#set after negan is in jail

[writella]

More Negan x reader pllsss😔😔😔

pls the emojis are sending me hahahah! let me know how you like it!

Thinking of Negan who daydreams about the reader who always has the cutest outfits when she comes to visit— ♡

cw: negan x fem!reader, smut— masturbation (m) and descriptive allusions to sexual situations, very desperate and depraved Negan because he is in jail, and reader being cute and nice and just too irresistible :) + I wrote this with a little bit of Negan’s crude humor in mind. wc: 2.1k. slightly proofread.

Negan never thought he would stoop so low.

Not like some 20 year old guy living in his mom’s basement; the type he’d talk shit to then completely demolish on a game; one who drinks monsters and watches porn on the daily back in the old B.W. (Before Walkers— for those of you who are uncultured) era.

That was beneath him.

If he needed it, there was his wife of course, or some chic he could hook up with at the bar, but— let’s not remind him of that. That is a wound that needs no further reopening. He was ashamed of it and everything else he’s done enough as it is. Not to mention, it sure doesn’t help that he was reminded of every single heinous act he has ever committed in the A.W. years by the grand total 5 patrons that have visited his cell every- single-god-damn- day.

But now, there was a new thing to cause him great shame.

A girl.

You.

You who gives him his meals on Fridays—Gabriel’s day off. You who just can’t help but stay 5, 10, sometimes even 30 minutes after you give him his food because he always makes you laugh. You, one of the town’s gardeners, who throws in fresh strawberries during breakfast and an extra cob of corn during dinner when you know you shouldn’t. You who didn’t eat your cookie from Carol’s monthly batch she brought from the Kingdom because you gave it to him instead. You with your three sets of overalls and far too many sundresses, yet you only had one sunhat, one pair of gardening gloves, and one pair of waterproof boots.

You were way too generous with him and a little too passionate about your clothing to the point he thinks you must forget you’re living in the zombie apocalypse, but you were skilled, kind-hearted, and you liked to smile; you actually had conversations with him instead of that kumbaya shit Gabriel’s always on; and he’d be damned say you weren’t really pretty. Because you are. You’re real fuckin’ pretty.

And Negan was obsessed.

He thought about you constantly.

Like how he knew you must have always picked off the strawberries stems for him before you put them on his plate. And how he definitely knew you must have offered to give him his lunch and dinners on Fridays: He remembers that Gabriel told him that this would only be a morning thing, that the council advised him to have one day off because he was a new father. But, as dutiful as he is (and as weary as he was to bring someone else around Negan), he agreed only to breakfast. That way, he could sleep in, eat with Rosita and the kids, and not feel like he completely burdened someone else with a responsibility that was only meant to be his. Negan figured you were just that kind, that you must have been the one to offer up your Friday mornings to Gabriel. How you must have been the one to ask to come back two more times throughout the day, you must have. For Gabriel, of course, to help. But maybe you just liked him. He liked imagining that. In fact, he believed it.

He also liked to imagine that maybe you were dressing up for him. He sure loved your little outfits. Your overalls were your work clothes but still, you always looked so darn cute, always finding small ways to accessorize or make it feel more like your personality. It was all so innocent really, but he couldn’t help but find it incredibly sexy— how pretty and oblivious you were to how you looked, how your clothes fit you. He often daydreamed of fucking you in every single one.

The first, the overalls you wore most often for work, was full length and completely baggy on you— he figured it must have been for a man. It was old, the hem was fraying in some areas, and it did nothing for your figure really but it was soft, durable, had many pockets and you typically put scraps of ribbon or lace you found on the straps, right on the shoulder. And his favorite part, you were often wearing a crop top with it. He could always see the side of your breast, your waist, sometimes even a tiny bit more depending on how you turned. Sometimes he thought of you in that tight little floral tank of yours. How one day maybe he’d tell you to, “take it off,” and you’d obediently drop the overalls to the floor; or maybe it would be you, while you’re on your way out: you turn around, gathering up enough courage after all this time to look him in the eye as you take off your boots and unclip the straps and let the denim fall, leaving you in only that tank and your panties. He imagines how you’d push yourself into the corner where the door was, look out the small window to see if anyone was coming, and then you’d face him again, keeping eye contact as you slipped your fingers inside your underwear and started to rub your clit, fast. Wordlessly, his jumpsuit would come off too and his hand would go straight to pumping his cock. Mesmerized by the sight of you being so unlike yourself because you wanted him just that bad, so bad neither you, nor he, could speak. Only pants and moans and grunts and “fucks,” to be heard in the room.

The second and the third was an overall dress and one with shorts. The first time you wore the dress, he remembers it was a Friday that a lot of people had left town. Unfortunately a kid got lost so many people went out to search with the family. Thankfully for Negan though, this included Gabriel, Michonne, and the two other people who tended towards Negan. Gabriel had assigned you to keep a closer watch on him that day, that the days like this where the regular schedule is thrown off is the time he might try something— Gabriel is still angry at himself for the time Negan escaped— so you took it upon yourself to bring an activity: cards. After you won a second time, Negan had playfully thrown his cards on the floor, two of them slipping past the bars and past you. You had turned to see where they went and reached forward on your knees, arm extending to get them. You weren’t directly turned but Negan sure did take the small chance he got to move more towards his right and catch a closer glimpse of your exposed thighs and color of your underwear. After you left that day he imagined that right at that moment he grabs you by the hips, pushed your ass up against the bars and pushed your panties down so he could slide into you, fucking you through the bars as much as he could, probably giving the bottom of your ass red marks every time he bangs into you against the steel.

With the shorts, he thought of scenarios more or less the same as with your full length ones. The difference is that your ass looked great in those shorts and sometimes he imagined you pushing your back against the cell bars so he could push his front against it, giving him some friction. Him telling you that it’s been years, but you’re shy and scared and you don’t want to get caught so you just do that, allow him to rub against you as you look out the window to make sure no one is coming. He imagines that you can't help but start sighing, squeezing your thighs together, moaning when he wraps his arms around your waist through the bars. One hand snaking up to grope your breast while the other cups your mound over your overalls and you rock into his hand as he presses in on you hard. You almost lose your breath, taking a sharp inhale that freezes to a halt. Finally, you'd whisper, “That feels so good,” followed by a whine. And he’d respond to you in your ear, “I know, baby.” A big wet spot is slowly appearing on your jeans and you’re not even looking out the window, your eyes are rolling back until they closed and you’re just making these tiny pathetic sounds because you can’t believe how incredible his touch is, even when you’re given so little, and how bad you’ve wanted him even though you’ve tried to deny it. “No one else makes me feel like this,” you’d tell him, to which he repeats, deep, dark, and sultry as he kisses the back of your head, “I know, baby. I know.”

Lastly, there were those sundresses. Sometimes he’d see you in them when you brought him dinner. If you could, you would freshen up before your own dinner because you got off from work early and didn’t want to be in your work clothes anymore or maybe you were having dinner with friends or Gabriel and Rosita— he often treated you because of your care for Negan on Fridays. Most people liked to pretend Negan doesn't exist, or unsolicitedly proclaimed to you and Gabriel with disgust how they would never dare go anywhere near the jailhouse, that you two must be saints, so he finds what you’re doing to be a big sacrifice. Therefore, he often invites you for meals and he and Rosita are either on the look out or ask savangers to bring back any dresses in your size. But it was a time that Negan least expected to see you that he saw you in what became his favorite dress.

It was on a Wednesday. Certainly after 12am or close to it. People were asleep, but you were sneaking towards his cell. Apparently someone from work had ground some chocolate from her wife that worked as a savager. She gave you a few pieces but you never ate them and forgot about them until you were doing some late night cleaning on your day off, so you came to treat Negan. The dress you were wearing was the tiniest thing he’d seen you in. As in, it could have been a mid-length dress on Judith. It was a deep pink color, almost purple, with small flowers in a different shade of the same family all around it. It had these very short, very slightly puffed sleeves. He could tell that it was a dress that flowed out, but that didn’t stop the material from showing your curves. He knew for a fact that if you bent over you would be giving anyone behind you a show, but honestly with how much your legs were exposed, you walking around in that must have been enough to make anyone’s head turn. Immediately he started thinking about him outside of this cell, as your man, seeing you strut around town in it, how he’d push you to the side behind a house, ask you if you wore it for him, if you were trying to make him jealous, and then fuck you hard. Then he remembers that you’re offering him chocolate, and saying that you know you shouldn’t be here, so he saves those thoughts for after you leave. You start tugging on your dress, trying to make it longer and he thanks you. Truly, that was your house dress. It was always a little snug on the top so you could never wear a bra with it regardless and you had accidently washed in your sink with hot water— you had a knack for not reading clothing labels— and it shrank. You only remember how short it is now after not wearing it outside for so long and seeing how Negan’s eyes widened at you as you came in. Did you do it on purpose? you both now question. You decide it doesn’t matter, telling yourself you were just doing something nice and you run off to bed quickly. As for him, he cares as much as he doesn’t: of course he wants you to like him and he still has a big ego enough to assume you do, especially after tonight, but most importantly you just gave him more fuel for his imagination while he’s stuck here which is enough for now.

After fucking himself when you left, he still woke up rock hard the next morning. Waking up late, he had to act quick before Gabriel came with his breakfast. He used one of his favorite methods of pushing his bed to the side, and placing himself in the darkest corner of his cell, his figure facing the wall. He’d take himself out and as always, start to pump. He places his hand on the wall for leverage and he pretends he’s fucking you against the wall. He imagines that one night you say you can’t sleep and ask if you can sleep with him in his bed. How he would be such a gentleman and say that a lady wasn’t good enough to sleep in his crappy cell, but that instead he knew another way to tire you out. One the two of you could do fast so you wouldn’t get caught. That one always got him to his climax so fast— the thought of you needing him so much that you would come inside his cell, stay on his bed until morning, get in trouble for him. It would make him come like a bullet, hard and fast.

Safe to say, Negan loves Fridays.

[novamariestark]

Negan comforts reader with pretty bad daddy issues from past abuse when she gets overwhelmed with memories from her younger life

Prompt list 2 #42 ?

I Got You Darlin'

Warnings: mentions of physical, emotional and almost s**ual abuse (if these upset you don't read), panic attack, death (short not descriptive), age gap

Word count: 2334

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Negan x reader

How did you end up there?

A deal. That’s how. A selfless sacrifice that was supposed to be your death. But no. Negan decided to keep you at the sanctuary instead.

You hated the man. You had watched him smash the hell out of your friend’s skull and just laugh it off. He went for another but there was no way you were going to let him die.

Glenn. The one who’s been your friend for as long as you remember. Even before the apocalypse. He knew about your “situation” and he did everything in his power to get you away from it. Offering you a place to crash when it got really bad, cleaning your cuts and even giving you his hard-earned money so you could eat.

The man was your savior. Your big brother.

So when he was sat at the other end of Negan’s bat, you didn’t even hesitate.

“No, pick me,”

Now what you thought would happen, didn’t. You expected the same fate as Abraham but no.

At first, you saw him as just another dangerous obstacle in this apocalyptic world. But the more you spent around him, the more you found yourself drawn to him. His charisma, his confidence, and his dark sense of humor were alluring, and you couldn't deny it. As your “friendship” or whatever it was developed into something more, Negan made it clear that he was attracted to you. But you were torn. You had developed a strong bond with Rick, the leader of your group, and he had become like a father to you. You couldn't betray his trust by getting involved with Negan, especially since he was the enemy.

But it wasn't just about loyalty to Rick. You knew that being with Negan would mean becoming one of his 'wives', forced to live in his twisted harem at the Sanctuary. You didn't want to be just another nameless face in his collection, used for his pleasure and discarded when he grew tired of you.

Little did you know that Negan would trade all of them for you. If you gave him a chance, it would be you and only you. Of course you didn’t believe him. Why would he trade much prettier women for you?

It had been a few weeks since you had arrived at The Sanctuary. To say that it was brutal here would be an understatement. Negan ruled with an iron fist, punishing anyone who dared to defy him. But strangely enough, he wasn't the worst thing about being here.

You had escaped your abusive father when you were 16 and thought you had left that part of your life behind, well you thought you had left your entire life behind. But then one day, after a few weeks at The Sanctuary, you heard a voice you hoped never to hear ever again. It was your father's voice, sneering and taunting. The exact soundtrack of your childhood.

He walked away. You instantly found that suspicious. And you were right. Later that night, you were abruptly woken up from your deep slumber by the sound of your bedroom door being flung open. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, a large, burly man grabbed your arms and dragged you out of bed.

“Hey, what's going on?” you yelled, trying to fight against his hold. “Shut up and come with me,” the man grunted, dragging you out of your room and down the hallway. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as fear and confusion set in. Where was he taking you? What had you done wrong?

You made your way through the dark, winding corridors of the Sanctuary until you reached a heavy metal door. The man shoved you inside and you stumbled, falling to the ground. As you lifted your head, you realized you were in a jail cell. Panic and disbelief flooded through you.

But as you sat on the cold floor, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was very wrong. Why would Negan want you locked up? Was it because you turned down his offer? An offer that you would have otherwise accepted had he not murdered one of your friends in front of you and maybe if he didn’t have a different woman for every day of the week. Before you could dwell on your thoughts any further, the door to your cell creaked open, and in walked none other than your father. He sauntered over to where you were sitting and leaned against the metal bars.

“Let's see why Negan likes you so much,” he snarled, unbuckling his belt. Panic rose in your chest as you realized what he was about to do. You pleaded and begged for him to stop, but he just laughed and continued to unbuckle his belt.

He roughly pulled you towards him, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol. You could feel his hands running over your body, tearing at your clothes. You screamed and struggled, but your small frame was no match for his brute strength. “Stop fighting. It'll only make it worse,” he growled, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. He pulled off his belt, holding it in one hand as he grabbed you with the other. But before he could touch you again, the door burst open and Negan himself stormed in, Lucille in hand. “What the hell is going on here?!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. Your father froze, his eyes widening in fear. He dropped the belt and took a step back. “I was just, uh, teaching my kid a lesson,” he stammered, trying to regain control of the situation. Negan's eyes flickered to your tear-stained ones, and you could see the fury in them. “Is that so?” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let me teach you a lesson, then.”

And with one swift swing, your father was dead. You dropped to the floor, numb with shock, as Negan dropped the bat and turned to face you.

“Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” he said, gently helping you to your feet. But your legs gave way and you burst out in tears.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You didn't resist, instead clutching onto him for dear life as you let out all your pent-up emotions. “He's gone now. It's okay,” Negan said, his voice surprisingly soft and comforting. He stroked your hair, trying to console you as best as he could. In that moment, Negan wasn't the notorious leader of the Saviors - he was just a man, offering comfort to someone who needed it.

But as your tears finally began to subside, you felt a sudden surge of emotions rushing through you. Without a second thought, you leaned in to kiss him, believing that this was what he wanted from you. But to your surprise, he pulled away, leaving you feeling confused and rejected. “Not when you're in this state, sweetheart,” he said, his voice now back to its usual rough tone.

Without another word, he led you back to your room, picking Lucille up along the way. Before long, you found yourself sitting on the edge of you bed. Negan disappears for a moment and comes back with a damp cloth. He ran the cloth gently over your scraped knees and dirt-caked hands, the cool water soothing against your skin.

“Come on, get back to bed, Darlin',”

You climbed into the sheets. You expected to hear the door open and shut again but when you didn’t you cast a confused glance around the room to find Negan taking a seat beside you.

“Aren’t you going to bed?” you asked, unsure of what his intentions were.

“I’m staying right here, making sure no one else harms you,” Negan replied, his intense gaze fixed on you, he leans forward, “And tomorrow, you will tell me who else was in on this, ‘cause I know he didn’t do it alone,”

As the night went on, you drifted off to sleep knowing that you were safe under Negan's watchful eye. And you went on to have the best sleep you’ve had in almost a decade.

The next morning, you woke up to find Negan still by your side, his head resting on his hand as he slept. You couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You turned over to watch him more closely, taking in all of his features. Negan was a tough and sometimes cruel man, but he had a softer side that he revealed only to you. His face had a few scars, but they only added to his rugged charm. His black hair was tousled from sleep and his stubble was growing in. You reached out to trace a finger along the lines of his jaw, admiring the way the sunlight hit his face. Negan stirred slightly, his hazel eyes opening to meet yours.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, his voice husky from sleep. He forward to move the hair out of your eyes, “How you feelin’?”

“You’re stayed here all night?”

“I told you I would,” he replied, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at his touch. You had never been one for romantic gestures, but there was something about Negan that made you feel safe. Something you had never felt, before or after the apocalypse. And you craved it. You craved him.

“Thank you, Negan,” you said, turning to kiss his palm.

“Now, who was it?” Negan asked, his blue eyes burning into yours. “Who helped your father last night, Darlin'? Who else touched you?”

“N-no one else,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “Don't lie to me, sweetheart. I'll know if you're lying.” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the memories of your father's abuse flooded back to you 'It was... a man,' you finally admitted, your voice shaking. Negan's expression hardened. “Who was he?” You hesitated, knowing that your answer could have consequences, “I don't know his name. He was just some guy who my father probably tricked into taking me there,” you explained, feeling the weight of guilt and shame on your shoulders. Negan's jaw tightened, and he let out a low growl. “I'll make him pay,” he said, his voice filled with rage.

You shook your head, “No, if he had no idea that you didn’t make that order he shouldn’t be punished for it,”

“He touched you!” he growled, picking up Lucille and heading towards the door.

But you grabbed his arm, “No, please. It's over now. I'm safe here with you,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes, giving him the prettiest doe eyes, he’d ever seen. Negan's features softened as he looked down at you. “Don't you worry, sweetheart. No one will ever hurt you again,” he promised, placing a gentle hand on your cheek.

Without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It was like a firework had gone off in your chest, his touch igniting a passion within you that you had never known before. His lips were soft yet forceful, demanding and yet gentle. It was a kiss like you had never experienced before, and you couldn't help but melt into it, your hands instinctively reaching up to wrap around his neck as you deepened the kiss.

“Lay with me?” Your quiet voice asked, as you held out your hand towards Negan. He looked at you with surprise, not expecting such a request from you. But without hesitation, he took your hand and led you to your bed. “Of course, Darlin',” he said, a hint of gentleness in his rough voice. It had been so long since Negan had been in bed with a woman, but not for the usual reasons. He had spent so much time using women for his own pleasure, but with you, it was different. He wanted to protect you, to make sure you were safe. He wanted to love you.

As you lay down next to him in bed, Negan wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, and it brought a sense of comfort to you. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

You fell asleep again and when you woke up, he was gone. Not surprising. He is the leader after all. Your hand moves to your lips, tracing the smile that forms as you remember the feeling of Negan’s lips. But that smile quickly fades as your mind batters you with the events that led up to it.

You fall back on the edge of your bed, a darkness seeming to swallow the room. Your mind begins to play tricks on you as shadows flicker on the walls, triggering a panic that’s no longer in your control.

Your breaths quicken, chest tightening as if an invisible weight is pressing down on you. The night before, a haunting echo, flashes vividly past your eyes. It opens the floodgates, and everything your father ever did to you came crashing through.

You clutch your chest, nails biting into skin, desperate for any kind of release from the weight on your chest. But the rush of emotions, the echoes of fear, they're relentless.

At some point, you had slipped off the edge of your bed. Now you were curled up into a ball on the floor, your knees clutched to your chest as you try to block out the memories.

The memories were so loud, you didn’t hear him come in, so you jumped when a figure sat beside you. He pulled you into his arms. You resisted at first, your body stiff and rigid, but he whispered soothing words and held you tight until you finally relaxed into his embrace. “I got you, Darlin',” he murmured against your hair, pressing kisses to your temple.

