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moonysbxtch0 · 1 year ago

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Part 1 : Concupiscent *Lustful/sensual*

Summary : "Write." Professor Negan carefully placed a sheet of white paper in front of you,he was towering behind you,his presence making you shiver.He bend forward slightly and brought his lips close to your ear,his tone dropped a few octaves lower than usually."Your sexual fantasies. All of them."

Characters: Negan x reader (second pov)

Warnings : 18+ , Age gap (reader is college age while Negan is on his early 40s) ,smut (fem receiving oral, fingering,penetration,possibility of getting caught, edging, teasing, dom Negan, dirty talking, Negan’s foul mouth obviously ,professor kink, slight daddy kink ,cheating (Negan is married), jealousy.

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/47658601/chapters/120127168

Notes : This fic is supposed to be about five chapters so all the warnings will be revealed fully in the upcoming chapters. Wanted to drag it a bit because I can’t write smut without plot.

"Write." Professor Negan carefully placed a sheet of white paper in front of you,he was towering behind you,his presence making you shiver.He bend forward slightly and brought his lips close to your ear,his tone dropped a few octaves lower than usually."Your sexual fantasies. All of them."

You were speechless. At first you didn't quite understand what he had said because you had been focused only on his suffocating smell,his cologne smelled so good. The second you had entered inside his office you had noticed it and your head had gotten dizzy. Trying to snap out of your thoughts ,you moved your eyes around and then they landed on his arm which had caged you. He was ripped for that much you were sure.Wait. Had you heard that right?"Ehm sir?" You titled your head in his direction,his expression didn't show any indication that he was joking.How the fuck was he so calm? He was acting as if he told you to write the grocery list and not your sexual fantasies.

"Do as you're told to." The professor wasn't smiling,his tone was cut and firm." It's either that, either I tell Gregory that I caught you and your friends smoking your stash on school grounds. Your choice."

His tone as he spoke... something inside of you snapped. Sure ,you had back talked to the professor many times,had had your fair share of fights with him but whenever he gave you detention he usually just joked around,made you clean his bat , write lines or simply let you go with a warning. Today clearly wasn't one of those cases.

Today he had rescued your ass from professor Carol,she was supposed to give you detention for causing trouble in her class and professor Negan had asked her for you to go with him because he had something to discuss about the upcoming basketball tournament. You had been confused because what was there to discuss and in private for more? You had quietly followed him to his office,had taken your seat and you didn't know what you were expecting but it clearly wasn't this.

You took one last look at his face, waiting for him to say that he was joking or that you had misheard him but the look he gave you told you enough,he wasn't playing. Your palms were starting to sweat,you dropped your eyes to the paper in front of you and bit your lip nervously. Were you seriously going to out your kinks to your professor? You gulped,your throat felt dry..."Is this a joke?"You had to at least ask. You didn't move your eyes from your paper as you spoke.

"Does it seem like I'm joking? Write."He ordered. You grabbed hold of the pen he had given to you and wrote whatever you saw fit and appropriate. Anything that involves...Praise kink, degradation kink, being dominated. You just hoped that he was satisfied with this much,you didn't want to humiliate yourself more than you already felt.He took a step closer, grabbed hold of the paper,it rustled when he picked it up then in a matter of seconds he put it back down."We both know there's more to that list."A hint of chuckle could be heard on his voice then in a matter of seconds his voice changed again,it became authoritative." Don't make me repeat myself.Write."

You cussed under your breath and decided to play it safe as you scribbled a few more on the paper, breathplay, bondage...you for sure were not going to let him know about your heavy professor kink. You were pretty sure that he would use that in his own advantage at some point and you couldn't handle being teased by him in front of your whole class because this man had no shame. You had witnessed it with your own eyes and ears what he could do when he knew something he was not supposed to.

"Okay then,if that's all." You let out a sigh of relief. He took the paper and your eyes followed his movement. He opened one of the drawers and put it there. He gently put a hand on your shoulder and leaned forward to whisper on your ear one more time."Now strip."

Was he out of his damn mind?" What has gotten through him today?You locked eyes with him ,his eyes were drowning you in,it felt as if they were hypnotising you " That's quite... unprofessional?" Hell you'd do it ,in a heartbeat but you were thinking hard ...was this a game of his...what was he thinking?

Negan scoffed, his grip on your shoulder tightening. "There's no place for questions.You're here to do what you're told to. I know very well what's inside that pretty little head of yours." He removed his hand from your shoulder and then pointed at your temple twice with his index finger, barely touching your skin.

"I-" why were you even debating this topic in the first place?You've always had the hots for him,you had always tried to get his attention whenever you came across him, you had even gone as far as memorised his whole schedule so you would come across him on the halls. You were obsessed with him and if he wanted you,you wanted him more , simple as that. He created a bit of space between the two of you after flipping the chair you had sat on so you could face him. Your eyes were following his movements,he rested his hip against the desk and you were in front of him, still unsure of what to do.

"I don't have all day." You nodded meekly and one by one started discarding your clothes slowly, keeping your eyes on him. He smirked devilishly as he ran his tongue over his lips."Just like that, look at me while you get undressed for me."

All of your clothes were on the floor,you were naked and the eyes that raked your body made you start feeling hot and bothered in a good way.You just gave him a show but if he thought that that was all he was mistaken.You wet a finger with your mouth,a trail of spit following as you moved it down your collarbone, chest, abdomen and soon enough to your crotch. You found your clit and started stroking it , imagining that it was his hand that was doing that instead of yours. His eyes were glued on you ,more like your hand." Are you just going to watch,sir?"

"Yes, I'm just going to watch you play with yourself. If you need something from me then you have to be a good girl and beg for it." His smirk never left his face as he spoke. When you lowered your eyes to his crotch you noticed the bulge that had already formed there,it was noticeable through his black pants. Hell ,it looked like it would explode any minute.

"Lend me a helping hand, please?"You tried your best to give him the eyes,your voice was lower and it had the desired effect. He summoned you with his index and middle finger, flashing you a toothy grin and you stopped your movement as you walked closer to him.

"Sit your ass on my desk." He ordered as he pointed at the desk in question with his head.You didn't question him so you sat,the cold wood sent a chill down your spine."Continue what you were doing." He stood in front of you and you raised your eyebrows.Soon,you brought your hand to clit yet again,your hole was throbbing in need so you decided to give it some attention. You carefully slid a finger in, moving it back and forth to test how wet you were and when you saw it fit you slid another one.

You had been doing that for a while, finger yourself and he hadn't as much touched you.He looked like a predator, observing his prey and finding the right moment to attack.Little did he know you were impatient,you wanted him to do something about the arousal he caused so with that thought in mind you raised your leg on the air and gently touched his crotch, moving your feet back and fourth. It was enough to get a reaction from him,he groaned in pleasure and you couldn't help the smirk that formed on your face.

"Lighten up,it was just a small touch."He raised his eyebrows at first,his reaction told you that he wasn't pleased with your sudden attitude. He tutted as he walked closer to you, spreading your thighs further with his hands , settling himself between your legs and then slowly wrapped a hand around your neck.

"Shut your damn mouth up and fuck your pussy with your fingers." He gritted his teeth, tightening the grip on your neck. The way he kept tightening and untightening his grip on your neck was starting to make you feel dizzy. It felt as if that simple action made your body slave to him,as if it reacted to nothing else but orders from him. You started fingering yourself again, putting a show for him like a fucking escort but damn if that didn't turn you on. Eventually your voice started raising,you knew your body too well so it was easy to find all the weak spots that turned you into a moaning mess.Your eyes were on him during the whole act and you didn't know if his cocky expression made you feel more aroused or made you feel like beating some sense into him.

"Mhm, just like that. Be a dirty little slut and moan for me." Negan hummed as he moved his hands to your thighs and started tracing the skin there with the back of his knuckles , starting from somewhere above the knee and eventually going upper and upper.

"Please -" you whined,your whole body was requesting for more , your fingers weren't enough. You wanted him to touch you. No.You needed him to touch you as soon as possible." Do something." You whined, quite pathetically. To that he only answered with a deep long chuckle .

"Not until you make yourself cum." He roughly grabbed your thighs as he closed the distance between your faces ,nose brushing yours." Can you do that?" You nodded in refusal and he smirked."Oh ,you poor thing. Let me help you then." He lowered himself, resting his weight on the balls of his feet,his shoes creasing on the process. He slapped your hand and you removed it. Your fingers were covered in your juices and when he noticed, he looked up at you and spoke."Better lick them clean."

And you did what he said,you brought them close to your mouth and made sure to clean all of the remaining juices that were left there. He nodded when you showed him and turned his attention to your pussy, using his index and middle finger to open your lips. His touch felt foreign,sure you were no virgin but something about him doing this made you feel weird, excited.

" Little clitty’s gotten all swollen for me.”Fuck. He was filthy and you loved every second of it. He licked his lips as he kept his eyes on you and he licked a stripe, just to taste and then hummed,the vibration went straight to your core. He roughly put his arms under your knees and brought you closer to himself,your legs were crossed behind his neck and your hands were playing with his hair."Fuck-" you moaned as he bit your clit playfully and then continued his work, eating you out like a starved man. You had closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you, savoring every moment. When you weren't expecting it ,he slid a finger inside your cunt and when he saw that you were wet enough to take more he slid yet another finger as he focused on your clit. You felt him smile as you gasped in shock and pleasure. He stopped his movement for a second, fingers still in as he spoke.

"Be quiet." He ordered."If you want me to make you cum you should keep your mouth shut."He imitated an imaginary zip with his hand in front of his mouth, then a cocky smirk followed right after. The gesture made your walls clench around his fingers and judging by the way he smirked from ear to ear ,made you realise that he noticed it and liked it. He curled his fingers inside of you , hitting that one spot that was always the trigger to your orgasms. You brought a hand to your mouth, clasping it shut but it was barely doing anything to muffle your moans as he kept moving his fingers. He used his thumb to multitask,he rubbed your clit with it all the while he fucked you with his fingers.

You were close , just a few more moments and you would finally reach your orgasm. But when had luck ever been on your side anyway ? A knock was heard and Negan stopped his movement,both of you moving your attention to the door." Who is it?"Negan's voice was filled with irritation and had a hint of accusation on it.

"It's me." You could recognise that voice anywhere,it was none other than professor Rick Grimes. You moved your eyes to Negan and he rolled his eyes .

"Hold on a fuckin' second Prick." He raised his voice. He moved his attention to you again, sliding his fingers from your cunt. He wiped the juices on your thigh, sighed then his expression changed,he seemed more serious." Get under the fucking desk."You slid from the desk, frankly grabbed hold of your clothes and then you took your place under Negan's desk. The latter pulled his chair close to you and sat there,his crotch was facing you and now that you took a better look at it ,you couldn't help but wonder how he would taste in your mouth, would you be able to fit all of him?" Try anything funny and I swear to god that I'm going to make you pay for it." He warned as he gave you one last glance. He fixed his hair, cleared his throat and spoke." Enter."

You heard the sound of the door creaking open and soon enough footsteps coming closer to the desk."Fuck you want Prick?"Negan asked impatiently and judging by the way his cock throbbed you couldn't blame him.

"Well I was looking for a student and Carol told me that she's supposed to be with you."Professor Rick completely ignored the childish nickname as he spoke. Negan's cock was seducing you,the way it kept throbbing in need made you completely forget about his threat,you wanted to touch it.

"Which student?" Negan furrowed his eyebrows then he suddenly jolted but tried to cover it with a cough. You had slid your hand up his thigh, trying to tease him.

"Y/N L/N." Spoke professor Grimes."Are you okay Negan?"

"Better than ever." Negan moved his eyes to you for the shortest second and his jaw clenched as you started palming his erection.

"Make me pay for it." You mouthed to him and it took everything in his willpower to move his eyes back to his colleague.

"What do you need her for?" Negan tried to keep his cool at your restless teasing.

"I don't owe you any explanation."Spoke the other professor calmly. "Do you know where she is?"

"No." Negan's voice was strained."She left my office like ten minutes ago."

"If she stops by again,let her know that I'm looking for her." Said the professor and he took his leave. The second the door closed ,Negan moved his eyes to you,no expression on his face. He grabbed your jaw with his hand and leaned forward." What did I tell you?" He asked." I was going to play around with you but I've decided that you don't fucking deserve it." He gripped your jaw harder to the point it was starting to hurt. It's not like you thought too much about the consequences when you started to tease him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you started at him.

"Oh? The audacity to even ask. I'm just going to leave you like that, soaking wet and yearning for me. How does that sound, hm?"Negan smirked as he looked down on you,an air of superiority having enveloped his whole being.

"You wouldn't." You lips formed into a line as your eyebrows stayed furrowed. Your arousal had slipped down your legs and you swore that if he was serious about this you would never talk to him.

"Are you sure about that?" Negan raised his eyebrows. "You know very well I'm the type to do such a thing. You wanna try me?" He teased, knowing that you were dying to get fucked by him. The thing is that you knew him enough to know that he wasn't joking around. Well ,if he wanted to play that card, you wouldn't mind returning the favour. You pushed his chair with your feet, enough to create distance between the two of you,stood up from the floor and grabbed hold of your clothes, putting them on one by one without speaking as much as a word.

"Well in that case ,sir." You finally put your shirt on and locked eyes with him ,a cocky smirk on your face."Imma show myself out.Professor Grimes was already looking for me...maybe he also wants to discuss anything about the basketball tournament..."

You could tell that he was taken back with your action but what clearly made him get rid of his poker face was your last implication.He scoffed as he stared at you."Hope you have a good time." He waved his hand at you.

" I most certainly will." You smiled mockingly at him. Oh you wanted nothing but to murder him. He brought you so close to your release and now that you wanted more ,he wouldn't give it to you. Fuck this guy.He's probably used to those girls he smiles at,edge them and make them desperate however if he thought that he could toy with you like that , he was mistaken."Have a good day."You made sure you hadn't forgotten anything,and walked to the door, stealing one last glance at the professor.

He wasn't pleased, but you didn't need to know that. "Have a good day too."Negan said back and looked at you as you left. Once you were out of the office he slammed his palm on top of his the desk. “Fuck.”

He murmured as he ran his palm from his forehead down to his chin.He looked at the door in abandon,lowered his head and caught his lips between his teeth momentarily.Then he smirked slightly,this wasn't over by any means...you might have thought that you over smarted him but the chase on both parts it's what he finds amusing. This is simply the beginning.

#negan smith #negan x you #negan smut #the walking dead #eventual smut #professor x student #age g4p #degrade kink #dom negan #smut #professor negan x you

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mx-pastelwriting · 11 months ago

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Who should I write next?

I have many drafts, and I need help picking who I want to write next, so pick a character out of my hat!

I'm letting this poll go for a day cause a week is too long. Thank you!

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Physical Education

Summary: He will teach you more than how to educate kids.

Pairing: Coach!Negan Smith x GradStudent!(plussized)Reader

Warnings: age gape, Negan being an ass, dirty talk, language, fast sex, quickie, smut, unprotected sex, doggy style, age gap (reader is at age, a grad student), heavy daddy kink, light breeding kink, dom/sub undertones, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), mentions of butt plugs, unrealistic instant attraction, mentions of subspace

A/N: That’s a fucking lot daddy kink in this one. Head the warnings.

This story is part of my: Adventures with your professor masterlist

“Mr. Smith, I’m so excited that I can join you for today’s lesson. I heard you helped your students to improve. “I’m honored, Sir.”

“Fuck don’t get your panties in a twist,” Negan grunts. “You are here because of your daddy. He called his brother, the dean. That’s why you’re here.”

“Oh-I,” you bite your tongue. Negan Smith is a well-known coach, and you don’t want to fuck your only chance to be here up. “I’m a grad student and want to use my degree to become a public-school teacher or coach myself. My uncle was talking about your techniques, and I want to improve. So, here I’m. Live with it.”

“Girl, I got no time for your nonsense. I’m a coach at a high school. This job is a dead-end,” he sneers as you dreamily look around the old gym. “Sit on the bleachers and try not to fuck with one of the horny boys in my classes.”

“Sir, my uncle told me you’ll let me be a part of your classes today,” you angrily say.

“If you want to, you can put a cheerleader uniform on and cheer for me,” he looks you up and down, drinking your outfit in. You’re wearing a white blouse, jeggings, and a pair of sneakers. “On the other hand, your ass won’t fit into the uniform.”

He hums to himself. “My uncle was wrong. You’re an asshole.”

“Fair enough,” Negan chuckles as you stomp toward the bleachers. “I mean, I like me a big ass.”

You’ll spend the better of the day on the bleachers. The horny teenage boys in Negan’s class are the only ones paying attention to you.

“Stop staring at her tits! You’re here to sweat for me, not that little vixen on the bleachers,” Negan barks as the boys are busy sizing you up.

One of them cups his crotch, smirking as you look away. “Man, she’s got some nice tits, coach. Do you think she’s good at sucking dick?”

“What did I say?” you flinch at Negan’s outburst. He grips the boy’s shirt, almost ripping it off his body. “You will go to the dean and tell him what you just said about his niece.”

“His niece,” the boy splutters. “I didn’t…you know how boys are Sir. Please. I’ll do anything. I’m sorry.”

“I said,” Negan growls, “you will go to the dean and will tell him what you just said. No excuse. Get out of the gym.”

“Sir…” one of the other boys tries to help his friend. “He’s sorry.”

“You can join him,” Negan jerks his head toward the exit. “Get out.”

“Sir, they are just teenage boys,” you clear your throat as Negan gives you a dirty look. “You know how they get.”

“All of you, get out—” again, you flinch as Negan yells at the boys. “Classes are over for today.”

“Sir, Coach Negan,” one of the boys' huffs. “We still got half an hour.”

“Did you just talk back?” the boy shrinks into himself as Negan stalks toward him. He lifts one brow and looks down at the now trembling boy.

“No…Sir. Coach Negan,” the scared boy stammers. “I’m sorry Sir. I would never…I mean…”

“Get out!”

All boys run out of the gym, almost tripping over their feet. “Faster. And don’t you dare to shower here! You’ll run back to your mommy in your sweaty clothes and explain what you did today.”

“Mr. Smith,” you clear your throat. “Uh-that was very…unconventional. I did not learn a thing, though. So—thank you for the lesson.”

You grab your bag and get up from the bleachers. “You didn’t learn a thing?” he cocks his head and watches you walk past him. “We can change that.”

He furrows his brows and grins at you. “You should go back to yelling at your students and I’ll find my way out.”

“Not so fast, princess,” he grips your arm. Negan starts walking toward the exit. He smirks as you wiggle in his tight grip.

“Let go of me! Where are we going?” you curse and mutter as he drags you toward his office.

“I’m only telling you this once,” roughly pushing you up the door he grunts, “shut your mouth, go inside my office and I’ll teach you a lesson. You wanted to learn from the best, right?”

“I-okay,” you swallow thickly. Heat pools in your belly as he darts his tongue out to wet his lips. “I’ll go inside.”

“Good girl,” he steps away to surveil your trembling form. “Be good, and I’ll teach you all the things you need to know…”

Negan unlocks the door and pushes it open to let you inside. You silently step inside. It’s hard to not watch him strip his jacket and shirt off. He shamelessly exposes his upper body to you, grinning as you admire the tattoos on his chest.

“Do you like what you see, princess?” he purrs while stalking toward you. He grips your shoulders and pushes you toward his desk. “I want you to bend over the desk and shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

“What? I thought you wanted to teach me…” you look up at him with wide eyes. “Oh—oh…”

“You see, I like a big ass I can grip while I fuck a girl from behind,” he dips his head to glance at your ass. “Bend over and push your pants down.”

“Sir…I,” you lick your lips. There is a prominent bulge in his pants when you drop your eyes to his crotch. “I can’t…I mean…what will my uncle think?”

“He’s a dick and baby,” he cups the back of your neck. His nose bumps against yours. He breathes in your face as his free hands cups your sex. He runs two thick fingers up and down your clothed sex until you whimper against him, “I want to fuck you while I grip your ass. Maybe put it up your ass too.”

“Mr. Smith, you’re working for my uncle, and I—” he silences your protests with his lips, greedily shoving his tongue into your mouth while he tugs at your jeggings. “I—you…”

“I will use you, princess,” he growls against your lips, “and you are going to love it, and thank me for the orgasm you’ll get.”

“Yes, d-addy,” you breathlessly moan against his lips. “You make me so…I can’t think straight close to you.”

It’s true. You are drifting toward your favorite headspace. A calm and warm place you are craving.

“You don’t have to think when you are with me,” he grins darkly. Negan saw right through you. The way you responded to him the first time you met told him everything he needed to know. “Daddy will take good care of you, princess. Now, be good…”

“I—yes,” you hastily push your jeggings down and kick your shoes off. You don’t get the chance to step out of your jeggings as Negan grabs your arms, twirls you around, and bend you over his desk. “Negan!”

“Daddy,” he slaps your ass roughly. “You’ll address me right, princess. If not,” another slap has you trembling. “I want you to be a good girl.”

He moves his hands over your ass, gripping your globes roughly. “Fuck, what I’ll give to fuck that ass,” he hums when you tell him you never took a cock up your ass. “Next time, I’ll get some lube and a nice butt plug for you, princess. We will open you up for daddy’s fat cock, won’t we.”

He kneads your flesh, making you moan and gasp. “Yes, daddy.”

“You’re such a nice and good girl for me,” he grips the elastic of your panties to shove the fabric down your trembling thighs. “I know you want to be good for me.”

“So good,” you mindlessly babble and whine as you feel him press himself against your naked ass. He grinds into you. “Please, daddy.”

“No begging. I hate it when girls beg,” he roughly grips your shoulders and pushes you down onto his desk. “I’ll have you now and you’ll take me like a good little slut.”

His pants hit the floor, along with his boxers while you lie on the desk, waiting for him to use you however he wants to. “Such a fucking cock-tease,” he grips his cock and gives it a few pumps, “walking around, swaying that ass. All I could think about was to fuck you all day.”

He steps out of his pants. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be after I’m done with this cunt,” he grits out. Neganpushes your asscheeks apart, hissing as his eyes land on your dripping cunt. “Nasty whore. You wanted it, huh?”

