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Naughty or Nice - Chapter 2

Summary: After coming down from the high of his night together with Y/N, Negan has to face the realities of his home life. Things grow complicated when he can't get his mind off his boss and their intimate moment together.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC) and some other characters from TWD.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464518/chapters/130435768

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, angst, smut, etc.

Notes: There are some people from The Walking Dead that will start showing up in this story along the way even though it's an alternate universe story. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this.

Having sex at work was not something Negan ever expected to have happen. No one had ever interested him enough for that. Hell, he was too professional for that. Well, at least he thought he was. What happened tonight was a shock for both him and Y/N. After what they did, they cleaned up her office, sent off the work and were quick to head out. Once they agreed to see where things could go, they were both quiet. Possibly unsure about what happened. But Negan knew how he felt.

“What’s wrong?” Negan gazed over at Y/N from where he was standing across from her in the elevator after they got a notice from a driver that they were parked out front of the building. Her face was flushed over, her eyes looking worried while he kept his hands pushed into his pockets. Between the two of them in that elevator, you could tell that they were disheveled. But they were leaving after a Christmas party that night, so if they ran into anyone, he was hoping they would assume that was why. Although, he didn’t regret it. Not one bit.

“Do you think we cleaned everything good enough? You don’t think they will know, do you?” she wondered causing a smirk to tug at Negan’s lips. Looking toward the camera that was in the elevator, Negan cleared his throat and adjusted his positioning in the corner of the elevator. “I’m serious Negan. We kind of made a mess and…”

“I’m sure that everything will be fine. Also, people shouldn’t be going into your office while you’re gone,” Negan assured her with a wink hearing the nervousness in her tone. “It’s not like we left my cum covering the desk or the couch. Any mess we made, we cleaned it up with the tissues. I don’t expect a janitor to come in and inspect the tissues that are in your garbage checking to see if it’s my dried up cum on them.”

“Negan,” she scoffed looking toward the camera that was in the elevator, but all he gave in return was a shameless shrug.

“I’m just saying Y/N, we cleaned everything up. My cum was wiped up and the other stuff…” Negan’s eyes flashed over with a naughty expression that almost took her breath away with it. “That will dry up. Trust me, no one is ever going to know about our sex or how many times I made you squirt by morning.”

“You have no filtering system,” she pointed toward the camera, her cheeks turning redder if that was possible. “They can probably hear you.”

“We’re not the first people to have sex in an office building Y/N. They’ve probably had people have sex in here for fuck’s sake. And I doubt they listen back on all of the videos from all day long. We’re just two people standing in an elevator after a Christmas party,” Negan reasoned with her, pulling one of his hands out to wave it about in the air. “Sure, we had sex, but it’s not like our boss is going to know. And if he does? So fucking what? I’m sure Dwight and Sherry have done it somewhere in this building. Probably even the big boss and his wife too. People get promiscuous and horny. That shit happens.”

“You’re talking about it like it’s not a big deal,” she replied back fanning herself trying to hide the warmth that was flooding into her face. “What we did…”

“Was fucking amazing. We enjoyed ourselves and we cleaned it up. No one is going to know,” Negan hushed her with a devious smile, his eyes wrinkling with amusement that she was so worried. “We got our work done, our client is going to be happy and everything is going to be okay. I promise you that.”

Once the elevator dinged, he held his right hand out and motioned for her to leave the elevator first. “After you, Boss.”

“You just want to stare at my ass,” she pushed into the center of his chest having him stumbling back, a thick rumble of laughter falling from his throat. Moving off the elevator, she yelped when Negan moved behind her to pinch her ass. Swatting his hand away had his raspy laugh filling the empty building that only had a security guard inside of it. It was actually good that Negan was with her because her legs still felt weak from everything they had gone through.

A cool burst of air caused an immediate chill once she finally stepped outside. The sensation almost knocked her off her feet. It was an instantaneous reaction from the snow that was still falling around them. The sensation of Negan’s hand settling at the small of her back made her take in a sharp breath as he led her toward the car that was waiting. Going to reach for the door, she was halted by Negan who opened the door for her holding his hand out to help her into the car. Accepting his hand, she was somewhat in awe by the chivalry that he was displaying for her as he helped her in. Once she was comfortable, Negan slid into the car beside her and got himself situated after closing the door behind him.

The driver confirmed that they were ready and Negan knew that he had put in her address first so that way she got home safe just like he promised. Heat flooded into the car, but she still had a chill flooding her body from the freezing temperatures outside.

“You okay?” Negan questioned, his eyebrow arching when he stared out at her. Noticing that she was tremoring, Negan adjusted in the seat that he was in and pulled his jacket from his body to cover her with it. The small gesture was enough to have her swooning as he slid in closer to her rubbing his hands over her shoulders to keep her warm. “Any better?”

“I think I would have been better if I had my panties,” she whispered what she thought was low enough for only him to hear. It made Negan snicker and he leaned in to nuzzle his nose in against hers. “I know you snatched them.”

“It will be something to keep me satisfied until we get back,” Negan slurred, dragging his tongue out over his bottom lip. The warmth of his breath lingered over her lips and it made her tremor against him. A shuddering breath escaped her when he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Even though we cleaned you up, you have no idea how fucking hot it makes me knowing that my cum is still inside of you.”

“Negan,” she hushed him, her cheeks flushing over with a warmth. Pressing her hand in over the center of Negan’s chest, she heard the amused rumble fall from him and she couldn’t believe that he said that. “You’re naughty.”

“I am,” Negan agreed with her, giving her a wink while keeping a small distance between them. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he drew her to him so that she could stay warm with him close to her. Hovering his lips in over her jawline, Negan’s eyelids were heavy with lust again and she knew that having him close to her like this had her pulse jumping in her throat. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the next few weeks when you are on my mind. Your tight…” Negan’s words vibrated against her flesh when he started drawing his bottom lip over her jawline and toward her neck, “Wet…pussy. It’s all I’m going to be dreaming about.”

“Negan,” she gasped out when the roughness of his fingertips dragged across the inside of her thigh. Lifting her gaze, she could see that the driver stole a few looks back at them every so often with her and Negan being so touchy. Gradually, Negan’s motions turned into naughty kisses that were being peppered against the side of her neck. “He’s watching.”

“There is nothing to see,” Negan noted, his lips sweeping in over hers taking her breath away with the motion. Instead of pulling away like she should have, she allowed him to kiss her like that knowing that she didn’t want to leave him tonight. Laying with him on the couch naked would have been a great way to spend her night, but she knew that she couldn’t do that. Her fiancé was waiting for her and Negan’s kids were certainly waiting for him at home. They were both leaving for the holiday and she knew better to fall into a forbidden romance with her co-worker. “You have my jacket over your lap.”

Closing her eyes shut tightly, she felt Negan’s palm flattening out over her thigh before pushing up under the skirt of her dress. With Negan’s fingers dancing across her heated flesh, she fought so hard to keep herself from crying out.

“I’m so glad we opened up with one another tonight,” Negan nibbled at her bottom lip, tugging faintly on it when his index finger traced a line up over the length of her sex beneath the jacket he covered her with. Repeating the motion several times, he flicked his tongue at the inside of her bottom lip and she turned her head toward him to bring their lips together with a wet sound. Humming against her lips had her moaning faintly and he smiled sheepishly. Urging her thighs further apart, Negan took advantage of the moment and slid one of his fingers into her welcoming sex. Burying her head against his shoulder after she dropped it down, she tried to keep herself silent. Unhurriedly, he thrust his finger into her, his hazel eyes locked on her emotions while he did it. There was a hope that the driver would have just thought they were making out with one another, but she wasn’t very good at hiding with how he was making her feel. Sure, he was trying to hide it, but if someone was smart enough, they would know what was happening.

“Me too,” she agreed with him, licking her lips and panting when Negan bit at her jawline. Back when they were at the office, she was able to tell that Negan had left some marks on her that she would have to hide over her vacation. It was something she should have been furious about. But strangely? She wasn’t. “People would look down on us for what happened tonight. Especially me.”

“Mmm…I don’t care,” Negan growled, his kisses leading to her lips. It was passionate and drew both of them to cling to one another while Negan’s finger continued to pump into her with determination.

“I’m your boss,” she reminded him with a hum, her eyes slamming shut when Negan added another finger to add to the pleasure of what he was doing beneath his jacket.

“Yes, you are,” Negan snickered, groaning out with the way she was kissing at his bottom lip. “My talented, beautiful, incredibly sexy boss.”

Reaching down, she grasped tightly to his arm when she felt a warmth building up inside of her body. More than anything she wanted to rock her hips against the motions of his fingers, but she knew that she couldn’t. Negan was having fun with this and she knew that. At this point, she didn’t even know where they were. They could have been driving in the completely wrong direction and she would have never known.

“Negan,” she panted his name, hating that she wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding the pleasure he was giving her while he fingered her in the back of this stranger’s car. Desperately clinging to him, she made sure that he was close when she felt her hips shaking against his movements. Immediately Negan picked up on her body’s response to him and his fingers pumped away inside of her hoping to get her to another orgasm. Once she did, she bit at his bottom lip hoping to silence her cries and Negan growled against her flesh. Tearing her lips away from his, she rest her head against the side of his neck. Trying to get her body to calm down was going to be hard. Between her body’s tremors and her breathing, she had no idea how she was going to walk into the apartment that she shared with her fiancé and pretend that she was okay. Gasping out, she felt Negan’s fingers pulling from her. Noticing that Negan brought his fingers to his lips had a breath catch in her throat and she found her heart hammering inside of her chest. Negan took his fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the taste of her over them. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Mmmm…that would be terrible,” Negan hummed, his eyelashes fluttering before she grabbed a firm hold of his hair to bring him to her so they could kiss. Each kiss was passionate feeding off the energy they were getting from each other. It was so intense that by the time that the car stopped neither one of them really noticed. It took the driver clearing his throat for them to realize that they were there. Finally Negan was the one to pull his lips from hers letting out a disappointed sigh. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you.”

“You have to,” she placed her hand over the center of his chest realizing how dangerous it was for them to be this close inside of the car in front of her home that she shared with her fiancé. Tapping him on the chest, she pressed one more faint kiss over his lips. “Goodnight Negan.”

“Goodnight,” Negan frowned when she pulled away from him, handing him over his jacket when she managed to get out of the car on her shaken legs. Watching her closely, Negan felt his chest tightening when he watched her walk up toward the door of the building she lived in. After she disappeared into the building, Negan cussed to himself and pinched the bridge of his nose.

On the way to his home, Negan noticed that he looked at his phone more times that he cared to admit. Y/N had just left him. Why would she text him? It drove him crazy to know that he was already hooked on this woman. Sure, he had always found her appealing, but after tonight he felt like they connected in a way that was too strong for either of them to be able to deny.

Swiping his finger across the top of the screen, he sighed loudly and knew that he had to get it together. He was going home to his children and he would have to quickly fill into the role of dad. Focusing on his surroundings while in the back of the car, Negan knew that he found so much awe in the city. He loved it and it was even more beautiful when it would snow.

“We’re here,” the driver announced when he pulled up to the apartment building where Negan lived. Staring up at the building, Negan knew that his wild night of pleasure would have to be soon forgotten. Closing his eyes, he let that memory of Y/N burn into his memory before sitting forward. Lifting his hips up, Negan pulled out his wallet. Counting out money, he slid forward enough to hold it out for the driver. “What’s this?”

“You know what this is for,” Negan muttered and it took a minute for the driver to think things over before accepting the money. “Thanks for the ride.”

“No, thank you Mr. Smith,” the man gave Negan a nod when Negan got out of the car. Getting his jacket on, Negan stared up at the building and then moved into it. His walk to the elevator was slow, but when he got on the elevator, he couldn’t help but think about Y/N. The memory of her lingered in his mind when they were on the elevator tonight. He didn’t want to forget about what happened tonight. It was too perfect for him to do that.

It seemed the elevator was taking longer than normal to get to the floor his apartment was on. It gave him the time to reflect on his memories from tonight and he sighed. With a ding, the doors opened and he stepped out onto the floor hearing the sounds of the television in the background. Tipping his head to the side, Negan rounded the corner of the hallway to see that his son was stretched out across the couch.

“Beau?” Negan called out and his son’s head dropped back to look back over at Negan. A tired smirk tugged at his son’s young features and Negan pushed his hands into his pockets. In Beau’s hazel eyes he could see that his son was tired so he was surprised to see him still up so late into the night. When Negan got home, he pictured he would be coming home to a dark apartment. “What are you doing up? We have a big day tomorrow.”

Stepping toward the couch, Negan gasped when his daughter hopped up on the couch to her feet. Amusement flooded her young features when Negan jumped, not expecting her to be there. Giggles fell from her throat, her dimples sinking in and her green eyes glowing with happiness. Hopping over the back of the couch, his daughter jumped into his arms. Catching her, he pulled her in closer to his chest and stroked his fingers through her dirty blonde hair, pressing a kiss over her forehead. Laughing, he squeezed her close to him and found joy that his kids were still happy to have him home. “We were watching Christmas movies daddy!”

“Oh?” Negan peppered kisses against the side of his daughter’s face an amused rumble falling from Negan’s throat. “Erin, it is way past your bedtime baby girl. I don’t even know how you are still awake. I’m barely able to keep my eyes open right now.”

“I have an answer for that one,” Beau noted, pointing back toward the kitchen. Beau’s dimples sank in and Erin’s head buried against the side of his neck while she laughed. “Lots and lots of cookies. We baked this evening and she took down quite a few on her own. And it probably didn’t help that they were sugar cookies.”

“Why’d you let her eat so many?” Negan moved around the couch to glance down at Beau who simply stared up at Negan with an amused expression. Beau shrugged, his dimples showing that he was being silly in not getting up from the couch. With his free hand, Negan waved his son to stand up. “Don’t give me that look. Get up here you little shit.”

Snickering, Beau got up from the couch to move forward to give his father a hug and Negan placed a kiss on the top of his son’s head. Messing Beau’s dark hair up had his son laughing, “You always hug me when I come home. Don’t get too old for that shit on me.”

“I’ll never be too old for that,” Beau muttered into his father’s shoulder, squeezing his arms around Negan’s waist. “I just wanted to see how long it took to upset you.”

“You’re a dick,” Negan snickered hearing the gasp that Erin gave when she leaned back to stare up at her father from where she was in his other arm. “Don’t repeat what I said.”

“What kind of dad are you?” Beau jokingly shoved into Negan’s chest causing Negan to snort, his laugh growing with the playful banter that him and his son were having together. “You’re lucky that I love you so much.”

“That’s actually true,” Negan alerted his son, hooking his fingers around the back of his son’s head to bring him forward to place another kiss on his forehead. “I’m lucky to have you buddy. Don’t forget that. And I look forward to those hugs. It’s my favorite thing about coming home.”

“Good,” Erin piped in, cuddling in closer to Negan’s chest from where he was holding onto her. “Because we miss you when you are gone.”

“We have some pizza and cookies waiting for you in the kitchen,” Beau pointed toward the area that the kitchen was in and it made Negan sigh. “We also got this new peppermint hot chocolate that’s actually surprisingly good. I’ve had a few myself tonight.”

“You two made cookies on your own? Where did you get the hot chocolate?” Negan inquired only to hear the sound of a door opening and he looked back over his shoulder to let out a tense sound when he saw his girlfriend was there. When her green eyes connected with his, a big, happy smile spread out over her features. Seeing her made Negan’s heart race. She wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow. “Hey Maggie. What are you doing here?”

“Not the response I thought I would get,” Maggie moved across the room, stepping before him and he used his free arm to wrap it around her to give her a one-armed hug. Originally, he was happy that he was going to have time to chill out. He could only imagine how he may have tasted and smelled of Y/N. Tonight he should have been able to get a shower in, a rest and then start over completely new in the morning with her when she came over. When she pulled back, she pressed a quick kiss over Negan’s lips and he hoped that she didn’t notice anything different. “I decided instead of waiting until tomorrow I would pack today and just come over so we could all leave together in the morning. I knew the kids would be alone tonight because of your party so we hung out. I brought some food and we had some bonding time.”

“All night long,” Beau dragged out his words and it was clear there was sarcasm in his tone. Nudging his son softly with his shoulder, Negan knew that Beau wasn’t the biggest fan of Maggie and he made that clear. Thankfully, Maggie just always thought Beau was a jokester and never really picked up on the fact that his son didn’t like her all that much. “Maggie brought pizza, insisted we make cookies together and then wanted us to have a sleep over with a night full of movies.”

“And I think we had fun, right?” Maggie confirmed with Beau, moving out to squeeze over his shoulder firmly. Holding her arms out for Erin, Erin looked up at Negan with big eyes wondering if she had to go over to Maggie. Negan didn’t want to force his daughter to do it, but eventually his seven-year-old sighed and then accepted the gesture from Maggie who grabbed her. “You had fun, didn’t you?”

“It was good,” Erin answered with a firm nod of her head, her tiny dimples sinking in and Negan knew that was the face of his daughter lying. Biting down on his bottom lip, Negan tried to keep his amusement in when he slid his hands into his pockets. As he did it, his fingers connected with the panties that belonged to Y/N that he had shoved in their previously. Immediately pulling his hands out of his pockets, he folded his arms in front of his chest and cleared his throat. “We watched some good movies.”

“Are you hungry?” Maggie wondered and Negan shrugged. He hadn’t really ate much today so he wouldn’t mind a bit of a snack.

“I’ll go warm some pizza up for you,” Beau moved around Negan and pat his dad on the shoulder. Heading into the kitchen left the three of them alone. Setting Erin down, Maggie noticed that she was eager to run off into the kitchen.

“No more cookies until tomorrow,” Negan called out hearing Erin giggle and she stopped to turn around. Her hands hooked in front of her and she fluttered her beautiful eyelashes up at Negan. “I said no.”