[A/N] Part 2? With smut??

Sorry this took so long. I started rewatching where Negan comes into the series and I got a little sidetracked [Too busy 😍😍 to be paying attention to what was going on 😂😭] I also rewrote this about 7 or 8 times.

[wiredcapability]

"I’m not leavin' until you tell me what’s goin' on."

𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀.

Negan allowed a small sigh through his nose. He knew Michelle was worried-- his perfect ANGEL. Of course she was. But how could he ever begin to explain any of it? That his past sins were weighing so heavily on him? Even after nearly a decade he'd spent in that jail cell.

❝ Michelle-- darlin', listen to me. It is nothin'. Alright? ❞ He picked up a small grey rock from the forest ground, his gaze falling to it for a few moments as silence set in.

❝ I don't want you to worry about it. Okay? It's just-- it's past shit. That's all. ❞

[aintashes]

daryl's gaze drops to the floor between them. his thoughts are heavy in his mind, piling up and pressing down on his very soul like they have actual weight to them. he knows that peter means well with his words; it warms daryl's heart that he's sitting there listening to him at all. but there's still so much he doesn't know, so many details that are missing from the full picture. it makes it difficult to continue when he feels like there's such a need for constant exposition.

at the same time, however, explanations are something daryl is finding himself more and more willing to provide. peter could just as well have let it all be— he could have set his things down and shoved his nose into his spellbook without another word about any of it. he certainly didn't have to open up about his feelings, or ask daryl any questions. but he did. and now here they are.

‘ lucky you avoided 'em, ’ he says, a somber note to his voice as he looks at his companion. he can't imagine what it might have been like for peter to be stuck like that— trying to avoid the eyes of the saviors while, at the same time, trying his best to run from the ever-encroaching hands of the cult. a rabbit caught between two big, hungry wolves, hiding in the burrows and brush until there's enough of an opening to slip by.

it's a damn good thing peter is so good at hiding and running. daryl hesitates to consider where he, and the world at large, might be if he wasn't.

‘ thing is, it wasn't just us. ’ daryl takes his lower lip into his mouth, biting at it with his teeth. that day is so vivid in his mind: bright red spilling out of negan and onto the dirt; the glint of stained glass shining in the afternoon sun; the feeling of an unnaturally calm breeze carding through his hair; the smell of gunpowder and blood all around him; maggie's desperate screams for rick to end it.

if there's anyone who had the right to see negan dead stripped away from them, it's her. the widow. but daryl knows that she's not the only one who feels stripped of justice.

‘ when rick made that call, he didn't just make a call for alexandria. he made it for everyone. for three other communities who fought, an' died, an' wanted to see 'im gone 'cause that's what we all agreed on. s'what we kept losin' battles for— so we could win the war. ’

he hesitates for a long moment as a debate begins inside of his mind: should he tell peter that negan is, in fact, alive and well inside of a cushy cell somewhere in alexandria? it's not that he wants to hide anything from his traveling companion. the whole underlying theme of this conversation seems to be the act of opening up, after all. but he fears what peter might say, or more importantly, what he might try if he knew.

in the end, he decides that he can't hold back on being honest. not with peter. so it's with a detectable level of shameful unease that he continues.

‘ but rick an' michonne— they kept him alive. stuck 'im in a jail cell. said they were usin' him as an example for the future; that rottin' in a cell an' watchin' the new world go by without 'im was a better punishment than killin' him. s'another reason i ain't been back here in a few years, ’ daryl says softly, lips pressing into a thin line. he hasn't even mentioned some of the inhuman levels of brutality that negan would stoop to, or the torture that daryl himself endured at the saviors' hands. ‘ couldn't stand to be in the same place as him. ’

           he gets the impression that this is a conversation daryl has needed to have for a long time, as much as he may not have wanted to. his confessions are made with such a palpable weight that even after years of not practising empathy, peter feels bad for him. for the position he and his people were forced into.

           the saviors, huh...? he swears he's heard that name before...

           ❛ ...well, i wasn't there. but from where i'm standing, it doesn't seem that hard to work out why you feel that way, ❜ peter says warily, eyes now focused on the floor. even from the minimal detail he's been given, an image fuelled by anxiety has started to take shape in his mind; one of tyrannical servitude, the definition of living on one's knees. he tries to picture daryl knelt, taking orders that ultimately serve another, but his mind rejects it completely. ❛ i mean, these people hurt your friends. killed them. you don't need to be a mathematician to solve this equation. ❜

           peter tries to envision what it would be like to be part of a group of people he cares about, but the truth is that he can't. he had it briefly with ronnie and his crew, but that was around twelve years ago now; he couldn't even use his family, shattered as it was, as a frame of reference. while he knows he'd have done a lot to preserve his sister's safety as a boy, he knows he'd never have been in the position necessary to kill over it.

           worriedly, his teeth catch his bottom lip, a pensive glint in his eyes as he works out whether to say what's on his mind or not. he has opinions... but as somebody not involved in the crisis, he doesn't entirely know if they'd be appreciated or not. he only seeks to connect with daryl— to offer some kind of reprieve from the disconnect this disagreement seems to have caused, however isolated an incident it may be— but he runs the risk of running his mouth regarding something he knows nothing about.

           ❛ ... he might be the leader of this place, but rick didn't have any right to just change the plan like that. i'm assuming you all made it together. decided as a group what you'd do? i can, um... understand, if you felt like you had a right stripped from you. ❜ peter frowns, his head ducking. it's bothering him now, trying to figure out how he's come about the name of this mysterious group on his own. it's familiar. he knows that much. ❛ he was supposed to die. and now... what? he's just out there? he was let go? or they're being held somewhere. which— i don't see the point in. i just don't. people need to stop pretending this is the old world. even with walls and people, that time's gone. it's not all bad that it's gone, either. ❜ people pay an apt price for their cruelty now.

           after all, if they're not dead like the plan originally outlined, what else could have happened to them? it isn't as if a group as large as theirs was—

           ❛ oh, i remember... ❜ peter mutters to himself, a look of recognition crossing his face as he finally looks back up at daryl. ❛ the saviors, you said? yeah, i'm pretty sure i had a run-in with that crowd. ❜

           it's coming back to him now; the stakeout in the woods while these teams of men he didn't know had assembled and attempted to look for him. he'd stayed all but buried in leaves for several days, moving little by little; as they manoeuvred their way around the trees, so too did peter, until he was clear of their vehicles ( threateningly parked in the way of the road, no less ) and out into the great beyond. at the time, he hadn't understood why they'd done so much to try and catch one man. though peter supposed they didn't know he was alone overall, how many supplies could a single person really have on them? with daryl's account to consider, the implications are less than savoury.

           ❛ i hid from them for days. they were really persistent. i got through without any trouble in the end, but it was scary... i just got the feeling that they were bad. ❜ though, given peter's paranoia, that's not particularly strange of him to think. he'd thought daryl would hurt him at first, and he certainly hasn't yet warmed up to the idea of dealing with an entire community. ❛ guess my gut didn't fail me that time. ❜

[askdarus]

Ducklings || Flashforward Oneshot (Cutscene)

Daryl looked down at the kids in front of him. He was resisting the urge to just yell why up at the sky, hoping whoever was up there would hear him cursing them.

He was used to Richie following him around, it wasn’t anything knew. Their son did that to both him and Paul. Judith had a habit of doing it too, despite being four now, always wanting to see her “Uncle Dawel.” Daryl was always ninety nine percent sure that was Rick or Michonne’s doing. Then there was of course baby Hershel, who was there because Maggie was at a meeting with Rick. Then there was some kid named Gordon, who had appeared when the Saviors arrived for the meeting. Daryl had no idea who the kid was and he didn’t care. He looked to be about Richie and Hershel’s ages of three years-old.

“Whadaya want?” Daryl grunted, looking down at them.

“Daddy told us ta go play,” Richie shrugged, looking up at him.

“M’workin’,” Daryl mumbled, looking down at the four kids, “Go play somewhere else.”

“You ain’t workin’,” Gordon snorted, “You’re just standin’ up there!”

“S’called gate duty,” Daryl said and turned back to watching, “Rich, don’t try to climb up here,” he said without looking back at him.

“Aw, dad!” Richie whined, “C’mon.”

“Gotta watch the place,” Daryl grunted.

He could put up with Richie following him around and Judith…and Hershel…

Okay.

“Daryl, shifts over!” Eric called, looking up at him.

Daryl groaned and started to climb down.

“Hi, Uncle Eric!” Richie chirped, holding up his arms.

Eric picked him up and smiled, “Hey, aren’t you getting too big to be picked up?”

“Nah,” Richie giggled.

“Make a new friend?” Eric asked, looking down at Gordon.

“Yeah,” Richie nodded quickly, “That’s Gordo.”

“Gordon!” the small boy snapped, looking up at him.

Richie stuck his tongue out at him in response and immediately reached out for Daryl when he jumped down.

“Givin’ me back problems, kid,” Daryl grunted, taking him from Eric, “Thanks, man.”

“No problem,” Eric said, smiling at him before climbing up the ladder to the top.

Daryl sighed, looking at Richie and then down at the other kids, “Where’s your daddy?” he asked, looking at Richie

“Talkin’ with Aunt Maggie an’ Uncle Zeke, an’ Uncle Rick,” Richie shrugged, “An’ some dude.”

“My daddy,” Gordon snapped.

“Watch the attitude, kid,” Daryl muttered to the kid with the messy blond hair. He sat Richie on the ground, “Go play.”

“You gotta play too,” Richie said, clinging to his leg, “C’mon, please.”

“Please, Uncle Daryl?!” Judith asked loudly, grabbing onto his other leg.

Hershel followed her lead, toddling over and grabbing onto the leg Judith was holding onto.

Gordon apparently had no interest and just stood there, his arms crossed.

Daryl sighed, looking up at the sky. It was starting to cloud up. And his shoulder was starting to hurt.

Probably going to rain.

“‘Kay, let’s go play inside,” Daryl sighed, putting Richie on his feel and walking in the direction of their house. The others let go the moment he started to walk.

He wasn’t about to deal with four drenched kids.

He looked behind him and rolled his eyes when he saw the kids following him in a little line.

Damn kids.

He didn’t even sign up for one, let alone four.

Richie was an exception though…he loved the kid…well, and Judith, since he’d been with her since the day she was born…and Hershel too.

Okay, he just didn’t like the grouchy one.

“M’hungry,” Richie whined, pulling on Daryl’s sleeve, “Daddy, s’lunch time.”

Daryl tried not to groan. Paul cooked. It wasn’t that he didn’t do any work…but Daryl didn’t usually cook food that Richie would like

Kid was like his dad and refused to eat the damn squirrel.

“I want food too,” Gordon whined.

Fuck.

“Alright,” Daryl said, leading them into the house, “Rich, go show ‘em where ta wash their hands…m’gonna find some stuff.”

Daryl watched down the hallway and made sure they went into the bathroom and sighed, running his hand through his hair. Before he met Paul, he’d never dream of telling some damn kids to wash their hands like he was…

Well, a dad.

He was a dad.

Daryl looked through their cabinets quickly and found two jars of applesauce. They always had extras because Eric would give them the ones they got with their share.

Aaron hated applesauce so much that he didn’t want it in the house.

Daryl searched through their cabinets and found plastic bowls, throwing them onto the counter and pouring it in the bowls quickly. He winced when he heard giggling in the bathroom, “Don’t sound like hand washin’!” he yelled and the giggling stopped.

Daryl looked out the window, in the direction of Rick’s house. He just wanted them to hurry up and get back over here, damnit.

Gordon walked out first and pulled himself up to the stool on the counter by himself, glaring at Daryl.

“What the hell ya want, kid?” Daryl snorted.

“My daddy called you a little bitch,” Gordon snickered.

Daryl glared at him, “Who the hell’s your parents?” he demanded, “What’s their names?”

“Dwight and Laura,” Gordon pronounced their names slowly.

Daryl looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

Fucking perfect.

“Eat your damn applesauce,” Daryl grumbled, shoving the bowl at him.

Paul owed him big time.

“I don’t like applesauce,” Gordon said, looking down at the bowl in disgust.

“Don’t care,” Daryl grunted before walking around and helping the other three up onto their stools as well.

“Thanks, daddy,” Richie chirped, starting to eat with the others.

Daryl sighed in relief, running his hand through his hair as he looked out the window again.

“My daddy says you’re really far up Jesus’ ass,” Gordon said.

“DADDY, HE SAID THE A WORD!” Richie yelled.

Daryl sighed, trying not to just bash his head off of the counter, “Ya’ll done eatin’?”

“Yeah,” Judith said, her mouth full of applesauce.

Daryl looked at Hershel and saw he’d just made a mess on the counter and all over his face. He grabbed a rag and wiped the kid’s mouth, ignoring when he whined and squirmed away.

“I wanna play hide and seek,” Hershel said after Daryl stopped wiping his mouth.

“…’Kay, fine,” Daryl said cautiously. He and Paul had played with Richie and Judith before. He didn’t see the harm in it. It was just a kids game.

“Now, if I can’t find ya and I start yellin’ your name, ya gotta come,” Daryl said, trying not to sound nervous in front of a group of toddlers, “No playin’ if ya’ll don’t agree.”

“Okay,” Judith, Richie, and Hershel chirped.

Daryl looked at Gordon and raised an eyebrow.

“Fine,” Gordon huffed, crossing his arms.

“Hide in twos,” Daryl told them, “Buddy system.”

Judith instantly grabbed Hershel’s arm and Daryl got it…kind of. The two never got to really see each other with Hershel living at Hilltop. Judith saw Richie everyday…and probably didn’t want to be partnered up with a kid she didn’t know.

“M’only countin’ ta ten, so get goin’,” Daryl said.

The kids instantly took off running.

Daryl sighed and started counting.

He found Judith and Hershel almost instantly. They were hiding in the bushes outside of the house.

He couldn’t find Richie and Gordon though…and it was starting to scare him. He didn’t want to give in so easily and he wanted to find them…but he didn’t like that Richie didn’t stay close by.

“We saw ‘em run that way,” Judith pointed into the direction of the steps going towards the basement across the street.

Daryl felt his heart drop into his stomach.

“Judy, go get your dad,” Daryl said, “Go with ‘er, Hershel.”

The kids took off running in the direction of the house and Daryl took a shaky breath, running as fast as he could to the basement.

“Daryl?” he heard Paul asked, coming out of the house with the others. He didn’t say anything, he knew he’d follow.

Daryl ran down the steps to the makeshift prison quickly and grabbed Richie away from the cell, surprising his son. He’d apologize for it later.

“Gordon, shit!” Dwight yelled, running down the steps. Daryl looked over and saw Maggie, Michonne, Rick, Ezekiel, Carl, and Paul all following as well.

“Damn, what did I miss?” Negan laughed from the cell.

Paul ran over and took Richie from Daryl quickly, “Sweetie, we don’t come down here, okay?”

“How’d you manage that one, Dwighty boy?” Negan asked, “Doubt Sherry’d go back to you.”

Dwight ignored him and took Gordon upstairs quickly.

“Aren’t you guys just the cutest?” Negan chuckled, looking at Paul, Daryl, and Richie.

“Enough,” Rick said, “C’mon.”

“Come back and visit soon, kid,” Negan called.

“Okay!” Richie chirped, obviously not knowing what was going on.

Carl threw a glare at Negan before following everyone up.

“Thought you were watching them, Dixon!” Dwight hissed the moment he walked up the steps and closed the door.

“I was!” Daryl yelled, “I was lettin’ ‘em play hide and seek-”

“It was my idea,” Gordon mumbled against Dwight’s shoulder, “Sorry, daddy,” he said, resting his head on his shoulder, “Didn’t know.”

Dwight swallowed down his anger and looked down at his kid, “Nice meeting…see ya,” he said before walking away quickly.

Daryl glared over at where Paul was holding Richie, “We’re goin’ home,” he said, walking in the direction of their house. He glanced back and saw Paul giving Maggie a hug goodbye and then hugging Hershel.

He was in the house a good five minutes before Paul came in with Richie. His husband took one look at him before sighing, “Richie, you want to go play with your toys for a while?”

“‘Kay,” Richie said, toddling back in the direction of the other room.

Paul waited until Richie was in the room before he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Had no right ta send them kids ta me,” Daryl gritted his teeth, “I-I didn’t know what ta do. I can handle Richie and maybe Judy but…I didn’t know what ta do without ya.”

Paul pursed his lips, “That’s okay,” he said softly, putting his hand on his shoulder, “I shouldn’t have sent them over without asking.”

“M’a bad dad,” Daryl choked out.

“Oh, sweetie, no,” Paul said quickly, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a hug.

“Can’t even keep track of ‘em,” Daryl took a shaky breath, “Now he knows-”

“That doesn’t matter,” Paul told him, “He’s never getting out. The prison is secured. Don’t worry, okay?”

Daryl put his forehead on his shoulder, gripping him tightly.

“We’re safe,” Paul whispered, kissing the side of his head, “All of us, okay? We’re safe.”

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Replacement - Part five

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 4

Warning: swearing

"So, who's brilliant idea was this?" Negan asks you while busy drawing out measured patterns on the cloth material in front of him.

"It was mine" you explain, "clothing is starting to become scarce these days, yet there's tons of clothing materials still available. When I was on the road by myself, I took close notice of the things people left untouched during the start of the fall. Cloth and machinery were left behind. People only thought of the then and now when it came to survival, not of the future yet to come." Negan nod his head in agreement then.

"So, how is that ya know how do all this shit? Ya ex-military, you can cook and now I hear ya good at sewing too. Not only are ya a badass but ya wifey material too-" Negan smirks at you.

Tilting your head to the side with a raised brow, "now don't be getting any ideas in that head of yours" you wave your index finger in warning.

"What the fuck that supposed to mean?" Negan raise his hands up in defence. "Oh, I've heard the stories about you and your harem of wives."

"Aw, shit! They told you about that, did they-" Negan shoulders slumps in defeat.

"I know everything yeah. I also know the story of how all this came to pass" you spread your arms out indicating the jail cell, "I also know of what a regular Casanova you were."

Setting the material aside, Negan lets out a heavy sign. "Ok. I'm going to level with you on the whole wives thing. I ran my community on a point system, people had to work for things they wanted or needed and the work was hard. Those women weren't made for such work and I couldn't just give them supplies without the rest of community having a bitch fit about it. I would have had a mutiny on hands then. So, I made those women my wives because I knew they wouldn't survive on their own without me doing so."

"I can see the logic in that" you nod your head in understanding.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Negan explains further "and the killing of those two men, my hand were forced in that situation. Rick them had broken into one of my outposts, where they ended up killing every single one of my men and they did it while those people were sleeping. I had to get vengeance for the loved ones of those butchered men."

The atmosphere becomes quite then as Negan and you continue on working. After a few hours of working, you pack up in order to go and make lunch.

Halfway out of the door, you turn back to Negan, "I'm not judging you for your past actions. Honestly, I would have done the exact same thing if I was in your position. We've all done some bad shit in order to survive this new world but that doesn't mean we can't change."

Later that evening

"You're really good with the kids" Negan remarks trying to make small conversation while you guys are having dinner.

"I guess so-" you shrug your shoulders. "No. Really, you are. I watched you through the window and the kids really seem to be enjoying themselves during your training" Negan argues the fact.

"Well the kids are much easier to train than the adults. They don't try to instruct you on how to instruct them" you chuckle.

"Yeah, the adults here can be a bunch of asshats" Negan mumbles in agreement.

