#n.egan please

[mercyprevaild-a]

“Riiiiick.” A soft singsong voice, joined by the alluring smell of coffee and breakfast. Negan waits for those pretty eyes to open, a loving lopsided smile on his face at the sight of Rick’s wild bedhead. “Time to get up, my sleepy Prince Charming. But don’t you worry, I got just the thing to get you goin’.”

Approaching his bedside, he’s got a mug in one hand, plate in the other. “Remember when Valentine’s Day was a thing? Was never into it myself, was a pain in the ass for us guys most of the time, let’s be honest-- but anyway.” Once close enough, he sets the cup of coffee down and lowers the plate so Rick can see what’s on it, revealing heart-shaped pancakes with a few pieces of cut fruit on the side that are also, yes, shaped like hearts.

“Declarin’ today’s Valentine’s Day, just for you. ‘Cause I want it to be.” His grin’s wide, happy with his work, though he admits, “And because the first pancake wound up shaped funny, but look! I ran with it. Totally smooth save.”

He's swaying between wakefulness and the echo of a dream when the voice of his lover breaks the peaceful morning quiet. One eye opens before the other and he rolls lazily onto his back, blinking to find Negan in his focus with that adorable smile and his hands full with plate and mug. The heavy scent of coffee is alluring enough that he pushes himself to his elbows in bed as Negan approaches.

"What?" He asks with a frog in his throat and overall too hazy with sleep to keep up with Negan's rambling. However, presented with breakfast clues him in quickly. Pancakes that smell delicious and fruit that looks fresh, all of it shaped like hearts. With a breathy laugh, his smile grows slowly, eyes squinting up at Negan in the morning light.

"'Cause you want it to be," He repeats skeptically and hums deeply in response to the more likely explanation. Either way, happy accident or not, the thoughtfulness tickles Rick until he's grinning. With a soft groan, he sits up properly in bed with blankets pooling in his lap as he reaches for the plate. He pops a piece of fruit into his mouth, balancing the plate on his lap and patting the empty spot next to him.

"This is awfully sweet of you," he murmurs teasingly once Negan has crawled back into bed beside him. Naturally, he tries to hide the warm and fuzzy feelings with sarcasm, but the pink in his cheeks and the way he leans into Negan might give him away, "Declarin' a holiday all for me on account of your funny shaped pancakes. Romantic, even."

Chuckling as he leans in, he presses a sweet kiss to Negan's lips that lingers. Rick lifts a hand, fingers tender as they stroke Negan's stubbled cheek and he pulls back. Softened blue eyes gaze lovingly into warm hazels, "Thank you, honey." He gently presses his forehead to Negan's to nudge their noses together, "Happy Valentines day."

[savedpeople]

Arms wrapped the man, her face pressed against his back. the leather not that comfortable against he cheek, still that didn't stop her. " babe. " she let out, a slight whine in her voice. " tell me about your day. "

@formidablekind​

It takes all of a millisecond for Negan to know who it is, the shape of her body unmistakable against his back (and besides, who else could it really be? His wives are never doing this sort of thing, though they really should.) Arms are welcomed around him and an amused little smile slowly pulls at his lips when he catches that whine in her voice.

Hands go to her arms, a gentle grasp as he hums low in his throat. “Where oh where to do I start.” Eyes fall shut and he leans ever so slightly into her, looking all too relaxed and pleased to be in her arms. “The part where I ran this place like a goddamn boss, as I always do, without a single fuck fucking up? Got the idiot in number three back to work, moron finally realized that sitting locked in a broom closet sucks a whole lot more ass than just doing his damn job.” His head turns, eyes sliding open as he cracks a grin.

“Or maybe the part where I was sorely upset to wake up to an empty bed this morning.”

A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest as he turns around in her embrace, gloved fingers quick to capture her chin, tip her head up so their eyes meet for the first time all day. “Judgin’ by how you’re sounding, somethin’ tells me I’m not the one that needs to talk about their day.” Cants his head, a teasing glint in the gaze that studies her features. “I really oughta talk to the asshole that keeps schedulin’ you for those shit morning shifts, huh. Really cutting into our cuddle time.” 

[savedpeople]

“I wish you would choke on Lucille."

“I wish you would ____.” in my inbox and my muse will respond | Accepting | @hilltopswidow

“Gotta hand it to you— first time I’ve heard that one. Usually it’s something about shovin’ her where the sun don’t shine or cavin’ my skull in or some shit.” One corner of his lips pulls into a grin. “But I get it. I mean, we all got things we wish other people would be chokin’ on right now, don’t we?”

