#negan smith x listener

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(Improved/Remade)🧟Base Yandere Negan X Gender Neutral Listener (The Walking Dead) 

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X Listener

[keanusbabydoll]

LEADERS FUCKIN’ FAVORITE

paring: negan smith x virgin!fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, heavy smut, oral (F), rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, daddy kink, praising, degrading, age gap!!, virgin reader, soft!dom! negan, breeding kink if you squint

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it was just another sleepless night and your thoughts were consumed by him like all the time. negan. the man who had saved you over a year ago when you had nothing but a empty water bottle and ripped clothes. he had found you walking aimlessly down a desolate road, exhausted and barley able to hold yourself upright. he took you in, gave you food, proper clothes, protection— and something else. something you couldn’t quite explain.

negan made you feel alive, even when he was infuriating you. maybe it was the way he carried himself, always so sure of who he was, always commanding the room with his cocky smirk and deep, gravelly voice. or maybe it was how he treated you, how he looked at you— in a way no one else ever had.

it was innocent, at first. he was kind to you, protective even— always made sure you were safe or didn’t have to work. you felt comfortable around him, he was like your go-to person, he always listened to your problems or simple complaining about one of his men. but as time went on, his teasing remarks turned sharper, his intense glances lingered longer and his presence became something you craved in ways you didn’t dare to admit to anyone else.

how often you had touched yourself while imagining him on top of you, taking your innocence and fucking your brains out. and the wives’ chatter only added to your desire for him. sometimes you overheard their conversations on how they swooned for his big cock, his rough fuck and how good he was in bed.

this made you want to fuck him even more.

and you knew he noticed. he had to.

you weren’t exactly subtle about the way you looked at him or the way your breath hitched and thighs rubbed together when he got too close.

but then there were the rules. his rules. one time, after a particularly heated exchange where you had been way too bold in your flirting, he’d shut you down. “listen kid,” he said, his voice low and firm, “i don’t mess around with shit like this. you’re young, hell, a fucking virgin even. this ain’t appropriate. you get that right?” all you could do it that moment was nodding, humiliated, but the way his jaw tightened and his eyes darkened as he said it, told you there was more to the story. you weren’t just imagining the tension between you.

you may have been a virgin, but you definitely knew the glances of a man who wanted you. and his eyes didn’t lie.

now, lying in your bed, you couldn’t stop yourself to get rid of your thoughts about him. these sleepless nights had become routine, and more often than not, you found yourself tiptoeing to his room for comfort. sometimes he’d let you stay, letting you curl up next to him like a little kitten. other times, he’d send you back with a gruff, clearly annoyed by your presence. “not tonight, doll. told you too many times that this shit can’t happen anymore.”

but tonight you couldn’t listen to his rules or follow his command to never enter his room again without permission. you wanted him. and you decided to make this finally clear to him. you didn’t want to continue like this, putting all your effort into getting him wrapped around your finger, only to be struck straight in the face again and again.

you got out of your bed, putting on your black fluffy slippers negan had surprised you with a few months ago and a oversized shirt—the one you had secretly taken from his laundry. gently, you opened your door, pleased to see no one walking down the halls. the cold floor sent shivers up your spine as you tiptoed down the hall, your bare legs exposed to the chilly air.

as you approached the door you held your breath, contemplating if it was really a good idea or not. but that’s when you heard it—

loud moans and screams of pleasure echoed down the corridor, unmistakably. your heart sank as you realized exactly what it meant.

he had been with one of his wives again.

anger and sadness mixed in your chest, a heavy, bitter cocktail of emotions. you hated his wives— all of them. more than anything. the way they threw themselves at him, the way they touched him and they way you knew that he wanted them. you wanted him to belong to you and only you, but you knew that this wasn’t how things worked in his world. you shook your head, biting your lip to keep from crying and pushed open his door. still, the thought of being alone was unbearable.

his room was dimly lit by the moonlight which shone through the curtains, the faint scent of leather and wood filling your senses.

without hesitation, you climbed onto his bed, burying yourself in the sheets. his scent was everywhere and it was enough to calm you, if only a little. you tried to sleep, but sleep wasn’t your friend that night. you laid there for what felt like hours, overthinking, your mind replaying ever moment you’d spent with him.

the flirty comments, the way he sometimes looked at you with an intensity that made your knees weak. and yet, here you were, alone, while he gave himself to women who didn’t care about him the way you did.

the sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. you sat up as you watched negan stepping into the room, his hair messy, his shirt unbuttoned, and a smug grin plastered on his face. he looked utterly satisfied, and it made your blood boil. but when you shifted in bed, his eyes snapped to you. the smirk vanished, replaced by a look of anger and irritation.

“the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice was low but sharp, surprising you a little. “i couldn’t sleep.” you murmured, voice slightly trembling.

negans jaw tightened. “couldn’t sleep? so you thought sneaking to my room and plantin’ your cute little ass on my bed was a good idea?” he stepped closer to the bed, towering over you. “you breakin’ my rules now? is that it?” you stood up, the frustration and sadness bubbling over.

“i don’t care about your stupid rules, negan! i can’t take this anymore!” his eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms, leaning slightly forward. “watch your tone, little girl. you forgot who the fuck you’re talking to?”

“i don’t care!” you fired back, tears threatening to spill. “do you have any idea how hard this is for me? watching you with them, knowing i’m nothing to you? negan, i need you.”

his expression shifted, the cocky smirk creeping back onto his face. “ahh, so that’s what this is about,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “you’re jealous of my wives. you want daddy all to yourself, huh?”

“stop that.” you hissed, even as your cheeks flushed. “oh don’t act all innocent now,” he said, stepping closer until you could feel the heat radiating off him. “you’re sitting in my bed, wearin’ my shirt, and cryin’ over me like some lovesick puppy. you knew exactly what you were doing, sweetheart.” your eyes flickered down to the floor, fist clenched but you refused to back down.

“maybe i did. maybe i’m sick of pretending like i don’t feel this way about you. and maybe im sick of you acting like you don’t feel it too.” negans smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. he reached out, gripping your throat and forcing your face up to meet his gaze. tingles shot straight through your veins, his warm hand fitting so perfectly around your throat, as if it was made for you.

“you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he snarled, his voice low and gravelly.

“yes, i do,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “i see the way you look at me. i feel it every time you touch me, every time you send me away like you’re afraid of what will happen if i stay.” your body had been shaking from all this intensity of the fight, of what would happen next.

for a moment, there was silence, the air between you crackling with tension. but then, suddenly, negan’s lips were on yours. the kiss was rough, demanding and everything you had ever dreamed of. his hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. you couldn’t help yourself but moan against his lips, the feeling of having him after all this time made your core ache for more.

when he finally pulled back, his breath was heavy, his dark eyes locked on yours. “you wanna know the truth?” he said with a low and dangerous tone. “yeah, i’ve wanted you. i’ve wanted you since the day i found you. but you’re playing with fire, baby. you don’t know what you’re askin’ for.”

“i do,” you said, your voice steady. “i want you, negan. all of you.” he let out a low growl, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” he muttered, tracing a finger along your collarbone.

with a dark chuckle his lips found yours again, a messy, needy kiss. he slowly walked you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed, ready to throw you in. but you had other plans.

in a flash you had pulled away from him and switched sides. now it was his back who faced the bed. “what are you up to?” negan chuckled darkly, leaning in again but you put a hand to his chest and before he could’ve reacted, you had already pushed him on the bed.

instantaneously, you jumped into his lap and threw your hands around his neck. “i see, little missy here thinks she’s in control, huh?”

“all the time.” you replied defiantly, knowing damn well that this was a great lie and that you could never overpower negan. “if she says so.” he grinned dangerously before he pulled you in by your waist, kissing you fervently with need. you wove your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly when he began to kiss down your neck.

“fuck,” you whined and you felt him playing with the hem of your shirt before nipping at your pulse point.

“been waiting too damn long to take you apart, doll.” he muttered against your skin. sucking a hickey onto your collarbone, he licked the spot with his tongue to soothe the light pain. “your little body had been silently screaming at me to fuck you stupid.”

a thrill ran down your spine at his words, your clit throbbing in anticipation. this man was driving you insane. a soft gasp escaped your mouth as you felt his now erected cock press up against your cunt. “feel what you do to me?” he smirked up at you while letting his hands slip under your shirt. calloused fingers brushed against your hips, toying with the waistband of your panties. while keeping intense eye contact, his hands moved further up until you could sense the tip of his fingers just at the swell of your breasts. “fucking perfect tits.” he growled as he groped at both your breasts, feeling his dick twitch beneath you. a stifled whimper rang through his ears and he just grabbed harder, starting to rub your hardening nipples with the pad of his thumbs.

now, with you half naked on top of him, examining your every reaction, negans hunger grew into something beastly. hell, fucking demonic even. he wanted nothing more than to flip you over, rip off the clothes that still shielded your pretty body from him and fuck you into oblivion with no other choice but to beg him to slow down, beg him to stop. not only he was driving you insane but you affected him just as much. even if he had just fucked with amber, who was long forgotten at this point, the need to feel your tight, virgin walls wrapped around him was killing him.

but he knew better. he knew that he had to hold back, if even just a little. he didn’t want your first time to hurt or be unenjoyable. he wasn’t that type of men.

by now, you had started to move your hips against him, trying to ease that awful ache in your abdomen. every nerve in your body was screaming for release. negan’s hands wandered down to your ass, giving the soft flesh a hard squeeze before he set them on your waist, guiding your motions. “just like that, baby.” he groaned right into your ear, feeling your wetness through his pants. he knew that you must have been dripping and hell was it turning him on.

negan continued to shower your neck with kisses, suckling a trail of dark spots on your skin, marking you up as his. more and more tingles shot through your core and you began to speed up, your eyes tightly shut. negan sensed that you were getting close to your high, your frantic moans and body language made it obvious. and that’s when he gripped your waist tighter, forcing you to stop your movements.

he pulled away from your neck and you shot him a confused look. why would he deny your highly craved release? “can’t wait another damn second to taste you,” he growled as he looked back at you with lust clouded eyes. “don’t give me those eyes, you’ll get what you want, doll.” he smirked devilishly as he gripped you tightly and got up with you before throwing you back on the bed. you propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him remove his shirt. your breath hitched as you let your eyes glide down his trained body, his v-line catching your attention and not to forget to mention the huge bulge in his pants. even from this position you could tell that he must have been pulsing with need.

in a flash he was on top of you, caging you under his body. “are you really sure?” he lowly asked as his hands gripped the hem of your shirt—he still wanted your consent. but you couldn’t even think straight anymore. all you could think of was negan, the ache in your core and how much you wanted him to finally fuck you. without a second thought you nodded your head rapidly, not wanting to waste any more time. “words, doll.”

“yes negan. please continue, i need you.” you shamelessly replied as you rubbed your thighs together. a deep chuckle rang through the room as he finally tore off your shirt, his eyes immediately fixated on your perky tits. “gonna be fucking hard for me.” negan mumbled more likely to himself, only the sight of you made him almost cum in his pants. he dipped down, taking a nipple into his mouth. a groan fell from his lips as he felt your hard nipple collide with his tongue. he didn’t waist any time before he began to suck and swirl his tongue around your bud.

a breathless cry escaped your throat, he was making you feel so good. his left hand reached up and twisted and pulled on your other nipple. but this wasn’t enough for you. you needed him at your pussy, needed him to make you feel good down there. “more, please.” you whined out, your fingers gripping the roots of his hair to pull his head up. he stopped and looked up at you, that ever present smirk back on his lips. “you’re fucking impatient, sweetheart.”

nevertheless, he started to trail a path of kisses down your body, his hands gliding up and down your sides. negan pressed a last kiss just above your panties before his dark eyes found yours and he settled right between your thighs. he pushed them wide open, allowing him to have more space as he continued his teasing abuse with kissing your soft inner flesh. he could already smell your arousal, the sweet scent of your pussy getting him even harder than he was already. “negan! please, i can’t take it anymore!” you pathetically whined out, bucking your hips to sign him that you needed him dearly.

without answering, his hand slid down to your covered cunt, slowly trailing his thumb down to rest on your swollen clit. as he pressed down, your hips jolted and you let out a sharp yelp. again he pressed down but this time he began to rub slow, gentle circles. you released a sigh as you slowly felt the throbbing ache vanish and being replaced with a tingly sensation you felt all over your whole body. “you like that, doll?” he asked, his hot breath fanning against your thighs as he trailed one of his fingers further down to press against the visible wet spot. “you want me to take those off?”

you had barely registered what he said, but still you nodded. you were in a haze, the feelings taking over your whole body. you could say that you were drunk, dizzy even from the little pleasure he gave to you. his digits tucked underneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them down in one swift motion before tossing them away.

you watched his reaction closely to your exposed pussy, now on display for him to see. his eyes seemed to darken even more and his jaw clenched so hard that you wondered how his teeth didn’t shatter. he took in the sight in front of him. your clit so swollen and pink and begging for attention. your wetness leaked out of your tight hole, coating a little bit of your thighs— leaving a sticky mess. and that’s when he couldn’t wait any longer. “fucking prettiest pussy i’ve seen in my damn life.” without you even fully realizing it, he lowered his head and let his tongue glide a line from your slick hole up to your clit.