"Hey! I'm an adult living here" you respond giving Negan the side-eye. "And besides it's not all of them, it's just when I first arrived a few of the men had a problem with a newbie instructing them on how to better their combat skills"

"Fuck. Shit. I didn't mean it in that way. You're not an asshats. As a matter of fact, I like you very much..." Negan stammers trying to get himself out of trouble.

"So... you like me, hey? You like me very much-" you silly grin at Negan.

"You've been nothing but nice to me. We get along quite well. You're the closes thing to a friend I have right now. So, yes... I do like you" Negan confirms with a smile of his own and the two of you continue on eating.

After dinner Negan and you spend some time playing scrabble and chatting. "Clitoris? Seriously Negan?" with a raised brow you shake your head at him.

"What?? It's a valid word-" Negan shrugs his shoulders in defence.

"I totally should have seen that coming" you chuckle. "Yeah. You should have-" Negan snickers, tongue poking out as usual.

"So, I couldn't help but notice that you're doing the training close to home now" Negan remarks glancing up at you through lowered lashes.

"Yeah. I thought I'd provide you with some action filled  entertainment while you wait for my return. And it's easier for me if I need to check up on you during that time" you respond.

"Oh, it's definitely entertaining. Especially when Judith is knocking the bigger kids off their asses-" Negan cackles out.

"Yeah, she definitely puts her all in when it comes to kicking ass" you chuckle thinking about it.

"Now, if ya want to hear some drama. Then you should sit under my window when people sneak off close to here, forgetting about my existence and think they're having secret conversations" Negan comments with a snicker.

"Negan! You're listening to people's private conversations. That's so wrong-" you reprimand him.

"What?? Then they shouldn't be standing so close to my window. It's not my fault if I accidently found out Rosita is pregnant and the baby ain't Gabe's" Negan shrugs his shoulders defensively.

"What?! No- way- Seriously?" you gasp out in shock. "Yup-" Negan nods his head, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Curious as hell now, you move in closer to Negan, "So, who's the father?"

Tongue poking out with a huge smirk across his face, "what do I get in return if I told ya?"

"Oh... so, it's like that now-" you state eyeballing Negan. After some time thinking it through, "argh... ok. What do you want?" you finally cave in.

With a broad smile Negan stares back at you, "how about a kiss-"

Giving Negan a side glare, "was this your plan all along? Are you even telling me the truth about Rosita?"

Clutching at his chest in a hurt manner, "I'm fucking offended that you think I would do that" dropping his hands, "it was worth a shot though-" Negan grins at you then.

"Negan!" you let out a giggle at his antics. Chuckling along with you, Negan inhales deeply and with a much serious face looks at you, "seriously Y/N. I would never lie to you, ever."

Without saying a word, you get up from your seat, grabbing the keys and unlock the cell door. A very confused Negan gets up from his seat as well when you enter the cell.

Negan towers over you, a look of utter confusion in his eyes as he tries to figured out what was happening.

Staring back into Negan's eyes, you gently cup his cheek. And with a gentle smile, tilting your face upwards; you place a soft kiss against his lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, "I like you very much too Negan" you state.

Seeing that you had caught him off guard, you slowly step back from Negan and exit the cell while he just stood there like a dumbstruck statue.

Feeling a bit uneasy at Negan having no reaction to the kiss, you silently pack up, avoiding eye contact and head for the door.

As you were about to open the door, "Siddiq" you faintly hear Negan speak up.

"What?" you turn around to face him. "Rosita's baby daddy is Siddiq" Negan replies.

Staring at him for a few seconds, and with a knowing smile you respond, "goodnight Negan-"

"Goodnight Warden-" Negan smiles back you.

Part 6

Tag list: @rockey258​ @ultrasweetnephilim

[in-ky]

An Old Scent [2] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, angst, age gap, Negan, a bit of gore if you squint

A/N: ok so everything is written i'm just gonna stagger posting a little bit :') 2.7k words

The first thing I woke up to in the morning was a dull ache in my lower abdomen. Great. My heat was starting up again. Growing up, Bee always asked why I never went on suppressants. I always got a bad vibe from them. Then, a few years ago, a large brand got recalled because it was shown to cause cancer in a lot of different patients. Now suppressants were harder to come by, more regulated, and needed a doctor's prescription. A lot of omegas took the hit hard, but out of it came an influx of at-home ways to take care of your heats by yourself. Super helpful for a single girl like me. When my heats started to get really bad around my junior year of high school, Bee took me out on a shopping spree and got me a bunch of toys to try and satisfy myself. It worked for a while, but they got worse as the years passed. By my age, a lot of omegas were already claimed and had an alpha to help them through their heats. I was still relying on the toys Bee had bought me. The box was tucked neatly under my bed, waiting for me. I rolled over with a small groan and sighed. The heat wouldn't be in full swing for another few days or so, so I could still go to the courthouse with my dad. Speaking of, I heard Rick shuffling down the hall and slid out of bed, gathering my bathroom stuff and walking out of my room into the small tiled room to start the day.

~~~

"So you weren't at the garage on the night of the eight?" Negan hummed, leaning against the railing in front of the tv. His eyes were glued to the face of the man sitting on the stand. The poor guy was drenched in a nervous sweat, tight blue shirt sucking at his chubby neck. He swallowed thickly and leaned forward to the microphone.

"That's correct," he croaked.

"Oh, Jeremy," Negan chuckled, shaking his head and looking at his feet. "Don't you know perjury is a criminal offense?"

"I-I'm not lying!"

"Is that so?" The alpha held up the remote to the TV "I have some footage here that directly contradicts your story, man. One last chance." He wiggled the remote teasingly and raised his eyebrows. Jeremy held his ground. "Alrighty then, let's see what we have here." He took a step back and furrowed his brow at the remote and pressed a button. The screen in front of him came to life. I had to lean forward in order to see the video, but in reality it wasn't the security tape I was watching. It was him. I couldn't look away. He had dominated the room for the past hour and a half. His deep voice was never raised, but it still carried a commanding tone that had every person sitting on the stand shaking in their boots. My eyes trailed down his body. His suit clung to him in every perfect way. His hair was slicked back in its iconic style and the way his glasses perched on his face made my insides burn. Part of me regretted seeing him like this so close to my heat, but another part couldn't imagine if I hadn't. Rick leaned over and tapped my elbow.

"We've got him now for sure." He whispered in my ear. A smile formed on my lips as I nodded to him. There was a child-like joy on his face. He really did appreciate my presence. I turned my attention back to the video screen. The footage was fuzzy, but there was a clear figure of a woman standing still hunched over what I presumed was her phone. She was texting away, fingers flying over her screen. Suddenly a large figure, who had the same height and build as Jeremy, slunk out from the shadows. He slowly approached the woman from behind and raised a crowbar high above his head. He swung it down with brutal force. There were small gasps of horror from the jury and the crowd as the crowbar connected solidly with the woman's head. She collapsed in a heap, but Jeremy didn't stop beating her until she was a pile of mush. Negan clicked the TV off.

"Well, shit, Jeremy," He boomed "I do in fact think you are lyin' to me." He tossed the remote down on his table top and gave a grim scoff. "Everyone just saw you turn poor Miss Parker's head into your personal punching bag. You still wanna claim you were no where near there?" All of the color had drained from Jeremy's round face. He swallowed again, tugging at his restricting collar. But soon, his face turned a deep shade of pink and he slammed his beefy palms on the flat surface of the box he was sitting in.

"That bitch deserved it!" He howled, gasping for air. "She had no business-" He stopped when Negan raised his hand silently.

"I really don't care," He sighed, turning around and grinning broadly when he saw the defense team resting their heads in their hands in defeat. "I'll let the jury do the rest, your honor."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Smith." The judge said, voice prickling with annoyance. Negan returned to his bench and pulled out his seat. But before he sat down he gave Rick a small thumbs up. And I could have sworn that he flashed me a little smile as well.

~~~

"You were incredible in there!" I cheered, giving Negan a high five. The contact made my skin tingle, but I passed it off as the consequences of the impact. "You really made that guy tremble like a kid!"

"It's what I do," Negan chuckled deeply. He looked around me and furrowed his brow. "Where's your dad?"

"He's pulling the car around," I said "I just figured I should let you know how good you did before I leave." He was so close. He smelled so good. The same combination of whiskey and campfire that could get me drunk in a few breaths. I was so focused on his intoxicating musk that I didn't notice the group of alphas that were headed our way. Negan did, though. I heard a rumbling from his chest and felt a hand clasp around my shoulder. Confusion clouded my mind and I looked up to him for some answers.

"The next case is starting soon," He said smoothly "Let's go wait for your dad outside." I agreed and he steered me out onto the steps of the courthouse. The short skirt and heels I was wearing weren't exactly comfortable for walking down stairs, so I held onto Negan's forearm as he guided me down to street level. There was a small breeze and I saw his jaw tense as a soft gust of wind swirled up from behind me and into his body. It no doubt carried my scent on it, and an alpha like Negan could probably tell what state I was in.

"So," I sighed, looking to engage him further "What's next?"

"Well," He tilted his head and ran a hand over his bear-covered chin. "Jeremy goes to jail. Your dad and the department get praise. And I get to go to the bar for a celebratory drink." He paused for a moment, looking me up and down quickly. "You want to join me?" I opened my mouth to say something. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to say. I didn't really drink, but I was willing to do absolutely anything that Negan wanted. But it was then that Rick rounded the corner and gave the horn a little honk.

"I would love to," I settled on "But dad has a full day of father-daughter fun times planned, and I don't really want to keep him waiting." I gestured awkwardly to where Rick was sitting in the car, bopping his head gently to incoherent music.

"Totally understand, doll." He grinned.

"Maybe another time, though?"

"For sure."

"See you around, Negan."

"Bye, doll, have fun. And be safe"

~~~

Negan was pleasantly buzzed, as per usual. He got off his motorcycle and hung his helmet on the handlebar before lightly stumbling into the house from the dark garage. The sight he saw he did not expect. There sat his fiancé in the living room, arms crossed over her chest with a pissed expression on her face. And beside her was a woman he knew all too well.

"The hell is goin' on here?" He asked, slurring his words slightly.

"I could ask you the same thing, Negan."

"Lucille, what the fuck is she doing in our house?"

"Oh, so you know her?" Lucille growled. Negan just licked his lips and flicked his gaze between the two women sitting in front of him. "Of course you do. You have been fucking her after all." Negan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Baby, please-" He started, but Lucille cut him off.

"Don't you dare," She hissed, jumping to her feet and balling her hands into fists "You don't get to call me that after what you've done, Negan. You slept with another woman. Hell, maybe more than one. You ruined our relationship." Negan took a step forward but Lucille raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen table. "Don't take another step. Your stuff is in that box." Negan looked to see a cardboard box sitting alone in the dark kitchen, his belongings poking out of the top. "I never want to see you in my house again."

"Lucille, can't we just talk about this? You don't understand." He pleased, extending a hand to her. She batted it away.

"There's nothing to talk about." She spat "You cheated on me, Negan! What is there to understand? How can you expect me to forgive you for that?" A moment of silence passed between them. The other woman shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Negan glared at her before turning his eyes back to his now ex-fiancé.

"I have no where to stay." He whispered.

"That's not my problem." Lucille said boldly "Take your shit and leave. Don't come back. We're done."

~~~

I stirred the pot of spaghetti while humming a song I heard on a radio earlier. The father-daughter activities had consisted of driving around town and revisiting old spots we used to go to when I was younger. We got ice cream at the shop down the street and then watched the sun set at the park that we used to picnic at. It was nice. College did really fix our relationship. The TV in the next room hummed quietly and Rick was talking on the phone with someone. I heard him hang up and walk into the kitchen.

"Think there's enough in there for three?" He asks with a sigh, looking over my shoulder.

"Should be, why?" I return, meeting his gaze. He takes a deep breath and scratches his neck.

"Um, well, Negan's fiancé kicked him out of the house. Apparently she found out he was cheating on her. He doesn't have anywhere to stay." He mumbled "He's gonna be sleeping here for a bit." I stopped stirring. The water started to bubble too close to the top, but I blew a gust of air to push it down.

"Why here?" was all I could muster.

"He really helped me with your mom. It's the least I can do."

I just hummed in acknowledgement and returned to my cooking. So Negan was engaged. And he CHEATED on his fiancé? Maybe I didn't know Negan as well as I thought I did...

~~~

"I just can't believe she kicked me out!" Negan seethed, shoveling a spoonful of spaghetti into his mouth. He was still chewing when he continued. "She didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!"

"I hate to say it, but you did cheat on her, buddy," Rick said carefully, not wanting to poke the angry alpha in the wrong way "She's upset."

"I was in a rut." Negan growled.

"For four months?"

I was making a plate for myself, listening to the conversation from across the room. Rick's phone buzzed on the kitchen table and he picked it up.

"Sorry, I have to take this." He sighed, shaking his head and standing to his feet. He left the room and suddenly it was just me and Negan. I took my plate to the opposite head of the table, watching Negan wolf down his dinner.

"This shit is really good, sweetheart," He groaned. Normally, the noise would have sent me over the moon. But there were so many other emotions clouding my mind. "You ever consider changing your major to culinary arts?" I didn't say anything, just twirled my fork in my serving of pasta.

"Why'd you do it?" I said quietly, almost in a whisper. Negan paused instantly.

"What?"

"Why'd you cheat on her?" My eyes never left my plate but I could hear him shifting in his seat, rubbing his face while trying to answer my question.

"I don't know," He said. His voice was soft, sincere. Something I had never heard from him before. My eyes drifted up and met his. They were the same tawny color, but there was something else behind them. Something I couldn't distinguish. "I thought...Something was off in our relationship. I guess I thought that I could fix it by trying something different. I ran into Tanya at a bar a few months ago. She's a beta, just like Lucille. Wanted to be with an alpha. I gave in. Just for a quick fuck, didn't mean anything. I didn't like her. I told her that but...she...she wanted more, I guess. She fucking threatened me. Threatened to ruin my life unless I kept seeing her. I chose to do it. I don't know if that decision was the right one or not but it's the one I made. I texted her last night to tell her it was over. Never fucking thought she would come to my home." I was chewing the inside of my cheek the whole time he was speaking. I didn't know how much of his story was true, but he sounded like he was hurting.

"Why did you break it off?" I whispered.

"That's your damn question?" He scoffed, giving a short smile. He looked in my eyes. I knew the answer. Or at least I thought I did. He opened his mouth, but Rick reentered the room before he could say anything.

"Alright, sorry about that guys," He said, slipping back into his seat. "What did I miss?"

~~~

Negan was set up in the bedroom next door to mine. Our doors faced each other from across the hall. We would have to share a bathroom. Rick didn't seem to have a problem with it, but with my heat starting I wasn't too sure about the whole arrangement. I felt more cramps riddle my body. I was ready to bed, ready to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, but something called me across the hall. Curiosity got me and I turned slightly, walking up and leaning on the doorframe. There was Negan, clad in grey sweatpants and a black tank top, unpacking his things.

"Hey," I said quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around. He looked older like this, hair unkempt and his glasses on. When he saw me his lips curled in a smile. Any trace of vulnerability I had seen earlier was now gone.

"Hey to you."

"I just want to apologize for earlier," I said "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm also sorry that you have to be subjected to me and my dad for the foreseeable future." He let out a snicker and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, doll. And you're not that bad. I appreciate Rick; he's a good man." He scratched his beard and looked over at the clock next to the bed. "It's late, you should get some rest." He took a deep breath and I nodded. I turned to leave but he called my name softly. "You know I meant what I said last night, you are looking good." I smiled but didn't say anything and crossed the hall, shutting my door and hopping into bed.

[deeranger]

Fic Writer Questions!

@oddsocksandstuff tagged me in this, thank you so much, sweetie!  ❤️

 1) How many works do you have on AO3? I’ve got 40 so far (of which 25 are SPN fics). There’s more to come! 

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 486,667, apparently. That tells me each of my fics has an average wordcount of 12,166.675… Seems about right. I was never any good at keeping things short.

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Uhh… On AO3 I’ve written for Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, X-men (Cherik) and McFassy (James McAvoy/Michael Fassbender). But I’ve written a lot when I was younger that has never made it online, including NCIS, Pirates of the Caribbean, and lots of weird one-shorts starring everyone from Michael J. Fox to Kevin Sorbo from “Hercules: The Legendary Journeys”. ��  

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? “A Lesson to be Taught” – an SPN Wincest pwp fic where a dominant Dean fucks (and spanks) Sam and they discover that Dean apparently has a daddy!kink. Comes with a photo manipulation too! There be dick.    

“Taking Game” – a semi-dark medieval Cherik (Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr from X-men) AU. Basically, Charles is a poacher hunting on king Erik’s land to his great dismay. And so, he’s captured and gets the choice between losing his life or serving the king for a bit… Dubcon and smut ensues.   “Only Like This” – a little SPN Wincest dub-con fic about hopelessly pining Dean doping Sam just so he can touch and kiss his oblivious little brother. It’s okay. Sam won’t remember when he comes to.   “It’s Only Carnal” – A dark SPN Wincest noncon fic where soulless!Sam needs to blow off some steam. And when it comes to carnal activities his brother isn’t exactly a novice – so why not use Dean’s body to make them both feel good?   “Demonized” – a long and dark af SPN noncon fic written in collaboration with the awesome @palishere. Sam is captured by some nasty demons who use him to lure in his brother. At first it seems the demonic scumbags are just really perverted and have a weakness for sexual torture, but they turn out to have ulterior motives…  

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Yes, always. I think it can be a bit demotivating for a reader to leave a comment and get zero response – and so, they might not bother to comment on the next fic. At least, that’s how I feel personally. And besides, I really want to let readers know that I appreciate them taking the time and effort to actually tell me what they think.  

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Oufff… Seriously? How can I possibly pick just one when 99.8 percent of my fics are not only dark af but have gut-wrenching ambiguous endings as well? I, err… I’m gonna have to think really hard about this one, hold on… *Insert buzzing cicada sound*… Uhh… Well, I guess it might be… “Play or Pay” – a dark female!reader-insert Wincest fic where demon!Dean has you and Sam trapped somewhere underground. Sam ends up being on the receiving end of the demon’s cruelty when he tries to save you. Using Dean’s body the demon ends up raping Sam while the reader tries to escape to get help... There’s a little twist in the end. Loads of dead dove here, including death (not Dean or Sam).     “The Orange Hour” – where undercover inmate!Dean has to rape CO!Sam in order to save both of their lives and get them out of the jail in one piece. It doesn’t go completely as planned. (Comes with an nsfw photo manipulation).  “Demonized” – loads of bottom!Sam torture, full of hurt and absolutely no comfort... It’s just… I dunno, I think I and @palishere had a collective meltdown in the noncon and angst department. Sorrynotsorry.      

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? Nope, I’ve never in my life written a crossover. Usually, I’m too laser-focused on 1 obsession at a time. I can’t multitask, okay?   

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yes, the fandom purity police has visited me on AO3. The usual self-proclaimed know-it-alls vomiting their bullshit all over the comment section about how “problematic” noncon is and how “sick” I must be. I thought about moderating comments for a while, actually – but I just deleted their follow-up comments until they left me alone. 😤

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yes!! Gimme! Usually, I write noncon smut or just good ol’ pwps that feature some sort of dominance. That’s it. That’s my jam. In general, the only smut I don’t write is the cute, fluffy, feel-good, cuddly stuff… My smut’s usually pretty rough and/or some sort of dub/noncon.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. Someone stole “It’s Only Carnal” and posted it as her own on some Portuguese fanfiction site. She even replied to comments, answered questions and talked about how much she loved writing it, etc… Luckily a sweet mutual on Tumblr let me know about it and I reported her for plagiarism. The stolen fic was taken down shortly after and the account deleted. Goddamn thief. 😡  

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. Honestly, I can’t remember which fic(s). But people have contacted me on AO3 and asked for permission to translate my stuff into Chinese. I have - of course - happily allowed them to. It’s such an awesome compliment to get, I think!  