“Please. Just one more?” she begged of Negan giving him the look that she always did when she wanted him to agree to something. “I swear. Just one.”

“Fine,” Negan grumbled under his breath hearing the giggle that followed. After Erin disappeared into the kitchen, Negan called out to Beau knowing that he was the one he could count on to follow the rules. “Only let her have one more Beau!”

“Got it dad!” Beau hollered back from the kitchen giving Negan the time to turn to face Maggie who looked pleased with how things turned out today.

“Honey,” Maggie stepped forward, brushing her fingers through Negan’s hair to get it out of his face. Tipping up on her toes, she tugged at the coat he was wearing and sighed. “You smell of alcohol really bad. You drank a lot tonight?”

“I did,” Negan confessed thankful that the smell of alcohol was what she picked up on. “I worked most of the night and when I got that hour in to party, I took advantage of it. I’m sorry. I know I have to drive tomorrow, but I will be fine. I’ll drink some water now and I swear I’ll be in good shape tomorrow for your family.”

“I’m not worried about it,” Maggie whispered, caressing over the center of Negan’s chest. “I hope you’re not mad that I did this. I just wanted to try to bond with Beau and Erin. I know that Christmas time is hard for them without their mother and I just…I want to make a good impression.”

“I’m not mad at you. I appreciate the gesture. You know my kids are the most important things in the world to me,” Negan reminded her knowing that he couldn’t be mad at her for trying. He was just nervous. He wished he would have had time to himself to let the things that happened with Y/N linger. Now he was worried as hell. They agreed to wait until after the holidays to decide things. Yet, here he was standing in front of the first woman he gave a chance to after his wife died with another woman’s panties in his pocket likely still smelling heavily of her. Well, more so alcohol now and he was thankful for that. “Did Beau let you in?”

“He did,” Maggie responded dragging her fingers down in over the side of Negan’s face, teasing her fingers through his short beard. “I would think by now that I would have a key since I’ve spent a lot of nights here already…”

“I keep forgetting,” Negan lied getting tense when she tipped on her toes and her lips hovered over his. “I just have to make time to get a key made.”

“The place you work at runs you too hard,” Maggie slurred, her thumb dragging out over his bottom lip. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, Negan didn’t really know how to respond. Before being in this kind of position, he really should have brushed his teeth and taken a shower. “Now you get to take a break. Finally.”

“Kind of,” Negan breathed against her lips when she attempted to kiss him which made her huff. “I still have to keep in contact with my team and the company. I’m one of the people in charge and they can’t do this without me.”

“Don’t you have two levels of bosses ahead of you? That guy I met and that new woman?” she plucked open the top button of Negan’s shirt that was revealed beneath his jacket. Stroking her fingers over the chest hair that was there had Negan’s Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. “They should handle it.”

“She’s going to be gone too,” Negan responded, his hands settling in over Maggie’s hips when her lips faintly brushed over his. “Unfortunately, you’re dating a work-a-holic.”

“I’ll live,” Maggie muttered hearing the children calling out to him from the kitchen.

Bouncing his eyebrows, Negan flashed her a charming smile before stepping back to head for the kitchen. Taking off his jacket, Negan set it on one of the chairs at the dining room table and noticed that Erin was sitting at the island on one of the taller stools that were there eating one of her cookies.

“These look good,” Negan muttered reaching for one of the cookies that looked meticulous and perfectly decorated. Wrinkling his nose, Negan knew that his daughter liked baking, but she wasn’t this clean. “These look too nice.”

“Maggie did most of the work and we gave her company,” Beau brought two glasses of milk over. One for Erin and one for Negan when Negan took the first bite of the cookie. “And we just talked while she did it.”

“Oh, that’s…nice,” Negan spoke hearing Maggie moving into the kitchen while he ate the cookie that he grabbed. It almost tasted store bought and while they were good, he was more of a fan of the homemade kind. Negan also considered himself a bit of a good cook and baker, so he knew maybe he was being a bit too judgmental but he knew his were better. Often, he’d let Erin decorate them too so while they may have been messy, they still tasted great. Beau joined them at the counter and brought a glass of milk for himself too before reaching for a sugar cookie himself. “Are you guys all packed for tomorrow?”

“You know I am daddy. You’re the one that packed my things,” Erin reminded Negan with another lighthearted giggle and it made Negan smile. “I don’t understand the whole Santa thing though. How is he going to know that we are at Maggie’s family’s house?”

“Well Santa is still going to come here and leave a lot of presents for both of you for when we get back,” Negan swallowed down what was left of the cookie he grabbed before reaching for another one. Maggie moved around the kitchen and Negan could see that she was preparing a glass of the hot chocolate that they were talking about earlier for him. “But he still is going to manage to bring some gifts to where you are on Christmas. Just the bigger things will be here for when we get back.”

“Oh,” Erin finished off her cookie and reached for the glass of milk that Beau got her, grabbing it firmly with both of her hands. Watching her chug down the milk made Negan snort and he shook his head when she slammed the glass back down on the counter. “That was good.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Negan snorted, leaning in to pepper kisses against the side of her face. “I love you and your brother so much you stinker.”

“Crap,” Beau heard the sound of the alarm he set going off. Hopping down from his seat, he went over to the oven and used an oven mitt to get the pizza he was warming up for his father out. Turning things off, he tossed the pizza onto a plate. Heading back over to the island, Beau placed the plate in front of Negan before heading back to his seat.

“Thanks kiddo. You’re the best,” Negan appreciated that his son still helped to take care of things around the house. At thirteen, Beau really had to step up to be the man of the house when he wasn’t there and he was proud of his son. Reaching for one of the pieces, Negan blew on it in attempts to cool it before taking a big bite. After the night he had, he didn’t care if this wasn’t fresh, it still tasted good. “This is great Maggie. Thank you.”

“It’s no worries,” Maggie looked back at Negan with a half-smile while Negan finished off the piece he was eating before reaching for another. Maggie’s smile tugged at her lips from where she was standing working on the hot chocolate. “I know it’s your favorite. I figured Beau and Erin would like it too.”

With a simple nod, Negan smirked and went back to eating the pizza. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Negan reached for his phone to see that it was a text from Y/N. Making sure that no one was close, he opened the text.

Tonight was great Negan. Thank you.

An inexplicable smile pressed in over Negan’s features, his thumb swiping in over his phone. Thinking of something to write back, he gazed up once more to make sure that he was safe in responding to her.

We’ll have to do it again sometime soon, Boss. Working with you tonight was a real pleasure.

“Did something good happen at work today?” Beau spoke up and it made Negan’s jaw flex, his eyes lifting from his phone to stare out at his son who was sipping on his milk. Shit. Maybe he was smiling too much with his phone. “You look happier today than normal.”

“He’s probably just happy that he finally gets a break from everything there,” Maggie suggested from where she was standing behind Beau. Nodding his head, Negan snapped his fingers and pointed toward her. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Negan made sure that it was safely away when he finished up his last piece of pizza.

“That’s exactly it,” Negan was curious if he seemed to be in a better mood than normal and it was that obvious that something happened that lifted his spirits at work. “I’m just happy I get to spend the next few weeks with my children and enjoy the holidays.”

“I’m just warning you now that my family is going to be excited having children around. It’s been a long time since we’ve actually had children at these things so they are going to be wanting to do everything with them,” Maggie finished up with the hot chocolate and moved around Negan to hand it out to him. Accepting the mug that she gave him, Negan brought it up and took a long sip of the hot liquid treat. “None of my siblings have had children yet and I think it disappoints my dad. He always wanted grandchildren, but none of us have had any. Not even my stepbrother. So they are going to be pampered while they are there.”

“Even though we’re not your kids?” Beau spoke up in a whisper and Maggie smirked, reaching out to mess at Beau’s dark hair like Negan had done previously. Beau wasn’t as comfortable with Maggie doing it as he was his father, but he let it slide. “I mean, we’re just your boyfriend’s children.”

“I’m telling you, they are going to be super excited to have you there. Especially my stepmom. She’s really good with children and having them around for Christmas will make her happy. She really loved doing this kind of stuff with us when I was little,” Maggie assured Beau with a wink and she sighed loudly. “Even if they weren’t ridiculous about Christmas with children, they would be good to you because you’re important to me.”

Hearing that made Negan feel guilty. This was still a pretty new relationship for him. He’d been dating Maggie for about six months and he never really expected it to get as serious as it did. Truthfully, when he met Maggie, he didn’t think much about things. Maggie chewed him out on the street that day, he offered to buy her dinner and the two of them ended up having sex in a bathroom together after a few drinks. It wasn’t something he even thought would be more than a one-night stand, but they kept running into one another, so he figured it was the world hinting to him that maybe there was something there. Maggie was the first person he slept with after his late wife Lucille passed so it felt like he had to feel a certain way toward her.

“This is good,” Negan commented after he took another sip of the hot chocolate. For a few, they were just all silent and Negan didn’t know exactly what to say. He was still tipsy, his mind on other things and he knew that his kids were uneasy about the idea of being with Maggie and her family. Christmas was hard for all of them without Lucille. Finishing up the hot chocolate, Negan rubbed his hands together and pointed down the long hallway toward their bedrooms. “It’s time for bed. Daddy has to get in a shower and you two need to sleep.”

“I’ll get a shower ready for you,” Maggie pointed back down the hallway causing Negan to smirk.

“You don’t have to do that,” Negan suggested, but she was already headed down the hallway and he sighed.

“This is gonna suck dad,” Beau spoke up when Maggie disappeared into his bedroom at the end of the hallway. “I know she tries. She really does, but she’s nothing like mom. She’s so uptight and on all the fucking time.”

“Hey,” Negan hushed Beau after he said that word making Erin giggle and bury her head against Negan’s shoulder.

“Like you don’t swear all the time,” Beau reminded his father and Erin’s big eyes looked up at her dad. Sighing loudly Negan knew that he was right. Picking Erin up from the seat, Negan held her in his arms while they stood in the kitchen together. “I think Maggie is nice dad, but she’s just so…”

“Not like mom,” Erin reiterated reaching for Beau when he moved around the island. Erin clung tightly to her brother while he held onto her. “Mom was fun. We could get messy, play and she wouldn’t care. Maggie is not really fun. She brings nice gifts and she’s nice, but not…mom nice.”

“No one is ever going to be your mom guys. Your mom was one in a million,” Negan responded with a shrug of his shoulders knowing that they were right. Lucille was an incredible woman and the kids loved her just as much as he did. She brought light to their lives and happiness. Without her, something was definitely missing with all of them. “Maggie is trying. You have to remember that she’s not used to children being around.”

“It’s obvious,” Beau blurt out with a roll of his eyes, spinning his sister around in his arms making her laugh. “Sometimes I think she knows that you are a good catch so she doesn’t want to let go of that.”

“A good catch?” Negan chuckled with a thick rumble of laughter and Beau threw one of his arms out to hold it about gesturing to the apartment they were in.

“Dad, you have a good job. Your apartment is amazing. I’ve been to my friend’s homes. I know how lucky we are,” Beau stepped toward the large windows in the kitchen that looked over the city. “You’re rich dad. You have your shit together…kinda…”

“I don’t think Maggie is a gold digger if that’s what you’re suggesting,” Negan knew to stand up for Maggie in that sense because he never got that feeling from her, ever. Maggie was more of a relaxed woman that never took advantage of the fact he had money.

“No, I don’t think she’s a bad person dad,” Beau declared, his voice hitching because of how it was getting deeper with his age. “I just…she doesn’t feel right in our family. As a friend, sure…”

“I hear you buddy,” Negan hooked his arm around his son’s shoulders leading him toward the hallway to get them to their rooms. “Let’s get through the holidays and then we will figure everything out. Okay?”

“I hope we make it through the holidays,” Beau huffed, helping Negan get Erin in for bed. They both hung around to read her a story until she was finally asleep. Following Beau to his bedroom, Negan stopped when he saw the drawings that were on Beau’s desk. Reaching out for one of them, he saw that it was a photo of Lucille that Beau had been drawing. “That’s not done.”

“Beau, this is…” Negan reached for a few of the other drawings that were there noticing how talented his son had grown over the years. A lot of them were focused on Lucille and it took his breath away. “These are beautiful.”

“It’s the one way I can keep her alive,” Beau stepped in beside Negan who was staring down at the drawings. “Sometimes I get scared that I will forget what she looks like. So I draw her the way that I remember her. Her smile…”

Gazing at his son, he saw the tears that were developing in Beau’s eyes and Negan felt his heart break looking at the emotions his son was experiencing, “If I didn’t have that message she left for me on the phone, I think I would have forgotten what her voice sounded like.”

“I miss her too,” Negan was honest with his son noticing that he was getting emotional himself over the small moment they were having here. “I miss her painting the walls a new color every few months. Her ridiculous projects that she was always coming up with…”

“A lot of them never made sense, but they were fun,” Beau remembered reaching up to wipe at his eyes with the back of his hand. “I don’t want you to think I don’t love you dad, but Erin was always your shadow and I was mom’s. I miss that. I miss it so much.”

“Come here,” Negan set down the drawings, wrapping his son up in his arms tightly. Squeezing him close, Negan could hear his son crying and he didn’t blame him. This time of the year was always the worst for them. Lucille was so good with Christmas. By now, their apartment would have been covered in decorations. Top to bottom. Lights would have filled the hallways, music would be playing and everything would have always smelled like Christmas. Now he had a tree in the corner of the living room, but it wasn’t quite the same. Holding Beau long enough for him to calm down, Negan leaned back and captured his son’s jaw between his thumb and his index finger. “You were the one thing she was always the proudest of. You know that?”

“Yeah?” Beau muttered, his voice rasp and full of sadness when they talked about Lucille.

“Yeah. Me too. You were a surprise, but shit kid, you’re the best surprise I’ve ever gotten,” Negan brushed his fingers through Beau’s hair and he shook his head. “You might look like me, but you are so much like your mother. And you are so fucking talented. I couldn’t be prouder. You’re good at everything. It’s unbelievable how much talent is in one young boy.”

“You’re just saying that,” Beau pulled away from Negan to head over to his bed to sit down on the edge of it.

“I’m not. I have the coolest fucking kid in the world. You draw, you play like what…four fucking instruments? And you’re good at all of them. You’re an actor. You’re a good cook. You know how to fix cars…” Negan listed off and Beau snickered, curling his fingers around the edge of the bed. “You love photography, you paint…”

“You taught me that stuff dad,” Beau pointed out and Negan threw his hands up in the air.

“Beau, I was never this fucking talented at your age,” Negan nodded toward the drawings that were on Beau’s desk. “You’re smart. You’re sweet and you’re a great big brother. I don’t think you realize how awesome you really are kid. Truthfully? You’ve probably had to grow up fast because of me. You take care of your sister,” Negan headed over to sit down beside Beau on his bed and he sighed. “And you’ve taken care of me. Which was something you should have never had to do.”

“We’re a family. That’s what you do when you love someone,” Beau claimed, drawing Negan to stare out at him and narrow his eyes out at his son. “You’re an amazing dad. You work hard, yet you always still manage to make time for us. You always have. That’s what mom loved the most about you. You showed up, all the time. When you fall, I pick you up. When I’ve fallen, you’ve always saved me dad. Mom and you taught me from a very young age that when you love someone, you work hard to show it. You never know when someone is going to be gone. We learned that with mom. So I will always show my love for you and Erin. You work hard for us, so I will work hard for you.”

“I don’t know what I would have done without you,” Negan muttered with a shuddering breath, hooking his arm around Beau again to pull him in close for another hug. That was something he meant. If Beau wasn’t there, he was sure he would have broken down and given up, but his son always kept him going. Even in the worst moments of his life. “I love you so much bud. You’re the best kid a dad could hope for. Just listening to you talk…seeing the way you are…I don’t know how I got so lucky. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” Beau repeated, giving Negan one more big hug before getting up to get ready to go to bed. Even though Beau was upset, he was putting on a strong façade. It was his way of dealing with things and Negan knew that. “You should go get some sleep. We have a big drive tomorrow.”

“Yes dad,” Negan teased his son, standing up from the bed nudging his son playfully before heading for the door. “I love you so much kiddo. Never forget that.”

Giving Beau a wink, Negan closed the door behind him and then unhurriedly moved to his bedroom. Entering his room, he let out a tight exhale when he saw that Maggie was getting ready for bed standing before him in her lingerie. Swiftly closing the door behind him, Negan started undoing the buttons in his shirt and he knew that she noticed he was sad.

“Everything okay? Did the kids get to bed?” she spoke up and Negan nodded. Getting his shirt apart, Negan pulled it from his body and tossed it toward the hamper hearing her sigh. “What happened?”

“We just started talking about Lucille. Beau and I,” Negan didn’t lie. There was no point. Working to get his pants off after he kicked out of his shoes, Negan stood before Maggie in his boxer briefs and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s hard around this time of the year.”

“I understand,” she stepped forward, her hands reaching out to caress in over the side of Negan’s face. Lowering down, Negan hooked his fingers into his socks to pull them off and sighed. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“I just need to take a shower,” Negan informed her pointing in the direction of the shower. Going to move for the bathroom, Negan stopped when he felt her fingers hooking around his wrist. “Maggie, I just…it’s hard around this time of the year without her. Things are really different. The kids miss her, I miss her…”

“I know,” she hushed him, pulling herself in closer to him with her fingers stroking over the center of his chest to tease through the dark curls of hair. “I just wish I knew what I could do to help you. A way to make you feel better.”

“Just time,” Negan responded knowing that he would never get over the death of Lucille. She was the love of his life and nothing would change that. He would always love his wife and he wasn’t sure that Maggie would understand that. Truthfully? Negan wondered if he was the first big relationship that she ever had. “Thanks Maggie.”

