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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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“Savior” - Chapter 2

Ahhhh, I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get out! It’s just been hectic and ya know, all the other excuses out there. But I am really enjoying writing this so there will be an actually story. I won’t throw it to the waste side. Shout-out to the first person who wanted to be tagged, @neganscherryblue ! I hope ya like it! 

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You know when you store things in your brain to specifically remember later but when the time comes you can’t? Yep, I forgot all my little landmarks to get me back to the cabin house I made my own. Fuck me I guess. I can’t stop though. I won’t be controlled. I won’t go with Negan or anyone for that matter. It’s been just me for so long I don’t know any other way anymore and I’m not eager to relearn.

The sound of a car fast approaching filled my ears and I immediately darted into the woods and sped the fuck up. Yeah, try driving your scrawny ass car through these trees buddy. My “victory” was short lived when I stopped and quickly hid behind a tree. There was a herd of the dead up ahead that thankfully hadn’t seen me before I saw them. I caught my breath quietly and looked around as inspiration for something to help me. There was a decently sharp stick on the ground that I grabbed out of desperation. At the very least I could get a good slice in.

A stray corpse walked closer to me and I made quick work of taking it down and falling with it as silently as we could manage. When I was sure we were out of sight of the herd, I started gutting the bastard. Now this shit does not smell the best nor is it sanitary by any means, but it fucking works.

“Dammit,” I muttered as I remembered I was currently shirtless and had plenty of open scratches covering my torso. There was no way I could risk getting infected. So instead, I got up with the stupid little stick now drenched in infected blood and started making my way through the woods. I got a good couple of miles in before I was suddenly wrapped in a leather jacket and pulled up against a large figure. One hand held my two in place as the other kept me quiet.

“I got you once, think I can’t do it again?” I could hear the stupid smirk on his face in his words. Why the hell was I so important to this jackass? He’s got an army! The fuck am I gonna contribute? He zipped up his jacket around me and used the belt that belonged to the jacket to gag me and his pants belt to wrap me up and secure me.

We began walking back the way we came and I just accepted my fate this time. He’s not a very patient guy and he’s seemingly going easy on me considering I clocked him and ran. He didn’t have the right to kidnap me anyways but in Negan’s twisted mind, he did. I sighed and began shivering slightly as a cool breeze gusted. With my lack of shirt and leather jacket combo I was prone to be cold. Negan not only took notice but took me by surprise when he wrapped an arm around me and held me close to him. I decided not to claim it as a sweet gesture but self-preservation. He’s in a t-shirt, he’s probably fucking chilly too.

We got to the car without much trouble, a couple of rogue corpses that Negan and Lucille took care of. He turned to me at the passengers door and looked at me in a little too much of a condescending way.

“Can I trust you now, little girl?” I growled at the choice of name. I could put up with a lot of his dumb pet names but that one? Not that fucking one.

“Careful how you respond…” He practically sang, trailing off with his famous, shit eating grin. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and simply nodded. I jerk my head to the side and adjusted my jaw when the godforsaken belt was finally out. Negan shoved me in the car without undoing his second belt, barricading my torso. He settled in the drivers seat after placing Lucille between us, barbed wire facing up. The car door shut with a bang.

“Now... what the hell do I do with you?” For the first time, Negan’s voice made me nervous. He was genuinely displeased in not in the fucking hilarious way I knew he wouldn’t actually have done jackshit about. This tone... this tone was something to keep my guard up for.

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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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[rust-4-life]

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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

[pattysfics]

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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[pattysfics]

A New Way Of Life- The End.

Warning: None really… Fluff?  A/N: This is the end!! Thank you all for reading my first fan-fiction story! Sorry this is short!

