#twd negan’s wives

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

At the age where all the blorbos in my head have graduated to young adults now

[zombie-jed]

Here’s to toxic yaoi/yuri 🥂

Scream (1996), Jennifer’s Body (2010), Killing Eve (2018-2022), Gotham (2014-2019), Hannibal (2013-2015), Fight Club (1999), Chucky (2021-), The Walking Dead (2010-2022), Doctor Who (2005-), Saw III (2006), Saw V (2008), Heathers (1988), Interview with the Vampire (2022-), Saltburn (2023)

[eileennatural]

7x07 is a great episode because it's just about some middle aged loser trying desperately to impress the moody teenager who wants him to kill himself

[batfamfucker]

Lori Grimes Is Overhated And Deserves Better (Hear Me Out)

Okay. So. I'm rewatching The Walking Dead from S1. The last time I watched S1 was when it was airing and I was 9/10 (No, not appropriate but alas) and. I remember hating Lori. But I'm rewatching. And I'm on S3. And.

What did she actually do fucking wrong? She's fine. She literally hasn't done anything to deserve the amount of hate she gets. In fact, she went through so much and died so soon. In S3 she mentions how she knows she's a shit wife and not a good mother. But. I don't see why. At the end of S2 Rick and Carl love her. But at the start of S3 they just randomly hate her? What happened in those nine months between the seasons because it's never explained? I get if things were tense because she was pregnant and they were on the run, but Rick wanted her to keep the baby? How is that her fault? It just feels out of nowhere. I legit don't even think she did anything wrong.

People are mainly always like 'She almost got an abortion :(' Bro it's literally the fucking apocalypse. One) She did it with pills she didn't even know would work. Two) She didn't even go through with it. Three) God, if I was her, I would've. That would've been the only option I would've considered.

There are no safe places, they're barely keeping Carl alive, Sophia is missing (Aka, not exactly a kid friendly world), there is no more modern medicine and she could die from complications and/or childbirth (Which she did) leaving her son to grieve his mother this time just as he did with Rick before they knew he wasn't dead. And what sort of world is this for a baby? She said it herself, it would grow up fighting from day one. If it cried, it could attract a horde and get everyone killed, etc. What if Lori is malnourished and can't feed it? They can't just find formula. It, at this stage with them only knowing of their own group, may never have an education, or friends, etc. It would just survive. What life is that? (We know better now, but the group didn't know if that could ever happen at the time. They had no context to believe otherwise).

I cannot fathom people thinking that was a bad choice on her part. And she didn't even do it, instead she died giving birth to that kid. She gave her life because she wanted her child to have a chance at one instead. And people hate her.

The only other thing I can think of is the Shane stuff. But she thought Rick was dead and was grieving everything. Not just her husband and the father of her child, but her own parents (Which she mentioned), and literally the entire world. God forbid she's getting dicked down to deal with it??? Having an ounce of something good amongst all her grieving?? Needing something, anything to cling onto? And the minute she realises Rick is alive, she stops her and Shane's 'thing' immediately. And Shane literally sexually assaults her! And people hate her but like him? Are you fucking kidding me? And she never told Rick! She still tried to be civil with Shane, because he was Rick's best friend! And Carl loved him! She kept it a secret and was civil with him, even though she was understandably scared of him and uncomfortable around him, for them. So that they wouldn't lose Shane. She remained civil with a man that sexually assaulted her for the sake of her family's happiness over her own, and even her own safety. She only warned Rick she didn't like Shane when he started seeming like he was a threat to Rick and her kids. That's it. All of it was for them.

Then people say that she seemed upset at Shane's death. Personally I like to think she was upset at the fact that Carl was the one that had to shoot him. Because she seemed shocked but it wasn't until that line where Rick admits Carl shot him that she actually seems upset. And that she was still processing the 'we're all infected thing'. And maybe even guilt thinking it was her fault that her husband had to kill his best friend, and her son had to shoot him too when he turned. Her baby was forced to kill someone when he's, what, 10? Which is what she was trying desperately to avoid?

Which brings us back to the 'not child friendly world' thing. She's now realising that if she dies, her and the baby become walkers. Or if the baby dies, it could rip her open after turning. And with Carl she had to have a C section. That might be the case this time again. And with no modern medicine, and the farm also now gone, how does she know she won't die after it's born and turn, immediately attacking the newborn and anyone around her? Or the baby is stillborn and she has to watch it turn after just giving birth to it? Essentially, the whole pregnancy is even more dangerous now. And maybe it will be born. Maybe they'll both be fine. But how long until it might have to kill someone like Carl had to? A child having to have something that heavy on their shoulders?

All that. All the things she dealt with and people blame her for all of it.

It just. It reeks of misogyny. I'm so sorry for hating her when I was 10 and didn't know any better. She deserved so much better. If she'd gotten more time, she could've been great. I think she was anyway. She defended Rick all the time, looked after Carl, was there for Carol and Sophia, etc. And people shit on her so much. She was fine. Just wasted potential.

The dramatic car crash over a single walker scene was ridiculous and kinda funny to be honest but I blame the writers more than the character. I don't even know why that was necessary. Like why did they even write it. They were really tryna make her seem useless.

Basically, Sarah Wayne Callies (Who plays Lori) was absolutely right. Lori woulda been great if she was written by a woman.

Lori Grimes, I'm sorry, you deserved fucking better.

[letterstotheflre]

i feel like amber is what beth could've ended up as

[thosewildcharms]

@nina-vonnegut thank you for calling this out because i think what you are describing here is exactly what those 'pov switch' (as you called it) truthers are coming from - that if rick was a total stranger he and his people would seem like sociopaths who kill people in their sleep just because.

but i think that would only work if we were seeing the story from a random savior's POV - specifically someone who did not interact closely with negan at all. n*gan's numbers were large enough that i think that would certainly be possible. this character may have gotten to know a version of n*gan that was commendable via word of mouth only. another option could be if the POV was from character who was so vulnerable and desperate that they essentially buy into the cult of n*gan for lack of better option, much like what we saw happen to michonne in her alternate universe hallucination, and probably what happened to morales. only then would you be on n*gan's side, maybe. but only because you, like the character in question, don't know any better.

because my point in my original post is that n*gan's behavior is objectively awful and disgusting, and for the most part attracts people who are similarly minded (and are therefore also awful and disgusting). and if they're not similarly minded they seem pretty happy to be rid of him (see the saviors calling rick "the famous rick grimes" in 9x01). to that end i think if we saw the show from n*gan's POV or even from someone in his inner circle it would be more of a Breaking Bad situation (for viewers with media literacy anyway since we know walter white has more than a handful of misguided hero-worshippers). much like walter white, n*gan was a normal person (well, in my opinion he sucked from the beginning but he wasn't a killer, you get me) who made awful, selfish choices, became addicted to power, all while convincing himself he was in the right, and ended up a villain. and you can maybe call that an interesting story, but i would hope that much like the ending of Breaking Bad we would ultimately be happy to see him get taken out at the end. that is to say, we'd still be on rick's side even if we didn't necessarily love him the way we do for having known him.

Ugh the comparisons are so annoying. You’ll still find people insisting Shane was just ahead of Rick in terms of adapting to a brutal world. When it’s clear the ZA broke Shane, he never really measured his choices and didn’t wanted to help anyone at all. He was a coward and acted first as a coping mechanism not because he was an efficient leader.

say that anon! it's honestly not only annoying but a little troubling to me when people compare rick to shane or worse, n*gan because what do you mean shane was right and rick needed to be more like him? what do you mean if we watched the show from negan's pov we'd be on his side and see rick as the villain? no the fuck he wasn't and no the fuck i would not!

the show establishes very early that yes, violence is necessary. and since that's the case, to differentiate between the rick/the people we're supposed to love and the actual villains we have to look at their motivation. rick has been incredibly violent, but his motivation is always to protect, not only his immediately family, but anyone who becomes part of his community. the group flocked to rick instead of shane from the very beginning because he cared about everybody's welfare, unlike shane whose motivations were ultimately selfish. i always think about his last scene with rick, how shane says he's better for lori and carl, like he wants to possess what is rick's - hence why he sexually assaults lori in the CDC. he didn't love her, he felt he was owed her. the way shane so quickly and easily abandoned all sense of right and wrong and adjusted to brutality was a red flag, not something to emulate. to reiterate the parallel they drew between shane and beale in the towl finale, shane was willing to sacrifice other people (his own people!) for his own survival. we should see this as a bad thing. by contrast we know, empirically, that rick would sooner sacrifice himself than anyone he considered himself responsible for (see: the bridge). the argument that rick needed to learn to be more like shane just doesn't track for me: we saw in nebraska when he killed those two men in the bar without blinking that he was perfectly capable of doing what needed to be done. we saw it when he was the one to step up and kill sophia when she came out of the barn while shane just looked at his feet. if anything, killing shane taught rick just how far rick was willing to go. as he said in his dream sequence in 9x05, it had to be him. he had to stay alive to keep protecting the people he loved no matter what, even if it meant killing his best friend. that's his motivation.

as for n*egan. well. i can't believe in the year 2024 people are still not understanding that rick fucking grimes would never have subordinates, let alone force them to refer to themselves by using his own name. he'd never kill a child to prove a point and force submission, and would never, ever force women to become his wives and have sex with him whenever he wants via coercion because rick grimes would never sexually assault someone. do you honestly think daryl, glenn, maggie, carol, hershel, anyone in team family would have stayed with rick if he was capable of any of that? do you think michonne would have let him within fifty feet of her, let alone put an entire baby in her if that was the type of person he was? the same michonne who arguably has the best instincts of anyone on the show? who sniffed out the governer's bullshit immediately? no. when shown an alternate reality where she became a savior instead of part of team family, michonne called it hell. she only feels safe when she's with rick.

n*gan's whole thing reeks of egotism and a need for power - seeing his people as cogs in a machine meant to be put to work and terrorized and abused only to be told it's all for their own benefit. the saviors are a cult, whereas rick genuinely sees and treats his people as his family. rick's people not only love him, they're not afraid of him. they know that when he does go too far they are safe to tell him so, and that he will listen (even if it takes him a minute). rick admits he deserved it when michonne knocked him out at alexandria, and being a farmer at the prison was basically the apocalyptic equivalent of wearing the grippy socks and he did it without complaint. he lets himself be guided. as hershel said, he gets to come back, and he always does, because for rick ego and power have nothing to do with why he does the things he does. he doesn't enjoy it - it traumatizes him and he has to recover from it. this is not a person on a power trip who needs to be eliminated, but a person who is respected and as a result cared for because he does what needs to be done - things other people might not be capable of doing - but for the right reasons.

all of this is why the towl finale had to happen that way btw. not just because it was set up from the very first episode from a writing/narrative standpoint (and i'll let the much more qualified @starfruit-green speak on the socio-political aspects) but because there's no way rick and michonne grimes would ever hear the words coming out of beale's mouth and not immediately lunge. that finale painstakingly spelled out, slowly while using small words so people could understand, that rick and michonne's sword, their violence, is the necessary kind that protects, that eliminates the real threat. beale, shane, n*gan? they are the threat.

anyway. thank you to @starfruit-green and @redding for the encouragement <3

[secretmelanie]

Desire For The Forbidden - Negan Smith

dbsf!negan x reader

word count: 3,3k

A/N: First of all, I have to apologize for accidentally posting this before, because I'm fucking stupid and I don't know how to use tumblr properly (yeah, I didn't go through that phase when I was a teen...)

But well... Shit happens to everyone 🤷🏻

This is the first time I've written a TWD fic and the first time I've published a fanfic... I have no idea how this is going to turn out. This story is just something that was in my crazy little head.

Warnings: Teasing, age gap (reader is 23, negan is mid 40s), fingering, face fucking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, cum play, p in v, dirty talk, praise, rough negan

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Your father and Negan have been friends for as long as they can remember, Negan held you when you were a baby, took care of you when your parents were busy and he was your gym teacher throughout high school.

When the outbreak began and you lost your mother to the rotters, or "walkers" as you call them nowadays, You and your father fled their city, ending up moving away Negan, not hearing from him for a long time, thinking he had died.