“Sure,” she eyed him over when he headed for the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, Negan noticed that she put out a towel for him along with a set of clothes for him to put on once he was done with the shower. The kids weren’t wrong, she was kind of controlling in a way. Negan kicked out of his boxer briefs and then stepped under the warm spray of the water. Today was a big day mentally for him. Between what happened with Y/N at work and his conversation with Beau, Negan was in a whirlwind of emotions. Pressing his hands against the wall of the shower, Negan remembered what it was like tonight with Y/N. It was something that was lingering in his mind and he wished he could have talked to her right now.

With Maggie in his bed, Negan spent more time in the shower than he should have. Scrubbing good enough in hopes that she wouldn’t realize something happened tonight. Turning the shower off once he was done, Negan grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body. Wiping the steam off the mirror, he braced his hands on top of the counter and he stared out at himself. The right thing would have been to tell Maggie. Instead of dragging her on. Then again, she did mention the kids being pampered at her family’s home. They deserved that kind of thing during Christmas after everything they had been through with Lucille.

Pushing aside his feelings, Negan got dressed, brushed his teeth and then headed out into the bedroom to see that Maggie was sitting up watching something on the television. Crawling into the bed beside her, Negan turned off the light that was beside his head and laid down trying to get comfortable.

“What do you think about marriage?” Maggie muttered after Negan had cuddled his head in against the pillow and closed his eyes to try to sleep. Gradually, his eyes fluttered to an open and he looked up at her. “That way you can try to start over?”

“We’ve talked about this before,” Negan reminded her knowing that it was something Maggie had brought up a lot in the past. He knew that she wanted him to ask her to marry him, but there were a lot of factors that had kept him from doing that. Negan knew this was a relationship where he got into it because he felt lonely. And that’s not how relationships were supposed to be. In his mind at least. Sure, he was comfortable enough, but he didn’t feel that connection that he knew that he felt when he was with Lucille.

“I know we’ve talked about it before, but with Christmas around the corner, it was just on my mind. All of these romance films playing on almost every channel,” she waved her hand about pointing toward the television where she had one of the typical Christmas films on. “It gets you thinking about things. Where you want your life to go.”

“I prefer Die Hard,” Negan scoffed, lifting his head enough to look over at the television knowing that he was never a fan of those kind of movies after Lucille passed away. She liked them a lot and it was kind of her thing that the kids and him would tease her about. “Or Home Alone. Those are good.”

“Negan,” Maggie frowned that he was avoiding the discussion and he shrugged his shoulders. “You know when I first met you, you drove me crazy.”

“Yeah, you hated me. And then you fucked me,” Negan reminded her hearing the snicker that she released and it made Negan laugh. “I mean it’s the truth. You wanted to kill me and then we were screwing in the dark bathroom stall of a bar. You were wild, even for me. And that says something because I had a time where I was a bit too much myself.”

“We know how things started with us,” she noticed that Negan was lifting up on his elbows to stare out at her, his eyebrows arched. “I just thought by now I would be married and found the love of my life. Here I am now with you and it’s close to Christmas…”

“I know Christmas makes people feel a certain way,” Negan stated letting out a tense breath when Maggie adjusted in the bed beside him. Huffing out, Negan felt her crawling in over him and her hands braced in over the center of his chest. “Mags.”

“I like your children. I like you…” she palmed down in over the center of his chest down toward his abdomen to grasp at his body through his pajama pants. “You have one of the nicest cocks I’ve ever seen.”

“Is my cock important to you?” Negan’s slurred not sure how to respond while she palmed up and over his body. In other circumstances this may have turned him on, but it really wasn’t.

“I’m just saying you have a nice one,” she pointed out and they both looked down having him shift underneath her uncomfortably. “A lot of people don’t have a big dick and know what to do with it. You do. You make me feel good. I like being around you…”

“So that’s what you’re looking for? Someone with a nice cock that can make you feel good for the rest of your life?” Negan arched his eyebrow, trying to understand what she was saying and he could tell that he had her flustered. “I’m just trying to understand here Maggie. What is it about me that makes you want to marry me?”

“Of course it’s not your cock that makes me want to marry you. I want what every woman wants. To find a man that she is head over heels in love with that makes her happy. I want to have a life with someone that I enjoy sharing my life with. Someone that is my best friend where our chemistry is off the charts. Where every moment we look forward to being with one another and when we are apart, it’s miserable,” she lowered down to pepper kisses over Negan’s bottom lip. It was hard to react to that because Negan didn’t feel that with Maggie. He never did. He just liked not being alone. Loneliness made the pain of everything else feel so much worse.

“And that’s what you feel when you are with me?” Negan didn’t even really know how Maggie felt because she would tell him that she loved him. She was over all the time, but they never really connected with one another that well.

“Of course,” she kissed him further, reaching for the drawer that was beside the bed. Pushing a few things around, she returned with a condom and Negan licked his lips. “Let’s get one of these in before we go. I doubt we’re going to be able to get something in when we are there so…”

“Listen,” Negan slid further up, stopping her when she went to undo his pajama pants. Giving her an empathetic look, Negan looked down toward his lap and shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get it hard Maggie. I drank a lot tonight and with the kids still bouncing around…us having sex probably isn’t a good idea.”

“I’m sure after some work I can get the big guy going,” she went to move again, but Negan snatched the condom from her fingers to drop it back into the drawer. Closing it, Negan reached up to stroke his fingers over the side of her face. “Is everything okay?”

“I feel kind of vulnerable right now,” Negan pulled her further in over his lap allowing her to cup his face in her hands. “Can we just kiss tonight? It’s just with everything so focused on Lucille tonight, I’m just sad and I could really use some cuddling and kissing.”

“Aw, baby,” she frowned stroking her fingers in over the side of Negan’s face. With a weak smile, Negan didn’t know why he didn’t click with Maggie. She was feisty and he liked them that way. She could kick his ass easily and she would if she wanted to. She was stunning. Beautiful. Full of energy, but there was just something that was missing. Bringing their lips together, Maggie stroked her fingers over the back of his neck attempting to get intimate with him. A soft, faint knocking sound was heard and it was followed by the bedroom door opening which had Maggie pulling herself from over Negan.

“Hey honey,” Negan sat up in the bed seeing that Erin was standing at the door holding her blanket and her stuffed animal in her arms. “Are you okay?”

“Daddy? Can I sleep with you tonight?” Erin begged of her father and without even thinking about it, Negan pat the bed beside him making room for her. Sure, he could have asked Maggie, but this was his daughter. And honestly? He was thankful for her wanting to be in here with him. It stopped Maggie from getting handsy with him. Closing the door after she entered the room, Erin hopped up on the bed and Negan adjusted the blankets for her to get comfortable in beside him. “I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

“There is nothing wrong with that baby,” Negan pressed a loving kiss over his daughter’s cheek, getting comfortable as she cuddled herself in his arms. Gazing back over his shoulder, he shot Maggie an empathetic look and she seemed to understand. Turning off the lights, Maggie got comfortable in bed with them and her arm hooked around Negan from behind. Having the warmth of her breath at the base of his neck felt nice and being held was something he enjoyed, but he wondered if it was really Maggie that he wanted it to be with.

Like this? It was pretty easy to fall asleep. And he was exhausted. So he didn’t wake up until it was morning and it was Maggie that started moving. Even Erin was moving about before he finally got up. There was the headache that he was expecting from over drinking last night. Usually, he didn’t drink that much and that was why. He hated having hangovers. At this point, he just had to get dressed and finish packing a few things.

Frowning, Negan looked back over his shoulder at his dresser. Moving toward the top drawer, he pushed a few things around and grabbed the black box that he had shoved in there a week or two ago. Opening it, he gazed over the engagement ring that he had bought for Maggie after she had brought it up several times. Knowing that he hated being lonely and he liked the company, Negan had bought this in hopes to appease Maggie. There was the notion that he would propose to Maggie at her family’s home on Christmas. Swiping his thumb in over the ring, he sighed and closed the box backup. At this point, he didn’t even know if he should bother bringing this with him. With how he was feeling in the last day, he was actually questioning his judgement.

“Fuck,” Negan heard someone moving throughout the hallways and he headed over toward the bag to push the box into his bag to keep it hidden. Beau knocked at the doorframe and Negan threw the bag in over his shoulder.

“I got some coffee started for you,” Beau informed his father with a weak smile. Beau didn’t want to do this and Negan knew that, but he wasn’t complaining. Which was something that he appreciated from his son.

“You’re a life saver,” Negan pressed a kiss against Beau’s temple before moving to the kitchen with everyone. All of the bags were ready, Negan just needed to drink his coffee and then he would take everyone’s things to the car.

Beau helped him get things situated before they all got into his SUV and started their journey. Negan picked something up for them to eat and then they were headed to Maggie’s family’s home. The sad thing is? When they used to do this with Lucille, the car was never quiet. They always had some kind of fun or talking going on. Right now? It was silent. Maggie was holding onto his hand, Erin was taking a nap and Beau was reading a book. Boring would be an understatement.

Every so often Negan would try to start a discussion, but it was hard to get really any of them interested. Lucille was always the one that was good at this stuff. He was good at being silly and getting the laughs, but she was good at keeping everyone excited and happy. No matter how lame their vacation was about to be.

The drive was longer than any of them would have liked. By the time they started getting out in the middle of nowhere, Negan could see that Beau was staring out at the window and he was panicked. The only life that Beau and Erin ever knew was the life of the city. So this? This was completely different for them.

Maggie directed Negan to her home and when Negan got there, he drove up the long winding driveway to the large home that sat up on the hill. It was nothing but land, trees and their farm and that alone made his family uncomfortable. Negan could just tell by their breathing that neither one of his children knew how to react.

Getting out of the car, Negan noticed that people were coming to the door after they heard the car. Maggie got out of the car and ran up the driveway to meet a younger blonde girl to give her a big hug to spin her around. Beau got out of the car with Negan and met him at the door where he was going to grab Erin.

“What the hell did you get us into dad?” Beau wondered, grabbing a hold of Negan’s arm to get him to look back at the home before Negan went for Erin. “There is enough time for us to turn around and take off. What do you think?”

“We can’t do that Beau,” Negan frowned, rubbing at the back of his neck in a moment of tension. “I do agree with you though, I’m not a fan of how all of this feels.”

“Shit,” Beau muttered under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing when he helped his father get Erin out of the car along with their things. By the time their things were unpacked, Maggie was bringing her family down to meet them.

“Negan, Beau, Erin…this is my little sister Beth, this right here is my stepbrother Shawn, this is my stepmother Annette,” Maggie was introducing them and each person would shake the hand of every single one of them until she got to her father. “And this is my daddy, Hershel.”

Now that’s where things got weird. Hershel shook the hand of both of the kids, but when he got to Negan, he stared down at Negan’s hand like it was disgusting. Maggie looked tense when she reached out to place her hand in over her father’s shoulder, “Daddy.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Negan let out a tense sound when Hershel finally accepted his hand, but the pressure that Maggie’s father was putting on his hand was extraordinarily hard. It surprised Negan because even by the look in Hershel’s eyes he seemed furious with Negan. A man he had never met or even talked to. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“So you’re the guy that’s keeping my daughter all the way out there in the city?” Hershel confirmed with Negan making Negan let out a hesitant exhale and looked to Maggie. At this point, Negan was trying to let go of Hershel’s hand but he was still holding onto his hand.

“I thought Maggie was in the city long before she ever met me,” Negan recalled and he pulled his hand back enough for him to stumble after Maggie nudged her father to release Negan.

“I was,” Maggie offered up and Beau shot his father a look like he was shocked with what just went down. “Do you guys want to see around the farm? We have horses, those are pretty cool. What do you say Erin?”

“Sure,” Erin shrugged her shoulders, not sure what to exactly agree to now that they were on the farm.

“Hershel,” Annette nudged Hershel’s arm nodding toward a car that was starting to pull up the long driveway and it parked beside Negan’s SUV. “She’s here.”

“And?” Hershel rumbled surprising Negan, his head tipping to the side when both Hershel and Maggie stayed back when the rest of the family ran out to the car that had just arrived. At this point, Negan was seriously considering what Beau suggested. At first, Negan thought this was going to be easy, but he noticed there was an immediate hate that Maggie’s father seemed to have for him.

“I’ll be back,” Maggie caressed over Hershel’s arm before nodding toward the car that showed up. “You will have to excuse me, there is another one of the members of the family.”

Clinging tightly to his bag, Negan didn’t know how to respond to everything happening. Negan was thankful that the spotlight was taken off of him, but maybe he shouldn’t have done this. Maggie was the one that convinced him that this was a good idea. And now with his children standing behind him uncomfortable, he felt like maybe this was a stupid idea to begin with.

“It’s so good to see you,” Maggie had stepped forward drawing Negan to look over his shoulder. A grunt fell from his throat, his chest tightening when the woman that she was hugging turned on her heel after hugging Maggie.

Immediately a yelp fell from her throat when Negan’s eyes connected with hers, “Negan?”

“Y/N?” Negan muttered, his head tipping back when he realized this was the world’s way of fucking him over to the extreme right now.

“You two know one another?” Maggie pointed between the two of them noticing the discomfort in both of their bodies when they saw one another. There was a silence and everyone was looking between the two of them. “Negan?”

“Yeah, she’s my boss,” Negan threw his hand up in the air pointing out at Y/N feeling his heart hammering inside of his chest. Dropping his head down, he felt a warmth flooding into his cheeks realizing exactly where this was going. “Shit.”

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bookishofalder · 3 years ago

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Saviours Coffee House | Chapter One

Summary: The reader struggles with her dark secrets. Negan has feelings and begins to learn about her life.

Warnings: Language, dark themes, angst, TW: (verbally) abusive relationship alluded to, self harm (cutting). WC—+4K

A/N: Resources provided at end of chapter. Remember you are never alone. 🤍

BACK

It was the perfect sort of morning, the sky already bright and cloudless, the sun drenching the downtown with golden light. You approach the door to Saviours Coffee Shop with a quiet, content sigh, ready to start another busy day. As you pull out your key to the front door, you automatically said another thank you in your mind to Daryl for recommending you apply for the vacant position at Saviours.

It was your favourite place in the entire world.

You didn’t mind the early mornings or long days even a little bit, because everything about the place—the people, the vibe, your coworkers—they made it worth hopping out of bed at the crack of dawn every morning. It paid well, but more importantly, Saviours was literally your saviour—your escape, your solace. You’d been working here for…wow, it had already been six months. You pause as you close and lock the door behind you, surprised at the realization. Time had truly flown by. Because for the past six months you were happier than you'd been in a long time.

Happiness was, for you, hard to come by. And you were okay with that, with lying in the bed that your actions had made for you. But working at Saviours had brought you close to a feeling you thought you were closed off from forever. All because of what you thought had been one bad date.

But that…you weren’t thinking about. It was off-limits when you were in your happy place, so you shook your head once and then started on your morning routine to open up. You always started with turning on the lights and music from the control centre on the iPad behind the counter. Because it was so bright today, you opted for a cooler level of lighting inside and put on cheerful soft classical music from one of the many playlists you had curated for the shop.

You pulled out your phone and snapped a cute picture of the sunlight streaming in the windows and casting the place with a golden glow. You uploaded it to the Saviours Instagram page that you had taken over after being hired—happily gaining over two hundred thousand total followers in a matter of weeks. Negan had been so thrilled he had stormed downstairs and given you a brand new Saviours apron with your name stitched into it. He'd then proclaimed the success to everyone who happened to be in the vicinity and grasped your shoulder briefly as he grinned at you with pride.

Sometimes, when you closed your eyes, all you could see was his smile.

You had arrived early again, a habit you couldn’t help because the extra fifteen minutes allowed you to start your day alone, to move through the motions without having to plaster on a smile and pretend you were okay. It meant that you could compose yourself, give yourself a pep talk and prepare to provide the best service in the city.

You repeated your daily reminder in your mind as you work—you had already saved up a lot of money, Daryl was always going to be there for you, and the time to escape your personal hell was coming soon.

Time couldn’t have moved slower, frankly, but you were patient. You’d lost nearly two years of your life, so rushing now wouldn’t do any good if it meant you made a mistake. If he—

The back door alarm dings, letting you know that Dwight has arrived. Your fifteen minutes are up, so you muster up that smile and look toward the hallway that comes from the back, where grumpy Dwight is marching in. “Good morning, sunshine!” You call, and he grumbles in response, grabbing his apron and tying it on with hilariously aggressive movements.

“Do ya eat rainbows for breakfast, boss?”

He’s asked you this before, but it always makes you laugh. “Rainbows and daisies.” He groans at your response, shaking his head before joining you behind the counter and gesturing at the coffee machine questioningly. You nod, a routine long now established where he mixes you your favourite coffee first thing—he was damn good at his job. You didn’t trust anyone else to make it the way he did, and like most days, you needed the comforting pick me up.

When you had first started you sensed that Dwight was the silent, reserved guy. That he was used to being overlooked or disregarded. You immediately found a comfortable friendship with him, because he was the kind of man who didn’t bother with pretense—he was honest, straightforward. Dwight was also a perceptive guy, and at times it was like he seemed to see right through your cheeriness, his sharp eyes cutting straight through to the terrified and exhausted woman curled up inside your chest, hiding from the world.

He reminded you of Daryl in some ways, which was part of the reason you got on with him so well. You liked tough-looking men with hearts of gold, the ones whose exteriors gave you a different impression only for them to pleasantly surprise you. Because there were too many men with handsome, conventional exteriors who were wolves underneath, just waiting to tear you to pieces.

You hadn’t thought of yourself as a weak little lamb until you met your very own wolf.

As Dwight gets to work, you step into the back hallway and grab your watering can, filling it up at the industrial sink before moving around the shop to water the many plants you had acquired. You loved the way they worked with the vibe that Negan had so carefully created, and he had been more than happy to see the plants added as long as you took care of them. He’d said he didn’t have a green thumb but encouraged you to buy plants on the business card he’d given you just last month.