Master list

It had been five years since Negan gave up his wives for you. You had requested that he didn’t make them work for points which he complied with. They had since returned to their husbands or boyfriends since Negan had dismissed them. It was about eight months after Negan had dismissed them that you told him you were pregnant. When you first told him he was surprised. Then he was giddy. Throughout the whole pregnancy Negan was always right beside you. He wouldn’t let you do anything strenuous until you snapped on him one day telling him you would do it yourself. Nine months later, you and Negan welcomed your son, Micheal Dalton. He was born with a head full of black hair that matched Negan’s. His wide brown landed on your (y/e/c) eyes. Negan was right over your shoulder his infant son clutching to his large fingers as he watched both of you. “He’s absolute perfect,” you heard Negan whisper over your shoulder before he placed a kiss on the top your head. You nodded watching your son’s brown eyes scan yours and Negan’s faces. When Michael took his first steps Negan was ecstatic. His baby boy was growing up. Of course, his first word was “Dada” which had Negan teased you about it for weeks. When Michael was two, you had once again got bitten by the pregnant bug. Negan was shocked this time because this time you both were extra careful, well except that one time. When you told Michael he was thrilled. He was going to be a big brother. Constantly he’d ask when his little sister was going to be here. You had to explain to him that you wouldn’t know whether it was a boy or girl until it was born. “I knows its a girl, mommy,” he’d tell you. This pregnancy was easier than Michael’s. You didn’t get as sick with this one. When the day came, you gave birth to a head full of (y/h/c) hair little girl that was a mirror image of you. Natalie Marie, was born on a cool fall day. Negan was thrilled when he had a baby girl that looked just like you. “Going to have to lock her up when she’s older, just to keep the boys away,” he played as Natalie grew and grew over the years. 

– Today, a warm spring day, Michael, five, was holding Natalie’s little hand as he ran with his three year old sister around the sanctuary. Both were laughing as they chased a butterfly around the grounds. You had to scold them a few times for disrupting people who were working. “Sorry mommy,” they’d call before chasing after the butterfly again. You were standing there watching them when a pair of long arms wrapped around your waist and a heavy head rested on your shoulder. “We sure did do a good fucking good job, didn’t we.” He turned his head, his bread brushing against your face as he planted a kiss on the side of your head. 

You chuckled at Negan’s words. “Yeah,” you said nodding your head. “We sure did.”

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Thank you all for reading!! Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you might of wanted!!

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[pattysfics]

A New Way Of Life ch.19

Master list 

Warnings: Language. Negan. 

A/N: Once again sorry this took so long to get out!! Thank you for sticking around and reading! All errors are mine.

It was around mid day when the convoy of trucks made its way back through the sanctuary gates. The men had cleared the warehouse of almost everything that they could fit in the trucks. There was enough general supplies so that next time the saviors went scavenging or whatever they do, they'd only have to search for food, guns, and ammo. Negan had chuckled when you walked out of the warehouse with those bags of Cheetos tucked in your arms while you snacked on another bag. He even tried to take them from you, but you turned away quickly shielding the bags from his grasps. "Come on darlin', give me some Cheetos," he played. You shook your head telling him no before you climbed in the truck putting the other bags on the floor, snacking away. When he joined you in the truck, he grabbed the bag from your hand earning a look from you which he returned with his own playful one. 

The ride home was peaceful. Fat Joey swerved around the walking corpses that were wondering aimlessly on the road. Negan made the perfect resting pillow for you lay on like always. 

You heard Negan sigh above you when the trucks came to a stop inside the gates. Fat Joey made a hasty exit out of the truck leaving you and Negan by yourselves. Leaning your head back, you saw Negan was staring down at you. His brown eyes showed his exhaustion. "Why don't we head up to my room darlin,?" he asked looking down at you. 

