#now negan ?

[ex0rin]

Against the grain, kid. Always against the grain.

The Walking Dead S07E08 | Hearts Still Beating

[grimesrhees]

To Manhattan

pairing: maggie rhee x reader

genre: angst, slight fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: some blood mentioned

summary: reader accompanies maggie in finding Negan to get back her son. they are headed to Manhattan and while there, reader gets hurt. protective maggie thruout<3

notes: not my favorite thing i've written but i still hope you enjoy it! shoutout to @idkwthgoitmww for helping me brain storm & @cosmowitch133 for giving me a due date to finally finish writing lol<3 also i use * next to things that i write context for at the end of a paragraph!

His handshake was firm, but also sweaty, as you took it to introduce yourself.

“Name’s Negan, but I suppose Maggie’s already told you all about me…” he said with a slight nervous chuckle, quickly letting go of your hand.

You could feel Maggie’s eyes boring into you and tracking every movement Negan made simultaneously.

“Y/N. And yeah, no shit I know who you are. But judging by that sweaty palm of yours hopefully we won’t have much to worry about with you. Guess an unexpected knife to the throat* by a blast from the past will do that,” you spat back. You knew you didn’t have to be harsh, that he had done redeeming things since the line up you’d heard about from all those years ago. But you loved Maggie so fiercely, you couldn’t let yourself be cordial.

*in dead city, when Maggie tracks Negan down, she holds a knife to his throat when meeting him again*

“Damn, where’d you find this one Maggie? She’s got a spark to her; I like that in a wom-”

“Enough!” Maggie snapped with a boom, cutting Negan off before he could finish his typical crass remark.

Negan held up his hands and backed up, eyebrows raised.

“Message received, loud and clear. Now I know this ain’t just a cute little meet and greet, so would you mind telling me what the hell you want from me?”

~~~~~

Maggie filled Negan in on all the necessary details of Herschel Junior’s capture, including why he was needed in the first place. Negan knew the Croat from the founding days of the Saviors. His past with the Croat was the key to all of this. Negan was going to help get Herschel home. He was unaware that his helping was actually giving himself away, right back into the arms of the past he desperately tries to get away from. For now, your journey was taking you to north to Manhattan.

~~~~

When you arrived in Manhattan it didn’t take long to get on the Croat’s trail. You met a group of native New Yorkers who were, thankfully, not yet under the Burazi’s* control. And they were willing to help take them on no matter the cost.

*name of the Croats group, Croatian for brothers*

As you all made your way towards the Burazi’s Stadium base, you couldn’t help but notice the way Maggie positioned herself. If you were walking together, she made sure she was in between you and Negan. If you needed to pass by him, she quickly ushered you in front of her with a gentle touch to your lower back. Anytime he’d ask you a question or try and make conversation, Maggie would answer for you. She wouldn’t dare hold your hand though, even when she desperately wanted to. Maggie didn’t want to give Negan even an inch because he’d take a mile and run with it.

Negan once again was trying to talk to you while the three of you scouted ahead of the group. You were treading a little farther in front of Maggie and Negan when you heard him speak behind you.

“Hey, slow down would ya, you’re practically leavin’ smoke behind ya,” he snickered and faked a cough.

Maggie started to protest but you cut her off. Turning and walking backwards you faced them both.

“Maggie it’s alright, I’m used to his snarky remarks by now. And you,” you pointed and squinted at Negan, “you really don’t know when to shut the fuck up do you? Please do me the favor and do just that before I slap-” before you could finish your sentence, you felt your foot get caught on something. Turning quickly to look for what you caught on was a big mistake because before you knew it your knee was in searing pain. On the way down you knocked the back of your head on the sidewalk and landed on your ass. The trash and debris mixed with walker bodies you tripped on clattered, at what seemed an ear shattering level in a walker infested city at night.

“Fuck!” Was all you could shout before biting your tongue so you wouldn’t howl in pain. You knew you’d just called all the walkers within a half mile ear shot with that fall.

Maggie rushed over to you at lightning speed and knelt beside you.

“Are you alright?” She took her fingers and placed her thumb on your chin to look your face over. “Where are you hurt; can you walk?” she asked quickly with a panic in her voice.