“You should have this, doll, you’ve earned it.”

“Negan, I don’t need this—I really don’t mind submitting the expenses—”

“Take the damn card, buy whatever the hell you want for the place. And don’t bother arguing.”

“Fine, thank you.”

You’d been hesitant to use the card, only going so far as to buy a set of cute salt and pepper shakers from the home decor shop a few doors down. They were white and black-themed motorcycles that you placed on table five, replacing the set that Maggie had accidentally knocked off the table in her haste to clear it the night prior. You liked them, but it wasn’t until a few hours later that you happened to look up from the table you were writing orders down for and saw Negan was passing by table five. You watched his eyes fall to the shakers, a smile stretching across his handsome face momentarily, and heat had pooled in your belly. You liked them a whole lot more after that.

Negan had quickly become one of your favourite people. His at times harsh personality, you found, was easy to get along with because you were very hard to offend. You’d grown up around rougher people; your father had been militarily, and his closest teammate was now your best friend, Daryl Dixon—arguably one of the grouchiest men this side of the equator. And then there was your mother, who you loved but no one would argue against the claim that she was cold. It had just been her and you for your whole life, your dad merely a side character in your upbringing, and mom had dated a lot of men who were similarly without warmth. She loved you, gave you everything you could want or need, except for the affection you craved. Maybe that was why you felt like your heart was too big for your chest. You overcompensated.

“Hey, boss,” Dwight’s voice broke into your thoughts and you glanced up from the plant you were watering on the counter. “You have something on the back of your leg.” His eyes were cast down.

“Oh,” You set down the watering can and twisted to look at your legs, your eyes locking onto the large splotch decorating the faded blue jeans on your calf. You hesitate, unsure of how to explain what was obviously blood. Before you could reply however a third voice-this one deep in a way that went straight into your bones-cut in.

“Cut yourself shaving, doll?”

You spun around to find Negan making his way down the stairs from the upper floor. He was smirking, but you thought it didn’t meet his eyes, which were fixed on you intently. Sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind.

That would be pretty bad.

Negan was a perceptive man too. He had been, after all, a prison guard for a long time, which was why when he looked at you the way he was now, his eyes focused and seemingly full of concern, suspicion, you felt yourself waver. But the idea of admitting to him your secrets, of this strong, capable man shifting from pride to pity for you—it made your stomach feel like it was full of acid. You cared, probably too much, what he thought of you.

“I must have,” You lie smoothly, flattening your apron to avoid his gaze. You just want to get out of his sight. “I have a skirt in my bag, I’ll just go and change.”

Before either of the men could respond you hurry down the hall, grabbing your bag and slipping into the staff-only washroom to change. As you ran the stain underwater, your mind drifted to those first weeks working with Negan—a man you realized quickly was more than his gruff exterior suggested.

Way Back

You rapped on the door to Negan’s office, ignoring his previous assurance that if it wasn’t locked, you were free to walk in whenever. His voice was amused when he called for you to enter, and when you pushed open the door you found him grinning from behind his desk. Damn, that mischievous fucking smirk would be the end of you, you just knew it.

“Sorry, Negan, I’m having trouble with the timesheet again.” You bit your lip, anxiousness flooding within. You were still waiting for the other shoe to drop when it came to Negan. He was just so nice to you, always charming, happy to help. Yet, even in just a few short weeks since you’d started, you had seen him angry—on the phone, or with a rude customer. Never with his employees, yet you figured it had to happen at some point. He couldn’t be this great of a boss.

“Stop fucking apologizing every time you see me, doll.” His voice was laced with humour, not unkind in the least. You smiled, warily but genuinely, bobbing your head in agreement. “Now, is it still giving you that admin bullshit?”

“Yep, I honestly don’t think it wants me to be an employee.” You laughed, setting your tablet down in front of him as you stood at the edge of his desk. Negan scoffed as he pulled it close and took a look at the screen, putting in his credentials to attempt to fix your access.

“Tough shit, if I have to call these software motherfuckers I will,” He was frowning at the screen as he worked. You were standing next to him, but uninterested in seeing him perform the same actions as the other few times you’d had this issue, so you turned and leaned back against the desk, watching him. “You’re the best damn manager I’ve ever had, doll, so you have to stay.”

He spoke with such conviction it caught you off guard. Sure, you had felt things had been going well since you’d started; you got along with everyone on staff, transitioned into the role seamlessly and learned how to use the coffee machines with ease. But his bold announcement sent a jolt of pride through you that was unexpected.

“Wow,” You replied, unable to help yourself from smiling, “Thanks, Negan.”

He smirked up at you briefly, then did a double-take toward the screen, “Oh, fuck, I see what I did wrong,” Negan finished up with a satisfied grunt, then leaned back into his chair and stared up at you, “Okay, that was my bad. Now you understand why I need you so desperately. I’m hopeless.” He gestured toward both of your tablets, indicating that he was referring to technology, but the tone of his words didn’t completely fit. You suppressed a shiver, breaking eye contact by grabbing your tablet as an excuse.

“Thank you,” You tapped the device pointedly, “I should be good to approve timesheets and post the schedules now.”

Negan, still giving you that cat that got the cream grin, nodded, “Another job I hated, now in your more than capable hands, doll. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Part of you wanted to tell him exactly what you needed. And you couldn’t be sure, but there was a glint in his eyes that told you he might have read those thoughts on your face before you schooled your expression and excused yourself. Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ.

BACK

Negan watches you hurry down the hall to change with a dark expression, his brows furrowed. An unpleasant feeling settled in his stomach, not for the first time, as his suspicions around you continue to grow. He always knew something wasn’t right—after your first week working for him, he started to suspect. While on one hand, you were funny and hardworking, cheerful and sweet, it was like you would disappear into your head and your light would go out at times, seemingly out of nowhere. And just now, when you had seen the blood on your jeans, he witnessed the way your shoulders curved inward almost protectively and his instincts reared up. He wanted to protect you as much as he wanted to shake you to tell him what was going on inside your head.

He shared a look with Dwight, who was equally as concerned about you. “Seems a bit more worked up today, Negan.” He nodded his head in your general direction. They each spent the most amount of time with you at Saviours, enabling them to better understand your moods and today’s was especially jumpy.

Negan grunted in response before making his way down the hall. He waited for you to reappear from the bathroom, his eyes briefly falling down your bare legs before you realize he’s there and you pause in the doorway. “You okay, doll?”

He keeps his voice light, casual, but he can see the way your expression closes. Wide eyes meet his, “Of course. I think it was just an old stain.” You brush him off with a small smile. Negan wants to stop you, ask you to tell him what’s really going on, but as close a friendship as he had with you he knew it wasn’t right to give you an interrogation.

But he had a pretty good idea of where your problems were coming from.

It was a perk that his best friend owned a bar just down the road. Simon saw all kinds in Coalition Bar, including you and your boyfriend, Spencer—once, before you started working for Negan. He’d also seen Spencer there many times without you, a different woman in your place each time. Simon had initially assumed Spencer was just a player, until the first time he’d met you in person at Saviours. It was in Negan’s office an hour later that he relayed his realization.

Your boyfriend was a serial cheater. He was also the son of the mayor, Diana Monroe, a woman they had both shaken the hands of many times as prominent business owners in her city. Negan didn’t know much, not how you met the guy nor why you stayed with him, but he did suspect that the cheating was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to Spencer Monroe. Negan had never met him, as he hadn’t ever come to see you at work, which after a while he realized was probably the way you preferred things.

It was after his conversation with Simon that he began to pay closer attention to you. He had realized pretty quickly that there were two of you—the bright, sarcastic side; hardworking and focused and damn good at your job. You were excellent with customers, got along with everyone on staff and even became friends with Maggie and Rosita, occasionally going out for girls' nights to movies or dinner.

When you did computer work, which was about half of your job, you would sit in the loft outside of Negan’s office, always on a cushion on the floor in front of the couch, your back leaned against it as you typed away, laptop settled on the coffee table. Negan could see you from his office and, if the music wasn’t playing too loud, could easily hold a conversation at normal voice levels with you. Sometimes, you’d come into his office and sit on the floor with your back against the chair, claiming the music was distracting, quiet needed. He lived for those days now, the two of you shut up in his office, quietly working and exchanging occasional small talk.

And then the other half of you was closed off, self-critical, sometimes even afraid. It surprised Negan, it was such a contrast to the normally quippy young woman he usually saw. It always came out in certain circumstances; firstly, when you received messages from Spencer. Your face would drop, teeth worrying at your lower lip harshly as you replied to whatever he’d said. It would snuff out your light, each time, briefly before you seemed to pull back to the moment and regain yourself.

Then there were the mistakes or accidents. Negan had never been witness to such blatant fear as the first time you dropped a mug on the floor in front of him and Dwight. It slipped from your fingers, crashed to the floor, and instead of laughing it off and stepping back to grab the broom, you just froze.

After a few beats, as Negan and Dwight, each stared at you in surprise, you glanced up from the mess, eyes shining with unshed tears. You had gasped out your apologies, trembling, before squatting down and reaching for the shards with your bare hands. Dwight had been standing next to you and reacted instantly, leaning over to stop your hands with a gentle grasp.

Negan had watched as you flinched away from Dwight, still apologizing, promising it was an accident, that you would be more careful. Dwight had held his hands up, gave you a soft smile and told you to stop worrying, that it wasn’t a big deal, though his eyes shined with growing concern.

You hadn’t looked like you believed him, not until Negan grabbed the broom and started sweeping while he told the story of when he’d dropped a whole case of IPA’s. He’d told the story to lighten the mood, and while you had visibly relaxed, you weren’t the same for the rest of the evening, closing up shop in silence. That was when he knew something wasn’t right.

And that had been his opinion before the time he’d seen your bare forearm.

Way Back

Negan was in a mood. He’d been yelling down the phone for an hour with his toiletries supplier, who had once again messed up his order and it left a lot of his regulars grumbling about him being cheap for switching to one-ply toilet paper. He didn’t get bothered by mistakes, it was repeated mistakes that pissed him off.

He aggressively jabbed the ‘end call’ button, silently wishing for the days where he could slam the phone onto its receiver. It was late, and he should have gone up to his place to unwind a while ago, but this delivery had him seething so hard he’d called the owner directly to let out his frustrations. He thinks it might just be him in the building now, unsure of whether or not you left for the day.

You would usually pop your head in when you left, but no doubt you’d heard him raging through the door and let him be. He hoped that you didn’t think he was too much of a shit head, and then promptly—not for the first time—wondered why he cared so deeply about what you thought of him.

The lights were out in the shop below as Negan emerged from his office. Deciding to ensure everything was locked before heading up to bed, he makes his way down to the main floor, his gaze falling across the spotless space. You had only been working for him a month or so and yet his life had improved by leaps and bounds. You were an amazing employee, and he was more than satisfied with how well you fit in, the initiative you took. He doesn’t doubt that you’ve locked up, but because he hadn’t gotten a chance to bid you goodnight, he knows his mind won’t rest easy unless he checks.

Negan wanders down the back hall and notices that a light is on in the storage room, the door propped open by a jug of bleach. When he peeks his head around to look into the room, he’s expecting to find it empty. Instead, he sees you standing near one of the shelves, eyes closed and breathing deeply. He grows mildly concerned, his mouth opening to get your attention and ask what’s wrong when you raise one arm slightly and tug up the sleeve of your shirt.

Paper-thin, angry crimson lines mar the skin of the upper half of your forearm. They’re evenly spaced and partially healed, an indication that you took your time slicing into the delicate flesh and then carefully cleaned yourself after. He can see the faint outline as well of older wounds, now transparent scars, and his stomach fills with lead.

Silently, he takes a few steps back from the doorway and out of sight, taking a second to catch his breath as anger and concern overwhelm him. He knew you had a piece of shit boyfriend, that you were suffering through some things he didn’t know about, but he never expected to find you, so sweet and funny and cheerful, hiding such a dark secret. He immediately wants to march in and pull you close and tell you everything will be okay, but that isn’t his place.

Instead, Negan vows to watch out for you, to make sure that Saviours remains a safe place for you no matter what. If he does this, maybe one day you’ll talk to him, share. It’s then that he realizes he has feelings for you, and it’s the first time he has felt anything like this since he was young and falling for Lucille. But that had been a long time ago; Lucille was gone and he was over a decade older than you. You were going through some sort of hell, so Negan swallows his feelings.

When he makes noise coming down the hall a few minutes later, you appear with a smile so genuine he doesn’t wonder how you could hide the pain so well. It seems it’s already a habit, and he wishes like hell he could fix everything for you.

If he only knew where his friendship with you would lead him, maybe he’d have acted sooner. Hindsight is a fucking bitch.

BACK

You edge around Negan, keen to avoid him and ignore the blatant worry he’d on his handsome face. He’d caught you off guard, standing outside the bathroom waiting for you, and while you appreciated that he did seem to care about you, the last thing you needed to do was break down at your job and admit to your boss that you cut yourself after seeing your boyfriend.

You had been wearing those same jeans last night, when he’d come over and taken his bad mood out on you—verbally, never physically—and after he’d left you locked up and went straight into your bathroom.

The razor was like an old friend. Tears slipped down your face as you pulled it out, cleaned it with disinfecting alcohol, pulled your shirt over your head to reduce the chance of getting blood on it and sat down on the edge of your tub. An established, macabre, routine. The moment you set the blade to your skin, parting the flesh in delicate, almost loving slices, you sighed in relief.

This, right here, was in your control. You decided where the blade went, how deep it cut and how many times you slowly drew bright red blood. You controlled the pain, which was fleeting and in some ways welcome. A reminder that you were alive and real. At some point last night, when you had finished and stood to clean up, a drop must have landed on the back of your jeans, unnoticed by you as you enjoyed the blissful feelings that accompanied the habit.

When your phone vibrates in your pocket an hour later, you pull it out to glance at the message from where you stand behind the counter. there are no customers in line, the shop in the mid-afternoon lull with only a few patrons, so when you read the words on your screen there’s no one around to see the way your smile falls.

Or at least, that’s what you think. The reality is that upstairs in his office, Negan happens to glance at the security cameras and his eyes fall on you, crystal clear on the state of the art system, watching live as your light goes out like a candle in the wind.

‘Sorry about last night 🤷🏻 come by after work, let’s have dinner. Pick up sushi on your way. Dont forget to get extra soy sauce again and watch your attitude.’

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Self Harm:

https://www.cheo.on.ca/en/resources-and-support/self-harm.aspx#Books

https://ontario.cmha.ca/documents/understanding-and-finding-help-for-self-harm/

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https://endingviolencecanada.org/getting-help-2/

https://www.casw-acts.ca/en/resources/domestic-violence-resources

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jasminemackay16 · 4 years ago

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After filming a sexy shower scene with Austin:

Norman Reedus is casually filming himself whilst walking around set,

“Oh, what do we have here,” he says to the camera, flipping the camera to show y/n walking out of a house completely soaking wet with nothing but a towel around her,

Norman asks y/n in a cocky tone, “what’s been going on here?”

y/n smiles sweetly at the camera

“I just finished doing the shower scene with Austin” she explains

y/n turns and calls Austin over from the side

The camera panes to Austin who is sitting, smoking on the porch, also soaking wet with a towel around his waist

Austin smiles at y/n before walking over, his towel hanging dangerously low around his hips, cigarette hanging from his lips, and comes up behind y/n

Austin grabs y/n around the waist pulling her into him causing her towel to slip further down her chest

They both laugh

Norman asks the pair how the scene went

y/n answers that it was a bit hard because of the water kept going into their eyes

Austin hums in agreement

Norman mumbles “I heard that that wasn’t the only thing that was hard” barely audible

y/n’s eyes widen and nervously laughs

“Norman!” she squeals

Both Norman and Austin laugh

y/n reaches up still in Austins grasp and kisses his jaw

#dwight twd #twd #twd fanfiction #austin amelio #sexyboys #the walking dead #actors #twd imagine #twd smut #twd preference #twd headcanon #smut

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takeiteasypeasybaby · 4 years ago

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Save Me: Chapter 28 - Look Death in the Face

~Hey guys! Chapter 28 is out now!! Negan finally gets what has been coming to him for a while...Will Molly be able to deal with his fate? I hope everyone is having a good week :) Love you all <3~

This was it. For both leaders, it was finally time to look death in the face and accept it. For most, this was the physical death of their enemy, whereas for Molly, this meant the emotional death of her loved one in her heart and her former self.

Rick and I led them across the field and towards the Sanctuary which we could now see in the distance.

Everyone was focussed and determined, no fear now just pure hatred, except me.

As we all moved stealthily as one we were halted by a loud blood curdling whistle.

It was them.

The noise surrounded us as it felt like it came from all directions.

I looked at Rick and Maggie who were turning around frantically trying to find out where the noise came from.

My heart felt like it was pounding in my mouth as my breathing became more rapid.

I squinted to try and see any Saviours over the hill, there were none yet that haunting sound ensued.

All of a sudden a voice on a megaphone tauntingly shouted 'well shit Rick! Would you look at that? I just ambushed your ambush with an even bigger ambush!'.

Shit it was Negan. He sounded vengeful, almost dark.

I pictured his eyes which wouldn't be that light shade of amber anymore.

He wanted us all dead, I knew that now.

Rick was getting pissed off now.

'How about you step out and face us?' he shouted.

We heard a loud chuckle then Negan said 'Oh Rick I am everywhere! Pick a direction to run, see how you do. Make it fun for all of us!'.

We couldn't escape even if we wanted to, Rick would never let this go.

'Guess what else I did...I brought some of your old friends' he said confidently.

If my ears could prick up, they would have now.

I knew he meant Eugene but the only other would have been Gabriel, but we all thought he had escaped.