[savedpeople]

It's early afternoon when Rick starts peeling off his gloves, ready to take a break. He doesn't make it far from the stables, stopping at the sight of Negan working solo on stacking the seasoned wood recently brought in. He's not nearly halfway through the pile, and he'll be there /all day/ at this rate. Without another thought, Rick approaches, stuffing his hands back into his gloves. "Want some help?" He offers him a soft smile, already picking up pieces of cut wood from the pile.

Negan takes what work he can get. After eight years of doing fuck all, almost anything is better than nothing; better to keep busy, and he has nothing to lose by being useful to these people. Especially when he’s grown to… care about a couple of them. So he does what he’s asked to, and sure he still puts that smart mouth to use because that’s who he is, but he doesn’t complain too much.

But today he can’t help but notice that the task at hand is taking a fuckton of time, and he’s yet to see a single helping hand in sight despite how much faster it’d get done. It’s only early afternoon but he’s already been at this for a while and judging by the mountain of chopped wood yet to be stacked, the end is nowhere in sight. Negan straightens his back, feeling a small but satisfying pop as he stretches, and it’s just as he’s thinking about requesting a teeny tiny bit of help that he hears approaching footsteps, and a voice that has a profoundly calming effect on him these days.

Negan looks over to see Rick already reaching for pieces of wood, the soft smile bringing a warmth to his chest and a smile to his own face. “Ain’t the whole point me doing the boring, back-breaking work — seriously, my back’s gonna be wrecked by the end of this — so you don’t have to?” He chuckles softly, then grunts as he bends to grab a few more pieces and sets them into place. “Well, I gotta feelin’ you’re not gonna take no for an answer, so… yeah, I think I’ll take some help.” 

He watches Rick a moment while the man’s distracted, silently breaking out into a grin at his readiness to give him a hand. He’s sure he has more important shit he could be doing, or hell just something more enjoyable than this but… here he is.

Reaching for more wood, he teases. “— Just make sure you don’t wear yourself out helpin’ me, old man. I mean I like wearin’ you out but you know, usually with a different kind of wood.”

[savedpeople]

🛌 -godblessrickgrimes

My muse is stuck in bed (with either an injury or an illness), send “ 🛌” for your muse to keep them company. Send “ 🛌+ reverse” for the opposite. | Accepting (mutuals) | @godblessrickgrimes

After being looked at and patched up by the Doc, Negan wasn’t expecting visitors outside of any necessary check ups. So imagine his surprise (and delight, not that he’ll admit to that much) when Rick of all people stops by the infirmary. And not only that but the guy pulls up a chair and sits, like he plans on staying a while. Damn, word must’ve really gotten out about Negan’s unexpected act of heroism. 

He can’t lie; while he ran after Judith because he sincerely cares about her, knowing that the man that presumably hates him more than anything now has to live with the fact that his enemy — ex-enemy? The fuck are they now? — saved his daughter’s life, is so goddamn satisfying.

“This bringin’ back any memories, Rick? Last time we were here together, you had slit my throat wide open and you were telling me all about how I’d never set foot outside that fuckin’ cell.” So long ago yet sometimes it feels like it was yesterday. The scar left behind is on full display now, clearly visible across his jugular, no longer shamefully hidden behind an unruly beard like it was for so many years. “And now here we are havin’ a friendly chat after I saved your little girl’s life, and I’m not even cuffed to the damn bed this time either. Unless… that part’s comin’ up. Why are you really here, Rick? Am I about to be rewarded for my good deed?” 

Negan pauses a second with a brief suggestive bounce of his eyebrows, and even when he’s met with silence he still laughs and breaks into a grin over his own joke, cheeks and nose still red from the cold. There’s a grunt as he carefully adjusts his wounded leg before he rests back with a light sigh, head tilted towards Rick. 

“Funny how shit changes, huh?”

[savedpeople]

“Is alcohol a good Valentine?”

“Kind of fucking sad but I mean better than no Valentine, right? Maybe not. That the kinda day it’s gonna be for you this year, a drunken date with your right hand? That is fucking heartbreaking.”

[savedpeople]

"You give me the vibe of someone who would unironically say 'Howdy'"

@lostgrimesgirl

“Yeah? Like what, some kinda cowboy?” He stops what he’s doing, squinting up at her from where he’s squatted beside the vegetables he’s tending to. “What is it; the voice, the ruggedly handsome good looks? It’s the ruggedly handsome good looks, isn’t it.”

Negan’s attention shifts, spotting Judith passing through the garden with Gracie. They lock eyes and he touches the brim of his cap, tipping his head.

“Howdy there, little lady.”

She gives him a funny look but there’s a smile there, too, and Negan chuckles, and glances back up at Lena with a grin.

“Anyway, what were you saying?”

[savedpeople]

what kind of hot are you?