You moved your arm to the back of your head and touched the spot you hit. When you drew your arm back forward, blood covered your fingers where you had felt. You looked up at Maggie, seeing only concern painting her face before your vision got blurry.

“My head… and” you pointed towards your leg wincing, “my knee. Mags I feel dizzy…” you whispered.

You felt Maggie begin to try and lift you up. The shuffling and innumerable growls were getting closer, but you could feel yourself fading fast. You went limp into her body, head spinning.

“Stay with me here!” Maggie shouted into your ear, but her words were garbled and faint.

Negan stepped forward and started to reach for you. Maggie stepped back instinctively, staring at him with a fire blazing in her eyes. She didn't ever want Negan touching you. But she knew she had to let him. Her eyes flashed to desperation and fear briefly before leaning your hanging body towards him. He gave Maggie a reassuring nod before scooping you up quickly into his arms. They both darted between alleyways, dodging and killing all the walkers they encountered before finally finding a safe building to crash in. Sometime during all that running and fighting you’d blacked out, hearing only the plunging of weapons into skulls and guttural growls of the walkers.

Your eyes fluttered open to dim, unfamiliar surroundings which startled you upright. Maggie reached over and gently rested her hand on your arm, calming you down in an instant. You extended your arm and put your hand on top of hers, its warmth comforting.

“Thank god you’re awake, you scared the shit outta me!” Maggie said with a shake in her voice. She reached over you with her other arm to fix a strand of hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear; before beginning to caress your cheek with her thumb. “How’re you feelin? You banged yerself up pretty good back there.”

Your cheeks flushed at the gesture, replying quietly, “Oh y’know, I’m just peachy keen,” switching to a serious tone, “We need to get going again though. Lost enough time waiting for me to wake up already.” With that you started to get up, wincing at the pain in your knee as you stood.

Maggie rose swiftly next to you and put her hands on your waist to steady your swaying body. You patted her one hand to assure that you were fine and could stand on your own.

“You’re not “peachy” and you know it. And you ain’t goin’ anywhere, you hit your head, hard.”

“I’ll be fine, it’s just a bump ‘n a bruise. I’m not staying here Maggie, and you know it. I’m not leaving you alone. Besides, you can’t tell me what to do anyways,” you muttered the last sentence out.

Maggie raised an eyebrow at you, causing you to suppress a growing smile spreading across your face. She knew that statement was a load of shit, it was mutually understood that you always listened to her every word, but just not this time. Shaking her head, she nudged your shoulder to make you wobble. You let out a laugh and nudged her back whilst steading yourself against her.

“Y’know,” Negan chuckles from afar, waving his pointer finger to Maggie then you back and forth “you and her, Maggie, it fits.”

You both shot him a glaring look for eavesdropping but softened to half smiles. The cheeky bastard was right. Maggie grabbed your hand and held it tight.

“Alright, let’s all shut up and get goin’,” you suggested and started moving, Maggie’s hand gripped firm in your own with no chance of escape anytime soon.

[bring-forth-his-sac]

pls more dad negan (including reader like in your drabble) 😭🙏 that drabble was so cute!!! <3

summary: Negan wakes up with the two people he loves most

word count: 1.3k

“Negan? Negan, are you awake?”.

Negan knows it’s a good morning when your voice is the first thing he hears. Another day in this apocalyptic paradise— which is something he doesn’t say lightly.

Despite the skulls he’s had to crack, the years he spent behind bars and the losses he’s had, Negan would do it all over again if it meant meeting you… and the other special lady in his life. Speaking of which, he’s starting to wonder why he didn’t wake up to her usual wailing.

He grunts slightly as he opens his eyes.  The warmth of the bed feels just right for the cold day. 

“Morning darlin,” Negan greets you with a sleepy grin “we finally getting some mama and daddy time?”.

You smile, swiping a stray strand of hair off his forehead. “I wish but…” you sigh tiredly “look down”.

With wary eyes, Negan tilts his head down and finds his little heat source cuddled in between you both, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Hm, was wondering why the bed was so warm” he says, bringing a finger down to trace her small face.

You let out a laugh as you get comfy beside your husband. “She woke me but it’s too early to start the day” you mumble against your pillow.

“So she’s been promoted to our bed now, huh?” Negan raises an eyebrow, his eyes still on the little terror. Suddenly a small hand comes up, fingers clenching and unclenching.