'You remember your old buddy Eugene? Well, he is the one that made today possible. Same goes for Dwighty-boy here' Negan shouted.

I looked at Rosita who was scowling now at Eugene's betrayal.

I just hoped he would do the right thing, everything was riding on that.

He knew about Dwight's helping us.

Even though I never forgave him for Denise, neither would Tara, I still couldn't let him die.

I readied my gun when Negan said 'In case you were wondering, he didn't ream you on purpose. No, he's just a gutless fucker that sucks at life and now he gets to stand up here and watch you all die, he has to live with that'.

At this the Saviours stepped forward and formed a line in front of us so that they just peaked over the hill.

'Gabriel, well he's gotta go too. We are cleaning house today Rick' Negan added.

I looked through my binoculars to see Negan holding a gun up to Gabriel's head and Dwight standing beside them, wearing a prisoner uniform.

I scanned for Simon frantically, wanting to take a shot at him first, but he wasn't there.

At all.

Negan was there to show his full force and would've brought his right hand man, unless he was dead.

I smirked vengefully just thinking about it.

'And then there's you. It never had to be a fight, you just had to accept how things were. So here we go, congratulations Rick! This is all on you, you can blame yourself for Molly now as well' Negan said almost with a twinge of sadness in his voice.

Why would Rick blame himself for me?

I shot him a confused look, until the realisation hit me.

He had told him I was dead. What if Negan's anger towards 'mourning' me was gonna get us all killed.

Rick just looked at Negan, avoiding my gaze.

'Goddamn it Rick!' I whispered to him, even Michonne shot him a look of disappointment.

'Three, two, one...' Negan counted down until we heard a loud bang and Saviours dropping like flies.

He had done it! I smirked as I looked at Eugene.

'Now!' Rick shouted as we ran towards them.

Negan's gun had backfired and a casing had torn through his right hand.

'Eugene!' he yelled in pain.

Gabriel punched him in the face as Dwight tried to wrestle him against the bonnet of his car.

Negan managed to push him off with Lucille and ran towards the woods.

'He's running!' Maggie shouted as Rick went after him.

'Keep going! To the rendezvous point, the others should already be there' I shouted to everyone else as we gained on the Saviours who were falling to their knees.

'Don't shoot! Please. We're done. It's over' Laura said as they all put their hands up and surrendered their weapons.

I nodded to her, she had been kind to me at the Sanctuary and after all Rick only wanted Negan dead.

Once they had surrendered, I ran after Rick.

My heart pounding out of my chest and my breathing becoming more irregular when I saw Rick and Negan by a tree with stained glass hanging off its branches.

Negan's POV//

Rick came rushing around the tree as I knocked him to the ground with Lucille.

'Just so you know, the eeny meeny miny moe, that was bullshit. I made a choice, I just didn't wanna kill kid's dad right in front of him. Turns out, that would've been the best thing I could've done. Had I done it, that kid might've still been alive' I taunted.

At this Rick kicked my legs, knocking me off my feet as I fell on my back.

'You're beat. Your people are down' Rick said breathlessly.

I groaned as I stood up slowly, saying 'I'll get out of it, I always do'.

'It's just you and me Rick. You, you are torn open. I am bigger, I am badder and I got a bat' I said smirking at him lying there on the grass.

Like hell I was gonna die.

'We can have...a future' Rick said, his voice straining on every word as he winced in pain.

I smiled, saying 'I know I will'.

He tried to stand up and pleaded, 'just give me ten seconds. I can tell you how'.

I scowled at him, thinking about Molly and how she might be dead because of both of us.

'No' I answered.

'Please just give me ten seconds for Carl' he begged, now standing.

I paused and nodded.

Now I started counting, 'ten...nine'.

'Carl said, it doesn't have to be...be a fight anymore' he said struggling to speak.

I held Lucille up and scowled saying 'he was wrong, eight...'.

Rick panted and said 'no, no he was right'.

My scowl hardened at his pleading for his life until I saw her.

Molly was standing there, behind Rick.

Tears fell down my face as I looked at her.

'M-Mol...' was all I managed as suddenly Rick ninja sliced open my jugular with a piece of glass he found on the grass.

I dropped to my knees, my gaze still firmly on hers.

I knew I would die and I wanted her to be the last thing I saw.

She gasped and covered her mouth as she lunged forward, Michonne stopping her from reaching me.

The others stood beside her, including the widow.

Rick waited for a minute and walked towards them, blood gushing from my neck as I tried to stop it with my hand.

'Save him' Rick said to some doctor.

Those words rang in my ears as I saw Molly's look of relief and the widow screaming 'No!'.

I wasn't relieved when I heard Rick's words.

I wanted to die, after what I did and who I hurt the most, I couldn't face her.

'No! He can't...he killed Glenn!' the widow shouted as Michonne held her back.

I was fading in and out of consciousness when I felt someone stitch up my neck and cover it with a bandage.

'We have to!' Rick shouted to her as she yelled 'we have to end it! Rick! We have to make it right. It's not over till he's dead!'.

When I stopped bleeding I saw Molly looking down now.

She was happy I was alive, but I knew that changed nothing between us.

I really felt like dying now.

'There's gotta be something after' Rick said to the widow as he now addressed my men.

They still had their hands up, they had surrendered.

'Everyone put your hands down, you're all gonna go home now' Rick shouted as they put their hands down slowly.

'Negan's alive. But his way of doing things is over! Anyone who can't live with that will pay the price, I promise you that. Any person here who would live in peace and fairness, who would find common ground, this world is yours by right' he shouted.

'We are life, that's death! It's coming for us, unless we stand together' he shouted pointing at the distant hoard of walkers.

'Go home, then the work begins. The new world begins. All this, all this is just what was. There's gotta be something after!' Rick yelled as some guys lifted me onto a stretcher and put me in the back of a van.

The fuckers were gonna take me to Alexandria, I knew it.

Molly's POV//

It was a curious feeling, the man I loved was alive and yet dead at the same time.

Tears flowed down my face as I watched them take him away.

I never wanted him dead, but seeing how much his presence affected my family made me feel even worse.

Michonne and I held Maggie as she curled up on the grass and sobbed for Glenn's memory.

I understood Rick and I agreed with him, but seeing Maggie like that broke my heart into a million tiny pieces.

Rosita stood next to us with Eugene who had now returned to us.

'What happened to the guns? That you?' she asked him.

Eugene turned to me as I stroked Maggie's hair and nodded.

'Us. We introduced the sabotage aspect to the manufacturing process unbeknownst to my colleagues which was inspired by Molly's purposeful determination and resilience. Plus a few things you imparted on me before I left. Ergo I created a modicum of phooey for kablooie' he said seriously.

Rosita smiled and turned to me and nodded a 'thank you'.

I smiled back, there was a change in the air after that.

I practically felt people warm to me again.

As I looked around, I saw Gabriel and Eugene but not Dwight.

A rush of panic washed over me as I couldn't see him.

The Saviours were now leaving but I saw Laura and I ran over to her to ask her what happened to him.

She smiled weakly and said that he had left but left a note in one of the cars.

I nodded a thank you and ran back to where the Saviour's cars were.

I checked each one before seeing a small folded piece of white paper stuck to the windscreen of presumably Negan's car.

I looked around me to check no one was there and opened it slowly, it read:

Molly,

I always knew you'd make it, thats just the type of person you are.

A while after you escaped, I helped Sherry get away too. I'm not sure where she is but I promise to always keep looking for her. I'm not coming back.

I don't know whether Negan will be dead by the time you read this, but if he isn't, be careful.

Dwight.

I folded it back up and sighed, the guy had practically predicted it.

Negan was like a cat with nine lives.

Just as I was about to walk back, I saw Negan's red scarf on the front seat in the car.

I hesitated but then grabbed a rock and smashed the window so I could grab it.

I held it between my fingers and pressed it against my cheek.

His smell was all over it and it reminded me of our time together.

I didn't know whether I would ever give it back to him, but I couldn't leave it there.

I stuffed it into my jacket pocket, along with Dwight's letter and set off after my family.

#negan #negan fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #twdromance #smut #romance #rickgrimes #maggie #mollychambler #negan x original female character #dwight twd #daryl dixon

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works-of-fanfiction · 7 years ago

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Dating Dwight Would Include...

• You both like each other for a long time. He always stares at you when you're around him in the Sanctuary.

• He's quite nervous when he admits his feelings to you, but you make him feel better by kissing him to shut him up.

• If he ever finds sugary treats whilst scavenging, he always shares them with you.

• You sometimes call him "Dee Dee" instead of just "D". He pretends to hate it at first, but grows to love it.

• He jokingly sings songs to you but he's terrible, so you both end up yelling lyrics to old songs and clapping out of time.

• "A herd of walkers could be chasing me, and I'd still be daydreaming about you."

• You'd scold him for smoking so much.

• He'd become extremely protective of you if any other saviours insulted you, or made sexual remarks about you.

• You are very gentle with him. When you kiss, you softly run your fingers along his face which makes him feel vulnerable, but also safe as he knows you're not judging him.

• He'd flirt with you constantly and whisper dirty things in your ear to distract you from your duties in the Sanctuary.

• You'd either have really slow and tender sex, or quick and rough. There'd be no inbetween.

• He would sneakily take the best food for you and make you lunch whenever he could.

• He would try and teach you how to ride a motorcycle, then clean your wounds when you fall off of it.

• "You can be real fiesty... You ever noticed that?"

• You'd sometimes tie his hair back as a joke, or style his hair whilst he's sleeping.

• You would always wear his clothes to sleep, and he'd have to pry his favourite shirt off of you most mornings.

• You'd insist on going with him everywhere he goes. You'd sometimes beg Negan to let you go instead of some other guys.

• You'd always watch out for each other, and have weapons at the ready. You'd stop at nothing to keep each other safe.

• He'd tell you he loves you all the time.

• Negan would make fun of how soft Dwight is around you, but neither of you would care.

• You would read romantic lines from classic novels to tell him how you feel, only for him to be confused and question what the "fancy words" mean.

• Forehead kisses would be your thing. He'd always give you them, and you would stretch on your tiptoes or climb onto things to return them.

#would includes #twd #the walking dead #tv show #dating dwight #dwight #dwight x reader #fluff #smut #austin amelio #twd fanfic #imagines #oneshots #edits #ships #the saviours

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hornsbeforehalos · 7 years ago

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Hunter And Arrow: Part Eight

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Warnings: Language, the fact that I wrote it, violence, discription of death, main character death, smut, kidnapping, semi-abusive relationships

A/N: I do not own TWD or any of it’s characters besides the OFC’s I’ve created. Do not repost my work anywhere without my permission.

SERIES MASTERLIST

TAGS: @make-things-beautiful2 @reigningqueenofwords @srj1990 @jesbakescookies @aquivercactus @daddy-kink-confirmed @kellyn1604@reedusteinrambles @dragongirl420 @addiction-survivor25 @through-thesilver-lining @redm81 @jodiereedus22 @docharleythegeekqueen

“What d’you mean, she’s gone?” Hunter screeched, eyes widening as she scrambled off the bed to find her clothes. Daryl instantly had his pants on with lightning speed.

“She’s gone! Hun’er I swear she was fine , I went to check on her and-”Maggie choked, her hands moving to cover her face as she sobbed. Anxiety and Anger trembled through Hunter’s frame as she darted out of the room and outside, where a large group had already been assembled by Paul to conduct a search of the grounds.

“Gregory’s missing too,” Paul informed as he ran over towards them, his eyes wild and just as frantic, “You think he would take her?”

“Why would he?” Daryl gritted out, trying to contain his composure as Hunter got more and more irritated and worried as the minutes passed and her baby was no where to be found.

“Because she’s fucking immune and I guarantee you he thinks he can find a cure.” Hunter huffed, her hands fisting her hair as she sank to the ground while everyone gasped.

“Immune?” Maggie stuttered, eyes the size of golf balls.

“Yes, you stupid bitch, immune. Do you know what that means?” Hunter barked, anger seizing her ability to control her temper as she glared up at her from the dirt, “That sick fucking bastard took her because of you!”

“Hun’er, I-” Maggie started as Hunter pulled herself back to her feet, a terrified look in her eyes as she watched Hunter stalk up to her and get in her face.

“If anything happens to my baby, you neglectful bitch, you won’t be having yours, do you understand me?” The malice in her tone made everyone step back for a second, and Daryl quickly reached out for his wife’s arm to pull her away from the horrified mother-to-be, “I will stomp you into the ground so fucking hard I’ll make what Negan did to your husband look like grunt work.”

“Hunter!” Daryl snapped, jerking the woman away from Maggie, “Stop!”

“No! Fuck you! Fuck all of you! I had her safe! I had her perfectly safe until I decided to trust you all! I leave her alone for three fuckin’ hours and all of a sudden she’s fuckin’ missing!? Find my God-damned daughter, Daryl! Or I swear to God-”

The resounding crack that came from the back of Daryl’s hand smacking against the side of Hunter’s face silenced everyone around them. Her face jerked to the side as the red hand print instantly blossomed on the side of her cheek. The glare Daryl received upon her moving her head back towards him was enough to make him slightly regret his decision.

“Pull yerself tha fuck together, Hun. We’ll get her back, ya know we will.”

“I will burn this place to the fuckin’ ground if we don’t, Dixon.” Hunter promised roughly, her eyes still cold and heartless as she walked away from him towards one of the cars parked near the gates.

Daryl shook his head at her as she stomped away, fighting back his own outburst in order to keep his wife in line had never been his strong suit.

“Daryl, we’ll find her,” Paul assured, his kind eyes holding Daryl’s stare with a nod, “We’ve already radioed Rick and Simon, you know we’ll find them.”

“Ya’ll best pray we do,” Daryl snarled, his nostrils flaring as his eyes moved from Paul to Maggie, “Cuz I don’ thank I’mma be able to hol’ my wife back if ya don’t.”

“PUT ME DOWN! NOW!” Arrow screeched, fighting against Gregory’s hold on her as he carried her through the woods.

“Will you be quiet? Those things are near by!” Gregory shushed, his hand moving to be placed in front of the girl’s mouth. He only needed to get her to the little cabin that he new the scientist was holding up in, “You’re gonna be what saves me, little girl, don’t you want that?”

Arrow responded by biting into the man’s hand as hard as she could with her little teeth, successfully breaking the skin and earning her a smack from Gregory.

“Be quiet, you little brat, or I swear I’ll leave you out here.”

“My mama’s gon’ kill you!” Arrow shouted, still fighting against him as he pulled her onto the porch of the run down shack.

“Eugene! I know you’re here, please, let me in!” Gregory yelled, banging on the door and fathering the attention of a couple dead ones prowling near by, “Open the door!”

Hunter made the trip to The Sanctuary in half the time it normally would, pushing the truck she was driving as far as the engine’s governor would allow. The light was just starting to break over the horizon and peak through the trees as the gates to the compound were pushed open to allow her through. She was met by both Simon and Dwight as she climbed out of the cab of the vehicle, the two men baring equally grave faces. Simon’s eyes were red and puffy, obviously from crying and he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping Hunter up in his arms and squeezing her even though he knew remembered she wasn’t fond of physical contact. She stiffened in his embrace but let him hold her for a moment, knowing that he had just a big of a soft spot for her daughter as Negan had had. He let her pull away after a second and she looked up at him with the same coldness he’d never forget, but he still managed to crack a smile.

“We’ll find her, Hun’er, we’ve got the entirety of The Saviors lookin’ fer her.”

Hunter felt the tears well up again as she nodded, fighting them back as she turned to Dwight, “Gregory’s got her. He knows about her blood.”

“I wonder if he still thinks Mullet’s a scientist, what’s his name?” Simon questioned, his eyebrow quirking up.

“Eugene. I know where he’s been stayin’. Light’s out now, so it’ll be easier to track ‘em.” Dwight nodded, harnessing his bow, well, Daryl’s bow, onto his shoulder.

“You bring them all to me, De, alive. You bring my girl back home to me and you bring that coward to his fucking death sentence, you hear me?”

“Yes ‘mam.” he promised, Hunter nodding at him before he crawled into one of the armed jeeps they kept at the ready.

Simon lead her inside The Sanctuary for the first time in over a year, the air of the compound still smelling the same even though it was thick with the tension. Everyone there knew who Hunter was, knew Arrow to be the fiery child their former leader would dote on day in and day out. The workers of the community all fell quiet as she approached the railing overlooking the canteen, their cautious eyes darting to and away from her as they didn’t know what to expect from the angry redhead who was once one of them.

“No kneeling? Doesn’t feel the same anymore,” Hunter mused as she looked around the area. The hostility was still thick but she knew it was because of her presence, but she could still sense that this was usually a more relaxed environment than what it had been under Negan’s rule.

“S’not supposed to, Hun.” Simon replied, a small smile pealing across his lips, “I ain’t tryna be a dictator ‘round here.”

“Good. You were never any good at it.” Hunter teased, a small smirk playing at her own lips.

“Nawh, I play a good game though.” He chuckled back, scrubbing his beard with his hands, “Had Ne convinced at least.”

“Touche’“ Hunter admitted, looking from him back over the crowd who had gone back to what they were doing. This was what she was expecting when they’d first found her and promised her everything.

“You wanna head out? Prolly can canvas the area and meet up with Dwight after a while.”

“Yeah, alrigh’. Les’ go.” Hunter nodded, turning back towards the exit.

“My mama’s gon’ kill you both! Take me back, Genie! Take me back!” Arrow screamed, furious little terror kicking and pummeling both men as she stood before them. Arrow knew she hated the man with the weird, stupid hair, Genie-she called him, because he had been the one to poke and prod her with needles when they stayed with NeNe. She knew he was a scaredy cat and she knew her mama was gonna hurt him if he didn’t get her home from the other man.