Result: pink panther hot

you're a modern queen. you sit to the side of the dance floor and drink out of martini glasses, a perfect vantage point to look over your court. you like to see the way people's eyes linger on you, hoping you'll see them, that they'll gain your approval. you are offered drinks by many overeager servants throughout the night. when you finally join the ball, the sea of people parts just for you, and you hear the nervous titters of the crowd who are so captivated by what you'll do next.

tagged by: @mercyprevaild​ @betaofthedead​ and @wexarethewalkingxdead​ tagging: all of you

[savedpeople]

early-apoc negan’s hat really says “saviors athletics” on it, huh

[savedpeople]

Did Negan want kids?

Curious Anons | Always Accepting

Negan absolutely wanted kids, he actually mentions to Michonne in season 9 that he and Lucille would’ve loved to have had a kid. But yes, when he started falling for Lucille, and realized that he was in love with her and that she was the one? He wanted a family with her. Even just one kid, probably two at most. After they married, having a child of his own was what he wanted more than anything else in the world. So he was heartbroken when he realized he’d never be able to.

[savedpeople]

//anyone have any active twd fan blogs they’d recommend? i’m looking for blogs that focus on posting/reblogging twd gifs, edits, cast pics, etc. to fill up my dash a little. i’m already following a handful but i’d like to check out some more

[savedpeople]

"Never have I ever imagined killing someone with a baseball bat..."

Send “Never have I…” + a scenario for my muse to admit or deny that they’ve done the scenario | Selectively Accepting | @oneeyedbadass

There’s a moment in which Negan waits, stares back at the young man. Brows slightly raised, gaze largely unimpressed but with a hint of amusement hidden in his eyes.

“Naw, kid, never in a million years.” He lets the silence hang again, lips slowly showing the beginnings of a smile. “--- You’re not bein’ serious, right? I mean, I can’t recall ever imaginin’ it before it all went to shit, but now? It’s kinda hard not to think about somethin’ when you’ve done it, get what I’m sayin’? I think I’m well past the imagining part.”

[savedpeople]

me: *talking seriously about negan’s sexuality and the way he’s currently re-navigating it for a certain ship bc he’s realizing in his mid-50s that his attraction to men might not be purely sexual after all*

negan, meanwhile: lmao guess my heart likes dick too. just took an extra special dick for me to realize it

[savedpeople]

a piece of paper folded into a card is nailed to his door, it says: 'Since you're a mother hen and my other one is dead, happy mother's day. Lydia.'

This is a first. He’s not sure what to expect when he sees a folded piece of paper on the door leading to his cell, but he’s half-anticipating some kind of post-apocalyptic eviction notice, Alexandria finally telling him to get the fuck out and not in the nice, ‘congratulations, you’re free!’ sort of way.

It’s not. Puzzled brow furrows as Negan stands at the door, paper in hand, expression lifting once eyes scan over the note inside. Lips quirk at first--- “‘Mother hen?’ Haven’t heard that one before.” And he’s not quite sure if it’s meant to be a good or bad thing. He’s not sure how to feel about the words following it, either.

My other one is dead.

Features droop in sympathy, a twinge of guilt, and he casts a glance over his shoulder as if she might be there, watching his reaction from somewhere behind him.

Happy Mother’s Day. Lydia.

Negan sighs heavily through his nose, eyes lingering on those final words. She’s hard to read sometimes, even more so in writing, and he’s unsure how much of this note is in sincerity and how much might be in sarcasm, anger. A reminder that he took her mother away.

But he’ll hold onto it, anyway.

[savedpeople]

Negan does in fact have the ability to shut up for 5 seconds

Compliment my muse | Accepting | @lostgrimesgirl

“Yeah, when I have a mouth full of— now hold on. The hell kind of compliment is that supposed to be? You sayin’ me shuttin’ up is a good thing, as if you don’t like hearing this panty-soaking voice of mine all goddamn day? Because in that case I can assure you I will make sure to not shut the fuck up for the foreseeable future, just for you. Trust me, there is plenty to talk about.”

[savedpeople]

does anyone remember what the point was of hanging victims/walkers back when the saviors were cornering rick and co.? i mean i get it in a sense of “sending a message”/being intimidating but i’m just thinking for this past episode, where they obviously made reference to the same tactic by having the tree blocking the road + the hanging walker. like what purpose does the walker serve here hanging literally right next to the tree? back in the savior era they had one hanging off an overpass (?) which stood out a lot more and all

bc like... i get negan being like “if you agree to make them surrender instead of killing them, i know how to easily corner them” and doing the tree thing. but killing a couple random innocent people and hanging them for... intimidation?? doesn’t seem necessary and feels slightly ooc for negan to suggest at this point since it doesn’t really serve a purpose this time around i don’t think? like i don’t think negan himself killed them but even having it be a part of the plan doesn’t make sense for him now, you know what i mean? unless i’m missing something?