You knew this was going to happen. Now you had to tell him that whatever this was had to come to an end. "Um," you started. "I think I'm going to head to my room. Take a shower and get some rest," you told him pushing off him so you were sitting up. "Well why don't I fuckin' join you?" he asked sitting up clearly excited. "Not going to happen," you told him shutting that shit down. "What we have done these last two days isn't going any farther until you know," you drifted off unable to finish the sentence. "Until I know what doll? Huh? Are you about to resort back to the whole I have to give up all my fuckin wives for you?" he asked staring at you. The look in your eyes gave away your answer. You looked away from him, tears already starting to form. "Well, you are once again sadly fucking mistaken. I am not given up those lovely ladies for you. Why screw one when you can have many? Huh?" Figures. Negan was back to being the typical asshole he always was. Nodding your head you turned and opened the driver's door. Pushing it open, you slid out of the truck landing on the ground. You turned to look at him. Tears slid down your cheeks. The sorrow weighed heavy on your chest. You wanted him to stop you, to confess his love to you, but you knew that wasn't going to happen. Not now. Without another word, you turned on your heels heading towards the doors of the compound, away from Negan. You were nearing the doors to the compound when you heard the door slam followed by loud "Shit" from Negan. Hastily you swung the door open not caring at the moment if it broke off the hinges based on how hard you swung it open and it bounced off the building. You scurried up the stairs and down the hallway, tears rolling down your cheeks. Pushing the door open you trudged inside. Walking over to the dresser, you grabbed blindly at clothes to put on after your shower. A nice hot shower then a long rest in your bed sounded like the best thing in the world at this moment. Scrubbing the bubbles on your skin you tried to scrub away any trace of Negan. The way his hands felt running up and down your body. The thought of his lips pressing small kisses on you everywhere made you shiver in the warm water. His body pressed against yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted it all gone. Wanting him off of you both emotionally and physically. After taking a shower and dressing yourself you walked to the door locking it. Even if Negan wanted to talk to you, it wasn't happening now. Sighing you climbed in your bed pulling the covers over your tired form. You laid there thinking about everything Negan had done to emotionally wreck you. He told you that you reminded him of his late wife, then when you told him to get rid of his wives that he collected he flat out laughed in your face. You wanted him for yourself, but he wanted to have you with them and that wasn't going to happen. You shut your eyes finally drifting off into a Neganless state for the time being. "Darlin', please unlock the door," came Negan's voice as it pulled you out of your sleep. "Darlin'," he said again knocking on the door. "Just unlock the door," he pleaded. This wasn't like Negan. When he wanted you for something he made sure he got his way when he wanted it. Now there he was standing outside your room practically begging for you to allow him in. You laid there for a few minutes listening to Negan's knocks and pleas from behind the door. On one hand you wanted to open the door and let him in and on the other you just wanted to lay here and listen to him beg for you to acknowledge him. Groaning, you rolled over to look at the clock. 2:18 A.M. showed on the digital clock. You slowly slid out of the bed. Your feet padding softly across the cold floor towards the door. Raising your hand slowly, you hesitated. Should you unlock this door and allow him in? If he really wanted in he would of busted the door down by now.

"Darlin' please," you heard him mumble lowly. 

Slowly turning the lock, you unlocked the door. Instead of opening the door and welcoming him in with arms wide open, you turned and headed back towards your bed. When you reached the bed and sat down, the door creaked open. You watched as Negan quickly slipped in the room shutting the door behind him. "Hey," he whispered walking closer to you. "What do you want Negan?" you asked him clearly irritated that he had woke you up again early in the morning. "Whoa. Calm down with the fucking attitude doll. I came to tell you something," he said standing in front of you. His large hand grasped your chin making you look up at him. He looked tired. His hair was disheveled like he hand been running his hand through his hair while thinking or someone else had messed it up for him. "What? You come to tell me that you're kicking me out? I'll happily pack up my things and leave. No need to be here anymore." You swatted his hand out from under your chin. "Calm the fuck down," Negan demanded. "Goddamn it. Why would I be kicking you out? Geez woman. You need to pack up whatever is important to you in here though. You're moving." "What the fuck do you mean I'm moving? I'm not going anywhere except away from you and this place," you said shaking your head before looking back up at him. "Calm the fuck down," Negan yelled. His hand found its way back to your chin. "You listen to me and you fucking listen good. You will do as I say for fuckin once. Either now or later this morning you will be gathering up your shit and moving it into my room. No if, and, or, buts about it. You fucking got me darlin?" Your eyes went wide at his words. He wanted you to move into his room. From what you'd been told, no one sleeps in Negan's room well except for you those few times. "What?" you croaked out. This was surprising. "Negan..I'm not..I'm not being with you while you're with them." "Good thing you don't have to deal with them anymore then huh?," he asked as he leaned down over you. His breath hot on your ear. "They're gone," he said simply pulling back to look at you. Your world froze. Negan had given up his wives for you. He was going to make you his one and only. "But you said.. that-," you got out before Negan interrupted you. "Yeah. I know what I fuckin' said, but right now I could care less." You reached for him. Slowly you brought his lips to yours and kissed him with all your might. You leaned back, Negan's body came down with you as you laid down on the bed. His arms planted on either side of your head caging you in. You felt him start to pull back. You whimpered when his lips left yours. Both of you were left panting as he rested his forehead on yours. "You asshole," you said to him. "Why'd you have to go about it the way you did?" He chuckled over you. "Wanted a rise out of you. You bet I got one too. You ready to move or what?" "Negan it's," you turned your head to look at the clock, "it's 2:30 in the morning. Why couldn't this wait a few more hours?" "Because I wanted to tell you. I needed to tell you. Is it really 2:30," he questioned. "Sorry. I made up my mind. Woke em up, told em the news, and came straight here." You laughed under him. He smiled slightly and brought his lips back down on yours for a second before pulling back again. "So you want go ahead get everything or sleep?" "Let me gather some things then we can go to your room and sleep." "Sounds like a plan to me baby." It took roughly about forty minutes to pack up all your clothes and important stuff and get it all in Negan's room. Once all your stuff was moved in his room, Negan walked over to you and brought you into him. His long arms wrapped around you. Your face was buried in his t-shirt clad chest. "I'm feeling things I haven't felt in a long time," confessed to you. "Those feeling make me want stay in bed with you all day long, but at the same time protect you from every little thing that could happen and from anyone. I want you all to myself. Nobody else. Only you." "It was your choice." "I know. I waited to damn long to make it. I haven't said this in a long time, but (y/n) I love you." Your heart stopped at his words. He loved you. "Negan I love you too," you confessed. He gently pulled away from you making you look at him. His large hands cupped your face and he brought his lips to yours. Your lips dancing in a slow powerful dance. Negan pulled away once again. "I think it's time we go to bed." You nodded your head and walked towards his bed. You walked to the other side, you smiled at him as you flipped the cover back and slid into his bed. His mattress was a lot more comfier than yours, but he was the lead savior and he had all the best things. Now he had you. You wiggled closer to the middle of the bed, closer to Negan. He met you halfway. His head resting on his own pillow and your head resting on your own pillow as you both stared at each other in the darkness. "Get some sleep darlin'. I'll see you when you wake up." With that you fell asleep laying barely six inches from the man that had actually given up everything he said he wouldn't. The man that took your heart and it was okay if he never gave it back. ____________________________________________________________

