were under Emma’s arms holding her up from the ground.
“If wanted me to hold you darling all you had to was tell me,” Negan joked as he pulled Emma to her feet. He noticed her grimace on her face when she stood firmly on both feet. “What happened to you ankle doll?”
“Sprained my ankle pretty good running away from some compound that we attacked. I’m guessing that was your outpost right?,” she questioned looking up at him.
“Fuck yes those were my man. Some mighty fucking fine man at that, but it’s alright now. I got the red head and Asian in return. Also, got that damn hunter locked in a cage like my mother fuckin pet. Now Alexandria is short on the pick up so I’m taking anything or anyone I want.”
“You want me,” Emma questioned scanning his brown eyes for an answer.
“In more way than one baby doll,” Negan purred in her ear. “Does that sounds fucking good to you?”
Emma was quiet for a long time in Negan’s arms. These people weren’t really her family. They picked her up somewhere between the church and Alexandria. She was wondering down the road, terribly dehydrated, hungry, and tired. If they hadn’t know better, they could of mistaken her for a walker and ended her suffering, but they took her in. Gave her food and some of the water they had left.
While that was kind, that didn’t make them family. Through the whole journey, Emma had gotten the closets to Rick. She helped tend to Judith and Carl, but no real feelings ever took root.
“Umm doll, you got a fucking answer for me yet?,” Negan pondered looking down at the woman in his arms.
“Wha- oh yea..sure. Yeah, I’ll come with you, but you have to promise no one else gets killed. Not by that weird bat thing you carry around and not by you or your people,” she stipulated.
“Oh you better be joking,” he said playfully looking her in her brown eyes that matched his. “You’re not joking are you?”
Emma just shook her head in his arms. She wasn’t joking. Not even a little bit. “You agree to this and I’ll go get a few of my things and meet you at the gate. You’ll have to give Rick an explanation, but you won’t get any words or arguments from me till we are out of here.”
“Meet me at the gate in ten minutes. Trust me doll, you don’t want to be late,” he promised. “Run along now. I’m keeping time.”
With that, Emma left hastily. Limping as fast as she would down the road towards her house. Negan chuckled as he saw her stop on her way up her stairs and look at him once more. Negan raised his wrist and pretended to tap like he had a watch on.
Negan leisurely made his way down the street back towards Rick and his men. Rick stared him down as he approached with nothing in his hands or arms that he possibly wanted. “Hey there prick. Did you have a fucking good time hanging out with the boys? Did you chat about old times prick? Did ya?”
“No. no,” Rick stuttered out. “Did you find anything?”
“Oh prick did I find anything? Fuck yeah I found a something. Something that had some honey color blonde hair with some darlin’ chestnut brown eyes that and a killer body that I can not wait to have wrapped around my waist as I pound that deliciously sweet pussy of hers,” Negan taunted.
“You son of bitch,” Rick spat lunging towards him, but he was quickly detained and pressed into the hot asphalt of the road.
“Nah ah ah Rick. You better simmer down now, her comes my future wife right on time,” Negan continued to tease as he turned and saw Emma making her way gingerly towards him with a bag draped over her shoulder. “Get ready for the show prick.”
Negan heard the sounds of Rick struggle when he turned around just in time for Emma to approach him. He didn’t even give her a chance to look up before he grabbed her chin and brought her lips to his. Emma didn’t resist. He heard her let out a small moan when his tongue invaded her mouth catching her off guard.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered when he pulled away. Emma looked away quickly ashamed. “Don’t be ashamed baby. More to come,” Negan said as he winked at her. “See ya around Rick,” Negan taunted once more. “Let’s go darlin,” he said placing his hand on the small of her back gently easing her towards his truck. “Load up boys.”
When Emma reached the truck Negan opened up the black door to the old lifted Chevy truck, she turned and looked at the place she called home for the past two years. The place that was no longer safe.
Negan pulled at the strap on her shoulder. He easily pulled it off and put the bag in the bed careful not to put it down to hard and break something. He lightly lifted her hand and helped her into the truck. He watched her glide across the bench seat and sit as close as possible against the other door.
Negan sighed as he climbed in the truck and shut the door. He paused for a second looking at Emma as she stared at the window. For a second, he swore he saw Lucille before she got sick, laughing, smiling, just happiness. Shaking himself out of his memories, he started the truck and headed out of the suburb.
Negan laid his arm across the top of the seat, relaxing as he drove. The whole time Emma had been watching him out the corner of her eye. His open arm looked like a warm invitation, one she couldn’t let pass.
Negan smiled when he felt her nuzzle into him. She never looked up at him. He squeezed her shoulder pressing her into him more before he gave her a kiss on the top of her head. Maybe this was Negan’s second chance. Maybe Negan could finally be happy again in the arms of an angel.
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Save Me: Chapter 11 - After
~Hey guys! This is Chapter 11 of ‘Save Me’ ❤️ Molly finally pushes Negan to the edge and has to suffer the punishment...😬 Hope you enjoy and chapter 12 will be out on Wednesday 🤟🏻
The hardest part of a storm is always what comes after. While the survivors deal with grief and loss, Molly is thriving by Negan's side. While Molly is swiftly becoming Negan's favourite, the closer she gets to power, the more danger she becomes susceptible to.
Everyone was still.
Morning came and passed, Maggie sat still, her tears flowing over Glenn's body.
Rosita and Sasha were numb as they stared in silence at Abraham's body.
Rick and Carl tried to move Maggie, she was still ill after all and needed medical attention now more than ever.
Maggie resisted, asking them to leave without her as she would never leave him.
'He's my family' she cried while Carl tried to hold her.
Rick said stuttering through his tears, 'he's our family too'.
Sasha told Rick she would take Maggie to Hilltop while they go back to Alexandria.
But they vowed to stay together and carried the bodies into the RV so they could bury their loved ones at home.
Three members of their family had left last night, Daryl was taken from them and there was no telling when they would see him again, if ever.
Carl held Maggie while she sobbed into his arms, not looking as they lifted Glenn.
That journey to Hilltop was as silent as ever.
No one plotted or made plans to attack with vengeance, they just sat still in silence and waited and pleaded for someone to tell them that it had all been a nightmare.
No one came.
Molly's POV//
There was a knock on the cell door.
I awoke hastily and sat up to see Negan standing in front of her smiling as I rubbed her eyes.
'Morning beautiful' he said groggily as if he'd just woken up as well.
I rolled my eyes at that comment while he chuckled at my response.
'Today's a big day. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life' he said happily.
'What?' I replied sleepily.
'Come on darlin, follow me' he winked and held out his hand.
I took it this time without hesitation and smiled up at him, half genuine, half forced.
He smiled at my enthusiasm, 'I can't wait for you to see it, I hope you like it'.
He almost skipped down the corridor, looking down at my hand and smiling as if in awe.
I looked up at him with a sceptical smile, wondering what he was plotting.
'Okay darlin, we're here', he said smiling as he opened a door on the same corridor that held his room.
I gave him a look of hesitation before walking in and seeing a room almost as luxurious as his.
I gasped.
It wasn't as dark as his, there were beautiful big windows with white drapes, a four poster bed with cream sheets, a brown sofa and a bookshelf with what seemed to house half of his books I remembered seeing when I first saw his room.
I turned back around to him smiling.
'This is...?' I started to ask before he interrupted, 'yours darlin' he said seriously.
I looked around again before swinging back around and saying playfully, 'but I said that I wouldn't become a-'.
He interrupted me before I could say anymore, 'I know, but even so, you're onboard here and you're more than a prisoner...you don't belong in that cell'.
A smile grew across my face at his words.
Was this kindness genuine? Did we just compromise?
'Thank you. Seriously, I appreciate it' I looked in his eyes and saw them light up at me thanking him.
'Can I come inside?' he said smiling and still standing in the doorway.
I smiled back, 'such a gentleman' I said sarcastically but with a hint of truth.
He chuckled walking towards me.
'Well, I've been called a lot but no one's ever called me that before' he said smirking.
'Well don't get used to it', I said leaning in closer before pulling away and moving around the room.
I spun around, looking at the bed before looking up and seeing him eyeing it as well.
He looked up at me before hesitating wanting to say something else but settling on 'well, enjoy darlin but make sure you're in the main hall by twelve'.
At that he smiled before walking back out and shutting the door behind him and left.
My eyes widened, why was my room on his floor?
I audibly gasped, thinking about what he might want from me.
What I might want from him.
Stop it, I told myself shutting my eyes tightly before exhaling and making my way to see Sherry.
I had to see her.
Fat Joey stood outside my room, Negan must have asked him to be my guard or something because he seemed less casual than usual.
'Hey Joey' I said smiling sweetly, he didn't say hey but just asked where I was going.
I frowned, before saying to visit his wives and asking whether that was okay with him sarcastically.
He accepted my request before following me closely as I left my room.
I knocked on the door, when Sherry opened the door before I was finished.
'Hey! what are you doing here?' she asked hastily.
'I need to talk to you' I said quickly, she looked like she needed to be somewhere.
'Sherry? you okay?' I asked worriedly as she seemed distracted.
'Yeah sorry, does Negan know you're here?' she asked nervously.
'Uh no, I don't think so. Would it be a problem?' I asked growing in concern for her.
'Well, it's just that he doesn't usually like anyone but him coming in here' she said eyeing the corridor and Fat Joey nervously.
'But I've been here before' I said chuckling slightly.
'Yeah, yes you have. Of course, come in', she said almost smiling again, I chuckled nervously.
I waved at the other ladies, they just looked at me before carrying on with whatever they were doing.
'Wow tough crowd', I said smiling at Sherry.
'You wanna sit?' she asked pointing over at a sofa.
'Yeah sure, thanks. Hey, why do they hate me so much?' I asked half humorously.
Sherry looked around while she sat down.
'It's not that exactly. They're threatened by you. They think Negan's gonna ask you to be one of his wives, that would mean less privileges for us' she said calmly.
My eyes widened as I tried to remain serious but let out a small chuckle.
'What?! Me? His wife? No, never' I said loudly.
Sherry didn't laugh and instead just said seriously, 'don't make light of it. I'm serious, you don't know what he's capable of. What he's done...'.
'Your best bet is to just do what he wants, that way you stay alive' she added pleadingly.
My eyebrows furrowed as if in disbelief, 'He doesn't scare me. He's been pretty accommodating actually' I said smiling slightly.
'Don't be so naive, whatever he's doing, it's to get you on his side before he breaks you' she said warningly.
I looked at her, like what she was saying was finally hitting home.
'Come, I'll show you. You may as well learn now', she said gesturing me to follow her through to another room that joined to this one.
The other women just watched as I walked through them.
'Sherry, what is this?', I asked curiously.