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, 2. “Demonized” and the fluffy Ficfacers prompt fic “The Masks We Wear” starring Sam and Dean taking their pranks a step too far. Basically, the brothers get angry with each other and they need to talk it out… No smut in this one, can you believe it?!! But that was kinda the prompt we received. The prompt was literally: “Sam and fluff”. Anyways, both fics are co-written with the lovely @palishere. You can find her AO3 here. 😊

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? Wincest!!! Definitely. Gimme all the brotherfucking, please. No contest. And coming in on second place I guess there’s Samifer – never paired consensually, though. I just love Lucifer messing with Sam’s head and torturing him in all kinds of cruel ways.    

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Oh, that’s a mean question… I have a noncon WIP where Sam and Dean are in prison. I wrote a whole story outline, gathered my own little dictionary of prison slang, etc… But I never made it past page 10 or something. Sam was supposed to get jumped by a gang of inmates and then Dean was supposed to helplessly watch from the sideline, offering to trade places if they’d just leave his little brother alone… And after that it’s all about a mix of healing and vengeance… But the story has been lying on the shelf for more than a year and I doubt I’ll ever continue it. Oh, wait! I almost forgot – I have a long Cherik WIP sequel to “To Have and to Hold”! Just checked, its wordcount is 18,729! Holy crap…. What a waste, huh? But I honestly don’t think I’ll ever finish it, because I’m not into Cherik anymore. That ship has kinda sunk for me…. So, now I’m hyperfixating on Supernatural, yeah?     

16) What are your writing strengths? Description, I think. I just love details and setting the mood. I like to think I’m pretty good at writing in English too even though it isn’t my native language… I wish to be better and expand my vocabulary but I’m doing okay nonetheless.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? Description, I think. Yes, you read correctly. I often describe things TOO much. Sometimes to the extent where the pacing gets so slowed down that I feel like the scene loses its ‘feel’. I don’t know if it’s just in my head, but that’s my major concern about my writing. That and my signature ambiguous endings, lol.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Love it. It can be difficult to pull off, but if you get it right it can be magical. Just don’t overdo it and make sure that the reader can follow. I don’t think I have any fics online where I do it, but I’m not a complete stranger to it either.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for? Ack, my poor brain trying to go back to when I was friggin’ 13… You know how many years ago that was?! 25!!! Okay!? *Huffs*…. Anyway, I THINK it might’ve been Keanu Reeves’ character in “Johnny Mnemonic”. Or maybe David James Elliott’s character as Harmon Rabb in the early seasons of “JAG”. I dunno. Either way this question makes me feel really old and I don’t appreciate it. Don’t @ me. 😅   

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? That’s probably a tie between “The Orange Hour” and “It’s Only Carnal”. They’ve both got nice pacing and that’s my biggest challenge, I think. Also, I love the whole Morse code thing in “The Orange Hour”. I don’t even know what happened or how I came up with it, but hey, I can surprise myself if I want to, I guess! And of course there’s the smutty noncon and all of the hurt… So, those two fics are my personal faves. 😏  

I’ll tag @jackandthesoulmates, @pinkoptics, @palishere, @wrenseroticlibrary, @decadent-prince, @negans-lucille-tblr, @juinae and @impala-dreamer and everyone else who feels like doing it! Feel free to ignore, of course. 

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

(replying publicly, @faceofboe , in case others are in the same boat)

spoilers below

re: reapers

barely anything happened with them directly. leah and daryl went off to go look for maggie & crew, and they came across an npc dude who had a son and a dying wife. via radio, pope gave orders to kill them, but in the end leah told the guy to take the kid and run, and then couldn't handle putting the woman out of her misery, so daryl did it, and he had a moment of "oh, maybe she isn't in 100% full cult mode, and i can bring her in on this so she can help make them stop trying to kill my friends," but they're radioed to come back home so he gets interrupted

re: killing the reapers

maggie & crew decide to gather a horde whisperer style to go murder all the reapers, and it's great and i hope it works. she and negan have to work together, and negan made her promise that if he helped her she'd stop trying to murder him, and she was like "🙄🙄🙄, fine ig, but you're still a horrible person," and he's like, "yeah ik, i should have killed all of you when i first met you and then i never would have had to address that fact about myself lol, fuck this forced character development, too bad i'm a hot male billed actor so they had to find a reason to keep me around."

(tbf, i don't hate the maggie + negan dynamic, and negan being like "literally whyyy are we still doing this??" after half their group has been slaughtered has been hilarious, but there's only so far they can take it before maggie either "forgives" him, or takes him out with blunt force trauma to the head, and frankly i'm still rooting for the latter)

re: the actual interesting part commonwealth

the wholesome foursome are trying to play nice to make up for breaking the law. princess, zeke, eugene and stephanie are off clearing walkers, up until zeke nearly chokes to death and goes to the doctor at the insistence of princess, who i believe doesn't know he's dying of cancer? right? whatever. he comes back later and gives them lollipops and princess' face was the best thing this season.

where was i?

oh. yeah, while those dudes are doing hard labor, yumiko is doing fancy lawyer things, trying to get her friends free, tho she keeps almost overplaying her hand and it gets her brother randomly arrested, which i didn't understand? but whatever. she sets a meeting with mayor milton, and they're about to meet, exceptttt, through a series of events that any customer service/retail worker can relate to, eugene punches the mayor's prissy son in the face. it was well-deserved, but not great for the cause

smiley video guy, whose name i forget, tells eugene that the only way to free himself from jail, and his friends from walker duty, is by giving up alexandria's location. the cliffhanger leaves off on the implication that he does

(unrelated thought i just had: what the fuck ever happened to oceanside? i literally have no recollection. did they all die and i just completely forgot??)

anyway, that was it. it was a setup episode for the mid-season finale (is that what we're calling it?), so it wasn't super exciting, but it was still better than the worst of s10's episodes, so s11 is still kicking ass imo

as usual, im writing this on my phone half asleep, so sorry if the above is incomprehensible, etc

deuces,

-diz

[the-daily-multi-fandom-post]

Could you write Negan x Reader where Y/n was Shane's wife before he died, and she's like mother to Judith (the kid even calls her mommy). When Judith starts hanging out with Negan, Y/n finds her in the gardens talking to him about how he would fall in love with Y/n if he met her. Y/n joins them arms crossed over her chest with a smile and all of the things Judith said to Negan were true and he starts to fall for her 🥰

Yes! Here it is! I hope you enjoy! Request OPEN!!!! 🖤🖤  I changed it up just a little bit, but it still has everything you asked for!!

⚠️Request open!! ⚠️

Warnings: Shane cheating on reader with Lori, Judith playing match maker, cussing maybe, walkers, rough day.

Shane and (Y/n) Walsh, together before the end of the world. When the world ended the two were still together. (Y/n) never thought anything could get in their way. Nothing did, until she found out he was cheating on her with Lori. 

(Y/n) was heart broken. She cried and then she blamed herself. Thinking she did something wrong for him to cheat on her. She thought maybe he stopped loving her a while ago. But before she told him she knew he was cheating he act as if nothing was wrong. He would tell her he loved her, but his eye spoke a different story every time.

When she found out Lori was pregnant that was the end of the relationship.

She pulled Shane out of the house when she noticed Lori talking to herself about being pregnant. 

“How the fuck could you?!” (Y/n) spat as she jerked him to face her. 

She felt so betrayed. The man she had loved since high school, was the father to someone else’s kid. Not to her child, they didn’t have one. He always claimed they weren’t ready. Or that they didn’t have enough time to take care of one.

“What?” He was confused. He was either playing dumb or he didn’t know. 

“Lori, she’s pregnant with your fucking kid!” She harshly spat, looking at the man she loved. 

“What?” Shane looked at his wife, well ex-wife, confused. 

“She’s pregnant, I just heard her talking to herself.” Shane looked at (y/n) and then towards the house. He went to reach out and touch her, but she jerked away before he could even touch her. 

“Don’t you ever touch me again!” She had tears rolling down her Y/s/t  face as she looked heart broken. 

“We were happy before all of this. Were we not?! We were together for years before the world went to shit! You loved me! You told me you loved me! Was it all a lie?” She was sobbing, he could feel, and see, her heart breaking into a million pieces. 

“Y/n, bab- baby. Please.” 

“No! You don’t get to call me that.” She yelled looking into his brown eyes. He was crying as well, but he was heart broken for another reason. He wasn’t upset because he loved her. He was upset because he got caught. 

“Don’t touch me. Do you ever touch me again. Don’t even talk to me. I ca- can’t do this.” She cried, walking away from the love of her life.

That was years, and years ago. She never did love anyone else. She took care of the small baby, that grew up to be Judith Grimes. Y/n knew that baby wasn’t Ricks. Rick knew that too, but he still was the small girls father.

When Lori was giving birth at the prison she apologized to Y/n. Telling her she was so sorry for everything she had done to her. She asked Y/n to raise the baby as if it was her own. And that she did.

Judith called Y/n, mom. She loved Y/n as if she was her mom. Y/n took care of Judith, she made sure she had food and water. Even if it meant she had to go without food and water for a while.

She made sure when Judith was old enough she could take care of herself. She made sure if she died that Judith could protect herself.

Y/n was a mother to both the grimes kid. But Judith was the only one who called her mom.

As Judith got older in Alexandria y/n taught her home to read and write. She schooled her, sometimes she would let Judith go to the school there in Alexandria, but that was only if she could go with. She was scared something would happen.

After the war with the Saviors, Negan got locked up in the jail of Alexandria. Judith would sneak down to see him every day. Sometimes she wouldn’t go since her mom would invite her to go out on a small run, not to far out of Alexandria.

Judith would tell Negan about her mom, Y/n. She told him all about her. How Y/n saved her from a horde of walkers coming through the prison. How she raised Judith and Carl and sacrificed everything she had for them both. Even how she was threatened and beaten to protect the two grimes children. Y/n was always to the one to protect Judith and Carl. No matter what. On more than a few occasions she was ready to sacrifice herself for them.

One evening the sun was getting low in the evening. Not yet setting, but was getting low. The evening was feeling nicer then the unforgiving summer heat and humidity of Virginia.

Judith was in the garden with Negan just watching him work and telling him all about her mom. Negan was listening the whole time. He enjoyed the company and was okay the kid was his only form of company.

“You would like my mom if you met her. She’s really nice and beautiful.” Judith smiles as she spoke about her mama.

“She’s strong, she took care of me and my older brother Carl for years. Ever since the beginning really. Well Carl from the beginning, I came a couple months later.” The girl giggled as she stared at Negan working.

Negan put the last tomato plant in the ground covering it with water, then looking up at the girl.

“Well, maybe one day I’ll get the chance to meet your mom.” He told her with a soft smile. Judith nodded as she handed the man a cold water. The only reason she was suppose to be there anyway.

Y/n had just came back on a tough run. She got caught in a small horde of walkers. She was alone so she had to take them all by herself.

She was covered in blood. Head to toe. She was so wore out and needed a shower, but needed to find Judith. She thought about going to find the gir first, but decided against it. Thinking she might scare her.

She decided on a quick shower. She put her clothes to the side to wash and got in. She scrubbed the dried crust blood off he body and washed her hair. After the shower she dried off and got dressed. She ran a brush through her (curly/straight/wavey) y/h/c hair. Putting on some boots, she went out her house to find her daughter.

Her first place to look was the school. Judith was always there in the library reading, but she wasn’t there. So then she asked someone and they pointed her to the garden. Thanking them she made her way to the gardens.

“Jude!” Y/n called as she made her way to the gardens. She just wanted to hug her kid and calm her crazy nerves. The day she had made her just want to find her daughter and make sure she was okay.

“Momma, I’m over here!” Judith called as she waved at her mom. Y/n nodded as she walked on the far corner of the garden.

“Jude, I hope you aren’t bothering him.” Y/n told her daughter in earshot.

Negan chuckled as he looked at the woman walking towards them.

He’s seen Y/n before. They’ve never really met, but he’s seen her around.

“She isn’t she’s just giving me some company.” Negan responded with a soft smile.

“Negan, this is my mom, Y/n. Mom, this is Negan.” Judith introduced the two. Y/n smiled looking at Negan before looking at Judith.

After Judith introduced the two y/n hugged Judith. Negan could tell there was something wrong, but he didn’t want to bring it up.

“What is it, mommy?” Judith asks, while Y/n was holding her extra tight.

“Just a rough day is all. Nothing for you to worry about. But I need you to get a shower before supper. So why don’t you go do that. You can talk to Negan tomorrow.” Judith frowned at her mom earning a chuckle from Negan.

“Go on, kid. It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Judith nodded and smiled at her mom.

“I’ll go shower and you two can talk.” She was making a plan.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Negan!” Judith called as she started running out of the garden back home.

“I’m sorry I had to bust in here. I-I was just having a rough day.” Y/n started to explain. Kicking a rock with the toe of her boot.

“I understand,” he started looking into her Y/e/c eyes. Y/n nodded shyly as he spoke.

“She’s told me a lot about you. How you took her in and raised her and Carl. Takes a lot of balls to raise your husbands side chicks kid.”

Y/n nodded, agreeing with him as the two of them walked towards the exit of the garden.

“Yeah, it does. But I honestly don’t know what I would do without those kids. They help me keep going in this life.” Y/n spoke softly watching with a smile, as Judith watches them from a distance.

“Well, from what I can tell everything she said was true. You are a badass woman.” He flirted with his famous smirk.

“Yeah, well I just did what I had to do to keep the kids alive. Whether badass or not.” Y/n explained as Negan shut the gate of the garden.

After a little while if talking Judith came running back. Looking at her mom and Negan with a smile.

“I thought I told you get a shower?” Y/n looked down at Judith as she was shaking with so much excitement.

“Can Negan come eat supper with us? Please?! Please?!” Judith jumped while asking.

“I don’t know, he might have some plans this evening and”

“I don’t have any plans for this evening.” He cut her off, giving Judith a small smile and wink.

“My mom makes the best homemade pizza ever! That’s what we’re having tonight!” Judith smirks as her mom looked over at her with a look she didn’t know what it meant.

“Well, Negan, if you want you can come over and have supper with us.”

“I’d be glad to. I just need to shower before I do.” Negan said with a soft smile. Y/n nodded as Judith held onto her moms hand.

“Well, be at our house in an hour.” Judith said as she grabbed her moms arm.

“Nice meeting you Negan. I guess I’ll see you in an hour.” Y/n spoke with a smile in her voice. She couldn’t lie, she was excited to have such a handsome man come for supper. But she was still kinda nervous. It wasn’t a date. It’s not a date. That’s what she kept telling herself.

Y/n finally got Judith to get a shower and get ready for supper. She was fixing the homemade pizza when there was three knocks at the door. Cleaning her hands off on the towel she went up to answer the door.

She opened the door to see Negan there holding a bouquet of freshly picked flowers from the gardens in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He wore his worn leather jacket, a black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. He was freshly shaved and had his hair combed back away from his face.

“Negan, you look good.” She said, subconsciously looking down to the outfit she had on. Only a baggy t-shirt and ripped jeans.

“Thank you, you look beautiful as always.” He said with a smile. She shyly smiled as she moved a piece of her hair out of her face.

“Come on in.” She invited him in with a smile as she opened the door more.

“Thank you, these are for you. I figured I couldn’t come by empty handed.” He smiled as he handed her the wine and flowers. She smiled softly and took them. Giving him a small smile.

“The pizza is almost done. I hope you like (fav. type of pizza) pizza.” Y/n grabbed a vase putting the flowers in it and then water from the tap.

“Oh, yes ma’am. That’s my favorite kind of pizza.”

“So, have you been in Ricks group since the beginning?”

“Yeah, but I knew Rick before all this stuff happened.” Y/n answered Negans question as she placed the pizza in the oven to bake.

“Oh really?” He asked as he watched her buzz around the kitchen. She pulled two wine glasses from the cabinet and placed them on the counter. Taking a cork screw she opened the wine with a pop!

“Mom, I’m going to dads. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Judith called as she tried to dart out the door quickly.

“What?! Don’t go out that door, Judith Grimes!” She called as she chased after Judith.

“What?” Judith asked as she grabbed the door knob looking up at her mom.

“I’m going to dads. He told me I could and plus Dad, Michonne, RJ, and me are gonna play a couple board games together. Dad told me he was fine with it. So, you two can enjoy your evening together.” Judith said with a smile. She gave her mom a quick hug and kiss. Then winked at Negan before darting out the door. Shutting it behind her as she did.

“Did you know about this?” She looked at Negan confused as she pointed over her shoulder to where her daughter just left out of.

He shrugged hiding a smirk as the door flew open. Almost hitting Y/n.

“Please leave me a slice of pizza.” Then she was gone again.

Well I guess this was a date.

After that Y/n pulled the baked pizza out of the oven. She cut the pizza in served two slices to both her and Negans plate.

“This is so good!” Negan moaned as he ate another piece of the pizza.

“Thanks, it was my moms recipe.” She said with a smile.

“Well, damn, that woman knew what she was doing.”

Y/n chuckled as the two continued to eat. As the night went one they continued to talk, eat, and drink. They didn’t drink enough to get drunk, but they both had a good buzz.

It was getting late when Negan started to leave. Y/n walked him to the door as he did so.

“Well, I had a nice time. Thank you for coming over. We’ll have to do this again.” Negan smiled as he nodded.

“We will, thank you for having me. I had a great time talking.” Y/n nodded as he looked at her lips and then y/e/c eyes.

She knew what he wanted and she replicated the feelings.

He moved in kissing her softly on her lips. It was the first kiss she shared with someone since Shane all those years ago. She felt as if she was on cloud 9! By the time they pulled apart the two were slightly out of breath.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?”

She nodded as she spoke. “Yeah, I’ll see you later.”

And from then on a relationship bloomed between the two. Thank God for Judith playing match maker, am I right? 😉

(7-07-20)

[twdmusicboxmystery]

FTWD 6x14: Mother - Analysis

Okay, how did everyone like the episode? It wasn't one of those hold grails of TD symbolism episodes, but it was still enjoyable to watch.

 ***As always, spoilers for 6x14 abound below. Don’t read until you’ve watched!***

We start out with Teddy in his cell. There are a lot of interesting Easter eggs in this scene. The fact that we see the inside of his cell at all kind of reminded me of best sale in 4x01. I'm not saying there are tons of parallels in the situation, but we didn't see inside the cells of very many people in detail while they were living at the prison. Beth's was one of the most detailed. 

We also see toilet paper (Toilet Paper theme) and we see Teddy writing in journals. Again, it's just a parallel to Beth writing in her journal in 4x01 when Daryl comes to see her.

We see Teddy escape from jail when the apocalypse hits. Then we switch to a school where he is holding Alicia captive. Once again, there are some interesting Easter eggs here. The fact that it's a school at all is important. We saw a school in Coda and around father Gabriel. It's the place where the Termites would camp and eat Bob's leg. We also see a school bus later in the episode.

These are just symbols we’ve seen a lot throughout the series, and they are usually are entangled with Beth symbolism. I noticed there was an American flag on the wall (above left). Not uncommon for school, but it's just reminded me of the American Revolutionary War theme. There is also a random, green tree picture behind Riley at one point (above right).

