#rdj x jdm

[avecxplaisir]

look at this shit. I don’t usually say that these two look alike, but damn it they’re both doing that same puppy dog look ok 

I ain’t mad about it tho. they’re both handsome af so I guess I’m the real winner here lmao 

[warriorqueen1991]

Razorblades And Lemon juice (pt. 2)

Characters: Vampire Negan X Reader

Warnings: none yet ;)

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BAM! BAM! BAM!

Leaping out of your bed you tumbled to the cold floor, your heart beating out of your chest.

“Rise and fucking shine princess”

Negan’s loud booming voice made your breathing turn ragged.

Scrambling to your feet, your eyes darted around the room in search of a weapon.

“You fucking decent?” he growled banging on the door three more times.

Snapping the leg off a nearby chair you snuck up next to the door ready to strike.

The sound of the lock made you flinch as your door creaked open. Swinging around you brought your makeshift stake down as hard as you could.

You screamed in agony as long fingers clamped around your wrist jerking you from your room.

Slamming against the wall you dropped the stake, your eyes widening in terror as Negan loomed over you.

“Really?”

You whimpered clutching your throbbing wrist as he sneered at you. “Did you really think you could get the fucking drop on me?”

He shook his head running his hand down his mouth before lifting it in thought. “Now enlighten me here gorgeous, cuz your plan doesn’t make any fucking since”.

You closed your eyes in defeat as he continued.

“Ya come up here flashing your fucking beach ball size lady nuts all over the fucking place”.

Chuckling he gestured around him animatedly “ask me to save the fucking lives of a yet to be determined number of fucking rugrats”.

Furrowing his brow, he crouched down next to you “then you try to kill me”.

His eyebrows rose expectantly as you finally met his gaze “had you fucking succeeded….who was gonna save the fucking rugrats Einstein?”

You dropped your gaze back to the cold floor before once again meeting his hard stare.

“I…I don’t know ok” you growled getting to your feet as he followed.

“I was scared, I don’t know what the hell you want from me…I just…” you threw your hands in the air “I wish you would just kill me and get it over with”.

He gave you a low rumbling laugh, “oh honey I’m not gonna fucking kill ya”.

Moving to loom over you with a wide smile, he brought his fingers up to caress your cheek softly.

“I need you to know me” he purred, leaning in close to your face making you close your eyes.

“Why?” you whispered still afraid to look at him in the close proximity.

He made a low growling noise in his throat before the feeling of his warm hand touching your wrist made you jerk away.

Your eyes snapping open.

He remained where he stood, it almost looked like regret in his soft gold eyes.

“Are you ok?” he whispered gesturing to your wrist.

“Wha…what?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“I asked if you were fucking ok” he rasped, his voice stern and more forceful than before.

You gaped at him for a split second before biting your lip nervously “it…uh..it hurts” you managed dropping your eyes to look at your bruised flesh.

He hummed before making his way to you once more, stopping at your side to leaned down to your ear.

“Come with me”

****

You were surprised when Negan led you to a large abandoned infirmary, the room was dark and covered in dust but the implications were clear.

He wanted to help you.

Making his way over to a large storage locker he opened the door grabbing a small pouch. Watching as he bent it in two you had this overwhelming urge to flee as he slowly made his way back to you.

Stopping a few inches in front of you he offered up the pouch with a grunt “here put this on it”.

You eyed him suspiciously before slowly taking the offered object, gasping you looked up at him in surprise.

It was a ice pack of some sort.

Watching as you placed the cold pack on your skin he sighed scratching his brow before pushing past you to the door.

“Come on princess” he called back making you shuffle after him hesitantly. Shivering you took this time to look around, the place was enormous.

The sparse amount of windows you could see were covered in black paint. Noticing a small stream of light seeping through you finally spoke up.

“It’s morning?”

You couldn’t help the surprise in your voice as he looked at you over his shoulder. “of course it fucking is, we got a lot of fucking shit to do before we head out”.

Coming to a stop in front of a set of doors, he turned to face you folding his arms as he leaned against it. “You are accompanying me, right doll face?” he drawled giving you an expectant look.