Gregory had given up his attempts to silence and subdue her, the pain of her poking him in the eye and biting him multiple times still stinging. There were a number of walkers banging at the door and windows, scaring the living shit out of him but not seeming to face the small demon-spawn.

“They said she’s got immunity, Ernest, we’ve got a gold mine here.” Gregory licked his lips as he turned to the other man, who looked at him with a blank stare.

“She does contain a defect in her genome that renders a walker bite ineffective, yes, but there’s nothing I can do to help you use that to your benefit, sir.” Eugene responded in kind, his gaze altering from void to remorseful as he peered at Arrow.

“Wh-Wha-What are you saying? You don’t want to save the world?”

“He not a scienfist, stupid,” Arrow scoffed, rolling her eyes at him with her hand on her hips, the very embodiment of attitude as Gregory’s jaw dropped to the floor “He’s a faker.”

Dwight was creeping through the woods around the cabin, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could to not alert the walkers that were pressing into the dilapidated building. There were approximately a dozen of them, but he only had six arrows left from the set that he’d brought, having to defend himself already on his way there. He shot three in quick succession, earning him the unwanted attention of a couple of the rotting corpses that were nearby. He emptied the rest of the quiver into the oncoming walkers and advanced on the rest, knifing them quickly before busting through the already wrecked door.

The sound of Arrow’s scream instantly echoed through the room, Gregory snatching her up quickly to attempt to hide behind where Eugene had stood.

“DeDe! Help me!” Arrow screeched, fighting against Gregory’s hold on her as best she could.

“Let ‘er go, you piece of shit!” Dwight growled angrily as Eugene instantly moved away and cowered against the sofa.

“This girl here’s an anomaly, Dewayne, you know what we could-” Gregory started, but Dwight cut him off quickly as he strode towards them. He grasped Arrows extended arm and pulled him out of Gregory’s arms with little to no resistance from him, the sneer on his face enough to blanch the man’s face and scare the shit out of him.

“This lil’ girl is a child, Gregory, you fuckin’ psychopath.” Dwight snapped, drawing his pistol from the back of his pants to aim it at his head.

“I-I-I was just trying to help people,” Gregory insisted.

“Liar!” Arrow yelled, grasping onto Dwight’s shirt with her tiny fists, “Yer lyin’!”

Dwight motioned with the end of the gun for Eugene and Gregory to sit on the couch as he radioed Simon that he’d found Arrow. He gave the coordinates over the walkie and both Simon and Rick guaranteed they were enroute. Both captives were quivering messes by the time they heard the rumble of the motorcycle approaching.

Daryl busted through the door, crossbow aimed, as soon as the engine cut out, his daughter practically flying out of Dwight's arms and into his. His knees buckled and he dropped to the floor.

“Daddy!” Arrow sobbed into his leather jacket, her tiny arms circling his neck and squeezing as hard as she could.

“Baby girl, Than’ God, Than’ God!” He blubbered into her hair, kissing every part of her head that he could. He didn’t care who saw the tears screaming down his face, he was just glad his daughter was in his arms again.

“My baby? Where’s my baby?!” could be heard from Hunter the moment the sound of another truck ceased, and Daryl stood on his shaky feet to carry his little girl out to her mother. The gasp of relief that left Hunters body was Earth shattering as she let out a wail as she rushed them. Daryl’s free arm that wasn’t gripping Arrow instantly wrapped around his wife, his hand tangling in her frizzed hair as she clutched onto them both for dear life. Arrow moved to cling to her mama just as Hunter’s legs gave out and the three of them dropped back to the ground.

“My baby, my beautiful baby!” Hunter cried, her hands smoothing the hair out of her girl’s face to check for injuries, “you’re okay, you’re okay.”

“Mama, he was gonna hurt me!” Arrow continued to cry, her face buried in her mothers chest for security.

“He ain’t gon’ hurt ya now, baby girl, I promise,” Daryl assured her, stroking her hair as Dwight moved the men out of the cabin towards the van Rick had pulled in.

“She’s keeping the cure from us! Why don’t you want to help save the world?!” Gregory shouted as he was pushed away from the trio, Hunter’s head snapping in his direction at the sound of his voice. She stood on her feet and stalked towards him, Arrow still firmly in her arms. Daryl was fairly sure she would have killed them both on the spot if it wasn’t for him grabbing the hand that was going for her gun in her waistband.

“Hun’er, stop. We’ll get them back to Alexandria. Our girl needs us righ’ now.” Daryl urged, tugging on her arm to pull her away.

“I’m going to fuckin’ kill you, you bastards,” Hunter spit, venom of her words making Gregory cringe and Eugene whimper, “Watch you both turn dead slowly.”

#Daryl Dixon x OFC #daryl dixon romance #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead fanfiction #rick grimes #dwight #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #fan fiction

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bugsyfics · 4 years ago

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Little Lamb

Negan x Reader

Fandom: TWD

Summary: You see how dangerous Negan can really be, but your lust for him makes it difficult to pass up on an eventful opportunity.

Warnings: Smut/notsfw, yelling, aggressive behavior, oral (female receiving), daddy kink

Word Count: 1.5k

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“Who am I?”

“N-Negan.”

“And who are you?”

“Negan.”

“Exactly, we are Negan. So, you better start fuckin’ actin’ like it!”

You found yourself in this situation after talking back to Negan during a little meeting he held with you, Dwight, and Simon. He told the guys to leave so he could have a word with you. Apparently telling him no wasn’t the best choice you could make.

Negan stands from the head of the table and balls his fist, cracking each of knuckles into his palm. Suddenly, he roughly grabs your jaw, making you submissive under his glare and towering figure. You were exactly what Negan desired —a badass woman in combat and a compliant little babydoll in bed. If he needed to break you for you to cooperate, he was willing —he knew you were a little lamb underneath your fiery facade.

“Do you like misbehavin’ even when I tell you to fuckin’ stop?!” Negan grits his teeth, pulling your face closer to his. You can smell the musky scent of Old Spice aftershave on his face as he leans over you. Out of all the things in the world you were actually pretty surprised he was able to find that shit in some abandoned department store. This man was truly the epitome of a father figure. You’re shaken from your thoughts when you feel a pulse shoot down to your core. You press your legs together, suppressing your growing arousal. Negan sees a shift in your demeanor and glances down at the crotch of your shorts.

His hand slides up your leg stopping right between your thighs. He pauses for a moment and laughs.

“Nah, I’m just teasin’… go back to your room.” Negan smirks revealing the dimples tucked in his cheeks and he licks his lips.

Your mouth opens in disbelief. What the hell? How does he go from almost tearing your head off to just “teasing” you? Of course a lot of the stuff you knew about him made you fearful, but at the same time he did certain things like this that made you think he was nuts.

“So, y-you want me to leave?”

“Uh, yeah. Did you not hear me?”

“I-I did—”

“Unless, you want me to do somethin’ about that throbbin’ pussy.”

Oh of course, he could clearly see you were horny. How the hell were you gonna get out of this?

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Negan,” you scoff and look away from him.

Negan squints his eyes, watching as you stumble over your words. “You don’t know, what I’m talkin’ about, huh? Well I guess we should fix that then.” You get a sudden surge of confidence after realizing that he’s just doing all of this to get under your skin. Looking at him directly in the eye, you grab his wrist and snatch his hand away from your lap.

“Actually I think not.”

You know he tries to manipulate and boss everyone around and you weren’t allowing him to try it with you, not today.

“The fuck did you just say, Y/N?”

“I said you don’t have to do shit because I'm gonna leave. Just like you told me to, anyway.”

Focused on getting the hell out of that conference room, which you need to do quickly before he can do or say anything else, you push past him and walk to the door.

“Get you ass back over here. I didn’t give you permission,” Negan grunts and frowns angrily.

“Oh so now I need permission like a damn dog? I’m not your bitch—”

“What the fuck did I just say?!” Negan slams his hand against the table beside him creating a crash so loud you jump back into the door. You freeze, fully realizing how dangerous this man really is.

Negan stalks over to you as silence eats away at you both. He pins you against the door, hand gripped around your throat and his body pressed into yours. “You will listen to me. Do. You. Understand,” he seethes.

“Y-yes, Negan,” you say barely above a whisper.

“You will call me Daddy for now on. I expect to hear it every single time you speak to me —am I clear?”

“Yes… D-Daddy.”

“That’s right baby girl. You don’t want to make me upset again, right?” He speaks into your ear.

You shake your head, “No.”

You kick yourself for giving in to Negan. Of course he was intimidating but you really wanted to hold your own and not be a pussy like all the other Saviors are. In combat you were ultimately undefeated, and to tell the truth, you could beat Negan’s ass right now if you really tried. But a part of you enjoyed being submissive and having Negan talk down to you. It doesn’t help that Negan is your true weakness, he’s drool-worthy. What you didn’t know was that this was all a part of his plan.

Negan’s breath fans over your ear and you feel him bury his head into the crook of your neck. He’s intoxicated by your scent and finds himself unable to keep his hands off of you. “What do you want me to do to you, baby girl?”

He pulls away from your neck and you see that his eyes are hooded with lust. You’re practically screaming in your head from how sexy he is and you want to do anything and everything at this point. He holds so much power over you and you're not complaining.

“Daddy asked you a question baby. You gonna answer?” Negan raises his eyebrow.

“Do whatever you want, daddy. Just make me feel good.”

“You wanna ride my dick, doll?”

You bite your lip and nod slowly.

“Alright, baby. Turn around.”

Your breasts press onto the metal door in front of you and you let your hands keep you upright against it. Negan groans, his hard on pushing against his tight pants. This is exactly where he needs you. He instructs you to take your shorts off and quickly follows, dragging his long fingers across your dripping cunt.

“Mm, mm, so wet!”

“I could eat you all up doll. You want Daddy to do that for you? Lick up all that sweet pussy juice?”

You claw at the door in front of you, “Yes Daddy, pleasee!”

“Stick your ass out, baby.”

You push your ass towards Negan and spread your legs apart.

“Damn, it’s just glistenin’,” he smacks your asscheeks, “Just wait to see how soaked that cunt’s gonna be after I have my way.”

He gets on his knees behind you, gripping onto your plump ass. His tongue starts at your clit, circling around it and ends at your wet opening. You hear him slurping and grunting and you close your eyes tight, feeling warmth coil in the pit of your stomach. He starts to poke and nudge all over your pussy, ghosting over your little bundle.

“Fuck, pleasee Negan! That feels so good!”

His movements halt and you whine.

“You called me Negan, baby. You did exactly what I said not to.”

“B-but it was an accident, Daddy. I’m sorry,” you pout and turn to him.

Without speaking, Negan strips out of his pants and pulls his hard member from his boxers. He loosely wraps an arm around your waist and reaches under you pushing his fingers into your entrance. Your silky wetness spreads over his fingers as he scissors you open.

“D-Daddy I’m g-gonna come!”

Negan smacks your ass harshly, “No you aren’t. If you come without my permission, you’re not gettin’ my dick in this tight pussy of yours.”

You whimper feeling his digits still inside you and it’s torture. Negan pulls his fingers out and puts his dick to your entrance, rubbing his pre-cum all over your cunt. He groans, as he lines himself up. His fingers press into the soft flesh of your waist as he snaps his hips forward, bottoming out. You open your mouth to cry out and his fingers quickly find their way to your pretty lips. He presses his index and middle finger inside and you swirl your tongue across the tips of them, teasing him as if it was his dick.

“Fuck, baby girl!” Negan sighs and he begins to rock his hips roughly into you. It stings and you suck in a sharp breath. If Negan keeps going at this pace you don’t know if you can take it anymore. You throw your head back onto his shoulder and look up at him as he relentlessly pounds into you and you find each other’s eyes. “W-What is it, doll?” Negan says as he tries to catch his breath.

“Kiss me,” you smile up at him.

Negan’s lips touch yours, molding together in a perfect rhythm. He takes his wet fingers that were in your mouth and rubs harsh circles on your swollen clit. “Ahh, ah, p-please Daddy. I’m so close,” you moan into his mouth.

“Release for me baby.”

Your eyes well up, a single tear trickles down your flushed cheek and you moan out incoherently.

“Fuckin’ shit! T-that’s right, doll. Lemme —lemme come deep in that pretty pussy.”

Your hips buck forward and if it weren’t for Negan holding you upright you would’ve stumbled over. Negan’s hips stutter against you and you close your eyes as you come down from your high.

“Maybe next time you can be a little gentler,” you laugh softly.

“Maybe next time you’ll do what I ask you to, baby,” Negan chuckles, pulling you closer and runs his nose up your neck. He kisses below your ear, satisfied with your obedience.

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arwaaxxi · 7 years ago

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Why me ?

Summary- Having Daryl confess his feelings for you, was the only thing you ever wanted in this ruined world. But what happens when Negan shows up and everything changes.

[PART TEN]

MASTERLIST

Characters pairing - Father!RickxReader. DarylxReader. NeganxReader.

Note- it’s going to be a series.

Warnings- Smut in future parts, maybe? Violence. Abuse. Death

Number of words - 1196

Negan might have thought me what hatred felt like

But I definitely thought Daryl what betrayal felt like

When my eyes locked with his, I could see the damage that kiss made

He wasn't disgusted by me as much as he was disappointed and hurt I could see it all in his face 'Is this who you are now?' I could read his mind without him opening his mouth

He was ashamed of me and I couldn't blame him He probably thinks me and Negan has many other kisses maybe we went beyond kissing. He wouldn't know

"Have you ever seen titties before kid?" I looked away from Daryl and that's when I saw Negan standing next to Carl

His arm around my brother's shoulder as he pointed at one of his wife

The anger in me refueled as I charged towards them

I yanked his arm away from Carl before giving him a poisons glare

"Don't objectify him!" I hissed "He is just a little kid!"

"Oh sweetheart, Carl here is a young man! He should do what boys his age do and site a little porn, don't you think?" He smiled as he ran his tongue over his lips

"Don't say all that in front of my brother!" I hissed angrily "you said you would let me talk to him, so let me!"

"Very well, I keep my word! But first I have to take care of a little business!" He smirked "ex-cu-se me Y/N!" He sang as he strode towards Sherry who wasn't very far from where I stood

I stroke Carl's arm assuringly as I gave him a soft smile, but he looked at me with anger as he pulled out of my grasp turning his face away

My brother hated me and I couldn't blame him He might as well have came here to rescue me and here he finds me kissing the person who killed his family

I would hate me

"So it's you and him now huh?" Daryl said quietly next to me

"Dee--"

"Don't!" He hissed angrily "Dont say you did this for me, don't say you did this for anyone but yourself!"

"What are you--"

"We all saw how you kiss him, what is it now? You have feelings for him? Is that what it is? He gives you new clothes and a shower and you owe him now? Or does he fuck you so good you can't get enough?" By now Daryl was yelling and the room was back staring at us

I could see Negan in the corner looking at the situation with amusement

"Answer me!" Daryl said grabbing my arm forcing me to look at him

I knew I had fear in my eyes, not just fear but shame and shock

Never did I expect Daryl to tell me these words

"Don't talk to her like that!" Carl snapped as he pushed Daryl away from me, coming between the two of us "Stop it!"

"I'm disappointed in you Y/N" Daryl said "I thought you were better than this!"

"Ohhhh--kaaaay!! Simon give Daryl a time out!! I think he needs some space!" Negan said and Simon pulled Daryl away from us, disappearing behind the big doors

I looked at Negan who smirked at me before turning to Sherry

"Did Amber sleep with Mark?" Be asked and my eyes went wide

This is why she was acting weird This is why she was jealous of me She thought I had it better Oh Amber, what have you done

"What we speak about when you are not here is non of your business!" I heard Sherry say and I was impressed, this was no longer the scared women I met in the woods with Daryl ages ago

I didn't hear what Negan whispered to her, but I saw how tensed she got, I saw her eyes flicker to me and the to Amber

This isn't good

"Go easy on her." Sherry said quietly and I almost missed it

"Calm down!" Negan snapped "have I ever hit one of you?" Oh god, was he gonna hit her? Oh god, my heart was racing to fast

"No, but i know you, there is always worse!" Sherry whispered and he smirked as he walked towards me smirking

"Dwight!" He called out and Dwight was next to me in a blink "Take the little future killer to my room, and make sure he doesn't escape!"

"I will go with him!" I said as I grabbed Carl's hand

"No, you will go with him when I go to him! For now you stay here!" He said as he motioned for Dwight to move, Dwight grabbed Carl's arm and walked out

Negan walked away from me making his way towards Amber and Sherry stood next to me

"What will happen?" I asked her

"She got to options" she answered me

"They are?"

"Go to back to Mark and work for points...."

"What's the second option?" I asked

"Do you know what does that mean?" Negan hissed and Amber nodded "Do you?" He yelled

"What does it mean?" I asked but Sherry stayed quite, as if living her own nightmare

"Yes Negan, I love you." Amber whimpered

What have you done to them Negan, how could you break them like this? What twisted game have you kept them through?

"I love you to darling, I don't even know why are you crying!" He gave her his sick smile as he wiped away her tears

He got up and walked towards me snickering "After you, sweetheart!" He said as he extended his hand in front of him

I walked in front of him as he soon started walking next to me, swinging Lucile around

"How is Daryl?" I asked him, I knew he wouldn't answer yet I wanted to ask him

"I don't think my wife should ask me about another men!" He said a smile playing on his lips

"I don't think my husband showed keep blackmailing me using the people I care about yet here we are!" I shot back

"Wow sweetheart! You got a filthy mouth on you!" He laughed as we kept walking

"Will you kill Carl?" I asked fearing the answer

"You are asking about men again!" He said in a warning voice

"He is my brother!" I snapped

"Who killed two of my men!" He snapped right back

"Don't kill my brother" I said softly, I didn't want Carl to die, not now not ever

"I like the kid, I won't kill him but I can't let this pass, he has to learn a lesson" he said

"Go easy on him... please"

"Whenever you say these words, it's never to save your skin but to save others, why do you care so much?" He asked me and I could see sincerity in his eyes, something I have never seen

"I guess its my default." I smiled and he nodded

"I will stand here for couple of minutes, give you two privacy, don't take to long!" He said as he opened the door to his room, calling Simon out as I entered to find Carl standing in front of the couch looking at me angrily.