In the morning, Teddy and Riley come to see Alicia. He says they found a new home after she burned down The Holding. Riley wants to kill her, but Teddy won't let him.

There was also a death row mention here. The last time we heard about death row was in 4a when Glenn mentioned it. It's where they sent the patients who were sick with the virus. So, there's a link between death row, the A theme (because it was cell block A) and people who are sick with a fever and especially need water.

In this scene, we see a red and yellow gas can 

and a black and white truck. 

The school bus brings new recruits, including Dakota. We then learned that she didn't get there coincidentally. She's been looking for Alicia to help her. Teddy immediately likes Dakota when he hears she killed her mother. It will make sense why at the end of the episode. He brings Dakota with them.

He takes Alicia and Dakota out toward the stadium Madison died in. They don’t actually go there, but instead go to a cemetery where they pull the corpse of the woman out of a mausoleum. Again, just some interesting symbols sprinkled around in this part. There's the fact that there in the cemetery at all. And remember that in Dale's speech from S1, he talks about mausoleum of time. He defines time as “a mausoleum of all hope and desire.”

The corpse in the coffin is wearing a deep purple dress. Teddy says it's his mother, but they later revealed this to be a lie. But he tells Alicia near the end that morning glories grew on his mother's grave. Morning glories are also purple.

While in the car, I thought it interesting that Teddy calls Dakota “Sioux.” He says it's because Sioux Falls is favorite place in the Dakotas. Either way, this is a Native American reference and goes along with that theme.

 At this part, he also says, “There are no coincidences. The universe sends us signs. And it’s up to us to interpret them.” Sounds like a spin on, “The signs are all there. You just gotta know how to read them.”

They drive over some nails in the road which were purposely placed, and get flat tires. Then a man named Cole shows up. It's been a long time since I watched seasons 1-3 of Fear, so I couldn't remember exactly who Cole was. But it explains that he and a few others with him used to live in the stadium with the group before Madison died. He seems to be a friend to Alicia and to want to help them. He says he can take them to an auto parts store to look for new tires for the truck.

On the way, Dakota and Teddy talk. They’re instant buddies because they both have the same warped way of thinking. They don’t mind killing people and have no remorse.

When they get to the auto shop, Cole reveals himself as an enemy, and he and his group take Alicia, Teddy and Dakota hostage. Most of Cole’s group just want to take the truck and leave, but he's determined to find out where Teddy's community is so that they can live there and make use of the supplies.

I noticed that at one point, Doug says, "there's got to be a map." We don't actually see a map as Teddy says there isn't one, but anytime a map is mentioned, I always go back to the map Daryl used in 10x18.

Cole tries to get Teddy to talk by threatening the corpse of his mother, but it doesn't work. This is where Teddy reveals that it's not truly his mother. He was trying to make a point to Alicia about how everyone her mother helped was dead and that's why the world needed to die. But meeting Cole, who had clearly sold his soul at some point, just drove home his argument.

Cole puts the three of them on their knees in a lineup, Negan-style, and tries to kill them. But Alicia jumps in a fight ensues as more walkers show up. Eventually everyone is killed and Alicia shoots Cole.

We do get a really interesting symbol here. Alicia puts her arm through the stomach of a blond, female walker, holding a gun with the hand that’s protruding from the walker. And the walker is wearing bright yellow. It’s definitely a Beth walker. And to me, this shows that the “weapon” that will take down this end-of-days plan is Beth.

Then we get perhaps the most blatant parable of the episode. Teddy says to Alicia, "You let go of your past. You aren’t afraid to change." Could there be more Beth centric lines? But the thing is, even though he says the lines, they're not about him. They’re about Alicia. Keep that in mind and I’ll come back to it.

We also find out that Teddy's real mother thought he was disturbed and tried to have him committed. He killed her and buried her in the backyard. Model citizen, right?

He also finally tells Alicia that the key will launch a missile from the submarine in Galveston, which will destroy everything on the outside.

She tries to execute Teddy, but Dakota, who has found a friend in him, defends him. Alicia raises Strand on the walkie and tells him about the submarine before Riley shows up and Teddy's people take her hostage again.

They go to the Franklin Hotel which is apparently their new home. There are several, "Uncle Sam mentions in Teddy's dialogue. Uncle Sam is just a slang term for the USA, so I think this is probably part of the American Revolutionary war theme.

Ultimately, Teddy imprisons Alicia in the basement. The idea here is that he's going to set off the nukes. After he destroys everything, he wants her to rebuild the world.

It was at this part that I understood that Alicia is definitely a Beth proxy here. This actually reaches back to a few episodes ago when she first burned The Holding down. The embalming room was very reminiscent of Grady. Mostly it's because it had medical machines and supplies in it. But it also looked and felt very reminiscent of a room at Grady.

So, Alicia is kind of in a Grady situation with a questionable leader (Dawn, for Beth). And now she's been imprisoned by them with the idea that at some point, she’ll help rebuild the world. 

Sounds like it could be a loose description of Beth's arc. In this part, Teddy says Alicia will be the hope of people in the world needs to be rebuilt.

He even says, "good luck." (Luck Theory).

And given what he said to her earlier about how she left her past behind and was willing to change, clearly Alicia = Beth.

So, that was my main take away from this episode. Alicia's arc is a parallel to Beth’s and we have enough dialogue and parallels to prove it. Meanwhile, they finally admitted to the nuclear thing and we’re heading toward the season finale in just a couple of episodes. It will be a super exciting to see what happens.

What did everyone else think of the episode?

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Some character notes while I’m thinking of them

Trevor Phillips (main world)

Mid-40s, Canadian originally, he lived on the border between the US and Canada for most of his young life, in and out of detention facilities and jail for a while before he eventually wound up in LA, around the time Damien and Jax were vying for power. Trevor is what is known as a Berserker, you wind him up and set him loose and he’ll cause carnage until he either runs out of energy, ammo or someone sedates him.

About 5 years ago he was involved in a home invasion gone wrong (or possibly right, I don’t know if he went in with the intention to kill or not) which resulted in a married couple being killed in their homes. The massacre made public attention because of the trial mostly. The neighbor -thought- she had seen him but he was wearing a mask and it was dark so she could only identify him by his hairline. The only one that COULD have identified him was a 3 year old little girl who only said he was like the Grinch, he gave her a cup and put her back to bed. He was acquitted and disappeared into the less populated areas around Los Angeles where Theresa finds him later for a big job she is planning.

Trevor was a bit of a surrogate father type to Ryki and Rory and has very little empathy for nearly everyone. He is the kind of person you could oddly trust with your child but not necessarily your grandparent. He is a drug addict, but not racist, homophobic, he just has a short fuse and often doesn’t take much to set off.

Trevor Phillips (2nd version, alternate world)

Imagine a world where the EPA, FCC, and most government controls have thrown their hands in the air and said fuck it. The people left behind after a pandemic that wiped out about 2/3 of the population just don’t care anymore. Drug addicts, dealers and criminals all play the same game day to day where if they want it, they take it and the one with the most toys at the end wins. This version of Trevor is psychotic, unhinged and gives absolutely no fucks. He would kill someone for a Klondike bar without even flinching.

Simon Knox (yes, -that- Knox)

Simon is Jericho (Lorelei, John & Ryder’s father), Daryl and Quinten’s (Ford & Matthew’s father) brother, closer in age to Jericho and not that emotionally stable. Simon joined a motorcycle gang in Georgia when he was a teen and Jericho had been a member before he got married and left them, while his brother remained behind in them. When the Outlaws left the state he moved with them, refusing to continue down the same road as countless members of the Knox family had before him. Blood may be thicker than water but it’s just as easy to cross. Simon has met his nieces and nephews but doesn’t spend much time with the family due in part to his open ended sexuality and a very real threat that if he was ever near “uncle Teddy” again, he’d kill the man (he may have been one of his uncle’s victims but he’s not really liberal with that info right now.)

Simon became a member of the Slayers in LA when the gang he had been with at the time was assimilated into the group. Lethal with any weapon, he doesn’t show much empathy or emotion towards anyone but he does hold some people in very high regard and would follow them to hell. Immensely loyal though never to a fault, he’s dangerous if he’s unhinged. Following the death of BP and his wife, Simon is among the ones captured and thrown into an ultimate death match, in order to wheedle out who murdered them. The home had been the site of a berserker’s rage, there’s only a few in the Slayers capable of that level of violence.

When Queenie makes an appearance and Rollo attempts to kill her, as he failed to do the first time, Simon picks up an axe that was on the ground near him and proceeds to…deal with Rollo. Afterward he kneels to Queenie, as she’s BP’s daughter, she’s the defacto leader.

This one doesn’t have a name yet, he’s a member of a rogue motorcycle group run by a Negan type in our Zombie world. Same basic hallmarks exist in his personality from the other three, fiercely loyal and dangerous though more quiet. Negan somehow comes into possession of Mikail, following a Zombie attack on Kristy & Ryki’s small convoy. While he’s not above murdering children to prove a point, this one often stays close to the little boy acting as protector. Negan and his lot are dangerous but are in control of a lot of weapons and food, if they play their cards right, they can either be a great help or worst enemy of Kristy and Ryki’s small group. Considering he uses the same one as Simon, he may be an alt version of him, I’m not that sure

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

Too Smart for Your Own Good: Part 2

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader, (Past and Future) Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, one night stand, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2,129

A/N: Doesn’t have a completed end yet, but just giving you more content to try to get myself out of a writing funk.

Part 1

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“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Your father, Negan, chuckled as you got off the golf cart in front of the trailer you’d be celebrating Christmas in again, like you had for three of the past ten years, at the Los Angeles County State Prison.

“Hi, daddy.” You breathed in relief, grateful to spend any amount of time with the only family member that you could completely trust. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry fucking Christmas to you, too, Princess. Fuck you, give ‘em.” He barked as he pulled the bags of food and your clothes off the back of the cart before you could even think to reach for them. You simply rolled your eyes and grabbed your guitar case before thanking the officer and heading inside the family visit trailer. “So what kinda trouble did you get into this week?”

“Well…” You sighed as you sat down at the small table in the kitchen. “… I went to Cleveland on Saturday and flew back yesterday morning. Pretty sure I got pregnant, too.”

“You fucking what?!” Your dad roared as he slammed a box of Mac and Cheese down on the counter. “Fucking Henry?”

“Henry is not coming back!” You shouted back, defensively. “And does it fucking matter? I made a choice, two choices actually, to sleep with some douche bag and not take Plan B after. It is what it fucking is.”

“So what, you're just gunna throw away your fucking life…” He started as he went back to throwing groceries in the cabinets, angrily. 

“No, I made the choice to not be fucking alone any more!” You interrupted as you looked over at him. You couldn't hide the hurt in your eyes when he turned around to stare at you, shocked that you were actually talking about your emotions.

“Sweetheart…” He breathed as he abandoned his task and came over to sit down in front of you. “You are not fucking alone…”

“I am alone, daddy.” You nearly whispered as you put your feet up on your chair and wrapped your arms around your legs. “Mom’s dead, and you're in here for who knows how much longer. And Henry…” You scoffed and shook your head. “Henry isn't coming back. He loves being some hit shot doc the Army more than he ever loved me. So other than my research, which I've all but abandoned anyways out of sheer boredom, I have nothing. I have no one, daddy. Just the occasional visit from Ashleigh and some of the harlots from the club. Maybe a once a month lunch date with some of the people from UCLA. But that's it. So I made a choice not to get the morning after pill after I stared at the box for over an hour and weighed out the pros and cons. And I would much rather raise a sperm donor baby than be alone in that house anymore.”

“OK.” Negan whispered with a nod as he rested his hand on your bent knee. “OK. I don't fucking like it, but I will get on that train all the fucking same.” Tears welled in your eyes as you rested your cheek on the back of his hand, and you closed your eyes to hide them. “So I'm gunna be a grandpa?”

“Maybe.” You choked the slightest bit as you opened your eyes to look at him again. “It just happened but I know I'm ovulating…”

“Eww fucking gross.” He fake gagged to get you to smile as he pulled his hand free and got up to finish putting groceries away. “I don't wanna hear that shit.”

“That's what you get for raising a daughter with no filter.” You pointed out as you propped your chin between your still bent knees.

“Fucking gross.” He repeated with a laugh. “So the fuck was in Cleveland? This fuckin guy?”

“Ashleigh’s client. He’s a rock rapper that needed someone that could learn music fast and played the guitar well. So Ash landed on me. But dude is a total self absorbed prick. B minus in… well in the broom closet.”

“I'll have Simon kill him.” He said almost 100% seriously.

“You are not going to kill this idiot for being bad at sex.”

“No, I'm gunna fucking kill him for laying a Goddamn hand on my daughter.” He responded with a smile as he balled up the last empty grocery bag and put it in the recycling bin.

“You're an idiot.” You laughed as you grabbed your guitar and got up to sit outside for a while.

“Hey, be nice to your old man.” He huffed as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a pack of matches off the table and followed you out front to enjoy the California sun. “And go easy on me today.”

“Yea fucking right.” You laughed as you sat down on one of the plastic lawn chairs and pulled out your guitar, which took you almost a year of bribery to be able to get it into the jail it now lived in in the first place. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Pain in my Goddamn ass.” He grumbled around his cigarette as he moved his chair out off the shade and pulled off his blue prison issue shirt for as long as he could get away with it. “Alright… rock music from the 70’s.” You nodded at the category and tuned your guitar before picking an easy AC/DC song to start with. Which is pretty much how you always spent your days when you visited your father in prison.

——

Your office hadn’t looked so chaotic since you were working on a regular basis, but as of that morning, every available surface was covered in every single medical textbook, (with a focus on pregnancy and pediatrics) and motherhood book you could get your hands on. The dry erase board that usually had your equations to see if your Milky Way black hole theory was a possibility, had been wiped clean and replaced with columns upon columns of notes, to separate the ridiculous from the actual facts you would need to go through a pregnancy and raise a child.

You were blazing through the ‘Essential Neonatal Textbook’, when your house phone rang, startling you the slightest bit and forcing you to pull your attention away from a long list of the benefits of cord blood. You sighed and snatched up your headset as you set the book down to work through all of the information and pick out the more important bits and pieces to make the best informed decision.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)? I have a Colson Baker here to see you.” Your fingers froze with the cap of the marker in one hand and the marker itself in the other.

“You can let him in.” You sighed as you took a step forward and started a new list under the newborn column in the middle of the board. You heard the line click in your ear and you wrote quickly, trying to get some of the information down so you knew where to pick up when you came back inside. You got a short start and reluctantly forced yourself away from your research  to let your guest in. You started to work out your ideas vocally as you opened up the two gates and watched his purple Lamborghini pull into your driveway. You waited just long enough for him to make it half way to you, before you turned and headed inside to add more to your cord blood list with him following behind you.

“Umm… what the fuck is this?” Kels asked as he looked at the board over your shoulder in shock.

“Did you vaccinate Casie?” You asked as you continued to write.

“You’re fucking pregnant?!” He shouted over you as you capped your marker and set it back down on the easel.

“I am pregnant.” You said evenly as you walked over to find the ‘The Umbilical Cord Blood Controversies in Medical Law’ book to cross reference the former textbook. “Did you vaccinate Casie?”

“Were you gunna fucking tell me?” He shouted as you flipped through the pages, easily reading 20,000 words a minutes despite the distraction of your visitor.

“I was neither planning on telling you, nor keeping it from you.” You said simply. “I want nothing from you, Mr. Baker. I don’t need money, and I don’t need you to step up to be a father. You were a one night stand that I chose to not take Plan B after. My choice, my child, my body, my life.” He looked at you completely lost for words as you set your finished book down and headed back to the white board to add and change notes. “I would like your family medical history, though. I could easily do a diagnostics test and an MSS while I’m pregnant but…”

“Oh, I’m gunna be fucking sick.” He groaned behind you as you finished your idea and turned to move on to the next section. You grabbed the trash can and handed it to him on the way past as you tried to keep your thoughts as straight as possible, relatively unsuccessfully.

“I don’t wanna be alone.” You sighed as you looked over at him for a moment. “And after the way you treated me that night, the way you just used me and threw me away like I didn’t mean a Goddamn thing…” You exhaled through your nose and shook your head as you looked away from him and out the back door to the ocean. 

“I don’t care that you’re not happy here, Mr. Baker. I don’t care if you want to be in this child’s life or not. I don’t care if you see me or this child as a mistake, or what you see us as at all. I just don’t care. What I care about is having a calm, healthy pregnancy, and becoming a mother. And I will not tolerate having someone come into our lives to walk in and out of it because he never wanted us in the first place. Nor will I tolerate someone treating me like I’m worthless trash in front of my child.” Kels didn’t say a single word as you shook your head and turned back around to go back to work. “Stay as long as you want. I have work to do.” 

As Colson sat and thought, you went over to find a book about banking cord blood so you could round out that column. The next column was pros and cons of breastfeeding verses formula, which was a lot more extensive than you originally expected due to the varying opinions on length and benefits, but after reading through seven different books, and writing and erasing conflicting notes, he finally spoke up.

“Breastfeed for a year.” He almost whispered as he watched you work. “That’s what we did with Casie. And yea, we vaccinated her.” You nodded your head as you erased the idea you were writing and stood up to make a note in the vaccines column. “I don’t turn my back on my kids.”

“OK.”

“I’m sorry.” He continued as you capped your marker “It’s no excuse but I was high as fuck and running on adrenaline. I used you and that was shitty as fuck.”

“Yes it was.” You agreed with a nod as you leaned against the front of your desk and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Well I’m fucking sorry.” He said a little harshly. “And I’m sorry for knocking you up.”

“Pregnancy happens, Colson.” You breathed with a shrug of your shoulders. “I’m obviously a little more prepared since I actually made the decision…”

“Yea, that’s a fucking understatement.”

“OK, you can fucking leave and I can file a restraining order.” You snapped. “What’s done is done. I’m pregnant, you’re the father, your kid and my kid have a new sibling. You’re not going to have to pay child support, I’m taking primary custody with open visitations. And no, I am not going to date you. Not now, not ever. You left a sour taste in my mouth and I want nothing to do with you or your crazy lifestyle.”

“You’re just making this super fucking easy, aren’t you?” He asked as he pushed himself out of his chair. “I’m outta here. I’ll get your number from Ash and I’ll be in touch.” You rolled your eyes and gestured toward the door behind him.

“You can see yourself out.”

“Such a fucking bitch.” He muttered as he stormed out the doors and through the atrium to leave. You let out a huff and shook your head as you went back to your research.

“Idiot fucking sperm donor.”

Part 3

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The Losers: Chris Evans, Idris Elba and Zoe Saldana’s Forgotten Superhero Movie

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Even The Losers get lucky sometimes. Before the DCEU was formed to compete against the ever-expanding, cash cow that is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the approach at Warner Bros. was far looser. With the booming business of comic book adaptations in full swing, the studio was throwing money at several eclectic comic book titles like Watchmen and Jonah Hex, trying to stay competitive and seemingly more adult than their rivals. Hence before leaving to create his own superhero project, Hancock, wrier-director Peter Berg started penning an adaptation of DC/Vertigo’s The Losers, bringing in French director Sylvain White to helm the picture.

Produced by Joel Silver, The Losers centered on a team of elite, black-ops Special Forces operatives betrayed by their handler. Director White connected with the material immediately. 

“What appealed to me about The Losers was that it wasn’t the typical superhero-with-superpowers thing,” White told MTV. “It was based on real characters—realistic characters—and based in reality, like a lot of the European graphic novels that I had grown up reading.” The director worked with creators Jock and Andy Diggle to refine the script and lend their expertise with design to give the film a distinct visual palette that changes with new locations.