Almost a year after it all started, you came across a group called The Saviors, and your reunion with Negan came to light. You and your father didn't expect to see Negan in this situation, a powerful and dangerous leader, who had communities in his hands.

Now, you guys live in the Sanctuary, your dad is one of Negan's "henchmen," and you're, well, you. Negan hasn't given you any trouble since you arrived, you basically help the weakest people in the Sanctuary to protect themselves and slash walkers when the Saviors let you out. It's quite boring to be honest.

Well, it WAS quite boring.

Your room and your father's room were on the same block as Negan's, since you are very close. This can be counted as both an advantage and a disadvantage. An advantage because it is an extremely protected and safe place, and a disadvantage because you had to deal with the noise that came from his room when he was with his wives.

One day, it was pretty late and the top of the Sanctuary was practically empty, your father and Negan were celebrating with a bottle of whiskey the acquisition of another community. You were with them, just watching them and listening to their conversations, with a glass of wine in your hand, practically the only thing you drink, as it was the only thing your mother drank. You can't help but notice the way Negan's throat moves as he swallows the drink, how the liquid sometimes runs down the corner of his lips and onto his neck and how he licked his lips after. "He had no right to be so hot." you thought, as you took a sip of your wine.

A few hours passed and your father crawled into bed, and Negan went to a small room that contained a TV and a couch, a room that only the three of you had access to.

You saw him heading there, and decided it would be a good idea to go with him, but first, you needed to get comfortable.

You put on your pajamas, a tight white shorts and a tight white tank top, the print on them is some black kittens. These pajamas highlight your curves and breasts, and it's pretty clear that you're not wearing panties or bra. You know damn well how wrong what you're going to do is, but hey, is it your fault that Negan is so fucking hot? No, it isn't.

After changing, you go to the small room where Negan is, he's sprawled out on the couch, legs spread, and a glass of whiskey in his hand. You look at the TV, but completely ignore the movie that was playing. Some VHS tapes are scattered near the TV.

Negan looks at you, you notice his eyes roam your body and he takes a sip of the drink in his hand.

"Hey, kiddo... It's pretty late, I thought you were already asleep." he says, his voice a little hoarse from drinking. Unlike what he does with his wives, blatantly looking at their bodies, he avoids checking out your body, focusing on your face.

You shrug, sitting next to him, and he closes his legs, looking at you. "I'm not sleepy." You respond, resting your head on his shoulder.

"What film is that?" you almost whisper, looking up at him and meeting his eyes, You notice that he is avoiding touching you as much as possible, something that is definitely not normal for Negan when it comes to a woman desiring him, but you completely understand him, after all, you are his best friend's daughter.

"Just a stupid western movie, we don't have much choice here." you nod to his anwser, your eyes focusing on the TV.

You notice that his eyes are now focused on your body, roaming over your curves and your breasts, focusing on your cleavage, but you ignore it completely, pretending to be focused on the movie. He keeps checking you out, and you smile inside, everything is going according to how you planned.

After a few minutes, you stretch and spread your legs a little, getting more comfortable next to him. Negan obviously notices this, and he holds his breath, biting his lip. He takes his free hand to your thigh, as if he didn't want anything, and you ignore it too, as if just one touch from him wouldn't make you melt inside and your intimacy get soaked. You hug his chest, your hand passing teasingly across his stomach until it reaches the other side of his body, moving closer to him.

"Why don't we find something else to do, sweetie?" he clears his throat before saying it with a little mischief in his voice. "Oh, sure..." you get up from the couch, crossing your arms, highlighting your breasts even more. "I'm going to sleep." a smile spreads in your face as you say this and he frowns.

Your body moves closer to his again, and you lean down, kissing his forehead, your cleavage right in front of his face.

He looks a little shocked when you pull away, and you smile at him, saying goodnight and leaving the room, closing the door. Negan couldn't help but look at your ass when you left, your shorts barely covering that area of ​​your body.

When you closed the door, you stood there, and you could hear Negan saying "Damn, she's going to drive me crazy someday." and the sound of his pants zipper opening, followed by the noise of his pants being removed, and a sigh of relief, which you deduced was when he touched himself. You stayed there for a while, listening to Negan's low moans, and smiled when you heard your name escape those lips.

You walked to your room smiling, your intimacy wet from hearing him moan your name, which made you satisfy yourself before going to sleep. Your plan is working.

You woke up the next morning, and headed to the meeting room, which was where you, your father, and Negan usually had breakfast together. You were no longer wearing your pajamas from the night before, but a pair of sweatpants and a loose blouse, which you stole from your father when the outbreak began and you barely had any clothes to change.

Negan and your father were talking about the group's achievements, and you sat next to Negan, greeting them.

They both said good morning to you, and continued talking. You pick up an apple and bite into it, the fruit probably came from some group, you feel a little bad about consuming products taken from other communities, but you couldn't do anything about it.

You listened to their conversation for a long time, until you felt Negan's hand on your thigh, smoothing it and squeezing it lightly. You ignored it, once again pretending that it didn't make your whole body shiver. Everything was going well, until Negan looked at you for half a second, and his hand touched your intimate area, still covered by your pants, caressing it gently, you didn't know how to react, you thought it would take him a while to create the courage to do that out of respect for your father, especially since you two were in front of him, you just opened your legs a bit, giving him permission to continue. He smirked, and quickly got his hand into your pants and panties.

His fingers began to explore your pussy, gently passing through your folds, and his thumb caressed your clit, as he teased your entrance with his index and middle finger. You had to control yourself, because your father is on the other side of the table, but this is so difficult, since now Negan's fingers are slowly entering you.

Your eyes are focused on the wall in front of you as you try to control your breathing and eat your apple normally, but when his fingers get knuckles deep inside you and curl, you let out a gasp, having to pretend that you choke on the apple when your father asks what happened, earning a chuckle from Negan.

Your intimacy is increasingly wet, and this makes it easier for Negan, who fucks you with his fingers, going as deep as he can, reaching your g-spot, and increasing the speed of his thrusts. You do your best not to moan, your breathing is labored, and a drop of sweat runs down your forehead, you notice how slow your father is, because he didn't notice your strangeness, but you and Negan are obviously grateful for that. Your thoughts don't stay on that for long, as Negan's stimulation brings you closer and closer to your orgasm, making you bite your bottom lip hard, causing your lower lip to bleed a little.

Your orgasm hits hard, and you close your eyes tightly, your legs shaking and your body squirming surreptitiously, as you try as hard as you can to not moan, causing a small noise to come out of your throat. Negan gives a satisfied smile, and only now do you pay attention to what they were talking about again, your father is going out with some of the Saviors, to look for other communities, deep down you hope they don't find any, but you know that not everything goes as you expect.

You finished your breakfast feeling Negan's eyes on you, but every time you looked at him, he wasn't even looking at you. Your father got up after finishing his coffee, and kissed you on the forehead, leaving the place.

Negan looks at me as I take a sip of my orange juice. "Have you seen the time, sweetie? I can't believe you woke up so late..." he teases you, since you're always one of the first person to wake up in the Sanctuary.

"I don't believe you woke up early, Negan, since you stayed busy late." you say it back, and he understands right away that you know that he jerked off thinking about you, and it definitely doesn't bother him.

"Oh damn, you heard it, huh?" his tone of voice is provocative, and he has that fucking smirk on his face. "What did you think, did you like it, sweetie? I know you did..." you just roll your eyes when he says that. "If I say no, I'll be lying."

And that was it, that was the trigger for him to get up, pick you up and take you to his room.

"What the hell are you doing?" you ask, trying to get down, making him chuckle. "Shit, sweetie, you teased me like hell last night, and now you don't want me to fuck that delicious pussy of yours? You let me finger you and now you don't want me to feel your pussy contracting around my dick like I felt it around my fingers? Damn, you're selfish, huh?" he opens the door to his room, entering and closing it with his foot, placing you on his bed, looking down at you.

You feel your cheeks blush, and you avoid eye contact with him, he certainly notices this, and holds your chin, making you look at him. "Are you embarrassed now? It doesn't even look like you were almost naked in front of me, and rubbing your fucking tits in my face when you went to say goodnight." you bite your lip as he says this, and takes a deep breath, you really didn't expect Negan to react this way so soon, apparently he doesn't even care that you're his best friend's daughter.

"You were a bad girl, you know that? Teasing me like that... Damn, I never thought I'd want to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck you" you couldn't help but end up smirking, licking your lips as you looked at him. Negan pulled you close, kissing you with so much intensity that surprised you, but you quickly kissed him back, moaning into the kiss when his tongue touched yours. He makes you lie down on bed, and he climbed on top of you, kissing you violently, while his hands hungrily explored your body, making you moan and squirm when he gave your right breast a hard squeeze. The man pull away from the kiss by biting your bottom lip hard, and he starts to attack the skin of your neck, sucking it, leaving red marks all over your neck and throat. He quickly removes your shirt, biting his lip as he sees your bare torso.

"Fuck, sweetie, you're so fucking beautiful." he sighs, before sucking one of your breasts while his hand massaged the other, he did it in a delirious way, your pussy desperate for his touch once again, as it gets wetter and wetter with every little thing he does to you.

"Negan, please..." you whispered, and he looks at you.

"Please what, doll?"

"F-fuck me, please..."

Negan chuckles, shaking his head.

"Don't think I'm going to do it before I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours..."

You moan at his words, imagining what it would be like to suck his dick, and you smiled.

"Let me suck you then, please, I want to taste you."

He smiled, there's no way he could deny a request like that, especially since you look so pretty asking for it. Then, Negan gets up, and you quickly do the same, kneeling in front of him, "Goddamn baby, are you that desperate for me?" you nod quickly, clumsily opening the button on his pants as he took off his jacket and t-shirt, throwing them on the bed. He had to help you remove hid pants, as your hands were shaking, making him more turned on than ever to see you so desperate to suck him.

As you pull down his pants, you see his dick almost slipping out of his underwear, and you quickly take off that last piece of clothing, his dick almost hits your face, and your mouth waters when you see it, he really wasn't lying when he talked about how big his dick was, you didn't know if you'd be able to make it all fit in your mouth.

You licked the tip, staring into his eyes, which sparkled as he looked back at you. You licked his entire length, and sucked the pink tip gently, making him let out a sigh. You spat on his dick, letting your saliva run from the head to the base, and began to slowly masturbate him, sometimes licking the head, teasing him, but you saw that he was getting impatient with so much teasing and little real action, so you take as much of his cock as you could in your mouth, and he moaned softly, grabbing your hair. You knew he would want to control it, so you opened your lips in an O shape and now he could make you suck him the way he wanted.

The hold on your hair became tighter, and he began to move his hips back and forth slowly, fucking your mouth. You didn't take your eyes off his. Negan quickly increased his speed, but he wasn't going deep enough to choke you, well, not yet.

He stopped for a few seconds, letting you run your tongue all over his cock again, and then he started moving again. His tip started to hit the back of your throat, and he stopped, forcing his cock deep, making you choke and your eyes water, but he didn't take it off, you tried to make him move away, but you couldn't, he stayed like that for a few more seconds, and took his dick out of your mouth, making you take a deep breath, still looking at him.

You kissed the head of his cock, and once again he fucked your mouth, his balls hitting your chin, while his tip reached the back of your throat, until you got used to it and stopped gagging. The noises he made were like music to your ears, he moaned hoarsely and praised you, pulling your hair hard.

When his orgasm hit him, he left his dick buried in your throat, his cum filling your mouth and you swallowed it all. He took his dick from your lips, and lifted you up, holding your chin. "Open your mouth for me, sweetie." you obeyed, and he smiled proudly, "That's it, darling, you swallowed it all", he kissed you deeply, feeling his own taste in your mouth, but he broke the kiss too quickly, biting his lips as he looked at you.

"Lie face up on the bed." you obeyed again, he opened your legs and removed your sweatpants, looking at the puddle in your panties.

"Damn, sweetie... You're soaked. That's all for me, huh? How cute." you just nodded, and he teasingly brushed the tip of his dick against your pussy, which was unfortunately still covered by your panties.

"Negan..." you're almost begging.

"What, princess?"