Giving into her (like always), Negan lifts your daughter up so she’s resting in the centre of his chest. It’s only in times like this do you notice how much she’s grown in the past few months, still so small but full of so much personality. 

“You tryin’ to steal all the attention I should be giving mama?” he asks her “is that your masterplan?”.

Stifling a yawn, you shift onto your side as you shuffle down the bed and tug the blanket up to your shoulders. “Just like her father, she loves the attention” you tease.

“But I think she’s got your stubbornness,” he says softly, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

Negan settles back into the pillow, cradling the baby against his chest. His hand gently brushes her wisps of hair.

Give it another month or two and she’ll have hair long enough to tie up and style properly. You can already imagine Negan trying to style her: tying her hair up into a tuft full of bows and glittery hair bands. After all, it’s only the best for his little girl.

“You ever think we’d be here? Doing this?” he murmurs, pulling you out of your daydreams “I mean, hell, I’ve been through some shit, but this… this is different”.

You smile, watching him with an affectionate gaze “It’s everything, isn’t it?”.

The baby babbles as if to agree. Her legs kick out slightly before she relaxes again. Despite being up since 4am, she’s still not tired and opts to listen in to your conversation instead of resting her eyes like you hoped.

Negan rubs her back soothingly, watching as your baby tries to cram her fist into her mouth. Trying to carefully corral her hand away from getting gnawed, Negan mutters “Now, if we can just get her to sleep through the night, I’ll be even happier”.

You smile sleepily, still trying to shake off the fog of an early wake-up. 

“She definitely has you wrapped around her finger,” you comment, watching as she loses interest in trying to get her fist into her mouth and tries to tug on one of Negan’s fingers instead. “Literally” you add.

He grins down at the baby, making a funny noise that gets her to coo in response. You snicker “Oh yeah, she’s definitely got you figured out, Mr. Tough Guy”.

Negan looks at you with exaggerated offense, feigning a dramatic gasp. Clearly entertained, the baby gurgles and babbles as Negan continues his one-man show.

“What? Me? Tough guy? I’m a loving father, damn it! I’m a doting… badass… fucking machine daddy. And nothing more!” He kisses the top of the baby’s head with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ sound. 

Negan looks over at you with a wink but before he can notice how your eyes are growing heavier, the baby coos for his attention again. 

“But this little princess on the other hand?,” he talks in an exaggerated manner “Oh she’s gonna be trouble!”.

You let out a small, sleepy laugh but it’s quickly swallowed up by a yawn. “Yeah, well, she already thinks she’s the boss” You shift a little, getting more comfortable.

Negan chuckles, looking down at the baby like she’s his new best friend. It’s uncanny how much your little baby girl can look so similar to your husband— and yet if you say that out loud, Negan will insist she looks more like you.

Negan raises her tiny fist as if she’s about to start swinging. “Damn right she’s the boss!” He exclaims “Just wait until I teach her the good shit. Killing walkers, turning on the charm— oof!”.

He stops when you poke his side under the blanket. With a lazy smile you mumble “Maybe wait until the baby can walk first before teaching her to kill walkers”.

Your eyelids feel like they’re made of lead and the bed is so warm and comfortable, it feels impossible not to close them just for a while. You snuggle deeper into the blankets, your body practically melting into the mattress. 

“Alright, alright, mama has a point” Negan concedes before getting back to playtime with his mini-me.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t start teaching ya how to work that charm. First lesson: how to look cute and get everything you want” Negan says as if she can understand every word.

The baby blinks, her mouth open as she listens closely. Negan laughs softly, completely amused “Already a pro”.

“Actually and while we’re at it,” Negan continues “I’m gonna have to teach you how to change your own diapers, you’re like a goddamn fire hose attached to a sewerage plant!”.

As he rambles on, he notices how quiet you’ve become. The soft rise and fall of your chest, the way your head is slumped against the pillow, all hint that you're completely out of it. 

And to confirm his theory, you let out a small snort in your sleep. 

Negan pauses, a small smirk forming in his face. “Huh, guess that’s our queue to leave, kiddo” he whispers.