“Please…daddy.”

He slaps his cock against your pussy lips, making you whine. All you want at this point is to get filled and be good for Negan. “Shit, I’m so close to just coming all over your ass.”

Negan pants heavily as he teases your entrance. He doesn’t want to lose it too soon. But watching you all day in your tight little jeggings has him on the edge.

“Have my cock, princess,” he holds you down with one hand pressed to your lower back while shoving his cock inside of your cunt. You quiver at the intrusion.

“Big…so big…too big,” you whine as it’s too much. He goes slow, but there is so much of him you didn’t take yet, and he keeps on pushing inside.

“Take a deep breath and think of all the nice things daddy is going to do for you,” he slams his hips into your ass, groaning as he’s finally completely sheeted. “Shit, what a nice and tight little cunt for me to ruin.”

“Hmm…” you sniffle as you are stuffed to the brim. “Daddy…too much.”

“I know, princess,” he runs his warm hand up and down your back. “You’re doing so good for me. Just let me open your pussy up for me.”

“O-kay,” you choke out. “Please…”

“Relax,” he purrs while slowly sliding back out. “Daddy is going to fuck this pretty cunt open. Just take it.”

You feel his rough hands grip your ass. Negan slowly starts moving. In and out, in and out at a steady pace. All you can do is take him over and over again until you feel your core start to bloom.

“Daddy.”

“Fuck, I know. Your tight little pussy is already squeezing me so hard,” he grips your ass harder, fingertips digging into your flesh. “Shit…I’m gonna cum inside of your cunt and make you round. Do you want this, huh? Daddy’s babies growing inside of your belly.”

“Daddy…I…please.”

Negan ruts into you, groaning and cursing as you try to keep the noises low. You moan and babble while rocking your hips with Negan. “Fuck, this cunt is the best I ever had. I knew it the moment I saw you at that barbecue last year.”

Your eyes round as he keeps on telling you how he sneaked into your room and stole your underwear to fuck himself using one of your panties.

“I-I wore them. I knew something must be wrong. They were wet,” you gasp with every deep thrust. “I wore your cum.”

“That you did,” he curses loudly. “You’re a good girl. Sadly, you got sick and I didn’t get the chance to fuck you on your bed, right next to your plushies.”

“Oh-fuck…daddy,” you gush all over his cock, clamping hard down on his twitching length. He groans and curses while fighting his orgasm. He waited too long to cum so fast. “Please cum in me.”

“Shit…princess, yes,” he jerks his hips into your ass, cursing your name as he empties himself inside of you. “Daddy will fuck you for longer later.”

“Promised?” you coo as you grind against his softening cock. “Please?”

“All for my perfect little princess,” he leans over your body to kiss your hair. “Daddy wants you to be only his. He’ll take good care of you from now on…”

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#negan x you #negan x y/n #negan x reader #Physical Education #negan x fem!reader #smut #Adventures with your professor masterlist #the walking dead fanfiction #tw: daddy kink

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pirateprincessblog · 6 months ago

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prefects and t(h)reats

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: you haven't been lurking the castle at night since the day you cost your house a lot of points and the slytherin prefect scolded you. long enough has passed, and you might want to start doing that again. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: park seonghwa x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨��𝐧𝐭: 6.6k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: harry potter universe, slytherin!seonghwa, hufflepuff!reader, smut, bit of angst (seonghwa being a piece of shit(basic slytherin) towards the reader and her friends) 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: spanking, hair pulling, choking, finger sucking, fingering, oral (f!receiving), voyeurism, unprotected sex, semi-public?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: idk, cursing i guess 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: something got fucked in the process of posting this so if you see any repeating paragraphs do let me know my eyes aren't working anymore :D !everyone is of age, regardless of the year they are in. also, i may or may not have a finger sucking kink or whatever you call that :) also, i so did NOT use a twd negan reference here. just ignore that.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"ugh! that snape will be the reason i get sent to azkaban, mark my words! i spent ages trying to perfect that mood colour changing sweater, and he just confiscated- wait, what?"

"what, what is it?"

"did our bloody house points get deducted again?"

just your luck, you need to pass by them to get to your next class. you wish you had perfected the disillusionment charm, it would be very helpful right now.

"you."

ignoring the voice that speaks clearly to you, you hug your books to your chest and quicken your pace, attempting to ascend the stone stairs and vanish into the divination classroom. suddenly, your elbows are seized by two familiar pairs of hands, drawing you back to stand before the house points display. indeed, the hourglass under the hufflepuff banner is noticeably less full than it was just the day before. and it may or may not be your fault. again.

"listen to me, honeydukes." wayne, your fellow housemate warns.

"don't call me that!" you still struggle to understand how you acquired that nickname, especially since you rarely visit honeydukes these days. that habit faded after your teeth nearly succumbed to decay from all the cotton candy and chocolate frogs.

"if you keep this up, you are going to be the reason i end up in azkaban. got it?" he points a finger at your face, causing you to stumble back.

"you have a week to get at least twenty points back. if you don't..." the other one, justin, also points his finger at you, "...i'll make your remaining years at hogwarts miserable. we are the lousiest house anyway, why do you have to make it worse?"

"yeah, what do you even do to make us lose house points?"

"i bet she pisses off prefects."

"or bothers professors outside the class, the know-it-all."

"i don't care if you have to duel harry potter himself, you'll get those points back."

"and when you do, you'll get double and triple that, and make sure we win this year."

"it is only fair, since you're costing us so much."

with each accusation hurled at you, you retreat, hoping to flee the verbal attack before tears betray you and worsen the situation. a high pitched noise invades your ears, drowning out their voices. so intent on avoiding their accusing fingers, you fail to notice the brink of the top stair until your foot falters and balance is lost. you gasp, eyes shut, bracing for the impact of cold stone against your skull.

"levioso!"

yet it never comes. your body is stuck in the air, right above the stairs. all the noise and fuss has left the main hall, resulting in you being too scared to open your eyes.

"accio."

but you are forced to open them, ears picking up quiet murmuring, mainly coming from girls. your eyes meet dark brown ones, stone cold with a serious expression. his black swirly wand is directed at you, levitating your body through the air until you're brought back to the top of the stairs. you finally regain control of it, hands hurriedly fixing the robe and covering yourself.

"you fools." he speaks, eyes not leaving yours.

your lip trembles, and eyes well up with tears. park seonghwa is the one person you do not wish to anger and disappoint. your admiration for him hasn't stopped growing since the day he came to this school. park seonghwa, the slytherin prince. slender frame, porcelain skin, high cheekbones, sharp jawline, plump lips, dark eyes, and an immpeccable posture. he walked the castle with such grace, his cloak following him and flowing in the air behind him. whether it was magic or not, you found yourself utterly captivated, not just by his cloak, but by his very essence. he was, in a word, beautiful.

"i'm- i'm sorry-" you stutter, the sentence not yet formed in your brain. is this really how your first encounter with him will go?

"you absolute fools." he turns around, facing the two boys.

wayne and justin are now the ones stumbling back, audibly gulping. "we're sorry, seonghwa."

"all that over house points?" seonghwa scoffs in disbelief, "well, guess what? you just cost your own house fifty points."

the entire great hall gasps, not used to seeing the prefect this enraged and stern. he avoids public confrontations, curious eyes and gossipy mouths, always opting to pull the troublemakers aside to scold them. he also mostly deducts five points, ten at most. but fifty?

"show is over. go to your classes." he orders to the crowd, and they waste no time in continuing their journey to their classrooms.

overwhelmed by the unfolding situation, you find yourself unable to move. your gaze fixes on seonghwa's polished black shoes, unsure of your next action or words. your first encounter with him wasn't supposed to unfold this way. you intended to sweep him off his feet, exuding confidence and the like. embarrassing yourself and struggling to hold back tears while avoiding his gaze was never in the plan.

"hey, honeydukes. are you alright?"

"i'm fi- honeydukes?" you look at him, brows furrowed. "you know about that nickname?"

he tilts his head, chuckling. "i gave you that nickname."

"you... you gave me that nickname?! do you have any idea how freaking annoying it is..."

"okay, calm down now."

"...to be called that all day every day? even when i've stopped visiting that bloody shop..."

"listen to me."

"...it's haunting me! how dare you?!"

your protest is silenced as he steps closer, cradling your jaw in the palm of his hand to lift your face towards his. the way his dark eyes look down on you makes you feel small and fragile, only being safe because he's holding you. you swallow hard, lips pressed tightly together, not yet trusting yourself to speak.

"i gave you that nickname when i first saw you. in hogsmeade, at honeydukes. i had never seen anyone eat cotton candy so cutely, and nobody would tell me your name until recently i heard it myself. so you became honeydukes. not my fault the rest heard it from me and decided to make their own version of it."

"still..." you are stubborn, not willing to let go so easily.

"tell you what..." he reaches into his pocket, taking out something shiny. you notice it is one of those wrapped chocolate balls, and coincidentally your favorite flavour. "accept this as an apology, and stop sneaking around the library at night. you're going to cost your house more points. and us prefects our sanity."

"a candy? you're bribing me?" you scoff.

he chuckles, then puts one end of the wrapper between his pearly white teeth, while his other hand still holds your jaw. he tugs at the opposite end of the wrapper, loosening it and making the treat more accessible. letting the wrapper drop to the ground, the shiny chocolate appears all the more enticing between his slender fingers.

"open up for me."

lips slowly peeling open, you allow his slender fingers to slip past them and place the treat on your tongue.

"that's a good girl." he purrs, eyes focused on the way your tongue swirls around the chocolate and his fingers. he takes them out, and catching you by surprise, puts them inside his mouth. "well, then. you better get to class."

you nod, gulping and hugging your books to your chest. not knowing what to say to that, or what to say at all, you turn around, ready to get to your next class. but he stops you once again, playfulness evident in his voice.

"and i mean it. stop sneaking around the castle at night. not that i hate other forms of punishment, i don't think it's something you'd enjoy. besides, you need sleep, especially with the upcoming exams."

"okay."

"what? didn't quite catch that."

"yes, sir!" you yell, annoyed and already running up the stairs, almost tripping on your cloak.

"atta girl." seonghwa smiles proudly, walking in the direction of his next class.

you used to love hogsmeade. then you hated it. now, you love it again. winter has wrapped the village in a festive mood, with christmas just around the corner. streets are dripping with decorations, lights and christmas trees. enchanted instruments are singing songs on the street, people are rushing to buy presents already, and hermione and ron are bickering as always. harry walks by your side, mesmerized by the amount of lights decorating the balconies of the villagers.

"we always go get stupid butterbeers. let's try something else for once!" the girl complains, growing sick of the habit the four of you have formed when arriving at hogsmeade.

"yes, but... it's butterbeer. what else is there to try?" the ginger says, opting for the simple routine.

"merlin, i don't know! just- ugh. what do you say, honeydukes?"

ever since you told them about the incident at the great hall, they've called you nothing but that. you don't hate it anymore. if anything, it reminds you of the slytherin prefect every time you are called. and you don't hate that either.

"i think..." just as you are about to agree with hermione, your eyes notice a group of slytherins entering the three broomsticks. thus, "...ron is right. i mean, butterbeer is butterbeer."

"so bland. fine, let's go."

upon entering, you realize that you have to fight your way to the seats. it is crowded, as though all of hogwarts has chosen the same time and place for drinks. ron is stubborn, tugging hermione, who tugs you, who tugs harry. the wizard chain somehow makes it through the singing and dancing crowd, reaching the end of the tavern and big table where you usually sit. only to find the place occupied.

"hey, that's our seats!" ron complains, pointing at the slytherin boys.

"oh, no. how dare they take our unassigned assigned seats?" the girl rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"go on, honeydukes. say something."

you look at the boy who remained silent until now, confused. "me? why me?"

"well, it's your little boyfriend sitting there. maybe he'll listen to you."

"harry-!" before you can protest, you are nudged in front of the table, prompting all the boys at the table to halt their conversation and turn their heads to look at you. seonghwa raises an eyebrow, amused.

"what is it, half blood?" draco snickers, glancing over at seonghwa for approval. but when seonghwa doesn't acknowledge him, he settles down, hiding behind his half full glass of butterbeer.

"uh, my friends and i... we were just wondering..." you look behind at the three of them, who stand waiting politely as if you were their mother arranging a play date. "...if you could scoot over and let us have one side of the table? since it is a sharing table... and there's only four of us... and four of you. or not. i mean, if you want to. if you don't, that's fine. i'm not ordering you, i'm just... actually, we don't need it. sorry for bothering you. we'll leave now."

you turn around, cheeks and tips of ears ablaze with embarrassment. the trio looks at you with mouths open wide, wondering just what the hell happened to you.

"what the bloody hell was that?" ron says, eyebrows furrowed.

"i-"

"honeydukes?"

your body responds to his voice immediately, turning around and eyes locking into his. he smiles at you, then waves towards the seats that are now empty.

"ah, sweet!" harry cheers, and the two boys throw their belongings on the chairs and rush to the bar to order.

hermione takes a seat first, choosing a spot as far from them as possible. this leaves you with only one option: the chair next to blaise zabini, the boy who, after Seonghwa and Draco, had the most admirers. he doesn't acknowledge you, nor does anyone else, until you start gossiping with hermione and she abruptly stops mid-sentence.

"he's looking at you."

"what? who is?" your head starts to turn itself before thinking, but hermione is quick to slap your arm. "ow!"

"don't look! that prefect, seonghwa. he's looking at you so intensely. it's scary."

"like, scary scary or hot kinda scary?"

"well, i-" she stutters, not yet used to being this open with anyone yet. "the latter."

the boys arrive, ron holding the drinks and harry holding bowls of snacks. they almost throw them on the table, and ron doesn't even wait to sit before taking a big sip of his drink. harry digs into his loaded chips, not intending on offering anyone a bite or two.

the conversation at the other end of the table ceases, causing ron to set his glass down and harry to stop trying to fit the entire bowl into his cheeks. you look at both ends, the situation looking funny, especially with hermione looking embarrassed next to you. the slytherin boys exude sophistication, taking delicate sips of their drinks, sharing a bowl of spicy chili treats, conversing in hushed tones, and maintaining an overall neat and respectful demeanor. the gryffindor boys are a complete contrast; ron with his butterbeer moustache, harry with sauce smeared on his cheek, both flushed and almost reeking of sweat already.

"wufnt sum?" harry says with his mouth full, nudging his half empty bowl towards the other group.

they all look at the prefect, as if he decides whether they can have some or not. "no, thank you, potter. you seem to be enjoying it too much for me to take it away from you. i'd feel bad."

the groups snickers, and something twitches inside of you. seeing the prefect's cocky and arrogant smile, your interest in him falters. he's no longer looking at you, not even sparing you glances. entertaining his group and bullying the gryffindor boys seemed to be way more interesting. and you've had enough of it.

"so... nice moustache weasley."

"right, we get it." you almost yell, causing them to stop and turn their heads at you. "you're all so smart, and perfect, and purebloods, and we are just laughing stock. i don't need to listen to this, and neither do they."

"oh, feisty." draco comments, earning a glare from seonghwa.

"right, honeydukes. i apologize for my behaviour." the dark haired slytherin smiles at you, but your face stays the same.

"it's not me you should be apologizing to."

"are you dense? how dare you talk to him like that?" the young boy doesn't give up, wanting to fight you no matter what.

"malfoy, sit back." seonghwa says, putting a hand on draco's chest. "potter, weasley. i apologize for my comments."

"'s alright."

"yeah, no worries." they mumble, gazes locked on the table.

awkward silence swallows your corner of the tavern, with the people only staring at the middle of the table and only breathing. seonghwa then slides the untouched bowl of chili treats in the middle, causing the group to look at him.

"how about a game? you know, that muggle one, never have i ever? for each thing that you did, you need to eat a handful of these. you in, gryffindor?"

eager to prove themselves, they straighten their clothes and backs, and focus. hermione sits back, arms stubbornly crossed over her chest. ron nudges her with his elbow, and she rolls her eyes and joins in.

"hufflepuff?" the dark eyed boy tilts his head.

"sure, whatever."

"alright, then. game on."

it starts with innocent questions, such as cheating on exams and gossips. then, it progressively gets more serious and more...

"never have i ever made out with someone in the astronomy tower?"

sexual.

you are not shocked to see that blaise and seonghwa are taking a handful of the spicy treats, but your jaw drops when ron and hermione do the same, exchanging a single glance before blushing and shoving the handful in their mouths. harry shares his surprise with you, jaw equally hanging.

"well, well. little miss granger." seonghwa teases. "good job, ron boy."

"never have i ever... done more than dry humping in an empty owlery?" harry surprises the table with his question.

"what?! you've done that?!" hermione is almost in his face, surprised how she didn't know this about her best friend.

"i might've..." the chosen one smiles, wasting no time in burning his tongue with the treats once again.

your side of the table seems to retreat after that question, the slytherin boys asking about things you didn't ever think of. things that would have dubmbledore kick you out of the school, through the very same astronomy tower everyone seems to mention. the game eventually grows into a conversation, discussing who their favorite partner was, what their most risky situation was, and who they have an eye on recently.

"what about you, honeydukes?" blaise asks, using seonghwa's nickname for you. it just doesn't hit the same.

"what about me?"

"nothing to share? no risky business, no partners, no bad sexual experiences? i mean, have you had any experience at all?"

"of course i have. i'm not a virgin, if that's what you're implying. i've had more bad ones than good ones. having me jerk someone off under the desk while learning about amortentia wasn't exactly my cup of tea."

"oh, you poor thing." draco coos, mockingly.

they all eventually let go, and when you realize that seonghwa hasn't made a comment about you in a while, you look at him. he is already observing you, his expression unreadable. his eyes roam your face, then your hair, and finally your clothes. you feel small under his intense gaze, and you find yourself squirming on the wooden chair. when his eyes catch yours, he blinks, then looks away.

after a morning of intense studying, practicing flying, and rushing to hogsmeade for potions supplies for the exam tomorrow, you end up sleeping the entire afternoon. when you wake up, it is dark. you hate wasting days, especially because winter ones are so short. you haven't done anything fun for yourself these few weeks, only studying and avoiding the slytherin prefect.

he might've noticed, or perhaps not. you've noticed a few glances here and there, but the hogsmeade encounter made your feelings for him fade. it wasn't a major crush after all, just simple admiration. maybe liking. regardless, he doesn't get in your way. meaning, it might be safe to have one of those late night adventures through the castle. your disillusionment charm has improved, and you'll finally put it to good use.

wearing nothing but your yellow sleeping attire, you slip out of the dormitory and head to the library. the ghosts don't bother you, even if you didn't cast the charm yet. they must've found another victim, especially peeves. that bastard.

no prefect in sight either, which makes you wonder if you're really being that subtle and successful in your late night escapade. perhaps they're toying with you, letting you reach the doors of the library just to stop you and punish you.

yet, it doesn't happen. not when you reach the door, not when you slip past them, and not when you reach the restricted section.

"lumos." you chant, then put the handle of the wand between your teeth so you can see the shelves better.

how sad, you think, sneaking out at night only to come to a library.

mid book browsing, you hear footsteps. hurriedly twirling your wand around yourself, you cast the charm, and crouch.

"nox," you whisper, the wand no longer emitting light from its tip.

the footsteps get closer, with faint whistling being heard. whoever it is, they're either completely oblivious, or they're just keeping you at the edge before revealing themselves.

"little pig, little pig..." the voice sings, and you gasp.

the slytherin prince himself roams the library's forbidden section, each footstep sounding closer to you. you get on your hands and knees, crawling among the shelves in search for a way out. but from this perspective, everything looks different. after all, this isn't your usual view.

"let," step, "me," step, "in."

a hand grabs your hair from behind, pulling your head back just enough to make you yelp. the disillusionment charm wears off, and you groan, defeated.

"well, well. if it isn't the innocent little hufflepuff. no wonder i've been craving sweet since i entered the library."

"will you let go of me?"

"oh, sure thing." he softens his grip, giving you just a taste of freedom before yanking your head again, "what's the magic word? you know, that muggle one?"

"please, please!" you yelp, hands wrapping around his wrist in hopes of convincing him to let go.

he does, then steps back to give you space so you can get up. fixing your sleepwear, you fail to see his amused grin as he stares at you. when you finally look up at him, he has his usual prefect serious face on.

"now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"sorry, it won't happen again." you should tattoo that on yourself next time you're in muggle world, it comes like a good morning to you. "i'll see myself out."

"oh, no, no." the man stops you, grabbing your elbow. "you don't get away with a sorry. not anymore. remember what i said last time?"

"uh... something about different forms of punishment?" you remember.

"that's right. good girl." his voice seems to drop a few octaves, causing you to subconsciously squeeze your thighs together. "now, how many?"

"what?"

"how many?"

"how many what?"

"spanks, sweetheart."

"you're-" you choke on your spit, "you're going to spank me?"

"oh, would you rather lose points? again?" he tilts his head, fake worry painted on his features.

"well, no, but-"

"deducting points doesn't seem to work on you anyways. i'll have to try a different approach. usually works." he steps towards you, making you step back.

"usually? you uh... you spank other people?" you dare ask.

"why?" he continues his slow steps.

"just asking."

"jealous?"

"why would i be?"

"i don't know." he shrugs, then looks around checking for intruders. "a little bird told me you have a crush on me."

your back hits the shelves, and you gasp. he stops in front of you, still maintaining a small distance. you stutter, not knowing what to say. do you have a crush on him?

"i certainly don't."

"oh." he furrows his eyebrows, "you sure?"

"yes." your voice comes out raspy, and you clear your throat. "yes, absolutely."

"honeydukes?"

"yes?"

"are you trying to convince yourself, or me?"

"i don't have a crush on you, seonghwa." you try to sound as convincing as possible.

"good. then, this interaction won't have any side effects besides teaching you a lesson. now, how many?"

you want to say a small number, like two or three. but if it happens to feel good, you won't have the guts to ask for more. oh how foolish, how can spanking be good?