"P-please..."

"Please what? Use your words."

"Fuck me, fuck me until I can't barely walk." you begged, and he ripped your panties, throwing them away, and penetrated you deep without warning, making you feel like you've been torn apart, and you moan with him.

"Damn baby, you're exactly how I though you would be, so fucking delicious..." he moans, starting to move, not caring if it was hurting you or not, because he knows that that annoying pain will soon become immense pleasure.

He picked up the pace quickly, thrusting into you deep and hard, almost drooling as he heard your moans and saw your breasts swaying in rhythm with his thrusts.

He leaned over you, getting into a position that made him hit your g-spot again and again, making you almost scream as he was going as fast as he could. You hugged him, and he began to leave marks on your neck as he fucked you violently, one hand on one of your breasts and the other holding your hip so hard that it would mark you.

You feel a delicious and somewhat desperate feeling in your stomach, your orgasm coming quickly, making you bite his shoulder hard while scratching his back, your liquids dripping down his cock, making him moan as your pussy got even wetter now.

Your breaths were labored, and just by the way he moaned and fucked you, not caring that you had just reached your peak, you realized he was close too.

He went to take his dick out of you when the time was coming, but you didn't let him, you want him to cum inside you.

"What a naughty girl, do you want me to fill you up?" you nodded desperately, looking deep into his eyes, and so he did, He continued fucking you until he came and filled you, making you throw your head back at the sensation.

He slowly came out of you, and took two of his fingers to your pussy, taking some of his cum that was mixed with your juices, and brought it to your lips, you opened them, and sucked his fingers, tasting your mixed fluids.

He smirked, and looked at your pussy, his cum dripping from it, and he pushed back inside.

"Keep my cum inside you, sweetie." you just nodded, looking at him, his hair is wet, and his breathing labored, just like yours.

He lay down next to you, and you quickly hugged him, resting your head on his chest, sighing.

"That was so fucking wrong" you muttered, and he nodded, shruging.

"It was, but I don't give a fuck."

"Yeah, me neither."

[ghostboneswrites2]

Easy Street || One Shot

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Anon request from my old account: "can you write something about reader being daryls girlfriend and negan takes an interest towards her (like with olivia) and takes her with him maybe she becomes one of negans wife and he kisses her infront of daryl but both of them know they cant do anything shortly after they escape together…"

Summary: Negan taunts Daryl with you in some cruel ways.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: You're forced to be with Negan, so, there's that.., profanity psychological torture, TWD typical physical abuse/violence, but you do get a happy ending :)

        Every time he touched you, you cringed. He'd go to plant a kiss on you, you turned away. His hands were inescapable, as were his words. 

        "You're mine now, sweetheart." He'd say in your ear. Your chest would feel hot and tight, as if at any moment you'd simply explode. But you couldn't fight back, you couldn't swear or cry. No, that would only hurt the other man, the one you truly loved. The one you wanted to be with. The one who was being held in a cell probably descending into insanity with that god awful song playing on repeat. Sometimes at night, when The Sanctuary was quiet enough, you could hear it playing ever so faintly. That was when you'd cry. When you were around no one else and it was safe.

        You'd often think back to those sweet, tender moments you had with him.

        "Quit lookin' at me like that." He'd say.

        "Like what?" You'd giggle.

        "That."

        The other wives would tell you all the time that it wasn't worth it to think anymore, not about the past. You were his now, and his alone. There was no escape, no hope for return, only him, only Negan. They told you to just enjoy it, that you had it better than anyone else in The Sanctuary, or anyone in the communities they exploited.

        That wasn't an option for you, though. You needed that hope, those sparking glimpses of what you had, or everything would just be dark.

        "Hey there." Negan grinned from behind you, where you had been leaning your forearms on the counter, head hanging low. Your hair cascaded around you, a messy curtain shielding you from the room around you. "What do ya say we.. Go out?"

        You turned your head a little, not turning to face him but enough to acknowledge him.

        "Yeah, like, a date!" He chuckled enthusiastically. 

        "A date." You scoffed.

        "Well, that's what husbands and wives do, right?"

        "Yeah." You said lowly, voice laced with sorrow and defeat.

        It irked him the way he could give you the best life out of anyone you or he knew, aside from his other wives, but somehow you still managed to take it for granted. He had a plan, though, that he was sure would scare you into obedience. He wanted to treat you well, as he did all the wives, but his sympathy only went so far. What he wanted above all else was submission. He could never love you or anyone the way he loved Lucille, and since he could never get her back, he'd simply collect the pretty girls he came across like trophies.

        "Well, what the fuck are we waitin' for, my beloved?" He chuckled, sarcasm oozing from his tongue. "Let's get movin'! Got somethin' real special planned for you."

        Your heart sank a little. He was a charismatic man, but he only showed this much excitement when he expected to bring misery on someone else.

----

        "We're on easy street         And it feels so sweet"

        "Now this, darlin', I think you'll really like." Negan said with that shit eating grin that dug under your skin and made your stomach churn.

        "'Cause the world is 'bout a treat         When you're on easy street"

        He never took his eyes off of you as he gleefully reached for the thick metal door and pulled it open. Darkness leaked out. It felt like the shadows were slithering across the floor and reaching for your feat, ready to wrap around your ankles and tug you in.

        "And we're breaking out the good champagne         We're sitting pretty on the gravy train"

        "Well, go on. After you." He urged you, holding his hand out and stepping to the side like the doorman at a fancy hotel. You swallowed a dry gulp and sucked in a breath of bravery. Had you not been good enough? Was it your turn to be in a cell?

        "And when we sing every sweet refrain repeats         Right here on easy street"

        You stepped slowly, one foot after the other, closing your fists and digging your nails into your palms in hopes the pain would wake you from this nightmare. When you walked in, Negan stepped in behind you. Your eyes didn't adjust well.

        "Well, come on tough guy. Don't be shy." He said into the darkness. It took a while but a shadowy mass seemed to rise in the corner. As it drew closer to you and the light trickled in over its face you gasped.

        "Daryl." You covered your mouth. Your eyes watered at the sight of him. His skin was caked in sweat and dirt but not enough to cover the bruises and cuts that littered his face and circled around his eyes.

        He looked so miserable. Your chest ached more than it had the entire time you had been there.

        You went to step forward and embrace him but Negan wrapped an arm over your chest and pulled your back into him. 

        "Aht-aht-aht... Don't forget. You're mine now." He whispered in your ear, just loud enough for Daryl to hear. Daryl stepped forward but Negan held his bat out against his chest. "I wouldn't do that." He taunted. "Anyways, I didn't bring her all the way over here just to check out your studio suite. Come on, let's all go for a little walk, shall we?"

        Negan walked with his hand around your arm, keeping you close to him and distant from Daryl who trailed behind the two of you. He took you out to an empty courtyard where a small table was set with some wine and a meal on each side. Two chairs were pulled out for you and Negan and his men stood against the surrounding walls to intervene if Daryl acted up.

        "Have a seat." He told you as he set you in one of the chairs. "You," he looked to Daryl, pointing at him with Lucille. "Stand right there."

        Negan took the seat across from you and admired the setup before him. 

        "My, my. Isn't this nice, darlin'?" He asked you. You were at a loss for words. You just sat across from him uncomfortably. "Don't be rude." He snapped.

        You nodded. "It's nice." You croaked. All you wanted to do was cry.

        "Good. Now, dig in. Don't let my hard work go to waste." He ordered. You glanced over at Daryl. "Don't look at him."

        You pulled in a breath and it came back out shakily. You slowly reached for the silverware and began picking at the food, taking tiny bites. You felt nauseated.

        "Now, is this a date, or is this a date?" Negan chuckled, a mouth full of food. Food that was taken from your people, food that they starved to give him.

        You didn't respond. You couldn't. His silverware clanked as he dropped it on his plate. A frustrated sigh escaped him -- or rather -- he pushed a sigh out to be sure you'd hear his frustration. 

        "(Y/N), dear, why don't ya come over here and sit on my lap?" He asked. You froze. Absolutely the fuck not. But, did you have a choice? "Don't keep me waiting. You don't want to keep me waiting."

        You'd never met someone who could be so happy yet so menacing. 

        You stood slowly, reluctantly approaching him at the speed of a snail, savoring every moment where he wasn't touching you.

        He pushed his chair back to make room for you and welcomed you onto his lap. You felt your body shrivel up as he ran a hand over your back and brushed your hair with his fingers. With your back turned to him you were able to sneak a glance toward Daryl. Your heart just shattered more. He looked so pained seeing you touched by another man, especially against your will. Maybe he could handle it if you decided to want someone else, maybe he could stomach that. But watching you endure psychological torture was too much to bare.

        "Turn this way." Negan coaxed, pulling your thighs to the side to spin you. Now your body faced Daryl, but your face didn't because Negan had a gentle yet firm hold of your jaw and he was turning your face to him.

        He leaned in slowly and connected his lips with yours. You went rigid, frozen solid. You couldn't escape his kiss this time. Any resistance would have been a greenlight to his soldiers to hurt Daryl even worse.

        Daryl couldn't take anymore though. He'd be beaten to death if it meant he didn't have to see that anymore.

        "You bastard." He growled as he went to lunge forward. His reaction was expected, though. Negan's men were on him in the blink of an eye, dragging him away as he tugged and yanked, trying to free himself from their grasp.

        Negan scooted you off him and stood up. You couldn't take your eyes off of your man, your best friend, your rock. Daryl.

        "That is a tragedy." Negan shook his head, feigning disappointment, as if that wasn't exactly what he expected to happen. "Teach him." Was all he had to say for his men to initiate a brutal attack. Daryl got a few good punches in. He always put up a good fight, part of the reason Negan wanted him to surrender so bad. If he could break such a wild beast, he'd have the best addition to his army he'd ever seen.

        "No!" You shrieked. You tried to run for him but Negan grabbed you around the waist. You collapsed to the ground, desperately reaching for Daryl as the surrounding attackers got the better of him. When they had him on the ground they started kicking and didn't stop. You cringed at each painful grunt Daryl uttered as Negan dragged your sobbing frame away from the scene.

----

        Negan was gone for the day, most likely out terrorizing someone you loved back at Alexandria. Sherry, another one of Negan's stolen wives, walked up and placed a hand on your shoulder. You hadn't eaten in days, barely drank water, rarely spoke. You were torn to pieces, replaying every strike his men struck on Daryl, every sound he made, wondering if he was alive.

        Part of you hoped they'd just put him out of his misery. If there really was no hope, at least you could believe he wasn't suffering anymore.

        "Hey." She said softly. Of all the wives, you related to her the most. Dwight was her real husband, before Negan took her from him. She knew what you were feeling, at least to some extent.

        "Hey." You managed.

        "It's time." She told you. You gave her a questioning look. "Come."

        You followed her out of the home and through the Sanctuary to the building where they kept their prisoners. She brought you to his door. His door. You were sure she brought you to say goodbye, that he wouldn't be around much longer.

        "You can go now. Don't let anyone see." She said quickly before she turned and ran away.

        "Wh -- Sherry! Wait!" You called after her.

        "Just go! The door's unlocked!" She turned to you one last time before she disappeared. She needed not say more. You did wonder if it was a test, but if it was, it was a test you'd gladly fail for even a glimpse of hope.

        You tugged his door open and called his name. "Daryl?"

        He stood quickly, looking behind you for Negan or other Saviors. 

        "Just me. Come on. We have to go now." You urged. You took his hand and pulled him out of the cell, looking around for a way out.

        "C'mon." He told you, tugging you in another direction as if he knew where he was going. The sounds of Saviors echoed from somewhere. He tugged you into a room and shut the door behind him, frantically searching around. 

        "There." You whispered, pointing at a pile of clothes with his vest on top.

        He swiftly changed into his old clothes and out of the grimy white sweat suit they had made him wear before. You grabbed a jar of peanut butter and held it out to him. He dug his fingers in and ate the entire contents in just a few bites. When he finished he wiped his hands clean on his old sweats before peaked out of the door. The coast was clear, and it was time.  He tugged you along, wasting no time at all. He beat a single Savior to death with a pipe in fear he'd ruin your escape. 