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[pattysfics]

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

A/N: I loved writing this one!!! Thank you for sending in!! 

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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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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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A New Way Of Life ch. 18

Master list

Warning: Language. Negan. 

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out!! Thank you for reading!! I haven’t edited this yet, so all errors are mine.

It was the next morning when you woke up, Negan was still snoring up a storm in your ear. Your head was resting on his heart and your arm resting on his chest. One of his arms was wrapped around you, pulling you into him. You laughed softly against him. He was such a cuddler in his sleep. If you told him, he'd deny it till his last breath so you decided to keep it to yourself. You loved his cuddles. Skilfully, you peel his arm off of you. He shifted in his sleep and turned so his back was to you. You rolled out of the bed and found the bag that Negan had grabbed from Simon searching for your clothes. "Ah ha," you cheered when you found the clothes that Negan had packed for you along with a fresh pair of panties and another bra. 

You pulled on the undergarments and the jeans that Negan had picked out. They slid smoothly up your legs. You buttoned them and bent back down searching for a shirt. You grabbed one from the bag and slipped it over your head, it must of been one of Negan's white t shirts because it swallowed you whole. Carson had told you to re-wrap your arms when you woke up so you undid the gauze letting the skin breath for a while before Negan had to re-wrap them. You opened the door of the room and quietly slipped out avoiding waking up Negan as he slept. You tried to walk quietly down the hallway careful not to wake up Simon and that guy, but it was growing increasingly difficult with each step you took. The floor boards under your feet creaked with each step. 

When you reached the living room Simon was passed out on the couch covered in a blanket snoozing away. The other guy was dozing on the floor. You slipped past them into the kitchen. Maybe there was some kind of snack. You turned on the stove nob and to your surprise a flame lit. You just found a gas stove in the middle of the apocalypse. Most people had electric ovens by the time the world ended. You searched the cabinets and found a box of tea bags. This being Georgia, there had to be some sugar around here somewhere so you could make some sweet tea. You bent down to find a pan to boil the water in and found one within seconds. Now all you needed was water. You reached to turn on the sink and in amazement, a small stream of water flowed from faucet. You quickly shoved the pan under it filling it with enough water for your single cup of tea. You placed it on the stove after placing a tea bag in the pan. 