'Our closet. This is all we can wear', she said while pulling back a curtain to show a long rack of black mini dresses.
What the actual fuck?!
'But why?' I said touching the dresses.
'I don't know, he just likes it' she said nonchalantly.
I sighed, I felt disgusted. I felt like he'd just bought me.
That room wasn't for me, it for what I represented as a prisoner of war.
I hesitated before telling Sherry, 'I want to try one on'.
'What?' she asked worriedly.
'I want to change the meaning of the dress. I want to make him understand how sick this is. The dress will no longer mean ownership. I want to let him know that I know' I said confidently as Sherry just raised her brows.
I smiled at the idea.
Sherry still looked at me wide eyed and confused.
'Moll, I know you mean well but you'll get yourself killed. Don't test him! Just get under the radar' she begged.
I took one of the dresses anyway and tried it on. It fit like a glove, hugging my curves.
I hadn't worn a dress in years but this was a symbol.
I would be mocking his whole numerous wives thing, I would be mocking him.
I stepped out of the room, put on a pair of black heels from the cupboard and I walked out as the women stared open mouthed.
They all whispered as I went by, 'see what I mean. He did ask her!' one of them said.
I just smiled and left the room, until I turned down the corridor and saw Negan.
I stopped still as he did the same, both of us staring at each other.
He was furious. I had crossed two lines here.
I had entered his wives room without his permission and was now wearing a black dress.
As much as he tried to look furious as he marched over to me, his eyes kept flitting from mine down to my legs and back up.
He liked what he saw.
I was secretly excited by this but also nauseous seeing how he liked all of his wives to wear this 'uniform'.
'What the fuck are you wearing?!' he barked.
I rolled my eyes and smiled sweetly 'a dress' I retorted innocently.
His grip on Lucille had tightened as he growled.
'Just as I was trying to be nice. Oh darlin, you're gonna regret crossing me' he said scowling at me.
He looked over to his men who were behind him and now staring at me, jaws dropped to the floor.
'Hey!' Negan shouted, pounding Lucille on the floor.
'If I catch you looking at her again, I will cut out your eyes, got it?' Negan added while their gazes shifted straight up to him.
'Sorry, sir' they said in unison.
'Take her to the main hall' he barked at them.
He looked at me once more before saying 'show time' as they grabbed a hold of my arms and escorted me there.
I struggled the whole way but as we entered, the room was full. More full than when the iron was used.
I was dragged down to the middle of the room where a circle had formed around me.
Negan stood from the balcony, still scowling.
They were kneeling before he allowed them to rise again.
He had made a speech about the rules again and how I'd broke them so had to be punished.
The men were laughing and blowing kisses to me.
But I just shrugged them off until Negan spoke.
'Everyone place your bets now because its show time! Saviours, you know the drill, three rounds then the winner is declared' Negan bellowed to the crowd.
He looked at me now, revelling in my confusion.
What the fuck was this?!
He smiled down at me, then nodded to the man next to him to start the match.
I took off my shoes not knowing what the hell was happening.
Out came a woman, obviously a saviour.
Negan shouted 'Arat, meet Molly, Molly meet Arat'.
Was he expecting me to fight her?!
I chuckled to myself at what he wanted.
Would it turn him on to see me fight in a dress? Like one of his wives, but a hell of a lot tougher?
'You've gotta be fucking kidding me' I said softly.
Arat didn't smile, she just looked at me like she was about to kill me.
She put her fists up as the whistle blew.
She stepped towards me throwing the first punch, I ducked to the side before trying to talk to her while we stepped around each other.
'Look, we don't have to do this alright?' I said sternly.
She smirked before saying 'shut up bitch and i'll try to go easy on you, kay?' and threw another punch, she missed.
Okay she wasn't gonna stop so I was gonna have to put an end to this shit show.
I ducked again, this time punching her square across the face, enough to knock her down.
'Just stop okay? Don't hurt yourself' I asked her, which pissed her off even more.
I tripped her up and landed another punch to her face before she dropped.
She lay on her back gasping for breath, still trying to get up.
Everyone was chanting now, Molly! Molly! Molly!
As she got up and threw her last punch I grabbed her arm and swung her around to put her in a headlock.
She struggled until she eventually tapped out.
I'd won the first one.
Negan smiled and clapped.
The whistle blew again. This time a man came out.
He was a large man, tall and heavily built.
I looked at him for a second while everyone else was sceptical about my strength. But this wasn't about strength, just agility.
He threw punches at me, one hitting my arm throwing me backwards.
I decided to turn it up a notch and use what Jesus had taught me.
He ran towards me before I jumped back up onto my feet and climbed him, wrapping my legs around his neck, spinning him and flipping him over onto his back.
He landed with a thud, there was a crack, he'd broke something.
He tapped out while in pain on the floor while I stood over him.
I looked up at Negan briefly smirking while the man got taken away on a stretcher.
Everyone cheered and whooped in disbelief, 'she's a fucking monkey! she literally climbed him!' I heard one guy shout.
I held back my smile wanting to stay in the zone.
The last whistle blew.
From the shadow, another woman came out.
Once the light hit her, I gasped. It was Sherry.
I looked at her before looking up at Negan who was now looking back at me sternly.
I shook my head with my hands on my hips and scoffed, 'son of a bitch' I whispered.
Sherry looked terrified.
I looked over to see Dwight in the crowd who was scared out of his mind but also furious at the same time.
His eyes pleaded me to go easy on her, but I would do one better.
Sherry came closer, while people chanted.
'Moll, just do it. Get it over with' she pleaded, tears rolling down her face.
'No. Not gonna happen. I don't give a fuck. If that sick son of a bitch thinks I'm gonna fight you then he can go fuck himself' I said breathlessly.
'Wife versus wife! Sick!' one guy shouted.
Negan grew more and more impatient, before he made his way down the stairs and walked towards the circle.
People parted like the Red Sea for him as he walked, he held a gun in his hands.
Shit.
'Cmon darlin. Finish the game' he said smiling sinisterly.
I looked at him like I would kill him.
'Go fuck yourself asshole' I barked back at him.
His face dropped, 'whew, I can't let that behaviour slide. You know that. So, punishment', he said calmly as he put the gun in my hands.
'Kill her' he whispered leaning close to me, this time all I felt for him was hatred.
This was his idea of a sick game and Sherry cried even harder now.
Dwight looked at me, mouthing 'please', a tear rolling down his face.
I looked at Negan and nodded, before looking at the gun then back to Sherry.
I raised the gun to Sherry.
The room was silent now, you could hear a pin drop. Sherry was shaking as I held the gun to her.
I took in a deep breath before turning the gun to my own head.
Sherry screamed 'NO!', I clicked the trigger, once, twice, each time with more frustration. Nothing.
It wasn't loaded.
It was a test.
It was a fucking test.
Negan looked at me, surprised that I was willing to kill myself over one of his wives. But of course he didn't know our history.
Dwight closed his eyes in relief, so did Sherry.
I turned to Negan before leaning and whispering in his ear saying 'do me and everyone here a favour and shoot yourself before I get the chance'.
I looked into his eyes to see his response which was just blank as if he was in awe.
I picked up the heels and walked out of the room.
This time they parted for me.
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Wrecked part 14
Two months later.....
All had been quiet surprisingly around the sanctuary. Negan made weekly trips to alexandria for supplies and to keep rick in line. I was always left behind like always because now my bump had become more visible and i wasnt able to hide it anymore. Negan had yet to acknowledge the baby, never feeling the baby move, never coming to the medical tent with me for a checkup.
Although i was beginning to be happy with the thought of becoming a mother, my heart ached because the man i love, the father, seemed like he didnt care. Every night i went to bed alone and slept most of the night alone. Negan would slip into bed sometime before sunrise for just a few hours then he was back up again. He always kept his back to me, never reaching for me like he used to he hadnt even wanted me sexually since that one day in the woods.
I sat down in the kitchen while everyone else was outside doing their jobs, i knew soon negan would come in from patroling and i needed to talk to him. I planned on it at least, whether he will listen or not is the thing.
A few minutes later everyone started filling the room for lunch. I watched the door as people began to come in, only negan was nowhere in sight. I sat drumming my fingers on the table and watched as simon and dwight walked in but no negan. I grunted in frustration as i stood pushing my chair back as i did. "Wheres negan?" I asked simon catching him just before he headed in the kitchen.
Simon shrugged and walked away which only frustrated me more. I turned and made my way to the doors, hoping to find him outside somewhere. As i pushed the door open it hit a solid body on the other side. Negans eyes met mine, angry at first but softened just a tad upon seeing it was me. "You should be inside eating lunch." His voice held no emotion.
"Not hungry. I was actually looking for you." I shut the door behind me.
He sighed as his eyes searched the perimeter, avoiding looking at me at all costs. "Well, you found me."
"Negan, i wanted to ask you if you would come with me after lunch to my checkup." The muscle in his jaw twitched as he seemed to have a internal battle with himself.
"I cant stop everything to go play fuckin doctor." He said between clenched teeth.
I placed my hand on his arm, he flinched at the simple touch. "Please, dont you want to see our baby?" He continued to ignore me, butt i had had enough. I shoved against him not making much of a difference in his stance but it got his attention. "What the hell is with you lately? You chased after me when i left and basically demanded i come back here. You said you missed me, but you do everything in your damn power to avoid me! Why keep me here if this is how its going to be?"
"I have more important things to do than this fuckin bullshit! I brought you here to keep you fuckin safe. What kind of a man and a leader would i fuckin be if i left a pregnant woman to fend for her fuckin self in the fuckin woods!" He yelled but he wasnt the only one who was angry.
I took a deep steadying breath, my hand raised before i could stop myself. The shock on his face probably matched mine as my palm connected with his cheek. "Im not just any woman. I am the woman carrying your child." I whispered menicingly, "dont act like youre the hero here. I wouldve done just fine on my own, you didnt save me negan. You saved yourself, your pride. Your wife defied you then left, guess that makes the big bad wolf look pretty weak doesnt it."
I more heard than saw his grip tighten around the handle of the infamous bat. I smirked and took a step toward him until our bodies were touching. His nostrils flared his teeth gritting as the anger shown on his face.
"I can see it in your eyes how bad you wanna bash my head in at this moment. Go ahead, do it." I whispered. He stood there for a minute seemingly contemplating on doing it. He placed his hand on my chest and for a brief moment i thought i may have got through to him, but the moment he nudged me backwards i knew different.
"You are testing my fuckin patience." He growled.
I smirked and moved right back in his face again. "You think im scared of you? Guess what, im the one person thats still breathing who doesnt give a shit about your empty threats."