        As if God was on your side that day, you two stumbled across his bike. There it was, it was either sign this was an elaborate setup or that you were really escaping together. He threw a leg over the seat and you quickly climbed on behind him. He cranked it and revved the engine. You wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly, resting your face against his back as he sped away.

        You two rode for an hour before he pulled off to the side of the road. The two of you stepped off the bike.

        "What are you doing? We have to go! They'll catch us--"

        He cut you off with his hands, gripping either side of your face and slapping his lips into yours. You let go of any anxiety you had felt and just melted into his lips. 

[misguidedasgardian]

The course of Nature, part (2)

First Part

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of Negan’s brutality, cursing, implied coercion and kidnapping, mentions of polygamy, (c’mon guys, everything related to Negan in the Sanctuary), talking of periods and pregnancy, thoughts about abortion, sensitive content regarding pro-choice… SMUT, a soft mommy kink, rather pregnancy kink, a little biting and a little blood, Negan being a horny jackass.

might miss some warnings. 

TWD Era: Alexandria, Negan Era, (season 7) 

Notes: Seeing Negan saying, “Oh my, look at this little Angel!” and grabbing Judith from her crib did something to me, and here it is 

“Why don’t you want to be my wife?” he asked her, amused 

“Negan, I know you are like a rabbit or a jackass… you are horny and you hump the first thing you see, but I’m like a cool Eagle, or a wolf… I mate for life” she answered simply. And it was so clever he wasn’t even mad, he chuckled darkly watching her intently, hoping to burn the shape of her body and her face in his mind forever

“You are acting like someday I’m going to get bored of you and just let you leave” he whispered in her ear. He felt her getting nervous, the small hairs on the back of her head standing to attention and goosebumps in her arms. But still she acted like he didn’t cause her incredible fear.

“You might” she whispered

“Believe me, I will not” he answered back 

You didn’t want to have anything to do with the other wives of Negan, really, you didn’t want to talk to anyone, you didn’t want to make friends, you just wanted to stay in your room and most importantly, stay fucking alive and not make it worse for your friends in Alexandria

But…   

When weeks passed and you didn't get your period. You were quickly losing your mind

It was hard to keep track of the calendar in the fucking zombie apocalypse. All the electronics went to shit… but you guessed that outside in some place of the sactuary, someone might have a fucking clue.

Your period was like a swiss watch, you were never late, it was like clockwork, so you had a sense of when it was coming, so now, you left your room looking frantically for a calendar, or something 

The wives seemed surprised to see you, but somehow relieved, since he took you, Negan never left your side, he didn’t spend the night with any of them, you thought they’d be angry, or jealous, but the looks on their faces told you they were grateful, and relieved.

Even though Negan was proud to say he had killed rapists and didn’t tolerate the awful act, he did use coercion to get what he wanted, he used it on you, and probably all of them as well. Yes he did give them a choice but… “Be my wife or I’ll bash yours or your boyfriend's brains” didn’t seem much of a choice to you.

“Hey, we have been wanting to meet you” only two of them approached you, a redhead, and a smaller girl, with dark hair and and bangs, “I’m Frankie, this is Tanya”

“(Y/N)” You answered, “Sorry I was hiding in my room” you explained 

“It’s understandable” she drew an apologetic smile. There was an awkward silence, in which they expected you to say something, and all the way around

“I was wondering…” you started, “if any of you had a calendar, or something… a way to tell what day it is?” you explained. They all looked at eachother. The one you knew her name was Frankie took your hand softly and led you to the wall where there was this old calendar

“It’s the 17th” she said softly. You just nodded, confirming your fears, you were late, two fucking weeks late. You drew a shaky breath, tears burning the back of your eyes.

“Shit” you whispered, debating internally if you should share your fears or not

“What’s going on?” she asked you, “you can tell us”

“Yeah” a blonde one that seemed a little out of it also came close to you, “we are so grateful to you” she whispered with a reassuring smile, “For… distracting him…”

“I’m late” you choked out. You heard them gasp loudly, “I don’t know… I’m two weeks late and I feel like shit, I’m probably…”

“pregnant” murmured the blonde one 

Frankie must have known how you felt. Maybe they all did. She placed her soft hand on your shoulder to comfort you, and it worked. You draw a shaky breath, wiping the tears with the back of your hand

“What is he going to do?” you asked, “Is he going to… push me down the stairs or something?”

“We don’t know” she whispered, “we are the ones that take care of it” she explained, “he had never express his want to… have kids”

“He is the one that makes sure we use contraceptives” the black haired woman said

“I’ll go with you to the doctor” Frankie said, and you just nodded, “It’s the only way to be sure”. grabbing the hand she offered you tightly, and under the sad eyes of all of Negan’s wives, you left the room.

“I’m terrified” you murmured, when you came face to face with a man you knew they called Fat Joey

“Hey joey” greeted Frankie, and he eyes you both suspiciously

“Negan wouldn’t want you to walk alone” he said, “specially if you are terrified” you wanted to swallow your own words

“We are fine, Fat Joey” Frankie muttered

“Let me escort you” you squeezed her hand, but he walked behind you silently in your journey to the doctor’s office 

You managed to shake him off of you in the consult, you closed the door on his face.

“Good morning ladies, what can I do for you?”, this doctor gave you the creeps, but he was the only one around so…

Frankie gave you a reassuring smile, nodding, so you turned to the doctor

“I think I’m late”, you whispered, he looked at you and nodded

“Very well, I have a pregnancy test you could take”

It was the most uncomfortable 5 minutes of your entire life, and you were living in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, go figure

It took less than 10 minutes for the two lines to appear, and you truly felt like you were going to lose it. Frankie didn’t say anything, neither did you, but she hugged you tightly and you hugged her back

“Everything is going to be alright, it’s still early”, she whispered sweetly in your ear, caressing your hair, you only nodded, it was true, it was only a couple of weeks… Frankie looked at the doctor

“Is there anything you could give her?”, she asked. The doctor looked at you and then at her. 

“No”

“That’s a lie”, she accused

“Yes”, he said simply

“You have to do something!” you demanded, “Give me something…”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do anything without Negan’s permission” 

“WHAT?” you argued, “It’s my body…”

“It’s Negan’s baby” he said seriously, “I can’t do anything or give you anything without him knowing” He perfectly could, but he had clear instructions from Negan, and he valued his own life more than yours. 

. . .

Negan knew something was wrong when he passed the lounge where his wives were and they all looked at him in terror.

Did someone die?

Did someone escape? or tried to?

He hadn't punished someone publicly this week, so he knew this wasn’t that. And if someone actually had died, betrayed him or escaped, he would have known by now, so, what was it? He looked directly at Frankie, she averted her gaze, but her eyes looked at the wall to the right. He just nodded, silently, and kept walking until he found himself at your door. He knocked twice, but you didn’t answer, so he just went in.

He found you with your back turned to the door, in a fetal position on the bed 

“Hey sunshine” he greeted carefully, and he saw you flinch. You turned, slowly, and he was surprised to see you crying. Did you find out about all the things he had done in Alexandria? No, impossible, “What is going on?” he asked, you were there, in front of him, so you didn’t tried to scape, and you didn’t kill anyone so he wondered what got you so fucking scared of him right now

“I’m sorry” you whispered, “Negan” you called, “I love you” oh how much he could have given to hear you say those words, but the way you say them, it was desperate, you sounded like Amber, you didn’t mean it, in fact, you wanted to calm him down

“What is going on?” he repeated the question, harder this time, making you flinch raising your shoulders and trying to hide between them 

“I’m pregnant” you whispered, you dropped the revelation and then you wanted to bend over your own body to protect yourself from him, and that is what kind of broke him. “I’m sorry”

Of all the reactions he may had that you played in your mind, him chuckling and smiling widely wasn’t one of them 

“You are not mad?” you asked back, and he shook his head

One of the most scary things about Negan is that he was totally unpredictable, you could never guess what’s coming 

In one scenario he grabbed you by the arm and threw you down the stairs, and then made sure to beat you up until there was nothing left inside of you. In another he’d let the doctor get his hands on you, but you never, ever, thought he’d be happy about it

“Aw honey, this is wonderful news!” you jumped when he yelled that, opening his arms in celebration, he never stopped looking at you, “An heir!” he continued, “A little savior, a little Negan or Lucille” you shook in your place when he called his deceased wife’s name

And suddenly, you were more scared.

“A little Lucille?” you muttered, he had told you everything about his late wife, and the thought he might be using you to relive some weird fantasy chilled your bones. Suddenly you felt your eyes wet with tears, and not being able to stop them, fat, bitter tears started running down your cheeks, “No…” you whined. His face dropped when he saw how you started to lose it, you started to hyperventilate 

“Hey, sweetheart, I need you to relax”

“You have to talk to the doctor, so he’ll give me something…” you tried to explain

“Why would I do that, baby?” he asked

“I can’t have your baby” you whined, wiping your tears

“Why the hell not?” he asked, this time his face became so serious so fast you shook in fear

“Negan…” you called, expecting him to understand, “please” he softened his gaze on you, with his gloved hand he caressed your cheek as he smiled sweetly at you, but that didn’t calm you, he was unpredictable and you’ll do well in remembering that. He leaned in and kissed you softly, gently, as he was scared of breaking you

“You are going to be an amazing mother sweety” he whispered against your lips and you only whined, “anything you want, everything is yours!” he announced, standing up, “I’ll tell all of them, to bring you anything you could need” 

“You are going to let me carry this baby?” you asked

“Of course”, he said simply

“Please Negan”, you whispered, “I can’t bring a child into this world”

“It will have hundreds of people that will take care of him”, he said, “we are in the sanctuary baby”

“Negan please”, you begged, he just say on the edge of the bed, cradling your face with his big hands

“This a good thing baby”, he whispered, leaning in and catching your lips with his

“Negan”, you whined against his lips

“You are going to be such a good mommy”, he purred, abandoning your lips and going down your throat with heated open kisses

And you snapped out of your hornyness, you grabbed his face and pushed him off of you

“Darling..!”

“Fuck off Negan!”, you grunted, but your heated face told him your resolution wouldn’t last long, you were as horny as he was. He smiled wickedly

He knew he had chosen well, you were going to protect that baby with your life, your lioness instincts already kicking in 

“C’mon mommy”, he purred, “come to daddy”

“I hate you”, you said, with no conviction in your voice

“No you don’t”

And perhaps that is what was so messed up about all of this

You were scared to death, yes, but you were also… excited

And Negan could see that

He approached you again and held you in his arms, he leaned in and again he kissed you. It was soft at first but then it turned heated, you grabbed him roughly, pulling on the hairs on the back of his neck making him grunt needily

“You like it rough, don’t you?”, he mocked, you didn’t want to talk, you just took his leather jacket and threw it on the floor caresly

Another day he would have make a big fuss about it, but today he knew better

“he leaned over you, wanting to pin you down to the bed, but you didn’t let him, instead you managed to pin him down, straddling him 

“Oh baby”, he purred, “or should I say… mommy?”

“Shut up”, you growled, leaning in and kissing him roughly. he immediately responded with teeth and licks of his own, but as you separated from him, you bit his lower lip until blood came up 

He whined under you, not pained but horny and almost pathetic, you grind your hips against his own, feeling his cock hardening between you, giving you goosebumps

“Hormones?”, he teased, but you shushed him up, you wanted him, you needed to feel him, you needed to distract yourself from everything that has happening

You almost ripped his pants off of him, making him chuckle, setting himself comfortably on the bed, you stood up to toss your own pants away from you, and then you crawled back over him. HIs greedy hands tossed your upper clothes, and finally he had you naked all to himself. You leaned in and kissed him roughly

“Yes mommy”, he teased, and you couldn’t help but slap him, not hard, and he only smiled wickedly, “I loved this side of you baby”, he purred, placing his hands on your hips

“You are so fucking mean Negan”, you accused, “you misogynistic prick!”, but you couldn't stay angry at him, you leaned in and kissed him before he could make some snarky remark. He responded at the kiss immediately, his greedy hands caressing you all over he could, your thighs, your sides, your hips. You rubbed your pussy against his hard cock, and you couldn’t help it anymore, you needed him.