Frequent Silver collaborator Idris Elba was cast as Captain William Roque, with the cast being rounded out by Jeffrey Dean Morgan, coming off his turn as The Comedian in the studio’s adaptation of Watchmen, Zoe Saldana, fresh off of starring in the highest-grossing film of all-time, Avatar, Chris Evans, still mainly known for playing the Human Torch in Fox’s early Fantastic Four films, and rising actor Columbus Short. While current audiences would go on to become intimately familiar with most of this cast, their names didn’t generate enough buzz in 2010 to get folks into the theater. The Losers only made about $30 million on a $25 million budget.

Of course a tepid response at the box office does not mean that a movie is destined for obscurity. Just recently hitting Netflix and ready to capitalize off its now A-list cast, The Losers is currently the most popular film on the streaming service. Besides the even greater interest in comic book properties, the cast of The Losers have gone on to such success that they revitalized interest in one of DC’s almost-forgotten adaptations. Let’s look at where the cast of The Losers have been since the film’s release in 2010 to explain the sudden spike in love.

Idris Elba

While Elba, a star of British television via Luther, had already made an impression with American audiences by 2010 thanks to 28 Weeks Later, Guy Ritchie’s RocknRolla, and a guest stint on The Office, Elba’s star would rise considerably after his appearance in The Losers. In 2011, Elba would join the MCU as Heimdall in Thor, who’s role in the Thor films would expand as the franchise progressed. Elba would also pop up in prominent roles in blockbusters like Prometheus, Pacific Rim, The Jungle Book, and Star Trek Beyond. Away from blockbusters though he really broke out with a SAG-winning performance in Beasts of No Nations, and starring in fare like Aaron Sorkin’s Molly’s Game.

More recently, Elba stole scenes away from Jason Statham and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson as the villain in Fast & Furious: Hobbs and Shaw. Finally, things have come a bit full circle for Elba, as he’s set to appear in another DC adaptation over 10 years after The Losers, portraying Bloodsport in James Gunn’s The Suicide Squad.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

In 2010, Jeffrey Dean Morgan was probably most well-known for his roles on television in series like Supernatural and Grey’s Anatomy. That all changed after Morgan was cast in an adaptation of the “unfilmable” graphic novel Watchmen as The Comedian. While his time onscreen in the Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons adaptation was minimal, bringing such an iconic comic book character to life earned Morgan a deeper cachet with the Comic-Con crowd. Morgan would work steadily in films like The Possession and the Red Dawn remake, but he arguably made a bigger impact on television portraying yet another iconic comic book character on AMC’s The Walking Dead, Negan.

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Morgan received critical acclaim for his portrayal of the villainous Negan upon his debut, earning the Critics’ Choice Television Award for Best Guest Performer in a Drama Series, MTV Movie and TV Award for Best Villain, and Saturn Award for Best Guest Starring Role on Television. He’s been going steady as Negan since while doing other occasional comic-con friendly projects like Rampage.

Zoe Saldana

Zoe Saldana was on top of the world in 2010, and in the time since, she’s only become more successful. After appearing in the buzzy Star Trek reboot in 2009 and a little film called Avatar, the former Center Stage star would go on to headline her own action film Colombiana. However, that would seem like small potatoes compared to what would come in 2014. Saldana was cast as Gamora in Guardians of the Galaxy, Marvel’s riskiest adaptation to date. Would audiences get onboard with an off-beat space opera featuring C-tier Marvel characters? Turns out, yes. Gamora not only became the heart of the Guardians, but the character would feature prominently in the grand Phase 3 finales Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame.

In the shadow of that, Saldana has starred in more Star Trek sequels, an ill-advised TV remake of Rosemary’s Baby, and as Nina Simone in in Nina, a performance did come under fire for due to the lightness of her skin. Still, Saldana now has leading roles in the two highest grossing films of all-time, and is still expected to star in Guardians and Avatar sequels. Not too shabby.

Chris Evans

Speaking of the MCU, Chris Evans wasn’t floundering in 2010, but he did seem to be stuck in a bit of a rut, typecast as handsome smart alecks prior to The Losers. In fact, his big mainstream break is probably the less than classic spoof comedy, Not Another Teen Movie (2001); afterward he played Johnny Storm in Tim Story’s lukewarm Fantastic Four movies in the mid-2000s; in fact, arguably his most amusing role up to 2010 was when he appeared as a douchebag movie star in Edgar Wright’s genre-bending comedy, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010).

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That said, The Losers found him playing against type as an awkward tech expert. Perhaps his chance to show a different side of himself led to his life-changing role as Steve Rogers in the MCU’s Captain America. Anchoring the Avengers franchise for eight years, Chris Evans rose to the top of the A-list, and used that newfound celebrity to help get passion projects like Bong Joon-ho’s Snowpiercer and Rian Johnson’s Knives Out made. Evans is one of the most popular celebrities on social media right now and looks to continue his profitable relationship with Disney by voicing Buzz Lightyear in the animated origin film, Lightyear. 

Columbus Short

Perhaps the only member of the cast not to launch into the stratosphere after The Losers, Columbus Short has had a few issues that have prevented his rise. Short booked a role on the popular ABC series Scandal, but personal issues derailed his involvement in the show. In 2014, as part of a no-jail plea agreement, Short pled guilty to misdemeanor domestic violence and performed 30 hours of community service. Short also avoided jail by pleading no contest to a felony assault charge after throwing “a running punch” at his in-law during a family gathering at a bar.

In an interview with Access Hollywood Live, Short shared that substance abuse due to the stress of family issues and personal loss had led to his departure from Scandal. However, Short has appeared to move past his personal struggles and can next been seen portraying Martin Luther King Jr. in Remember Me: The Mahalia Jackson Storyand returning as Quadir Richards in True to the Game 3. 

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“The Savior Sessions” Part 1 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: Gene Page/AMC

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: This will be a collection of conversations set before the events of season 9 in which the reader speaks with Negan while in his cell as they recount events and memories from their time in the Apocalypse as well as stories of his own. 

Word Count: 2417

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Open Season” by Josef Salvat

Note: These are going to be smaller stories that I will be updating randomly. Each fic will be a conversation/situation about Negan in his cell in Alexandria. Some maybe very short, others not. I am still working on the other stories, but I wanted to post this as I work on those as well. Thank you for your kind words about my family, I really appreciate it.

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“I just don’t know why you’re asking me to do this, Michonne.” 

You stood across from Alexandria’s head of security in her kitchen. Michonne meticulously cleaned her Katana as you spoke, remaining calm the entire time. When she had asked you to meet her today, you never imagined this would be the reason. 

“Gabriel is worried about his state of mind,” Michonne said, “He thinks somebody should be speaking with him on a regular basis.” 

“Isn’t that already Gabriel’s job?” you asked. “He’s always the one who’s down there.” Michonne sighed, sliding the blade back into its sheath.

“He believes that he can no longer get through to him and that they’ve become too familiar with each other,” Michonne said, placing her sword down and bracing her hands against the kitchen counter, “I also think we can benefit from it and I suppose he can as well.” You frowned. 

“You’re asking me to become Negan’s therapist,” you pointed out. “How is any of that beneficial?”

“Whether we like it or not, Negan did run an entire community unchallenged. He may have insight into this world that we don’t and I have started to think that perhaps keeping him so isolated isn’t doing anyone any good,” Michonne explained. “I am asking you because you don’t have a relationship with him. The two of you never interacted during the war and you made sure to stay out of his line of sight for most of it. You’re not a total stranger, but he doesn’t know you like he knows Gabriel, me, or even Aaron.”

“So, basically, you want someone he can’t push around by pushing their buttons,” you concluded and Michonne grimaced. 

“You were also a teacher, (Y/N),” said Michonne, “that is something you two have in common. Maybe that will get him to open up or at least… God, I don’t know what I want the outcome to be, but Rick wanted Negan to be a symbol for how we can grow as a society. I don’t know if he can ever be redeemed, but if he can even a small amount, then it may start with you.” 

“You pulled out your Rick card,” you said with a sigh, “not fair.” Michonne smiled with a shrug. 

“I knew it would come in handy someday,” she said and you finally gave in. 

“Okay, I will be the big bad wolf’s confidant, but if he tries anything or pisses me off to a degree that makes me want to commit murder, that’s on Gabriel,” you said with a wink and Michonne visibly relaxed. 

“Thank you, (Y/N),” she said, relieved. “I’m going to let you run it the way you want to, but try not to piss him off if you can.” You smiled at her brightly. 

“Oh, you know me, Michonne, something like that is inevitable.”

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When you arrived at the cell an hour later, you dismissed the guard who stood out front. 

If you were going to be talking to Negan to gain insight and trust, you didn’t see the need for a chaperone. As the guard left, you pushed open the heavy door and sealed it behind you. 

“Gabe, if you’re here to give me another life lesson, you can save it. I’m not in the mood,” Negan said in the darkness of his cell. You had never been this close to the man before. You had fought against the Saviors of course, but always at an outpost or in a larger fight. Rick had also used your talents with the sniper rifle and kept you up high most of the time. This whole situation was alien to you and while it was unnerving to be so near to a killer, you didn’t let that stop you from stepping out of the shadows. 

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not Father Gabriel,” you said, dragging a chair from the wall and centering it before the jail cell. Negan, who had been laying on his bed with his back to the door, slowly sat up and turned towards you.

In the cool light of the room, you could see him clearly now. His hair was shorter than the last time you had seen him which was when Rick had dragged him into this cell about five years before. He still had the stubble on his face, but the cocky grin that you had gotten used to seeing through your scope was nowhere to be seen. 

“Have we met?” he asked, tilting his head in curiosity. You shifted slightly in your seat, trying to get comfortable. 

“Not officially,” you told him. “I’m (Y/N).” Recognition dawned on his face then. 

“Yes,” he said, sitting forward on the edge of his cot, “Little Miss Grimes has mentioned you before.” It wasn’t news to you that he spoke to Judith. Most people knew that she visited Negan often. The only person who probably didn’t know was Michonne. Judith had confided in you that she wasn’t scared of the man and that all she wanted was for him to know he wasn’t some kind of wild animal. You now started to realize that her reasoning was exactly why you were here. “So what can I do for you, (Y/N)?”

“I’ve been sent by the overlords of Alexandria to be your new best friend,” you explained, crossing one leg over the other. 

“Is that right?” he asked, leaning forward. “Gabe get too bored with little ole me?” 

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask,” you told him, “but I am here as a favor for Michonne so how about we just accept the new normal?” Negan bowed his head slightly. 

“Well then, what exactly do the big shots upstairs want us to do? Compare breakup stories? Organize a block party?” 

“I see you haven’t lost your wit,” you pointed out, leaning back in your chair.  

“We all have our things, (Y/N),” he said, “I am curious, though,” he went on, “where were you when your people were trying to kill all of mine?” 

“Usually on a rooftop,” you explained, “Grimes always had me up high with the guns.” Negan seemed genuinely thrilled by the thought of that. 

“And you never got me in your cross-hairs and took a shot? Damn, that is incredibly terrifying.”

“I was never ordered to,” you told him. “I was more surveillance than an assassin.” 

“Either way, my men never saw you watchin’ me,” he said and it sounded like a compliment. The way Negan was looking at you reminded you of kids staring at a lion in a zoo. Ironic seeing how he was the one in the cage and not you. Every glance was out of curiosity and you thought you noticed a bit of gratitude in his eyes. Perhaps Michonne and Gabriel were right after all. The man just needed someone to talk to.

“Okay, how about this?” you said, after a moment of silence. He waited for you to continue. “You and I are just gonna talk. You can ask me anything you want and I’ll answer and hopefully, you will return the favor when I want to .” Negan raised a single brow. 

“It’s that simple?” he asked.

“Do you want it to be difficult?” you asked. “I think I could add some really brash and annoying terms to the arrangement if you want."

"You are a very strange person," Negan said.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"As you should," Negan said with a cheeky grin. "However, I am curious about one thing. Don't you hate me?" You mulled over his words for a few seconds before shaking your head.

"Hate, it has caused a lot of problems in this world, but has not solved one yet," you quoted easily. Negan's eyes lit up.

"Morrison?"

"Angelou," you corrected.

"Ah," he said. "Wise woman. So what you're saying is that hating me isn't going to solve anything, am I right?"

"Pretty much," you agreed, crossing your arms.

"But I killed your people," he reminded you. Negan was clearly trying to put you off, but you had expected this. 

"And I killed your people," you said. "Do you hate me?" Negan scoffed, leaning back on his hands as he watched you through the bars.

"You're good," he complimented.

"You didn't answer my question," you said. Negan licked his lips before shaking his head.

"No, I don't hate you. Although, I don't even know you so that could change." This time you let out a quick laugh that was pure instinct at this point.

"Fair enough," you conceded.

"Alright, (Y/N), if you are so inclined to answer questions, answer me this: how did you end up with this merry bunch of survivors?" 

"Simple," you said, "I saved Carl Grimes from a Walker." Negan's face dropped at the mention of the late teenager. You knew about the soft spot Negan had for Carl. It wasn't a mystery, hell, Carl wouldn't have lived long after he attacked the Sanctuary if Negan didn't like him.

"You saved him?" Negan asked, pulling you from your memories.

"Yeah, I met Carl and his mom, Lori, shortly after everything happened," you began, "They, alongside other survivors, were camped at a quarry outside of Atlanta. I was on my own, trying to make it to the coast when I came across their campsite. I was wary of people, of course, but I knew I wouldn't make it far on my own. I stayed around the edge of camp for a while, just gettin' a feel for the people when Carl ran off when Lori wasn't looking. He was running around with another kid from the group." You paused, unsure if you should divulge much more, but Negan was staying entirely focused on your story.

"Carl was with Sophia...Carol's late daughter." Slight surprise entered Negan's eyes, but he remained quiet. You went on, "The two of them got turned around and then Carl being Carl, decided to run off alone without Sophia. He was near me when the Walker came out of the trees and grabbed him. I didn't really think at that moment. I just ran for the kid. I shot the Walker in the head and the next thing I know, I had a crossbow pointed at my back."

"Let me guess, Daryl?" Negan figured. 

"Damn right. Son of a bitch thought I was shooting at the kid, but luckily Carl spoke up and explained. They took me back to their camp and Lori insisted I stay so that's what I did."

"And here you are," Negan said, impressed.

"Here I am."

"That kid was pretty damn special," Negan said fondly. "This world really does take the good ones, don't it?"

"I always think that it would have been easier if a person had killed him instead of a Walker, you know? At least then we would have an enemy." 

"What, you don't think the Walkers are the enemy?" 

"They're just a part of the new world," you explained. "Can't really call them an enemy if they didn't intend to be here in the first place."

Negan was quiet again as your words sank in. In fact, you were surprised that he hadn't spoken over you whenever he got the chance. According to the rest of your friends and family, the man loved to hear himself talk. You stored that new observation away for later.

"In your opinion," Negan said slowly, "what kind of person classifies as an enemy, or rather, just evil?"

"I've seen darkness, Negan," you told him. "We all have and it was before we even heard your name. If you're trying to ask me if I think you’re evil, the answer is no, I don't. Most of us here like myself, Daryl, Michonne, we've all seen what happens when someone has lost all trace of humanity. Seen what they do to other human beings and trust me, those are the evil people of this screwed-up world. You haven't lost your humanity, Negan, and I pray you never will."

Negan leaned his forearms onto his knees, rubbing a calloused hand over his bearded face. Something had clicked inside his head, that much was apparent, but you weren't sure what.

Yet.

"Sounds like you've been through hell," Negan whispered.

"And back," you finished. "Multiple times."

"You gonna tell me that story? About the loss of humanity?" His question wasn't overly eager, instead, it was all curiosity and you were starting to think that was the main characteristic of the man who once called himself the "big bad wolf".

"One day," you nodded. "If you'll let me come back again."

"I get to decide?" he asked, intrigued.

"Yeah, no point in coming down here if you won't talk to me. That would be wasting both of our time."

"Then by all means, (Y/N), feel free to drop by," Negan said, spreading his arms wide in a welcome gesture. You rolled your eyes but nodded.

"If it means anything," you said as you stood from your seat and turned towards the door, "Carl once told me that you were the only person he always trusted to tell him the truth, and coming from him, that's a lot."

Negan looked at you for a long moment before bowing his head. "Thanks for that," he said softly. You gave him a small smile, one more out of understanding than anything. Whether people hated him or not, nobody could deny that he cared about Carl Grimes and that the teen's death had affected him as well.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you told him as you pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the sunlight. Negan didn't call you back as you climbed the steps and began walking home.

You watched as Alexandria spun on, unaware of the emotions that ran deep through you at the moment. Gabriel and Michonne had been right, after all, Negan needed to talk to another human being, but perhaps that was exactly what you needed as well and you had a feeling this was just the beginning of an odd relationship. 

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The Glasswing Butterfly Part 19

Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.

This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

Almost a week later, Chuck goes into heat, which is somewhat of a relief to the couple. Not only does it mean that they won’t have to worry about being surprised by it coming during the fast approaching wedding or honeymoon, but it also means that Chuck’s cycle is finally getting regular. Now, they’ll be able to anticipate with certainty when they will have to take time off to deal with their heat/rut, which is far more convenient than scrambling to get ready at the last minute.

Partway through her heat, they get into the new box of omega condoms that Negan had picked up from the pharmacy beforehand. Even though their raging hormones make their rational brains take a backseat to their instincts, using the condoms correctly is more like muscle memory to them at this point. They always make sure to have one in place before they let their bodies do what they want to do, with no incidents to date. 

If their minds hadn’t been foggy from their heat/rut, however, they would have noticed something was wrong. That realization doesn’t materialize until they start to come out of their cycle, when their upstairs brains start to wake back up.

Negan’s knot goes down enough to, once again, pull out and he lays down beside Chuck with a sigh. Their breaths are labored as the dwindling hormones in their systems make way for fatigue to set in.

“Shit, baby,” Negan breathes out then whistles lowly. “Fuck.”

Chuck giggles airily. “Yup,” she agrees with a lazy smile on her face. 

“You okay?”

She looks over to him, but doesn’t answer. Instead, she lets out a chuckle.

“What?” he asks with his brows furrowed. 

“Whenever you start to come back down from your rut, the first thing you do is ask if I’m alright.”

He scoffs a bit, but pulls her into his side. “I guess I’m just worried that my alpha doesn’t think about that shit. It always feels like he’s got a fuckin’ one track mind.”

She laughs. “He does. But he wouldn’t hurt me. I trust you no matter what. Even if your alpha is in control.”

They stay cuddled up together for a few minutes, taking a much needed breather and basking in the touch of one another. The serenity of the moment is only broken by Chuck’s empty stomach making itself known with a loud growl. Even though she can feel her heat waning, she knows she probably doesn’t have too much time before a final round of cramps hits her. 

Negan knows all this, too, being used to the routine by now. “Let me clean you up. Then I’ll make you some actual fuckin’ food. Instead of those protein bars we’ve been shoving in our faces between fuck sessions. I think we have the time.”

Chuck turns over into her back to go through the practiced motion like she has a million times before, with Negan taking up his role. He kneels between her spread legs and ties off the omega condom to make sure all of the mess inside is properly contained. It’s not until he fully pulls it out that he realizes that something’s wrong. 

“Shit,” he gasps once he realizes that the familiar substance now dripping through his fingers means only one thing. The condom had failed at some point. 

“What?” Chuck asks as she sits up to lean on her elbows. 