He opened his mouth to say something when all of a sudden a gunshot rang out, not even a second later a bullet hit the side of the building right between me and negan. The next thing i knew the door flew open and me and negan both were pulled inside by simon as other saviors ran out of the building.
Negan pushed me behind one of the metal counters then kneeled beside me. "Stay the fuck down until we get the all clear." Another shot rang out as one of the men outside yelled in pain. Then more gunfire rang out from outside the sanctuary, far away and close.
Negan grabbed a walkie talkie that was on the counter, "someone tell me what the fuck is going on!"
A few moments later simon was heard on the other end. "Its rick! Son of a bitch has got some balls."
"No fuckin shit! Head to the vantage point, ill meet you there." I grabbed negans arm as he started to leave.
"Im coming with you." I shouted over the noise.
"The fuck you are!" I stood and ran to the back to get my guns, negan following close behind me. He grabbed my arm and spun me around facing him. "Youre fuckin pregnant."
"And im a damn good shot. One of the best here. You know that." I wasnt giving in. "Ill head to the tree line, they wont even see me."
His lips pressed against mine suddenly, surprising me. When we parted i felt the cold metal and heard the click of handcuffs against my wrist. The other end was attached to the metal counter top. I pulled until i felt the metal bite into my wrist. Negan was smiling as he made his way to the door. "See ya later doll."
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SOMEONE PLEASE write some smut about a threesome with Negan and Chief Jim Hopper so I can die happy. Thanks.
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When Worlds Collide
Woo! Another chapter posted. We’re getting mighty close to the end!
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Ayyyyyye guys~ Haven't been on in awhile and looking for a decent Neganfic to read, got any good ones up for me?? 😉
Hell yeah, darlin’–just start scrolling and take your pick! You can filter by “fanfiction” to narrow it down some, but we’ve been reblogging ‘em almost as fast as they come in. ~Lex
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Go To Girl
Warnings: Cussing.
Request: Could you do a negan and reader where negan has had a long day which made him tired enough to sleep standing up if he had the chance. But instead of his usual one after the other with his wives his picks his go to girl (reader)and asks her to just cuddle him to sleep. In the morning he confesses his love for her but she wants him to get rid of his wives and he has a moment so she says no to him and that night he comes back begging to be his ending in amity 😍 please and thank you 🖤🖤 - anon
A/N: Thank you requesting anon! I hope you enjoy!
“Fucking finally,” Negan huffed as the convoy of trucks came back into the compound after collecting from the other communities. He’d woke up at dawn this morning and it nearly dusk when they got back to the sanctuary.
The trucks were loaded with supplies. Canned foods from Alexandria and fresh vegetables from the Hilltop and Kingdom. Now all Negan wanted to was curl up in bed under that cozy blanket that kept him warm at night. Knowing his wives they’d have something else to say about it.
Negan was walking down the hallway towards his room when a pair of his wives dashed out into the hallway blocking his path. “Neggy!,” they cheered rushing to wrap their arms around him. Negan rolled his eyes. All he wanted was to sleep and maybe one wife. Not any wife. (y/n).
You were his go to girl. Almost every time he wanted to have a wife around, you were his first choice. If he just wanted to talk, you were the choice. If he wanted a night of slow, caressing, gentle love making, you were his choice. Anything that he threw at you, you were able to put up with it.
“Ladies,” he said agitated, “I don’t fucking feel like this tonight.” He tried prying their arms off of him, but every time he tried they’d just wrap around him again. “Ladies….Ladies!” he shouted finally catching their attention. Their small annoying kisses stopped peppering his neck as they backed away from him. “Send (y/n) to my room,” he demanded brushing past them down the hallway.
“Neggy,” they called. “One of us could certainly do the job for tonight. We are just as much fun as her if not more,” said one of them. “Why not both of us Neggy? We would take a lot of care of you,” said the other one trying to seduce Negan.
“Send (y/n) to my room. Now. Go,” he demanded before he slipped inside the peacefulness of his room. Lazily, Negan shrugged off his clothes and slipped on a pair of baggy sweatpants and a clean white t-shirt. A shower could wait for the morning. With a huff, he collapsed face down on the bed.
He was nearly asleep when the soft sound of a knock at the door pulls him away from the darkness. “Come in,” he mumbles his face still buried in the pillows. He heard the door open and shut softly. He felt the your hand rubbing small circles on his back. “Hey darlin,” he said rolling over onto his back.
“Hey,” you said softly. “Negan, you look tired. You need to sleep.” You looked at he man under your hand. His brown eyes barely being held open. Your hand was resting on his chest as it rose and fell with each breath he took.
He looked at you through his barely open eyes. “I’m planing on sleeping darin. I just wanted my number one here with me. So why don’t you lay your sexy ass down and cuddle up to big bad Negan.”
You smiled down at him. “Oh Neggy,” you played. “I’ll cuddle up to the big bad wolf,” you said crawling over him. Your face mere inches from his. This close you could see how tired he actually was. The bags clearly visible under his eyes.
“Don’t you ever call me neggy again. Don’t become them,” he told you once you settled down laying beside him. Your head resting on his shoulder. His arm was pulling your body into his. “Goodnight darlin,” he breathed before he passed out. You fell asleep cuddled tightly against Negan.
The next morning when you woke up, Negan was propped on his elbow watching you sleep. “Good morning beautiful,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you softly.
“What go into you? Any other day you’d be up and out of bed, running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Dragging me out of bed back to the wives room where you’d make a promise to screw one of them that night.”
“Just taking a moment to admire what I’ve had right in front of me this whole time. Darling this is going to sound crazy, but I have to say it. I love you. I think I always have, but I’ve been to damn stubborn to admit it,” he admitted stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“No. No Negan. You don’t get to do this shit,” you said pushing away from him and rolling to the other side of the bed and climbed out. “You don’t get to say you love me while you still have those women.”
“Darling come on,” he begged as you walked around the bed towards the door.
“No. No!” you yelled stopping to face him. “This isn’t going to fuckin’ happen. Not till you get rid of them!”
In no time Negan was off of the bed right in front of you. His angry face was inches from yours. “You don’t get to tell me what I fucking have to do. This….this doesn’t mean shit. You’re just another whore who took the easy way out because she was to scared to provide for herself. Who you going to fucking jump in bed with next Simon, huh, maybe Dwight,” he seethed.
You looked at him, Your eyes full of unshed tears. “If that’s how you react when you don’t get your way then fuck you Negan. I’m done being your wife. I’m done with you. Have fun with them,” you said as tears silently rolled down you cheeks. Without another word you turned away from Negan and walked out of the room.
By the time you got to the wive’s quarters, they were already all up ready for the day, ready for Negan. You walked quickly by their wondering eyes to your room and started to stuff your belongings into a bag. How dare he say he loves you then when he doesn’t get his way calls you a whore just like these other women.
Quickly with your bag in tow you scurried out of the quarters. You knew of a room that wasn’t being used at the moment so you made that your destination. When you arrived, you pushed the door open and sluggishly walked into the room. The whirlwind of emotions that happened already this morning had already exhausted you for the day.
You wanted to curl up on the bed that didn’t look anywhere near as comfortable as Negan’s. The mattress creaked as you laid down on the standard twin bed. Your head was resting on the uncomfortable pillow. You covered yourself up with the thin blanket. There was no reason to leave the room today. Negan would find you sooner or later then he would punish you so you decide to sleep no matter how much your heart hurt.
It was midday before the sound of knocking on the door drug you from your sleep. You shifted causing the bed under you to creak. “Darlin, I know you’re in there. I’m coming in so I fuckin hope you’re decent.”
He gave you about ten seconds before the pushed the door open and peaked inside. You grasped the barely there pillow from behind you and hurled it across the room towards him. He barely had time to react as the pillow smacked him in the face and fell to ground.
“Okay. I deserve that. Anything in here that will hurt me if its hurled across the room at my face?” he questioned. You only stared at him. “No. Okay, I’m coming in now. Now listen to me and please, please listen good. You ready?”
He waited for you to reply but once again you only stared at him with a vexed express painted on your face. “Well okay then. Baby..I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t of said that darling. I can’t apologize enough.”
“You’re right you can’t,” you snapped at him.
“I know. Just please hear me out. I shouldn’t of said what I said.”
“You shouldn’t of,” you cut him off once more.
“Will you fuckin’ let me let finish?” he questioned raising his eyebrows at you. When you didn’t protest, he continued. “I’m so sorry darlin,” he said walking closer to the bed. The bed creaked under his weight. “I shouldn’t of said anything like that to you, because it’s not true. None of it is. You’re nothing like them. Please come back to me. Please?” he begged.
This fucker actually had the nerve to ask you to come back. After every thing he told you now he’s here apologizing and begging you take him back. How the tables have turned. “It doesn’t work like that Negan..”
“Fuck, I know. Shit. That’s why I made a decision. No more…no more wives. Just you and me. You and Me. Us. No more them. Us,” he said staring at you.
Your world froze. Did he really mean it? Were they really gone? Was this real? “They're gone? They're really gone?” you asked him, your eyes filling tears once again.
“Yes baby doll. There gone. Just you and me,” he unofficially promised grabbing you’re chin making you look at him instead of the wall. Your teary eyes met his teary eyes. “It’s just you and me baby. From here on it’s just us.”
He pulled your face closer to his. Your lips met in a slow dance. Your hands quickly found the way to the back of his head and buried your fingers his black locks. After what seemed like hours you broke away. Both of your forehead resting on each others. “I’m so sorry baby. Never again. I promise. Just you and me,” he said as regained his breath. You simply nodded against him.
Negan laid down. You followed suit laying halfway on him thanks to the tiny bed. The quietness of the room was broken when the sound of your stomach growling. Negan laughed from under you. “Was that you?”
“Yes, you asshole. I haven’t left this room all day.”
“I’m sorry darlin,” he said kissing the top your head. “Think we can make it down to the kitchen get some food and then go back to our room?”
You thought for a minute. “Yeah. I think we can do that,” you said pushing off him placing a single kiss on his lips as you leaned back down.
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Only You
Warnings: Language. Negan. smut. (unprotected)
Request: Negan has had just the worst day. He’s tired mad and all he wants is a relaxing night with one of his wives. But when he goes to the wives parlor the only one left is a sleepy reader. She’s the only one that waited up for him with his favorite drink. He invites her into his room as a reward and as the sleepy sex is going on he comes to the shocking realization that the reader may be the only one who actually loves him for him.He recounts all of the selfless things that the reader has done since becoming his wife. I would like it to end in sleepy cuddles and with this quote “Those other bitches may be stuck as my wives but you’re my queen baby doll.” - @irenewolfland
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*Negan’s PoV*
Today has been the goddamn worst fuckin’ day that I’ve had in a long time, Negan thought to himself as the walked down the corridors of the sanctuary. First the damn trucks wouldn’t start this morning when we were going to pick up our weekly supplies from the communities that were under his control. Then Rick the prick had a stick shoved up is ass. Of course Alexandria was short and Rick was mad at him for that, please. There wasn’t much problems at the hilltop though. Gregory was being the usual ass kisser he was.