a high pitched moan rattled against the walls when your face contorted, fists clenched the sheets as negan’s warm muscle moved in circles around your throbbing nub. within the next second, he had his lips wrapped tightly around your clit, sucking on it feverishly. your vision became blurry, you felt like you were in heaven. “she’s so sweet.” he mumbled against your cunt as his tongue lowered, slurping up your mess.

then, he grabbed ahold of the back of your thighs and pushed them slightly towards your chest, pinning you further down into the mattress. he began to ravish your cunt, his tongue was assaulting your sticky hole, the tip of his nose was pressed against your clit— stimulating it just perfectly. he expertly flicked your nub with his tongue before lifting his head up to spit onto your pussy. eagerly, he dived in again, sucking on your soft lips, eating at your hole like a starved man.

you were spasming beneath him, your thighs shaking from the intense pleasure and slowly you felt your orgasm build up, a warmth starting to spread in your abdomen. your fingers found their way to his hair, gently curling through it before you pulled harshly. negan let out a groan, the vibrations sending shock waves over your whole body. “fuck, negan! i’m close.”

that made him speed up his pace. the tip of his wet muscle flicked faster and more aggressively against your clit and you could feel the tip of two of his fingers teasing at your entrance. “gonna have to prepare you first, baby.” he quickly said as he sent you a smug grin before focusing back to giving your pussy all of his attention. you glanced down at him with half opened eyes, your mouth wide agape as a string of pornographic moans lingered in the air.

negan moved his fingers up and down your entrance, collecting your slick. then, he slowly slid a digit inside of you, your wetness making it easy for him. he couldn’t help himself but moan out, your pussy was gripping his finger so tightly, he could only imagine how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside of you. the thought of it made his dick twitch in anticipation, at this point he knew that he couldn’t hold back for too long.

your back arched at the new sensation. sure, you had touched yourself before but having his thick digit spreading you open was a whole different level compared to what you were used to. negan pumped his finger slowly in and out of you, letting you adjust. but the stimulation on your clit let you easily forget about the slight pain from the stretch and you longed for more. “another one, please.” you whined out, tugging firmer on his salt-pepper hair.

your sweet plea made negan melt, he wanted to hear you beg for him everyday. he wanted to hear your needy moans all the time. it was like music to his ears. immediately, he slipped a second digit into your warm hole, scissoring his fingers against your walls. “feels s’good.” you whimpered as you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening more and more. grinning against your cunt, he angled his digits upwards, pressing them directly to that special, spongy spot.

a sharp scream tore from your throat at the sudden intense sensation. sparks shot through your lower half and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. negan took that as a sign and began to pound his fingers in a fast and harsh pace, always brushing against that spot. strangled cries left your lips as your whole body felt like it was on fire. with him stimulating your sweet spot now as well, you could feel your orgasm just seconds away— the pleasure you received was indescribable. he knew exactly how to bring you to your high, how to make you see stars.

“fuck, i’m cumming.” you managed to splutter out, hips bucking uncontrollably and your back arched off the bed. negan just sped up his motions, now wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly. he hummed in reply and that was all that was needed to send you over the edge. your body convulsed as your orgasm hit you, vision turning blurry and body shaking. “negan!” you screamed out, completely at his mercy.

he continued his assault but slowed down a bit, knowing just the right way to bring you down from your climax, while keeping you buzzing for more. you tried to close your thighs, slight flashes of pain rushing through your body. he knew damn well that he was torturing you by overstimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves. “s’too m-much.”

negans dark chuckle rang through your ears as he released your clit and glanced up at you with darkened eyes, his beard glistening with your slick. “still want more?” he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm as he pulled both his fingers out, revealing a slick shimmer that coated them.

you watched him through half lidded eyes, your breath hitching as he licked the sweet nectar off his fingers, moaning out at your taste. god, you needed this man to finally fuck you, he really was torturing you by keeping you on wait this long. “yes, negan. please fuck me, i can’t take it anymore.” you begged him, giving him the best puppy eyes you’ve got.

“damn, such a little slut. you want daddy to pop your cherry?” he smirked, getting up from the bed as he began to unbuckle his belt and zip his pants open. you desperately nodded, that familiar ache creeping back into your core. “say it.”

“yes, daddy, please. make me yours.” you sounded pathetic, you should have been embarrassed but you couldn’t think straight in that moment.

as soon as those words left your mouth, negan knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back. even if he wanted to, it was impossible. he was already obsessed with you, your body, your sweet, desperate moans. and considering the fact that he would’ve been your first got him fucking going.

in a matter of seconds he had his pants removed, quickly followed by his boxers. and when you let your eyes drop down to his lower half, you thought they were going to pop out. he was rock-hard and fuck was he huge. he almost looked intimidating to you.

how would that ever fit, you thought. his cock was at least 8 inches long and the girth? you didn’t even want to know. the tip was angry red, covered with small beads of pre-cum and hell was it throbbing with need. “negan…” you stammered, propping yourself up on your elbows. “don’t worry, baby. i promise to make it feel good. by the time we’re finished you’ll still want more.” he pointed out as he crawled back on the bed, laying down next to you.

“c’mere, doll.” he rasped as his hands reached for your waist, pulling you up to straddle his torso. next, grabbed your neck and pulled your upper body down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. without breaking away from your lips, negan lifted your hips up until he could feel you hover right above his tip. “you ready for me to break you, baby?”

“fuck, yes daddy. please.” you whined, straightening up again while you pressed your hands flat against his chest for support.

he chuckled lowly as he guided your movements and pushed you down a little bit, just so his tip nudged lightly against your entrance. he watched you closely as he lowered you further, pushing in just the tip before stopping again. “you want me to continue?” he asked to make sure you weren’t in pain. as you nodded he pushed further, feeling a slight resistance before breaking through it with force. it took everything in him to not slam his hips up and have him completely buried inside of you.

your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden, stinging pain cursing through your body. “keep, going. please.” you nevertheless urged him, trying to get used to him, but the need to have him fully inside of you was unbearable. negan watched you closely, how your chest heaved heavily, how your hole was swallowing him up. and that’s when he knew that his patience completely vanished. he needed to fuck that pussy now.

gripping your waist tighter, negan suddenly pushed you down until you were flush against his hips. you thought that your heart had stopped beating for a second as a guttural yell fell from your lips. negan groaned out at the feeling of your warm, tight walls wrapped around him so perfectly. he had never in his life felt something this good. your eyes were shut tightly as you tried to relax your body and give in to having him stretch you open this painfully. “fuck, doll. you’re so fucking tight.” he said and you could feel him twitch inside of you.

everything came crashing down on you, how his cock kissed your cervix, how your walls fluttered around him helplessly and how fucking huge he was. “you good, baby?” negan asked you as he studied your pain covered face. he decided to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow, delicate circles on it to soothe the pain.

“yes, j-just give me a second.” you replied with a shaky voice, his motions making your core tingle again. when you felt like you were ready to take him, you glanced down at him, hesitantly moving hips lightly back and forth. “please…” you whispered, waiting for him to help you guide you.

he smirked at you as he lifted you up a little bit before bringing you down again. a hiss came through your gritted teeth, the burning sensation still present, yet way less than before. “come on, baby, bounce on daddy’s cock.”

gently, you heaved your hips, pulling out until you could only feel his tip inside of you and crashing down once more. “don’t be shy, go faster.” he stated as he watched your cheeks redden.

encouraged by his words you began to roll your hips more confidently, more quicker. a chaos of feelings was bubbling inside of you and the pain was now long forgotten. he was pressing against one particular spot, one you didn’t even know existed and when you rolled your hips, it was stimulated in the most heavenly way. waves of unexpected pleasure ran through your veins, feeling it in every part of your body. hell, you were fucking addicted already.

you started to move your hips faster, now rougher as your mouth fell open. fucking indescribable.

“oh fuuck, doll. look at, you. you’re taking me like a fucking good girl.” negan moaned out, as he watched himself disappear inside you over and over again. he returned back to rubbing your clit while his other hand grabbed your tit, squeezing your flesh.

“daddy! feels so good!” you whined out, as you threw your head back in bliss, bringing your hips harsher down on his cock.

“you gonna cum on my cock?” he grinned knowingly, feeling your walls tightening more and more. “yes, negan please!”

that was all he needed to hear before he gripped your upper body and flipped the both of you over, switching positions. “my turn, doll.” he pointed out with a wink, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your lips before getting on his knees and pushing your legs over his shoulders. without a warning he re-entered you, pushing his cock balls deep.

he started off immediately with a rough, bruising pace, determined to make you orgasm. one hand found its way around your throat while the other one continued to stimulate your hardened nub. he was fucking into you in an unforgiving way as wet noises and skin slapping together filled the room.

“harder, daddy! i’m almost there!” you cried out as you held onto his arm for dear life. he grinned down at you proudly, clashing his hips against you even quicker and deeper. your whole body shuttered as he worked on your clit more intensely. “cum on daddy’s cock.” were the last words you heard before your whole vision turned black, stars twinkled behind your closed eyes as you came undone for him.

your pussy fluttered around him, gripping him tighter and tighter. “fuck doll, gonna let me fill up that pretty cunt?” negan growled as he felt his own high approaching. “fuck, yes, please!” you squealed out, the after waves of your orgasm still hitting you.

negan bucked his hips into you like a fucking animal, the speed and roughness being inhuman. his jaw was clenched as he grabbed ahold of your waist with one hand and suddenly he stopped. he pushed so deep that his tip nudged your cervix as his dick pumped you full of his cum, painting your walls like his own masterpiece.

he collapsed on top of you, breathing in your sweet scent as he let his orgasm crash right through him. “fucking hell, doll. fuuuck.” he lowly groaned against your skin. his lips found yours again as he kissed you with great passion, his hips moving lightly again— shoving his seed deep inside of you.

“you’re my fucking favorite, you know that?” he mumbled against your lips with a huge grin plastered on his face.

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Save a Horse🍂

Summary: Wandering around in the apocalypse was hell until you came across a a ranch, finding a injured horse you helped it finding the owner and things getting a little heated with an older cowboy

Pairing: Cowboy Negan Smith x f!reader

Warning: Age gap, reader is in 20s Negan is mid 40s, p in v, praise, virginity lose

Inspired by @lanadelnegan stories🤎

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The apocalypse hit and everything happened so fast, I was with my family at our farm for some time watching the news, listening to the horror stories on the radio, we thought that we could go unscathed since we hadn’t been affected and that all the food and water we needed was on our land but all that changed one night when a hoard of walkers ran down our farm, my parents were first trying to fight of the walkers, quickly being ripped apart their screams still lingered in my head whenever I thought about them, then it was my two sisters trying to flee but got surrounded taking them down as well, I was lucky enough to get to my truck finding an opening in the walkers and driving away from my home, leaving me all alone on the road

Now it’s been 2 years going from place to place just trying to survive, to find a reason to keep living in this cruel world, I’ve been able to dodge as many walkers as I can, that wasn’t the main problem anymore, the food shortage was what dwindled my hope

My truck had broke down a while back so now I’ve just been wandering on foot, walking through the trees trying to get some shade from Georgia summer heat when I hear a groan and thud, I follow the direction of the whines on a left of what have might caused it, walkers, people, god knows what now a days

Rounding a tree I see a horse laying down on the ground, I approached slowly not wanting to spook it having experience with horses back on the farm, kneeling in front of it petting its soft black mane

“Hey girl, what are you doing out here all alone?” She didn’t look injured she was laying down fine, maybe she just got hot it was one of the hottest days I’ve ever lived in even in Georgia

I took out one of the bottles of water I found poring some of it over her face to help cool her down then poring the rest in a bowl I had in my bag and she was quick to drink it

After some time I stood up taking her lead rope trying to get her to stand up, I couldn’t leave her here all alone for some walkers to eat her alive maybe she came from somewhere near by

Walking through the trees she would occasionally change our course more like she was leading me than I was her until we got to a break in the trees, a ranch in perfect condition, a few horses grazing the field, little sheep’s hoping around, a chicken coop and a cozy little cabin like house right in the middle of the land, a brown bronco truck parked out front

Opening the gate, closing it behind me and the horse so the other animals wouldn’t get out like she did somehow, when a deep voice stopped me in my tracks

“See ya brought Missy back, been wondering where she went off to” coming down the porch steps was a older man, cowboy hat, white shirt, blue jeans and boots, maybe it was the lack of human contact or even interactions but damn was he fine, I didn’t realize he was right infront of me till he cleared his throat breaking me out of my oogling

“Oh yeah, I found her out in the woods she must had heat exhaustion so I gave her some water” my stomach feels like it’s in knots, I haven’t felt like this in so long, he’s said a few words and I’m entranced by him

“A nice and pretty girl might just have to keep ya around darling” he smirked making my knees weak, but I still have my values I’m not just going to jump his bones even though the urge is so strong

“Oh I mean if you’re able to take me in I’ll earn my keep, help around the farm, anything I just…..I can’t stay out there alone any longer” I said praying he’d give me a chance, some hope

“Ya sure you know what you’re doing around a farm?” He asked as he looked me up and down, lingering on my chest

“I grew up on a farm, I know what I’m doing”

“Hmmm well come on in, see where you can stay” I let Missy go so she could run off with the others, following him inside, it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, cute kitchen, wooden accents around the house, he kept walking down a hallways till he stopped at a room waiting for me to go in first, it was cozy, I don’t care if this place was trashy as long as I can be stress free and have someone to keep me company

“You like it?” He asked from the doorway

“I love it, thank you” I said as I sit on the bed letting out a long awaited sigh

“How long were you out there?”