"tick-tock, hufflepuff. if you don't decide, i will for you. and trust me, you do not want that."

he isn't touching you, hell, he isn't even looking at you. yet he has power over you like nobody ever had before, making you stand still against the bookshelves and wait for his instructions.

"ten," you simply say.

"ten? not one, two?" seonghwa is surprised with your answer, figuring you'd choose a smaller number.

"i didn't think you'd accept one or two. or would you?"

"smart girl. no, i wouldn't. now, what was your favorite subject again? charms, herbology?"

"dark arts," you reply, catching him off guard once again. of course he didn't see it coming. you're sneaking out to go to a library, you're a hufflepuff for merlin's sake, and you stand here in front of him, looking up at him with those wide innocent eyes of yours. who would guess dark arts?

"well, then," he swirls his black wand around both of you, turning you invisible once again, "lead the way, honeydukes."

and you do, having him follow you all the way to the defence against the dark arts classroom. you'd be lying if you said nervous sweat hasn't washed you over three times by the time you reach it. when the door closes, it's like time stops. this is it.

"won't umbridge hear? what if she's still in her office?" you whisper.

"muffliato." he simply casts, sparks flying between the desks, up the staircase at the end of the classroom, and through the doors of umbridge's office. "go on."

you keep walking, all the way to her desk. seonghwa plunges on the comfy professor's chair, then motioned for you to step closer. you barely step close to him, and he pushes you over his lap, causing you to squeak unintentionally. you hold onto his thigh, the position not the most comfortable one.

"count." the slytherin prefect demands.

his big hand lands on your bottom, making you jolt. "one."

his other hand rests on the small of your back, keeping you still so you stop squirming. only three more spanks later, you're already shuffling uncomfortably.

"two, three, four," you say, voice slowly cracking.

"but i'm barely halfway there yet, my hufflepuff princess. don't break on me just yet." he coos, voice soft and comforting, a great contrast to his actions.

you sniff, hand hurriedly wiping a tear that threatened to escape. seonghwa doesn't halt, even if he saw that. instead, he spanks you harder and harder, sparing no inch of your skin of the burning sensation.

"five, six, seven." you shudder, bracing yourself for more. only three more.

"almost there, sweetheart. you're doing so good for me." his other hand caresses your hair, removing it from your face and letting it fall aside. seeing you all teared up and flushed, something new sparks inside of him. "so pretty."

he can't help himself, his hand abusing your sore bottom, exceeding the amount that you both agreed on. you keep counting, not asking him to stop. he lands a final one, deciding it is enough once you let out the first cry.

"t-twenty," you sob, hiding your face in his black slacks.

when his hand touches your bottom again, you expect it to be another hit. instead, his hand caresses it, helping to soothe the pain. it lasts mere seconds, before you feel him raise the top of your pajama, then pull on the bottom. he exposes your red bottom to the cool classroom air, and you can't help but whine at the loss of contact.

"you did so good, my love." seonghwa coos, fingers running through your hair as he waits for you to collect yourself.

once you do, you realize that the burning sensation isn't only on your butt cheeks. you also feel it between your legs, briefs soaked with arousal.

"did you learn the lesson?" his hand finds its spot under your chin, raising your head so he can look at you properly.

"yes." you say, failing to maintain eye-contact with him. maybe it's the guilt, or maybe simply the way he looks at you. either way, you opt to stare at his perfectly ironed and buttoned up prefect attire.

"want me to make it feel better?"

you shrug, not quite sure what you wanted anyway. his hand slips from under your chin to your neck, catching you off guard, his fingers squeezing the sides of it. he presses lightly into your skin, the other hand adjusting your bottom so that it is higher up and your core easily accessible. a moan escapes your lips, feeling his digits find your clit so easily.

"oh, you poor thing. you're absolutely soaked. is that why you're crying? not from the pain, but from lack of attention?"

when you don't reply, he only chuckles, pressing into your neck more.

"i'll take good care of you, honeydukes."

he moves your briefs aside, digits circling your clit softly, before slipping into your aching hole. you bite into the fabric of his pants, but he stops you, instead offering his finger to bite on. he still holds onto your neck with his thumb and the rest of the fingers, his index finger popped into your mouth to muffle any noise you have to offer him.

hearing your own hole squelch as his fingers pump in and out of you makes a new rush of arousal wash over your folds. his fingers are long, very long. he curves them, spreads them, then removes them from your hole, only to spread your slick all over your clit and abuse it.

you're a drooling mess on his lap, eyes turning back at the pure pleasure he is gracing you with. your hips hopelessly push back, looking for anything to fill you up. he notices, removing his hand from your core, before standing you up and pushing you to sit on the desk. with a single motion, he shreds your briefs to bits, stuffing them into his pocket and attaching his mouth to your aching core.

you fall back on the desk, head hanging from it and overlooking the empty classroom. your brain creates various images for you as seonghwa's hot tongue swipes across your folds, imagining the classroom full of students as seonghwa feasts on you in front of them. were you weird for that?

"not at all, princess."

"stop reading my mind, prefect." you tug on his hair, a form of punishment for intruding your thoughts.

"can't help it, not when you're dripping all over my face."

his fingers find their way into your clenching hole again, curling upwards and finding a spot nobody ever had before. a moan escapes you, echoing through the classroom, and your other hand pushes seonghwa's head further into your cunt.

he chuckles against you, his own hands holding your thighs so you don't suffocate him. you feel yourself inching closer, hips desperately grinding on his mouth and nose, eager to feel a proper orgasm. he pulls away once again, making you whine and groan.

"my, i've spoiled you." he raises an eyebrow, amused at the glares you're sending him. he stands up, working on his zipper. he doesn't take his pants off, deciding to keep his prefect uniform on. it only makes the situation hotter, your brain finally realizing just what you're doing.

you're messing with a prefect, in the middle of the night, in a classroom, right under a professor's nose.

"kiss me." you ask, voice small. red paints your cheeks; you wanted to sound more confident than that.

"you want to taste yourself on my tongue, princess?"

"yes, please."

"since you asked so nicely."

he helps you stand again, hands firm on your waist, and lips finally attached to yours. your arms wrap around his neck, hungrily bringing his body closer to yours. you indeed taste yourself on his tongue, seonghwa not wasting a second in pushing through your soft lips in search for your hot muscle. the sound of kissing echoes in the classroom, the setting hotter than your wildest dreams. seonghwa is a dreamy kisser, making you feel wanted, hot and appreciated at the same time. his lips never leave yours, not even when your fingers tangle in his hair and pull at it with ecstasy. he only moans softly into your mouth, giving you a wave of confidence.

your hand slides down his chest, to the button of his pants, and finally to the zipper. you reach into it, pulling his hard cock out, before giving it a few slow pumps. he sighs into your lips, pulling away for a few moments. his forehead rests against yours, his body falling in control of your one hand. your thumb swipes over the tip, collecting the slick and spreading it over him. his hips rock with your hand, whines and moans deliciously filling your ears. it feels powerful to have him tremble in your hands, desperate and yearning for your touch and attention. this must be what he feels on a daily basis. and it must feel fucking amazing.

"you're full of surprises, aren't you?" he teases, and you tease back by squeezing his cock. he gasps, but chuckles regardless. "you're just a little brat, waiting to be stuffed like a bad girl. i know it."

with a swift motion, seonghwa turns you around, your still clothed tits pressing against the hard wooden desk and head pushed on the side. he slides into you without warning or teasing, so easily and perfectly. he wastes no time in holding your hips still, smashing his own into you and burying his cock deep in your hole. your walls swallow each inch he offers you, having both of you moan and groan at the pleasure.

"fuck-" he curses, eyes planted on the place where the two of you connect. "fuck, honeydukes- you're going to be the death of me."

"do you- ah!" he snaps his hips into yours once again, each thrust more forceful than the other, "do you do this with others sneaking out at night?"

"i knew you were jealous. so you do have a little crush on me?" he chuckles breathlessly.

"maybe. and maybe." you groan, hands gripping the edges of the desk.

"no, baby. i don't. you're the only one whose cunt i'm going to fill up, again and again. until you've learned your lesson properly."

it is your turn to chuckle now. "if this is your form of punishment, i might start sneaking around while you're on duty more often."

"oh, my hufflepuff princess. if you want me, you can have me any time you want. all day, every day. all you have to do is ask."

the conversation stops, as do his hips, when the doors on top of the stairs open.

"who's there?"

you try looking back at seonghwa, eyes full of fear. his cock twitches in your hole, the riskiness of the situation arousing to him.

"hush, love." he whispers, hand pushing your head down against the cold wood again.

his hips start moving gently, slowly stretching your hole again. you're in shock, not believing that he'd actually continue as the professor walks down the stairs in her own sleeping attire. her eyes skim over the room, trying to find anything unusual. but the silencing spell seems to be working, just like the disillusionment one, making umbridge unaware of your presence. a very... lewd presence.

"merlin, i can't take it anymore. i'm sorry, love."

not giving you a chance to ask why he's apologizing, you soon learn as his hand pulls your hair back and his other one grips your bruised bottom. his hips snap into yours with speed and accuracy, hitting the right spots and bringing you closer to release.

"seonghwa-" you moan.

"yes, love?"

"i want-" you moan again, then beg, "i want to see you, touch you."

he pulls away, helping your limp body in a different position. the professor is ignored, even when she comes dangerously close to the desk. it sends a new wave of arousal to your core, just in time for seonghwa to slide into you again.

"look at that," he sighs, looking at your belly.

you follow his gaze, seeing the outline of his cock on it. your hands bring his head closer so you can kiss him, with equal hunger as before. he continues pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm.

"right, there better not be anyone. i'm not in the mood for any tricks!" umbridge threatens, causing both of you to chuckle into each others mouths.

"this is kind of hot," you admit.

"as much as it is, i want her to go away as soon as possible. i just can't cum when i see her face."

you laugh, glancing at the professor one more time. as if she heard, she listens, angrily stomping upstairs and slamming the door shut.

"uh, speaking of temperatures, i know this is crazy, but i am feeling a bit chilly." you admit, the winter air entering the classroom and hitting your naked skin. after all, you were only in your thin sleepwear, having heavy covers on your bed that kept you warm. seonghwa wastes no time in taking off his prefect cloak, helping you put it on and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"you look beautiful in green, my pretty hufflepuff."

blush paints your cheeks, his scent enveloping you and sending a fresh batch of butterflies to your stomach. you never noticed it before, but he smells of forest moss and after rain stone, with a hint of potions ingredients. it is intoxicating, entering your organism and threatening to never leave.

"oh, merlin," seonghwa throws his head back, lost in pure pleasure as your hole swallows him, the outline of his cock on your belly adding to it all and helping him get closer to his goal. "fuck- fuck-"

he's absolutely dashing, a thin layer of sweat shining on his face and making his dark locks stick to his forehead. his lips are plump from you biting and sucking on them, slightly parted and letting out little gasps and moans. he unbuttons the first few buttons of his uniform, not having a problem with the cold. you're a moaning mess, just like him, completely letting go of every thought you had until now, simply giving yourself to him and admiring him.

you feel full of him, and just when you thought you couldn't feel fuller, seonghwa hisses, spilling his load in you and creating more squelching sounds as he rides out his orgasm, pushing in and out of you sloppily.

it doesn't take long for you to reach your own, the knot in your stomach exploding as his tip slams mercilessly into your soft spot, making you grip his arms, shoulders, hair, anything you could reach. he works you through your high, not missing a single face or sound you make.

you're exhausted, struggling to catch your breath. the recovery lasts longer than usual, seonghwa having wrecked you inside out. his hands gently remove your hair from your face so he can take a good look at you.

"you're good, love. breathe." he coos, caressing your cheek and blowing into your face to cool you off.

"thank you," you blurt out.

"what for?" the slytherin prefect laughs at your innocence.

"i don't know. this, i guess. i've never enjoyed sex, always saw it as a chore. and i never felt desired, just objectified."

"well," the dark haired slytherin pecks your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, "you don't have to worry about that anymore. i've never desired anyone the way i desire you, and i think i just proved it to you how much. you don't have to fear those things with me anymore."

"park seonghwa, are you subtly asking me to be your girlfriend?" you shyly ask, knowing that you might be wrong and embarrass yourself in front of him. to your relief, he pecks your lips once again.

"perhaps. only if you want to. if not, then i'm not asking."

"perhaps i want to."

"perhaps that makes me happy."

"you're crazy." you laugh, and he joins.

seonghwa does one more thing no other partner has ever done for you; he helps you get cleaned, then dressed, and walks you to the doors of your common room.

"if you do decide to sneak off again, please do let me know. wouldn't want other prefects to find you and steal your heart."

you nod, and with a longer kiss, finally part ways with him. he waits until you finish your usual rhythmic tapping on the barrels, until the doors open, and finally, until you disappear into your common room and back to the dormitory.

you notice the sun already rising, and hurry to jump back in bed.

"excuse me? is that a slytherin cloak on you?"

you freeze in your tracks, the cloak ready to slide off you and hide under your pillow. the girl on the bed to your left doesn't give up, now sitting up and staring at you wide eyed.

"and a prefect one too?!" the voice on the right joins, waking up the rest of the room and bringing attention to you.

fuck.

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Threads of Desire: A Christmas to Remember - Chapter 2

Summary: Attempting to fill in for Maggie, Y/N joins Negan at her old school's event. After having one too many drinks, the barrier she had learned to put up for so long crumbles and her emotions run high.

Characters: Negan Smith, the reader (OC), Shane Walsh, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61111030/chapters/156141661

Warnings: Swearing, Depression, Angst, Pretty Intense Bickering, etc.

Notes: Since a few Maggie/Neggie fans got offended from the last chapter, if you haven't figured it out, this is not a Neggie fic. It's a reader fic, not a self insert. Self insert is where the author inserts themselves. Just a little moment of education there for you. If Maggie is your favorite character or Neggie (an ooc ship) is your favorite ship, this story is likely not for you. So if you read this story and get angry? That's on you. Not me. That's the last warning you are going to get.

Thanks to those that have read the story and commented, you are all the best! This is a longer chapter!

There were times where Y/N wished she could say no. Suddenly, this was all starting to feel very silly. When she agreed to doing this, she told herself that it was for Negan. It had been four years since she had graduated from college, so coming back after that long just felt strange. This was somewhere she never thought she would return. Yet, here she was. If this was something that she had been genuinely invited to, she may have not been feeling so ill at ease with doing this. Maggie was the person that was supposed to be here, not her. And Maggie would certainly be missed. Maggie was admired by many and people would be coming tonight likely just to see her. So that made things complicated. This was something that Y/N had to always do. Fix things for Maggie. Especially in Maggie’s relationship with Negan. So even though this was a favor for Negan, it felt more so like she was doing this for Maggie at the end of the day.

Since she really had no idea what she was supposed to do, Negan had set her up with a driver to bring her to the college. Considering she was a no one? She was used to traveling places on her own. So everything felt strange experiencing. These were the kind of things that people like Negan and Maggie were used to. Not so much when it came to her.

When she entered the building, she realized that not much had changed inside the walls since she had gone to school there. Then again, it was only four years. The hallways were heavily decorated with Christmas decorations which she assumed was only for this section of the school and this event. While they had decorated the outside of the school at the main entrance when she went here, they didn’t go all out on the inside. Then again, each classroom was a professor’s individual preference.

Even though this was an event that was being held at a college, there was no questioning that this was a very high-end event that was meant for donors. These were people that were here to help fund for certain departments at the college. Being here really made her feel out of place because there was no way that she would ever fit in with the people here.

Now the nervousness was starting to set in realizing why she was actually here and what she was doing to help. Negan was expecting her to make a speech in front of all these people. He wanted her to impress them so they would donate to the school. That was a lot of weight to put on her shoulders. With Maggie? All she’d likely have to do was show up, smile and people would donate. Maggie had that kind of effect on people and she knew that. Now taking into consideration that both Negan and the school were counting on her to help had her increasingly panicked.

This was all so last minute. Sure, she had created the speech and video to go along with things, but this was Maggie’s thing. Interacting with people. Not hers. If she fucked up tonight, this was on Maggie. Because Y/N hadn’t practiced or even prepared. There was no time for it. But then again? She knew that Maggie would never take credit for any failures that may have happened tonight.

God, she really shouldn’t have done this to herself with panicking. As of the last few months, she always felt like she was anxious and that growing tension inside of her body always got worse. And that really wasn’t good for her health.

Right now she should have just been focusing on getting the job done. Yes, this was an area of the school she didn’t know, but there was already so much that she had to worry about. She didn’t need to stress herself out more than she had already done.

Finally moving toward the crowd of people that started to arrive, she observed the area. Looking specifically for Negan. Since she wasn’t Maggie Greene, she needed Negan to be able to help her get into the event. Negan was her ticket in.

Taking some time to look around, she found that panic arising back again through her veins. When she arrived here in the car she had texted him to let him know. And he responded back so she expected to find him waiting for her. Stepping aside, she didn’t want to be in everyone’s way while she waited.

Being here made her think she stood out like a sore thumb. That people would realize that she was not meant to be there, but surprisingly most people didn’t even notice. It was like she fit in and that wasn’t something she was used to. Dressing like this took time and dedication. A lot of work went into what she was wearing along with her hair and makeup. The dress was something that she had bought a long time ago. At the time, it was too expensive for her, but she was smitten with it. So she had bought it. This was the first time she got to wear it.

Talking tonight was going to be interesting. Having the spotlight on her with all these people was either going to be nerve wrecking. Or feel good because she was used to being the invisible one. The talent without a face.

“You look lost and scared,” a raspy voice whispered, pressing in behind her. Just the sound had her heart rate quickening. An inevitable smile tugged at her lips when she felt a pair of hands pressing in over her shoulders. “Sorry I’m late, I had to run a few errands first. I was worried I wouldn’t find you, but fuck, you stand out in the crowd.”

“I hope that’s a good thing,” she finally turned on her heel, her eyes connecting with Negan’s. A surprised sound fell from her throat at the sight of Negan standing before her. In all of her time knowing Negan she had never seen him dressed up. Yet, here he was standing before her in a three piece suit. Everything about him was nicely groomed. His facial hair was trimmed and his dark hair was slicked back. She hated to admit it, but he looked good. Really good. “Wow.”

“I know, right?” Negan snorted, taking a step back to allow her to look him over. By his body language, he was uncomfortable but he was being over the top with the way he was showing her what he was wearing. “You wouldn’t normally catch me wearing a monkey suit like this fucking thing.”

“The school must have something juicy on you that they are holding over your head,” she teased him drawing his nose to wrinkle in amusement. Placing his hand in over his slender abdomen, Negan dragged his hand down over the lengths of what he was wearing before back up again. “You look great.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re supposed to,” Negan winked, his dimples sinking in and becoming more prominent as he spoke. “We’ve known each other a long time so you’re not about to tell me how much of a fool I look.”

“Oh yeah, because I’m certain when people look at you tonight they are going to be thinking what a fool that man is,” she agreed with him in a sarcastic tone eliciting another deep rumble of a laugh from him. “You’re just fishing for compliments. And you’ll get them from me. You look really nice tonight. You should wear those things more often.”

“No fucking way,” Negan refused, shaking his head repeatedly. Offering up a bright smile, he stepped forward in closer to her again. “Let me check your coat for you.”

Reaching out, he made her turn so he could help pull her jacket from her body unhurriedly. Once her jacket was off, she turned on her heel to face him. When he took a look at her, she noticed the way his eyebrows bounced up. There was something in the way that he looked at her that took her breath away. His eyes lowered to gaze over the lengths of her body to look at what she was wearing.

“Wow…” Negan clicked his tongue at the top of his mouth humming in appreciation of what he saw. “You look…”

Negan paused again to step forward, grabbing her hand with his urging her to spin around so he could take a look at her. Now that just felt cheesy. But she allowed him to do it. A warmth flooded into her features when she went full circle.

“You look really…” Negan paused when his eyes stopped at her breasts. It wasn’t something that he was hiding either. There they lingered for a moment and he swallowed down hard. Realizing what he was doing, Negan was quick to pull his eyes away. Holding her coat tighter to him, Negan rocked back and forth on his feet. “Really good. I like that black dress on you. You look very nice.”

“Thank you,” she muttered feeling both a chill and a warmth growing inside of her. The chill because they were still by the doors that kept opening and closing with guests coming in. And the warmth at potentially catching Negan gawking at her breasts. “You know, I know you’re just saying that because you have to. We’ve been friends a long time and you don’t have it in you to tell me that I look a fool.”

“Oh, haha,” Negan scoffed allowing the both of them to laugh at her repeating what he had done earlier to her. “I suppose I deserve that one, huh?”

“Maybe,” she tipped her head to the side, shuddering once more at the breeze that surrounded them with the doors opening and closing. “I sure do hope it’s warmer in there than it is out here.”

“Oh, it’s plenty warm in there,” Negan assured her with a wink, nodding his head toward a different area of the hallway. Hooking his arm with hers, Negan was doing his best to be a gentleman with her. Likely showing her overwhelming amounts of kindness because she was doing him a favor here. “Walk with me.”

“Sure,” she agreed following Negan toward the area to check her coat. Moving to the front of the line, Negan did it quickly and then turned to her. Noticing that she was still shivering, Negan moved forward to caress the warmth of his large hands in over her shoulders. Attempting to warm her up, his hands rubbed down over her arms and up toward her shoulders again. The sensation brought forth another chill through her veins. “I guess I should have worn something warmer.”

“You’re going to warm up in a few minutes. I promise you that,” Negan stammered, moving forward to wrap her up in his arms to give her a big hug. It had been a long time since she had gotten one of Negan’s hugs. They were incredibly strong. They always were. The strength of it almost had him pulling her from her feet against his chest. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you coming here tonight. It would have been fucking miserable trying to explain to everyone how we have no one from the fashion design department to speak for us today. I was the one that hooked them up with Maggie so I would have looked like an asshole coming back with no one.”

“I’m sure they would have been happier with Maggie being here,” she suggested closing her eyes at the warmth of Negan’s breath over the side of her neck. “You probably would have gotten more donations with her speaking.”