You used your hand to pumped his thick cock a few times, before impaling yourself with it

“Fuck!”, you cursed at the same time, perhaps Negan was so attracted to you because you both sounded alike sometimes

You started riding him angrily, almost like you wanted to hurt him, but that turned him on even more. You started moving your hips back and forth. and the friction in your clit almost made you loss it

“FUCK THAT’S IT BABY”, he whined, and you gasped, feeling your orgasm build incredibly quickly

“I hate you”, you cried when you cummed

“I know”, he whispered, entertained, letting you fuck him for once, admiring the goddess riding him.

But you rode him until you cummed again, finally making him finish inside of you.

You let yourself fall on top of him, as you both recuperated, he just held you, caressing your naked back

“I mean it”, he gasped

“What?”, you asked back

“I will do anything to protect you”, he promised, “I leave Rick alone, I promise, you will be a great mother, I really believe that”, you smiled, not letting him see it, of course.

. . .

“Arat” the girl was on his side on a second, that determined look in her eyes that Negan liked so much, “If something happens to me… “ he started, and she frowned, like he just spoke treason, “If this world is fucked up and for reason I fucking die and Rick the prick is still alive I want you to do something for me, ok?”

“You want me to kill him Sir?” she asked, and he chuckled

“No, I want you to take (Y/N) to him” he whispered, “without me controlling everything she is in danger, I want you to make sure she comes back to her people”

Damn, being a father does change you and your priorities 

He thought with a smirk on his face and a swing of his bat

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[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

Somewhere out there Frankie and Amber are in the fight of their lives with Ticket Master today

[frenziedslashers]

I Love You, And I Don't Say It Enough:

Pt. 2; Baby, It's Okay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) x Reader

Warnings: she/her pronouns used, possible ooc Daryl idk, PinV sex, unprotected sex (wrap that shit 👹), rough to soft sex, canon typical violence, mentions of character death. Not proofread.

About: This is set after Season 7 (meaning if you do not know who died Season 7 Episode 1, please do not read if you do not want spoilers.) This is a little fic about Daryl returning to Alexandria after escaping from Negan. I may have gotten some of the details wrong, but this was mostly for my own enjoyment. If you have a request you want to send in for him or another character, feel free. I will be making a master list for TWD and include the characters I write for here in the next few days!

REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST

The past few weeks had been some of the toughest of your life. Not only did you witness two of your good friends die, but you knew that more blood would be shed along the way after theirs. You just didn't think it would be Daryl. He wasn't dead, not from what you knew, at least. They just took him from you. A man who's helped you survive since the beginning. A man who you grew very fond of, and he grew just as fond of you in return. You thought Alexandria brought hope to the future the both of you could share. You were wrong. At least in this moment you were so very wrong.

You screamed for them not to take him from you. It only made them laugh. Negan made a comment about wanting to take you, too. Make you his wife and Daryl have to watch him treat you like his. "I'll be back for ya, don't cry," was the last thing Daryl had said to you. It didn't stop your tears, if anything it only made them worse. What if that was the last time he would ever speak with you? The last time you'd ever see his face. What if he ended up like Glenn and Abraham... Or worse?

It felt like months had passed without him, but in reality. It was only about three, maybe four days. Living without him was lonely. Sure as hell a lot colder at night than having his furnace of a body cooped up next to you. When you saw him get off the truck, you nearly collapsed. His eyes looked tired, but they still searched for you. They still widened and looked at you with the same love and adoration as before. Negan was quick to stop the interaction when Daryl blurted your name and the both of you attempted to run for one another.

"Well," his smile, god. You'd give nothing more than to shoot it off his face. "Isn't this just adorable? Don't you think, Lucille?" He chuckled, walking up to you with a curious gaze. "We've got little miss Jane over here, and her man of a Tarzan over there." He spoke with a sigh. "Gross." He snickered, looking back at Daryl while circling around you. Placing his hands on your hips. Watching you flinch and Daryl fight with the people holding him back. "Don't touch 'er!" "Hey now, what did I say? None of that, or else I'll shut," He held his bat up close to your face. "That shit down." He spoke, voice getting lower and more stern with each word. Daryl understood, even if he didn't want to. Looking at you with a gaze that told you everything was going to be all right.

Negan chuckled again, leaning in close to press his nose against the side of your hair. Inhaling deeply, and then sighing. "Damn! Does your woman smell nice. Bet she tastes just as good, if yunno what I mean." He told Daryl with a sly grin. "Don't talk about 'er-" "Do you wanna see her brains on the pavement? Because I sure as hell don't! I've seen too many super hot wives die. No use wasting such a pretty face when she could maybe be yours again." Daryl glared, Negan looking back at you with a sigh and pursed lips. "You should really tame your dog. He's gonna bite someone someday."

After that, you had a sliver of hope. That maybe since they were letting him go on runs with them. That maybe Daryl could figure something out and get away. Maybe you'd wake up one night to Daryl climbing into bed with you. Pulling you close to one another and not saying a word. Just holding each other in silence.

Each passing day grew harder and harder. Each day without him felt like shit. Like it was a reminder that you would be alone. You came into this apocalypse alone. Everyone you ever knew and loved, dead. Then you would die alone. Everyone that you ever knew and loved being just as dead.

But then, it happened.

Everyone else saw him before you had. Hugging and reuniting with their friend. Their family. He didn't linger with anyone too long, though. His main priority was you. It was always you, and would always be. He had to make sure that you were safe. That he knew you were safe. "She's in the house. Up in your room. I think she's reading." Tara told him, and he nodded. Giving a soft thanks before racing off in order to find you. To hold you and never let go.

He crept up the stairs. His body trembling along with his breath. Doing his best to not be too fast and startle you, but the closer he got. The more he couldn't help himself. Finally reaching the door to your guys' room. Reaching out to touch the handle but to his surprise. It turned for him. Watching with cautious and wide eyes as the door opened and he was met with you. His girl. His woman. His wife. Though the two of you weren't official, nor did either of you talk about marriage. He considered you to be his spouse. May as well be since his eyes were only ever on you since they first saw you.

"Daryl," You didn't have time to say anything else. Cut off by Daryl pulling you in for a desperate kiss. He was never good with words, anyways.

The hunter was quick to get his point across too. About how much he missed you. How he wasn't about to let you go anytime soon, either. It didn't take long for him to push you onto the bed once the door was shut, and to have your clothes on the floor along with his own.

"Daryl," you called his name out, over and over like a soft prayer. Hands roaming one another's bodies with desperation. Pulling each other as close as you both could. Hungry mouths worked at either kissing anywhere they could reach or muttering soft nothings to one another.

Daryl was fairly rough with everything at first too. Like he was trying to tell you both that this was real. That he was here and so were you. His hips were fast. Each thrust within you deep and desperate. trying to chase what you both wanted. It was rough and fast, until it wasn't.

A slight worry set within you when his thrusts slowed, finally coming to a hault. His face buried in the crook of your neck. You were about to ask if you did something wrong until you heard the rigid and quiet sob that came from your lover. Frowning while your arms reached out to hold him. One hand on the back of his head, while the other rested on his back. Rubbing with soft motions while shushing him. Peppering the side of his head with kisses.

"Dar', honey, look at me. I'm here, you're back. Please, don't cry," you lulled, your eyes watering at the sound of his cries in your ear. You hated to hear or even see him cry, but you were glad that he did every so often. He was so good at bottling everything up. It scared you a lot of the time.

"Dar', sweetheart, please, look at me. Let me see you," He listened this time. Pulling away from your neck to look down at you. His blue eyes bloodshot. He had a black eye and a busted lip, which only made you frown more. Fingers tracing his face with your eyes. "Oh baby, what'd they do to you." He grunted, turning his face to get you to stop. "I thought I lost you," he muttered, a tear rolling down both of your faces this time. Your own lip quivering at his words. Everything finally setting in with both of you. "I thought I lost you too, Dixon." He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against your own.

"Did they touch you?" You shook your head, hands still holding the sides of his face. "No, think ya scared them too much," Daryl chuckled lightly at that. Opening his eyes to look at you again. "Yeah, maybe."

It was silent again. The both of you holding onto one another while staring back at each other. "I love you," you couldn't help but smile at his words. Running your fingers through his hair. Watching his eyes flutter shut and reluctantly open once more. You could easily put him to sleep by just playing with his hair. "I know you do, you have a way of telling me with your actions, always have. I love you too, mountain man." He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you chuckled. "I don't tell ya it enough, I love you. Really do. That's all I thought 'bout, too. That I don't tell ya it enough." He muttered, and you sighed. Resting your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly. "Daryl, I told you. You say it without saying it. I know you do." He sighed with a nod, smiling faintly as you leant up to kiss the side of his mouth. Wanting to continue what the both of you started moments prior, but he wasn't done with his tangent. You wouldn't stop him though, you'd let him open up anytime he wanted to.

"All I could think about in there was you. If I'd see ya again. Hear ya," he spoke. "I was scared he'd.." He paused, breathing a bit heavily for a second as he thought. "Scared he'd take ya from me." "Dar', I'd go out fighting before I let him do anything to me." He chuckled, reaching up to brush some hair from your forehead. "That's what I was worried 'bout. If I lost you," "but you didn't, and I'm here. You're here. We're safe." "For now." You didn't say anything more after that. Only wrapping an arm around the back of his neck while staring up at him.

"I love you," he muttered again, and you nodded, leaning up to brush your lips against his. "I love you too, Daryl." He closed the gap between the both of you rather quick. Humming lowly into the kiss while rolling his hips against yours. Still nestled inside you.

It wasn't long before he was rolling his hips. Rolls turning into thrusts. He didn't move fast and rough like before, though. He took his time. Letting you know how much he loved and cared about you with his actions, again. His hand coming between the both of you to run his fingers between your folds. Your soft noises you released into his mouth were enough for him to continue. Lips traveling down to your neck. Leaving soft kisses and then love marks and bites. All while his fingers rubbed over your clit. Smirking softly as your hips bucked and rolled in order to chase your high, but Daryl didn't let you. No, not at first. He was dragging this out as long as he could.

"Wanna cum with ya," he muttered, kissing your collar bone with a groan. "Then do it," a growl left his throat at your words. Hips finally picking up to the speed the both of you were wanting. His finger rubbing a bit rougher on your bud. Not too harsh, but just enough it had your back arching off the bed. Hands grasping at him to ground yourself. One hand Tangling in his hair while the other clawed at his back. His lips came crashing on yours. Muffling the noises the both of you made as your bodies met their high.

You were the first to go, Daryl following right after. He came inside of you, but you didn't care. Not right now, at least. That was a problem to deal with later. Right now it was all about you and him. Holding each other after your highs became lows and you were both back on earth.

He pulled out, slowly. Doing his best not to hurt you, or himself in the overstimulated discomfort you were both in. "Wow," he looked at you with a brow raised as he used a Kleenex to wipe you both up. "I don't think we've fucked that hard in a while," you chuckled, and he chuckled back. Tossing the napkin into the bin before crawling back over you. A hand cupping the side of your face with a hum. "Ya tellin' me I only fuck good when one's of us nearly dies?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at his chest. "No, 'course not, we've just been..." "Busy?" You nodded, kissing him again. "Yeah," he sighed.

He finally laid next to you after tugging his shirt back on. Letting you pull your own and your underwear back on as well. Daryl kept the shirt on so no one would see his scars beside you. You were mostly dressed so if anything happened no one would see you nude. A precaution to keep both your and Daryl's minds easy.

Daryl pulled your body close to his own. Strong arms wrapped safely around your waist. "How 'bout we blame it on Rick." he muttered, and your brows furrowed, an amused smile on your lips. "What? Our sad sex life before today?" He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Yeah. He's always got us doin' stuff. No time for me to fuck ya." You snorted, rolling your eyes while swatting at his chest. "Shut up and go to sleep, Dixon." He smiled, pulling your closer while resting his chin atop your head. "Love you," you smiled, kissing his throat with a tired sigh. "I love you, too. I'm glad you're safe and home." "Me too, darlin'."

[mx-pastelwriting]

TWD HC - How you started dating them.