You nodded removing the ice pack from your wrist, “I don’t think you’d trust me here alone anyway” you mumbled offering him the pouch.

He took it, tossing it to side as he pushed open the doors.

You gasped, the room was stocked full of maps and atlases. You let out a suppressed “wow” as you followed him to a nearby desk with a leather chair. Grabbing a map of the nearby area he flopped down in the chair.

Propping his boots up he narrowed his eyes at the weathered paper “so got any fucking clue where these fucks hang there hat?”

You nodded moving to the front of the desk “there actually not very secretive, they mark their territory with spiked heads”. His eyes widened slightly before eyeing you over the map “pretty fucking cocky” sliding his feet off the desk he got to his feet.

You decided to follow silently as he shoved the map back in its place, exiting the room. “So if you fucks knew where the fuckers were staying why not just pay em a visit and do it yourself?”

You opened your mouth to respond but snapped it closed when he whirled around to face you. “You know what I think, because I have a guess?” you bit your lip suddenly finding the stone floor incredibly interesting.

He smirked poking your shoulder “eyes up sweetheart”.

You looked up at him helplessly “we fight, we die…it’s just how it is”. He frowned “that’s the saddest fucking thing I’ve heard in my whole life” his feigned remorse faded with his dark chuckle.

“Wow, you people are fucking pussies… these fucks snatch up your babies and you just sit back with your thumbs up your asses”.

Your shoulders slumped in embarrassment “that’s why I’m here”

With a soft growl he nodded “do they know?”

Sighing you shook your head “they would of never let me come here, I had to sneak out on my own”.

“Damn honey, you are a badass” he rasped wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

Leading you down a flight of stairs he turned the corner, grabbing an apple from a small basket tossing it to you. You looked at him in confusion “why do you have regular food here?” his deep laugh was incredibly unnerving “cuz I like the smell”.

Taking a small bite you smiled at the fresh crunch and burst of flavor.

“Mmh thank you” you mumbled around the food, covering your mouth.

“No problem sweetheart”

Throwing open a steel door you gasped as the sun’s blinding light washed into the dark room. Giving the door a firm kick he jammed it open, moving away so he could pat out the small fire raging on his arm.

Backing up into the shadows he smirked as steam billowed up from the folds of his leather jacket.

“Enjoy the fucking sunlight darlin, we leave at dusk”.

Giving outside a wide gesture with his arm he continued to smile, folding them once more. You looked to him then back outside “I…I don’t understand” he scoffed “the area is fucking fenced in and the fucking ghouls will keep the riff raff out”.

Frowning at your reluctance he sighed “you’re safe, I give you my fucking word princess”. You rubbed your arms before walking out into the sun, it looked like a prison yard.

Looking back at the darkened doorway you gave him a soft smile, it may of not been much but you appreciated the kindness he seemed to be showing you.

Even if you were suspicious of its meaning.

“Tha..thank you Negan” you whispered catching his glowing gold eyes. He nodded disappearing back to the shadows.

Looking up to the sky with a smile you turned around, gazing up at the monolithic structure.

Your mind turned to the creature lurking within its walls. What was he doing in there right now?

Was he just roaming the halls, making plans to move against The Whisperers or was he…

You gulped at the thought of him tearing into a hopeless prisoner.

You frowned, as accommodating as he seemed to be you couldn’t let yourself forget what he was.

A monster.

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[warriorqueen1991]

Razorblades And Lemon juice (pt. 3)

Characters: Vampire Negan X Reader

Warnings: gore, blood and violence

Notes: thank you guys so much, I’m seriously blown away by how much you guys are enjoying this one… please do not hesitate to let me know if there’s a certain vamp Negan situation you would love to see or if you have any ideas :)

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The sun was setting lazily over the horizon, it’s remaining glow painting the sky in brilliant pinks and oranges.

The courtyard Negan had set you loose in had an old picnic table pushed off to the side.

After he had left he had returned shortly after with a basket of fruit and a loaf of bread, which had made your stomach cry out in happiness.