After a few minutes, your tea was done. You poured it into a mug that you had found. You also found some sugar and put a little in your cup. You were standing in front of the sink looking out of the window when you felt a presence behind you. Two arms snaked around your waist. Small kisses were delicately placed on your neck. You laid your head back and let the those masterful lips dance across your neck. "Good morning baby doll," came Negan's scruffy voice behind you. "Good morning," you moaned as he started to suck on your neck. "Okay... Okay stop," you pleaded. He broke away. His scruff brushing against your neck as he rose up. "You don't want me right here?" he asked pressing his jean covered arousal into your backside. You whimpered and sat down your cup. You turning to face him, you ran your hand up his bare chest till it found its way to the back of his head pulling him down to your lips. "Good morning boss," you heard from the door way. You broke away instantly turning your head towards the voice. Simon stood there already dressed for the day. His face starting to turn red. Negan chuckled as he rested his forehead on the side of your head. "Damn Simon. Why you got to cock block me this early in the day?," Negan asked raising his head to look at the other man. Your face turning red at his comment. "Uhhh, sorry boss. I made sure the men were ready to go this morning before I came to wake y'all up, but it seems you are already awake." He mumbled the last part lowering his head so that Negan wouldn't hear him. "Give us a few minutes. We have somethings to take care off," Negan grumbled as he draped his arm over you shoulder leading you out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. "Sit," he commanded to you pointing at the bed. You did as he commanded and sat on the bed as he was rummaging through the bag. "I fuckin' found it," he cheered pulling the gauze, tape, and ointment out of the bag. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside you, much like the last time he did this. "Your arms look better than yesterday. We should be home tonight so we'll let Carson look at you again," he said spreading the ointment and gently wrapping it around your arms. You nodded. Negan leaned in close. His hot breath on your neck were his kisses once were. "We need to go," you told him standing getting away from him quickly. "God you are going to kill me," he huffed rubbing his beard. He stood up and searched the bag for his shirt. "I swear I put a fuckin' shirt in here. Where the fuck did it go?" He turned his head towards you. "Are you wearing my goddamn shirt?" "Maybe," you said playfully running your hand down the shirt. "I just grabbed one and put it on. Give me my shirt and I'll give you yours?" He smirked. "Oh so you want to play fuckin' games? huh? Alright. I'll play." "Give me my shirt," you demanded. He huffed and reached back into the bag. He looked back up to you a mischievous look in his eyes. "Here," he said handing it to you before he pulled his hand that held the shirt away from you when you reached for it. "Not so fast, sweetheart." "Negan. Give me my shirt." "What are you going to do about it?" he said flirtatiously raising an eyebrow at you. "Huh? What are you going to do?" "You really want to know?" He eyed you for a minute before he threw your shirt across the room towards you. You caught it out the air and smiled at him. "Now give me my shirt." "Make me," you said playfully. "Oh, I'll make you," he said as he got to you in two quick long strides. His hands moved to the hem of the shirt and in a split second it was ripped over your head. You squealed. Negan chuckled as he slipped the shirt over his head. He placed a quick kiss on your lips. "I told you, I'd make you," he smirked. "Asshole," you muttered. "Heard that." "Once again, don't care." "Lets not keep the boys waiting any longer. Unless you want to do a lil' something else," he winked at you. "God you are pathetic," you said as you walked out of the room and down the hall. "You're not the one who is going to have to deal with a hard on all damn morning," he shouted at you as you walked away from him. You laughed. "I'm sure the guys won't mind if you take five minutes to deal with yourself," you yelled back at him. "I won't tell anyone." "Woman, you are so totally going to get it when we get back," he yelled.  You laughed loud enough so that he could hear it and walked outside to the trucks. "Morning Simon," you said walking up to the truck. "Hey. Where's Negan?" he inquired about his precious boss. "Taking care of himself. He should be out in a few minutes." Confusion painted his face. "Ohh. Didn't need to know that. Thanks." You smirked when a few minutes later Negan came sauntering out of the house towards the trucks with the bag strap over his should and Lucille in his hand. "You better now?" you asked him. "Yeah. No thanks to you. You are so totally going to pay when we get back," he said throwing the bag into the truck. "Lets get going. Lots to do today." You climbed in the truck and slid over so Negan could climb in beside you. The driver was already inside the cranked truck waiting. "You know where we're going, drive fat Joey," Negan commanded. "Yes sir," he responded shifting the truck into drive and pulling away from the unaccompanied suburb. You leaned on Negan as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder watching the road was ate up by the front of the truck on the way to the warehouse It was about ten minutes later when the truck came to a halt in front of the warehouse. Negan was out the door almost before the truck would come to a stop. You followed him out of the truck and watched from behind as his men filed out of their own trucks and stood in a group in front of him. "Alright you sorry shits, one last thing to do before we head home so ya'll can screw your wives or what not. So, let's get this over quickly so we can fuckin' head home. Ya'll know what to get so get to it," Negan said talking with his hands and Lucille. "Yes sir," the group responded before heading into the store with their bags. 