“Not necessarily. It really depends. You might draw more of the classy crowd,” Negan admitted, leaning back to gaze her over again. Giving her another big smile took her breath away. “But, with how you look right now? You will probably draw in most of the crowds. You’re gonna have to excuse me. You look incredibly hot right now. And as a man, I need to inform you that I’m gonna be looking at your breasts. A lot. It’s not my intention, but they are there and you look really good in that black dress.”

“Negan!” she snickered, a warmth flooding into her cheeks hearing him actually talking to her like that. Throwing his hands up in the air, Negan didn’t seem to have any shame with what he had said. “You’re a taken man.”

“Regardless, I fucking have eyes. And damn…” Negan hissed, his eyes dropping down toward the neckline of the black dress that she was wearing. “You’re cute most of the time, but in this dress? It’s like you walked right out of my fucking dreams. My wet dreams, but…”

“God,” she groaned, still finding laughter in the things that he was saying. No matter how tacky they were. Back when they were first spending time together, this was the way Negan was all the time. They would consistently flirt with each other and say things before he started dating Maggie. “There is the Negan that I knew four years ago. I thought he left once he started dating someone.”

“Oh no, he has been in here the whole time,” Negan hooked his arm loosely around her shoulders. The weight of him around her made her feel like she belonged to Negan. And truthfully? She liked it. “My mouth may have been pure, but my thoughts? Never have been. I may be faithful, but my eyes and my dick…they notice things. All the time. And I can’t stop them from noticing.”

“Are you sure this is what you want to talk about here?” she couldn’t help but laugh since they were surrounded by people.

“They are so lost in their own conversations and lives that they don’t care to hear what we are talking about,” Negan slurred, pulling her in closer to him as they headed for the ballroom area where the event was being held. “But I also think anyone that looks at you tonight is gonna feel the same way I do. I promise you that.”

Leading her toward the table that they were going to be sitting at, Negan pulled out her chair and helped her sit down. Moving in beside her, Negan turned in the chair to look at her so they could talk easier, “So the schedule is people are going to mingle a little bit first. Then we will have some speeches. Then people will eat. And after that? It’s more so a party. Drinks, dancing…that kind of stuff.”

“Sounds good,” she sighed, taking her time to look around the room to see all the seats that were there. Panic flooded through her veins at the idea of her messing up again, but that was soon put to a halt with the warmth of Negan’s hands grabbing a hold of hers. Soft strokes of his thumbs were felt over the back of her hands and he gave her a weak smile. “I just don’t want to mess this up for you.”

“You’re not going to do that. You know how bad I am at giving speeches at big events. I do good in a classroom, but at things like this? It’s like a horrible comedy skit from me,” he suggested with a tiny snort, his dimples becoming more visible when he smiled. “I forget half of what I want to say and I just end up rambling. So I guarantee you will do better than me.”

“But you’re Negan Smith. Most people know who you are,” she pointed out drawing Negan to roll his eyes and release one of her hands to wave his hand about in the air dismissively. Even if he didn’t think it was a big deal, most people who knew who Negan was got excited at the idea of him. Either from his time in films or from back when he was a baseball player. “I’m just someone who works for Maggie Greene.”

“But,” Negan interrupted her thought process, leaning forward in his chair, “you work at Vixen. Just hearing that alone is gonna make people interested in you.”

Silence surrounded them with Negan looking over her skeptically. Something was off about the way that Negan was gazing her over, “What? What’s that look for?”

“What happened to the confident Y/N? You were my student teacher and you were more confident about teaching those students than I ever was,” Negan reminded her of her past when she worked with Negan to help him teach his class. The person that he was bringing up was someone who hadn’t gone through a fuck load of stress. Life had been rough on her. Back then, she was excited about life and the potential of her future. Now? Not so much. “You were never nervous or worried. Now you suddenly care about what a room full of strangers thinks of you?”

“One, I’ve had to deal with a lot of anxiety over the last four years,” she was honest, referring to the job that she had with Maggie. Everything was a worry and a huge amount of stress for her. It took a toll on her mental health and her body. “And two, I don’t care what these people think about me. I just want to help you. I want to be successful in the things that you want me to do. I also don’t want Maggie to lecture me for however many days it will take for her to stop being pissed at me if I mess something up.”

“Maggie can’t possibly be that bad,” Negan grumbled, leaning back into his chair. Letting his hands smack down in over his thighs, Negan huffed at the expression that Y/N gave him. “Okay, I can admit…Maggie can be a little extreme with things. Control is a big thing for her.”

“Uh huh,” she didn’t want to shit talk Maggie. Especially to her boyfriend. But that was an extreme understatement with what Negan had said.

“I mean you have to like your job, right?” Negan questioned, his deep voice searching for answers with his hazel eyes narrowing. That made Y/N freeze up. Genuinely, Negan was curious to know her answer. At that moment? She should have talked about how much she loved her job. How lucky she was to be there. How she was blessed to work with her best friend, but she couldn’t say a thing. “Your lack of response has me worried.”

“Did Maggie tell you how she got this job?” Y/N wondered knowing that in the past, she would have eagerly told Negan all about it. They told each other everything when they were close before he got together with Maggie. But since he was dating Maggie by the time she got that job? It was hard to be open with Negan.

“Vaguely,” Negan shifted in the seat, his cheeks growing red. “It’s been a long time. I don’t always remember the details of…everything.”

This was the time where she could have unloaded everything on Negan, but he probably wouldn’t have believed her anyways. Instead of answering, she just nodded. But Negan was obviously waiting for some kind of response, “Why?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she was quick to shut down the conversation since it would lead nowhere. It was stupid for her to bring it up in the first place. “The job just didn’t turn out to be what I thought it was going to be.”

“How so?” Negan pushed, sliding forward in his chair with his legs separating getting more comfortable. Even though he wanted her to talk, she knew better than to do that.

“I think there are some things I should probably keep to myself,” she admitted, forcing herself to look away from Negan since she didn’t know how to respond to everything. “I don’t know what you are going to go and tell Maggie after we are done here.”

“You think I would go tattle on you?” Negan pouted reaching out to grab at her arm to get her to look at him. Rolling her eyes, she swatted at his hand to get him away from her. A tiny laugh escaped him and he nudged her playfully again. “I’m not like that.”

“I don’t know. Maggie is capable of making people do a lot of things that most people probably never thought they were capable of,” she blurt out, regretting it after she said it when Negan’s thick eyebrows bounced up. “Let’s just say I never pictured myself being a personal assistant to anyone this far into my career. I was always told I was too good for things, yet, here I am at the bottom of the barrel in terms of my career. Maggie would be lost without me, yet no one knows my name.”

The smile that was over Negan’s features slowly faded. Biting down on his bottom lip, Negan’s Adam’s apple bounced in his throat and he looked down toward the ground like he was uncomfortable with the conversation, “I’m sorry I said it.”

“No, I just…I agree with you,” Negan admitted, sliding his chair in closer to her so he could talk quietly. It wasn’t like anyone was going to hear them or care because no one knew their connections to Maggie at this point. Throwing his hands up, Negan sucked in a sharp breath of air. “I never understood why you were in the position that you were in. I just figured you were there because you liked working with your best friend and that’s where you wanted to be.”

“Hmm…” she didn’t know how to respond looking around, wishing that they were serving drinks before she had to go up on stage. “To be honest with you Negan? If I told you a lot of my truths, you wouldn’t believe me because it doesn’t put Maggie in the best light.”

“You think I would believe that you would lie to me?” Negan scoffed, his eyebrows furrowing seemingly upset that she would assume that about him. Why were they bickering about this? And why were they doing it right now? Maggie was a sensitive subject for her and this felt weird to do with Negan. “You’ve never lied to me. Ever. Why would I assume that you would lie to me now.”

“Because you’re Maggie’s boyfriend and you’re head over heels in love with her?” she countered, her eyebrows bouncing up. Giving him a moment to think about it had a smile slowly tugging at Negan’s features. “See? You know that I’m right.”

“Loving someone means you love all of them, right? The good and the bad?” Negan proposed and it felt like she had been hit right in the gut. She knew that Negan loved Maggie but hearing him talk about loving her always hurt. Even after this long. “You can tell me things.”

“I don’t think I can,” she confessed to him, shaking her head when she spoke. Feeling the way she did four years later made her feel pathetic. But really? She was pathetic. Pining over the same man after this long was ridiculous. “There is a lot I keep to myself. And trust me, while I would love to blurt out all the negative, terrible things that have happened to me or that I know, I know better than to do that.”

“Now suddenly I’m curious,” Negan slurred, sucking at his bottom lip and dropping his head to the side slightly. “What do you know about Maggie that I don’t know?”

Silence fell over the both of them. A smirk tugged at Negan’s lips, his eyebrows bouncing up like he was waiting for her to say something. Shaking her head let him know that nothing was going to be said and it made Negan roll his eyes.

“That whole best friend code thing?” Negan snorted, still attempting to get her to talk about what was bothering her.

“If such a thing existed, I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that knows about it,” she spoke quietly enough but she knew that Negan heard her. That was more than enough toward Maggie for tonight. She knew better than to let it get this far. “So how is Jordyn?”

“Smooth transition,” Negan commented, amusement flooding his handsome features. Allowing her that right, Negan adjusted in his seat and folded his arms out in front of his chest. “She’s at home with my mother. Which does remind me, on Saturday she has something that she wanted me to ask you to come to. It’s this thing for school where the children bring their parents. It’s like an outing to Central Park. They do these, I don’t even know. Obstacles for family members to do. They can win something. She was telling me about it this morning, but she was a little all over the place with it. I know she has a sheet that I can send you tomorrow if you’re available.”

“You don’t want to take Maggie?” she was curious as to why Negan would ask her in the first place. Yeah, she took care of Jordyn a lot, but Maggie was the person that was dating Negan.

“Maggie isn’t her mother,” Negan commented simply as if that was a good excuse as to why. Once he said it, Negan’s lips parted and he swallowed down hard. By the look on her face, he knew she didn’t understand what he meant. It was just after so long of Y/N being the only female influence in Jordyn’s life, it did feel like she was actually Jordyn’s mother. That made him confused sometimes when he talked about her relationship with his daughter. “Fuck. You’re obviously not her mother either, but you’re the closest thing to a mother she’s had. Jordyn doesn’t really remember Lucille. The only thing she knows is you. You took care of her when I couldn’t. You are with her multiple days a week. She counts on you and you are always there for her. You’re like her mother without being her mother.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” she felt her chest tightening hearing how Jordyn viewed her. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t love Negan’s daughter. They had a bond that was very sweet. It made her happy and Jordyn was one of the only things that brought her joy. “Then I can’t say no. That little girl means everything to me.”

“I don’t think I have ever properly thanked you for all you do for my daughter,” Negan stammered, hooking his fingers together in his lap. By his body language she could tell that he was uncomfortable. “Jordyn wasn’t your responsibility, but you stepped up when no one else did. Including me. You’re the closest thing to a mother that Jordyn has ever had and I know that she loves you.”

“And I love her,” she assured Negan knowing that regardless of how she felt toward Negan and Maggie, she cared very much about Jordyn.

“You pretty much help me raise her,” Negan recalled how things had been over the last eight years. “I don’t think I would have made it without you. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t walk into my class eight years ago. You make my little girl very happy. And you had no reason you had to do what you’ve done, but it means a lot to me. To both of us.”

“Well she means a lot to me too. I’m just thankful you both welcomed me into her life,” she gave a smile being honest about how she felt toward Jordyn. “She’s an amazing little girl. Probably the highlight of my life right now.”

“You’re an angel,” Negan declared, lifting his hand up to capture her chin between his index finger and thumb. Sweeping the pad of his thumb in over her jawline had her eyes fluttering to a close. It made her heart beat harder inside of her chest at the sensation. Forcing her eyes open, she noticed how locked onto her Negan appeared to be.

“Is this the girl?” a voice boomed in from beside them making Negan pull his hand back. Lifting her head, Y/N saw a man approaching and by his name tag she assumed that he was a professor. Although? He was dressed a little skeezy to be a professor here. That was her thoughts at least. He was wearing a gray suit with a black button down underneath. The buttons to his shirt were undone almost all the way down to his bellybutton. His brown hair was slicked back and he looked like he was more so ready to go out for a night on town. Once the stranger was before them, he couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N. “Maggie, right? This man talks about you all the time. I can see why he is so smitten with you. You’re gorgeous…”

“I’m not Maggie,” she interrupted the stranger since she was already jealous enough as it was. “I’m actually Maggie’s best friend.”

“Oh!” the stranger looked between Negan and Y/N letting out a rumble of a sound. “Negan, you dirty dog! Best friends?”

“It’s not…” Negan immediately shook his head, holding his hands up. “We aren’t…”

“Negan and I are just friends. Four years ago I probably would have called him my best friend, but then he hooked up with Maggie who was my childhood best friend. And our close friendship kind of fell apart after that. Now we’re just friends,” Y/N explained, reaching out to pat Negan on the chest firmly. Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that comment caught Negan’s attention. Likely because there were layers of anger in that statement. “I’m stepping in for Maggie because she couldn’t be here tonight. I work closely with her.”

“I consider that a win,” the stranger stepped between Y/N and Negan, lowering down to his knees to put himself between the two of them. The way his brown eyes hooked with hers had her heart skipping a beat. The stranger certainly wasn’t a bad looking man. So to have his attention like this? Well, it was charming in the moment. “This is where I’m going to take the chance to introduce myself, my name is Shane Walsh. And you are fucking beautiful.”

“Wow, you’re forward,” she mused, a tiny laugh falling from her throat. Tipping his head from side to side, Shane gave her a charming smile that made sure her eyes were locked on him with his big brown eyes. “That’s very bold.”

“I like to think so,” Shane winked, his hand reaching for hers to introduce himself and when he grabbed her hand his fingers ran across the back of it to check for a ring. “Am I to assume that you aren’t married?”

“I’m not married,” she confirmed for Shane who seemed to light up at her answer.

“Are you dating someone?” Shane pushed further eliciting an annoyed groan from Negan behind him. That didn’t seem to stop Shane from asking though.

“Just my job,” she responded finding herself entertained that Negan seemed infuriated that Shane had just so blatantly blocked him out of the conversation.

“Do you have plans for after the event?” Shane wondered, his chiseled jawline flexing. Who knew that she would have someone trying to hook up with her at this event? That was certainly a surprise. “Because I’d love to get to know you better.”

“Christ, I’m right here!” Negan grunted out, but Shane just waved his hand up in the air to dismiss his comment. That had a rush of red flooding into Negan’s face. That brush off made it look like Negan wanted to knock Shane on his ass. “She’s here with me.”

“As your guest, not your girlfriend,” Shane pointed out, shooting Negan a quick glance over his shoulder. Shane was making his intentions clear and he was laying them out on the table. Even if it was pissing Negan off in the process. “Chill out Smith. It’s not like I’m moving in on what’s yours.”

“I’m going to agree to disagree with you there,” Negan hissed, his fingers curling around Shane’s shoulder getting Shane to back up so he was no longer between both her and Negan. “I’m very protective of this woman and considering I know what you’re like…”

“Fun is what he means,” Shane defended himself, placing his hand in over the center of his chest. “I’m very fun.”

Motioning her to wait, Shane pulled out a card from his pocket and pat his pockets to find a pen. Writing something down, he handed the card to her and gave her a wink, “If you get bored of this guy later tonight and you’d like to have some fun, don’t be afraid to call me. Even if it’s not tonight. We can meet up for a drink and see what happens.”

Curling her fingers around the card, she gave him a nod with Shane biting down on his bottom lip. Patting Negan on the shoulder seemed to infuriate Negan before Shane went off to another area to talk to someone else.

“You can’t be seriously considering it,” Negan scoffed, his eyes narrowing with his body language growing more uncomfortable. “Shane is a scumbag. Do you know how many fucking students he has been rumored to have relations with? I’m pretty sure there were rumors around the school that he fucked a student and filmed it. They said it ended up on one of the websites for everyone to see.”

“Do you really think the college would still employ him if that was the case? It’s college Negan, not high school. Everyone is a consenting adult,” she responded back having Negan let out a surprised sound with her reply. Seemingly, he thought telling her that would have her disgusted at the idea of Shane. “What? You’re acting like he’s screwing around with women that aren’t consenting adults.”

“But it’s an abuse of power,” Negan suggested, throwing his hand about in frustration. “And he’s…a fucking prick. I hate that guy.”

“Maggie was a student when you two started to hook up,” she reminded Negan of her final year at the school. That reminder had the color draining from Negan’s face. “So do you really have the right to judge?”

“Maggie wasn’t my student,” Negan corrected her with a bit of anger behind his tone, the lines in his forehead growing. “That’s the big difference.”

“Still, there is a bit of an age gap,” she stressed to Negan visibly making him tense at the reminder. “Wouldn’t people say the same thing about you? You were fucking a student. The two of you had wild sex all the time.”

“It’s not the same thing,” Negan repeated, his throat flexing in a moment of aggravation. “Maggie was in her twenties at the time. Old enough to make decisions. If she was my student, people would have every right to give me shit.”

“Because starting a relationship with one of your students would have been the worst thing in the world,” she returned her stare back to Negan who looked like he wanted to say something, but then didn’t. Shaking her head, she reached for her purse and put Shane’s card into it. That decision alone seemed to infuriate Negan. What had been a light hearted moment quickly went south after she had been confused for Maggie and someone else showed interest in her. “Don’t worry Negan. I’m not going to have sex with your co-worker. It was just nice to feel seen for once. It’s been a long time since someone has had that kind of response to me. Then again, I rarely get out because of my job. When I’m not working, I’m doing my best to get in sleep because I hardly get any.”

“I find it hard to believe that you aren’t noticed by a lot of people because you’re perfect,” Negan stressed, his fingers stretching out on the table top. Hearing that took her breath away. Perfect? “Who wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“I can think of a few people,” she frowned, forcing herself to look away from Negan. More than anything, all she ever wanted was to be seen by Negan. To be wanted by Negan, but she lost that chance a long time ago.

Thankfully this conversation didn’t last any longer because other people were starting to show up that were also sitting at their table. In the first hour of being there many people had come up to introduce themselves calling her Maggie. So often she wished that she could be Maggie. Maggie had everything she wanted in life, but getting called Maggie? Well that was infuriating her. And to have so many women who worked at the school coming up to tell her how much Negan loved her? Really, it sickened her and she wished the alcohol was out so she could be getting herself shit faced. Having to tell people over and over again she wasn’t Maggie wasn’t all that fun.

Considering everyone thought she was Maggie told her that they had never met Maggie, but also that Negan talked about Maggie all the time for them to be able to expect her. It sounded like Negan had told them all that they were going to meet her at that event. Which meant Negan bragged about her. Every day she was starting to realize just how lucky Maggie truly was.

By the time she had to get up on stage, she really felt like she had no shits left to give. They had already prepared the video she sent Negan previously to go with her speech. At the start of her speech, she took after Negan cracking a few jokes about not being Maggie. Instead of worrying, she decided to go with the educated comedian attitude, appealing a little bit to everyone in the audience. Usually she was pretty straight forward with her teaching methods, but the smart ass was coming out of her and it seemed to be working because most of the audience was focused on her. Having their attention felt nice and she could see why Maggie enjoyed it. After she was done, it was Negan’s turn to go up once he helped her off the stage.

“Suddenly I wish I would have gone before her,” Negan commented when he made it up onto the stage. Confidence usually oozed through Negan’s veins when he was one on one with people or in small groups, but when he was in front of a lot of people he would tend to get nervous. Which he worked through with jokes and it always worked for him.

People were enchanted with Negan and she understood why. When he was in a room, he demanded attention. Whether he was nervous or not, when he was talking, everyone paid attention. There was something about his charisma that drew people to him. After his speech, he made his way back down beside her when the next person went up.

Once he sat down, she could see that he was still tense from being up there. Outstretching her hand, she placed hers over his and gave it a firm squeeze, “You did great.”

Even though she was frustrated with him and a little bitter, she didn’t want him to overthink what he had just done.

“So did you,” Negan winked, hooking his fingers with hers. During the speeches, she was surprised that he kept holding her hand but she allowed him to do so. Affection from him felt nice, so she wasn’t going to turn it away. By the time the alcohol became available, she was thankful for it. Right off the bat, she probably drank way too much. A few people had come up to talk to her about Vixen, but after the professional parts of the event it seemed like most people just wanted to enjoy the Christmas decorations and the party that came with it. During the middle of their meals, she did find herself feeling out of place with conversations. No one else other than Negan knew who she was. Except for a few random professors that she had back in the day that came up to talk to her. So a lot of her time was spent in silence. Looking around the table, many people were lost in conversation. And she wondered what they were even talking about. When her eyes fell upon Negan, she realized that he was staring out at her. “Do you want to dance?”

“I’m sorry?” she realized that Negan had leaned in to speak in her ear since everyone was so loud by now enjoying themselves. Music was also playing so that made hearing him harder.

“I asked you if you wanted to dance,” Negan repeated what his original question was, his hazel eyes hooked on hers when he leaned back. “We used to dance all the time in the past. Do you still have it in you?”

“Sure, why not?” she accepted Negan’s hand in hers, standing from the table carefully. Moving through the crowd with Negan leading her to the dance floor, she felt her face getting hot. When Negan got where he wanted to be, he turned to her and hooked his arm loosely around her waist to pull her in closer to him. Everything was slightly blurred and she knew that she was drunk. She drank too much too fast. She’d be surprised if she didn’t make a fool of herself. But Negan was right. They used to always dance in his classroom just to be silly with one another in the past. Things got tense when she had to force herself to look at Negan. Especially since they hadn’t been this close in almost four years. “Do you think Maggie will be accepting of my speech tonight?”

“Maggie will never hear your speech from tonight,” Negan responded, his right eyebrow arching as he spoke. They were moving together and Negan knew that he had to be the lead in this. Even he could pick up on the fact she was a little tipsy. “Even if she did, I think your speech was very well done. You spoke about your experiences at the school. You talked about Maggie and what she does. Linked the two together. You were both professional and fucking funny. Maggie might not have approved of the jokes, but I think it made you more relatable. That kind of attitude charms people.”