Negan is shocked, wide eyed for a moment before he answers. “The goddamned thing ripped.”

“ What ?!” She shoots forward to see what he’s talking about. “What do you mean ‘ ripped ’?”

He holds it out to her so she can see for herself. Sure enough, the one end has a very pronounced hole in it. 

“Oh my god,” she spits out. “Wh- Did- It’s-“ she stutters as her brain short circuits. “Did you put it in wrong?” she finally settles on.

“I don’t fuckin’ think so. I mean, I haven’t put one in wrong before so I don’t know why I fuckin’ would now. And it’s not like it slipped out. There’s a fuckin’ hole .”

“Oh my god, Negan.” She looks at him as she tries to center her thoughts. “Do you think it... you know...”

Despite her vagueness, he figures out what she’s trying to say. “Yeah. My shit got up in there.”

She lets that sink in only a moment before she calls out, “Oh my god. How did this happen? We got a defective one?!”

He thinks on that a second. Sure, it’s possible, but not too likely. Quality control, and all that. Then the memory of everything that happened in the pharmacy several days prior pushes itself to the forefront and Negan gets a very bad feeling about all this. 

“Fuck!” He angrily jumps up to dispose of the condom in the little waste basket near the bed like he has done numerous times over the last few days. As he does, his growing suspicions are all but confirmed as he spies the mess in the bottom of the trash bag. 

“What?” She sits up further, eyes trained on Negan as he stares intently down at the garbage. 

From what he sees in the bag, it’s clear that several of the other condoms they used had also ripped, though he hadn’t had the wherewithal to notice before now. “That motherfucker!” he yells, his mind made up on what surely had happened. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him!”

Chuck recognizes the rage crossing his face, made all the worse by his rut, but she’s not sure where it’s coming from. “What?” she calls out, trying to get his attention. “What’s going on?”

“That fuckin’ pharmacist-“ he drags his hand down his face as he lets out a heavy breath. “The fuckin’ douche bag pharmacist was the one that filled our last goddamn prescription. I didn’t fuckin’ think much about it, but I guaran-fuckin’- tee that he fucked with those.” He throws his finger down to the trash can to indicate what he means. 

Chuck is gobsmacked. Would a pharmacist really do that? “Are you sure?”

“All of them are fuckin’ broke, Chuck,” he bites back. 

“ All of them?!” She jumps out of bed to see for herself. One look confirms Negan is right. Maybe not all of them failed, but a good number did. Certainly all of the new ones. And definitely more than could be considered a random defect. “Oh my god. We’ve been-“ The realization hits her even harder. This isn’t just one accident that maybe, possibly wouldn’t amount to anything. They’ve essentially been having unprotected sex for the duration of her heat. Or at least most of it. “Oh my god.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him.” Negan starts to root around the room for any clothes that he can throw on. But he doesn’t make it too far before Chuck clutches her abdomen as a cramp hits her. 

“Negan,” she hisses at the pain. It’s not as intense as it was earlier in her heat, but it’s still uncomfortable. “You can’t leave me yet.”

“Shit,” he mutters as his anger melts away and his duty to his mate takes priority. “Fuckin’ Christ.”

Without another word, the couple crawls back onto the bed to finish out their cycle, though this time, they don’t bother with the most likely tampered-with prophylactics. They figure what’s the use now anyway.

It’s not until the next day before they’re completely back to their normal selves. Negan still wants to confront the pharmacist, with guns blazing, but Chuck convinces him that would be a bad idea.

“They’d take you to jail,” she explains. “And I really don’t want that.”

“Goddamnit,” he hisses. “I just wanna cave that stupid fucker’s face in.”

“Yeah. I know. I kinda do, too.”

“Then what the fuck do we do?” he responds with his arms outstretched, as if he were asking the universe. “Because I sure as fuck don’t want that prick getting away with this shit.”

Chuck thinks it over for a moment. She can appreciate where Negan is coming from; she feels the same way. But retribution rarely comes cleanly.

“I don’t know.” She picks up her phone and clicks on a familiar contact. “I’m gonna call Michonne. She what she says. Maybe we can get him arrested.”

“Kicking the shit outta him seems like a better idea,” he mutters under his breath.

Thankfully, Michonne picks up and, after Chuck briefly explains the situation, says she can stop by a little later on to discuss things with them. Once midday hits, the familiar sight of Rick’s police car pulling into the driveway leads to a sigh of relief from Chuck. The day had been a tense one and she hopes speaking with Rick and Michonne will help at least a little bit.

Before the guests can even knock, Negan jumps up and swings the door open. He’s been on edge all day, dealing with this in a completely different way than Chuck. While he’s been pacing and muttering angrily to himself about getting back at the pharmacist, she’s been curled up on the couch, biting her nails and trying (but failing) to keep her attention on whatever tv show she has it tuned to. Despite those techniques, it doesn’t stop her mind from repeatedly going over everything, spiking her anxiety.

Neither of them have really talked to each other too much about what happened, either. Negan is too preoccupied with feelings of revenge and retribution to allow himself to drift off into thinking about what this all means for them as a couple. And Chuck is just trying to avoid that subject all together, knowing that she’s close to a panic attack as it is. 

In lieu of a greeting to their neighbors, Negan calls out, “Tell me I can legally beat that motherfucker to a pulp.” 

Michonne, followed by Rick, shakes her head as she enters the living room. “You can’t do that, Negan. Just tell me everything in detail and we can go from there.”

As they all take their seats, Negan starts to explain in his usual colorful way. “The one pharmacist in town is an old timey bigot. He fuckin’ refused to give us our rubbers, saying it was against his goddamn beliefs.” He lets out a huff. “The younger pharmacist would always fill the prescription, so I just avoided the old fuckin’ prick. Anyway, the last time I was there, the douchebag old ass motherfucker had actually filled the prescription and I didn’t really think much about it. But judging from the trash bag of broken condoms upstairs, I’d say the fuckin’ evidence is pretty clear that he fuckin’ poked holes in them or some shit.”

Chuck can’t help but be mortified with all this. Even though she trusts Rick and Michonne, the subject matter still has her face turning beet red.

“Wait. Broken ?” Michonne asks. “So you used them?”

“I was in rut. I didn’t have the mind to fuckin’ inspect them. We didn’t realize shit went south until after...” Negan explains. “I can show you the trash, if you really wanna see my cum leaked out of all of them.”

Michonne raises her hands to stop him, wanting very much not to see that. “No. That’s not necessary.”

“There’s still some unused ones, too,” Chuck adds. “They do have holes in them. We checked.”

Michonne looks to Rick before turning back to Negan. “Honestly... and I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but I don’t think we can do much about this.”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?!” Negan is quick to call out. “We have the fuckin’ evidence, plain as day! So it’s perfectly legal for him to tamper with that shit?!”

“No. It’s not legal. At all. But...” Michonne takes a slow breath. “I just mean that it probably isn’t worth it to take it to court.”

Chuck jumps in before Negan can fly off the handle, knowing that he probably would. “Why not?”

“I know this is tough to hear, but I don’t think the outcome would be in your favor. Rick can arrest the guy, but actually winning in court is another thing. All the other side would have to say was that you were trying to get this pharmacist fired because of his religious view; that you tampered with the condoms yourself. And unless we got a judge sympathetic to alphas and omegas- which are few and far between- they’ll dismiss it. And you’d be on the hook for court fees.”

“You worked your magic getting me off of a goddamn murder charge,” Negan calls out. “I’d think that’d be harder than this shit.”

“That was different,” Michonne says softly. “It was an alpha protecting his omega against another alpha. There’s legal precedent for that. This... there’s actually legal precedent against you. The pharmacist has a right to refuse to fill a prescription. And I’m assuming you made your anger known publicly about that fact at least once. The defense would need just one witness to testify to that and your credibility would go out the window.”

“That’s bullshit !” Negan jumps up and starts to pace the room as his anger rises. “We did nothing wrong! I’m not gonna let that old ass prick fuck with us!”

Rick stands slowly and holds his hands up to Negan, fully aware that even though the alpha isn’t in rut anymore, he can still be dangerous this soon after it. “You need to calm down-“

“Calm down?!” Negan bites back. “You realize how much this guy fucked with our lives, right?” He flings his arm out in Chuck’s direction. “Odds are she’s pregnant. And we aren’t ready for that shit!”

For the first time, one of them had said those specific words out loud, the subject they’ve been glossing over. It makes a silence descend over the room as they take in the weight of it all. Eyes flick around awkwardly, but never focus for too long on either of the occupants of the house for fear of what their reaction might be. 

After a moment, Michonne stands as well, hoping to de-escalate things. “What the pharmacist did was a violation. And highly unethical. In a perfect world, he would be held criminally accountable for everything he’s done. But we’re not in a perfect world. Prejudice exists. Bigotry exists. Unfortunately, cases like this aren’t that rare. And they usually don’t work out for people like you.” She tentatively lays her hand on Negan’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” She looks over to Chuck. “If you really want to pursue it, I will try my best-“

“Don’t bother,” Chuck cuts her off dejectedly. “You’re right. And I don’t want to go through anything public. Not again.”

Negan shoots his mate a look. “What? He needs to fuckin’ pay! We should fight him, tooth and fuckin’ nail!”

“I don’t want to, Negan,” she responds pleadingly. “It’ll go public and everything would start up again if we do this. We still get reporters calling us every once in a while asking about the attack and the true mates stuff. I don’t want people following us like before. They’re just starting to forget about us.”

Negan looks at her for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Fine,” he concedes for Chuck. He knows if he’s selfish in this, she’ll be the one getting hurt in the end. “We can drop it.”

“Can we not tell anyone about this?” she pleads with him. Even though they have nothing to be ashamed about in this, she’s still embarrassed by it. “Especially not my mom. She’ll freak out.”

He nods and lets out a soft “Okay.”

“I am really sorry,” Michonne reiterates. “It’s a tough situation.”

Negan gives both her and Rick a look. “Yeah. Ain’t your fault things are shitty for us.” He lets out a heavy breath. “Thanks for coming over anyway. Even if it was a waste of fuckin’ time.”

Rick nods to his friend then starts to walk to the door to make his exit. “Call if you need anything.”

Negan follows the couple to the door to see them out. After closing the door behind them, he turns to lean his back on it. “Fuck,” he breathes out, trying to make sense of things. He takes a moment to drag his hands own his face before moving back to sit beside Chuck on the couch. “You alright?”

She nods weakly, but doesn’t say a word. Internally, though, she’s freaking out about everything.

Negan sees through her facade easily. “You sure?” he prods.

“We really aren’t ready for this, are we?” she repeats his words, though coming from her mouth, they’re quiet and weak.

He hadn’t even realized that that’s what he had said, but now that she’s said it, too, there’s no denying it. “I... I don’t know,” he answers honestly. It’s now that he realizes that he really hasn’t been paying attention to her in all this, having been wrapped up in his own emotions. He pulls her into his side and gives her a squeeze, hoping that she knows that he’ll be there for her.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she almost whispers.

Her vague words make his heart drop. Does she mean a pregnancy? Or their whole relationship? “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know if I’m gonna be a good mother,” she answers quietly.

He gives a small sigh of relief that she isn’t calling off the wedding. “Of course you will be. Why would you think you wouldn’t be?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never really been around kids. Babies especially.”

“No parents know what the fuck they’re doing until they do. You don’t gotta worry about that shit.”

She looks up to him. “Do you want this, though? Now?”

He thinks a second. Even if he’s not sure if he’s ready, he knows that he’s always wanted children. “Yeah. I guess I do. I’m not fuckin’ happy how it came about, but I’m gonna love the shit outta our kids no matter what.”

Giving him a soft smile, she says, “I guess the universe decided we needed to get started on the baby train sooner rather than later.” She laughs a little, trying to make a joke to lessen the severity of the situation. “Pregnancy freaks me out, though. It’s like Alien. Some living thing all wiggling around in your belly.” She gives a little shrug. “I’ve never been broody.”

“Well, there’s no use freaking out about it right now, I guess. You’re probably not really even knocked up yet. It takes a few fuckin’ days for shit to settle.”

“Yeah.” She scratches at her head, trying to remember her old health class and what she learned about gestation and reproduction. “Should we take a test just to be sure? You know, when it’ll actually show up on a test. In, what, two or three weeks?”

“We’ll be on our honeymoon, baby girl,” he reminds her. 

“Oh, yeah.” She honestly hadn’t even been thinking about that with everything that happened.

“We’ll take one when we get back. Then we’ll call the doc and set shit up. We never did see if there was an omega doctor any closer to us than Dr. Bailey since we fuckin’ moved.”

“I don’t want a different doctor. I like her.”

Negan nods, though he doesn’t bring up that the thought of Chuck’s doctor being an hour’s drive away brings him some anxiety. “Alright. We’ll stay with the doc.”

Chuck nods then lets out a deep breath. “This is really happening...”

“You know what,” he squeezes her close again, “why don’t we just put all this shit out of our minds. Give us a little fuckin’ time to breathe. Focus on the wedding and honeymoon and shit.”

“Yeah.” She turns her head to look at him and gives him a soft smile. “That sounds good.”

 A little over two weeks later, Chuck and Negan wake up to a beautiful, sunny day. Before she even gets the chance to fully open her eyes, Negan pulls her close to his chest and lays a soft kiss on her crown.

“You ready to be my Mrs. today?” he whispers into her ear.

She giggles, though it’s lazy with sleep. “Is that today?” she jokes.

His chest rumbles against her back with a laugh. “Oh, you forgot ?”

“Guess it wasn’t important enough to remember,” she continues the joke.

He pulls her over so she’s underneath him. “I’ll show you important .”

As he leans down to give her a kiss, she takes a quick look at the clock. “Negan-“ she pushes him away. “We don’t have time. My mom’s supposed to be here in a half hour. Which means she’ll probably be here any minute.”

Groaning, he rests his head on her shoulder. “Fine.” He lifts back up to look down at her. “I’ll just have to show you tonight,” he comments with a waggle of his brows.

“I’m sure you will.”

Chuck was right in thinking that Diane would show up early. As soon as the couple walks down the stairs, there’s a knock on the door.

“You guys better be up!” Diane shouts through the door. “We have a lot to do!”

As Negan goes into the kitchen to start the coffee, Chuck rushes over to the door, opening it for her mother. “We’re up,” she responds once she sees her.

Diane walks right in. “You’re not dressed.”

Chuck looks down at her kitty cat night shirt. “We just got up,” she clarifies.

Diane looks around, not seeing the man of the house. “Tell me Negan isn’t naked or something.”

Chuck laughs. “He’s got pajama pants on.” She nods toward the kitchen. “He’s in there. Did you eat breakfast?”

“I had some toast before I left,” Diane answers. “I’m too excited to eat.”

“Negan’ll make us something.” Chuck turns toward the kitchen. “You need to eat. I don’t want you passing out during the ceremony.”

Diane gives her a look. “I’m supposed to be the one doing the mothering, not you.”

Though Diane meant it as a light joke, it causes Chuck to take in a sharp breath, making her choke on her own spit. Even though she and Negan had decided to put the baby talk off until after the honeymoon, it’s still in the back of her mind. 

“You okay, sweetie,” Diane calls out as she pats her daughter on the back.

“Yeah,” she sputters. “I’m just an idiot, swallowed down the wrong hole.”

Thankfully, Diane doesn’t question it and they go into the kitchen to meet Negan, who’s already at the stove.

“Are you making enough for Mom?” Chuck asks.

“I can put a couple more eggs on,” he throws over his shoulder as he breaks an egg over the frying pan.

After breakfast, the trio starts to decorate the backyard for the wedding. Aaron comes around not long after they start to lend a hand as well. It doesn't take too long, but by the end, they’re all happy with how things look. 

They have enough chairs set up for the few guests they have coming, all covered in matching fabric to hide the fact that they’re everyday folding chairs. Crepe paper flowers and candles decorate the two picnic tables that everyone will eat at during the reception and real flower petals are strewn across the ground. It may not be the most lavish setting for a wedding, but it’s perfect for Chuck and Negan.

With that done, it’s time to get dressed. To keep Negan from seeing Chuck early (which Diane insisted upon), he and Aaron head over to Rick’s house while Michonne comes over to lend a hand in getting Chuck ready.

“Oh, I like your dress,” Michonne comments once she sees the garment hanging on Chuck’s bedroom door.

“It’s not exactly a traditional one, but I liked it,” Chuck says with a shrug.

Michonne lifts the knee length skirt up a little, inspecting it. The white tulle under the champagne lace overlay gives it some volume, but it’s not too poofy. “I wouldn’t want one of those princess dresses, either.”

“Are you and Rick thinking about tying the knot?” Diane asks casually as she continues to pin up Chuck’s curls into something that looks more structured than anything she could do herself.

“No plans yet. But we’re happy.” Michonne gives her a dreamy smile, which Diane interprets as meaning that she’s actually thought about marriage at least once before.

After some time and with Chuck mostly dressed, the women are interrupted by the doorbell.

“I’ll run downstairs and get that,” Diane calls out. “It’s probably Dr. Bailey.”

Once she leaves the room, Chuck turns to Michonne. “She’s my omega doctor,” she explains to the beta. “She’s like the only other guest coming,” she says with a laugh then adds, “minus Simon.”

It’s actually the latter that has knocked on the door, as Diane finds out once she opens it. “Oh, hello,” she calls out in surprise as she spies the unfamiliar alpha on the doorstep. Chuck’s description of “tall, with a seventies porno stache” seems a lot more accurate than Diane assumed it would be. “You must be Negan’s friend.”

“Simon,” he provides then gives the beta before him a smile. “You must be Chuck’s mom.” He holds his hand out in a polite gesture. 

She accepts his handshake and can’t help but smile back at him. She’s never been one to look at an alpha twice (in a serious manner, anyway), but she finds herself oddly attracted to this one. “I’m Diane.” Before she can invite the man in, another car pulls up to the curb, drawing her attention.

Simon tears his gaze away from the attractive beta before him and looks over his shoulder to see what she sees. “Another guest?”

“The other guest,” Diane replies with a little laugh. “Excluding Rick’s family who’s helping out, of course. Chuck and Negan didn’t exactly invite a lot of people.”

“So you’re saying I should be flattered I got an invite.” He looks back to Diane with a mischievous smirk.

“I suppose you should,” she throws back easily then moves past Simon to greet Dr. Bailey and her husband. “Dr. Bailey,” she calls out cheerily.

“You can call me Leah outside of the office,” the doctor replies as she walks toward Diane. “And this is my husband Joe.”

“Nice to meet you.” Diane turns back and gestures to the door. “We can go through here to the back yard. The ceremony will start in a little bit. Whenever Negan gets here.”

Over at Rick’s, the men all get dressed for the ceremony. Negan had gotten himself a tailored tuxedo, though he foregoes putting on the tie, opting to leave the first few buttons of his shirt open. The other men there, Rick, Aaron, and Carl, are all sporting more casual outfits, but they’re still appropriately nice for a wedding.

As they wait for the time to go back to Negan’s, they all sit in Rick’s living room, drinking beers (minus Carl, who is playing video games in his room.)

“So,” Rick starts after taking a sip from his bottle, “I’m planning on buying Michonne a ring.”

Negan claps him on the back. “Congrats, man. Provided she actually says yes to your goofy lookin’ ass.”

Aaron jumps in. “Of course she will, Rick. Don’t listen to him.”

“I never do.” He laughs. “But it is weird. Going through this all again, for a second time.”

Negan nods, knowing what he’s talking about. “You never fuckin’ think the first marriage will be the first one until there’s a second. Shit, I never thought I’d do it again.”