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writertwd · 8 years ago

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New Comer | Carl Grimes x Reader PT1

Imagine: Rick and Carl picked you up in their car on their way to Alexandria to give you a better place. You and Carl seem to find intrest in each other and Rick thinks the same.

A/N: I hope you’ll like this. I’m feeling to write a second part of this serie ‘New Comer’ as it continues with Carl and (Y/N) falling in love. Tell me if you’d like that too!

"How did you survived this all on your own?"

Rick asked while looking through the car mirror to the backseat where you sat, staring out of the window. You saw how the boy in front turned his head, facing his ear to hear stuff better.

"Just like the others." You said quietly, swallowing for a moment - not knowing if you should share your information with the man named Rick and probably his son who you've just met. But why not? They could save your life.

"I've been out here since it all began. I found a place in the city, found a old motel and cleaned all the walkers out," you felt how the sun shined on your face through the window, "i found my place on the third floor in one of the rooms and I stayed there."

Rick squeezes his eyes while stroking his beard. The boy looked over to him.

"And then you guys found me by the gas station and you told me that you had a place save."

"Yes," Rick nodded, "yes, we do. We've got walls, food, protection, weapons and room for all of us. No need to hide anymore."

A small smile lighted your face. Could they really make a change to your life?

"Oh and by the way," the long brown-haired boy said, "you seem chill." Looking to the back, facing you with a little smile.

"My name is Carl." "(Y/N)."

A grin appeared on Rick his face. ‘‘We’re almost there.’‘

#twd smut #twd imagine #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #carl grimes imagine #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes #carl grimes #glenn rhee #negan #michonne #abraham ford #maggie greene #maggie rhee #dwight #Eugene #daryl Dixon #carol peletier

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menoftwd · 8 years ago

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the bad boys looks hot today

#steven ogg #austin amelio #xander berkeley #the walking dead #twd #twd cast #simon #dwight #gregory #twd smut

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ficsforfundota · 3 years ago

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Chapters: 13/? Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Negan Characters: Daryl Dixon, Negan (Walking Dead), Rick Grimes, Maggie, Ezekiel (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Carol Peletier, Judith Grimes, Michonne (Walking Dead), Negan's Baseball Bat Lucille (Walking Dead), Jesus (Walking Dead), Simon (Walking Dead: Saviors), Gregory (Walking Dead: Hilltop), Dwight (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Blood, Death, Protective Negan, Bottom Daryl Dixon, Dominance, Top Negan (Walking Dead), Alternate Universe, Some change to story lines, Daryl Dixon Smut, Sex, Anal Sex, Bondage, Collar, Submission, Truama, PTSD, Anxiety, Fear, Stockholm Syndrome, Sad, Childhood Abuse, Dom/sub, Suicide Attempt, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Pain, Hurt Daryl Dixon, Hurt/Comfort, Emotionally Hurt Daryl Dixon, Public humilation, rough themes, Daddy Kink, Walkers (Walking Dead), Angry Rick Grimes Summary:

Daryl Dixon thought he was being brave when he fought against Negan as he was bashing his friends' brains in. In reality, he was catching the attention of the dominant and aggressive leader. Being taken back to the Sanctuary he assumed it was going to be his death sentence, but instead it grew into something he couldn't control.

However, he didn't know if he wanted to be in control anymore.

Spoilers for The Walking Dead, I do not own these characters but the story progression does differ from the original plot of TWD

#daryl dixon fanfiction #negan x daryl dixon

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justagirlsearchingforamuse · 4 years ago

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A/N: So here is my first twd and first Negan smut, I posted this on ao3 where I will take requests and the link will be somewhere around here but I hope you guys enjoy and have a good filthy fucking time, lol.

The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard in the empty store covered and coated with dust, serene silence had filled the entire store long ago and left it untouched and latex was a scent that remained strong in the store. His eager forest green eyes darted around the store as so many things caught his interest, so many things to play with, so many ways to punish you and the rest of his lovely wives. He had a few other men with him like always, grumpy and always seen as no shit taken kinda guys but with this trip, they couldn't stop grinning and staring at everything that the store had. "Mmh, so whaddya' think guys ... should I pick up a few toys for my girls? ... Give them something to fuck themselves with whilst I'm gone." Negan chuckled devilishly to himself as he crouched down in front of a tall shelf full of many phallic-shaped toys that were now covered in large amounts of dust. A wide box with many smaller yet more pleasurable toys lied in the box, picking up one of the toys, he rubs the dust off of the small silver vibrator, grinning devilishly at the small toy he chuckles. This will be perfect. That's all that Negan thinks of with a sly grin on his lips, he slips it into his back pockets before picking up the dusty old box of toys and motions one of his men over. "Here, take this to my truck, I just wanna have a look around ... see whatever the fuck there is to see," Negan announced, handing the large man the dusty box.

"Of course, boss ...", the man answered carrying the decently sized box out into the driveway, obeying his commands sheepishly almost with a cheesy grin at the mere sight of anything shaped like a penis. Negan grins to himself before sluggishly moving his way towards the opposite end of the store, eager to see what else the untouched store had to offer him. An almost genuine grin always rested upon his lips. But my, my, my did he have some plans for you being his latest wife that he took under his wing. You had taken your time with Negan, you knew he had his eyes on you for quite a while but you weren't going to marry him without knowing something about him, you spent a little while getting to know him. You went on dates here and there even though a good portion of those dates were just you guys driving away from the Saviors and having lunch somewhere else. Or Negan and you spend almost all day in his bedroom, no fucking, no weapons, no zombies just two people in baggy clothes and not a fuck to give in the world as you guys either talked or watched movies. Honestly, you had made your decision when he started opening up to you more or when he started to smile more around you, or when he just seemed lighter and more alive. You thought things might be different. Now here you are, hanging out with one of his wives, a glass of water for you as you both talked about your past lives before hell had became reality. You both relaxed on the couch, she grinned widely at your past with more than one of his wives always holding a glass of wine, honestly, you weren't a big fan of alcohol especially since you didn't have the best past. One dealing with alcoholism and it was your past that you kept buried.

The wives weren't that bad at least not most of them, sure some of them gave you the side-eye or would bump into you purposefully but you weren't big on conflict or drawing attention to yourself so nothing ever came of it. You take a sip of your water, unaware of the mischief that Negan has in store for you and only you alone. Sighing to yourself as one of Negan's wives rambles on and on to you about one of her stupid shitty exes, you can't help but feel Negan slip and slither his way into your mind. You thought about when he would be back, even wondering if he was safe, licking your lips a sigh soon falls from them before you see the wide black doors swing open and there is your husband, Negan. He's grinning widely, forcing it on a little too much as he comes in a tall yet decent sized box, immediately almost everyone's minds wondered what was in the box. "Hey, ladies ...! As you know I always keep my promises and I promised to bring my lovely wives something that they'd enjoy. Just a little token of my appreciation for ya'll ..." Negan exclaims excitedly, moving and rubbing his hands together as the poor prisoner who had to carry it had set it down, opening the box and you could hear glass clinking together. Ugh, alcohol. You immediately rolled your eyes, sighing to yourself before thinking of maybe snagging a bottle of something in case of emergencies, you knew that Negan and mostly everyone there loved alcohol. It's not that you didn't like alcohol especially since you found yourself drinking more often than not due to stress but you just didn't want to acquire a habit that you couldn't get freed of. You watched as all the girls got up to go see what was in the box and the excitement that you could feel in the room as they all began to raid the box for alcohol.

You remained seated on the couch with a glass of water, sighing to yourself before taking a sip, thinking to yourself about your past for a few moments making you swallow your water deeply at the painful memories. "Why don't you go and grab a bottle before they steal it all ...? Oh, my bad ... you know starting to get forgetful, you rarely drink and even then you always complain about how bad it smells ..." Negan chuckles to himself, grinning at you eagerly as he couldn't stop thinking about the small pocket vibrator in his back pocket, all he had to do was do a little convincing and maybe you'd agree to it. You nearly jumped at his sudden appearance, you chuckle at his words before resting a hand upon your chest as you couldn't stop yourself from grinning in front of Negan. He is standing right beside the couch, right next to your body, you sigh deeply before finally responding. " ... I don't have a favorite ... I mean ... eh, I'll tell you more about it as time goes on and if we're still standing. Also, wanted to cut back a bit on my drinking, ya know?" You respond, holding a now empty glass in the palm of your hands, both of your eyes meet for a few moments and you can sense the lust, the eagerness that darkened his eyes. "Yeah, but since you're not doing anything, darling ... I wanted to talk with you in my room, that's if you don't want to sit here and just drink water ..." Negan snickered, taking your hand into his own before you sighed deeply and got up from the couch, his hand still intertwined with yours. You both walk out of the room, the women almost done searching for their preferred bottle of alcohol, his bedroom was a door or 2 down from that room. He opens the door to his bedroom for you with a wide grin resting upon his lips, you enter his bedroom which was neat as always which you always appreciated. "So ... what did you want to talk about? ... Is it good or bad?" You ask, crossing your arms as you couldn't deny that always on edge feeling that stuck like gum at the bottom of your shoes. He chuckles at your question, he licks his lips before sitting down on the bed, rubbing his chin he can't help but like how smart you are, how you question his intentions.

"Awe, darling you always keep yourself on your toes, don't ya? ... I have a very special gift for you, my darling ... it may be small but it does plenty of fucking damage." He answers, a smirk curling onto the sides of his lips, you can sense the mischief in his expression and you expect it to be something that would embarrass you but it also left you eager to find out what it was. "What are you bringing Dwight to fuck me ...? Cause you already know my thoughts on that, love." You chuckle, rolling your eyes with a devilish grin curling onto your lips, Negan couldn't stop himself from chuckling before putting a hand on his chest. "Oh, darling ... aren't you able to murder people with your words? But that's not it, my dear wife ... I'll show you it, I think you'll enjoy it. A lot." Negan chuckles, stopping himself from nearly bursting into laughter at your words, he digs his hand through his pocket and pulls out the small silver bullet vibrator. He then pulls out the remote control he found scavenging through the store, you stare at the silver toy in the palm of his hands for a few moments before biting your lips. "I ... we can use it in the bedroom ... you don't have to ask me twice, ha. I'll enjoy this gift, Negan ... thank you, love." You say, trying to hide the smile that curled onto your lips, you sit beside him and reach out to take it from the palm of his hand before he balls his hand up into a fist. "Ah, ah, ah~ ...! Not yet, my darling ... you must know that I want to do so much more than just use this in the bedroom. ... If anything, I've been thinking of all the ways I could use this little fuckin' toy on you outside of the bedroom." Negan confesses, a smirk resting upon his lips as your mouth becomes agape at the idea that he just explained to you.

"But ... I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. I just have never done something like that, I mean that sounds like it can be so fucking embarrassing. Is that what you want to do? Embarrass me?" You exclaim, your cheeks now a rosy red and your lips pursed together. Negan chuckles before moving his hand onto your exposed thigh, you can feel your stomach flutter with butterflies as you can already see it. You can see you making a fool out of yourself, you can see yourself being branded in the eyes of some as a slut or a whore because of this idea. It mortifies you. "Come on, darling ... you know if things get too messy or too embarrassing I'll drag you off to my bedroom and make it up to you, love. It'll just be for 10 minutes, I wanna see how you handle it. Still, we don't have to if you're not keen on that idea." Negan purrs in your ear, you can feel your body shudder at the lewd and sultriness that drips off of every word, you take in a breath as you can feel his hand travel even higher. Licking your lips, you can feel your cheeks become even hotter and your body is surrendering to all of his charms and you can't stop yourself from being interested in the idea, you can't stop yourself from wanting to see how it plays out. " ... I'm interested in it. But you better keep your promise, if things get too embarrassing or if I draw too much attention then drag me out of there." You exclaim, grasping at his infamous leather jacket and you turn your attention towards him, you could see and just sense the lust and the arousal that darkened his eyes, that influenced his body. He chuckles as his devilish grin grows even wider, he licks his lips before burying his face into your neck, sucking and nipping at the smooth skin.

"Mmh ..." You groan, your fingers tangle themselves in his air and you can feel his hand press against the hem of your panties, igniting this spark of arousal that had you gasping his name lowly. You feel his fingers pull and tug at the waistband of your panties as he slowly pulls them down to your ankles, he then takes the slim and short toy and spreads your legs apart. You can't help but shiver and shudder at the cold feeling of the metal entering you, your walls cling to the slender toy and you can feel Negan's hands pull your panties back up onto your waist. He pulls away from your neck, before pressing a sloppy yet messy kiss against your lips, he savors the messy aspect of the kiss as you can feel his tongue try and pry your lips apart. You grin into the kiss before pulling away shyly, your eyes dart away from his lustful ones, your hands rest themselves on his shoulders. "Come on, let's see how this goes, love." You shyly say, getting up from the bed as you straighten your skirt out, you can feel every hair on the surface of your skin stand tall and your nerves become more visible. Boy, did he make a fool out of you, God the first 5 minutes were mortifying.

You were 5 minutes into it and you already felt your legs were numb, your thighs were soaked and dripping with your juices that struggled to stay in your underwear, your entire body was throbbing and aching with demand. Biting your bottom lip, you found yourself on the balcony where Negan announces whatever he needs to tell the community, you felt the toy vibrate erratically and strongly inside of you causing you to bite your tongue hard. Everyone had given you weird looks, you could barely contain yourself and you were completely redfaced, gripping the railing you were panting heavily as Negan had stood right beside you, shit-eating grin widely on his lips. Him enjoying this was an understatement, fuck, he loved seeing you struggle to contain your filthy fucking urges, he loved hearing those low moans that you let slip when no one else was around. But most of all he loved when you came, how your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, and how your legs shook before an audible groan slipped from your lips, he's surprised at how much control he has over himself. He's surprised he hasn't bent you over yet and fucked you hard, oh wait he might do just that. "Negan ... please ... oh fuck ... turn it down, please ...!" You whimpered, leaning against the railing before a moan was pried from your lips at the feeling of the vibrations becoming even stronger. You felt your body weaken and give in to those strong jolts of ecstasy that traveled all over your entire body, leaving it aching and begging for more. "Not yet, darling ... do you know how fucking hot you are right now? I'm surprised I haven't done this sooner, babygirl. I bet you're just so fucking wet because of a stupid fucking toy, aren't you, darling?" Negan chuckles, his words whispered in your ears as not to alert the guards who remained below you both. Biting your bottom lip, you just want him inside of you, you want to feel his cock throbbing in you, you want to feel his hot cum fill your insides. "P-Please ... I need you so fucking bad, love ..." You whine, clutching at his jacket once again, your eyes pleading desperately with his own, smirking devilishly at you, he grabs you by your chin with greedy eyes. "Beg for it, darlin' ... show me how much you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours ..." Negan purrs in your ear, his other hand feeling up your trembling body as you gnawed at your lips, hating him for teasing you even more. "I swear to fucking god, Negan ... please ... give it to me." You whispered, tugging even harder at his leather jacket before you greedily devour his lips, his large slender hands cup your cheeks as he grins into your lips, letting a deep groan slip in between your lips.

"Mmh, darlin' ... show me how much you want it. Get on your knees, baby ... worship my cock and give me a reason to fuck you until you're beggin' for more." Negan chuckles, licking his lips as you waste no time in getting on your knees as your fingers grope and rub against the tall bulge in his jeans. "You better keep your word ..." You mutter beneath your breath as you unzip his jeans, you can hear low and distant snickers from down below, making you nearly roll your eyes at the thought that they were listening. Negan didn't care. No, he didn't give a fuck. As long as they did their damn jobs, everything is gonna be peachy. You can feel his hand cradling the back of your head as you pull his boxers down as well, his thick meaty erection sprang forth, leaking and eager for your warm touch. "Go on ... I'm startin' to get a bit impatient, darlin' ..." Negan coos, a devilish smile planted on his lips before that smile fades away into a long satisfying groan leaving his lips at the new yet familiar warmth wrapped around the head of his cock. Fuck. You lightly suck on the head of his throbbing cock, you wrap your hand firmly around his meaty veiny shaft, you slowly stroke him causing sheer waves of bliss rippling through him. "Damn, darlin' ..." He groans breathlessly, licking his lips, low sucking noises echoed through the large garage, he is savoring and relishing in the idea that his own men are seeing you bend to his very will. Goddamn. You start to move your hands away from his shaft and you wrap your slender fingers around his thighs to keep him still as you engulfed more of his throbbing cock in between your lips earning a light tug at your hair. He's biting at his tongue, swallowing the saliva that had coated his mouth, he could feel the warmth just surround and embrace his throbbing cock eagerly, strong and sustained jolts of ecstasy washed over him mercilessly. "Fuckin' hell, that feels so fuckin' good baby ..." Negan groans, the urge is there to shove your head down further onto his cock but he knows that with patience comes good things. That's if he could handle it or hold himself back.