“I don’t know time is hard to keep track of out there, maybe 2 years”

“Damn girl, 2 years did you atleast have someone out there?”

“My farm fell early taking my family with it when the walkers came, so it’s just been me until now”

He gave me a pitiful look it made the blood rush to my cheeks

“Come on darlin, supper should be done, should get some food in you” he said waving me out of the room and Im quick to follow him to the kitchen where I sit at the table as he dishes up some food, fresh food something I haven’t had in well forever it feels like

He sits across from me at the table taking his hat of showing his dark brown hair streaked with some grey, biting my lip to stop myself from fantasizing about running my hands through his hair, pulling on it as I feel his beard scratch against my legs

“So what’s your name darlin, like to call you something other than sweet names” he smirks obviously realizing my constant leering but he didn’t make it easy

“I’m fine with your little names but it’s y/n”

“You got a spark still considering how long you’ve been out there, how old are you even?”

“20 you?”

“Let’s just say I’m old enough to be your father”

“Not a problem for me” I said under my breath

A few weeks went by and I did what I said, working hard around the farm, waking up early to collect eggs from the chicken coop, feeding the horses and sheep, picking any ripe berries from the garden all before he was even up, no different from today, I laid berries on our plates and scrambled some eggs finishing right when he comes out of his room, scruffy hair, boxers and a black tank top showing off his tattoos, yes I earned my keep but the tension between us was growing stronger and stronger everyday, every touch, every long night of staying up talking I have to do something about it

“Morning Negan sleep well?” I asked as he sat across from me, our usual spots since that first day

“Great darlin, would’ve been better if you were next to me all night” he smirked, he’d do this tease me and act like it was nothing but it was something to me especially when I’d stay up late at night touching myself thinking of the things he’d say

“Negan you’re driving me crazy you know that” I said chomping on a strawberry

“You think I don’t hear you?”

“What?” My face flushed, please god don’t let it be what I think it is

“At night, when you think I’m fast asleep, I hear you moaning my name, whimpering when you can’t make yourself finish” he said his voice getting deeper as he leaned further across the table

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I gotta go……..go clean up the hay” I said flustered and completely embarrassed standing up and leaving the house to the barn

OH MY GOD this is so embarrassing, he’s heard me touch my self to him what is wrong with me, it’s only been a week and I can’t control myself, maybe because he’s everything I want, strong sexy makes my knees weak and panties wet, plus I have so much pent up sexual frustration, growing up on a farm and not being allowed to date led to me now, a horny 20 year old fantasizing about a man who generously gave me shelter and food, I’m a mess, a horny mess that wants to ride this man all day long

I get to the barn pitchforking any loose straw back into the pile trying to figure out what I’m suppose to do now, how do I face him again after he’s heard me moan his name

“I can hear your crazy thoughts from here darling” I look to the barn door seeing him dressed in blue jeans, cowboy boots, his cowboy hat and a brown plaid

“I can’t take it anymore Negan, obviously you know that now, please just……..”

“Just what baby?” He asks his voice deeper again as he gets closer gripping my waist, his hands alone engulfing me

“Just touch me”

He leans down grabbing the back of my thighs lifting me to straddle his hips, my arms wrapped around his shoulders now face to face

“You sure you can handle this sweetheart?”

“I need it, I need you to fuck me please I’ve been so good” I say as he litters my neck with sloppy kisses

“You have, such a good girl for me, guess you deserve a big reward for that” he smirks as he squeezes my ass, laying my down in the hay pile

“Fuck you got me so hard, you know how hard it was to not bust into your room hearing your sweet moans just begging for me to plow this pussy?” He grips the bottom of my sundress hauling it off over my head leaving me in just my panties, my tits completely exposed

Hearing him groan as his hands roam my body, from my hips up my stomach to caress my tits rubbing his thumbs over them making my panties even more soaked

“That feels so good, doesn’t feel like this *fuck* when I try” I whimper my body feeling like it’s on fire

“No one ever make you feel good darling?” He says as he leaves kitten licks against my nipples feeling like lighting shooting from them to my clit, trying to grind against his thigh between my legs

“No, no one’s ever…..”

“No ones ever touched you, you’re a virgin?” He continues to suck hickeys down my stomach stopping at the hem of my panties

“Only you” I moan needing more

“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel good baby” he removed everything he’d wearing going to throw his hat in the pile of clothes but is top him

“Stop!……keep it on”

“You like cowboys? Wanna take a ride?” He smirks as he pulls down my panties leaving us both naked

“I mean I did save your horse, it’s only right to ride the cowboy” I say as I flip him over to straddle his hips, his dick standing big thick and prominent, he’s really gonna stretch me out good

“Oh ya it’s only right” he laughs squeezing my hips hard as he helps me move them back and forth grinding on his dick getting it wet

“I need it please”

“Take your time darling” he says as he lifts me up so I’m hovering right above him feeling his tip gently pushing against me

I slowly push down feeling the pressure and stretch, it hurt god it was way bigger than my two fingers

“Fuck baby you’re so tight” he grunts

“Is it…….is it all in, you’re so big I don’t know if I can take much more” I moan uncontrollably, all this sexual frustration finally breaking free

“Just a little more, come on be a good girl and take it” he helps push me down the rest of the way till I feel his skin flush against my clit

I sigh I relief that I got it all in but the sting isn’t pleasant

“Take your time cowgirl, wanna get you nice and stretched before you try and ride your cowboy” he laughs as he sits up kissing my neck again and rubbing my clit to help distract the pain

“God I can’t wait” I say gripping his shoulders as I start moving up and down, slowly at first feeling him deeper and deeper each time

“Fuck baby this pussy is gonna be the death of me” I take his hat putting it on holding it with one hand just like I would when riding a mechanical bull, bouncing and gyrating fast and harder and deeper feeling him hit that spot where it makes me see stars and screaming his name over and over as I feel that tension build up in my lower stomach

“Come on cowgirl, cum on my dick, make yourself cum, let it out” he says meeting my thrusts over and over driving even deeper

My hearing goes fuzzy feeling like my whole body is lit up with pleasure, it’s never felt this good before doing it by myself, soon feeling a warm liquid shoot up inside me, dripping down in between us making a sticky hot mess

Coming back down to earth from that mind blowing orgasm I feel his hands roaming up and down my back, his chest pressed against mine

“Did I do it right” I moan biting my lip slowly grinding on him

“Damn darling, that was the best fuck of my life, yeah you did it right, look great doing it to, could get us to this” he says laying back in the hay hands behind his head

I sat up feeling him slide out whining when he popped out his cum dripping onto the hay as I lean down against his chest

“I want more”

“Damn baby girl, they were right good girls really are the most frustrated”

We spent the rest of the day in the barn, him taking me in every position imaginable, everyone better than the last until we were exhausted and my pussy ached so good

“Glad you found my horse that day”

“Me too Negan”

I want this man desperately damn, I’m newish to writing this kind of story so if you got any tips lmk

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 7,252 (oof, this one got long!)

Pairing: Negan Smith x Reader

Reader pronouns: largely unspecified (but Negan does refer to reader as doll and darling which could be considered more feminine terms of endearment)

Warnings: language haha, frightening scenarios, references to past violence

Summary: Months have now passed since Y/N began taking on Negan as a "project" and the reader suggests an even longer run outside the walls.

A/N: This is part of a series! Find all the parts on the Negan Master List.

Previous Part here!

“It’s been months,” you said. “There hasn’t been a single time that I’ve felt unsafe, and both of you know I never let my guard down.”

Daryl was leaning up against the wall beside the door, his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was serious but largely unreadable. Michonne leaned forward on the table, considering your words.

“We need to think long-term here. Are we just going to keep him locked up forever? Or is there some version of this where he gets out and either integrates as much as possible or—or goes on his way?”

Michonne sighed and shook her head. “I’m not sure any of us have the answer to that yet,” she said.

“I know. I still don’t,” you said. “I’m not sure what the future looks like for him, but I know we have to do more than just letting him out to pick tomatoes every once in a while. So, that’s what I’m doing. And with you two stuck here dealing with the wall and the kids—and the pantry and medical supplies starting to run low, well… let’s kill two birds with one stone.”

Daryl sighed and straightened up. “I ain’t gonna say I like it, but I trust ya and I’ve seen your judgment play out too many times to doubt it. If ya think it’ll be alrigh’, then—well, ‘m good with it. But ya gotta show us exactly where you’ll be and when to expect ya back in case we need to come lookin’.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll mark it all on the map. We should be able to make it out and back in a single long day. Leave early. Get back late.”

“And no weapons for him unless it’s an absolute emergency,” Michonne emphasized.

“Of course,” you agreed.

“Alright,” Michonne nodded. “When will you go?”

“Tomorrow,” you said. “I’ll get everything ready today.”

“I’ll walk ya out,” Daryl drawled, watching as you grabbed your bag and shouldered it. “Listen—” he started.

You looked over at him and smiled, already knowing you were about to get a worried Daryl Dixon lecture. “Mhm?” you prompted him.

“The hell are ya smirkin’ about?” he growled, his brow furrowing.

“Nothing,” you laughed. “Go ahead.”

“Well—if somethin’ happens out there… if it comes down to you or him…” he trailed off.

Your brow furrowed deeply now to match his. “It won’t,” you said seriously.

He shifted anxiously. “But if it does…”

“Daryl. It’s not going to,” you insisted.

He nodded, pulling back. “Wish I could go with ya… I’d feel better about it.”

He relented and nodded, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Okay. C’mere.” He pulled you into a hug and you smiled as he folded you up against him. “I just want ya to be safe, is all.”

“I know. I will,” you agreed.

“I know. But it’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“You’re shitting me, right?” Negan said, his breakfast still in his hand, not a single bite taken.

You stared at him and then let out a dry laugh. “That’s not exactly the reaction I was expecting,” you said.

“Well, shit. I mean… a real scavenging trip? That’s what you’re saying?” Negan said. He ran a hand back through his hair and stood, pacing a tight circle in his cell. “Who else is going?”

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why? Someone specific you want me to invite? Want me to ask your old pal Gabriel? Or wait—Eugene?”

He laughed but looked vaguely shocked. “Well, I’m sorry but I’m just—a little fuckin’ surprised, doll.” You’d eased some on scolding Negan for the pet names over the last few weeks and generally just ignored them now unless it was something really egregious. (You’d nearly hit him for calling you ‘princess’ one day, so he had at least not tried that again.) He seemed to enjoy taking full advantage of you turning a deaf ear to them now. “Just you and me? Out there?” he clarified.

“You and I have already been out there alone how many times, hmm? I don’t see why this should be any different,” you said, digging around in your pack.

“Well, it’s farther. I mean, farther for you to get help if—”

You straightened up and fixed a skeptical gaze on him. “If what? If you suddenly decide to attempt to murder me? Attack me? Steal the car and leave me out there? I’ll still be armed and you won’t. Besides, I’ve been through more shit out there than—”

He laughed again. “I was just gonna say in case any number of bad fuckin’ things happens out there. And we both know that they do.”

“Yeah. You used to be one of those bad things, remember?” you shot back quickly. He sighed at your deflection and you couldn’t help but laughing. “I am having to sell this harder to you than I did to Michonne and Daryl. What is going on? What are you worried about?”

“I’m not worried! Although, it would be fuckin’ nice to have something to defend myself with in case of the dead or unexpected assholes…”

“ ‘Unexpected Assholes’?” you repeated. “What is that, your one man play?” you quipped. “Let me guess—you’ll be playing yourself.”

Negan couldn’t resist a hearty laugh at that, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s good. You’re fuckin’ hilarious as usual, doll.” But he looked serious again the next moment. “Anyway, about me having some way to defend myself…”

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” you said lazily. “I’ll let you have, like, a stick if you want,” you smirked. He only stared back at you. “I told you that I’ll protect you! You think I’m just gonna let a walker wander up and bite you?” There was a thick silence for a moment where he just stared back at you.

“I’m not worried about one walker. I’m worried about all the random, rogue shit that can happen out there.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to trust me! Do you not want to go or what?” you pressed him, perplexed at his reaction.

He paused, drew in a deep breath, and let it out. Then that damn smirk showed back up on his face, sending his hazel eyes sparkling. “Are you asking if I want to go spend some quality time alone with you? Just the two of us? No one to interrupt… Completely at your mercy for whatever you may decide to do with me… or to me…”

You rolled your eyes, catching onto his tone immediately. “That could include killing you,” you cautioned him, eliciting a low laugh from him. You hated that the deep gravel of it gave you goosebumps. You did your best to ignore it.