The creature was gonna win your heart with food alone if you weren’t careful.

Taking the basket to the table you had spent the day eating, humming to yourself and watching the ghouls patrol the fence.

You noticed there eyes would flash gold every hour making you wonder if maybe he was checking up on you.

Moving from the table you decided to do some stretches and jog around so you wouldn’t feel sluggish on the journey.

****

Having finished up with a set of thirty jumping Jacks you took a deep breath touching your toes before taking a seat on the steps by the door.

A deep sigh passed your lips as you began idly drawing in the dry dirt, letting your mind wonder.

You once again let your mind wonder to what your jailer was doing.

“Looks just like me”

Letting out an almost inhuman squeal you jumped to your feet at the sound of his deep voice.

Looking down you felt your heart leap into your throat.

You had drawn a crude stick figure with large fangs and long stick claws chasing four other stick figures with ridiculously squiggly arms.

Gasping, you quickly shoved your booted foot into the dirt, dusting the drawing in hopes of maybe salvaging the situation.

Jesus you were so dead.

Negan stared at you in amusement, his nose wrinkling as he chuckled, shaking his head. You felt like you were gonna throw up, swallowing thickly you rubbed your hands on your jeans.

“It…I…look..”

He laughed taking a seat on the step you had occupied “take a fucking breath sweetheart, I’m not gonna fucking hurt’cha”.

You continued to stare at him with a weary expression.

Licking his lip he smiled gesturing between the two of you “I like this…ya know, busting each other’s balls” his smile slowly faded as you continued to remain silent.

Dropping his glowing eyes to the ground, he sighed getting to his feet with a grunt.

“Alright princess, you ready to hit the fucking road?”.

You nodded holding your arm to your chest “sorry about the…” he rolled his eyes leaning back with a dramatic groan.

“Fuck darlin it’s fine”

Smiling slightly you watched him swat the dirt off his backside “I never did ask if you had any questions about what will be required of you here”.

Your smile quickly faded “required?”

He looked at you with a raised brow “yeah, your not fucking feeding me so I gotta find something for you to fucking do”.

You nodded “oh…ok…so uh…what do you want me to do?”

He shrugged with snort “fuck if I know”.

Noticing your confused expression he leaned forward with a wheezing laugh, gently smacking your arm.

“Fucking burn that bridge when we get to it aye dollface?”.

You couldn’t figure him out.

His emotions were all over the place.

What kind of monster threatens someone to keep them company?

But then again, it was obvious he had been alone for awhile.

The possibility that all he wanted was a friend made your heart ache, nothing about the stories you had been told as a child were adding up.

Ware was the monster that had slaughtered a whole community, then set fire to the homes because they refused to pay him tribute?

He had a temper… that much was obvious, but he really didn’t seem monstrous to you.

You smiled gently, “thank you for the food earlier” his bright smile made yours grow.

He had gorgeous dimples.

“Don’t be ridiculous princess…” he chuckled showcasing his bright white teeth and sharp incisors bumping you with his shoulder playfully “…thank you”.

You couldn’t help but giggle softly at his almost childlike energy.

He was so odd.

“Well, holy smokes!!” his voice boomed obnoxiously as he leaned back in shock “shit, you can smile”.

You blushed pulling away from him, he continued to chuckle, moving back to the door holding his hand out behind him.

“Come on gorgeous”.

It almost scared you how quickly you took his hand, he could be playing you, luring you into a false sense of security before he drained you dry.

But he seemed to be just as surprised as you.

looking back at you, he eyed your hands before smiling gently.

“Don’t let go”

You gave him a quick nod before closing your eyes.

Your body felt weird as the sound of wings thundered around you, drowning out all other noise.

In a matter of seconds the sound faded and you were met with the soft sound of crickets and a light breeze rustling through the trees.

You sighed still gripping his hand like a lifeline, a warm puff of air bathing your hand as your eyes fluttered open as he lifted your hand to his lips, kissing it softly “ok?”