The real problem came on the ride back home. Some one decided to leave their duty of redirect and they had to sit the damn heat for nearly two hours while a hoard made its way across the road. He was livid. He was tired. All he wanted to do was spend the night screwing one of his wives.
That’s where he found himself now. Standing in the doorway watching a sleepy (y/n) try to keep herself awake.
*Your PoV*
You were laying down on the couch in the wives’ parlor waiting for you fearless husband returned. He was supposed the be here hours ago. You even made him his favorite drink in hopes that you’d be one the chose to accompany him back to his room.
The ice had melted and the drink was probably hot by now, but still you waited. It was getting to the point where you were about to pass out only for you to force your eyes back open.
You were tempted to turn in like the other wives and say ‘fuck you Negan’ and go to bed, but you just couldn’t. There was something about this man that made your heart rate sky rocket.
You had finally waited enough. You slung your legs down onto the floor and grabbed the drink bringing it to your lips as you looked up. You nearly spit out the sip you took when you brought your eyes to rest on Negan’s form. He was leaned against the door watching you with heavy eyes. “Jesus Christ!” you shrieked. “You scared the shit out of me.”
He let out a gravelly chuckle as he walked into the room. His leather jacket hung loosely on his torso. “You the only one up?” he asked you.
“Yeah, the other,” you cleared your throat, “decided they didn’t want to wait around anymore and went to bed.” You at the glass down on the table in front of you waiting for his next move.
He walked closer to you. He reached down and grabbed the glass bringing it to his lips. “I can make you another one,” you said standing to walk over to the bar.
“No need. I have a perfectly good one right here,” he said smile on his face. He brought the glass to his lips. His eyes fixated on you. He let out a sigh. “Just the way I like it.”
If he was trying to woo you, he was starting to fail miserably. “Let’s go to my room dear wife. You deserve some type of rewards for staying up for me while the others decided to sleep.”
He turned and started to walk down the hall towards his room, you followed closely behind him. He pushed his door open and held it open for you as you walked in behind him.
You turned around to watch him. He shut the door and hastily sat down his drink. In an instant is hands were cupping your face and crashed his lips into yours. His lips moved lazily against yours. You could tell he was tired, but he didn’t give up. You could taste the alcohol on his lips.
His hands reached behind you and started to unzip your black dress. He pushed it off your shoulders letting it collapse to the floor, pooling at your feet. He pulled you closer to him. Your barely covered body pressed against his. He broke apart suddenly out of breath.
You took advantage of this and slid his leather jacket off before reaching to grab his shirt which you pulled quickly off of him. His forehead came to rest on yours. You reached down and started to unbuckle his belt. He abruptly stopped your hands. He pulled them up his body, dropping them at his shoulders.
He brought his lips again against yours. Your arms connected and you held tightly onto his neck when you picked you up and walked to the bed. You wrapped you legs around him, holding on tightly. He dropped you on the bed and he collapsed on top of you.
You were still wrapped around him when he broke the kiss. “Darlin’ let go,” he softly commanded. You did as he said instantly missing the connection. He lifted up your back and he unclasped your bra throwing it off the bed. Next, his hands reached down and started to pull your panties down past your ankles.
You felt him shift slightly and start to press light kisses down your body. You whimpered as his mouth found your heat. His tongue flicked across your clit earning a moan from you and your hands to be tangled in his hair.
With each flick you felt that warm sensation start to arise. His mouth left your clit and you threw your head back, arching up as his tongue entered you. You pulled aggressively on his thick black hair as his tongue drove you closer to orgasm.
“Negan… I.. I need..oh shit,” you barely got out his tongue doing wonders to your body. He hummed against you and that was all it took. You came withering with him still connected to you lapping up your juices.
You were still recovering from your orgasm when he crawled back up you planting his lips firmly against yours. You felt his tip at your entrance and let out a cry of pleasure when he entered you. He didn’t give you time to adjust as he slowly slid out of you, only to plunge back in.
“God Negan. So good every time. Every damn time,” you moaned as he continued to slowly withdraw himself from you, only to plunge back in.
Your nails raked across this back. He let out a strangled groan loving the feeling of being inside you. He buried his head in between your neck and shoulder barely keeping his rhythm. He was exhausted, but he’d do anything for you.
That’s when he started to think. You hadn’t been a wife for very long, but yet you were the only who ever seemed interested in anything he did. Of course, you weren’t fond of when he intentionally hurt people.
He remember that time when a random woman of the sanctuary needed clothes but couldn’t afford them. He had came and ranted to all the wives about how lucky they had it. The next day, that woman was dressed in fresh clothes. When he asked how she got them, she was afraid. She told him they were gifted to her during the night, instantly he knew who gave her those clothes. He knew it was you.
He also remember when he would come in ranting. You could hear him throwing things. A few things shattered against the wall. A knock at the door caught his attention. He jerked the door open and there you stood, not afraid to face the man. That night he took you hard. He used up all his pent up aggression on you. You didn’t even get off, but you still comforted him afterwards. Next thing he knew, he was cuddled up in the bed next to you, your hand rubbing his chest while asleep.
Lastly he remember how you’d even given up your dinner on multiple occasions to feed people of the sanctuary that hadn’t eaten in days. He tried to tell you not to, but you didn’t listen. Those people looked at you with great admiration, but he could tell from your behavior that you didn’t do this to feel good but to help others.
You were helping him run this place without him even asking. He didn’t put it all together till now. After everything you’d done for him, he just now finally realized that you loved him. You didn’t love the Negan that put on a show in front his his people. No, you loved the Negan that wasn’t afraid. He’d let out his emotions, not hold them in. You loved the Negan that was actually Negan, when he was himself.
The sound of you calling his name brought him back to the present. “Negan… harder… faster.. I need more,” you cried.
He lazily smirked and happily accepted your request. His hips snapped faster against yours. You withered under him. “Baby doll, I’m-” he didn’t even get the sentence out before he unceremoniously let himself go inside you. That was all you needed to feel and you tipped over the edge, falling more for him as time went by.
He brought his lips down on yours. Not in a harsh demanding way, but in a way that showed he cared. This wasn’t a fuck and dump, and he wanted you to understand that.
He broke away and slowly slid out of you. He collapsed next to you. He was about to pass out so were you. He turned you on your side earning a groan from you. He curled up behind you. Placing soft kisses on your bare shoulders.
He placed his mouth next to your ear. “Darlin’, those other bitches may be stuck as my wives, but you’re my queen baby doll” he whispered into your ear. That night he fell asleep, his arm thrown over your waist. He pulled you closer to him and finally put this day behind him.
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Master List
Stories: A New Way Of Life
Request: Why Didn’t You Tell Me Club Sin Breathing Again Only You Nightmare Being Found Unacceptable Laundry Girl Kind Of Hate You, Kind Of Don’t Today Isn’t My Day Long Time Coming Toothache No More So We Meet Again After The Shot
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Today Isn’t My Day
Warnings: Cuss words. Negan. SMUT.
Request: I was wondering if you can do one where the reader is having a shitty day around the Sanctuary. Kinda like things she’s working on breaks on her or when she’s restocking things just keep falling down, kinda like that. Then Negan walks in seeing her throwing things around and yelling fuck my life lol. Then he can say will I’ll do you one better lol. Then you know some hot smut on a nearby table that’s in the stock room she’s in lol. - @zoesmama2024 (I really hope you enjoy)
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Today had been an a fucking terrible day. Almost everything that you had stacked on the shelves had fallen. This was your job. You were charged with restocking the shelves day after day.
This wasn’t your dream job, far from it, but it kept you alive. At the sanctuary, the rules were: You worked for point and those points kept you among the living. Also, you had to follow the rules because ‘the rules keep us alive’.
You were stacking cans of beans on a shelf when it collapsed. “Son of a bitch,” you cursed. This had happened twice already and you still hadn’t learned your lesson. You picked up the can and hurled it across the room. A smile of satisfaction graced your face when it splattered against the wall. That will teach that can of beans.
You walked about over to shelf and put in back in place. You started re-restocking the shelf. You were about half way done when it collapsed once again. “Fuck my life,” you yelled into the empty room, except it wasn’t empty.
“How about I do you one better?” said the voice.
“Holy shit,” you squealed whipping around to face the voice. It was Negan. Of course, it was always Negan. You dropped to you knees instantly. You just cussed in front of the king savior. Not just once, twice. You dropped your head, not wanting to look at him.
He gracefully made his way over to you. His black boots coming into view of your lowered eyes. Your slightly began to shake. “You afraid of me baby doll” he waited for your answer. None came. “That is so fuckin’ adorable.”
“So what do you say? You going to let Negan take care of you?” His signature smirk plastered on his face.
Nervously you nodded your head. “Good girl!” he praised. “Why don’t we start this by you taking care of me for a bit?”
You raised your head to look at him. Your eyebrows scrunched trying to figure out what he was talking about. “Ohhh,” you let out when it hit you like a ton of bricks.
“No need to be sayin’ ‘ohh’ fuckin’ yet doll. Wait till you feel my hard dick down your throat. You do a good job, and you’ll get a mighty nice fuckin’ reward.”
You looked down. Negan and you. When the fuck did this happen? Oh right, when you shouted ‘fuck my life’ to be quietness of the room and Negan just happened to slip in the room just in time.
You heard the jingle of him undoing his belt brought you back to reality. He had already kicked off his boots. Looking up at him, he pushed his jeans down along with his boxers to his ankles before quickly shaking them off his legs. His cock already semi-hard as it slipped from its confinement.
“Open up darlin’,” he said softly. You opened your mouth and he guided himself slowly inside your mouth. He slipped just the head inside allowing you to do your own thing.
You took a deep breath through your nose before you started to slightly bob up and down his thick shaft. You flattened your tongue to give him some added pleasure as he slides in and out of your mouth. He moaned at the new sensation. “Shit.. Keep doing that,” he breathed.
You started to take him deeper. His moans echoed around the room. Sucking harshly, he gasped. His hand flying to your hair and it tangled into your hair.
You started to hum around him. He responded by pushing your head closer to the base. His cock fully hard now stretched your lips into a thin circle around him. You almost gagged when he hit the back of your throat. You continued to bob up and down on him, each time taking him all the way in.
“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job sucking my cock like a good girl.” He thrusted into your mouth. He held your head in place as he started to thrust quickly into your mouth. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. He eyes were closed and his mouth was hung open in pleasure. With one last thrust, he stilled himself in your mouth as his cum splashed down your throat.