“I figured it worked with you, so I might as well try it,” she gasped when Negan spun her about on the dancefloor having her falling in against his chest with a laugh. Until that moment she was overthinking everything she had done tonight with her speech. Normally she would have been more…boring? But with Negan pulling out that dance move, she couldn’t help but be amused. “I may have had a little bit too much to drink tonight so please be careful with me.”

“I’ll do my best,” Negan snickered against the side of her neck enjoying the way that she was laughing while they danced together. “Tonight has brought a lot of memories back for me. Like when you were my student teacher up in front of the class. Giving lectures…”

“If that’s what I reminded you of, then I must have been boring,” she placed her hand in over the center of Negan’s chest to brace herself. It had been a long time since they were this close with one another. Having this kind of focus from Negan felt good, but she knew that it wouldn’t last long.

“You were never boring. When you’re passionate about something, you fucking glow,” Negan declared, shaking his head as his hands settled in over her hips. “I was always very impressed with you and what you were capable of. How fast you picked up on things, how easy they came to you. I have no fucking doubts that you were my favorite student through the years.”

“And likely your biggest let down,” she retorted hating that she had so much potential to be something more than what she was. Back when she was here, Negan promised her the world. A job in the industry, assuring her that she was better than so many people that were working in movies back then. And now she was a glorified slave. “You thought I was destined for big things and look where I am.”

“Why do you talk about yourself like that?” Negan frowned, his big hazel eyes growing with sadness. He hated hearing her talk like that. Waiting for an answer, she just shrugged her shoulders and sighed loudly. “I told you that you were too good for fashion design when you were going to school.”

“Apparently I wasn’t good enough for either fashion design or film,” she let out an extended sigh, overwhelmed with her own emotions tonight. This was probably why she never drank. It brought her down, not up. “I’ve kind of failed at everything, huh?”

“Y’know what? Fuck this,” Negan scoffed, grabbing her hand in his. Carelessly moving through the crowd of people, Negan stole quick glances back at her to make sure that she was okay. Snagging her purse before they left the room, she didn’t know where Negan was taking her because he wouldn’t tell her. No matter how many times she asked him. That was until she realized that they were headed to Negan’s lecture hall. Unlocking the door, Negan pushed it open and stepped aside. Holding out his hand, he waved it about, giving her a big cheesy smile. “After you my dear.”

With a laugh, she moved into the room and let out a long sigh once she saw it. Not much had changed. Most of her time was spent in this room with her four years at this college. Moving down the steps toward the front of the lecture hall amused her. Heading over to the seat in the front row that she used to always take drew Negan’s attention as he made his way down the stairs. Dropping down into the seat, she tapped her hands on top of the desk. Unhurriedly he went over to his desk and sat down on the edge of it staring out at her.

“Do you remember your first day of class?” Negan asked, his fingers curling around the edge of the desk. Nodding, she looked around the classroom around her. Memories started flooding through her. The people she’d talk to. Projects. Conversations. The late nights she spent in here just talking with Negan. Helping him correct his papers. “What were your first initial thoughts?”

“About this class?” she confirmed, finally giving Negan her full attention instead of thinking back to what it used to be like in here. “You want me to be honest?”

“That’s all I ever want from you,” Negan huffed, slouching forward and bobbing his head about. Squeezing his fingers tightly where they were, he wanted her to talk about things that made her happy. Things that would bring back good memories and not bad ones. “We used to talk about it a long time ago.”

“Are we talking about why I joined your classes?” she wondered, forcing herself to look away from Negan. There was a lump growing in her throat when she stretched her fingers out across the length of the top of the desk. “How my family wanted me to take film classes to see if I preferred it over fashion design?”

Silence followed and she couldn’t help but smirk, “Because if you remember, I doubted taking your classes at first. But then I ended up liking them very much.”

“Your initial reaction of me is that you found me intimidating, right?” Negan mused, a goofy smile tugging at his handsome features when she lifted her gaze to him again. Rolling her eyes she shook her head and then bit down on her bottom lip. “What?”

“Everyone else found you intimidating. With the way you spoke. How you’d swear all the time. Or you weren’t afraid to make people look stupid and put them in their places. You weren’t the typical professor. If someone fucked up? They never did it again. You made sure of that. Yet most people loved you. Weird how that works,” she remembered what everyone was like when they were in Negan’s classes. Most people who started hating Negan loved him in the end. The look in Negan’s eyes showed that he was amused hearing that. The faint smile slowly disappeared from her lips when she shrugged. “I can’t tell you what my original thoughts were on the first day of class with you.”

“And why not?” Negan groaned out, tipping his head from side to side hinting that his neck or shoulders may have hurt. Lifting his hand, he unhooked the buttons that were on his jacket causing her to sigh.

“Because they were inappropriate,” she informed him wondering if she should tell him and be honest. Hell, what did she have to lose in the moment? The man told her he only wanted the truth from her. So it couldn’t hurt. Then again? That might have been the liquid courage speaking. “Originally, I thought that maybe I was making a mistake in focusing on both fashion and film. Getting a major in fashion and a minor in film didn’t exactly sound easy nor tempting. But then the professor walked in and I thought…holy fucking shit. He’s fucking hot. Maybe classes with this guy won’t be so bad.”

A loud, hearty laugh fell deep from within Negan’s throat. Tipping his head back had the prominent vein at the side of his neck showing and she shamelessly shrugged her shoulders, “After that first day I knew I wouldn’t have many problems in class because you were so good looking I knew I wouldn’t hate it. Even if the class was boring, I could look at you and I would be able to get by.”

“Most of my students have that first initial feeling,” Negan suggested and she rolled her eyes at his arrogance. Hearing that didn’t surprise him. It wasn’t the first time people had told him that they thought he was hot. “I’m just saying. Many of my students have always commented on my looks. I’m used to hearing it.”

“No ego there,” she grumbled, caressing her hand over the top of her desk again. With her confession, that wasn’t really the response that she wanted from him.

“We both know my ego is gigantic,” Negan didn’t deny her comment eliciting a laugh from the both of them. There was no hiding that Negan’s ego was huge and often annoyed people. He knew that he could smile at someone and get people to do whatever the hell he wanted. But he was also very arrogant. He played off his good looks and he made people know he was good looking. So much so that it got annoying sometimes. “Most of the time that crush students have on me gradually begins to leave as they learn I’m kind of an asshole.”

This is where she chose to be quiet. Not lying to Negan was a big thing for her. Keeping things from him was innocent enough. Lying to him was another thing. Dropping her head down, she thought of how things were with them in the past, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?” Negan started tapping his fingers against the desk creating a tune from it.

“Why did you stop trying to help me get into the film business?” she was blunt, lifting her head up to stare out at Negan expectantly. A touch of color flooded into her face. It appeared like she was disappointed and embarrassed when she asked him. Slouching forward, Negan’s lips parted. It looked like he wanted to say something, went to and the reconsidered it. “I mean, during my final year you were building me up. Telling me that you were going to be helping me get into the business. Hook me up with things. And then you never did. You made me believe that I was capable of so much.”

“You are,” Negan was quick to respond, his eyes narrowing when he realized that she was kind of upset after asking that. “I uh…” Negan paused, shaking his head. What she wanted was an answer. And he didn’t know if he had a good one. “I don’t know. I guess I assumed because Maggie was getting you a job at Vixen that there was no reason for me to try to find you something else. That was the place you had always dreamt of working at. You told me that yourself.”

“I never dreamt of being someone’s personal assistant,” she stressed, expressing how disappointed she really was with her life right now. When she started with Maggie, Maggie promised her partner. Not what she ended up being. “I really thought I was something special. You built me up to believe that. And now I’m nothing.”

“How are you nothing? You work for one of the biggest fashion designers in the world right now,” Negan reminded her, throwing his hand about and snapping his fingers. “Do you know how many people would love to work for Guy Vixen? You can’t talk like your life is the worst thing possible because you’re working where you always dreamt of being.”

“I don’t work for Guy Vixen, I work for Maggie Greene,” she simply stated the truth knowing that she was being negative in the moment. But it was true. “Guy Vixen doesn’t even know my name. I’m in a dead-end job that is going to go nowhere because of a promise I made to someone that eats away at my guilt keeping me from really being something important.”

“What does that mean?” Negan obviously didn’t know what she was talking about because she never really told anyone about the promise that she made to Maggie’s father to watch over her and take care of Maggie.

“It doesn’t matter,” she exhaled loudly wishing that she could be open with Negan about things, but it wouldn’t change his mind on Maggie. Nor would it change the past and the things that happened. “Not to put you on the spot, but did I do something?”

“Do something?” he repeated her words, his facial expression showing that he didn’t know where she was headed with the conversation.

“To make you not want to be around me anymore,” she stammered, her face growing hot since she was being so brazen with her actions tonight. “Before you hooked up with Maggie we were together all the time. Hanging out. Spending time together. Spending time with Jordyn. You were my biggest cheerleader promising me the world and then you just kind of…stopped. I thought the two of us were closer than we obviously are.”

“Oh,” Negan paused to think about what she asked him. By the look in his eyes he was really fighting to come up with an answer.

“Never mind,” she realized it was taking longer than she would have liked it to have taken. That hope that there was something more he felt for her was stupid to begin with. “Forget that I asked. It was stupid anyways.”

“No. It’s not stupid. You’re right. We were together all the time and we were really close,” Negan agreed with her, folding his arms in front of his chest. Still, it took him longer than she would have liked it to. “You didn’t do anything, I just…I don’t know? When Maggie and I started dating, I think I just started spending all my extra time with Maggie. When you’re with someone, you kind of just want to be able to spend as much time with them as possible. That doesn’t mean that you did something wrong. Because you didn’t. You’re still one of the most important people in my life Y/N.”

“Your daughter’s life,” she corrected his statement, forcing herself to look away from him. “I’m important to Jordyn. And I’ve come to terms with that. I just wish that you wouldn’t have given up on me completely.”

“I never realized you were as unhappy as you are,” Negan explained, his hand lifting to place in over the center of his chest to defend himself. What he was hearing tonight shocked him. Because he really thought she was happy. She was always smiling and positive when she was with Jordyn. So this side of her? He had no idea that it existed. “If I would have known, I would have gotten you a job somewhere. I was more connected to things back then. I could have easily gotten you a job.”

“And now you can’t?” she confirmed with him noticing the way that Negan stammered to find the right words. Suddenly it felt like the room was spinning around her and she wished she wouldn’t have opened her mouth. “Yeah, I understand.”

“Listen…” Negan paused, hating to see the expression that was over her face. “We haven’t worked together since you were in college. I have no idea what your work ethic is like. You’ve been at a fashion design company for four years. I don’t think that background is the kind someone would be looking for. With how long I’ve been gone from the industry? I don’t think someone is just going to trust me when I say to them, hey, this girl that I know would like a job and four years ago she was my best student. Y’know?”

“This girl,” she repeated what he said, biting down on her bottom lip. Every part of her felt like it was on fire with how worked up she was feeling.

“Fuck, I would have to have something to prove that you’re good at what you do,” Negan educated her on how things would have to work. For the first time, Negan was stuttering. His confidence was gone and it felt like he was just making things up. It was obvious she was upset, so he was just twisting his words. “You should have said something to me four years ago. I could have done something then. Now? I don’t know what you expect me to be able to do. I don’t have the kind of connections that I did then. Anything I have from you is over four…”

“I think it’s time for me to leave,” she threw up her hands, interrupting him so she didn’t have to continue to listen to this. Getting up from the desk, she had to balance her hands firmly over the desk because she was feeling the effects of the alcohol overwhelming her. When she did get enough strength to stand on her feet, she started to head back toward the door, but Negan called out to her. “It was nice talking to you tonight Negan. I’ll see you on Saturday for Jordyn’s event.”

“Please don’t leave like this,” Negan begged, standing up from the desk when she started to head for the stairs. “I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“Then you haven’t been looking at me good enough for the last four years,” she scoffed, expressing that she hadn’t been happy for a very long time. Now, she just had no filtering system. So putting up that façade wasn’t as easy as it was for so long. “Goodnight Negan.”

“You stopped trying too you know,” Negan proclaimed having her stop midway up the steps. What she just heard sent a fiery rush throughout her body. “I would try to talk to you when I was at the apartment. But after I hooked up with Maggie, you blew me off every single time. You didn’t want to be anywhere near me. So this isn’t all my fault. The only time I get to see you is when you come to get Jordyn or we’re in the same place with my daughter. If you wanted to keep our friendship, then you should have tried too. Same thing with working in film. If that’s what you truly wanted, you should have come to me sooner.”

“You just gave up on me Negan,” she blurt out, throwing her hand up in the air. Turning on her heel, her eyes were angry at what he had just threw on her. “You promised to find me a job and you never did. You didn’t even try. You filled my head with empty promises that you never delivered on. Told me over and over again that I was going to be somebody.”

“It’s not my fault that you did nothing with yourself,” Negan snapped at her, immediately regretting it with the way the color drained from her face. His heart was pounding inside of his chest, his fists curled at his sides. Hearing what he had just said confirmed what she thought about herself. That she was nothing. And he agreed with her.

“You seem to forget what I did for you Negan,” she dropped her head down, and in that moment, she looked miserable. “You gave up completely. On yourself. On Jordyn. If it wasn’t for me, you may not even have this job anymore. I took care of Jordyn when you couldn’t. I took care of you when you couldn’t. I’m the person that pulled you out of your darkness.”

Being reminded of that had Negan’s body loosening up, a lump growing in his throat. Dropping his head down, he stroked at the back of his neck and felt guilty, “But I’m glad life worked itself out for you. You’re happy now. Good for you Negan.”

“I never realized how much you hate me,” Negan sneered, letting out an irritated breath when she reached the top step. “You’ve been holding this anger in for…what? All four years?”

“Is that what you really think? That I hate you?” she responded, turning to face him again. That comment had made her emotional and he could see that tears were burning in her eyes. “I don’t hate you.”

God, why did she have to be so fucking emotional in that moment? Clinging to her purse, she let out a tremoring breath when the warmth of a single tear slid down her face, “I never hated you Negan. Sometimes I wish I did.”

“I…” Negan began, his breathing loud enough for her to hear. “I don’t know what to say to you.”

“You don’t have to say anything Negan,” she shrugged, her heart hammering inside of her chest. “I just expect too much from people. I give up everything for Maggie and all she does is shit on me. Her father begs me when he’s dying to take care of her because I’ve been the only constant in her life and look where I am now. You were ready to die and I saved you. Do you think it’s too much for me to wish that someone would do for me what I’ve done for them?”

“I didn’t know that about Maggie’s dad,” Negan retorted, his nose wrinkling wondering if she had told him that in the past and he didn’t remember. “How am I supposed to know those things? With both of you in my life…”

A loud swallow followed from Negan with his long eyelashes fluttering, “I was important to you. And then you dropped me for my best friend. I don’t know what I was expecting from you. Go home to Maggie. The two of you belong together.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Negan inquired, his jaw flexing in response to her comment. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“No, you and Maggie are the perfect couple Negan. I’m thoroughly happy for you,” she was lying now and she was being an asshole. There was no question there. “I’m fucking miserable Negan and it’d be nice to have someone care for me. But no one does. No one, except your daughter. So please, just forget I ever said anything to you.”

“I don’t want to forget,” Negan insisted when she reached for the door to leave. Running up the stairs, Negan firmly wrapped his fingers around her wrist to keep her from leaving. “Whether you believe it or not, I do care about you. You saved me from myself. You made me realize life was worth living. I’m only happy now because of you. I don’t want you to end up like I was. What can I do to help you? I want the two of us to be close again.”

“I don’t think I’m meant to be happy Negan,” she admitted, a broken breath escaping her lips. Shrugging her shoulders, she huffed when Negan pulled her forward into his arms to give her a big hug. Closing her eyes, she didn’t know how to respond. Part of her was actually furious with Negan for the things he said, but the other part of her was still so hopelessly in love with him. “I’m just here to lift others up and let them be happy.”

“Maybe you can talk to Maggie about her trying to help you get promoted to something else or to get a job elsewhere. A place where you are more suited,” Negan offered a suggestion, tipping his head back to stare into her eyes. Rolling her eyes was almost involuntary. Right now she did most of Maggie’s job except for the exciting parts. Maggie had no interest in helping her. In the past she had already tried to get promoted or placed in another area. And that didn’t work. “Why can’t you do that?”

“I’ve already tried. Maggie had no interest in helping me,” Y/N stated, carefully pulling herself away from Negan. Things were swirling in her mind and she was trying to come up with a better escape to find some kind of happiness. “What about a low position job in film? You know I’m a fast learner. I can start at the bottom and maybe work my way up. I’m okay with that.”

“Y/N, I know where you live which means I know you have to make a certain amount. No job in the lower part of the film business is going to pay you what you make. Even if it’s not as much as you would hope. You’re gonna be living in an apartment with a lot of people. And even if I were to do that, I would have to get a favor from friends because they would have to trust my word,” Negan rambled having her realizing that this would go nowhere. The hope that her time working with Negan would get her a job was shattering right before her. “I just don’t know if…”

“You think I wouldn’t be able to prove that I’m worth the favor?” she wondered, her eyes looking to Negan who stammered to find the right words. It put him on the spot and she knew that he wasn’t going to even bother helping her. “Forget it Negan. I’m sorry I asked. That’s putting you in a tough position and that’s asking a lot from a person I’m not even close to.”

“You’re the moth…” Negan paused, his dimples sinking in with frustration. “You’re like the mother to my child. I’m pretty sure I’m obligated to help you in some fashion here.”

“I’m not the mother to your child though Negan. Lucille was,” she reminded Negan of his late wife hearing the trembling breath that came from his lips. “Please just pretend that I didn’t have this total meltdown tonight. This is why I try to stay away from alcohol. I have a total fucking pity party that no one wants to hear. Not even myself. I’m going to leave and pretend that none of this happened. So hopefully you do too. And then we can just go back to pretending like we’re close when we really aren’t.”

“Stop, just stop. Come over tonight,” Negan spoke in almost a demand and less of a question. It had her scoffing because what in God’s name would that do to help things? “I don’t know when the last time I played video games was. I miss spending time with you. Just…come to my house. I have some sweats that you can hop into. I know my mother would love to see you. She fucking loves you. And Jordyn wouldn’t have a hard time with you coming over. She loves you too. Let’s go to my place. Play some video games. Eat some ice cream and snack on some food that is shitty for us. What do you say?”

“I don’t think Maggie would be okay with that,” she brought forth the most important piece to Negan’s puzzle other than his daughter. Maggie not only hated Negan playing video games, but she would no doubt rage over them spending the night together. Even if they were just hanging out.

“Fuck what Maggie would be okay with. I should be able to spend time with my friends. Especially her best friend. We share the same friend and yet neither one of us spends enough time with her,” Negan was expressive in the way he was trying to get her to agree to coming home with him. After their fight, he felt awful and he didn’t think that she should be alone to herself. There were signs he saw in her that reminded him of when he was at his lowest. “I’ll get my driver to take us back to my place. Come on.”

Thinking things over, she felt Negan reaching for her hands to give them a firm squeeze, “Unless of course you are thinking of taking Shane up on his offer from earlier.”

“I completely already forgot about that guy,” she rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief that Negan even brought him back up. What he was doing was attempting to change the subject to something that might make her laugh.

“I’m not really giving you a choice here, so just come back with me. We’ll get our jackets. We can leave and we will just spend the rest of the night hanging out,” Negan stressed to her what they were going to be doing, reaching for her hand to lead her out of the classroom. Locking things up, Negan kept his fingers hooked with hers to take her to their jackets. “It will be just like the old times.”

“Except in the past you did it with me because you wanted to, not because I made you feel guilty,” she replied back making Negan tense up, stealing a quick look back at her. “You’re doing this because you feel bad for me.”

“And you did it for me because you felt bad for me, so I guess we’re just mirroring each other now. Aren’t we?” Negan countered with a grunt, grabbing her jacket and helping her to put it back on her. Getting his jacket on as well, Negan pulled out his cell phone and shook his head. “I’m gonna take you home. We’re gonna sober you up and we’re gonna spend the night talking. Which is what I want to do. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. So come on…”

Hooking his fingers with hers, Negan led her over toward the door to wait for his driver. Licking his lips, Negan looked to her with a frown, “I still consider you one of my best friends. One of the most important people in my life. I don’t know how you don’t see that.”

“I’m not out to make you feel bad Negan,” she backed down on her emotions since Negan really wasn’t the one at fault for all of her misery. “I just miss the way things used to be.”

“So do I,” Negan insisted using his free hand to place it in over his chest as if to defend himself again. “Some of my best memories are with you. We used to have so much fun together. Some of the stuff we did together after hours while checking tests were my favorite. Or when we’d lay up all night in my bed talking. I’ve never been able to talk to someone like I can you.”

“I felt the same way about you,” she felt an ache at the center of her chest. By the expression over Negan’s features, she could tell that he genuinely felt bad about all of this. And at least that mattered. That he felt some kind of emotions over the way she felt. It would have been worse if he just blew her off. “You and Jordyn brought a lot of happiness into my life.”

“I’d like to think we still could,” Negan stammered, turning further to face her. Grabbing both her hands in his again, he stroked his thumbs in over the back of them. “There are no rules saying that we have to stop talking because of Maggie. You can be the best friend to both me and her. Spending time with you should just be normal.”

“I don’t think Maggie is going to agree with that,” she was straight forward about things, still not wanting to elaborate completely with her emotions.

“Well in this case, I really don’t care what Maggie wants or what she is going to agree to. I was friends with you before I started dating her. You’re the predominant female figure in my daughter’s life and I feel things for you that no one will understand so she’s just gonna have to deal,” Negan slurred, leaning down again to pull her in for a hug. Holding tightly to her had her regretting everything she said tonight. For the most part she always did a good job at keeping her mouth shut, but tonight she was just unloading. When Negan realized that his driver was there, he pulled back and urged her to follow him. Helping her into the car, Negan got in behind her with them getting comfortable. “Are you cold?”

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him, but he ignored her completely taking his jacket off and putting it over her lap to help warm up her legs. Adjusting the heat, Negan was moving all over the place with them headed to his home. Dropping down beside her again, Negan huffed out and looked down at what he was wearing. “What?”