“I don’t know… I’m starting to think this is just a ploy to get away with me where nobody can easily interrupt us,” Negan said. “I mean, shit. No need hide your true intentions from me,” he grinned. “I am absolutely 110% on board with that. Use me all you want, doll,” he grinned, now gripping the bars of his cell door. “God, I’d love to be fuckin’ used by you.”

You crossed your arms and fixed a stern look on him, hoping that your face wasn’t flushing bright red. You cleared your throat. “Sounds more like wishful thinking on your part. It’s a scavenging run, Negan, not a fucking romantic getaway,” you said.

“Are you sure you said that right? I think you meant romantic fucking getaway. Emphasis on the—”

“Negan! Stop! I will cancel this whole thing! Jesus Christ!”

That shit-eating grin was still on his face and he laughed again, thoroughly pleased with himself. “Alright, alright. I’m done. I think…”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “Scavenging. Run.” you repeated.

“Yeah, we’ll see, doll. We’ll see. So, where are we going exactly?”

You forged ahead, ignoring his last comments in favor of moving on. “There are some old houses and other structures we’ve only ever done a cursory search of. Probably not going to make a huge score but there’s always something left behind, something hidden. But who knows? Maybe we’ll get lucky,” you said.

“Fuck me, I’d love to get lucky…” he laughed again.

“Negan!” you exclaimed again.

“Alright! I’m sorry,” he chuckled.

“So, are you in?” you asked, slightly exasperated.

The two of you were separated by only the iron bars and a small buffer of space, hardly a foot. He was still smiling at you and you hated that the thought that he was handsome flickered through your mind. It wasn’t the first time you’d thought it—but the thought always surprised you, like it came from somewhere outside of yourself, not by your conjuration alone. “Fuck yes, I’m in,” he answered, interrupting your thoughts.

“You promise to listen to everything I say? If I tell you to run, if I tell you to hide—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I promise,” he said, smiling. “If I don’t, you’ll shoot me in the fuckin’ knee or some shit. Can we skip the pep talk?”

You gave him a stern look but unlocked his cell and tossed him the spare pack you’d brought. You dug into your own bag and handed him some supplies, including some outerwear. He tucked them into his bag and looked up at you expectantly. “Where to, warden?”

You rolled your eyes again but couldn’t help the tiniest smirk. “Car is right outside. Let’s get going. The sun is starting to come up and it could be a long day.”

“Great. Can I drive?” he quipped, shouldering his bag. You only shot him a look that made him laugh again, but he saw the slight curve at the corners of your mouth.

The drive to the crumbling ruins of the neighborhood was slow, but uneventful. The sun was up and filtering through the trees overhead as you and Negan climbed out and started toward the buildings. You were quiet, focused, and Negan couldn’t help admiring your efficiency and care as you went about your mission.

The two of you stopped at the edge of the crumbling street, concealed in some taller brush. The street was overgrown with weeds and lined with dilapidated houses. It was almost eerily quiet.

“Alright,” you breathed quietly. “We’ll go building by building, down one side and back up the other. Pay attention to signs of walkers or people,” you said softly, gripping the straps of your pack. “Follow my lead and stay close.”

“You got it,” Negan replied, slipping his hands into his pockets as he followed alongside you toward the first house. “I gotta say, it is really uncomfortable being out here without a damn weapon. More so here than in the woods,” he commented, his eyes shifting around to study the other buildings, scrutinizing for a sign of movement. “I feel like I’m naked,” he said.

“I guarantee—” You paused to tap on the wall of the house the two of you were standing beside, listening for anything inside. “You’re not. If you were naked, I would not be this fuckin’ calm, Negan,” you said, half-distracted.

He chuckled and licked his bottom lip, smirking.

“What?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t think that sounded how you meant it to sound,” he laughed.

Your cheeks flushed. “Oh, shut up. You know what I meant!”

“Your brain is saying one thing but your lips are sayin’ another, darlin’,” he teased you.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the front door open, stepping cautiously inside. The smell was of mildew and stagnant air as you stepped inside. A heavy layer of dust and dirt coated everything; overturned furniture, books standing or tipped over on shelves, a stately chair still positioned in front of the fireplace. Somewhere deeper in the house, water was dripping. You had your gun out and started clearing the lower floors. Negan ghosted behind you.

You made for the staircase to check the upstairs when there was a soft thump overhead. Your eyes and Negan’s went to the ceiling.

“Alright… maybe someone is home after all,” he commented, giving you a concerned look.

“It’s gotta be a walker,” you said. “Maybe an animal.” You proceeded cautiously toward the staircase.

“Hey,” Negan said softly. “Be careful.”

You turned and looked at him for a long moment before you started up the stairs. He seemed genuinely on edge, worried. He stayed right on your heels as you climbed the steps, the muscle in his jaw tensed as his teeth clenched together.

You cleared two bedrooms and finally came to a closed door at the end of the hall. As the floor creaked under your boots, there was the sound of more movement behind the door. You reached for the door knob, gun ready in your other hand. You took a deep breath and quickly turned it shoving the door open and aiming the muzzle of your pistol inside.

An opossum let out an angry hiss and then scrambled up and out of a broken window. It had been rooting around in some debris on the floor. A huge sigh of relief escaped you and Negan watched your shoulders sag. You laughed a little as you turned to look back at Negan. He gave you a relieved look.

“I gotta be honest,” he said. “I fuckin’ hate this shit. I feel completely helpless without something to use if something bad happens. What am I supposed to do if you need help?”

You gave him a somewhat sympathetic look, thinking about how it would feel to be in his place—the unknown behind every locked door with no knife, no gun… completely vulnerable and reliant on someone who was essentially his jailor. “Well,” you said. “I have a feeling if something really did go wrong, you’d figure something out.”

He considered your words for a moment. “Yeah. I hope so.” He thought about what he would do. What if they ran into some bad men? Bad people? What would he really do if you were in danger? He didn’t have to think hard to know the answer. Anything. He’d do anything he needed to. The thought seemed to dig deep into the center of his chest and sit there, heavy. It was almost a surprise. “So, now what? House is clear.”

You holstered your gun again. “Now, we search. See if there’s anything left. A lot of people hid things, right after. There’s always something left behind. You take the upstairs. I’ll go through the downstairs.”

Negan nodded his agreement and turned back to the trashed bathroom, the sound of your steps fading away down the staircase. He searched every room, every cabinet, every closet, under beds, under loose floorboards, but came away with nothing of interest except for half a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. He headed downstairs where he could hear you rummaging around in the living room. “Hey,” he greeted you, stepping over the threshold. You were standing completely frozen now at the shelves, looking down at something. “Y/N?” he said again. You still didn’t seem to have heard him. He wandered closer. “Find something?”

You startled a little and turned to look at him, a picture frame in your hand. “Oh. No, not really. You?”

“Half a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I stuck it in my pack.” He nodded toward the frame. “What’s that?”

You looked down at it again. “It’s nothing. It’s just this—this family portrait. I wonder if they lived here—” you said thoughtfully. Your voice seemed to drift away a little. “Or what happened to them, you know? Did they make it? Were they ever safe again after the outbreak?”

Negan looked on with a thoughtful expression, his dark brows furrowed over his eyes. He nodded and moved closer to get a better view of the photo behind the cracked glass. He smiled at it, chuckling a little. “Hmm. Mom, Dad, and three kids. A perfect nuclear family,” he said.

“Looks like the 90s,” you laughed. “Check out the clothes.”

“Yeah, they probably went down to JCPenney to take advantage of the fancy photography studio,” Negan remarked. “Dad looks like an accountant, doesn’t he?”

“Mmm, I’m getting more of a bank manager vibe. Mom probably stayed at home when the kids were little and then goes back to work as a teacher once the youngest is in kindergarten,” you replied, now smiling a little too.

Negan ran a hand back through his hair thoughtfully and cocked his head. “You know—I was a teacher,” he said suddenly. “I’ve never really told anyone that since things went to shit. Kind of lessens the mystique,” he laughed dryly.

Your eyes snapped over to his face, one of your eyebrows arching gracefully with the question on your face. He laughed again. “Yeah, I know… hard to believe, right? How could such an asshole be a teacher?” he said.

A slight wince flickered across your face for a brief second at his words, as if you didn’t like the way he’d talked about himself. But that couldn’t be right… “What did you teach?”

“I was a high school P.E. teacher,” he said. “Coached some of the school teams too. Basketball. Football.”

“P.E.?” you repeated. “And you’re not even going to make a ‘physical education’ joke?” you teased him. “Wow. Are you feeling okay?”

He laughed lightly. “You beat me to it,” he said. He glanced back at the picture and sighed. “Should we get going? Lots of buildings to search,” he said.

You nodded and stared down at the picture for another moment.

“What’re you doing?” Negan asked, watching you take the back off the picture frame. You fumbled with the backing and then removed the family photo from the damaged frame.

“I just—feel like someone should remember them, you know?”

Negan’s gaze was fixed on you, flickering over your face. There was something so soft in it at that moment that you felt slightly unbalanced. You distracted yourself by bending to slip the photo into your pack. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he said gently.

You deflected, laughing as you shouldered your pack again. “Oh, you’ve got no idea,” you said sarcastically, again ignoring the heat in your face. “Come on.”

The two of you went on, searching each home and several stores, working your way down the block and partway up the next. You’d managed some good finds, including a hidden cellar that clearly had belonged to a survivalist type (who had apparently “opted out” and his corpse still watched over the hidden entrance). You’d have to make a few trips to the car in order to get all the supplies and gear back, or otherwise figure out a way to get the car in through the overgrown side road. The two of you piled the finds in a safe place in one of the rooms on the main floor, stacking Rubbermaid tubs full of helpful items in neat piles.

“Fuck me,” Negan sighed, setting the last one on top. “Well, when you’re right, you’re fuckin’ right, doll. There’s always somethin’ left behind.”

You wiped at the sweat near your hairline. “Yeah,” you sighed. “Not bad.” You had a satisfied smile on your face. It felt good to do something concrete that would help people back home. You glanced out the window, assessing the light outside. It’d taken quite some time to get things moved up from the cellar and you wondered if you should keep searching the rest of the houses or call it a day. “I think it’s starting to get late,” you said, remarking mainly on the way the light already seemed like it was fading.

“Mmm,” Negan hummed, going to the front bay window and looking out. His eyes had been searching the street all day, vigilant, as if waiting for some psychos to suddenly burst out of one of the houses. But the only signs of inhabitation or squatting you’d found were clearly from long before, now covered in dust and debris or otherwise moldering in damp corners or on top of filthy mattresses. Now, as you were busy drinking from your canteen, Negan’s shifting suddenly stopped. “Hey, doll—I’m no meteorologist, but those clouds look like bad fuckin’ news.” It had been overcast all day, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that this was something else.

You capped your canteen and went to the front door, your brow now furrowed heavily to match his. You pulled the door open and peered at the sky. Ominous didn’t even begin to cover it. There was not a sniff of wind at the moment and the air seemed to hum with electricity. Negan appeared next to you in the doorway, squinting at the low and heavy sky.

“I’m pretty sure when the sky turns fuckin’ green, there’s some bad shit coming,” he said. He glanced over at you.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath. “Yeah. Yeah, green sky is… tornado weather. Fuck,” you muttered, glancing back at the pile of supplies.

“What do you want to do?” Negan asked.

You sighed, pushing a hand back through your hair. “Even if we head back to the car now, we probably can’t outrun that… the old highway is FUBAR in some places. It’s not like we can drive 60 mph all the way back to Alexandria. And that would mean leaving all these supplies here.” As if on cue, the complete stillness in the air broke as a rushing wind approached like a tidal wave, creaking and cracking in the trees and swirling dust and dried leaves across the open ground until it reached the two of you standing on the porch. Your hair lifted and blew back from your face.

“I’ll ask you again,” Negan said, speaking louder now over the roar of the wind, “what do you want to do?”

You hesitated, glancing from him back to the quickly approaching menacing clouds. The little light left was fading fast. “Fuck,” you muttered again. “I—I think we’re better off weathering it here than in a car out there,” you said.

“I definitely agree with that,” Negan said.

“Once the storm clears, maybe then we can try to get the car in here and load up the supplies and get home. We’ll be delayed a bit longer than expected but—I think it’s the best move. Hopefully, we’re just stuck a couple more hours.”

Negan nodded. “Alright. Where are we holing up? Because this shit is about to kick the fuck off,” he said, surveying the street again.

“Here is as good a place as any,” you said. “There’s a basement and almost all the windows are intact or boarded up. Come on. Let’s get inside.”

Negan followed you in and shut the door on the wind. Your eyes were already on him when he turned around again. He was trying to decode your expression but it was largely unreadable. He unshouldered his pack and set it on the floor, taking a seat on the stairs across from where you were now leaning up against the wall. The ambient light from outside was quickly waning and before long you could hear raindrops start to pound the roof. They increased in size and then seemed to be blowing across the roof in waves of water.

You could hear the huge cottonwood trees creaking and cracking in the wind. You tried to peer out through the boarded slats over the window to see if they were dropping branches but it was too dark. Behind you, Negan pulled out a flashlight from his pack and clicked it on. It had grown extremely dark with the heavy storm clouds gathering and unleashing the torrents of rain. You were still standing right by the window, looking out, when he spoke again.