He groaned and pulled you off of him. “Hot damn, baby doll that was wonderful.”
He lightly pulled your hair making you raise to your feet. He stripped off his leather jacket and shirt, leaving him completely in the nude. He brought his lips harshly against yours. You moaned against him. You felt your arousal start pool in your jeans.
“Take your goddamn clothes off,” he demanded breaking the kiss for a moment before he attacked you again. You rapidly followed his command and unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down along with your panties. Negan growled getting impatient that it was taking you so long.
“Hush,” you whispered against him as you kicked off your shoes and stepped out of your jeans. You were wearing a button down shirt and Negan wasn’t in the mood to wait for you to undo it. His large hands gripped your shirt and the collar and he gave it one hard long tug for all the buttons to go scattering on the floor.
“What are you doing?!?” you squealed. That was basically your only shirt.
“Hush up. I’ll get you more.”
He turned you around and hastily undone your bra. He stepped forwards and cleared out a spot on the table in front of you. The supplies tumbled down to the floor. “Why must you make a mess with everything?” you asked him.
“Because, I’m the boss,” he said as he pushed you down face first on the table. “You’ll thank me for it later.”
You groaned as he put a hand on your back, no doubt holding you down. You felt two of his fingers at your entrance. You bucked when he plunged both into you quickly. “Holy fuckin shit,” he exclaimed. “Your so damn tight around my fingers. God my cock is going to feel so good in here. Goddamn you’re so fuckin wet.”
He started to make his fingers go faster as he leaned over you. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers drove you closer to the edge and you felt his arousal pressed against you.
“Negan, please please keep going,” you cried feeling the climax approaching. Negan complied with your request and he worked his fingers harder and faster in and out. “Negan, I’m- I’m about to… shit,” you cried as he was about to push you over the edge.
“Not yet, baby doll," he said removing his fingers from you. "You don’t get off that easy,” he growled against your ear. You felt him reach down, his hand grazed your ass and down to his cock. You felt his tip as he started to enter you. Without warning, a slammed all the way into your heat till you were full of him. You tried to get away from him by shimming up the table, but he easily held you in place by his body weight laying on your back.
“I knew you’d be tight around wrapped around me. Shit you feel better than any of my wives,” he huskily whispered against your ear. His stubble brushing against your shoulder as he started to move inside you.
The table started to creak under you as he started to thrust hard into you. His hands were on your shoulders pushing you back, impaling you on his cock as he thrust up into you time and time again.
You moaned feeling that sensation start to over take you again. “You want to come on my cock? Huh?,” Negan asked punctuating each question with a hard thrust causing your ass to bounce as his hips hit you. “Beg me,” he commanded slowing his thrust.
“Please please Negan! Let me come on your cock as you fuck me! Please!,” you pleaded
“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear once more before he started to fuck you hard again. You whimpered under him your climax coming fast.
You cried out as you came around him. He continued to thrust hard into you causing the table to creak. You thought it was about to collapse with him fucking you all the way down. He groaned as he twitched and spilled inside you. He slowly thrusted a few more times before stilling himself laying on your back.
You let him lay for a few minutes as both of you collected yourselves. “You going to get up now?,” you asked him.
“Nah, I think I’ll just lay here for a while. Take a nap. I have a comfy pillow to lay on,” he said as he nuzzled into your neck.
“Negan get up. Your scruff is ticklish,” you giggled as he continued to nuzzle his face into your neck.
“Fine,” he grumbled as he slowly slid out of you. “You going to be okay to wear that shirt back to your room? I’ll get you some new ones. My bad,” he said as he pushed off you over to his pile of clothes and started to redress.
“Yeah. Make sure you get good ones.”
“I will, I will.” He watched you as you redressed and wrapped the shirt around your torso.
“I’ll see you later?” you asked him walking up to him kissing him lightly on the cheek.
“You sure will doll. With fresh shirts in tow!” he said as you started to walk away. “Doll!” he called after you. You turned to look at him. “You sure you don’t want to be a wife?” he asked a smile on his face.
“No, Negan I am not joining your harem. I told you once, I don’t like to share.” You walked out of the shed towards the main building where your room was. A smile on your face as walked trying to keep your shirt from flying open.
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Laundry Girl
Warnings: Cuss words. Negan. SMUT. unprotected sex.
Request: Haha! No prob ur writing style is awsome. I would like the reader to be a normal laundry worker at the sanctuary with a huge crush on negan that makes everyone else think she's crazy. When negan's jacket ends up in her laundry pile she goes to give it to him personally. I want it to end with negan catching her in his room wearing his jacket. She's lost the second he calls her baby doll. I would like it to be sweet smut. Please and thank you! - @irenewolfland
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You’ve been at the sanctuary for some time now, working in the laundry earning points to stay alive. You had the biggest crush on the head savior and everyone that knew thought you were totally insane. You couldn’t help but get turned on every time he walked into the room. Your cheeks would get red, and look away. Thank God he never talked to you would of been just standing there eyes wide, trying to speak but only be blubbering out incoherent sounds.
You were just about done folding your basket of clothes, when your hands hit a smooth leathery fabric. For a moment, your breath caught in your throat. There was only one man that wore a black leather jacket in this place. Why would his clothes be in here? Doesn’t he have someone do them for him. But here it was. The head honcho’s signature leather jacket lay in the bottom of your basket.
You reached down to grab it, you were astonished. “(Y/N),” you heard, “what are you doing?” asked Taylor, a fellow laundry worker asked. She clearly didn’t see what you were holding. You turned to face her, still unable to form words.
“Ohh. Really? You can’t function over a jacket? Give it to me.” She tried to grab the jacket out of your hand, but you turned away just in time.
“Nah ah ah,” you chided. “I’ll be delivering this to the head savior myself.”
“You can’t even function around him, how do you expect to give him his jacket?” Taylor rebuked playfully.
You scoffed. “I’ll get over it. See you around. Yeah?” you asked taking the jacket and walking out of the room. You were beyond excited. You’d never talked to him personally. He would walk into the cafeteria, shout some things, then turn on his heels and leave. You heard stories about his wives. He never stayed around very long, but the times you did see him it was magical, for you at least.
You walked down the hallways towards his room. Everyone here knew where his room was. That cherished leather jacket draped over your arms, some people stared at you others didn’t even notice you as you walked closer to his room.
When you arrived, you knocked waiting for a gruff come in or the door to fly open and reveal him standing there staring at you. Neither of which happened. The only response you got was silence.
You turned the door nob and to your surprise the door cracked open. “Hello,” you called out. If he was asleep and you walked in on him, he’d probably kill you with Lucille given the chance. No answer came. You were alone, standing in his room. He wasn’t here.
You grinned walking deeper into his room. It was gray. The walls were littered with a few photos and items that looked negany.
You slid on the large leather jacket. It engulfed you. Shivering feeling that leather on your arms. It seemed to add a certain type of badassery to your persona. This was the same jacket that Negan walked around every day in, well except today.
You had spent so much time browsing around the room that you didn’t notice it was starting to turn dark. You heard the door squeak open. It was to late. You were trapped.
You heard him whistling as he walked into the room. That whistling died off when he walked deeper into his room and he saw you. “Well, hello there. Just what the fuck do you think your doing in my damn room?”
You whipped around to face him. The fear was clear in your face. “I...I...I..I wa...I was....bring your jacket,” you finally stuttered out.
“Doesn’t look like you were bringin’ me my jacket. Seems to me, you are wearing my goddamn jacket,” he sounded angry. Shit, you hadn’t taken the jacket off. You were going to end up on those stakes outside the fence wasting away. Maybe he’d just iron your face, sure it would hurt like hell but it’s better then dying. Hopefully he’d make it quick one hard swing of Lucille and you’d be gone.
You started to slip the jacket off when you heard his gruff voice say “Stop.” He glided across the room till he was right in front of you. “Why haven’t I seen you around here before? Been hiding from big bad Negan?” he questioned.
You gulped. You opened your both to try to speak but no words came out. You shook your head ‘no’, you haven’t been avoiding him. If anything you wanted to be around him. You craved anything from him.
“Come on baby doll, don’t be scared now.” ‘Baby doll’ what the flying shit. You looked up at him. He just stood there watching how you’d react. He looked down at you. His big brown eyes capturing your (y/e/c) ones. His hand found its way to the side of your face, lightly brushing your cheek.
He leaned his head down and you meet him halfway. Your lips meeting in hot, fiery passion and lust, nothing you’ve ever done had ever felt more right. His tongue licked your lip and you quickly allow him entrance. You moan into his mouth, as your tongues danced together.
You grinded your cotton covered hips into his, you felt his arousal start to grow. He let out a shaky moan. He leaned his head back granting you access to his neck. You broke the kiss, going for his neck. You left soft kisses all over his neck until you found his soft spot and he let out a groan. You attacked his neck more until he pulled you away, reclaiming your lips guiding you back towards his large bed.
He broke away for a moment. “You sure about this baby doll? I’m not forc-” he started but you cut him off claiming his lips. He peeled the leather jacket off of you, letting it fall to the floor. His hands find their way to the hem of your shirt and he pulled it over your head quickly before kissing you again. Next his hands ventured further down and started to unbutton your jeans. He skillfully lowered himself as he worked your jeans down along with your panties.
On his way back up he unclasped your bra sliding it off and tossing it aside. Just as soon as he was gone, he was back this time shirtless. His chest covered in dark curly black hair. He pressed both your lips together again, his tongue easily finding the rhythm he had earlier.
He laid you down on the bed instantly covering your body with his. Your hands found their way to his hair, fisting his dark locks in your hands. You wanted more. Hot damn you wanted more. You whimpered against his lips.
“Shhh baby doll. I’m going to take good care of you.”
He leaves your body for a second, just long enough to push his jeans and boxers to the floor before he is back on you. No foreplay is needed. He can tell you are already wet enough for him and he was more than ready for you.
He reached down, rubbing his tip against your folds, teasing you enough to cause you to whimper. He lets a chuckle before you feel him start to ease himself in.
“Holy shit,” you unexpectedly cry out as he bottoms out inside you.
He doesn’t say anything, he just watched you wither under him. He held himself still just long enough before beginning to move slightly in and out of you.
“Jesus Christ,” he growled. “You are so fuckin’ tight.”
He started to pick up his pace slowly sending you closer to the edge of ecstasy also pulling him along with you. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him as close as possible. Your gasped and twisted his hair earning a groan from him as he hit your g spot with each thrust of the hips.
“Right there.. Shit.. right there,” you cried.
“Like this?,” he asked punctuating the question with a snap of the hips that only tightened the coil in your belly.