“I can’t wait to get out of this,” Negan declared, palming down over his chest toward his abdomen. It brought attention to the vest that he was wearing. The suit was perfectly tailored to his slender body and she didn’t understand why he hated it so much. “My sweatpants and my t-shirt are calling to me. I hear them from here.”

“I know you hate dressing up, but you look really good,” she complimented him, gazing over at him from where she was seated beside him. “You make a suit look good. You’re naturally very handsome, but put you in something like that? It’s breathtaking.”

“You’re sweet,” Negan winked, nudging her playfully with his arm. “I always hated wearing these things. Lucille used to beg me to dress up in them all the time and I just never felt comfortable in them. It’s just not who I am.”

“Comfortable or not, you look really good. Before you take it off, you should take a photo of yourself for me,” she was actually pretty thankful that he had turned the heat up because she was genuinely cold at first. Now she was warm beneath his jacket.

“Deal,” Negan snickered, dropping his head back against the backseat of the car. “What about you? You should dress up like that more often.”

“I run around too much to dress up like this,” she noted thinking about her every day life. “I don’t get to dress up much because if I did, I don’t think it would work well. I’m up and down all the time. So it’s comfortable clothes for me. Not that I would prefer those, but I think I need to wear them.”

“Have you thought about taking a vacation for yourself?” Negan wondered, rubbing his palms at his thighs to warm himself up. “It sounds like you could use a break from your life.”

“I don’t think Maggie could handle that,” she commented what she knew to be true about the woman she spent almost every day with. If she wasn’t there, she was certain that Maggie would fall apart. “I also don’t think I could afford that. Having to pay for the apartment completely now, I just can’t afford to get away.”

“Is Maggie really that helpless?” Negan scoffed, his face scrunching up. Clearly he had caught on to the many times that she had stressed how much Maggie needed her. “By the way she talks about her job, it sounds like she has everything under control.”

“She does,” she agreed with the statement, getting more relaxed in her seat. “Because of me. Without me, everything would fall apart.”

“I see,” Negan clicked his tongue at the top of his mouth, gazing over her for a long moment before speaking again. “Maggie is your best friend as far as I’m aware. How come you don’t feel comfortable talking to her about all of this? If the two of you have been close for so long, you’d think you’d be able to talk things out with her.”

“It’s complicated,” that was really the best way to sum things up with Maggie. Actions spoke louder than words and it was hard for Y/N to really think that Maggie saw Y/N as her best friend. Letting her thoughts linger, Y/N shifted in the seat and turned to face Negan better. “Can I ask you something personal?”

A wicked smirk tugged at Negan’s features, she knew that was a stupid question. During her entire time being around Negan, he was never one to hold back on things. So for her to ask that was just stupid in general.

“With Maggie…” she began, her throat going dry since she was touching areas that she had always wondered about but never had the strength to truly ask. “What was it about Maggie that made you fall for her?”

“Oh, not what I was expecting,” Negan’s eyebrows bounced up, biting down on his bottom lip while considering his answer. “Do you remember what Lucille looked like from photos?” Negan looked to her with his big eyes and Y/N slowly nodded. “I feel like Maggie and Lucille physically have a lot of similarities. Lucille had that southern twang too and I really like that. Plus, they were both spitfires. There are some negatives of course about Maggie that I see, but sometimes I think I compare her too harshly to Lucille because Lucille was the love of my life. No one is ever gonna be Lucille, you know?”

“So you got with her because she reminded you of Lucille?” she confirmed what she thought she was hearing. It looked like Negan was going to agree with it at first, but then tipped his head from side to side.

“That and she was super persistent,” Negan recalled the past, his face scrunching up when he thought back on things. “We met that first time she came by to drop something off for you. Over the next few days, she kept coming back to the classroom to talk. Flirting, a lot. And of course, she’s a very beautiful girl. Charming as hell.”

“Come again,” she felt her heart skip a beat listening to Negan talk about Maggie. “Did you just say that she kept coming back to talk to you after that day?”

“Yeah,” Negan responded noticing the color draining from Y/N’s face. “I thought she was coming around looking for you the first few times, but I realized she was just coming by to flirt with me. I thought it was cute. She was laying it on thick. I took the hint and that’s why I showed up at your apartment that day with the flowers.”

“I see,” Y/N felt her face growing hot as Negan continued to talk about how him and Maggie actually happened. Hearing the truth about things hurt considering she told Maggie long before all that how she felt about Negan. Maggie was one of two people she told everything to back then. So to hear that her best friend knew that she was in love with Negan and still went after him so hard hurt. “And after the flowers?”

“She’d come and visit me every day in class,” Negan followed up her question having the fire growing inside of Y/N’s veins. That day Negan had showed up with the flowers, Maggie promised that she wouldn’t let things go any further between her and Negan. “The first time we slept together was the time you walked in on us. She invited me over to the apartment and she pretty much jumped me. Assured me that you wouldn’t be coming back home because you were out with some guy…”

“Jesus,” she blurt out, lowering her head to pinch at the bridge of her nose. A confused breath escaped Negan’s throat at her response. See, for Negan this likely didn’t make sense or mean anything. But Y/N was starting to piece things together. Maggie did all of it on purpose. Maggie took the man that Y/N loved just to prove that she could and Y/N never left. “I’m so fucking stupid.”

“That’s a weird comment to make after what I just said,” Negan slurred, not sure how to respond to how she reacted. “Obviously, if I would have known that you were coming home that night, I would have never allowed us to do that…there. That wasn’t how I pictured you seeing my dick the first time. You know?”

By the expression she gave him, Negan could tell that she wasn’t happy. He was trying to crack a joke there and it wasn’t really landing, “What’s wrong?”

“You really don’t know, do you?” she exhaled loudly leaving Negan to think about her question. It had Negan shaking his head and a tiny smile tugged at his lips.

“I’m not a psychic here love,” Negan reasoned with her, tapping his hands on his knees. Throwing his hands up, he was waiting for some kind of response from her, but he wasn’t getting one.

“So you chose Maggie because she was persistent and reminded you of Lucille?” she was fighting getting emotional over everything, just trying to sum up all of the details from Negan. “That’s what I’m gathering? And she’s obviously charming and good looking.”

“Yeah, I mean she was the first person interested in me after Lucille passed away,” Negan commented, throwing his right hand up in the air sensing that the vibe of everything was different after he answered her question. “It just felt like it made sense for me to be with Maggie.”

“The first person interested in you…” she couldn’t help but laugh, sliding further away from Negan on the backseat. Once again she became overwhelmed and severely angry. “And what did you think of me?”

“What do you mean?” Negan wasn’t sure where she was headed, noticing the distance that she put between them. “Do you mean when I first met you? I thought you were a very sweet, hard working student. I was impressed with how quickly you picked up on things. How hard you worked to be my best student.”

“By the time you met Maggie? What did you think about me then?” she threw it out there deeply wondering if Negan was completely blind to things. His lips parted, his eyes narrowing showing that he was considering her question. The sound of her phone buzzing drew her attention, but she didn’t look at it just yet.

“You were my angel,” Negan finally answered, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. “Everything around me was falling apart and you were there to hold me up when all I wanted to do was fall. You made me whole again. As you may have picked up on, in a way I do consider you to be Jordyn’s mother. Jordyn never knew Lucille and all she has ever known is you. In the first year or two of losing Lucille, you were a better parent than I was. You’re like the co-parent to my daughter. So I saw you as one of the most loving, loyal, sweet women I’ve ever known.”

It was hard to respond to that. Maggie was beautiful. Maggie was charming. Maggie reminded him of Lucille, but she was his angel that saved him. Again her phone vibrated and instead of responding to Negan she looked down to see that it was a few alerts that were sent to Maggie’s e-mail. Opening them up, she realized that it was a note from one of the team leaders of a project with a new client trying to check in to make sure that Maggie would be ready for tomorrow. Apparently their meeting got pushed forward a day and that was one of the e-mails that she didn’t respond to earlier in the morning.

“Great,” she muttered under her breath. Now she knew that she had to get a hold of Maggie before work tomorrow. Would she even be capable of that? Y/N knew that once Maggie was gone from work she didn’t want to be bothered. Which meant that she would have to drop by Maggie’s apartment in the morning to grab the project that she had given Maggie a few days ago to insure that it would be there for Maggie in the morning for her meeting.

“Not the answer you wanted?” Negan spoke up after the silence, getting Y/N to lift her eyes from her phone.

Why be honest with him at this point? It wasn’t going to get her anywhere. Especially since he made it clear that he very much cared for Maggie.

“I could say things, but ultimately? No matter how I feel, I love your daughter,” she didn’t want to ignore the main part of Negan’s comment with her being viewed as Jordyn’s mother. “I would do anything for that little girl and she means the world to me. I’ve said that many times tonight. I’m blessed to be able to be part of her life.”

“I’m really happy you love my daughter,” Negan started, his breathing growing uneven with him shrugging his shoulders. “But what about everything else? Was that not a good enough answer for you? Why don’t you tell me what you wanted to hear.”

Clasping her fingers tightly to the cell phone, she bit down on her bottom lip. Feeling her pulse jumping in her throat, she considered the truth, but knew it would only lead to her being further hurt, “It was a perfect answer Negan. Thank you.”

“You’re lying,” Negan accused, outstretching his fingers to drag them across her shoulder. “You don’t lie to me.”

“Now I don’t know what you want me to say,” she whispered, a lump growing in her throat with the way that Negan was staring out at her expectantly. Shrugging her shoulders, she didn’t know what to say to him anymore. “Some things are better off left unsaid. There are a lot of things I said tonight that I should have never said anyways.”

“They are weighing heavy on you, so why not fucking say something?” Negan snorted, the bridge of his nose creasing when he searched for answers.

“Negan,” she bit down on her bottom lip, letting curiosity get the best of her. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Of course I do,” Negan was quick to respond, not even taking the time to think about his answer. “I told you tonight that I thought you were very beautiful. When I saw you in that dress, my brain very much enjoyed it. I know that you are feeling down on yourself, but you should never doubt your looks because you’re a very beautiful girl. Inside and out.”

“Why did you never make a move on me then?” she whispered, hating herself the moment she asked it. The expression Negan gave her was more than enough for her to wish that the world opened up and swallowed her whole.

Instead of giving her an answer, Negan cracked a smile and started to chuckle which had some color flooding into her face. Clearing his throat, Negan sat forward in the seat, “Jesus, you’re actually serious.”

“Fuck, you are so bad at this,” she half laughed, dropping her head down to bury it in her hand. Just by that reaction alone, she knew that Negan never saw her as a potential love interest. Nor did he want to be with her. “I have to be just about the stupidest, most pathetic, undesirable woman in the world to you.”

“Goddamn. Could you be any fucking nastier to yourself?” Negan grunted, the lines in his forehead growing showing his displeasure for the way she was talking about herself. “You’re right. You need to stay away from alcohol because you are usually the most positive person I know. I’ve never seen this side of you.”

“I need to get something done for Maggie or I’m never gonna hear the end of it,” she changed the subject looking to her phone again. If Maggie wasn’t prepared for the meeting with the new client to be pushed up things would go horribly tomorrow. Noticing that they were stopped at a corner that wasn’t too far away from Maggie’s apartment, she slid in closer to the door. Tugging Negan’s jacket from her legs, she set it beside her and swallowed down hard. “I’m just going to get out here. I hope you have a good night. Give your mother all my love and the same to Jordyn.”

“Wait, hey…” Negan called out to her, but before he could stop her she had already gotten out of the car and started swiftly walking down the street after closing the door behind her. It was likely that Negan’s driver hadn’t noticed that she had gotten out of the car because once the light changed, the car had driven away which she was thankful for.

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Smut one shot requests (I write them on Wattpad & here but you can only request on here, my Wattpad user is sm_twrit_r) I only do male smut sorry

Baby:

-damiano younes

-niccolo govender

- Brando de sanctis

-fiore fiorenzi

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Harry potter + fancast:

-theodore nott

-mattheo ridde

-tom riddle

-lorenzo berkshire

-regulus black

-blaise zabini

-cedric diggory

-harry potter

-ron weasley

-fred weasley

-george weasley

-draco malfoy

-professor snape

-professor lupin

- James potter (fancast)

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Outer banks:

- JJ maybank

- john b

- poper heyward

- rafe cameron

- topper Thornton

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The vampire diaries:

-damon salvatore

-stefan salvatore

- Enzo st john

-jeremy gilbert

-tyler lockwood

- alaric saltzman

-klaus mikealson

- elijah mikealson

-kol mikealson

- kai parker

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The walking dead:

-daryl dixon

-rick grimes

-carl grimes

-negan smith

-glenn rhee

-ezekiel sutton

-jesus (Paul) monroe

-abraham ford

-alden

-merle dixon

-dwight

-shane welsh

-micheal mercer

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Stranger things:

-steve harrington

-eddie munson

-billy hargrove

-jonathan byers

-dimitri

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Riverdale:

-jughead jones

- archie andrews

- f.p jones

-sweetpea

-fangs fogarty

-reggie mantle

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Shameless:

-ian gallagher

-lip gallagher

-carl gallagher

-mickey milkovich

-kevin ball

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Grey's anatomy:

-derek shepherd

-alex karev

-jackson avery

-mark sloan

-george o malley

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Random:

- Jake webber

- johnnie guilbert

- Colby brock

- Sam golbach

- Vinnie hacker

- ghost (cod)

- ghostface

-dominic fike

-javon walton

-jaden walton

-matt sturniolo

-chris sturniolo

-dean winchester

-samwinchester

-percy jackson(og)

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The rookie:

-tim bradford

-john nolan

-wesley evers

-aaron thorsen

-henry nolan

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lanadelnegan · 1 year ago

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Pre-apocalypse!Negan x Reader (Negan is y/n's art teacher & also owns a tattoo shop).

Warnings: THIS IS THE FILTHIEST THING I'VE WRITTEN SO FAR and it's just going to get filthier from here on. smut, forbidden love, age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 38), angst, oral (female receiving), lots of sexual tension, slow burnnnn.(there's an actual plot this time), vaginal sex, public sex, breeding, slight daddy kink

Summary: After graduating and leaving behind the man she fell for but couldn't have, y/n decides to get a tattoo that reminds her of him. And he gives it to her.

A/n: ugh, this had me in my feels. A "hard to get" teacher Negan. basically you're negan's former student and he gives you a tattoo and things.. well - just read it.

"Well damn. I don't mean to be sentimental, but I have seriously enjoyed teaching you little shits. I hope you can take what you've learned and apply it to something. Be creative. Oh, and.. don't think about hitting me up on Instagram after this because I don't do social media. That shit is toxic. Remember that, kids."

The bell cuts Negan off before he can finish his inspirational speech. He's always had such a way with words.. should have been an English teacher instead.

Most of the students rush out like the room is on fire, with the exception of a few annoying girls that think he'll jump their bones now that school is out.

"So, Mr. Smith, since you don't have social media, can I get your number at least?" I cringe as she twirls her hair around her finger and her friends giggle obnoxiously behind her.

"Girls. Behave for once. A tip for college? Don't flirt with your professors." He warns while motioning them out the door.

I suddenly realize that my ass has been glued to my seat this entire time and I'm the only one still here. I quickly get up and throw my backpack over one shoulder. He stares at me from the doorway but I just look down as I walk towards him.

"Bye Mr. Smith."

"Nice try. Sit down." He shuts his door and walks back into the room pointing towards my chair for me to sit.

"Mr. Smith, y/n?" He mocks. "Seriously?"

I never call him that. He's always been Negan to me.

I've known him for 4 years now. He's the only art teacher at Alexandria High, and even though I have no interest in art, I've taken his class every year because I do have an interest.. in him.

What he doesn't know is that I've been making mental notes everyday for the past four years about all his interests, personal life, hobbies, you name it.

He loves the color red - because it's the only color expo marker he writes in.

His favorite lunch is two cigarettes and coke zero. I hate that he smokes.

He stopped coaching baseball last year because he said he didn't have time anymore. But I think it's actually because he's never cared for it to begin with.

He had a wife, but she passed away. Some kind of cancer. She's still his computer wallpaper, which tells me he still hasn't moved on even though it was six years ago. My heart hurts for him.

He wasn't lying - he doesn't have social media....I would have found it.

He sits at another student's desk right next to mine with his body facing me.

"You gonna tell me why the hell you look like your best fucking friend just died?"

I stare at the floor next to his shoes and try to think about anything other than fact that I'm never going to see him again.

"Look at me."

I slowly lift my eyes to his and can't stop the tear that escapes the second I see his face.

"Ah, shit." His expression turns serious when he notices my tears. "Look, kid. I -"

"Stop calling me kid." I snap.

He chuckles. "Hate to break it to ya y/n, but you are very much a kid in my eyes, which is why this thing -" he motions his hand towards me. "this.. crush you have on me - has to end today."

My eyes widen as I stare at him speechless. He seriously did not just assume I have a crush on him.

"Did you jus - You seriously think just because a few stupid girls want to get in your pants, it means everyone does?" I scoff. "Unbelievable. You're my teacher. I don't have a crush on you."

He laughs as if we both know I'm lying - which I am.

"Alright, I'm sorry I called you a kid. Now, you wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"It's just I - I'm gonna miss you." I instantly regret saying it.

He nods and looks at the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm sorry. I - I'm just gonna go." I get up to leave, leaving my heart with him. My stomach twists in a knot when I realize he isn't getting up to stop me.

Why would he?

Once I'm in the hall, I turn to take one last look at him. He's bent over with his hands through his hair as if his best friend just died.

Negan's POV: That fucking girl. In my twelve years of teaching, I've never cared about a student like I do her. I care about all of my students, but goddamn it, she's had me wrapped around her finger for longer than I'm comfortable to admit - And I never will. She fucking sucks at hiding her feelings. I knew from the first day she walked into my class that she wanted to jump on my dick. Hell, every girl does. But other girls bat their fake eyelashes at me and tell me how they feel. Y/n.. she's.. obsessed with me. She thinks I didn't notice her doodling my name in her notebook with little hearts. Or that I don't hear her whispering to her friends about the dreams she has about me. Or how she stares at me during lectures like she's on a different planet. And if that's not enough, the girl hates art. Yet she's chosen it as her elective every single year. She has straight A's in every class, but doesn't even try in mine. And yet.. my dumb ass still passed her with an A. Maybe because I'm obsessed with her too.

Back to Y/n's POV:

I cried on the way home that day.

While everyone else celebrated school ending with a party, I stayed in my room and cried while looking at his photo in the yearbook.

While everyone walked across the stage at graduation, my diploma came in the mail and I stayed home holding Negan's lucky baseball bat that he gave me last year.

My last day of junior year, I stayed after school to help Negan clean out his classroom so he could move into a bigger art room. That was the year he quit coaching. I replay the memory in my head more often than I should..

"Why do you have this bat just sitting in the corner?" "It brings me good luck. I hit a home run every game my senior year with that bat." "Your senior year? This bat is that old?!" "Watch it, kid." He rolls his eyes and throws some folders in a bin. "Hmm." I study the bat. "I could use some luck." "Keep it." I look at him confused. "But... it's your-" "I want you to have it." He cuts me off. "Are - Are you sure?" He sighs frustrated. "Do you not want it?" "Well, I mean, I do but -" "Then stop being stubborn and take it."

Ever since that day, his bat has been leaned up against the wall by my bed as a constant reminder of the man I want but can never have.

After a few weeks of feeling sorry for myself, my best friend tried convincing me to do something for myself since my birthday was coming up.

"Y/n, you should.. get your nails done, go buy some new clothes, do.. something. But you need to get out of that room. It's... depressing."

"I think I want a tattoo."

"Oh, okay, yeah. That's a good idea. What are you wanting to get?" She asks from the other end of the phone.

"I dunno." My eyes drift towards the bat. "Something meaningful."

The next day...

Lucille's

The tattoo shop sign reads. I swing the door open, excited for the first time in a month. The sound of tattoo guns and rock music fills the lobby.

"Hey, welcome to Lucille's. Do you have an idea of what you'd like or do you want to see some of our work?" The woman on the other side of the counter pulls out a binder.

"Oh, no, I think I know what I want already." I smile and pull up the picture on my phone before showing her.

"Okay, we can do that. Shouldn't take too long either. An hour tops. I can actually take you now in room 3." The so-called "rooms" aren't actually rooms, but rather closed off sections with tall walls on each side. From where I'm standing, I can't see the people in the tattoo chair, but I can see the top of the tattoo artists' heads if I stand on my tippy-toes.

She leads me to room 3 and I sit in the chair while she gets out the instruments.

"This your first tattoo?"

"Yeah, kinda nervous."

She smiles. "I'd tell you not to worry, but, sorry babe. It's gonna hurt."

I appreciate her honesty and just smile back at her.

"So, where do we want it?" she holds the printed off picture off of the tattoo I want.

I lean back in the chair, putting my legs up, so I'm laying down. I lift my shirt up right above my belly button and slightly pull my shorts down, revealing my pubic bone. "Right here." I point to the left side of where my panty line would be but lower.

After I confirm the placement, she presses the needle to my skin and I bite my bottom lip at the sudden pain that radiates throughout my hip.

"Breathe, babe. You got this."

After a couple seconds, she turns in her chair to load more ink into the gun.

"Y/n?" I hear from the entrance behind me.

I know that voice without turning to look. My eyes widen and the girl tattooing me looks at him.

"Hey boss, you two know each other?" She looks between the two of us.

I look back at him and see him nod at her. "I'll finish her up, Ruby. Thanks." He takes the tattoo gun from her and sits in her chair when she gets up to leave. The scent of leather and cigarettes fills the small room and I realize how much I missed it.

He pauses when he looks down at my skin and I can't tell if he's staring because of my tattoo of choice or because I'm almost completely exposed. If I didn't just shave, half of my pubic hair would be on display to him.

The way he's looking at my skin wakes the butterflies in my stomach and I have to mentally tell myself not to clench my legs together. He looks up at me through heavy eyelids and for the first time in four years, I'm unable to read him. I can't tell if he's disappointed, mad... or turned on...?