TWD x GN! Reader

Summary: How you started dating them.

Warnings: Fluff, Establishing a Relationship

Characters: Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon, Negan Smith, Eugene Porter, Father Gabriel

Daryl Dixon

-After the fall of the prison, you and Daryl got stuck together, and though it was a tough time, he always made you smile—and maybe cry too. You and him did flirt with each other when the prison was working, but neither of you made a big move till now.

-When finding the house, you and Daryl finally had a break, you two talked, and finally you had to make the move, no matter how shy you were at that moment, and it was well rewarded.

-You had told him how you felt, and you knew he felt the same, but he asked, "So what, were we datin now?" You laughed, but you ended up saying yes.

-Making it back to the group finally, you had kept it on the down low, but you couldn't help but get caught holding his hand or being close to him and quickly moving back when someone walked past.

-Everyone knew Daryl was dating you, but Carol was the only one who told him. He walked off to tell you, but you were happy, and over time, so was Daryl. Now he is kissing you in public, holding you close, holding hands.

Walking down the long road, you held Daryl's hand, hearing everyone else talk and joke about things. You and Daryl were quite looking forward, though you had a smile on your face now that you were able to hold his hand in front of the group. There was nothing stopping you, maybe just Daryl not wanting to be in another love story, but you liked it, and he did too, though not admitting it.

You had been tried by hiding behind trees to say you had to go to the bathroom, and by Daryl saying the same just to wrap around to meet you. But since that day you and Daryl started dating, every moment has been one to remember.

-

Merle Dixon

-Meeting in Woodbury, you both crossed paths in the small community, One day he started to flirt with you; anyone would have been disgusted, but you felt something when he called you beautiful.

-You had asked him to coffee, and it turned into something else. He made you feel like nothing before, so you told him that you weren't going to sleep with him.

-He took it well, but he told you that's not why he started to talk to you, so he asked if you would be with him. Saying yes, he looked relieved and happy, his eyes lit up before kissing you.

-Walking around Woodbury, he would hold your hand and give you kisses on the cheek. He even cleaned himself up, wearing nicer shirts and showering every day; it was all for you.

-Would give you a little gift he found outside when he's off, knowing it was a hard time for you knowing he was out there.

Merle kissed you on the cheek before handing you what he was hiding behind his back: "I got this for you," he says in his voice, adding that you loved it so much. He hands you a bouquet of wild flowers, and you smile and kiss him. "Made me think of ya," he says shyly before walking with you back to your place to put them in a vase.

-

Negan Smith

-You only entertained his flirting because he was a very handsome man, but you weren't going to be one of his wives. But he brought you gifts and even gave you points.

-All that made your feelings for him bloom more, but you told him you weren't going to be one of his many wives, so he told you that if you would date him, he would drop all of his wives, every single one of them.

-Without a second thought, you took him up on it. He did move you into his room, but it wasn't soon into the relationship, as he had been asking you to be his for months.

-He would treat you like royalty; anything you would ask for, he would gladly get it for you, and if they didn't have it on hand, it would be on the top of the list.

-Gives you kisses every morning when you wake up, and takes you with him when doing his work, but if you wanted to stay in, he would join you. He lived every day with a smile, looking into your eyes, and loving every part of you.

You felt Negan's arm pull you into his chest; he planted his face into your neck. He laughed soaking in the morning; you were glad there was no one to share Negan with, he had all of his love for you. "Good morning, beautiful," he says in a hoarse voice. You locked your hands, and he pulled them to your face, kissing them. "Are you coming to work with me?" He asks, whispering it in your ear.

"Can we just stay in?" You asked. Looking over your shoulder and seeing him laugh, he takes a breath. "Now that is a good idea," he says before kissing your shoulder and cuddling into you, his warm chest making you shake. He was another person around you, and you soaked it up every day.

-

Eugene Porter

-Nothing really on his part, but little acts such as giving you gifts and saying he noticed that you liked them, and he would stick by you closely you could tell he had some romantic feelings towards you, but he never said anything.

-No flirting on his part, but if you were to, he would get all red and say "Thank you" and walk off.

-But you finally had enough; you knew he had feelings towards you, so you told him you had a surprise for him, it was a picnic, and he sat down shyly and watched you give him the food you had carefully packed.

-You told him you like him and hoped he felt the same, and you would like to see your relationship go farther. He pauses for a moment, taking in what you have just said.

-He said he would like that too before pulling out a little toy from his pocket again, telling you that he heard you liked them. You laughed getting out your celebratory dessert.

You had brought two cupcakes that you had to work tooth and nail to get the ingredients for, but it was worth seeing Eugene's face light up for. Seeing him all happy and speechless made you laugh. You handed him his and watched him carefully take a bite. He hummed with happiness. He was your now, and you socked up every moment, You took a bite of it, but you noticed he had some icing on his cheek.

Taking your thumb, you wiped it before licking it off your thumb. Eugene watched with cheeks that glowed red as you finished your cupcake with a small smile, thinking the same thing: he was yours and you were his.

-

Father Gabriel

-He would invite you to his church every day and even bring you some treats every morning. Even if you were non-religious, he would love to have you there.

-One day you did go and stay through the whole service. He seemed more confident and happy when you walked in.

-After the service, he sits beside you and asks how you liked it. Whatever your answer, he tells you that he's happy that you were there.

-After he tells you that there was a silence before you said "Me too," he puts his hand on yours while looking into your eyes. He told you that he feels a different kind of love for you, and he wanted to take you on a date.

-You agree that you feel the same, locking your hand with his. From that day on, you spend every day with him; you bring him lunch while he brings you breakfast, then he comes over to cook dinner with you, making every day a date.

You watch Gabriel chop the ingredients for the dish you suggested tonight; you have decided that you want to make a move on him tonight. Not a big one, just to let him know that you love him more than you did.

Stirring the food in the pan before walking over to him and waiting for him to pause, you wrap your arms around his waist, putting your head on his back. "I love being with you," you whisper, with the food sizzling in the background, "I love you too." He says that, though not what you had said, you said "I love you more," kissing his back before slowly moving back to the stove.

-

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close to home | chapter forty four

close to home | chapter forty four

plot: the reader is attacked at the Sanctuary

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,232 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, attempted rape/sexual assult, murder A/N: thank you for reading!!!

On your fourth day at the Sanctuary, Negan came to see you after you ate breakfast with the other wives. Sherry gave you a reassuring look, and you followed Negan out the sitting room door. 

It was quiet as the two of you walked, and you tried your hardest to ignore the lighting reflecting off the barbed wire bat. Negan led you through the compound and out the front doors. It was the first time you felt fresh air, and you closed your eyes at the feeling of it. 

When you opened them, Negan stared at you and leaned against the railing. “I thought you might like some fresh air.” He said to you. For the first time, he wasn’t playing his little game. He was talking like a normal person. But you felt like this was another game. One he used to get people’s guards down. 

“I would, thank you,” You said. 

“Sherry says you’re adjusting. I’m happy to hear it. And she seems to like you.” Negan said. 

You nodded but weren’t sure what else to say. Finally, “Thank you, Negan.”

He smiled, and you knew it was what he wanted. “I’m going to be heading to Alexandria tomorrow. I figured I’d give Rick a nice visit and see what the community offers me.”

You froze at his words and didn’t reply. 

“I’ll have Dwight come by before and see if you want him to grab anything for you since this is where you belong now,” Negan said, standing straight up and walking towards the stairs. 

You knew you were expected to follow him, so you did. You kept your gaze low as Negan approached the walker fence, but when you felt someone’s gaze burning, you saw Daryl working the fence. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you felt your fingers twitch. You hoped Negan didn’t hear, but by the smile on his face, you knew he did. When you felt his arm wrap around your waist, you wanted to squirm but stayed still. What a terrible game he liked to play.

“Well, look who we have here,” Negan said, leading you over to the fence. “Daryl’s working the fence. Don’t mind us, of course, just taking my beautiful wife on a walk on this beautiful day.” Negan taunted him. 

Your eyes remained locked on Daryl’s, and you could see the anger rising to his chest. You shook your head slowly, trying to tell him not to do something stupid. 

“Do you have a problem with that, Daryl?” Negan further pressed, “Or are you just admiring the piece of ass my wife is. Do you have anything to say to her?"

You bit your lip to suppress your words and again shook your head at Daryl. 

For once in his life, he didn’t react to his anger, and you wanted to cry for thankfulness. Daryl just simply shook his head and went back to work. 

Negan chuckled and gave your side a squeeze before pulling you along. It took every ounce of strength not to look back. 

Your gaze turned to the man you met yesterday, Jake, standing nearby. He had seen the entire thing and was staring at you. You tried not to shiver under the gaze. 

***

Later that night, it was just you, Sherry, and Amber in the sitting room. Sherry suggested watching a movie, and you decided you wanted to. You needed something to get your mind off of how depressed you’d been. 

You had popcorn for the first time in ages with an iced cold beer, and if things were completely different, you might have been content. And you were warming up to the wives. They were all in the same predicament as you, so you couldn’t hate them. It helped that you weren’t alone. 

The movie was nearing it’s end when the doors opened, and the three of you stilled as men walked into the room. If there was one thing you leaned over the past few days, saviors weren’t allowed on this floor without Negan. So when you didn’t see Negan, you grew worried. 

“Jake, what is this?” Sherry asked, standing up. 

The savior didn’t say anything and nodded towards one you didn’t recogonize, and he pulled a gun on the three of you. 

Amber whimpered, and Sherry grabbed both of your arms. “Jake, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting my revenge,” Jake said. Then to the man with a gun, “Get Sherry and Amber against the wall, now.”

A few more guys walked into the room, totaling seven, and you were vastly outnumbered. Then you heard Daryl grunting as he was pulled in, and your stomach dropped. “What is this?” You asked through your teeth. 

Jake walked over to you and grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the couch. 

“Don’ touch her!” Daryl yelled. 

“Jake, don’t do this!” Sherry shouted, holding a shaking Amber. “You know what he’ll do to you,”

“Negan’s busy with a little distraction downstairs,” Jake said, “And besides, we ain’t killing anyone.” 

Your eyes widened as another man grabbed your arms from behind. You heard Daryl yelling, and you only looked at him for a few seconds, trying to fight off the four men holding him hostage. 

Jake grabbed your legs as you squirmed and kicked, but they got you to the floor in a second. 

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, thrashing your legs and trying to pull your arms free. But the man holding your arms pinned them down, and Jake put his weight on your legs. You cried out in terror and pain.

“(Y/N)!” Daryl’s voice was like torture. 

“You shouldn’t have killed my brother,” Jake said. 

"Fuck you!" You screamed, kicking as hard as you could. "I'm glad that son of a bitch is dead, and I will kill you for this."

You heard the tear of your panties and felt your dress being pushed up. 

The yelling in the room got louder, and you closed your eyes as you prepared yourself for what would happen. Your body shook with sobs, and you tried to pull your hands away one last time before you knew you were defeated. 

Just when you knew it was about to happen, when you were trying your best to block out Sherry's yelling, Amber's sobs and Daryl screaming obscenities, promises of death, and trying to fight, you heard Negan’s whistle. 

Your body filled with relief as you watched saviors flood into the room and Negan slaughter on in. You were immediately released, and you pulled down your dress, shaking and crawling away from the men that held you. 

Sherry darted across the room as you cornered yourself by the wall, and she dropped down next to you, taking you in her arms. You couldn’t stop crying and shaking. 

“Well, well, well,” Negan said, looking around the room. “Here I am, trying to sort out some damn issues downstairs, when Frankie comes up to me and tells me the floors locked, and she heard screaming! Can you believe that?”

“I thought to myself,” Negan said, scratching his temple, “She must be mistaken! For I knew my wives were havin’ a good ol’ fashioned movie night here under my care! And then I realized some of my men were missing,”

You watched through Sherry’s arm as Negan approached the man who had a gun on her and Amber. He took the gun from the man and, within half a second, shot him in the head. 

“So I let Simon deal with the issue while I went to find out what was going on with my wives,” Negan said, swirling his bat. He approached the man that had been holding your hands. “And I do not like what I see.” With one swing, the man was on the ground, dead. 