“Baby doll... I’m so damn close,” he moaned dropping his head in between your head and shoulder. You felt his beard scratch your neck with each thrust.
“Me too. Keep going.” He happily accepted you request.
“Let it go doll. Let it go. I’m right with you,” his husky voice level with your ear. That was all it took. You clamped down on him going over the edge, pulling him along with you. He thrusted a few more time working you both through your orgasms.
He laid on top of you for a few minutes, you fingers still tangled in his hair. Once he was fully recovered he slipped out of you and rolled off of you.
“I’m going to need you to wear that jacket a lot more, but only for me. You got it?” he said playfully.
You laughed as you rolled over. He was laying there eyes close. Thanks to you his hair was severely disheveled. His breathing was even.
“You can either lay here, cuddle up and sleep or go back to your room.”
You smirked. You had him. After being such a total shy ass, you had him and you weren’t going anywhere.
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Club Sin
Warnings: Cussing. Negan. oral sex. smut. (does this count as kinky?)
Request: Hi hi can I make a request where the reader meets Negan at a club and they're like grinding up on each other. And then Negan takes her home to his house and they have some hot kink sex (spanking, biting, scratching, choking, oral, literally everything) make it as kinky as you possibly can with in your comfort zone. - anon
I really hope this is what you requested! I tried. Please let me know what you think!!
Tonight was the night. You'd planned this night to go out with your 'girlfriend' and have a little fun at the club. You just finished getting ready when your doorbell rang. Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor. You opened the door to reveal Sherry, your best friends since high school standing at the door. She had on a tight low-cut red dress with matching heels. She looked gorgeous.
"(Y/N)," she squealed when you opened the door. "You look amazing!," she said referring to your tight black dress that hung to your curves and showed you off. "You planning on picking up a hot guy tonight? huh?" she wiggled her eyebrows at you as you laughed softly.
"Come on. Let's go party!," you cheered as you grabbed her hand pulling her out the door to your car. Getting in, you started the car and started to the club that was downtown.
When you arrived, you parked and slid out of your pitch black '68 Chevy camaro. You and Sherry intertwined arms and began to walk to the front of the line that was forming outside. "Well hello ladies, y'all are looking might hot this evening!," the bouncer smiled as Sherry and you walked up. "Y'all go right on in," he said undoing the belt allowing both you inside.
You smiled and walked in Sherry by your side. "You go get us some drinks and I'll go find us somewhere to sit," you yelled over the thumping music of the club. Sherry nodded and made her way towards the bar as you skillfully worked your way through the crowd towards an empty table.
When you finally reached the table, you sat and watched the people dancing on the dance floor. One man particularly caught your attention. He was an older man with slicked black hair and a salt & pepper beard.He wore a leather jacket and jeans. He was tall. Before the end of the night you were going to have to dance with the handsome specimen of man.
You were so caught up in watching the way this man moved that you didn't notice that Sherry had brought your drinks to the table. "One Long Island Iced Tea for you and One Cosmopolitan for me." She smiled. "Cheers," and you clinked your glasses together and took one long drink before putting it down.
"Let's go dance!," she said cheerfully pulling your hand and pulling you onto the dance floor. You danced together for a couple of songs till a guy asked Sherry to dance dragging her away from you. You were about to go back to the table when you felt a presence behind you. "Well, hello there. How you doing today doll?" you heard his gravelly voice and felt his hot breath on your shoulder.
You turned and when you did, you nearly fainted. There he was. That handsome piece of man from earlier was standing in front of you. "Hi," you said. You could feel your cheeks turning a nice rosy red color.
"Don't get embarrassed now doll. May I have this dance?" he asked as a new song started. You nodded and smirked, this was going to be fun. The song started and you wrapped your arm around his neck as the beat started to pick up keeping your body as close to his as possible. His big hands clutched your hips and spun you around quickly you arms still wrapped around his neck. He groaned as you started to move you ass against his crotch. You moved against his body skillfully grinding your body into his. Every now and then he'd let out a groan.
After the song ended, you were about to let go of his neck and turn around when you felt him hold you in place. His arousal was pressed against your backside and you let out a small gasp when you felt how big he was. "Darlin', that was some mighty fine fucking dancing. How about we take this else where? Think you'd enjoy that? I promise you, I would most certainly enjoy that."
"Yeah, just let me tell my friend," you said scanning the dance floor for Sherry.
"That feisty brown headed woman? Saw her practically skipping out the door with some feller just as the song was ended. So I guess your all mine. Come on." He pulled your hand and led you across the floor and out the door. The bouncer at the door gave you smirk as he saw you being led out the door.
He led you towards his vehicle, a large single cab truck with large tires. Figured a guy like him would drive a jacked up truck. He opened the passenger side door for you and helped you climb into the cab. A single bench seat reached from door to door. He walked around the back of the truck, opened the driver side door and climbed inside, a giant smile on his face.
"What's your name doll?" he inquired.
"(y/n). What's yours?"
"Let me properly introduce myself," he said turning slightly to face you, "I'm Negan."
"Pleasure to meet you acquaintance Negan," you said as you reached your hand out. He took your hand but instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his mouth placing a small kiss in the middle.
"You haven't felt pleasure yet, baby doll. Just you wait." You felt your cheeks once again become heated as he started the truck and backed out of the parking lot and pulled out on the road. "Oh come on doll. Don't go blushing at everything daddy says."
You turned your head and stared at him. "Daddy?" you choked out.
"Hell yes, you'll be calling me daddy before the night is done I promise," he winked at you. He wanted to play kinky, two could play that game. You rested your hand on his thigh and felt him squirm a bit. "You want to start playin early, huh? Well I suggest you keep going."
You moved your hand to rest on the front of his crotch. "What do you want me to do daddy?" you asked starting to rub him through his jeans. "You want me to suck your cock daddy?"
"Hell yeah baby doll." He lifted his hips slightly so you could pull down his jeans and boxers slightly till his hard cock sprung from its confinement. You'd never been with a man of his size. Holy shit. This was going to be a hell of a night. You grinned as you wrapped one hand around his dick and slowly began to pump him slowly, using his precum to slick him up a little bit. He groaned and tightened one hand on the steering wheel. After a few more strokes, you lowered your head and started to lick his tip before slipping it into your mouth slightly bobbing up and down at the start. After setting a steady rhythm you took him deeper until he hit the back of your throat.
He growled when you started to bob all the way up and down his shaft. One of his hands made its way to your head pushing your head down every time you came up. He started to twitch in your mouth and you picked up the pace. You heard him groan as he filled your mouth. You finished sucking him off careful not to let a drop escape your lips. "Damn baby girl, that was probably the best head I've ever got. Home sweet home," he said as the truck came to a halt in the drive way of his house.
"You deserve a reward," he said as he pulled his jeans and boxers up and zipped up before exiting the truck. He walked over to your side, opened the door, and slid you out of the truck. He pinned you against the truck, his lips capturing yours. "I should just fuck you right here. Right against the truck,” he whispered huskily in your eat, “You'd like that, wouldn't you baby girl? You'd love to give the neighbors a little show."
"God yes daddy. Please."
"Maybe another time," he said once again pulling your hand and starting to lead you into his house. It looked homey for a single man, not like you expected anything else. He didn't stop until you were standing in his bedroom.
"You want me baby girl?"
"Yes, daddy. Please!"
"From here on you don't call me anything but daddy got it?" When you vigorously nodded he smiled. "Good. Turn around." When you did he slowly pulled the zipper of your dress down leaving small bites down your bare back. When he finally got your dress down, he pushed you slightly towards the bed. "Lay down on your back, get comfy baby."
You followed his orders and laid down on the bed on your back. You watched him as he undressed until he was stark naked and walked over to you. He saw you biting your lip and chuckled. He crawled up your body leaving little kisses till he was face to face with you. "You ready for me baby doll?" he asked as he nipped at your neck. "You ready for daddy's hard cock?" You moaned in anticipation.
He started to snake his way back down your body until he was face to face with your heat. "I can feel you from here baby doll." You arched your back when he started to slide your panties down your legs leaving small kisses down your legs. You felt one of his hands back on your heat and moaned. He started to rub your clit slightly causing you to gasp. "Damn, your already wet for me."
He pushed you legs so they were bent giving him better access. You felt a finger at your entrance and then you felt him push one inside you. He pumped that one back and forth for a minutes before another one of his thick, long fingers joined the first one making you gasp. "Damn, taking it like a champ. We aren't even to the good part yet."
He lowered his head and his tongue skillfully stroked your sensitive bud. Your hands went flying to his hair and started to pull on it. He moaned against your clit sending shivers up your spine. "Daddy, fuck," you moan as your eyes rolled back and you grabbed his hair harder.
"Cum for me baby. Cum on my fingers." That was all it took to send you over the edge. "Oh daddy, shit. Yes daddy, yes," you yelled working through your orgasm.
Your breathing evened out and Negan crawled back up your body. "Daddy is going to fuck you now. You ready?"
You nodded and he reached down to guide himself into your heat. He plunges in, sliding all the way to the hilt before stopping allowing you to adjust. "Daddy," you groaned as you raked your nails over his back more than likely leaving scratches.
"You like that? You like daddy's hard cock stretching you?" each question was answered with a moan as he thrusted lightly. "Your doing so good for daddy." He picked up his pace as you withered beneath him eyes clinched shut. When one of his hands gripped your throat, your eyes snapped open, your hand on his wrist. "It's okay baby girl," he said as he slowed down his thrust. "If you want me to stop, tap my wrist."
When you didn't, he picked up his pace again his thick cock hitting all those wonderful places, his hand still on your neck. He started to press down on your throat as he thrusted harder into you. You tried to whimper but it only came out as a gargled noise. It turned you on so much, him being able to control your whether you could breathe or not. Life or death.
He let up on your throat and the air rushed to your lungs. He started to thrust harder and deeper into you. You felt your walls start to clinch around him and his hand found it's way back to your throat. He pressed down hard. He didn't let up as he continued to thrust sending you closer to orgasm once again. His thrust got harder and faster, signaling he was just as close as you. With one last thrust, he removed his hand from your throat and air rushed in sending you over the edge as he finished inside you.
He lay still on top of you still panting trying to catch his breath. You planted small kisses on his shoulder as you came down from your high. "Damn baby girl, that was.. that was.. wow," he said as he rolled off of you onto the bed.
"Yeah, it was." You slid out the bed barely able to stand.
"Just where the fuck do you think you're goin?," he asked slightly angered.
"Well, we're done here. So I was going to go home," you replied as you started to pull on your panties. You heard the bed squeak and his hand grabbed your wrist.