“Hey, maybe we should move away from the windows, doll,” Negan said, worried. He didn’t like how close you were standing to all that glass, even if it was mostly boarded over. His voice was deep and resonant in the space between you with just the raging background noise outside.

“Yeah. Maybe,” you said. You bent to grab your pack when you suddenly heard a loud thud against the side of the house. You straightened up, your eyes widening. Negan had heard it too, his eyes were narrowed, ears strained, listening. It was difficult to hear anything over the storm.

“What was that?” you asked, your voice breathy. “Some debris blowing against the house?” you asked.

Negan shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said, standing from his place on the steps and going to the doorway of the room the sound had seemed to come from. The roaring storm seemed to reach new extremes. The wind sounded like a train bearing down on the little dilapidated structure the two of you were sheltering in. Rain and hail lashed the siding and the roof. There was another thud from outside, this time on the window.

“There. Again,” you said, anxiously pacing toward Negan to stare into the room. His flashlight was still on. Another thud, and then another. You squinted, trying to distinguish anything through the boarded windows but it was too dark. Then, a flash of lightning shot the sky outside with blinding white and you couldn’t help the soft gasp that left you at what it illuminated.

“What?” Negan asked urgently.

You couldn’t speak. You just reached for the flashlight. Negan looked down as your hand landed on top of his. He could feel you trembling slightly and for a moment he was so shocked by your touch that he didn’t understand what you were doing. With your gentle grip, you directed the yellow beam of the light slowly to the window. As it came to rest between two of the boards and shone through the glass, Negan registered that there were walkers clawing to get in, rotting faces pressed to the glass, bloody fingertips, snapping teeth. Dozens. “Ho-ly fuck!” he exclaimed, jerking the flashlight off the window and quickly shutting it off. You and Negan stood in the dark for a moment, neither of you moving, now keenly aware of the pounding noise and dull thuds on the exterior of the house, cutting through the wind and rain. Were you imagining it or was the pounding increasing, getting louder? More frequent? Negan could hear your breath beside him in the dark. “Well, that shit was straight out of a fuckin’ horror movie,” he remarked in a low voice.

“Yeah,” you whispered back. “Where the fuck did they come from? It sounds like we’re surrounded.”

“I don’t fuckin’ know. Seems like they rolled in with the storm.”

“Maybe they can feel the barometric pressure changes or something. Almost like a migration,” you commented, feeling your heart rate and breathing finally start to slow down after the shock of discovering the herd.

Negan chuckled beside you and you heard him shift. “Who do you think you’re talking to? Eugene?”

You let out a dry laugh. “Okay… so, now we just have the storm of the century and a fucking herd to deal with. Great. Okay… let’s think…”

Negan finally clicked his flashlight on again but kept it pointed at the floor. “This place seems sturdy but maybe we should barricade ourselves better.”

You glanced toward the basement where you’d discovered the hidden cellar. Your eyes next drifted toward the stack of supplies. “Basement is pretty much ready to barricade thanks to that dead survivalist guy, but if they do break in we could be trapped down there for fuck-knows how long.”

“Not sure we have any better options. We don’t want to be upstairs either. We’re sure as shit not going out on the roof in this if they get in and if there is a fucking tornado and we're on the top floor—” Negan broke off.

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding. You dug into your own pack and pulled out a headlamp, quickly turning it on dimly. “Grab some of these. They have food and medical supplies, and some other gear,” you said, grabbing one of the many Rubbermaid containers and heading toward the stairs down to the basement.

“Man, I’m so glad we carried all this shit up here,” Negan joked, picking up a stack of two big containers.

“Sorry. Next time I’ll consult my crystal ball,” you quipped, but right then there was the sound of shattering glass and the storm and the growling got slightly louder. One of the windows in the next room had broken. Negan could see hands and fingers reaching in around the boards.

“Let’s go. Downstairs,” he urged you, his voice intense and thick with concern.

You started down, but shot back at him over your shoulder. “Aren’t I the one in charge here?”

“I don’t see you disagreeing with that idea,” Negan said, setting his containers down beside yours. “Stay here. I’ll go grab a couple more boxes,” he said.

“Whoa. Me stay here? What is this? You don’t even have a weapon!” you argued.

He gave you an exasperated look. “Fine. Then by all means, come with me, darlin’!” He turned and rushed back up the stairs and you had to hurry after him, one hand on your knife in its sheath.

“Negan,” you snapped at him in a low voice as you rounded the doorway back onto the main floor. But he wasn’t by the supplies. You glanced around and could see the dim glow of his light in the next room, the one where the walkers had broken a window. Rain and the occasional hailstone were puddling under the window among the shards of glass. “What the fuck?” You nearly collided with each other when he turned around and started back toward the door. “What are you doing?! Put that down!” you growled.

He had an iron fireplace poker in his hand. That’s what he’d been doing in this room, grabbing it from the set of fireplace tools. “Don’t you think this qualifies as kind of a capital “E” emergency?” he argued.

You stared at him, intense, your chest heaving, and to your annoyance, he smiled at you.

“Goddamn. You look fuckin’ hot as shit when you’re pissed off! I mean, you’re always hot but ho-ly shit! I'm scared and suddenly all tingly downtown!”

Your hand went purposefully to your knife again and you stared him down. “I said. Put it. The fuck. Down.”

“Doll, just hear me out—”

“Negan.”

Another crack and the sound of shattering glass behind him and you saw more arms reaching through between the boards of another window. “Okay, we don’t have time for this right now. You can stab me or whatever downstairs,” he said. He breezed past you and grabbed a couple more boxes of supplies. You had no choice but to begrudgingly follow after him.

He turned, straightening up as he heard your boots hitting the bottom steps, and he opened his mouth to say something, but you were already on him before he could get even a syllable out.

You kicked him hard on the inside of one of his thighs and he dropped sideways onto his knee. The poker dropped from his hand and rang out on the cement floor. You kicked it away and it slid into the far wall with a harsh scraping sound. Your knife was unsheathed and pointed at the base of his throat before he knew what was happening. To your amazement, once he recovered from his pained grimaces, he fucking smiled again.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” he asked in a low, gruff voice.

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me. When I brought you out here, you said you would listen to every fucking thing I told you to do. This is your one single second chance. Next time you fuck up, it’ll be my knife going into your thigh instead of my boot. Got it?”

He gulped, still on one knee at the point of your knife and still, to your annoyance, vaguely smiling. “Oh, I got it,” he responded, his eyebrows lifting.

“Good,” you said, backing off and letting him stand up. “Now, go pick up the fucking poker. I’m gonna lock up the door…”

“Wait‚ what?” Negan laughed, still rubbing at his leg where you’d kicked him. “After all that, you’re letting me have it?”

“Yes,” you said. “This does roughly qualify as an emergency. Or at least, the border of one. But those kinds of decisions? They’re not yours to make, Negan. You’re not the one in charge here.”

He looked both stunned and amused. “That is becoming more and more clear every fuckin’ day,” he said softly, looking at you with some expression you couldn’t completely discern.

You gave him a perplexed look and then headed up the stairs to seal up the door. There were heavy brackets on the back of the reinforced door (thank you, dead survivalist man) and you spotted a thick board leaning up against the railing. Once you’d closed and locked it, you heaved up the heavy wooden slat and dropped it into place in the brackets, adding extra security in case the walkers did get inside and try to push through. As you removed your hand hastily to head back downstairs, a jagged corner on one of the metal brackets sliced into your palm. You jerked it back and stared as a long crimson gash began to leak fat drops of blood onto the steps below you. You pulled in a hiss of breath through your teeth. “Great,” you sighed, cradling it in the other hand and trotting back down. Overhead, you could hear the storm still raging, but as a low hum now.

Negan stood up from his seat on one of the containers of supplies as soon as he saw you. A concerning amount of shockingly red blood was dripping off your hand and onto the floor. “What happened?” he asked, moving closer as you attempted to dig into your pack with your other hand, blood now running down your forearm. “Jesus, let me help you!” He grabbed your pack away and dug around inside until he found a small kit with spare bits of cloth for bandaging, some gauze pads, and a few other assorted odds and ends for first aid. “Wait, I’ve got that alcohol in my pack. We should clean it first.”

“It’ll be fine,” you argued, pulling off your headlamp and watching as Negan clicked on a lantern he’d found in one of the boxes.

“Would you let me help you with this at least? Can I? Please? I’m asking permission now,” he joked, shooting you a goading expression.

You cocked your head at him and tried to look annoyed, but you conceded, taking a seat on a plastic container across from him.

Negan dug out the alcohol and poured a generous amount out onto your palm. You gritted your teeth together at the burn and winced. “Sorry,” he said, pressing a gauze pad down over it, holding it gently on his own hand now. “But better than an infection, right?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, feeling strangely on edge with your hand in his.

Negan used some of the long, clean strips of cloth to bandage it up and hold the gauze in place, tying it securely but gently before relinquishing his hold on you. “Should have the doc take a look at that when we get back,” he said. “Pretty deep. Might need some stitches on that one.”

“Yeah. Maybe. It'll probably be too late by the time we get out of here,” you said, finally sighing as you suddenly realized how tired you were. Now that you felt more secure and safe, a strange thing with Negan sitting a mere foot away from you with no dividing bars between, the adrenaline had run out. Exhaustion was starting to set in. You took stock of the space. Your eyes wandered from the door into the hidden cellar where you’d found most of the supplies, back to the corpse of the survivalist in the far corner, over to the boxes next to Negan.

He was putting the first aid stuff back into your pack when his fingers nudged something and he paused; a thick stack of glossy photos. He pulled them out, curious. On top was the first one, the one in the very first house that the two of you had talked about, but there were more along with it now—many more. He flipped through a couple until you noticed and shifted where you were sitting. His hazel eyes lifted up to your face. “These are all from today?” he asked.

You nodded and tried to clear the sudden lump in your throat.

“You kept them? All of them?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He sighed, shaking his head vaguely, and thumbed through more; families on vacations, some guy holding a big fish, a young couple smiling in front of the Statue of Liberty, babies and kids and dogs and cats, an elderly couple posing in front of a studio background.

Your voice suddenly cut into him. “Did you ever stop to think that every person you put under your bat, they probably had photos like this? Were in photos like this?” you said suddenly. A particularly loud rumble of thunder boomed and rolled, as if on cue. Your eyes, clear and steady and striking even in the low glow of the lantern, felt like they were seeing straight into his core.

He frowned. The lines on his face seemed to become more pronounced, and he almost cringed. “No,” he answered honestly, the gravel in his voice heavy and gritty. “I didn’t think about it at all, most of the time. I think that was a lot of what I was doing. Not thinking. I know that's a shit fuckin' excuse. It's not an excuse... but I didn’t—want to think about the hard stuff.”

You were curious, interested, and felt that same vulnerability he seemed to be giving you more and more rolling off him in waves. “Like what?”

He gave you a sad smile. You could hear the wind whistling above you and the pounding of the rain. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

But now you were the one to back away, ducking your head, avoiding his eyes. Negan saw that there was hurt there, deep hurt. “I don’t think we’re quite there yet,” you murmured, fiddling with the bandage on your palm. “I mean, I’m not…”

“Hey, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” Negan replied, “you don’t owe me a damn thing. But can I tell you somethin’, doll?” He hesitated for a moment. “I—I like you. You kicked the shit out of me and held a knife to my throat about ten minutes ago and I still really like you. Genuinely. As a person, as a badass, as a—”

“Negan—” you interrupted him.

“If I had to be trapped in a basement with a corpse, a tornado and a herd outside, I can’t think of another person I’d rather be stuck with,” he said.

“Negan—” you tried again.

“No, listen to me. I’m trying to tell you—”

“You don’t like me, okay? You just feel that way because I’m the only person who really talks to you, who spends time with you, who brings you your meals, and looks after some fraction of your well-being. It’s like—it’s like trauma bonding, okay? That’s all it is.”

“No. It’s not just that. See Gabe was doin’ all that same shit and I still didn’t fuckin’ like him… I mean, not as much as I like you.”

As usual, when what you were feeling was becoming overwhelming, too many thoughts, too many emotions, you deflected with humor. “I’m cuter than Gabriel.”

Negan laughed and this time the sound was warm and almost comforting. “Yeah. No argument there…”

You allowed yourself a half-smile and then sighed, rubbing your hands over your face. “Fuck, I’m tired. What a long fucking day…”

“There are those sleeping bags in one of these boxes I think,” Negan said, starting to pull at the lids.

You laughed. “I can’t sleep,” you said.

“Why not?”

“Besides the insane storm outside and the horde? Uhh… I don’t know, you?” you offered, your tone a little sardonic.

But Negan’s face was perfectly serious. “The storm and the horde—can’t do shit about those companions and I agree that they are crappy house guests, but they’re not fuckin’ goin’ anywhere soon from what I can hear. That’s not changing whether you’re asleep or awake. As for me—” he tilted his head and gave you an appraising look, “I do not want to hurt you. And I won’t. And I’m not running away with the dickhole party outside so, you may as well catch some shut-eye. I’ll keep watch.”

You considered him for a long moment but finally shook your head. “No. No, I can’t sleep now…”

Negan sighed and rested the fireplace poker across his knees. “Well, then I’d say it’s going to be a long night… Got any ideas about how to pass the time?”