Then Negan approached you, and you shook harder in Sherry’s arms. He knelt before you, "Baby, are you okay?”

You shook your head no.

Negan stood up. “You see that! My wife isn’t okay! And oh, no, no, no. I do not like that at all.” Negan circled the room, and his eyes landed on Daryl, still pinned to the ground. “And to make him watch? Jesus! Even I’m not that fucked up.” 

He gave a nod to the saviors who had come up with him, and they quickly replaced the four men that had pinned Daryl down. 

“Take these men to the cells; they’ll be dealt with later,” Negan said. 

There was some shuffling, and then Daryl was on his feet, held back by different men. You met his eyes, and your heart cracked at the hopelessness on his face. You wanted to be wrapped up in his arms; you wanted him to tell you everything was okay. But you didn’t dare move. 

“And I guess that just leaves you,” Negan said, looking at Jake. “I gotta know just what you were thinking! You thought you could put guns on Sherry and Amber and rape my wife!” Negan started yelling. His voice deepened, and you flinched at the sound of it. Sherry hugged you harder. 

“I-I..."

“Don’t you dare try to lie to me!” Negan screamed, “We caught you in the act. And oh boy, are you going to regret ever thinking up this plan of yours. You think you can touch what’s mine? I’m Negan!” 

You heard the bat hit Jake’s arm, and the sound of Jake screaming in pain. He dropped to the floor, and you flinched as you watched Negan strike every part of Jake that wouldn’t kill him. 

“We don’t rape!” Negan yelled. The bat came down again and again and again. You heard bone crunching through Jake’s cries of agony. 

“And now look at what you made me do; I made such a mess in my wive's sitting room!” Negan said, “Guys, take him to the doc, have him fixed up. Oh, do I got plans for this one. And get Daryl back to his room, now! And get someone to clean up this mess!” 

Everyone shuffled, and within thirty seconds, it was just you, Sherry, Amber, and Negan in the room. A giant puddle of blood pooled on the floor, your only evidence of what happened. 

Negan helped you stand up on shaking legs, and he lifted your chin to make you look at him. “Listen to me, (Y/N), if anyone touches you, you come to me, you got it?” He asked, and his voice was so genuine you knew it wasn’t an act. “Sherry, why don’t you take her to get washed up. Are any of you hurt?”

“No,” Sherry answered for you, wrapping her arms around your shoulder. “Come on, (Y/N),” She said to you. 

You took a few steps with her before you paused and turned back to look at Negan. You’d never seen the look on his face before. This wasn’t the Negan you knew. This was something different. This looked more… real. Like he genuinely cared about what happened.

“Negan,” You said quietly, and he looked at you. “Thank you."

[suekeyyyy]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ Woman.

Series: Black and white.

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Negan and y/n have a quick talk that becomes a heated night.

Warnings: kind of smut,Fluff, bad language other twd stuff.

The song Y/n is humming:

The sound of music flows through the hallways of the sanctuary as y/n cooks pork chops, mac and cheese, and string beans.

Y/n hummed along with her song y/n was okay with being one of Negan's "wives". The only thing that bothered the woman was how black and white Negan thought of things like with his " people" not every little mistake doesn't have to be met with the biggest punishment. But what could she do her job as a wife in Negan's eyes was for her to sit and look pretty y/n couldn't blame anyone but herself.

She said yes to becoming one of his wives. You could always leave whenever she wanted but she didn't want to leave. She wanted to help the younger girls over there with her like Amber she's such a sweet girl and all she needs right now someone there for her.

Y/n helps all the time whether it be hiding things for her. Y/n finished cooking and made a plate and covered it in plastic wrap and grabbed a pink gift bag. Y/n walks out of her room and strolls over to Amder's room. Her black heels clicked against the cement floor.

As she walks she saw Simon just standing in front of Negan's meeting room staring at her or behind her. She continued walking when someone tapped her shoulder she sigh "My god." y/n said as she turned to see Negan with a huge smirk " Well hello Y/n my sweet sugar plum." Negan says looking her up and down Y/n was a sweet woman who was with the wrong group at the wrong time in the wrong spot. Or the be more specific Ricks group.

" Hello, Negan." Y/n said in a sweet voice I'm trying her best not to sound annoyed with her having to make a detour. Negan looks down at her hands seeing the plate and gift bag " I smell food what did ya make darlin' " Negan says "Um I made cooks pork chops, mac and cheese, and string beans." she says trying to figure out where he is going with this. " Why don't you come into my room we can have a little chat." he puts his arm around y/n's waist.

Negan forcefully moves Y/n to his room as the doors open y/n pulls down the bottom of her black dress that had a gold line around the bottom. Negan close and locked it walked y/n and took the plate and bag from her hand and sat them on the dresser.

Well, what did I do this time to deserve this?

She thought.

Negan grabbed y/n's waist with both hands and looks into her eyes not losing eye contact. " would you ever lie to me, darling?" " I don't know," I say not knowing if I would or not lie to the man. He chuckled "That's not the worst answer I've heard." Negan says a little proud of her " y/n baby."

Oh hear it comes...

She thought

" Today I go a little visit from Carl and a girl who looked like a split image of you," Negan said the girl he was talking about was Y/n's daughter Jasmine and she knew it.

" she said I had her mother here and said I kidnapped her," he says sounding a little hurt. " do you know the girl y/n?" he looks down at her "Yes I do she's my daughter." " you never told me about a daughter." " you never asked." I tilt my head to the side " I think you should have told me," Negan says

"My life story?" Negan chuckles at the tension in her voice it was the first time she's ever done that. " darling I want a baby with you." he has that Signature Smile " You're joking." y/n says a little takin' aback by his forwardness but slowly realized who she was talking to. "Not at all sugar plum." he winks.

Y/n looks down a bit Negan leans down to her ear "You only have to say one word darling." he whispered in her ear. Y/n was slowly falling for Negan in the best way possible." yes. I want to have a baby with you." y/n says giving in " god damn you are a fine piece of ass."

Negan pulls Y/n into a passionate kiss groping her ass y/n cups his face with her hands pulling him closer. Negan pats her leg signing for her to jump. Y/n jumps into Negans arms he holds her like it's nothing and cares her to his bed. Laying her down. As he starts to kisss her neck.

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A Touch of Destiny?

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Request:

"hi dear

I love Daryl!! Super nice to see your requests are open again 😻

What about an angsty but fluff-ending story where yn is one of Negan's wifes and got send to entertain Daryl since he feigned loyalty to Negan (who believed it was real). They met more often and fell in love what leads to yn helping Daryl to escape and leaves with him?

Thanks 🙏🏻" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: When Negan asks you - one of his wives, to entertain the newest member of the Saviors, you expected a lot to happen... But certainly not to fall in love...

Set in Season 7!

Warnings: usual TWD stuff, bit angsty, fluff, swear words, Negan? (Once again, apologies to all the Negan fans! 🙈)

Word Count: 3,1k (Whoopsies...)

a/n: That was really challenging and interesting to write! 🤔 I have no idea, if this is a good oneshot or not... 🙈 Thanks for the request, nonny! I hope you like it - and I hope I got Negan right! ☺️

Tagging: @fictive-sl0th @in-this-minute @hotgirlsshareaccounts @fuseburner @goobysgoobers @thefemininemystiquee @alexreadz07 @azanoni @lokisgoodgirl

MASTERLIST

"And now look at him." Negan finished his little 'fairy-tale' story about Dwight and his family with a signature smile. "Pow!" He exclaimed. "One of my top guys. And we are totally cool." Negan exchanged a look with the blonde-haired man. "The point being, I think you can be that guy." His gaze travelled back to Daryl, "I think you are ready to be that guy." who stood like frozen to the ground beside them, dressed in those baggy, filthy sweatpants and sweater. A thin stripe of dried blood grazed his philtrum; long shaggy strands of brown, greasy hair was covering his eyes. "You look around here." The man with black hair said, gesturing around the 'fancy' room with Lucille. "This? Well... it can all be yours." Negan said with a smile, wetting his bottom lip. "All you got to do is answer one simple question." The man took a step closer. "Who are you?" Daryl answered nothing, just stared straight ahead, not moving an inch. Negan chuckled. "What, does the cat got your tongue?" He questioned, "You're just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this?" and gestured around the room once again, "I'm gonna ask you one more time." before taking another threatening step closer. "Who are you?" A thousand thoughts were running through the archer's mind in this very moment at lighting speed. The answer to this question was simple, yet it was as twice as important. Probably the most important question he had ever answered. The answer to it was quite easy as well. Daryl... He was Daryl - and those Savior pricks wouldn't ever change that, no matter how hard they tried to break him. No matter what hell they are going to break loose over him. He was a hairsbreadth away from answering exactly that - but he stopped himself. What if... What if he would say Negan? What if he could help his people in that way, pretending to be a Savior? He would never do this just to have a better life, oh no... If he would do it, then for his family back in Alexandria and Hilltop. So, he did it - without thinking twice.

"Negan."

The surprise on the man's face himself and Dwight was clearly visible. Apparently, they didn't expect him to say that at all. Negan was, of course, the first of them to 'recover', breaking out in a laugh. "Oh you've got to be shitting me! Dwighty-Boy can you believe that?!" The leader looked over to his 'best man', shocked. Dwight just stared at him, quite a bit flabbergasted. "We lock you into a tiny cell, butt naked, give you dog food and a lovely song to wake up to - and you don't give a fuck!" He exclaimed, before laughing once again. "We show you a damn room with a bed, TV and kitchen counter, and you literally get a hard one? Suddenly taking the bait?" Once again Negan laughed. "Damn... If I would've known that this was all it would take, I would've shown you right away!" The man bridged the last distance between himself and his new recruit, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Well, Daryl... Welcome to your new home."

You were seated at the bar in the way too big room; the nth glass of Whiskey in your hands. With every passing day you regretted your decision more of becoming one of Negan's wives. But what were you supposed to do? You had no choice. You were alone in this big, ugly, rotten world. It had been do or die - and you certainly weren't ready to die yet, even if there was nothing much left worth living for.

Taking another sip of your Whiskey, you suddenly felt a presence behind you - and you knew exactly who it was; causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Y/N, my pretty, extraordinarily hot wife... Please excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but fucking hell do you look hot today in that dress." You internally rolled your eyes. You hated, when he called you that, but nevertheless you put on your mask, turned on the bar stool to face him with a smile. You knew that when he approached you like that, he wanted something from you. "Negan, hey. What can I do for you?" He smiled that smug smile of his, wrapping an arm around your red mini dress clad waist. "There's something I want you to do for me..." You knew it. It was always the same. "And what would that be?" "Well, we took a prisoner a few weeks back... He got a special treatment by our Dwighty-Boy here and now he claimed loyalty to us. He's a Savior now... Belongs to the crew." You knew what this 'special treatment' meant as well - and you didn't like it one bit. You were in the Sanctuary long enough to see through Negan's... methods. "I want you to reward him for it. Tonight. Entertain him. Watch a movie with him, play a card game or chess, have a drink, give him a blowjob or even screw him - whatever he wants, I don't care. Just give him the night of his life. If someone can do that, then it's you." You frowned, were slightly confused by his request. Usually, he didn't let another man 'play' with his wives... And if he did, then it was one of his right-hand men, like Dwight or Simon. Not a 'newbie'... Negan seemed to notice your confusion. The man started to chuckle, giving you a wink. "I am in an awesome mood this evening, so I am opening up the pussy bar." You would've loved to slap him in the face at those words - but you didn't. Instead, you smiled again and nodded. "Alright. Name and room number?" Negan grinned. "55, Daryl."

You took a deep breath, when you came to stand in front of the stranger's room. You didn't like this - at all. But what choice did you have? You just hoped, that this Daryl wasn't a douchebag and treated you at least halfway respectfully. Not like some other men around here; objectifying you and only interacting with you, because they were lusting after you, due to the simple fact that you were a woman and therefore fuckable.