You looked down at him. His brown eyes stared into (y/e/c) ones. "Darling, why the fuck would I fuck and dump you? I would be a goddamn moron to do that. Now lay you sexy ass back down, you're not going anywhere."
You grinned as he pulled you back into bed moving over so you could lay down and he spooned up behind you. You drifted off to sleep with Negan leaving small kisses on your neck and back.
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So We Meet Again
Warnings: Language. Negan. Smut. (unprotected sex).
Request: Hi there! I love your writing and I wanted to make a request if that's okay? :3 One where the reader is in her early twenties. She and Negan had teamed up early on in the outbreak, and had a close, romantic relationship. Then a hoard came through, separating them and causing them both to think the other is dead for a few years. One day he and the Saviors find a new town to "make a deal" with and he finds out that she is the leader. Fluffy smut if possible? Thank you! ^-^ - anon
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You’d met him just a week after the world went to shit. Being nineteen at the time, you fell head over heals for him. He, an older gentleman that he was, didn’t force you into an uncomfortable situations. He took care of you and you took care of him. You learned how to kill these dead creatures that resurrected from the grave together.
Together you two were unstoppable. Neither walkers nor people could stop you. The first kiss was something of magic. The sparks you felt run through your body was the best feeling you had at the time. Your first time together was wonderful.
You were inseparable. That was before the hoard came along. The hoard that made you split up. They came out of no where. One minute it was quite, the next a large group was walker invaded the building that you occupied. You went one way, he went the other. You heard him shout as you ran. That was roughly four years. That was the last time you saw him. That was the last time you saw Negan.
Now, you were the leader of a small community hauled somewhere in Virginia. Over the years, you searched for him but he never turned up anywhere. There were days that you missed him. Missed his laugh and smile.
You shook your head, trying to get him out of your mind. He was probably dead. The last thing you heard from him was a scream then silence.
You walked down the road of the gated community. There was some kind of commotion at the gate, that your right hand man John had informed you of. John came running into your house, out of breath from running all the way to your house. “There..There are some men at the gate.. they want to see the leader.. and that’s you... so I was coming to get you,” he panted clearly out of breath.
So here you were walking down the quiet road towards the gate. Upon arrival, you saw the gate was opened the way blocked with giant trucks that held the men that wanted something from your community.
A skinny man with a handle bar mustache was standing there tapping his shoe as Max, another community member, tried to explain to him that the community didn’t have anything for them to take. Handle bars wasn’t listen, instead he was watching you as you approached.
“What exactly is the problem here?” you questioned rubbing your head approaching the men.
“We are just waiting for the leader of this little community to make a grand appearance. Don’t worry you pretty little head sweetheart. Just wait for the men to talk.”
The people of your community that were standing by, suddenly turned their attention on you. They were watching to see how you reacted. They knew you didn’t like to have your authority questioned. “Sorry to tell you this buckaroo, but I am the leader,” you said proudly.
“Oh shit. Really! Your leader of the fine institution here? This is going to be fuckin’ easy as slicing pie then. We want half your stuff. So lets make it snappy and get to dealin.”
“You are not taking half of anything,” you rebuked. “Go get your own shit. Clyde shut the gate.” You motioned for the other to turn around and go back to their daily activities, when a hand clasped onto your shoulder.
You quickly whipped around causing handle bars to drop his hand from your shoulder. “Do not touch me again,” you seethed. “You and your men are leaving end of discussion.”
“Now now now doll. I happen to know my boss man would not like that at all, so lets talk.”
“Oh your boss man is here? Then why did he send his little bitch to do his negotiating?” came the smart alec remark.
Handle bars just stared at you. Contemplating his next move. “He’s around here somewhere. You don’t want to meet him though. He’ll have you begging for him to take this shitty thing you call a community from you.”
That was the last straw. Before you thought twice about it you threw your fist and it connected with his nose. “Shit!” he yelled clearly disoriented as he clutched his now bleeding nose. A few of his people ran forward quickly restraining you from hitting him again.
“What kind of fuckin’ bullshit is going on here?” boomed a voice from a man that walked from behind the first truck.
“Boss, this little-” he started.
“Say it and I’ll kick you in the balls so hard they are always blue,” you interrupted.
The bosses head snapped towards you. He took a few steps before you turned to face him, the men still restraining your arms. “Just who the fu-” he stopped his eyes catching yours. “(Y/N),” he whispered.
That’s when it clicked. Negan. He still had the same swagger he had four years ago. Those radiating brown eyes peered into your (y/e/c) ones. “Negan,” you choked out. The emotions you had pent up over the years finally came to the surface. Your eyes filled with tears, a few escaped quickly and flowed down your cheeks. You tried to break out of the men’s hold, only for them to hold on tighter.
“Let her go,” he instructed. His own eyes brimming with tears. His men hastily dropped their arms setting you free. You ran to him. He held his arms out and caught you when you basically jumped into his embrace.
He caught you effortlessly. Pulling you into his lean body. The cool material of the leather jacket pressed tightly against your cheek. His arms were wrapped around your shoulders, his face pressed against your hair so he could breathe in your scent.
Your arms were wrapped around his torso, pulling him as close as possible. Your sobs were muffled as you tried to cuddle into him more than you possibly were now.
“Shhhh,” he soothed. His hand rubbing small circles on your back trying to calm you down. “Darling. Shhhhh. Calm down, it’s okay.” He was trying his best to console you but it wasn’t working. Not the least bit.
It took a few minutes for your sobs to quiet down. Negan’s hand still rubbing your back. Your eyes were red when you looked up at him. He loosened his hold you and scooted back so he could get a look at you.
“There she is. There is that bad ass I know. You know, I’ve missed those gorgeous (y/e/c) eyes of yours,” he sighed. “God, I missed you so much,” he said as he pulled back into him.
You reluctantly let go of him. Taking a few steps back, you wiped your eyes looking at him. “Where do we go from here?,” you asked.
“I don’t know. Hell we can’t take you to the cleaners. Let’s go talk. Catch up. It’s been what four years? Show me to your humble home.” He reached out his hand which you gladly accepted pulling him down the street to your home.
You walked hand and hand down the street, reliving moments you had shared in what seemed like a past life. You couldn’t help but wonder what life would be like if you’d stayed together and not have gotten separated.
“Stop thinking about it,” he said breaking you out of your thoughts. “Don’t think about what could of been. We found each other. That’s all that matters now.”
“Here it is,” you said totally ignoring him. “Welcome to my home.”
You still held his hand as you walked up the stairs, cross the threshold and into your house. “Wow. This place is magnificent!”
“Thanks,” you replied.
“Come here,” he said motioning with his hands for you to come over to him. You walked over to him. He instantly grabbed your cheeks placing his lips on yours. You nearly fainted. He felt the same as he did when you first met. Your lips met his is in fierce unrestricted passion. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed you like this.
You broke apart breathlessly. Your hands cupping his face. Your fingers rubbing over that salt and pepper scruff that graced his face.
“Hot damn, it’s been a long time hasn’t?” he asked rhetorically. He already knew that answer. “Been a hell of a long time since I’ve had some sweet pussy, ya know?”
You slapped his across the chest. Your eyes playfully wide. He acted hurt like he was shot in the chest from your actions. You heard him let out a hearty laugh. “Doll, I’m just kidding,” he said as he pulled you back into his body.
“Negan, I haven’t,” you started. “Not since you,” you whispered into his chest. You felt his body tighten around you.
You pushed away from him. Running your hand through your hair, you looked up at him. He stood there emotionless. Like contemplating the pros and cons of this situation.
Suddenly before you could blink, he was on you again. His lips hard against yours. You moaned as he bit at your bottom lip and his tongue forced its way into your mouth.
You broke away. Earning a groan from him. “Upstairs. Bedroom now,” you commanded. He quickly nodded his head as you took his hand pulling him up the stairs.
When you walked into the bedroom, you pulled that red scarf off his neck before pushing his leather jacket to the floor. You made quick work of his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. “I think you a bit over dressed baby doll? Whatcha say?”
You nodded and pushed him to he lay on his back on the bed. You watched him prop himself up on his elbows as you put on a show for him while undressing.
You hastily stripped out of your clothes and undergarments. You stalked over to the bed slowly crawling up his body leaving small kisses all the up his chest as you straddled his hips. He groaned when you ground you bare hips into his barely covered ones.
His hands reached around you lovingly rubbing your sides before finding their way to your ass pulling you harder into him. You leaned down and covered his neck in small kisses till you found the spot that allows drove him wild. He moaned when you sucked on his sweet spot, remarking your territory.
“Darling.. all this is lovely in all, but I’m gonna need you to hurry up,” he croaked out. His hard covered arousal pressed against your naked heat.
“I’m about to do something you loved,” you whispered leaning down to his ear. “I’m going to ride you, just like old times.” You snaked one hand down in his boxer stroking his erection in your hands. He groaned. You skillfully slid down his boxers. “Move,” you order. He slid to the top of the bed, his back resting against the headboard.
You crawled back over him, your legs on each side of his waist. You grabbed his thick length and slowly lowered yourself onto him. It felt good, but it also hurt. After a few minutes, the sting began to fade.
“Holy fuckin’ shit! You are still as tight as the last time. Shit,” he moaned.
You grabbed his broad shoulders and started to move up and down on him. He instinctively grabbed your waist. “Oh, god,” he moaned. After a few minutes of getting used to him again, you picked up your pace.
The grip of his hands on your hips tightened. You felt him fill up every inch of you. “Faster,” he encouraged as he helped move your hips up and down on him.
Before long the pace he was setting with you was wildly fast and totally incredible. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as he moved his hip hard meeting yours as he thrust up into you.
“Fuck,” you moaned dropping your head to his shoulder allowing him to take over, like he wasn’t already. “Negan,” you panted feeling close to completion.
“Do it. Come on baby doll. Do it.” His hand found its way to your clit rubbing circles leading you over the edge.
“Negan! Shit.” You moaned as the orgasm tore through you. He thrusted a few more times before you felt him twitch and he spilled inside you.
“Fuck, that was amazing (y/n).” Negan said whispering in your ear. Your head never left his shoulder.
You finally found the strength to pull off of him. You softly rolled onto your back already sore. You felt him move until he was laying down beside you. He softly lifted your head and he slid under becoming your pillow.
“I lost you once,” he started. “I found you and now I’m never letting go,” he said the emotion thick in his voice. You felt him place a his on the top of your head. “Go to sleep,” he loosely commanded. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
You fell asleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat in your ear. The heartbeat that you thought was dead. The heartbeat that you searched for over and over. The heartbeat that owned you heart.
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Toothache
Warnings: Language. Negan. I think this is FLUFF. (I really need someone to clarify the whole category thing to me.)