He looks back at the tattoo and shakes his head, sighing.

Okay, it's definitely a look of disappointment.

"You realize I have to finish this now that she's already started it, right?" He studies the lines already permanently marked in my skin. The faint purple lines of where the sticker was placed give away the complete outline of what the tattoo will be. "There's still time to change it though."

"What? What do you mean.. change it? I want this one."

"No." Is all he says and my eyes widen in shock at him.

"You can't tell me what to do Negan. I'm an adult, and I'm getting it."

"Why?" He snaps, frustration dripping from his tone.

He looks into my eyes for the first time since he's been in the room and the butterflies in my stomach have now gone wild.

"Because I... I want a piece of you with me always."

He closes his eyes and drops his head. My eyes start to water but I hold them back the best I can.

"Y/n." He shakes his head but to my surprise, he hesitantly places his left hand on my thigh, his fingers dangerously close to the spot I've imagined him touching a million times. The feel of his rough fingers on my bare skin ignites a flame in me I didn't know existed and all I do is stare at his hand.

"Relax." He rolls his eyes and starts the gun. He leans down closer and begins tattooing me.

I have to bite back the moan threatening to escape my lips. With Ruby.. it hurt. But with Negan, it.. almost feels good.

He glances up at me as if he can hear my thoughts and then goes back to gliding a straight line of ink across my skin.

The next few moments are spent in silence, with nothing but the sounds of the tattoo gun and music playing in the distance.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm gonna need these off so I can get to you better." He gestures at my shorts.

My eyes widen but I nod and slide them off, barely breathing now that I'm laying in front of Negan in just my underwear. The way his jaw ticks when he sees that I'm wearing red lace panties doesn't go unnoticed. His favorite color.

He places his hand back on my leg, this time with his fingers completely against my inner thigh. I slightly part my legs without thinking and he pauses to glance at me before continuing with the tattoo.

If he moved his finger half an inch upwards, he would be touching me.

"I never knew you worked at a tattoo shop." I break the silence, hoping to get my mind off his hand.

He chuckles. "I own it, darlin'. And there's a lot you don't know about me."

Another long pause happens before he speaks first this time.

"Why did you take art, y/n?"

"Uh.. I dunno, because I liked it."

He huffs out a laugh. "You liked it... or me?"

I shrug. "Both."

His face turns serious again and he stops the tattoo gun. "All done."

He backs away and motions for me to stand up and look in the mirror in the corner. I stand in front of it, but don't even notice my tattoo because my eyes catch Negan in the mirror staring at my ass. These panties don't leave much to the imagination and my cheeks redden at how much I'm exposed to him.

He suddenly looks up and makes eye contact with me in the mirror. His eyes are darker than usual and filled with lust.

"Come here." He demands and I obey, walking towards him.

Once I'm standing in front of him, he lifts his hands to grab my hips. My belly button is eye level to him and I look down, watching him intensely. His thumbs dig into my hips and he looks at the tattoo.

"Do you like it?" I ask him.

He ignores me and it makes my heart break a little more. "Lay back down, y/n." He gets up to pull the curtain over the entrance of the room.

I do as he says and he comes back, placing a clear tape bandage over the fresh tattoo.

He looks as if he's deep in thought before suddenly sliding his hands underneath my thighs and pulling me closer to him. He pushes my leg aside and rests my other foot in his lap until my legs are completely spread apart in front of him.

"You want me to touch you, y/n? Is that what you want?"

"Yes.."

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"Your mouth."

He chuckles darkly and kisses the inside of my thigh before sliding his fingers under my panties and ripping them apart.

He shoves them in the back of his jean pocket and wraps his arms around my thighs, holding my stomach down with his hands and leaning his head down closer.

"Look at this pretty pussy, baby. So wet for me you're glistening."

His eyes look up at me right before he licks me and my head falls back with pleasure.

He stops suddenly. "Eyes on me, darlin'. How many times have you imagined me between your legs? You're going to watch me eat this pussy, y/n."

I nod, looking at him and he continues. The sound of other people talking in the distance makes my senses even more heightened.

He licks me again, pressing his tongue into me harder this time. He moans as he stops at my clit and gently sucks it into his mouth. I moan and watch him as he looks like he's eating the best meal he's ever had.

"You taste even better than I imagined, baby."

"You.. imagined it?"

"Baby. You aren't the only one who daydreams in class." He says before dipping his tongue deep inside me.

He switches back and forth between licking me and sucking me until my moans get louder and faster.

"Negan, I'm gonna.."

"I know baby, give it to me." He rubs me with his tongue faster until I'm coming apart. His hand quickly covers my mouth and I cry out into his hand.

"Fuck, doll." He groans and adjusts himself through his jeans. "This pussy is about to make me cum in my pants like I'm a fucking teenager again."

"Negan.." I say out of breath. "I wanna touch you. Please."

He stands and picks up my shorts, but not before I see the huge bulge in his pants. He helps me put my shorts on and I look at him confused when he doesn't say anything.

"Nega-"

"No, y/n."

My eyes water with tears as I stand to finish pulling my shorts up. "I - I don't understand."

"This can't happen, baby. I shouldn't have touched you."

I nod. "So that's it, Negan? You get what you want and that's it.. you're just.. done with me?"

"Are you fucking serious? You think I got what I wanted? I'm standing here with a hard-on that's gonna give me a giant case of blue balls. Any other man would throw you on this table and take you right here."

"Then why don't you?!"

"Because I fucking.. I care about you. You happy now? I fucking CARE ABOUT YOU, y/n. And I'm not going to break your heart."

I wipe a tear that runs down my cheek. "You already did." I grab my purse and rush out of the room, stopping in front of Ruby on the way out and pulling out some cash.

"I'm sorry hun." She says empathetically as if she heard everything that just happened.

I cry harder and lay the cash down before leaving and walking to my car. Before I can open my car door, Negan is grabbing my arm and turning me around to face him.

"Goddamn it, listen to me!"

I don't fight him, I just stare at him, noting the hurt in his eyes. My heart hurts and I suddenly feel guilty for making him feel any ounce of pain.

"Y/n.. look.."

"No." I cut him off. "Negan, I'm sorry. This is my fault.. I put you in this situation because I was selfish.. and delusional. I'm so sorry. I'll leave, and you won't have to hear from me or see me again."

He scoffs. "You think that's what I want? I guess you don't know me the way I thought you did."

Before I can say anything else, he crashes his lips to mine and kisses me so hard and but so softly at the same time. His fingers slip through my hair and his hand rests on the back of my neck as he deepens our kiss.

"You're gonna be the death of me, kid."

I bite his lip hard when he calls me kid and our kiss goes from passionate to animalistic. He presses himself flat against me with my back against my car and I feel his hard cock straining against his jeans. His lips travel to my neck and he bites me hard, right before kissing and sucking the sensitive spot.

That's definitely going to leave a mark.

"You have no clue what you do to me, baby." He says in between kisses. His voice is raspier and deeper than usual. "Do you have any idea how many times I've left work and had to rub one out at the thought of you? Hell, sometimes even at work."

I look around the parking lot. It's nighttime but we're still clearly visible in the lights.

"Look at me, y/n. Forget where we are and just focus on me baby." His hand slips into my shorts and it takes him no time to find my soaked entrance since my panties are currently in his back pocket.

"Negan.." I breathe.

He smiles against my lips. "Baby.. You sure this is what you want? Because once I've had you, you're mine."

I nod and he puts his mouth next to my ear.

"Take your shorts off. Now." He pulls his hand from my shorts and sucks my juices off his fingers.

"But, Negan, we're-"

"I said, now y/n. You want me so bad, you're gonna get me wherever and however I say. Now, take your fucking shorts off before I rip them too."

I hesitantly slide my shorts off while looking around again. There aren't any other cars in the parking lot other than a couple of his employees. All the customers left. There's a main road up ahead but we're far enough away where they wouldn't see us unless they we're staring really hard.

"Good girl. Now take my cock out, baby."

He leans his hands against my car on either side of me, trapping me in. I waste no time reaching for the button on his jeans and unzipping him before pulling out his hard, huge cock. It's bigger than I imagined.. a lot bigger. I don't know how that thing is going to even fit in me. He's so hard that the veins in his cock look like they are about to erupt and his tip is already dripping with precum.

I can't help but run my thumb over the tip to collect some and bring it to my mouth to taste him. His eyes darken with lust at the sight of me sucking his precum off my finger.

"Taste good, doll?"

I nod and he chuckles. "There's a lot more where that came from."

He grips the back of my thigh with his hand and pulls my right leg around his waist.

The feeling of his dick rubbing against my wet pussy is enough to make my knees weak. Literally. I almost collapse at the sensation of him rubbing the head against my opening, teasing me. He presses his body closer to me in attempt to hold me up.

"Fuck, look at this dripping pussy." He looks down between us, admiring the view of his cock teasing my wet slit. "It's about to be dripping with my cum in a few minutes.. You ready for me, baby?"

"Yes, please. I need you."

He enters me completely in one swift motion, not giving me anytime to adjust. My walls are stretched further than they've ever been and it feels like the tip of him is buried up to my stomach.

He doesn't move for a moment, but instead looks into my eyes with his cock all the way inside of me. "There you go, baby. Finally getting what you wanted after all these years and taking my dick like a champ."

"Negan.." I moan. "Please.. just fuck me."

He pulls out of me almost completely before slowly pushing himself back in, agonizingly slow. Our bodies are flush against each other and he kisses me again.

"Fuck, baby." He growls. "You. Feel. So. Fucking GOOD." He says between thrusts as my mouth falls open.

I wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself up and lean against him with my lips pressed against his neck. I take the opportunity to mark him back, grabbing his skin between my teeth and sucking hard. He moans so loud that I glance around to make sure no one heard him, but we're still alone.

His thrusts get harder and faster and the sounds coming from his sexy mouth are enough alone to make me cum.

"Look at me, y/n. I want to see your face when you cum all over my cock."

His hand that was on the car behind me slides between us, instantly finding my clit. He begins rubbing circles on it with his middle finger while thrusting his hips into me faster.

I look into his eyes while my arms are still wrapped around his shoulders tightly, keeping me in place. My fingers run through his dark hair and my breathing goes erratic as I feel myself come undone around him.

"You want me to fill you up, baby? You want daddy's cum?"

I nod quickly as tears run down my cheeks from the most intense orgasm I've ever had.

"FUCK, baby." He groans and slams his mouth against mine. I kiss him back as he rides out his orgasm.

He pulls out of me slowly and softly kisses my lips one more time. I go to put my shorts on and he stops me.

"Not so fast, doll." He gets down on his knees in front of me, pushing my legs apart in front of him. "Push daddy's cum out baby. Let me see it drip out of you."

I do as he says and the feeling of his warm seed running down my legs is almost enough to send me over the edge again.

"Look. At. THAT." He swipes up some of his cum from my leg onto his finger and stands back up but not before gently kissing my new tattoo.

I think I love this man.

He rubs his finger along my lips until my mouth opens for him. I suck his fingers clean and moan at the taste of him.

"Y/n." He pushes my hair behind my ear and looks at me seriously. "I meant it when I said I care about you."

"You care about all your students."

"Yeah, but I don't go sticking my dick in them." He smirks and takes my hand, leading me back into the shop.

The others must have already left when - when.. oh.. shit.

"Negan, do you think they saw us?!"

"Well darlin', I was fucking your brains out right next to the door, so I think it's probably safe to assume so." He grins and my eyes widen with horror.

"Do you not care?"

"What can they do, doll? Fire me?" He laughs and leads me to the back where his office is.

"What are we doing in here?"

"Getting matching tattoos, of course."

I stare at him, trying to register what he just said. "You're.. going to give yourself a tattoo?"

He chuckles and hands me a tattoo gun before taking off his shirt and sitting on the couch in the corner.

"No, doll, you are."

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 2 years ago

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Words: 7,362 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10/S11, The Reapers Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, injury, blood and gore, language A/N: This is part of a series! You can find the rest on my Master List, the pinned post on my blog.

Summary: The group enters Meridian in search of supplies. Y/N tries to find Daryl and something to help deal with The Reapers, but is waylaid by the enemy.

Your name: submit What is this?

Maggie stopped beside you and you looked up. She gave you a tight smile. “How is it?” she asked.

You let your shirt drop to conceal the wound on your side again. You’d finally taken the bandage off with its moss padding and decided it was no longer needed. You nodded. “Fine. It’s fine. Nothing to worry about anymore.” You glanced over at Negan where he was leaned up against a tree a short distance away, watching you and Maggie closely. “Are you sure about this?” you asked her in an undertone. “Can’t say I’m excited to wear someone else’s rotting face over my face…”

She nodded. “I’m sure. We do what we have to, right?” She looked back at Negan. “We work with who we have to…”

“Hey—” you called her attention back to you. “It doesn’t forgive what he’s done—nothing ever can—but he might have saved my life out here just by getting those supplies.”

Maggie nodded, her expression still grim. “I know. And I’m glad about that.” She managed a tight smile and you grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Alright,” you said, standing. “Let’s get this over with.”

As you approached, Negan smiled, knife in hand.

“What’re you smirking about?” you asked.

He tilted his head. “Walker school is in session. And I’m the professor. This should be fun,” he quipped.

You stepped close into him. “This isn’t a fucking game, Negan. This is life or death. The skin we have to wear was peeled off of corpses—corpses who were once living, breathing people. They had personalities. They had friends and families. This isn’t fun. This is a nightmare.”

Negan sighed. “I’m just trying to make the best of things, alright?”

“Yeah, well keep that shit in your head next time,” you growled. Negan watched you stalk away to stand with Elijah. He glanced over at Maggie.

“Touchy… ready?” he asked.

She glared at him, her jaw clenching, but she nodded.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Daryl stared through the binoculars at the swirling walkers at the edge of the open space. His heart started to pound. This had to be his family… it had to be. There were no more Whisperers, so it was the only thing that made any damn sense. Were you in that horde somewhere?

“Dixon?” Pope snapped.

He shrugged, lowering the binoculars. “Could lead ‘em out a few miles and double back around.”

Pope seemed to chew on that for a moment. “Good. Wells. Go.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Wells? Come in. Over.” Leah paced up and down the room. “Wells? Come in! Over.”

Pope was stoic. Daryl could feel the tension thickly in the room, like it was filled with a toxic humidity.

“I’m going after him.”

“There’s no point. He’s already dead,” Pope asserted, snapping out of his frozen state. “This was her. The dead didn’t kill him. She did.”

Daryl’s heart was pounding and he knew Pope was right. Some of you were out there among the dead, enough to gather them and lead them. He could only grit his teeth and hope you were out there too. He didn’t know whether to hope that you were holed up somewhere away from here, away from where he knew this battle was going to happen, or if he should hope you were hidden among the dead and making your way to him. Had you been in that house that day, hidden down in the cellar? Had you heard what he’d said to Leah?

His stomach twisted. If you had—had it ruined everything he’d just found again, everything that was just starting? He’d just been saying it to her strategically—everything he’d done since he and Dog became enmeshed with these Reapers had been for the sake of you and the rest of his family. But if you’d heard him as you huddled down in that cellar, what had you thought? What did you think of him now? He felt a cresting wave of nausea and shifted.

Pope’s radio sounded. “Sir, they’re back. The dead.” Pope stood. “So, she came back. My enemy. Let’s go,” he barked. Daryl fell in with the others and filed out to stand on top of the wall. The horde had returned, moving steadily toward their position.

Daryl jumped as there was an explosion suddenly on the edge of the open space. “They won’t make it here,” Pope laughed.

With a shock of terror running through him, Daryl raised the binoculars to his eyes and began to systematically scan the herd, looking for a sign of a walker that wasn’t really a walker. He felt slightly shaky with fear, and he gripped the binoculars with white knuckles. A minefield. It was a minefield. The imminent danger to anyone in that horde was clear.

Then, suddenly, he spotted two figures that were moving slightly against the flow of the movement of the herd. They shifted outward toward the side as the rest of the walkers continued forward, setting off more mines that exploded with echoing booms and geysers of sprayed dirt and gore. The figures slipped away close to where the wall curved.

He had no way to tell who they were, but at least he knew some members of his family had survived the Reapers’ attacks in the dark that night. It felt like a lifetime ago already. How long had he been embedded here? How long had all of you been stuck out there, probably hurt and starving? Too long. The horrible thought crashed down on him that maybe you had survived the initial attack but were wounded and succumbed to that injury alone in the woods somewhere, no supplies, no one to help you… He wasn’t there. He wasn’t with you when he should’ve been. How had he let you get ripped from him after just refinding you again after all these years? His heart stalled out completely at the thought.

As soon as he had an opportunity, Daryl slipped away, using the excuse of getting his crossbow and bolts. He moved along the top of the wall making a beeline for the direction he’d seen the two figures slip. “Hey,” he greeted the guard ahead. “Ya want a smoke?” And when he dropped the matches and the man bent to pick them up, Daryl thrust his knife into his neck and heaved the body over the wall.

It landed with a thud close to Maggie and Gabriel and Daryl’s face appeared at the top. “Hey! Go around that way!” he shouted down as loud as he dared. “That way!”

He didn’t dare to stay there another second, not even to ask the one question he was so achingly desperate to ask. “Where’s Y/N? Have you seen her?” But instead, he slipped back to the barracks and grabbed his gear, dual knives stowed, crossbow slung over his back, and bolts in hand. Shit was going down and The Reapers weren’t going to know what hit them. But where he’d end up in all the chaos, what role he would play, he didn’t know…

Gabriel had already left Maggie and headed to find the stashed rifle to cover from overhead. Maggie was just about to dash off, away from the concealed hole in the wall, when she heard rustling behind her and spun to see you emerging through the trash heap. Maggie rushed to help you out of the pile. You gladly accepted her hand. You were specked with nicks and cuts from exploding shrapnel, but you didn’t appear to be seriously injured.

She pulled you into a tight hug. “I was worried ya wouldn’t make it outta that minefield,” she admitted, her eyes wide.

You nodded and swiped at a drop of blood running down your neck with the back of your hand. “Honestly, so was I,” you breathed.

“Negan and Elijah?”

“They’re alright. Or they were when I slipped off.”

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. You’re set on this?” she asked you for what felt like the hundredth time.

You nodded firmly. “Yes. These assholes are bound to have a well-stocked armory. And I’m not leaving here without knowing Daryl is safe.”

Finally, it occurred to Maggie to tell you that they’d seen him. “We saw him. He killed a guard so we could get inside. He was up on the wall.”

Your expression was urgent and desperate. “He’s alright?” She nodded and your eyes shut for a brief moment. “Thank God… Could you see where he went?”

“No. We were still outside the walls. Couldn’t see anything. He must have rushed off quick. I’m sure they’re expectin’ him to be somewhere.” She hesitated. “Y/N, you might not be able to get to him with all of them—"

“I’ll get to him one way or another. Nothing is stopping me. Just go crack this place open and get to the food. And please be careful. I’ll see you on the other side.” You gave her arm a gentle squeeze and she watched with some apprehension as you rushed off and disappeared into the shadows, moving deeper into the complex.

Maggie had told you she thought the building in the middle of Meridian was most likely to be their base of operations. Your hope was that everyone would be on the wall, watching the spectacle of the walkers, and you’d be able to move through mostly unhindered. If you could just find some guns and ammo, it’d be a nice insurance policy for everything going down.

Back at the wall, Daryl was nearly overwhelmed with internal panic. Another solider was preparing the onslaught of arrows and explosives to rain hell down on the incoming walkers, and his family among them… You could be down there. He turned and stared at Leah, who was looking over the wall at the continued approaching onslaught of the dead. Daryl glanced back at the hwacha.

He couldn’t just let this happen. He had to do something. Something, anything.

“Leah…” he drawled in an undertone, stepping in toward her. “Ya can’t let ‘em do this.” His heart was hammering.

“Why?” she asked, her brow furrowing, confusion overtaking her features.

He licked his lips nervously and shifted. “Some of my family is out there. They’re walking with the dead.”

The words sunk weightly like an anchor to the ocean floor and laid there still. Her face was impassive at first. Daryl rushed on—he had to make her understand. He had to appeal to the Leah who had let that father and son go on their sweep, the one who hadn’t been able to put the woman out of her misery. That Leah would understand. The glimpses of the Leah he’d spent time with in the cabin would understand. She had her own family, and she clung to it. Was there enough of her left in there?

“You’d do anything for your family and so would I. They’re here for the food your group took from them and without it everyone will starve. There are families, kids where I come from. Ya can’t do this.”

But Leah’s eyes grew narrow and cold. Her voice was laced with disbelief and betrayal. “You lied to me.”

Daryl’s blood ran cold. His throat constricted so much he could barely breathe.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Now close to the center of Meridian, you spotted a long, low building ahead. Two guards were walking the perimeter endlessly in a loop. It seemed promising.

You fingered your knife in its sheath, loosening it, and concealed yourself behind a stack of wooden pallets. When the first guard was passing by somewhat close, you let out a short whistle. He froze in his tracks, his hand going to a weapon at his hip. Then you tossed a rock that landed in front of him on the other side. He spun.

“What the fuck is—” But he never finished his sentence. You plunged your blade into his neck and he dropped to the ground and bled out silently. Your stomach turned. It was never easy killing another person, even when they’d been the cause of so much grief and death themselves. The other guard would be rounding the corner of the building heading your way any second. You dashed to cover toward the corner, leaving the body of the first man where it lay.

“What the hell?” The second guard was immediately on edge as he rounded the corner and spotted the heap in the middle of the path. “Ron? Hey—Ron!” he began rushing over. You watched his hand move toward the radio clipped onto his vest and that’s when you threw your knife as hard as you could. You’d been aiming for his head, but your throw strayed and the blade buried itself into his upper arm. He let out a shocked yell and spun.

You needed to end this as quickly and quietly as possible. You rushed him before he could recover from the shock and pain and kicked him as hard as you could in the side of the knee. There was a sickening crack and he toppled with another yell. You gripped the handle of your knife and pulled it from his arm before stabbing it swiftly into his skull. He twitched and then fell still and silent. Out of breath and drenched with sweat from the adrenaline and nerves, you hastily wiped your knife on your pants and frisked the bodies for any keys. You lucked out. The first guard had a small key ring on his belt. You pulled it free and rushed to the nearest door. Your hand was on the handle when you heard a tremendous crash near the front of the wall—the truck. Maggie had succeeded in crashing it into the gate. Walkers would be pouring in now. You needed to hurry.