Aaron nods at that, though there is a sadness behind it.

As Rick looks at the two men, he realizes that they’ve all had first ones, though his was the only one that ended in divorce. “Shit, guys. I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I didn’t mean to-“

Aaron is quick to shut him down. “No, no. Don’t worry about it. It’s ok.” He gives him a soft smile. “It’s been... nine months since Eric died,” he comments.

“Fuck,” Negan says under his breath. “I can’t believe it’s been that long already.”

“Yeah,” Aaron replies with a nod. “Diane’s been telling me to get back in the dating scene again. I’ve been talking to this guy. But... I don’t know about dating .” He shrugs a shoulder. “Like Diane’s one to talk. She hasn’t been on a date in twenty years.”

Negan points the lip of his bottle to Aaron. “You just gotta do you. If you’re ready to stick your dick in someone else, go for it. If not,” he shrugs, “then don’t.”

“Thanks, Negan,” Aaron says dryly. “Very eloquent.”

“You’re welcome,” he calls back with a wink.

With a slew of stomps coming from the stairs, Carl makes his appearance to the ground floor.

“Jesus Christ, kid,” Negan calls out. “You sound like a herd of goddamn elephants.”

Carl just shrugs with teenage nonchalance, but Rick laughs. “Michonne gets on him all the time for running down the stairs.”

“Shit, I would not want to be on the opposite side of a Michonne lecture,” Negan says genuinely. “She’s fuckin’ intense.”

Carl shrugs again, his teenage overconfidence is unmoved by anything Negan has to say. “Isn’t it time to go, yet.”

Negan looks at his watch. “Yeah, probably.” He gets up and downs the rest of his beer. “Let’s get this shit on the road.”

Negan and his entourage walk the short distance over to Negan’s house and go right to the back yard. They’re met by Diane, the Baileys, and Simon sat around the fire pit having a casual discussion.

“I’m a little surprised to see another alpha here,” Dr. Bailey, or Leah since she’s off the clock, says to Simon.

The man just shrugs. “I can’t say I have a ton of alpha friends.” He turns his head to the arrivals. “Negan’s alright, I guess,” he jokes.

“The fuck you mean ‘alright’?” Negan calls back. “I’m the shit.”

Everyone laughs at Negan’s over-the-top demeanor. Diane isn’t about to let his ego go unchecked though.

“Yeah, yeah,” she jokes as she starts to stand. “So you think.”

Negan doesn’t take it to heart, knowing the woman well enough to see that she’s being lighthearted. “Damn right,” he says with a chuckle.

“Chucky about ready?” Aaron jumps in.

“I was just going to check,” Diane answers already on her way to the door.

Just a few moments later, Diane returns (with Michonne in tow), signaling that everyone should take their seats. Negan and Aaron walk up front to take their positions, everyone waiting  for the bride to make her appearance.

Chuck waits a few moments at the back door, taking a deep breath to settle her nerves. Even though everyone out there is close to her, her innate social anxiety is making itself known by quickening her heart rate.

“Okay,” she breathes out. “Here we go.”

She slides the door open and starts to walk outside, remembering not to walk too quickly like her mother told her. Her eyes instantly travel past the standing guests facing her along the sides and to the man in the middle. 

Once Negan first spies his mate walking toward him, looking beautiful in white, his face breaks out in the biggest grin. “Ho-ly shit ,” he says to himself, his eyes prickling with happy tears. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Chuck giggles at his reaction as she continues down their makeshift aisle, her own tears of joy welling up. Negan was always the most handsome man she’s ever met, but somehow he’s managed to be even more so today.

As she takes her position facing Negan, he grabs one of her hands, holding it gently in his own. “You look gorgeous,” he whispers to her and swipes the tear tracking down her cheek with his free hand.

“Not so bad yourself,” she replies with a chuckle.

With everyone now seated, Aaron takes his place behind the couple. “So,” he clears his throat. “I guess I’m supposed to officiate this thing. I, uh,” he chuckles to himself, “I did some research into the traditional mating ceremony, thinking maybe I should do something like that. But I decided maybe we shouldn’t go in that direction.”

“Thank fuck,” Negan pipes up, causing everyone to laugh. “That shit’ll make everyone want to blow their brains out.”

Aaron chuckles before continuing. “It was beautiful, the ceremony,” he says diplomatically, “but I felt it wasn’t right for you guys. It focuses on the couple coming together, preordained, to make ‘the pack’ stronger. The group is more important than its members, it seems.” He looks to Negan, hoping he hasn’t missed the mark completely with all this. When Negan doesn’t give him that telltale “I’m pissed” look, Aaron figures he’s doing well enough.

So he continues. “I researched regular- beta ,” he corrects himself, “marriage ceremony. But that wasn’t right, either. It’s more about duty to one another. Choosing a person to care for and love for the rest of your days.

“We know you guys have always been a little different. So I’m going to take a little bit from both worlds. I really liked the way the mating ceremony described the wedding ring,” he pauses, “so I blatantly plagiarized it.” Everyone chuckles as he puts his hand in his pocket and produces the two rings Negan had given him earlier. “By their very name, the alpha comes first and the omega, last. But when they come together, they form a ring,” he holds the white gold jewelry up to everyone, “and the start and the end aren’t obvious. But if they were to separate, the ring would lose all integrity. Only when they are one, is when they’re most strong.”

Aaron hand the rings to Chuck and Negan. “We’re skipping over the fact that it’s usually only the alpha that gets the ring, since omegas have their mark. But since this is a combined wedding, you both have rings. And, of course, we’re doing the beta ‘I do’s. So...” He turns to Negan. “Do you vow to love, honor, and cherish Chuck, in sickness and in heath, for all of your days?”

Negan gives his bride a smile and answers, “Fuck yes, I do.” As everyone chuckles at his words, he places the ring on her delicate finger.

“And you, Chuck?” Aaron continues. “Do you vow to love, honor, and cherish Negan, in sickness and in health, for all of your days?”

She looks back to the man in front of her, the man that’s changed her life for the better, the man that’s made her feel things she never felt possible, and responds, “Yes. I do.” Though her words are soft and choked with emotion, they reach everyone’s straining ears.

Aaron clears his throat and wipes his own eye before saying, “by the powers vested to be by... well no one, I guess,” he jokes, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. And true mates,” he adds with a smile then looks at Negan, “You may now... tastefully ,” he stresses, “kiss your bride.”

The couple looks at each other for only a moment before leaning forward and kissing in a perfectly appropriate way. Even though Negan thinks that it would be hilarious to plant a scorching hot kiss on his new wife, he thinks better of it, knowing it would embarrass her in front of her family.

Negan grabs ahold of Chuck’s hand and thrusts it up in the air. “Let’s fuckin’ party!”

The reception isn’t so much a raucous bash, but a summer backyard barbecue. Negan mans the grill, cooking burgers, hot dogs, and chicken. With the small group of people, it doesn’t take too long to fill everyone’s plates. As everyone sits at the picnic tables to eat their dinners, conversation flows easily.

“That was a beautiful ceremony,” Leah comments.

Aaron chuckles. “I’m sure it wasn’t like the weddings you’re used to.”

The doctor shrugs. “I liked it. Short and sweet,” she replies with a smile.

“You did good.” Negan leans over and claps Aaron on the shoulder. “Uncle Aaron,” he tacks on with a smirk.

Aaron shakes his head. “Don’t call me that,” he calls back, not really angry. “You’re older than me.”

“Eh.” Negan shrugs a shoulder. “You know I’m still gonna fuckin’ do it.”

“Yeah, I know,” Aaron resigns. “You like to be difficult,”’ he jokes.

“You have no idea,” Chuck chimes in.

Negan swivels his head to face her. “You regretting this already?” he jests.

“Totally,” Chuck calls back quickly.

Negan just laughs, knowing Chuck’s sense of humor. “You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”

As far as wedding receptions go, it’s fairly mild. After their meal, an impromptu bar is set up on the porch. But instead of the liquor flowing freely, it more trickles. No one in the group is that big of a drinker typically. Chuck, of course, abstains, but that’s not really unusual and doesn’t raise any suspicion. Some mixed drinks are made, but certainly not enough to empty the few bottles that Negan had bought for the occasion. The beer goes better, but no one really over indulges. Simon drinks the most out of everyone, but having owned a bar for years, he can hold his liquor.

Dr. Bailey and her husband are the first to leave, since they have a long drive ahead of them. Then Carl, of course, as the event isn’t suited to keep a teenager’s attention very well. As night falls, everyone else gathers around the fire pit to enjoy the mild weather and the friendly company. 

After several minutes of conversation with Rick, Michonne, and Aaron, Negan nudges Chuck and points to where Simon and Diane are sitting by each other. “They look fuckin’ cozy,” he whispers in her ear.

Chuck turns just in time to see her mother laugh out loud at something Simon had said. “Oh god,” she says as she picks up on what Negan was saying. The pair is sitting close to each other, Simon with his hand resting on the back of Diane’s chair and her with her crossed legs angled toward him. “It’s so weird to see my mom flirting. I kinda hate it.”

“Aw, come on. You don’t want them to get their fuck on in the guest room tonight?”

Chuck whips her head around to glare at her husband. “Why would you say that?!” She lets out a shiver and groans. “Gross.”

“Well, they’re sleeping under our roof tonight so... it could fuckin’ happen.”

“Ugh!” She swats at his chest. “What is wrong with you?! Don’t even joke about that! Scar me for life,” she mutters under her breath.

Once Rick and Michonne leave, Chuck and Negan, along with their extended family of Diane, Aaron, and Simon, head inside to sleep the festivities off. Even though it would have been nice to have the house to themselves for some post marital bliss, it made more sense to have Diane and Aaron sleep over since they are going to drive the happy couple to the airport early in the morning. And since they were already having guests, Negan figured Simon might as well stay and not risk driving home late with more than a few beers in his system. 

When the morning comes, it’s pretty hectic getting everything ready for their honeymoon, but they manage to get to the airport with their luggage and plenty of time to spare. And that means they have a lot of waiting around to do before they board the plane and get in the air. Just as Negan thinks he’ll go out of his mind in boredom, they’re called to their gate. Once they get to cruising altitude, the flight goes smoothly and they get a chance to relax. After an hour layover in California and a few more hours in the air, they get to their resort in Hawaii just in time to get a quick meal and go to bed.

Knowing that they’d be tired from the travel, they leave the first official day of their honeymoon open to just lounge around and let the jet lag wear off. After eating a late breakfast, they don their swimming suits and head out to the private beach owned by their hotel. Hand in hand, they lazily walk the shore.

“I’ve never been to the Pacific Ocean before,” Chuck mentions as she looks off towards the horizon. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah. You did good suggesting Hawaii. I’m liking all this sun and fuckin’ flowers and shit.”

Chuck giggles at him. “I think we made a mistake moving to Alexandria. We shoulda bought a house here. Just a little beach house right on the water.”

“Sounds fuckin’ good to me,” he jokes back. “Let’s quit our jobs and spend all day lounging naked on the fuckin’ beach.”

“Oh god. Now all I can think about is getting a sunburn on my nether bits. That would be horrible.”

Negan laughs. “You’re right. Your pale as fuck ass would burn right up.”

“Hey, you can’t complain about it now. You’re the one that married me.”

“You know I love your pale ass.” He pulls her into side and kisses her head. “You smell like fuckin’ sunscreen.”

She laughs at him. “I bet. I pretty much bathed in it.”

When they get their fill of sun and sand for the day, they go back to their room to relax before dinner. Chuck takes off the sarong covering her bikini and plops down on the bed, throwing her arms out and laying back. Negan kicks off his flip flops and joins her to lay on his side next to her.

“So where are we gonna eat?” Chuck asks, not moving her gaze from the ceiling.

“What do you want?” Negan moves his hand to her bare stomach and rubs it in a circular motion.

Chuck looks down at his hand on her tummy and suddenly she’s not thinking about dinner anymore. After they had decided not to confirm their pregnancy suspicions with a test until after the honeymoon, they hadn’t really talked about having children. Both of them seemed to choose to keep their attention on their nuptials instead of discussing that heavy topic.

Negan senses the change in mood between them and once he sees her gaze on his hand, he realizes why. “So...” He clears his throat and moves to sit up on the edge of the bed.

Chuck sits up as well, then giggles awkwardly. “Sorry. I guess my mind wandered.”

“It’s alright. I guess I’ve been fuckin’ thinking about it, too. I mean, shit. How can I not?”

She mutters a “yeah,” as she keeps her gaze on her own hands in her lap.

“You feel alright,” he looks at her, “right?”

“Yeah. I feel fine. Normal, really.”

“That’s good.” 

She finally turns her head in his direction. “You’ve really been thinking about it?” she asks, referring to what he said just a moment ago.

He nods. “Maybe I’ve been a dick for not talking more-“

“No,” she cuts him off. “I wasn’t talking about it either. I just didn’t-“ She pauses, not knowing how to really finish the sentence.

In truth, she’s spent a lot of time thinking about what it would mean to be pregnant, to bring a child into this world. At first, she was terrified. That’s part of the reason she didn’t seek Negan out for discussion. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him or think that he wouldn’t do everything in his power to be a good father, it was simply that she was unsure in herself. Then, the more they went on ignoring it, the more worried she got that maybe Negan really wasn’t ready for this monumental change. 

But the fact of the matter is, Negan was having the same exact thought process as her. He was questioning wether or not he’d be a good father and he didn’t want to voice that to his mate. Then, when she seemed to gloss over her possible pregnancy, he didn’t want to push the subject.

Separately, though, they both eventually came to the same conclusion. Despite their fears of inadequacy, despite the way this all came about, they both are absolutely excited at the prospect of starting a family. Now, they just have to tell each other that.

“You didn’t what?” Negan asks, hoping the rest of her thought won’t be something that he doesn’t want to hear.

She looks in his eyes and decides to tell him the truth. “I’m...” she gives him a tentative smile, “I didn’t want to force you into this. But... I’m kind of... really looking forward to having a kid.”

Negan lets out a huff of breath in relief that turns into a laugh. “Fuck, I’m so glad to hear you say that.”

“What?” She chuckles back.

“I wasn’t fuckin’ sure if you even really wanted it. And I was scared as fuck to tell you that I really fuckin’ want it. You don’t have to fuckin’ worry about forcing me into shit.”

“You’re sure?” she asks, relief tinting her tone.

“Shit, yeah. I mean, I’m still a little anxious about it. But it’s fuckin’ funny. I was excited for all this,” he gestures around them, “honeymoon shit, but I’m even more fuckin’ excited to get you home so you can piss on that test and show that plus sign.”

She laughs at him, her whole face lighting up with the motion. “I’m excited about that, too,” she admits through chuckles. “What a weird thing to be excited about. Peeing on a stick.”

The rest of their honeymoon goes quickly. They hit up some of the tourist things, glass bottom boat trip around the coast, a helicopter tour of the island, hot rock massages at the spa. They made sure not to load up their schedules too much, leaving enough time to lounge on the beach and, of course, enough time in the bedroom.

With phones full of pictures and skin a little bit darker, (For Negan, a nice tan. For Chuck, more freckles) they head back home. Unfortunately due to delays at the airport, they get back to their house much later than they wanted to. So the trip to the drugstore has to wait until the next day.

Bright and early the following morning, the newlywed couple heads to the nearest Walmart, avoiding their old pharmacy for obvious reasons. After looking over the pregnancy test options in the feminine hygiene aisle, they pick two different ones and head home. The car ride isn’t a long one, but it seems like forever before they make it back to their house and upstairs to the master bath.

“So I gotta pee on this end for five seconds,” Chuck says aloud as she reads the instruction paper in her left hand. In her right, she holds the test.

Negan looks up from the packet he’s reading, much in the same way. “This one says the same thing.”

“Should I do them both at once or one at a time?”

“Might as well piss on both of ‘em. We already know what the result’s gonna fuckin’ be. I don’t even know why you wanted to buy two.”

Chuck shrugs. “I don’t know. Just to be sure. What if I didn’t do one right? Or we got a messed up test?”

Negan shrugs back and hands her the test he has. “Get going then.”

With a giggle, she accepts the proffered item to join the similar one already in her hand and takes them both to the toilet. It’s a bit awkward to pee on the specific strip (especially with Negan watching), but in just a few moments, the deed is done.

As they sit down on the floor, their backs leaning on the counter, they wait for the five minutes to be over. After some contemplative silence, Negan asks casually, “You think it’s twins? Triplets?”

“God,” Chuck breathes out with a chuckle. “I don’t think I want more than twins. Even that sounds daunting.”

“With you in heat and me in rut, I’d be surprised if you push out just one fuckin’ rugrat.”

“Is it that uncommon?” she looks over to him to ask, then a thought occurs to her. “You’re an only child.”

“I wasn’t,” he answers, sadness tingeing his words. “I was a twin, but there were fuckin’ complications at birth. My sister didn’t survive,” he takes a deep breath, “and my mom could never get pregnant again. That’s part of the reason my father was such a goddamn bastard to her my whole life.” He shakes his head and his voice turns bitter. “She couldn’t ‘do what she was made to do’ he’d fuckin’ say.” He shrugs. “I probably got half brothers and sisters all over, though. My dad couldn’t be fuckin’ faithful if his life depended on it.”

“I’m sorry,” Chuck says genuinely and he looks to her, “...that your childhood kinda sucked.”

“It’s alright.” He wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her into him. “It’s the fuckin’ past. And I don’t wanna fuckin’ think about that sad shit now. Not when I’m about to get confirmation that I’m gonna be a daddy.”

Chuck’s phone chimes, signally that five minutes has past and the couple look to each other.

Negan stands quickly, holding his hand out to help Chuck stand. “Lets look at that plus sign.”

They both lean over the counter, their eyes trained on the two plastic tests sitting face down. Chuck flips the first one and looks to the indicator window for the plus sign. But a single line is all she sees.

Her brows furrow as confusion sets in. She quickly flips the other test and is met by another single line. Flipping her gaze between the two tests, she says to herself, “I don’t understand.”

When she finally looks up to Negan, who has been uncharacteristically quiet, she sees that his face is twisted in an unpleasant emotion. Was it anger? No. It’s more like... fear.

“What?” she instantly asks.

He stares at her a moment, his breathing fast and shallow, his eyes flicking around wildly.

“What?!” she insists.

“Get your fuckin’ shoes on. We’re leaving.” He turns and stomps out of the bathroom, leaving no room for argument.

Chuck follows after him with quick steps, all the while asking him what’s wrong. He doesn’t answer, though, his mind a singular focus on getting to the door.

“Negan, please. Just tell me what’s going on,” she pleads again as her husband finally pauses his momentum to toe on his shoes by the door to the garage.

“Just get your fuckin’ shoes on, Chuck. Goddamnit.” He picks up her shoes and tosses them to her.

“Stop!” she cries out, tears now pooling in her eyes.

Negan finally looks at her fully and takes a deep breath to calm his racing heart. “Lucille couldn’t get pregnant and we we’re too fuckin’ caught up in other shit to think something was wrong. We tried for fuckin’ months. Then when we finally decided to go to the doctor...” his voice hitches a bit, “That’s when they found the fuckin’ cancer. And it was too goddamn late.”

Chuck looks at him with wide eyes. “Oh my god, Negan. You think I have cancer ?!”

“Just get your shoes on and I’ll take you to the doc. Please, Chuck. Please .”

She stares at him a moment longer before moving. With her mind reeling, she hastily slips on her shoes and follows Negan out to the car. All she can think about is that just when she thought she’d got everything she’d ever wanted, it could all be ripped from her. 

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