"That's it, baby ... worship my cock, take my cock in between those pretty little lips of yours like that ..." Negan chuckles before a moan is pried from his lips, you begin to suck him off even harder, causing this energetic sensation to wash over him, of course, it's indescribable but only with thoughts of it being fucking amazing. You begin to slowly move your head back and forth on his throbbing cock, you can feel him twitch and throb in between your lips as you take him almost effortlessly in your mouth. Negan isn't holding back, he's groaning your name and clutching a fistful of your hair as he isn't shy about showing how good your mouth feels around his cock. Little to no time passes before you're bobbing your head at a swifter pace, your head glides up and down his throbbing cock earning deep groans and curses from Negan at the ecstasy that plagues his being. He can feel his body become heated, his heart is pulsating and throbbing in his ribcage as he can feel his entire body fall victim to the ecstasy that you gave him. Groaning deeply, he yanks you off of his cock with a sharp pull of your hair before grabs you by your arms, nearly shocking you before he bends you over onto the balcony instantly. You can feel him nearly rip your panties off of you as they fall to your feet. "Baby, you still want this ...? I promise I won't be gentle ..." Negan whispers in your ear, you grin devilishly at him before agreeing eagerly. "Alright ... don't be shy when I'm up in that tight pussy of yours ... let them hear how only I can make you feel, baby girl ..." Negan purrs in your ear.

He licks his lips before rubbing the head of his cock up and down your soaked slit earning a closed mouth moan from you before he drove himself swiftly into you. "Fuck ..." You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of Negan's thick meaty cock stretching your walls once more and filling you up to the brim. God, you felt everything in your body just tingle and throb with greed and a need for Negan to fill your pussy with his hot semen, just the thought made your body ache for his cock. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, his thrusts start heavy and rough earning low needy whines of his name leave your parted lips along with heavy breaths that rang through the room. You can see 2 men guarding the balcony with long rifles in their grasps, their backs turned towards you and you know that they're hearing everything, you heard them snickering and smiling to themselves but you don't care. Negan grunts deeply, your walls cling to his throbbing cock and the warmth is even better, burning hot waves of ecstasy tear through him with every heavy and rough movement of his hips inside of you. Tugging at your hair, he continues to slowly move his hips in and out of your heat yet he's struggling to keep himself from moaning like a woman in heat, fuck he'd have to fuck you more often now. It was exhilarating. "Negan ...! I thought you promised me ... anything but gentle ..." You groan, trying to tease him into ramming his cock into you at a much faster pace. He chuckles, heavy breaths leaving his lips before his hand swiftly smacks across your ass causing you to jump at the stinging sensation that spread across your ass. "Don't tease me ... I swear I will have you screaming my name without giving a fuck ... I'll do it over and over again until you pass out. If anything I might as well do that, ha ..." Negan purrs in your ear, chuckling before he begins to slam his hips into you earning a hoarse cry from your lips at how his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot. "Negan ...! Oh, fuck ...! Oh, yeah!" You cried out shamelessly, pure fucking ecstasy rippling and vibrating through you relentlessly, leaving you clinging to the railing as cries flew from your lips. Negan's grunts echoed through your ears as he continued to pull himself out of you swiftly before slamming back into you relentlessly and mercilessly. The way you said his name, fucking hell, it just drove him to fuck you even harder.

"Yeah, take it ... scream my name, don't ever let me catch you ... saying anyone else's name ... you're mine. Mine." Negan growled deeply in your ear, he's lightly tugging at your hair before he pulls away from your face, his hands are gripping your hips firmly as his hips slam into you harshly. Your pussy is clinging firmly to his throbbing cock and you're only getting wetter, he can taste heaven when he's inside of you, he can feel how amazing, how mind-numbingly amazing it was to be inside of you. Continous waves of bliss vibrate through him as heavy grunts make their way out of his parted lips, quickly the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the area earning a deep blush on your cheeks when you heard the sound. The 2 men stood there, rifles in hand with massive erections and thoughts that were less than pure, to them it felt so embarrassing yet so ... arousing to just hear the sounds you're making. He continues for a little while, your cries of ecstasy echoing through the sanctuary as the night went on, it wasn't too long before your cries became screams. "Oh! Yes! Negan ...! Haah ... Negan ...! I-I'm close!" You cried out breathlessly, clutching the railing as hard as you can, you can feel your stomach coil and sink into your ribs, your body awaiting your orgasm. Grunting deeply, his hand smacks firmly against your ass, leaving a slightly red mark against your skin earning a gasp from your lips before yanks you by your hair, bringing your head further towards his mouth. "Mmh, baby ... cum for me, cum all over my cock ... don't forget to scream who you belong to, darlin' ..." Negan growls in your ear, his words are dripping and soaked in wanton possessiveness that nearly drives you mad. Your mind is screaming and soon you'll be screaming along with it. Negan grunts deeply, his cock throbbing erratically inside of you as he can feel himself tipping and teetering on the edge, biting his bottom lip hard, he slams his hips into you as hard as he can feel himself finally reach his peak. A hoarse and strained cry of Negan's name leaves your lips as you can only describe it as lightning striking you, leaving your body trembling and petrified with ecstasy that vibrates throughout your being.

His semen coats your insides, leaving you full to the brim with his heated cum before you let out a deep breath, you already know that you'll be all that the saviors will talk about. You know that you'll have to try not to die out of embarrassment or perhaps blame it all on Negan and his perverted mind but honestly, you know that they'll forget about it in a week or so. Licking your lips, you feel Negan slip out of you and you can hear the sound of his belt jingling and you begin to pull up your soaked panties, you fix your dress before letting another deep breath leave your lips. "Mmh, come on darlin' ... let's get you cleaned up and I'll get you straight to bed, got a long day tomorrow. But this has to be one of my favorite nights with you, perhaps the most memorable ..." Negan says, rubbing his chin as he wraps his arm around your waist as you both make your way back to his bedroom. "Of course this will be the most memorable to you ... but seriously, I kinda enjoyed it. Ya know, the ... open aspect and the not giving a fuck feeling that I felt as time went on." You say, grinning at him before resting your head on his shoulder, honestly, a bath and bed sounded so fucking amazing after the day that you had. "Glad I could make you happy today, darlin' ..." Negan says, kissing your forehead as he opened his bedroom door, he sits you down on his bed before he goes to the bathroom, he turns on the warm water and pours a glass of wine beside the bathtub. But by the time he came back you were knocked out, curled up with soft breaths leaving your lips. Smiling softly to himself, he gets you out of your dress and puts you in one of his old tee shirts, and lets you rest in his bed before he leaves you to go attend a bath waiting for him. "Man, this one is different ..." Negan thinks to himself before sleeping right beside you or getting as much sleep as he possibly can get.

#negan smut #negan x y/n #the walking dead negan #the walking dead #twd smut #negan x reader #negan x female reader #twd imagine #twd smut imagine #twd negan x reader

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negans-wifeyy · 5 years ago

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Shake Hands with the Devil pt.1

Summary: Laila was hungry for revenge ever since the death of her sister. The only way to fight the monster who killed her is to confront him in his natural habitat: the Sanctuary. As she infiltrates the kingdom of the leader of the Saviors in the hopes to kill him, things will not go the way she thoroughly planned. What will she do now that Negan has gotten her in the palm of his hand?

Pairing: Negan X OFC

Warning: None for now but eventual smut

Tags: revenge, hate, possession

Word count: 2361

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first fiction that I ever post anywhere, and I chose Negan as the male protagonist because I’m literally obsessed with his character. I also chose a black protagonist because I couldn’t find ANY good fics pairing Negan with even a person of color on Tumblr, fanfiction.net or even Ao3. Since there wasn’t anything I could identify myself with, I decided to write my own thing. Hope y’all enjoy. PS: English is neither my first or second language so please be patient and correct me if there are mistakes or it’s not coherent. Also, the text in italics is in the past and time-lapse are separated by asterisks.

A/N 2: This is a repost from the @thoughtsandthotsss blog. I wanted this fiction and other content to be on a blog focused solely on TWD. So there you have it again and make sure to like and follow again :)

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For the past weeks, I’ve been doing everything possible that was asked of me to do in the Sanctuary. Attending to my duties, keeping my head down, staying away from trouble and most importantly, avoiding the leading man of the Saviors. But here I was now, sitting face to face with him in his “office” and waiting for my faith.

“Well, well, well” Negan started as he stood up from his seat. “Here we are again, Laila. Just you and me. Last time we were here together, you infiltrated my kingdom, killed a dozen of my best soldiers and then, came to this very room with a gun pointed at the back of my head to avenge your sister’s death.”

I avoided his gaze and stayed silenced. Just being in his presence made me sick to my stomach. Unlike everyone around here, I didn’t fear the man with the barbed-wire bat. Whatever reason he called me in here for, good or bad, he could just get to the point, so I didn’t have to converse with him any longer than I wanted to.

“So, you’re just gonna stay quiet? I remember you being pretty chatty the first time we spoke.” He snickered. “Don’t you wanna know why I called you in here?”

“Not really. Whatever sick, twisted mind game you feel like playing today, I don’t think it’s going to require me to respond back to you.” I finally broke my silence.

“Still quick-witted huh? With your track record, I wouldn’t be so mouthy with me. I mean, I did spare your life and let you become one of my hit women. My most reliable one too.” He responded as he got to the seat closer to me.

“I don’t know how grateful I can be after everything that you’ve done” I caught my breath remembering the terror he caused this past year to me and my entourage. “You kept Sasha captive, you used her life to blackmail the Alexandrians and you led her to kill herself. Oh, and let’s not forget you terrorizing and murdering the members of my community. “

“I thought that we buried the hatchet on your sister’s passing sweetheart. And also, on the deaths of your Alexandria buddies.”

“You mean like Glenn and Abraham? They are not my ‘Alexandrian buddies’ they were my family. And no, I still haven’t let that go since I can’t give anyone of them proper justice.” I said angrily to Negan who just stared at me grinning.

“Don’t really remember the two others but I do miss that strong-headed Sasha from time to time” He said which made my blood boil even more. “Could have used her warrior skills here. Good thing you’re here the replace her memory.”

“Leave her name out of her mouth.” I fired at him. His words were really getting to me.

Talking about my big sister again was making me so emotional but I didn’t want Negan to see me vulnerable, so I held back my tears and stare right back into his sneering eyes. I needed to be as fearless and strong as the day I was going to kill him. Even if it was weeks ago and I clearly failed my mission, I still remember that day like it was yesterday.

Negan was wandering by himself in his office where he holds up his meeting with some of the Saviors and probably torture some others. I peaked through the crack of the door and as soon as his back was turned, I sneaked in with my AK-47 directing at his head and locked the door shut.

“Don’t you move now motherfucker” I spat at him as he raised both his hands up to surrender. Even in that position, I could still sense the smirk from that bastard.

“Can I at least turn around to see the face of my perpetrator?” Negan eventually said. “I wanna match the face to the sweet voice I’m hearing”

“Empty your pocket first ” I ordered.

“Bossy. Just how I like em” He said as he threw on the floor all his weapons.

“Don’t be smart with me. I’m gonna search you now and I better find nothing” I patted him down to his ankles in all the usual hiding spots and found a pocket knife that I threw with the rest of his armoury.

"I usually don’t need to use this one. Forgot I had it on me. Sorry sweetheart”

“Don’t give a shit. Turn around and stop calling me sweetheart.”

As soon as he saw me, he immediately recognized who I was. And that infamous grin of his slowly faded away.

“Remember me?” I asked, my voice getting angrier from seeing his face so up-close. “The name’s Laila. Not sweetheart or whatever pet name you tryna call me”

“Ok. Laila, it is then. I do remember you; you’re Sasha’s sister. I think it’s pretty obvious now why you’re here.”

“Yes, I am. I’m going to fucking kill you. For Sasha and every single person that I cherished that you killed over your ego power trip. You fucking psychopath. “ I snapped at him. His smirky little face might have gone away but he still was unfazed about whatever I was saying to him.

"Darling, if you want to end me for some sort of revenge, you’re gonna have to take a number” He said back mischievously.

“Don’t call me darling either!” I barked at him as I charged my rifle at him.

“Wooah woah Laila!” Negan shouted finally shaking in his boots "Even though I know you’re very much capable of doing it, you don’t really wanna kill me”

“What makes you think that? I want your head on a stick more than anything”

“Well, with the massacre that you already caused downstairs, adding me to the list would make you an even more disgusting person that I am”

“You and I are not the fucking same. You knew about the damage I literally just did to your people inside the Sanctuary and chose to stay in your own little space, turning a blind eye. How can call yourself a leader after that?” I said to him even more furious than ever.

“Maybe it was all part of my plan” Negan confidently said with a malicious smile.

“What pla—” I didn’t have time to finish when a sharp object hit the back of my head.

As I fell on the floor, the two last things I saw in between two blinks were Dwight behind me with a gun in his hand and a walkie under the table that was open during this entire encounter. After that, everything was blank.

I woke up possibly hours later tied up to a chair in a small dark room. The daylight coming from the small window brightened the room which meant that I was unconscious all night. In the corner to my right, Simon was standing there waiting for me to wake up. I immediately started squirming and moaning in pain when I saw him calling Negan with a radio. I tried to scream for help but the clothe wrapped around my mouth prevented me from it. It wouldn’t have amounted to anything anyway since Negan’s tall figure entered the room as I was struggling to loosen my restraints.

“Morning sunshine!” Negan exclaimed as he approached me doing his signature “leaning back” jig with Lucille tightly gripped in his hand. “As much as I love the sound of your voice with your mouth gagged right now, I’m really curious to know what you’ve got to say for yourself after the shitstorm you caused yesterday.”

He gestured to Simon to leave us alone and took off the cloth to let me speak.

“Fuck you, you prick.” I said to him without even a flinch. He could bound me all he wants but he wasn’t going to take my dignity, and I could see that it was getting him mad. Negan took his precious bat to lift it up underneath my chin.

“It’s not a habit of mine to put my hands on a woman but if you keep disrespecting me like that, I’ll make an exception. Got it? “He threatened me with the most dominating expression I’ve ever seen. Knowing what he could do, I just nodded.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen. I’ve seen some of your work on the guards that you executed on your way to kill me and I gotta say, I’m very impressed. I don’t usually do this type of thing with perpetrators who try to gun me down but for you sweetie, I’ll bend the rules. From now on, I want you to be a part of this community as one of my hitmen or should I say hit-woman.”

“So, you want me to kill other people for you, even though I tried to kill you? Thanks, but no thanks ”

“Well, I don’t think you really have a choice sweetheart. It’s either you work for me or I feed you to the walkers that we keep in a cage at the back of the Sanctuary”

As he said that, he pushed Lucille harder into my chin. I definitely felt more threatened and trapped. With my hands tied, both physically and figuratively, I had to accept his offer.

“Fine. I’ll do it”. I finally said feeling like I fell right into the trap of the big bad wolf.

“Good. Here are the conditions: You’re going to work solely into protecting the Saviours which means no going behind my back to help the Alexandrians or to try to kill me again. If you don’t respect this, I won’t be afraid to use my Lucille here. Are we clear?”

“Yes..“ I surrounded. As soon as I did, he let go of Lucille off my chin.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Negan said a leaned closer to me and put his hands on the handles of my chair. “Whatever pet name I feel like calling you, you’re gonna have to accept it. It’s my kingdom after all and if you’re gonna be part of it, you’ll live by my own rules. Got it, sweetheart?”

I just nodded back and at that point, I didn’t know if I was more disgusted by his cruel behaviour or by myself for being a sellout.

And just like that, I became one of Negan’s executioner. Although, from my perspective, I became one of the killing monsters who did Negan’s dirty job for him. Any enemy, walker or human, who is a menace to the Sanctuary gets a bullet right in the skull from me whether I like it or not.

The first week was the hardest. I was so miserable being stuck in this place. It wasn’t because I failed my initial mission or even because I was away from my group with no news from them. It was just the daily apprehension of possibly having to gun down Alexandrians who could try to sneak into the Sanctuary like I did. With me going missing and Rick’s thirst for vengeance as strong as mine, it was very likely to happen. Fortunately, another Saviour told me that the day after my infiltration, Negan paid a visit to Rick and the members of Alexandria to tell them that I was now part of the Sanctuary. He also warned them that if any of them tried to come to my rescue, they would risk their life and mine.

It might not have come from the heart, but I still feel like that threat was a gesture from Negan to ease their minds and mine. So that I could accommodate myself better to the situation, I guess. And after that, I didn’t hear from Negan until today.

“Alright now, I won’t speak of her again, especially since she’s not the reason I wanted to meet you today.” Negan said after our back and forth about Sasha. I didn’t understand why he would talk about her knowing how it would make me feel. God, what an asshole he could be.

“What is it then?” I asked him indifferent about whatever he was going to respond.

“Usually, when I meet Saviours in this very room, it’s generally to punish them after they did something wrong, to betray me perhaps.” He said with a deadpan look in his face. At first, I didn’t care about the reason he wanted to meet me but, with those stern eyes staring right back at me, I couldn’t help but gulp. As soon as he saw me sweat a bit, Negan chuckled lightly to himself. “Don’t worry honey, it’s not your case, you can relax”

This motherfucker. He couldn’t help himself but to toy with me a little for his own sadistic pleasure I can only assume.

“You have nothing to worry about precious. Your situation is quite the opposite actually. All I’ve been hearing from everyone around here is how great you’ve been doing. And honestly, their opinions don’t really matter since I’ve been keeping an eye on you daily” Negan surprisingly said.

“Like spying on me?” I asked quite unsettled.

“Not spying on, just keeping an eye like I said.” He corrected. “It’s not like you’ve been doing anything shady babe. I observed you from afar and all I saw was a great warrior protecting her community.”

“You mean forced into protecting it? The Sanctuary is not my community.” I told him very truthfully.

“Whether it was intentional or not, I saw how well you fought and I wanted you to know how pleased I am to see that. Which brings me directly to the point of this meeting”

“I thought we were never gonna get there. Why did you call me here?”

"Hush sweetheart. I’ll tell you eventually, but I need you to keep an open mind”

“Ok..”

“I wanted to promote into a position that will give you the best accommodations you can get in the Sanctuary while still being my main hit-woman”

“What position is that?

“I want you to become one of my wives”

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