Request: Hi can you do an imagine were the reader has toothache and doesn’t want to go to Dr. Carson for an extraction because she was scared of dentists every time. She doesn’t want that Negan hears and sees something about but he will and tries to comfort her. (She is not one of Negans wives because she didn’t want to) - @meryemapple
A/N: I hope you enjoy @meryemapple !!! I hope this is what you requested. I got off the tracks at one point and there was no coming back, my bad. Sorry if it sucks…… Enjoy anyway!! I SUCK AT COMING UP WITH TITLES.
(Can we just take a moment??? Holy hell) (credit to original gif owner/maker)

Pain radiated through your gums as you laid in the middle of your queen size bed. You groaned as you rolled over to smother your face in your pillows. You had a fuckin toothache. The same toothache that had been bothering your for the past week.
You didn’t want to go see Carson to get it removed. You always tried to avoid doctors and dentist at all cost. This was no exception. It would go away eventually or you would get used to the pain and move on. Right now though, you weren’t going anywhere.
The tooth hurt like a bitch. You couldn’t eat properly because if you tried to bite down on something hard, you would cringe and stop eating immediately.
So you lay here. Curled up in bed. Whimpering every time you moved your mouth or turned your head. You had to get up soon or Negan would be here to pester you. You didn’t want that.
You moaned as you swept your legs over the edge of your bed. You didn’t want to get up. Your head was already pounding.
You slipped out of the bed and instantly regretted waking up. Slipping on a fresh outfit and shoes, you walked out the door and down the long hallways on the sanctuary. You had to work, these valuable points will help you in the long run.
You smiled lightly at the people you passed as you walked to the door of the mess hall already incredibly loud with people talking among themselves. You let out a huff and pulled the door open. The sounds immediately made your head pound even more.
Maybe a few eggs would help. They would be soft and it wouldn’t take much effort to chew.
You walked deeper into the mess hall, the sounds were not helping your head at all. You walked towards the front of the line.
“Can I just have eggs and maybe a soft biscuit,” you asked tucking your hair behind your ear.
The woman behind the counter shook her head and scurried off into the back to prepare your food. She returned within five minutes, your tray of food in her hands. “Here you go miss. I hope you enjoy,” she smiled handing you the tray.
You returned the smile and grabbed the tray in your hand. You turned and saw an empty table and made your way towards it. You sat down by yourself and gingerly ate your eggs.
The eggs felt good. It was good to actually have some food you could eat. You decided to risk it and took a bite of the biscuit. Big mistake.
“Holy shit,” you groaned automatically bringing your hands to cradle your cheeks. That biscuit was a bad idea and you knew it, but you wanted it so fuckin’ bad.
You pushed the tray away and almost sprinted out of the room. People looked at you like you were crazy, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to sleep. Sleep away the pain. Sleep away the day. You were in such a hurry, you didn’t notice a certain pair of eyes trained on you as you scurried out of the room.
When you arrived at your room, you pushed the door open and shut it behind you. You were laying on your bed when a small knock echoed through the room. “Come in,” you groaned. You knew who it was, you didn’t even bother to ask.
You smelled him close in on the bed before you actually heard him. He smelled of leather, cigarettes, and whiskey. That classic Negan smell. “Doll, are you okay?” he asked laying down on the bed next to you.
“Yeah. I’ll be fine. Just a little toothache and headache, just need a nap then I’ll be ready to go to work,” you replied snuggling into your pillow.
“Toothache? Is that the same tooth that has been hurting for a week now?”
“Yeah,” you replied sheepishly.
“Why don’t you go to Carson and get that damn thing fucking removed?” he asked rubbing his hand up and down your arm.
“I told you. I hate dentists. The only way you’ll get me there is if you drug me and tie me up and take me there.”
He chuckled. “Darling. I can thing of another way we can have fun with you being tied up and drugged.”
You slapped him arm across the arm, earning a yelp from him. “I’m not one of your wives. That means no sex. Go pester one of them if you need to get off so badly.”
He groaned. “I’m not giving up on you. One day you will cave and you’ll be my wife, but for now I hope you enjoy the benefits.”
You sighed. He was right. One day he’d ask and you’d cave, but that day wasn’t today.
“I have to get up. I have to go to work,” you said slowly raising up. The pain in your gums was still strong. Truth be told you weren’t going anywhere and Negan knew it.
You closed your eyes the pain was almost unbearable. Maybe you should follow Negan’s advice and go get the damn thing removed. “You want to just rip it out here and now? You could just pull it out and then I’d sleep the day away? What do you say?” you asked him.
He chuckled. “I’m not pulling your tooth out here. If you want it removed, then I’ll take you to Carson tomorrow.” He opened his eyes just in time to see the fear painted on your face. “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time.”
“That still doesn’t help,” you replied annoyed. You groaned and collapsed back into your pillows turning your back to him.
“I know,” he whispered in your ear. “Rest. We will get through tomorrow, tomorrow. For today, rest.” He kissed the side of your head. You felt his weight shift and you flipped over and grabbed his wrist before he could slide out of the bed.
“Negan… If I’m ordered to lay here and rest. Will you lie with me and just forget about your responsibilities for today?” you asked him hopefully. Even though you weren’t his wife, you still liked him cuddling with you even if it happened once in a blue moon.
He sat there silently debating it over for a minute or two. You heard him sigh followed by the sound of two thuds as his boots hit the ground. A small smile crept onto your face. You felt his hot breath on your neck as he positioned himself behind you wrapping his arm around you.
“You better thank your lucky stars you are in good with the boss,” he whispered in your ear. His scruff scratched the back of your neck as he lowered his head and planted a single kiss on your neck.
“Negan. Stop. Sleep,” you scolded.
“Yes ma’am,” he mocked. You slightly smirked. You could get used to him. To this. He just had to work harder. You slowly faded into a peaceful sleep, the tooth that was giving you such a hard time hardly bothered you right now.
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Why Didn’t You Tell Me?
Warnings: cuss words. Negan. I think this classifies as fluff??
Request: If you’re still doing requests, could I please ask for one where the reader finds out she’s having Negan’s baby, but she’s scared to tell him (because she thinks he won’t want her anymore or the baby bc she thinks he sees her as just another one of his wives, but she’s wrong; he loves her, just hasn’t said it bc Negan being Negan, lol.) and she doesn’t..until he finds evidence/figures it out and confronts her about it? I need all the angst and fluff! LOL - anon
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The sounds of lips on lips radiated through the room. Negan had one of his many wives in his room. He wanted to do something that made him forget about you.
His body was here. One of his wives was here. Everything was right, but at the same time everything was wrong.
His mind was on you. All this thoughts were on you. He thought about how you’ve been acting strange lately. Usually you were tucked tightly under his arm when he wanted a companion for the night.
Recently, every time he asked for one of his wives, you never where the one to show up. He thought about when every morning that he walked into the wives’ lounge, you were always ‘sick’. He seemed to buy the idea and walked out without another word.
He noticed, when he actually saw you, that you had stopped wearing your tight black dress. Instead, you wore skinny jeans, with a loose flowing shirt. It didn’t cling to your body, which he missed dearly.
It had been weeks since you’d last been with Negan. When he did she you, his breath caught in his throat. On some days you looked pale. Other you looked healthy. Even then your beauty lit up the room.
He broke away from his wife. “Holy hell,” he said slapping his hand over his mouth, wide eyed. He stepped away from her. He needed to talk to you and talk to you now. “Where is (y/n)?”
“I don’t know Neggy. Probably hold up in her room,” she said as she tried to reattach her lips to his.
He reacted instantly moving out of her grasp. “Oh come on Neggy,” she purred running her hand over his chest. “Don’t let (y/n) ruin what is happening here.”
He swatted her hand off his chest letting out a chuckle. “There isn’t anything going on here. I got to go.” He hurriedly walked out the door and down the hall towards your room. What had he done to make you so afraid to tell him?
He knocked once and tried to open the door only to find it was locked. You had locked it as a signal to leave you alone. You heard the knock and the jingle of the door knob, but you still laid in bed.
He heard you groan. “Darlin’, come open the door.” You still laid there. Willing him to go away. You didn’t want to talk to him.
He knocked again. You figured he’d just bust through the door, he didn’t. He just kept knocking. “I can do this all day darlin’,” he taunted.
You groaned as you rolled out of the bed. You padded across the floor towards the door. You threw the door open. His hand was raised as if he was about to knock again. “Well hello there darlin’,” he said as he brushed past you into your room.
You rolled your eyes as you shut the door. You turned to face him, arms crossed over your chest. “What do you want Negan?” you asked already annoyed with him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice sounded cold.
You froze. How did he find out? Who told him? When you found out that person was going to suffer.
“Wha- What are you taking about?” you choked out.
“Don’t play dumb with me. You’ve been avoiding me for the fuckin past month and a half almost. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Negan. I don’t know what your talking about,” you tried to sound convincing. You were failing miserably.
“You’re pregnant,” he said factually. The air that you were breathing suddenly got caught in your throat. He walked over to you. He towered over your frame. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered his hands cupping your face, his forehead resting against yours.
You snapped out of you paralyzed state and melted into his hands. “I couldn’t. I’m sorry. I’ll take care of it.” Your voice was soft and heavy with sad emotions.
“What do you mean ‘you’ll take care of it’?”
You looked up at him, tears brimming the edge of your eyes. “I’ll get rid of it,” you chocked out. He didn’t want this.
“No you most certainly will not.”
You looked up at him. Your eyes wide. A loose tear fell down your cheek. “What?” You were surprised. You thought he would demand you got rid of his child.
“You’re not getting rid of anything, baby doll. Well expect this fuckin��� this thought that I would resent and avoiding me at all damn cost. Yeah that can go right this second.”
You laughed as you buried your head into his chest. “You want this?” you mumbled pressed tightly into his chest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders.
“Baby doll, I’ve never wanted nothing more.”
“Why? Why do you want me? I’m just another wife Negan. You can have this with anyone. Why me?”
“If you think you’re just another one of those women. Then we need to have a serious discussion.”
You stayed that way for a few more minutes. Taking in all the things he had said. He wanted this. He wanted your child.
Reluctantly pulled away from him. “I should have of told you sooner. I’m sorry.”
Negan sighed. “I shouldn’t made you think I’d hate you. God, your nothing like them.” He brought one hand up to your cheek and brought his lips slowly to yours. The kiss lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away. “I should of told you this sooner. I love you, (y/n).”
You grinned as you stood on your tippy toes and placed a small kiss on his lips. “Where do we go from here?”
“I say we have a little celebration right here and now,” he smirked. “Then I spend the rest of my days making you and the bundle of joy happy. What ya say?”
“I’m game,” you replied as his lips crashed into yours.
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