With another deep breath, you knocked, praying that this evening wouldn't end in a disaster for you. Please be not a cringy, old pervert. You thought, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. Please be not a cringy, old pervert. Please be not- Your mantra got interrupted by the creaking of the door, which sprung cautiously open. A pair of greyish blue eyes appeared first in the crack, before the door got opened completely, after those mesmerising eyes scanned your frame; probably checking if you were a threat. You could only imagine, what Negan put him through... What your eyes then saw, as they landed on the figure, standing in the door frame was something you didn't expect at all. The man, who must be Daryl was definitely not a cringy, old pervert. Rather the complete opposite... A shy, hot stranger in his thirties - you guessed. You swallowed hard, overwhelmed by Daryl's dashing appearance. And you just couldn't help it... You couldn't suppress the urge to check him out - so you stared, eyes travelling over his body.

He was tall. That was the first thing you noticed. Probably not as tall as Negan, but not small either. A blonde-brown, slightly greyish beard adorned his face. Although, the stubble was rather centred around his upper lip and chin. Framed was his defined and handsome face by brown, shaggy hair, which fell in soft waves shortly over his shoulders. Speaking of shoulders... Daryl's shoulders were broad. His upper body in general seemed to be very strong and bulky underneath that dark blue shirt he wore. A few buttons were undone, giving you a glimpse of some fine, silky chest hairs peeking out of the opened shirt. Strong, muscular thighs and legs were confined in a pair of jeans. Once again you swallowed, desperately trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. Your eyes met his again, and you could see in them confusion. After all, neither of you spoke a word yet - until Daryl decided to break the silence. "Who are ya and whaddaya want 'ere?" Gods, his gravelly voice, paired with that southern accent was turning your knees into jelly. You had to focus hard, in order to not make a complete fool out of yourself. "H-Hi, I, um, I'm Y/N - one of Negan's wives. He, uh, he sent me to entertain you." The man opposite you frowned. "Entertain me?" You nodded, biting nervously your lip. "Y-Yes. As a, um, reward for showing loyalty to us."

Daryl was sceptical, to say the least and quite a bit overwhelmed by the occurrence of this sudden situation. He actually preferred to stay alone, was not here to make friends after all. This was the enemy. And not just that... You were a woman. He certainly wasn't very talented when speaking with women. Words didn't come easy to him in general and a female being made it even more difficult. In summary, everything spoke against letting you enter his room. He wanted to just decline and close the door back shut - but something stopped him. A tingling feeling deep inside his stomach, he couldn't put a finger on. When he looked into your innocent eyes, he couldn't say no. And besides, he was really good in reading people - and he could tell that you were only doing your job. So, he stepped aside, signalling you to come in. "Thank you." The archer closed the door behind you, and once again Daryl and you found yourselves in that awkward, unpleasant silence. Although this time, you were the one who started to speak. "I, uh, I'm sorry for kind of just barging in. This, um, must be quite a bit weird..." The man opposite you slightly shrugged his shoulders. "Ain't weird, jus' didn't expect anyone else than Negan or Dwight to look fer me." You nodded. "Yeah, sure, right." Once again, awkward silence spread between the shy and forbiddingly handsome new recruit and you. Daryl shuffled nervously with his feet, clearly overwhelmed with the sudden presence of such a gorgeous woman. You quickly realised, that you needed to take the initiative, because Daryl wouldn't do it - which was completely okay for you. Shaking your head, smiling, before you looked him in the eyes once again. "Sorry. Let's just start over... I'm Y/N." The archer blinked at first and just stared a few seconds at you, but then the corners of his lips twitched into a small smile. "Daryl."

This was the first time you met the mysterious, shy and kind of withdrawn man. You couldn't deny, that you were immediately drawn in by his interesting personality - and his insanely good looks. That evening continued to be a bit... awkward, given the situation you and him were in. But nevertheless, you wouldn't say it was a wasted night - or even bad. No, not at all. You spent the night, talking. Yes, he didn't talk much at the beginning, but at some point you managed to coax him out of his shell a bit. Daryl tried his best to not make a wrong step. After all, he had a role to play and didn't know if he could trust you yet. You were one of Negan's wives... But just if fate wanted it, you came to meet Daryl more often. Sometimes sent by Negan; sometimes just crossing his path. The chemistry between you and the archer was close to perfection. A match made in heaven. You got along with Daryl so very well. He shared your opinions, your thoughts. At some point, you started to just sneak out, only to end up in room number 55. You treasured the friendship you had built up with him and so slowly, he became the centre of your life; the reason for you to smile.

The weeks flew by quickly and you and the archer grew closer and closer. Gaining Daryl's trust wasn't easy, but he felt so utterly warm and accepted in your presence, that he felt like he could trust you blindly. You were, without a doubt, his reason to smile. And what was this strange, fluttery feeling inside of his stomach, whenever he looked at you?

Unlike Daryl, you soon realised, that you had developed a huge crush on him - and well... It came how it had to come... You fell for him. Hard - and you regretted it not one bit. Yes, you were Negan's wife, but you never even harboured a trace of feelings for him. You were with him, because you had to. Did Negan love you? You doubted it. All you were for him, was a hot sex toy. Nothing more. Just another puppet on his strings. You weren't sure, if Daryl felt the same about you. You hoped he did. But all your doubts got washed away, as it suddenly happened...

It had been one of those nights, in which you had sneaked out and landed, of course, straight in Daryl's room. Talking, laughing and sipping on a glass Whiskey. Those nights were the best. So, it was no wonder, that you were slightly tipsy at the end.

"I suppose, I should go now... Sure, Negan's with Sherry tonight, but you'll never know... Wouldn't want him to discover our secret meetings." Daryl nodded, feeling a pang in his heart at your words. "'Course. Ain't want him to find out either." Sighing, you stood up, just like Daryl. You wanted to head for the door, but your foot got caught around one foot of the small table. Paired with the slight intoxication of the alcohol, coursing through your veins, which ensured that your sense of balance wasn't at its best, you stumbled and fell - of course, straight into Daryl's arms. He caught you. It was so clichéd; almost like in the movies. Your palms landed on his chest; his hands on your waist. The moment you realised in which position you were, your cheeks turned in a dark shade of red. Of course, you had been close to Daryl... But never this close. "O-Oh gods, I-I'm so sorry! I'm s-so clumsy, I-" You didn't get any further. Daryl interrupted you - in a way you never expected. He dipped his head, inched closer to your face, and suddenly were his chapped but utterly gentle lips on yours. Your eyes widened, as your brain caught up on what was happening. Could this be real? Could this be true? Your heart almost exploded inside your chest from all the happiness and love you suddenly felt. What caused him to be so brave all of a sudden and making such a 'bold' move? Perhaps it was the alcohol. Well, whatever it was, you didn't care. All you cared about was, that this was happening. You were so overwhelmed - in the best way possible, that you literally froze in place. Daryl noticed immediately that you didn't kiss him back - and being the insecure person he was, he started to pull back on an instant; afraid that he might have made a mistake. But to his sheer relief, you didn't let him pull away. Instead, you grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and pulled him even closer, slamming your lips back onto his.

From that day on, you spent even more time with Daryl. As much as you somehow could, without arising suspicion. Another few days - weeks, passed, in which you had been the happiest person, after the world ended. You could tell that Daryl was happy, too, but you found him often huddled in a corner, thinking. He was on a mission here, sure, but he also missed his family. He had to help them above all. They had to get their old life back. So, the archer made a decision…

You looked at him, blinking; shocked. "You... You want to leave?" Daryl nodded, chewing his lip. "Have to. Ya know that, Y/N. I gotta help 'em. I know the Sanctuary now. I know how things work 'ere... They need me..." You swallowed hard, but nodded as well. You knew. Gods, of course you knew... And who were you to stop him? It wouldn't be fair. "I'll help you escape." The man gave you a small smile. "Thank you, but... 'M not leavin' without ya." Your eyes widened at his words, "Daryl... I... This is..." before you sighed. "I-I can't leave... Negan's going to notice. He'll know - and he is going to hunt me down. I would put you in danger - and I don't want this. I would never forgive myself, if something happened to you because of me..." Daryl was quick to reach for your hand, taking it into his. "Y/N... Nothin' is goin' to happen ta me or you... Sure, that prick will notice and 'm certain he hunts us down, but... He won't find us. We can hide, until we and the others come up with a plan to defeat 'em. 'Sides, I ain't let somethin' happen to ya. 'M gonna keep ya safe, I promise." He squeezed your hand in order to underline his words. "Y-You really think so?" The man nodded. "Yes. Whatever happens, I ain't gonna leave ya." You smiled at him and quickly jumped to hug him; wrapping both your arms around his neck.

Planning your escape was easy. Putting your plan into action wasn't. You had to sneak out at night, passing several guards and of course the barricade, made out of walkers, but together you and Daryl made it; working perfectly as a team. Sure, there were a few close calls, but in the end, you managed to escape. Stealing one of the bikes, Daryl swung his leg over the vehicle, with you following close behind. "C'mon. Hurry." You quickly hopped onto the bike as well. "Hold on ta me." You nodded - more to yourself than to Daryl, 'cause he wasn't able to see it. You wrapped your arms tightly around his strong torso, holding on for dear life. Daryl started the engine and drove off, leaving the Sanctuary behind. You buried your face in between his shoulder blades, not daring to look back. You were, without a doubt glad that Daryl literally rescued you out of the life you lived in the Sanctuary.

The wind brushed through your hair, as you drove on the back of the bike, clinging to your 'knight in shining armour', hopefully into a new and better life. Sure, you had to find a way to defeat the Saviors first, but after that... The possibilities were endless.

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Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader , future! Joel Miller x Fem!Reader. (mention of a one sided!Negan x Fem’Reader)

TWD AU w/ slight TLOU crossover.

Summary: your family is in the middle of war with the saviours. After beating two of your beloved friends to death Negan took an attraction towards you at the line up - being even more intrigued when he saw the evident relationship you had with the rugged archer. His life being spared in return for you to join Negan’s polygamy of ‘wives’. And after two weeks of mental torture, you had ensured Daryl had escaped the sanctuary, with the help of Negan’s other wives - a group of miserable women who’d been blackmailed by him for various different reasons - before you managed to flee the cataclysmic fortress and merely escaped the gluttonous hands of Negan.

But choices have consequences - the monster would quote more than once.

You proudly stand beside your group, your family, your lover, and the other communities that had befallen Negan’s wrath. But soon the dark thoughts cloud over, the things you had to experience with your ‘husband’ tainting your mind, making you question your morals as you thought of how far you’d go to eliminate every last one of the ‘saviours’ - including Negan.

Warnings for this series: death, gore, suicidal thoughts, morally-grey reader, SMUT, angst, violence, language, mentions of !SA/dub-con!, reader is described as a woman, cheating - some of this shit is dark m’kay..

MINORS OR PEOPLE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THESE LISTED TOPICS DNI!!

Important

A/N: hi guys new series yippeee!!! Daryl Dixon is my first love so I absa-fuckin-loutely needed to write a series about him, tho I am abit fucked up so I could not let myself write it as all sparkly and magic and happy… this may look familiar to some of you when I released about three chapters of a story called ‘Just us’ with basically the same plot. But I’d like to think my writing has evolved since then so I scrapped it and am starting again, the reason I couldn’t continue it was because I felt like I’d started the story in an awkward place and if I carried on It’d just be such a drag until we got to the good bits. So it’s basically the same story but starting from a different position and with much more grammatically correct writing lol.

As for the Joel Miller part of the story, he is my 2nd apocalypse husband and the way I’ve planned this series is going to involve him and Ellie perfectly I reckon.

And I know it’s such a cliche to have Negan be attracted to reader, I’m not trying to make her as his very desirable character who everyone wants to fuck. But it’s all for the plot OK.

This Masterlist is going to be tagged under all the characters mentioned (Joel and Ellie) but they won’t be coming in until much later on in the series so for any chapters being released will obviously be under the ‘Daryl Dixon’ tags. - until they’re involved and they will have they’re appropriate categorising - I just don’t wanna post like 20 chapters of Daryl Dixon under the ‘Joel miller x reader’ tag haha.

I WILL STILL BE WRITING MY ARTHUR MORGAN SERIES DO NOT FRET!!!

chapters:

[1] (W.I.P) 👷