"You want to go in?" Negan asked turning to face you. He hand a bag in his hand already in hand. "Yeah. Sure," you told him. You walked over to him and attempted to grab the bag from his hand only for him to pull it away from your grasp. 

"Nah ah ah," he said playfully. "First you have to give me a kiss," he sang out. "Right here," he teased pointing towards his lips. "Nah, if I have to do that I'd rather use my hands," you told him before walking away towards the warehouse. You were almost the entrance when you turned to look at him. He was standing there dumbfounded at your words. You chuckled as you watched him. "You coming?" you inquired. He snapped out of his daze. His eyes on you as he walked up to the entrance. "You sneaky little minx," he said as he approached you. His tall lean form towered over you. You turned to walk into the building when Negan grabbed your hand quickly and turned you back around. His hands instantly cupped your face and his lips were on yours. You grabbed the front of his leather jacket melting into him for a moment before you pushed him away breathless. "Told you, you had to give me a kiss," he winked. "Give me the bag," you demanded reaching your hand towards him. "Don't think so darlin'. We are going in together. I just wanted to kiss ya," he said as he smirked at you. You just stared at him for a second before grabbing the bag from him quickly. You returned the smirk as you brushed past him. When you walked inside, the saviors were scurrying around quickly gathering all the food and other items that were needed as the sanctuary. You walked down the isles that were covered in discarded boxes from either the saviors or from the people who got here first. You weren't paying attention as you scanned the shelves looking for anything interesting that your bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry. Wasn't paying attention," you apologized. Looking up you saw it was that same guy who slept on the floor on the living room last night. "It's alright (y/n). It is (y/n) right?" asked the man before you. "Yeah that's me (y/n) (y/l/n). What is your name," you asked him. "Oh sorry thought you might know already since you are one of Negan's wives." You rolled your eyes' at that wives comment. Those dumb bitches taking the only thing you wanted. You were still hooked on the fact that if Negan wanted you to his wife, he was going to have to get rid of them. Soon you were going to make your point again.  "My name is Clay. Nice to meet you properly," he said extending his hand which you reached out and shook. "Mind if I walk around with you?" "No I don't mind. Thanks," you smiled at him. He was good looking. His brown hair was short and laid on top of his head. His dark blue eyes looked like an ocean that you could drown in. That smile was almost enough to light up the whole room. You quickly brushed those thoughts from your mind. Negan would more than likely punish Clay for even being this close to you. "How are you doing after your trip to cells?" Clay asked as you walked down the isles together putting a few items in your bags'. You stopped and stared at him for a moment. "I'm fine. Negan and I though, that is a different story," you sighed. "Is it true about your arms? Did Negan really hurt you?" he inquired further. "Yeah," you said lowly. "But it's fine. He wasn't thinking right," you defend Negan. "Sometimes he just gets angry and he acts before he thinks," you defended him further walking down the isles after finishing it up on that isle. "If you were mine, I wouldn't hurt you. I'd treat you like a queen," he said flatly as you walked in front of him. You smiled slightly thinking that if Negan heard this conversation that Clay would be a dead man. "Keep dreaming. You better hush up before Negan hears you," you suggested. "Oh my gosh," you squealed. "Is that hot Cheetos?," you ran up to the shelf. Standing on your tippy-toes, arms stretched towards the sky you still couldn't reach the bags that lined the shelf that was almost at the top. "Sure looks like it. You need some help?" "Help me get these Cheetos," you pleaded. "Maybe I'll let you keep a bag. Maybe." "I'll help you, but you can keep them all I don't like hot Cheetos," came Clay's reply as he reached over you easily grabbing the bags of Cheetos off the shelf. "Here darlin'. I hope you enjoy your Cheetos." You quickly grabbed the Cheetos from him. Instead of putting the Cheetos in your bag, you held in your arms. Negan would let you keep these. He had to. "Don't call me darlin'. Negan call me that. Don't do it," you told him before walking down the isle towards the door. "Also, thanks for the fucking Cheetos," you shouted over your shoulder a grin on your face as you opened the bag and ate a few Cheetos.

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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)

A/N: Request are still open! I may not get to it right away, but I will get it out ASAP. 

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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[pattysfics]

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

A/N: I hope this is to up to everyone’s satisfactory level! It was really fun to write! 

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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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