The mischievous sparkle came back into his eyes and you shot him a stern look that was apparently not enough of a deterrent. “Don’t—”

“We still do have those sleeping bags. I can think of some activities for a makeshift bed that don’t involve actual sleep.”

“Negan, there’s literally a corpse in the corner and a horde outside and that’s where your mind goes?”

He laughed. “Can you blame me? I’ve been in jail for, how long now? Five, six years? And trust me, Gabey Baby wasn’t giving me any action.” He paused at the look on your face, laughing again. “Come on, doll. I’m just kidding. Though it would help pass the time, you deserve far better than a sleeping bag on a dirty basement floor.”

“With a dead guy watching,” you added.

“With a dead guy watching,” he repeated, scratching absently at the stubble on his face. “That is pretty fuckin’ metal though,” he smirked.

“Negan, saying that I deserve better than that is really saying nothing. Anyone deserves better than that,” you sighed, standing up and pacing. “So yeah. I’d say it’s going to be a long night.”

[kaylovestwd]

Negan Smith x Reader

How He Would Celebrate Your Birthday

Okay, darlin', let's just imagine for a minute that you’re the one and only in Negan Smith’s life. Forget the Savior compound, forget the walkers for just a little bit. It's your birthday, and Negan? He’s all about making it unforgettable. Here's how I think he'd do it:

Forget gentle whispers and soft kisses. Okay, MAYBE there's a kiss or two. But expect to be woken up with a playful shout of, "Rise and shine, birthday girl! The world awaits your awesomeness!"

He'd probably have already made coffee, strong and black just the way he (thinks) you like it. It might be a little rough around the edges, but the effort is what counts, right?

A single, slightly squashed wildflower found who-knows-where will be presented with a cheeky grin. He’s not exactly subtle, but the gesture is sweet.

Forget fancy silverware and linen napkins. This is the apocalypse, people! Think more along the lines of a sturdy tray balanced precariously on the edge of the bed.

The breakfast itself? Scavenged goods, elevated. Maybe some canned peaches transformed into a surprisingly delicious cobbler, or perfectly cooked eggs (somehow!) with a side of crispy, suspiciously delicious…something.

Expect a LOT of teasing and playful banter during breakfast. Negan's not one for quiet mornings. He’ll want to hear about your birthday wishes and what you're hoping for in the year ahead.

Negan wouldn't force you to do anything strenuous on your birthday. He’d probably try to get you out of whatever chores you normally do.

A leisurely stroll through the woods, hand-in-hand, would definitely be on the agenda, maybe aiming for that one spot where the sunlight always seems perfect.

He might even try his hand at surprising you with some small gift he “found”

Don’t expect diamonds and pearls, sweetie. Resources are scarce! But what he does give you will be thoughtful, in its own Negan-y way.

Maybe he painstakingly repaired that old, broken necklace you loved. Or maybe he carved you a little wooden figurine that vaguely resembles you (emphasis on vaguely).

Regardless of what it is, he'll present it with genuine pride and a hopeful look in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to see you smile.

Forget Michelin stars. This is all about communal effort and making the most of what they have.

Everyone at the compound would be involved in some way, contributing whatever meager ingredients they can spare.

Expect a slightly chaotic, but undeniably heartwarming, atmosphere filled with laughter, singing (off-key, mostly), and heartfelt well wishes.

Negan himself would likely be in charge of grilling whatever meat they managed to find, basting it with a secret (and probably questionable) marinade.

After the feast, Negan would steal you away for some alone time.

A blanket spread out under the stars, a bottle of scavenged (and probably watered-down) whiskey, and just the two of you.

This is where the softer side of Negan comes out. He’d actually listen to you, really listen, holding your hand tight as you share your hopes and dreams.

He might even tell you a story about his past, something he rarely does, letting you see a glimpse of the man he was before the world went to hell.

As the night winds down, Negan would hold you close, whispering promises of protection and undying affection.

He'd tell you how much you mean to him, how you've brought light and hope into his life, and how he can't imagine facing another day without you.

And as you drift off to sleep in his arms, you’d know, without a doubt, that even in the apocalypse, you are loved. Deeply and fiercely.

So there you have it. A birthday with Negan Smith. It wouldn't be perfect, it wouldn't be fancy, but it would be real. It'd be filled with his unique brand of love, loyalty, and a surprising amount of genuine affection. And honestly, darlin', what more could a girl ask for?

[vampirafics]

Cowboy Interrupted pt.1

Character: Negan Smith x Freader!

Summary: Your grandfather just passed recently, and you inherited his ranch. You moved into the countryside side, not expecting anything different, but one thing you forgot was about the older, grumpy neighbor.

Note: this is my first fic in a long time so sorry if this is bad!! Was reading fanfics last night and got an idea for a fan fic!

wc 1.3k

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I stood there as I had just finished working on a small section of the barn. Taking a step out, I heard a truck pulling in on the other side of the fence. As I looked over, it was no other than Negan Smith. My annoying, more stubborn neighbor. He wore a button-up shirt with jeans, and to top it off, his jacket. It has only been about two months since I moved in, and even then, all we do is bicker when we see each other.

“Damn you look like shit” He said as I heard his annoying laugh. Every time, he would say a snarky comment. He would do that damn annoying laugh.

“Morning to you, too, Negan.” I just rolled my eyes, turning around to look at him. I smiled, having to slightly look up at him.

“Watch that tone, kid.” Negan’s eyes stared into mine, picking up my attitude. He crossed his arms as he tried to make himself look scarier. “Just cause you’ve been out here for about 2 months ain’t mean shit to me” He said

“Just cause you lived out here for basically your whole life doesn’t mean that means anything to me” I said, crossing my arms. For some strange reason, Negan hated city folk. Never quite knew why. Never cared to ask.

“Look, you got work to do” He said, snickering as he licked his lips, looking at the barn. He then leaned in and whispered. “And by the looks of it. Those city muscles ain’t gonna cut it.” He stands back up straight.

“I got it, thanks for your remark though” I say as I roll my eyes. I turned around and started walking away towards my house.

“Hey, wait! We still gotta talk about the property line!” He says, holding onto the fence, clenching it. Looking at me, waiting for me to turn around. I just flip him off, walking away without looking back. I then felt a grip on my arm. Pulling me back as I held myself on the fence, “Listen here, Y/N. I don’t care how fancy you think you are with your city folk shit” He says gripping onto my arm tighter. “You don’t disrespect me on my damn land” He says and you can clearly tell his patients wearing out.

“This ain’t your damn land, is it?” I look up at him, having a point. “I’m on my land and you’re on yours, ain’t you?” I smiled. As much as he was an ass, I enjoyed pushing his buttons, and by the looks of it, I was pushing them as of right now.

“My land is shared with yours. I don’t give a damn if it’s by a small part of land. It damn well is” He pulls me closer to him and if it weren’t for the fence, I believe we would be pressed together. “I’ve been here a hell of a lot longer than you. So like it or not, you will show me some respect.” He looked into my eyes as if waiting for an answer.

“Fine,” I said, looking at his hand holding my arms, and looking back at him. Those were the only words that came out of my mouth.

“That’s better. Now will talk about those property lines later. You got work to do, and so do I,” He says as he notices my glance and lets go. “Get working, kid.” He walks off, leaving me there to stand.

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By now it’s about 8:15. I walk up the stairs, getting to Negans porch. Seeing the little swinging set he has and the plants around the porch. I knock, waiting for him to open the door. A minute later, I hear him walking down his stairs. Unlocking the door with a click.

“Y/N?” He says, opening the door and leaning against it. “What happened? Already giving up your ranch? Hasn’t even been 5 months” He says, laughing.

“Haha, so funny” I say, sounding annoyed. “I came to talk to you about the property lines?” I cross my arms, sighing, looking out to the land. “So can I come in?”

“Yeah, fine, come on in.” He says, sighing. Moving aside so I can go in, putting his arm over to open the door a little more. Just wipe your feet, kid. Just got done cleaning," He says as I wipe my feet on the inside. “On the outside! Jesus Christ, kid.” He groans.

I smiled, laughing a bit as I cleaned my shoes properly outside. I walk in, and his house looks pretty decent for a man living by himself. On the right, you can see the living room with nice brown couches and a square glass table. Under the table, a nice brown rug. Looking ahead, you can see the tv on a shelf. The way the shelf is shaped it has the space for the TV to go in, and on the sides, more space for stuff such as pictures, which he has. Then the guest bathroom. Looking to your left, you see the kitchen. A nice small round table with a white cloth and small patterns on it. Brownish color chairs to go with it, and a nice view in front of the sink.

“Nice place” I say as he walks past me. Walking to the fridge, opening it, and kneeling down slightly. It had some magnets along with some pictures of his dogs.

“Thanks, have a seat on the couch.” He says, pointing to the couch, “Want something to drink?” He grabs his beer. “Beer, water, soda?” He looks up at me peeping through the fridge door.

“Water is fine, thank you,” I say, smiling and sitting down on the couch. I look at the map on the table, along with papers on the side. Negan then comes to me, giving me my water. “Oh, thank you” I say, grabbing it and sipping it.

“You’re welcome. Now, about the property lines,” He says, sitting next to me. He grabs the map and spreads it out. Opening it better and starting to point. “Here’s the map. The old fence that used to be here is still standing, the only problem is that it’s falling. We’ll need to rebuild it.” He says as he’s about to continue, but I stop him.

“I already rebuilt that,” I look up at him, then back at the table, grabbing my water. He looks surprised? Almost as if he thought I couldn’t. Basically, looking at me as if I’m dumb. “Jesus, Negan, you act like I actually can’t do anything.. I did it in the past month.”

“Well, I’m glad that you’re dedicated to this whole thing.” He smiles, moving the map. “Most city folk don’t last a week out here.” He grabs the other papers, putting them on top. Then, looking back at me

“Well, I’ve been here longer, haven’t I?” I say as my leg bounces up and down. I don’t know why I felt so nervous. “And like you said, I’m dedicated to this. It was my grandfather’s ranch.” I drank my last bit of water. Had I been drinking the water that quick??

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An hour pass as we talked about stuff to fix on the ranch. He looked up at the clock and saw the time. Looking back at me. He sighed

“Alright, well” He said, pushing himself up, grabbing my cup. He walked to the kitchen sink, having his back to me. “Just make sure you keep your cattle and horses on your side. I don’t want them eating away my grass.” He says as he starts washing. “You can go now.” I stand up to walk to the door.

“Night, Negan” I said, looking back.

“Night, YN” He said, not looking back at all, and I went back home.

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Part 2

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[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."

[holylulusworld]

Parallel Worlds (1) - Kinktober 24

Summary: You end up in a different world. It’s not that bad, though.

Pairing: Negan Smith (TWD) x fem!Reader x John Winchester (SPN)

Warnings: language, threats, angry Negan, daddy kink (lightly implied)

Trope: Daddy kink

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Fuck, fuck. Fuckity fuck. That’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you open your eyes. You’re not in Kansas anymore, that’s for sure.

You sit up, aiming your gun at the man towering over you. “Negan? What happened to your beard, and where’s Lucille?” You look the man up and down. He looks like Negan, but there’s something in his eyes telling you he’s not your leader.

Last night you went to sleep with a machete hidden under your backpack and your gun in your hand. Negan and you got cornered by too many walkers and had to hide in an old house. At least it was safe in the attic. Now you’re lying on a soft mattress, and a stranger stole your leader’s face.

“Whoa, calm down, doll!” His voice is different too. The man raises his hands in surrender, indicating that this is not Negan. “I found you in the woods, alone and barely conscious.”

“I went to sleep in a house, not the woods,” you growl at the man and scramble away the moment he steps closer. “Whoa, stay over there, buddy. I didn’t invite you over.”

“Lady, I’m not trying to hurt you,” the man huffs. “I’m John,” he touches his chest. “John Winchester. What’s your name?”

“Y/N?” You look around the room, frowning as it’s too clean. It even smells cleaner. “Where am I? What happened to Negan? Did you hurt him?”

“Who is Negan?” John frowns deeply. If you didn’t hit your head, he may have overlooked another person in need. “Fuck,” he curses. “Okay, what does your friend look like? Was he with you all the time?”

You snort at the thought of Negan being a friend. “Negan is not my friend. He’s…the leader.” You shrug. “If he says jump, you simply ask how high.”

“Leader?” John still doesn’t understand how you ended up in the woods surrounding the bunker or why you look at him like you saw a ghost.

“Yeah, the leader,” you huff. “It seems you got yourself a safe place too. Our safe place is called the Sanctuary. You must’ve heard of Negan and the Sanctuary. Everyone does know his name.”

“No, I haven’t heard of a guy named Negan or a place called Sanctuary.” John’s features soften at your confused look. “Okay, listen. You should stay here. I’ll get you some food and go back outside to look for your friend—I mean, leader. It’s dangerous out there.”

“You are telling me.” You roll your eyes. “Of course, it’s fucking dangerous out there with all the zombies roaming the area. We barely made it out alive this time. The walkers outnumbered us.”