Trying his best to move slowly, Negan pulls back the covers just enough for him to get out. Manoeuvring out of the bed, Negan keeps your little offspring close to his chest. The baby gurgles, as if threatening to cry if Mama doesn't get out of bed too. For once, Negan shoots a glare at the baby, holding onto the look for a few seconds no matter how guilty it makes him feel. 

“Shhhhhh hun, let your mama sleep” he tells her, watching to make sure you don’t stir. Negan knows how hard you work. Despite how much he helps out, Negan can’t feed the baby off his man boob, nor can he lull the baby back to sleep with the same success as you. 

Without you, he knows he wouldn’t be in this situation. He would've never found a woman willing to spawn out his demonic kids and look hot as all hell while doing it!

You’ve always been his exception. You gave him hope. Not just in this world, but in himself. “C’mon you little pipsqueak you’re stuck with me for a while” Negan whispers, giving you one last look before walking out and carefully shutting the door behind him.

If there’s anyone who needs some peace and quiet, it’s you and Negan has no problem helping out with that.

[finalfreakz]

regan writers are always writing negan as the top HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE MANS LEGS??????? MEANT TO WRAPPED AROUND RICK’S WAIST!!!!!!!

[youmakethelight]

Not to be a downer, but the spin-off era has been so weird.

I waited since season 1 of twd to know where these helicopters were coming from, and then they make TOWL "an epic love story". .. why? Nothing against rick and michonne being in love, but.. I didn't need that. It just seems like such a weird decision.

And then dead city.. idk, again, just.. why? I'm so through watching maggie be miserable bc negan is in her breathing space. It's actually boring. Slow-burn will-they-won't-they, but it's about whether she'll forgive a man for gleefully murdering her husband with a baseball bat? Ok. I'm just not invested, sorry, lol.

And then they turn the Carol and Daryl spin-off into.. solo superhero man dresses like a European apocalypse model and everyone loves him.

What is going on.

[siblingskissing]

"How can you like that character? They mistreated/abused/killed your favorite!" Simple: These characters are simply the barbies in my closets. I dress them up and they dance for me and have never done anything wrong because its all pretend

[psych0ruinz]

anyway i do think Carl should have been able to straight up tell people to kill themselves. he basically did to Negan but i honestly wish it was just "kill yourself" or something more straight forward because its fun when a character is soooo blunt about how they feel.

[st4rfckerz]

negan secretly filming you while he fucks you after you swore you hated him and then presenting it to you later on and using it as blackmail

[grimeshound]

wait lowkey ,,,, regan crack fic with this premise??????? modern au regan where negan finds himself crushing on officer friendly himself & practically jumps over the moon the moment he finally gets his chance to call him

[gala-art]

"What we did, Negan, we can never do again."

“You kissed me.”

“It was a mistake. All of it.”

"Keep telling yourself that, Maggie. Maybe, one day, it'll feel true."

[dr-strange-loves-neggie]

[ex0rin]

The Walking Dead -> Comic Issue #105 (12/??)

[tarnussy]

my phone has been on silent unironically since 2003... but every now and then, I feel brave and nab sound bites from The Character™ of that era and set it as notification sound, thinking it will be whimsical and cute but it just keeps jumpscaring me

[alexpdcl]

drew one of the scenes from this regan fic I found 

[brutal-out-here]

99% of the time I forget Michonne (twd) and Okoye (Marvel) are played by the same person as well as Negan (twd) and John Winchester (Supernatural) are played by the same person

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Update on my Website/Tumblr/Discord etc.

I recently made an announcement on my website at the beginning of the month regarding the future of my writing and I just wanted to share it here too.

Engagement has been really low for a while (maybe a couple of years or more), and while I've done everything I can to try and not let it bother me, or increase it with feedback forms etc, and I've tried to be honest with you all about how it makes me feel, when there's no change there comes a point when you're just too tired to fight anymore. I force myself to write content for you guys, and I have lost my passion for posting my writing which I never wanted.

The only reason my website/Tumblr are still active is because

A) I have prewritten content that's currently posting

and

B) I'm currently out of work and rely on the money my website provides me.

So all that being said, I just wanted to be completely honest with you and let you know that I've made the decision to shut down my website/Tumblr/Discord as soon as I've found work. This could be next month or several months down the line, it's unclear yet.

But I'll be sure to keep you updated and I promise I won't leave any stories incomplete when the time does come for me to shut it all down.

Bee x