You tugged the door open and rushed inside.

At the wall, Pope was staring in disbelief at the dead walking right into the front courtyard. He grabbed his radio. “Carver, what the hell is goin’ on down there?” he demanded.

”It’s the enemy. They’re in the walls!”

Pope spat on the ground. Leah had finally stopped staring at Daryl and was watching, riveted, as her family attempted to stem the flow of walkers. His heart was pounding. He had miscalculated… she could give him up at any moment. But he couldn’t let them fire that damn rain of arrows…

Below, Negan and Elijah slipped in with the dead unnoticed and sabotaged the fight whenever they could. A jab of a knife here, a push of a walker there. Elijah had taken shrapnel in his leg and was bleeding heavily. Negan tried to help him limp to some sort of cover.

Pope pressed the button of his radio again. “Carver. You know what to do. Secure the armory. Over and out.” He turned to look at the other man who was readying the hwacha. “Aim the hwacha into the courtyard. Fire when ready,” he said.

Leah rounded on him. “What?! Our soldiers are down there!” she said in disbelief.

Pope only adjusted his stance and looked outward over the chaos. “And their sacrifice will be rewarded in Heaven.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

You were inside the main part of the complex and had been unlocking and throwing open every locked door you found as fast as you could, keys rattling, searching for the arsenal of weapons you were sure these assholes would have. There could only be so many doors, so many hallways, right? Finally, you thought you were on to something. There was a section of an L-shaped hallway that had a couple locked doors in a row, with nothing but hallway on the other side. They seemed to be leading to some final something, and you were hoping that was guns and ammo.

But there was a sudden clank behind you in the building, like a door being thrown open and rebounding against the wall. Someone else was inside with you. “Shit,” you murmured, your heart absolutely pounding as you rifled through the key ring, trying key after key. You thought you could hear heavy bootsteps echoing down the next hallway, or were you imaging that? “Come on, come on!” you urged yourself. Too slow.

A tall figure stepped out from around the corner and you recognized it as the man Leah had referred to as Carver when you were hidden in that house, the one Daryl had been arguing with. He had an almost satisfied look on his face, like a coyote who thinks he’s cornered a rabbit. “Well, look what we have here,” he said, approaching slowly, step by step.

You shoved the key ring into your back pocket and readied your knife. You nodded. “You better radio for back-up, asshole. You’re gonna need it.”

He smiled and scoffed. “That’s cute.” He held his hands out at his sides. “You’re the one trapped back here with a locked door behind you. Nowhere to go. And you’re not her,” he said. “Which means I get to kill you right now instead of bringing you to Pope. Your friend isn’t going to be so lucky.” He was still advancing on you.

“Lucky? You have a weird definition of lucky…” you said. You felt like you were being drawn like a bowstring, waiting to snap or fire.

“No, see, Pope is gonna kill her slow. Real slow. Your little band of misfits has killed a lot of our family. He’ll want to make her pay for that. But you? I’m gonna kill you quick. I’ll snap your neck just like a gamebird. You’ll barely feel a thing.”

“You mean like I killed those two guards outside? They certainly didn’t see it coming,” you said. You saw a flinch of rage pass over his face. “You’re doing an awful lot of talking. Stalling?” you asked, adjusting your grip on your knife.

He pulled his knife and stopped, squaring his shoulders to yours. “Let’s go.”

You threw your knife and it buried into his left shoulder. He hadn’t seen that coming, and certainly hadn’t seen you lunging toward him with a second knife right after. With a yell he was able to deflect your strike and you collided hard with the wall, jarring you for a moment. You ducked as he swung at you, practically falling completely to the floor, and you kicked at his knee.

“Fuck!” he staggered back. You straightened up, readying yourself for whatever was coming. Carver grabbed the handle of your knife that was still in his shoulder and gritted his teeth. He pulled and withdrew it with another yell. You had a split second to react as he threw it, straight and strong, right at the center of your chest. You thanked your quick reflexes. Without thinking, your hand moved to deflect it with the blade of the knife still in your hand. It ricocheted sideways and landed on the floor.

But Carver was now advancing again with a quick succession of steps, swinging his blade with fluid movements that had you staggering back and jerking out of the way. You were already exhausted and you were thanking the fucking universe he didn’t seem to have a gun on him already… but he did have a big fucking knife. You ducked again and it embedded into the wall. While you were still down, he kicked you in the stomach and your breath left you in a gasp, your lungs seizing up. Another swift kick landed in your side as you curled over and that sent a searing pain through you that nearly blacked you out. You vaguely were aware of a warm wetness on your side which surely meant the stitches Negan had placed in the knife wound there had ripped.

You had no time to stop. Without a breath of air in you, you forced yourself to uncurl and slashed your knife through his lower leg, cutting a deep gash on his calf. He yelled and jolted but returned his attention to pulling his blade from the wall. You fumbled back, still slightly prone on the ground, and grabbed your second knife, then you did your best to straighten up on your feet. You couldn’t stand up all the way, still hunched from the kicks he’d landed in your stomach and side, but you met his eyes with determination.

There was a coldness on his face and you wondered if that’s what he’d looked like when he’d killed Elijah’s little sister, when he killed much of your family, likely in their sleep. You felt another upwelling of pure rage in your chest. You lunged toward him, aiming for his neck with your knife, but his elbow blocked you, connecting with your arm hard enough to send the blade flying out of your hand and down to the floor, clattering with a metallic sound that rang in your ears. His elbow next connected with the side of your face and this time your vision did black out for a moment. There was a rush of rustling fabric and the only thing you could do in your blindness was lurch back in hopes of dodging him. He kicked you swiftly in the stomach again and you were back on the floor. Your vision returned in a blur and you scrambled to your hands and knees as he advanced on you. It felt as if your cheekbone was broken. There was a rush of heat and a pounding sensation there.

You still had one of your knives on you and you righted yourself again, this time waiting on the defensive as he wielded his own blade. You jerked back to avoid a swing at your middle. His other hand came across and caught you on the other side of your face with a punch. You fell into the wall, disoriented. His boot landed hard on your back and pressed your front into the wall so you were briefly pinned there. You squirmed until you got a knee up and shoved backwards off the wall with all your force, allowing you to break free. Miraculously, you managed to knock his knife away too and kicked it as hard as you could so it slid all the way down to the opposite end of the hall and stopped against the baseboard.

But despite the loss of his weapon, the hits just kept coming. You’d barely land one blow or feel your knife pass just through his clothing before you were pummeled again. You were realizing that, at least as injured and exhausted as you were, you were out of your league with this guy. Even at your best, this may still have been a losing battle. It was time to get away…

You wiped a trickle of blood from your nose and saw him smile sickly at you. The hallway was a bloody mess. Smears from the fight were on the floor, on the walls, and it was impossible to tell what blood came from who. His leg and shoulder were still bleeding, and your shirt was now soaking in blood from your side that was also running down your pants. You knew you were bound to have other cuts, but they seemed inconsequential compared to the pain in your body and face from the hits, kicks, and Carver throwing you into the walls and floor almost like ragdoll. At one point he’d had you by the hair and you’d only escaped because you’d elbowed him in the groin.

“Give up?” he asked. “I can end this fast for you right now. Just hold still.”

“Fuck you,” you spat back, tasting blood in your mouth from a split in your lip. You had to get past him and get a head start to get away. The guns and ammo weren’t important right now. What was important, was living long enough to see your son again, long enough to find Daryl. You could retake this place without the arsenal if you had to.

Carver chuckled. “You’ve got nowhere to go and you aren’t getting past me.”

You clutched at your side and grimaced, bending to pick up your second knife from the floor. One last try, and at the first opportunity you were gone… “What’s the deal with you and Leah anyway?” you said suddenly.

He froze and the cocky smirk melted off his face. “…What?”

“You heard me. What, you’re trying to get in her pants? I mean, how much clearer can it be that she isn’t interested? She slept with some random guy she met in the fucking woods over you, for fuck’s sake…” You wiped at something on your cheek with your forearm, unsure if it was sweat or blood.

Carver looked enraged.

You adjusted your hold on your knife as subtly as you could. “Is it mommy issues? You just weren’t hugged enough? What is it? Because you reek of desperation.” Carver seemed to regain his composure some and his eyes narrowed. “I knew you were in that house. And I knew that asshole was with you. None of you are leaving here alive.”

You shook your head. “Well, you got two out of three right.” Then you went for it. With one hand you threw the sheath of your knife as a distraction. It toppled end over end through the air, and while Carver was focused on whatever that object flying toward his face was, potentially a knife in his mind, it gave you just enough time to actually throw the real blade. It struck high on his thigh, almost near his hip. You rushed him as he was still realizing what had just happened and landed the sole of your boot on the handle as hard as you could, throwing your bodyweight into it, kicking it in deeper. The blade sunk in and Carver screamed as he crumpled to the floor. You ran as fast as you could, slipping a little in the blood, and sweeping up his knife at the other end of the hall before you disappeared around the corner. You ran and just kept running until you were out of the building and able to tuck yourself away around the corner behind some debris.

With the adrenaline waning after a moment, you began to assess the damage, and the fear of how close you had just come to losing that fight sunk in. You shut your eyes and your head fell back against the wall behind you. You pressed a hand over your side and it was hot and sticky. Your hands were stained crimson. You tried to regain some oxygen.

You could feel your pulse in every part of you, fast and hard, but especially in the tender swelling on your face. “Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, putting a hand up to feel the swelling over your cheekbone lightly with your fingertips. Good chance that it was broken.

You jumped slightly and sank back into the debris even further when you heard the slam of the exterior door around the corner open. You could only hope you hadn’t left an easy-to-follow trail of blood to where you were concealed. You glanced around frantically for another place to conceal yourself farther away.

But Carver hobbled into view a moment later, his radio to his mouth and his other hand pressed into his leg. “Say again, Shaw?! Pope is dead?” There was static and a faint answer but you couldn’t hear it. He hung his head for a moment and doubled over slightly before the radio sounded again. “I—I had one of them cornered by the armory but she got away… Yeah, well I took a few knife wounds!” he added angrily. “I’ll deal with it. I can keep going,” he said strongly. “That community building? Yeah. Yeah, I’ll head there now. I’ll check it out. But let’s get this straight, Shaw—if I see Dixon, he’s a dead man. Over and out.”

This sounded like they had a lead on your family… maybe Daryl. You’d follow.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Bodies. You kept coming on bodies… all of them Reapers thankfully. You didn’t know who was leaving them. Maggie? Daryl? But you followed the trail as silently as you could, also ghosting behind Carver. He was leaving fat drops of crimson everywhere he went, limping through the seemingly empty building.

You were near utter exhaustion now, but necessity drove you on. You fixated your mind on the important things; reuniting with Maggie and ensuring she would be going home to Hershel, keeping Elijah and Gabriel and Negan alive, and finding Daryl. Chiefly in the forefront, was the last. You knew now that his cover was gone, and not just because of what you’d said to piss off Carver. Daryl was being hunted too. You were seized by a terror that froze your blood, that because of your injuries you wouldn’t get there fast enough—that Carver or one of these other fuckers would find him first and—no. No, you couldn’t think like that. Daryl was a warrior. He was a survivor. And rage and fear were your enemies right now just like The Reapers. You’d realized that your anger had propelled you to take too many risks in that fight by the armory with Carver. It was the reason you were so wounded now, the reason your face felt split open, the reason you couldn’t stand up completely straight. You should have realized sooner that you couldn’t beat him one-on-one. You should have withdrawn. But you couldn’t change that now. At least you’d drawn blood… But now you could only keep your cover behind him, stay silent in stealth, and follow. You kept hoping for an opportunity to catch up to him and end it. Move forward. Step by step. Room by room. He was sweeping the building, coming on more and more bodies of his fallen family as you were sure Leah was elsewhere.

A shadow suddenly moved in a hall to one side of you and you sank back into the nearest room, holding your breath. You glanced around the small space and spotted what looked like a closet. You turned the doorknob as silently as you could and slipped inside, straining your hearing.

You heard some shuffling and the wooden floor creaked, but within a minute there were heavy bootsteps leading away. You waited one minute more before peeking out and when you saw you were again alone, you slipped out and returned to the hallway.

You were trying to pick up Carver’s trail again, searching for spots of blood among the dust and piled old furniture. Then there was no need. There was the clear sound of fighting ahead and you clutched a hand over your side, withdrew your knife, and forced your legs to run.

You came upon Maggie and Negan furiously fighting with Carver, and despite his injuries he seemed to somehow still be holding his own and also dealing a lot of damage in return. Elijah was sweating on the floor, clutching his leg.

You stood back a moment, waiting for an entrance. Maggie was hurled to the floor and lay there, dazed for a moment. Negan had lost his weapon and was pulling himself to his feet. Carver still hadn’t realized you were there. He loomed over Maggie, raising a boot as if he was planning to stomp down on her, when you lunged forward and jabbed your blade into his back as hard as you could with a wild yell.

Carver yelled and spun wildly, flinging you off. You lost your footing and slid a short distance away on the ground. Your knife. Where was your knife? It was still sticking out of his back.

Carver leered at you as he stalked over. What the fuck?! Was this guy made of metal? He was still advancing on you! You scrambled backwards on the palms of your hands, trying to put some distance between you and him. He was limping, but still a formidable figure. You struggled to get your hand on the knife you’d taken from him at the end of the last fight, but it was beneath you. As you struggled to withdraw it, he growled and descended on you, his hands going immediately to your neck. Your breath was cut off. He was squeezing as you struggled, scratched, kicked, but he lifted you off the ground. Your toes left the floor and your vision began to shrink and fade. If he squeezed any harder, you were worried your throat would crush beneath his fingers and that would be it. You could feel his sweat dripping down onto you, feel the violent shake in his hands with the effort he was expending to snuff you out. This was it—it was all going to be over. You’d never find Daryl. You’d never see DJ again. You’d failed.

Then, you felt nothing all. All sensation left you. Darkness descended.

Negan tossed the bell down next to Carver’s collapsed form, his chest heaving. He bent over trying to catch his own breath. “God, what a fucking shit-dick asshole,” he said, glancing up at Maggie. She was crawling her way over to your still form on the ground. “Hey—is she—?” Negan broke off and gulped. You weren’t moving.

“Y/N?” Maggie called to you softly, a hand over her face where she’d been struck with the metal pipe. “Y/N?” She grabbed your arm and shook it but you didn’t stir.

Negan straightened up, his brow deeply furrowed. “No, come on…” he breathed. He limped over and took in your beaten face and your side soaked in blood. Red hand prints glared on your neck. Had he been too slow? “She’s not—”

“Y/N!” Maggie clasped your face and then saw that at least your chest was rising and falling. She hung her head in relief. Just then, another door opened down the hall and Daryl stepped out.

“Hey—” He rushed toward the huddled forms of his family. As he came closer, his eyes fixated on a body laying prone on the floor. “Maggie—No!” his voice broke and he froze, his boots suddenly rooted to the floor. You were lying there, completely still, Negan on one side and Maggie leaned over you. One of your sides was completely soaked in blood and even from the angle he was at he could see the swelling and developing bruises on your face. “No. Maggie, she ain’t—she ain’t—”

“Daryl, she’s alive! She’s alive,” Maggie burst out in a hurry. “She’s unconscious, but she’s alive.”

Daryl shifted back and forth a few times in the hall, trying to shake the paralysis that had seized him. But when he saw Carver suddenly stirring behind Maggie, reaching toward a knife laying not too far off, he rushed forward and punched him across the face. Carver fell still again as Daryl shook out his hand.

He turned his eyes to you again. Maggie crawled over to Elijah, who was sitting up watching the scene, shaking, angry and pained tears pouring silently down his face. Negan stood and retreated as Daryl knelt down beside you. His eyes were on the red handprints on your neck and he squeezed his eyes shut. “He did this?” he drawled. He didn’t need to hear Maggie’s answer. He brushed your hair back away from your face and clasped it as gently as he could. “Y/N…” He felt sick. You’d obviously fought tooth and nail since you’d snuck in with the others. His eyes trailed down your blood-soaked clothing. “Y/N, c’mon. C’mon and open yer eyes. I need to see ya. Wake up…” His voice was near a whisper. “Wake up, please.” His plea was heart-wrenching. Elijah squeezed Maggie’s hand and Negan gulped at the sudden tightness in his throat before staring down at his boots. This felt like a very private moment that they were all intruding on.

But then—you stirred and Daryl perked up, grasping your shoulder and smoothing a hand down your arm. “Y/N! Hey—can ya hear me? S’me.”

Now your eyes dragged themselves open. It seemed to take you tremendous effort at first, like they were weighted under some heavy blanket of ice-cold snow, but when Daryl’s face came into focus above you, they flew open wide and you pulled in a gasping breath. Unfortunately, this mostly resulted in a coughing fit that doubled you over and had you clutching an arm around your bruised and tender midsection. Your throat felt raw and on fire. The sensation was like you were trying to breath through a straw.

“Hey—hey, easy,” Daryl was coaching you, his hand on your back. “Look at me. Y/N, ‘m righ’ here. Look at me. Slow breaths, alrigh’?”

You focused on his voice and tried to calm your breathing. When you were able to focus on him again, tears welled up in your eyes. “You’re alright,” you managed. There was a rasp in your voice that twisted Daryl’s stomach. “I’m so happy you’re alright.” Tears stung your eyes.

Daryl felt a knot high in his chest, like he’d swallowed a stone. You were covered in blood and clearly battered, and you were relieved that he was okay. He clasped your face again, his eyes searching, drinking you in. “‘M alrigh’. And yer gonna be now too. S’gonna be okay.”

You fell against him, shedding a few tears that dotted his shirt, and Daryl wrapped his arms around you tightly, just tight enough that you felt safe for the first time since that night on the road when you’d been torn away from him.

“I hate to break up this heart-warming reunion,” Negan interrupted, for once not actually sounding sarcastic, “but how are we getting out of here? We’re not exactly in the best fighting shape at this point. Elijah has a broken leg, Maggie took a pipe to the face, and Y/N nearly just had the life choked out of her by this asshole.”

Maggie stood up, Elijah’s sickle in hand, and started toward Carver. “And he’s gonna pay for all of that and more right now.”

Daryl spun. “No! Maggie, don’t. Not yet. Leave him.”

“What?” She stared at Daryl with a piercing gaze.

He was refusing to separate himself from you completely. “No, he’s our ticket outta here. Don’t.”

“No!” Elijah yelled desperately from his spot on the floor. “No! What he’s done—”

“Ya think I don’t want to jam my knife into his heart righ’ now?” Daryl growled. He looked back at you and you could clearly read the pain he felt at seeing your condition on his face. Daryl’s jaw clenched. “Hell, I’d like to put him down myself with my bare fuckin’ hands… but he’s the only way we’re all gettin’ outta here alive and with what we came for in the first place.”

“Daryl—” Maggie started.

“No, he’s right,” you said, trying to stand, pressing one hand over your neck. You winced as Daryl helped you to your feet. “He’s right. I tried to kill him twice and I failed both times. I almost died both times… in the shape we’re in, if any of them can fight like he can, we can’t hunt them down and all make it out of here. We just can’t. And it’s not like we can cover ground fast enough to sneak out and get away.” You met Daryl’s eyes again. “You’re right.”

Elijah broke down, but Maggie conceded and did her best to comfort him. “Fine. We’ll wait.” _ _ _ _ _ _

“I was so close to their armory—I could feel it,” you said, wincing a little as Daryl dabbed at your side. “I was right there with the keys but—” you shook your head. “Carver showed up.”

“He did all this to you?” Daryl asked, gravel heavy in his voice. He swiped at a smear of blood on your cheek with a bit of gauze and you nodded.

“Mostly. My side is from that night on the road.” You bent and looked at it now that it was clean. The wound was inflamed and an angry red again from Carver’s blows to it. The stitches had torn. “Negan stitched it for me and collected supplies I needed. Kept it from getting badly infected.”

“Mmm…” Daryl hummed, tossing aside some dirty bits of cotton. You studied his handsome face and were relieved to see that he didn’t appear hurt.

“I was worried I wasn’t going to find you in time today,” you said softly. “I heard them over the radio.”

Daryl set down the wet cloth he’d been using on a cut on your forearm and reached for the gauze. He shook his head. “I didn’t know if—I was worried ya were gone that first night we all got split up… I saw the blood on the road where ya’d been and I just—” he broke off and his hand froze, still pressed over the clean bandage he was applying.

“I know,” you said, resting your hand over the top of his. “I was worried about the same thing. And then I saw you when we were hiding in that house—but you were with them—”

Daryl’s stomach turned and his eyes met yours again and they were filled with worry. “Y/N, what I said—”

You stopped him by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling his lips down on yours. You didn’t care about the pain from the bruises and split on your lip. Kissing him washed it all away and seemed to lessen the other aches in your body. After a moment, he pulled back and studied your expression intensely, his finger tracing down the side of the graceful curve of your neck, hitching on the marks he knew would bruise deeply from that prick’s hands. His chest ached.

“I know you were only saying what you had to,” you said. “To convince her. I can’t imagine what that was like for you, having to act like one of them.”

Daryl hung his head and avoided your eyes. A shudder ran through him as he thought of torturing Frost and being tortured himself. Your brow furrowed and you clasped his face. “It’s alright,” you soothed him softly. “We’re both right here now. Later. You can tell me about it later… if you want to.”

He glanced up and met your eyes again. There was turmoil in his blue irises. He nodded. “Yeah.” He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. “I wish I could take all this hurt from ya,” he drawled, looking at the swelling on your face.

You shook your head. “No. I’ll be fine. It’s okay. I’m glad at least one of us is in fighting shape.”

He frowned and grabbed another roll of gauze to cover a cut on your hand. When he was finished, he leaned in and kissed you softly, then left a kiss on your forehead too. “Time to finish this and go home.”

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