“Zombies? Walkers?” John seems to be confused. That he never heard of Negan is possible if he was hiding at this safe place for a long time. But he should know what a zombie is, right? “Did you hit your head?”

“Dude, zombies are out there eating people alive!” You throw your hands up and froan. “Did you hit your head? What’s wrong with you? How did you get me out of the house without waking me? What did you do to Negan?”

“Where’s the fire, Dad?” A guy pokes his head into the room. He’s younger and a little cockier than John. He steps inside the room to look you up and down. “Oh, our sleeping beauty finally woke up?”

“Who are you? Where is Negan?" You aim your gun at the new arrival. “What did you do to him? How did you bring me here?”

“A crazy one, huh? You can pick them, sir,” the guy grins at you. “How about you calm down first, sweetheart?”

He takes a step toward you, only to freeze when you unlock your gun. “Whoa, I come in peace. I didn’t do a thing to the guy you mentioned. We found you out in the woods all by yourself.”

“I don’t believe you!”

“Hey, what’s going on?” A third guy enters the room—a freaking tall sasquatch. Great, now you are being corned by three kidnappers who want to do what God knows to you and your cute ass. “Oh, she woke.”

“I’m going to ask you one last time.” You aim your gun at the tallest of them. “Where is Negan?”

“Sweetheart, we don’t know a guy named Negan. You were alone in the woods—I already told you so.”

“This can’t be,” you snarl at the cocky one. “Negan is a bastard, but he’d never leave me behind for the walkers to chew on!”

“Walkers?” The tallest guy frowns deeply. “What are walkers? Maybe a creature we haven’t met yet?”

“Hello, wake up, dude!” You wave your gun. “Out there, a zombie apocalypse is going on. Walkers roam the world, and you waste my time here with talking. I must find NEGAN!”

“Zombies?” The cocky one’s eyes widen. He grins from ear to ear and claps his hands. “I knew it, and I’m prepared! See, Sammy.” He looks at the tallest guy. “I told you my bite-proof clothes will pay out.”

You shake your head. These guys must’ve lost their minds. How can they not know about the walkers and that the world is in ruins? “I’ll leave this place now to find Negan.”

“Wait! Wait up, sweetheart!” They watch you storm out of the room. “Let me come with you!”

“Sam, Dean,” John stops his sons from following you. “I want you to stay here. If something happened while we were on a hunt, we should be careful. Sam, search the internet. Dean, check on our armory. We need to be prepared!”

“Wait! Do you want my bite-proof jacket?” Dean grins as his father shakes his head. “You’ll regret it if you come back with only one brain cell!”

“Wait,” John sighs as you manage to slip out of the bunker. You stand outside, gasping when a car drives by. The kids in the backseat giggle, and the parents sing a song to entertain them.

“This can’t be real,” you murmur. The air is clean, and there is no sign of destruction. Not hours ago, you fought your way through the undead, and now none of them seems to be around. “Where are they? What happened?”

“I don’t know where you are from,” John says and places his hand on your shoulder. “I know you must’ve been through a lot. You’re not a hunter like us, but you’re skilled and strong. I believe that you’re not from our world.”

You snort. “That’s crazy. I mean, a few hours ago I believed the zombies wanting to eat me alive were the craziest thing I ever encountered.”

“We still must find your friend,” he says. “If you want me to, I’ll come with you. Let’s start where I found you. I was so worried about you that I possibly overlooked a trace.”

Looking around the woods, you feel tears well up in your eyes. There are birds and a rabbit hiding behind a tree. Even the atmosphere is different from your world.

Is it possible you died, and this is heaven? Maybe John is your leader’s reincarnation. A nicer version, not threatening to split your skull with a baseball if you breathe wrong.

“Hmm…not much to see,” John crouches down to look at the spot where he found you. “No footsteps, or blood.”

You step closer to look around the area. There’s no trace of Negan. “I don’t understand any of this. How did I come here?”

“I don’t know,” John says as he gets back up. He places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. “But I’m not sorry that you’re here, safe with me.”

“You’re definitely not Negan,” you sniffle.

“Good.” He wraps his arms around you to soothe you, and well, feel you up a little. He’s a man after all and can’t deny you woke his interest.

“What the fuck do you think are you doing there? Get your fucking hands off my piece of ass!” You freeze as a familiar voice ruins the moment of peace. “I leave you out of sight for a second, and you get all cozy with this cumball!”

John carefully lets go of you. He watches Negan storm toward you while swinging Lucille.

“Negan, I assume?” He asks, smirking as the guy in front of him looks like him. John knows now why you looked like you saw a ghost earlier.

“The one and only,” Negan snarls at John. “Now, if you’d take your dirty hands off my ass, I don’t have to split your skull. I give you five seconds to step away from her, fuckwad!”

“Daddy please don’t hurt him,” you whimper. “John saved me…”

“Daddy?” John dips his head to glance at you. “He’s your dad, doll?”

“Ewww…no!” You scrunch up your nose. “He’s my…” you don’t get to answer because Negan storms toward you and John.

“Sick fuck!” Negan swings his bat. “Get away from my girl!”

Part 2

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[bweeeb]

HOT THIEF

Negan Smith x Reader

Warnings: Sucking dick, age difference, Negan's ex-student, mention of sexual relations.

Summary: When the person who has been stealing from Negan's community was his student, the only way to stop her from talking to much is putting her to her knees.

Your feet crunched on the gravel, your breathing was too loud for your liking, and your hands were covered in blood from your leg, which had been scratched by a piece of log you had tripped over. — Shit. — You murmured as you climbed a tree in desperation. Stealing food from communities with weak points was never safe, and you were fully aware of that, but never getting caught was a consequence that kept you stealing. Until you were actually seen by the Saviors, a bunch of men with grotesque faces who acted like they owned everything.

— She came this way.

You heard the voices approaching and tried to climb the tree faster to hide in its canopy. However, the evident cut on your thigh made you misstep, and your bag slipped off your shoulder to the ground, catching the men's attention as they looked up and pointed their guns.

— Get down from there if you don't want to end up dead.

— I’m not a boy, asshole. — You murmured as you analyzed the situation. Maybe you would die either way, right?

— Come on, hurry up! Another shout came from below, along with the sound of a gunshot.

— Alright, alright, I’m coming down. You yelled, and the murmurs grew louder and then stopped when a whistle echoed through the forest.

— What do we have here? You heard as your feet touched the ground covered with dry leaves. Your hood over your cap covered your face well, and you were sure it made them think you were a boy. — A little thief. If you want to steal, learn to face the consequences.

The deep, rough voice of the man you assumed was the leader said in front of you. You kept your head down until they pushed you to your knees on the ground, and the man’s voice in front of you rose in tone. — I’m talking to you, and when I talk to you, you LOOK at me. He said, and immediately your hood was yanked down, and your head was pulled up by the chin.

Your gaze met the older man with black hair and a graying beard looking into your eyes and a sadistic smile spreading across his lips.

— Damn, a girl was stealing from me. You let a girl step in your shit, huh?

As he spoke loudly, a memory of him came to you, and immediately your eyes widened in recognition.

— Shit. You whispered moments before looking back at Negan standing in front of you, holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.

— Oh shit, girl, you think you can come here and take whatever you want? This isn't a free market, princess.

— Your security sucks. — You said, and Negan laughed.

— We’re taking you with us, and then we’ll talk, doll. As soon as he said it, it was done. You were thrown on the path and taken to the Saviors’ community.

They threw you into a cold, empty room for who knows how long until the door opened again, and the figure of Negan stood there with his baseball bat on his shoulder, looking at you with a smile on his face. — You know, I usually am a nice guy, so I’m going to listen to you. How did you get in here? Who’s been helping you, baby? Negan asked, approaching and dragging the bat's barbed wire

beside his boots.— Stop trying to blame one of your men for treason. I already said, your security sucks. You said, and deep down, you were cursing yourself for having a big mouth.

— Alright, you like to make things difficult. Listen to me. Negan said firmly with a laugh, approaching you and making you back up against the wall. — Looks like someone needs a lesson on respect and survival because you’re trying to get yourself killed. And I’m an excellent teacher. Negan said softly near your ear, and you rolled your eyes as you felt your body shiver, not out of fear.

— Since when? As far as I know, good teachers don’t fuck their students in their office after class, Mr. Smith. You said, and as soon as the words escaped your mouth, you looked at Negan, who had his eyes fixed on you. His body moved closer to yours, pinning you against the wall.

— I knew I recognized that dirty mouth from somewhere. Damn, Y/n. Negan said, stepping back from you as he walked around the room, looking at you. — Stealing food is the quickest way to become an enemy. And I’m not a fan of enemies, even more so if it's you. If I let this slide, everyone will think they can do the same. And I can’t allow that. He paused, giving you a thorough look from head to toe. — First, I need to know where you came from. Who have you been stealing for?

— No one. You denied, and Negan squinted his eyes suspiciously.

— Last chance to explain. My patience is running out.

— You always run out of patience, Negan.

— Let’s do this: I have three options for you. One, you work for me, tell me where you came from, get a bath, a pair of skirts that I know you love to wear for me, and live like a damn queen. Two, you work for me, help me use those little hands for more useful things like you did here because stealing from me is off-limits, but if it’s someone else, that’s interesting. Or three, you don’t make things easy, and I have to punish you. Lucille is dying to smash into your pretty little head. Your choice. Negan said, and your gaze fell on the bat in his hand as you chuckled, licking your inner cheek.

— Alright, you named a baseball bat after your ex-wife, the one you had problems with and who cheated on you. Fine. You chuckled nasally, and Negan hated your audacity towards him. Maybe you had gone too far, you knew that, but you loved the adrenaline.

Angry, Negan lunged at you, dropping the bat and wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you like he had done before. — Damn, I remembered you talked a lot, but I didn’t remember you had such a filthy mouth.

— What a shame. You know, if you want to kill me for stealing a bit of food for myself, which is no different from what you do to other communities, kill me now. You said, and almost instantly, Negan forced you to your knees.

— No, before that, I need to shut that big dirty mouth of yours. He said, unzipping and pulling down his pants. Your gaze rose to him, looking down with a sadistic smile on his lips. — Suck my dick like it’s an ice cream cone, baby. He ordered, lowering his underwear and freeing his erect penis right in your face. Wasting no time, Negan grabbed your head and pushed you forward, making you take his dick into your mouth.

Negan grabbed your hair into a ponytail and fucked your mouth like there was no other chance.

Some grunts escaped your throat as you began to run out of breath. Negan pulled your head out, and his hand pumped his shaft up and down until you recovered and resumed sucking his dick.

— That’s it, ah, you do such a good job, little one. Negan moaned as he began to feel the pre-cum sensation. — You always sucked my dick so damn well, yes, right there, baby.

Negan grunted as he came in your mouth, cum dripping from your lips. You looked up, panting, and Negan smiled at you, lifting you afterward. — You’ve always been such a good girl. Did you swallow?

He asked, and you showed your tongue to him, proving you had swallowed. — Good girl. — He said, kissing you on the lips. — Now you’re mine.

— In your dreams, Mr. Smith.

In fact, you managed to escape the next day, and Negan would be doing everything to bring the little thief back to him again.

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[kennarose1108]

My World (Negan Smith x Reader !DAUGHTER OF RICK) !PART 3!

PART 1 PART 2

*WARNING! THIS PART HAS GOES INTO DETAIL OF SEXUAL ASSAULT*

"I don't need an escort." You say with your arms wrapped firmly around your chest in anger. "It's a bodyguard and yes you do. I'm not arguing about this anymore." Negan says with a small roll of his eyes as he walks around the room, getting himself ready to leave.

"I'm a big girl Negan, I can handle myself." You say. Negan sighs in frustration, "Two people were killed on the premises. I'm not taking any chances." He says while throwing on his leather jacket. "Didn't the person who did that escape?" You ask. Negan sighed and held the bridge of his nose in annoyance before turning to you. "Enough Y/N. When my mind is set it is damn set and you know that." Negan says. You groan and throw yourself back down onto the bed so you are lying down. "...Can I at least pick who's going to be hovering over my shoulder all day?" You say while staring up at the ceiling. "No," Negan says without hesitation. You groan again. Negan sighs, "Listen, Arat is going to be with you as much as she can and you like Arat." Negan says while sitting down on the bed next to you.

"But Arat is one of my best, if not the best, solider I got. So I'll have to trade her out with other people." Negan explains. "Dwight?" You ask while turning your head to look at him. Negan chuckles, "No. Douchebag got himself into a hole for letting my puppy out." Negan says with a shit-eating grin. "Well, who does that leave? ...Oh god no don't say Simon, Jesus no." You say with a cringe. Negan chuckles at your words. "No. David will." He says. You groan loudly, "Ohhhh god! That's even worse!" You put your face into your hands and continue to groan. Negan smirks and leans his head back, "What's wrong with David?" Negan asks. "Jesus- what's not wrong with David? He's a creep, annoying, a weirdo, and he's loud and obnoxious." You say while looking back at him.