You gasped, covering your uncontrollable blush and soft smile with your free hand as he released the other with a smile of his own.

Who the hell does that?

He was like something out of a romance novel, a perfect, poorly wired circuit.

“lead the way darlin”

****

The walk through the dark forest was quiet, Negan was sauntering silently by your side his soft purrs adding an odd sense of comfort to your eerie surroundings.

The soft glow of his eyes caught your attention as he gave you a sideways glance.

He looked like he wanted to say something but the sound of rustling leaves and low murmurs had him moving ahead of you. Taking cover behind a tree he motioned for you to follow.

“Ok princess, wait here until this shit’s done”.

Giving him a displeased noise he quickly silenced you with a glare.

“Don’t fucking come looking me, I’ll come to you”.

You frowned before give him before nodding.

Moving away from you, he quickly slipped into the darkness.

Leaning back against the tree you stared up at the sky, the stars were absolutely gorgeous.

Letting a smile grace your lips you closed your eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the cool breeze.

Snapping your eyes open you quickly hid behind the tree as the woods erupted in screams of death and the chaos of battle.

Gasping, you flung your hand over your lips as the sound of ripping flesh found your ears.

Mother of god, what had you done?

Panting in fear you quickly took off in the direction Negan had gone.

Pushing through the forest the small flickering of a nearby campfire lead you to a large clearing. Tumbling through the brush you tripped over something large, falling to your knees.

Your eyes widening as you took in the carnage that lay before you. Bodies were strewn everywhere, blood splattered over every inch of grass and dirt.

“Hel…help..m…me”

You lifted your gaze at the failing voice, your eyes running up the leather clad back of Negan as he drained the life from a mutilated Whisperer.

The man was staring at you with wide eyes as his lips fought to cry for help.

Letting out a soft whimper you quickly scooted back in the bloody dirt, bumping into what you had previously tripped over.

Looking down, you Screamed as your hand landed in the ripped open jaw of another corpse.

Jerking in your direction Negan let out a low growl, his jaws never leaving the flesh of the finally deceased man.

You couldn’t speak, you could hardly breath.

Dropping the corpse at his feet he stepped over it, his golden eyes flaring in anger.

“I told you to fucking stay put” he growled, his mouth and neck covered in blood.

His once white shirt now a deep crimson.

Taking three long strides he grasped your throat lifting you in the air.

“You just couldn’t fucking listen” he roared. Your eyes welled up with tears as you grasped his arm, clawing at the leather.

“Pl…please” you choked out, your face turning red as he bared his long fangs at you.

So this is how you die?

Letting out a deep breath he frowned, blinking his eyes rapidly as he furrowed his brow dropping you to the ground.

Clawing away from him you curled up at the base of a nearby tree placing your hands over your head in protection.

“I…I’m so…sorry…please don’t kill me” you gasped.

Negan’s frown deepened before he turned back to one of the small tents.

Ripping the thin fabric from the earth his golden eyes pulsed as he stared down at the four small children.

Staring up at him in fear there eyes began to glow the same soft gold as they followed him back to you.

The cold leather of his now sticky glove grasped your chin “eyes up sweetheart”.

Your lips were trembling as you lifted your head to look at him, his face was emotionless as his golden eyes bore into you.

“Take em fuckin home” he rasped rising from his crouched position.

You were shaking all over as your eyes darted to the children. They were all holding hands, their eyes distant and glowing.

You looked at him in horror “wha…what did you do?”

He grimaced “I held up my end of the fucking deal”.

Bringing himself to tower over you, he leaned down “and I expect you to do the fucking same” his voice a venomous hiss.

“Now get fucking moving” he snarled jerking you to your feet by your arm.

You nodded grasping the nearest child’s small hand, leading them into the forest. Glancing back at Negan you could’ve sworn he almost looked sad.

“You have until tomorrow night to return, don’t make me have to fucking come get you”.

His voice had lost the warm comforting drawl you had begun to enjoy.

Returned had the calloused, cold growl of the night before.

You had been a fool to fall under his spell.

You had to get away.

And to hell with the consequences.

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