"Well, I'm loud and obnoxious too and you seem to like me." He says with a grin. "That's because you have a charm. David has no redeeming qualities." You say. Negan leans closer to you, his grin widening. "I have a charm?" He asks. You roll your eyes, "Ugh... Of course, that's the only thing you heard in that sentence. You totally missed the whole 'I hate David' part." You say. "Oh! How about Laura? I like Laura." You say with a hopeful look on your face. Negan slowly shakes his head, "Nope. She's gotta watch over Mr. Smartypants." Negan says. You groan again, "Goddd... I'll just lock myself in here forever." You say with a sigh. "Great. Problem solved then." Negan says while standing on his feet.

You glare a him, "That was supposed to make you feel bad." Negan chuckles. "I know." He says with a smirk before he bent down to kiss you on your lips. You turned your cheek to him and tried to suppress the smile that wanted to form on your lips. Negan chuckles, "Is that how it's gonna be?" He asks, just barely a few inches away from your face.

A smirk formed on your lips. Negan bent down further, his lips now barely above the skin under your ear as he whispered, "If you keep acting like a brat I'll have to punish you y'know..." As he spoke you could feel his lips brushing along your sensitive skin. A chill went down your spine and you suck in a shaky breath. "Maybe I want to be punished..." You whispered. Negan's grin somehow widened and he let out a low and dark chuckle, "Hm... Darlin'... I don't think you understand what you do to me." He whispers.

Negan then grabs your jaw and forces your face to look back at him. Before you could even react he slammed his lips onto yours, pulling you into a hungry kiss. The kiss was sloppy and rough. He kissed you like he was starving. Like he hadn't eaten in days and you were a four-course meal. But he couldn't do this forever, he had business to attend to.

Before he pulled away he bit down harshly on your bottom lip. You groaned in surprise and a bit of pain. When he pulled away a line of spit kept you two together until it broke when he was far enough away. You reached your hand up and touched your swollen and throbbing lip.

"Don't worry. I didn't break the skin." He says with a smug grin. "I'll see you later." He says with a wink while rubbing your cheek with his fingers. He straightened himself up, giving you one last good look before walking to the door and leaving.

"Douchebag..." You mumble under your breath.

After about an hour you were getting hungry. So you got dressed and walked out of the room. When you walked out you were met with David. He stepped in front of you with a smirk on his face, "Where you goin'?" He asks. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Really? He's having you guarding the door? Jesus..." You say in annoyance. "I'm getting something to eat. Move." You hissed while pushing him aside and walking down the hall. David followed closely behind and you tried to keep your annoyance suppressed but it was difficult.

You were walking fast, trying to keep your distance between you and David. "Slow down," David ordered from behind you. You rolled your eyes and ignored him. Then David forcefully grabbed your elbow and yanked you back. You spun your head around and snatched your arm out of his grip. "Don't touch me." You hissed.

"Or what?" He asks with a chuckle. You glare at him, "Don't. Touch. Me." You repeat in a more threatening tone of voice. "I wouldn't have to touch you if you listened," David says while stepping close to you and getting in your face. You glared daggers at him and you shook your head gently.

"Whatever..." You mumble before turning around and continuing to walk.

When you finished eating your breakfast you decided you wanted to walk outside to get some fresh air. This day was stressful for you and you wanted to get a breather. "Where are you going?" David asks with an annoyed huff. "Outside. Is that a crime now?" You ask. "Why the fuck are you going outside?" David asks. You stopped walking and turned to glare at him, "Isn't your job just to follow me around? Why the hell are you asking me questions? Just do whatever job Negan assigned you and stop talking to me." You say before turning back around and walking outside.

David glared at you before following you. As you walked around slowly outside around the gate you sighed in relaxation and enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun on your skin. It would be perfect if there weren't hoards of dead people walking around outside of the gate.

But your peaceful was so interrupted, "So... Y/N, I have a few questions." David says. You sighed in annoyance, "What?" David smirks. "Are you happy with Negan?" David asks. This question made you stop in your tracks. "Excuse me?" You ask while turning around. "Does he satisfy you?" David asks with a grin. You squinted your eyes and gave him a look of disgust. "None of your goddamn business." You say while turning around so you can continue walking... But David stopped you.

He grabbed your arms and shoved you against one of the sanctuary walls. "The fu- LET GO!" You yelled. "Oh c'mon... We don't gotta hate each other..." David says with a smirk. His hands squeezed tightly on your arms and you winced, "STOP!" You shouted. "I can make you feel good. Better than he can." David says while trailing his fingers along your side. "Fuck off!" You yelled while shoving him away. You turned to run off but he grabbed you again.

One of his hands grabbed one of your wrists and pinned them to the side of your head while his other hand forcefully grabbed your jaw and slammed your head back into the wall. You let out a small cry on impact as the wind was knocked out of you.

"Listen here you little bitch. The more you fight, the more I enjoy myself. So if I were you, I'd just do what you're told." He says angrily while squeezing your jaw tightly. His touch was so much different than Negan's... When Negan had his hand on your jaw earlier it was gentle and full of love... David's touch was harsh, cold, and full of anger.

"Just stop fighting and I'll give you the time of your life," David says in a low tone of voice. "Stop! I-I'll tell Negan what you're doing!" You say with fear in your eyes. "Hm... Who do you think he'll believe? The one who hates the other one and will do anything to get that person off their back or the one who's just trying to do their job?" David says with a chuckle. "He'll believe me." You hissed. "Mm... I doubt it." David mumbled. "You see, Negan has known me a lot longer than you sweetheart. Plus, when I'm done with you you'll be begging for more." David says with a smirk.

The hand that was on your jaw went down your body and he began to undo your belt. You took this opportunity to swing your head forward and smash your head against his nose. He yelled out loud and held his nose in pain as he stumbled back. You turned and ran back into the sanctuary. "FUCKING BITCH!" David screamed while storming back into the sanctuary behind you.

You ran through the sanctuary, David close behind you. You wanted to run to Negan, but you had no idea where he was. He could be anywhere or even not at the sanctuary at all. So, you ran to the only other place that made you feel safe...

The bedroom.

You were far away from the bedroom... You just had to make sure he didn't catch you before you made it there and he was catching up to you quickly. Adrenaline pumped into your veins which helped you run faster.

David yelled at you, telling you to come back. When you heard him right on your trail you finally saw the door to your bedroom. Your eyes widen with hope... But then David grabbed you again. He grabbed your upper arm and yanked you back. You screamed and reached back, scratching your nails across his face. He yelled in pain and stumbled back again. You quickly ran to the door and opened it before slamming it shut, locking it behind you.

David banged against the door and your breath was shaky as you slowly backed away from the door. He kicked the door one last time before giving up and grumbling to himself. Your body trembled in fear as you slowly sat down at the end of your bed. The only thought that went through your mind was;

'...How the hell am I going to explain this to Negan?'

As you waited for Negan you paced around the room, biting your nails nervously. This wasn't going to end well and you knew it...

The door knob jiggled and you froze and stared at it in fear. You thought David was trying to make his way back in again. "Darlin'?" Negan's voice says through the door. You sigh in relief and walk over to the door. You unlocked it and walked back to where you were previously standing. Negan opens the door and scans your body over. He saw how tense you were and how nervous you looked. "What's going on?" He asks curiosity and concern in his voice. "Um... Can... Can you sit down?" You ask while motioning to the edge of the bed. He squints his eyes and looks at you up and down, "Okay... Why?" He asks while leaning Lucille against the wall next to the door and slowly moving to the end of the bed.

"Um... Because this will be easier to explain when you're not looming over me." You say with a nervous chuckle. Negan continues to stare at you before he slowly sits down. You stared at him for a moment before pacing back and forth again nervously. You bit the nail on your thumb and tried thinking of the best way to say this to him without him getting all murdery...

He watched you walk back and forth for a moment before getting annoyed, "Y/N. Tell me. Now." He ordered, his eyes getting darker. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him nervously, "Promise me you won't get mad... Please." You begged, your eyes glazing over with tears. He squinted his eyes again. "Don't give me a reason to get mad then." He says. You give him a pleading look and he sighs deeply, "I promise..." He mutters.

You take in a shaky breath and lower your hand from your lips. "U-Um... Okay well... It started this morning," You say. "I got up to get some breakfast and David was guarding the door... When I left he was telling me to slow down and I ignored him. It made him upset and he forcefully grabbed my elbow and yanked me back..." You explain.

You couldn't make full eye contact with Negan, you just gave his eyes some glances before looking around the room nervously. But even in those glances you already noticed him getting pissed off.

You shift around nervously, "But... I held my ground and everything went okay until we went outside..." Your body began to tremble in fear. Fear of how Negan would react... Stupidly part of your brain worried about David's words... You were worried that Negan wouldn't believe you and take David's side. But the other side of your brain was scared that he would believe you... You knew he would raise hell upon David and everybody in his path.

"He started asking me these... Questions. Like if I was happy with you and if you," You swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing. "Satisfied me." You say with disgust and a cringe on your face. "What?" Negan hisses in a low tone of voice while standing to his feet. You take a step back and look around the room nervously, "This is where this issue ends right?" He asks, anger laced into his voice. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out... Negan's eyes widened and his eyebrows rose, "...What else happened?" His voice was low and menacing... Like he was ready to pounce at any second.

Your breath was shaky and you stood there nervously, "Y/N-" "He pushed me against the wall." You say while interrupting him. You had to get this out quickly. "He started saying things like he could make me feel better than you could. I tried fighting him off but he grabbed me by the jaw and slammed the back of my head into the wall." You say with your voice cracking with emotion.

"He said 'The more you fight the more I enjoy it'. I then told him I'd tell you and he said you wouldn't believe me and you'd believe him..." Your body trembled as you spoke, your gaze was to the floor and you didn't know what Negan's reaction was at the moment, and in all honesty... You didn't want to know.

"The hand that was on my jaw lowered down and he tried undoing my belt..." You say before pausing as your voice cracks while you fight back tears. You cleared your throat before continuing, "I was able to get out of his hold and run off. He caught me once before I made it here but I scratched him across the face. He banged against the door before giving up..." You felt a weight off your shoulders after you finished telling him your story.

As you sighed in relief after finally getting this over with a tear fell from your eye. The room fell into a deep, threatening, and slightly awkward silence. You finally built up the courage to slowly move your eyes up to meet his gaze. When your eyes met his gaze you were a bit startled to see him staring back at you with a blank look on his face. You two stared at each other for a moment before you decided to speak up... But he beat you to it.

"So... He tried to rape you?" Negan asks, the blank stare still on his face. You slowly nodded. He continued to stare at you for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking off to the side. He was thinking for a moment, about what you didn't know...

He then broke the silence again,

"I'm gonna kill him."

He turned to the door and grabbed the Lucille. "Wait! Please don't!" You begged while grabbing his wrist. He spun around with a look of fury on his face, "Don't? DON'T?!" He yelled. "The hell you mean don't?!" He shouted. Him yelling at you made you jump but you tried your best to keep up your confidence. "It's not worth killing him over!" Negan scoffs, "The hell it isn't." As he spoke the grip he had on Lucille grew tighter, making his knuckles white. "Rape is against the rules here, and he was stupid enough to try it on you?" He then lets out a sinister chuckle.

He shakes his head, "No. This shit ain't flying." He says while turning back to the door. Your grip on his arm tightened, "No! Wait, please! Please don't leave me alone again! I don't want to be alone." You begged. The tears that you were holding back came falling and you sniffled. Negan looked back at you and his face softened. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes for a moment. He was in a deep thought.

He then sighed deeply and placed Lucille back against the wall. He turned back to you and put his hands to the side of your head and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Listen to me..." He says in a low tone of voice while resting his forehead against yours.

"I need to take care of this. I will come back to you... And I promise I won't do anything to him today. But I at least need to get him under control... He knows something is coming and I need to get it under control." Negan says.

You look at him with wide pleading eyes that are filled with tears, "Please..." You mutter. Negan sighs and droops his head for a moment. "I gotta take care of this darlin'... I can't let this go for the moment." You shake your head. "No... Please..." You say with more tears falling from your eyes. "Baby... Lay down, relax yourself... I'll be back in less than twenty minutes I promise. Okay?" Negan says while gently grabbing your shoulders and making you sit on the bed.

You sigh in defeat and sit on the bed with your head low. "Be quick... Please." You say in a sad tone of voice. Negan leans down, cups your cheeks, and kisses your forehead. "I'll be quick." He says with a soft smile before pulling away and grabbing Lucille. "Twenty minutes max. Okay?" He says. You nod with a frown. He gives you a small nod before leaving the room.

About five minutes later Negan was sitting in the meeting room wiping down Lucille when there was a knock on the door. The person entered and it was Simon, "He's here." Simon says. Negan doesn't reply, his eyes are just fixated on Lucille. David then stepped in and Simon stepped out, making sure to shut the door.

Negan finished wiping down Lucille before turning to David with a smirk. "I assume you know why you're here?" Negan asks. David lets out a small chuckle, "I have an idea." David says with a smug smirk. Negan stands to his feet with a sinister smile. "Oh? Enlighten me then." Negan says while taking a step forward. "Your little girlfriend told a lie," David says. Negan's eyes widened, "Hmm... A lie? How was it a lie?" Negan says while stepping a few inches away from David while holding Lucille with both his hands in front of him.

"She hates me. That's obvious. I was a little mean... A little pushy. She threatened to tell you something that'll piss you off just to get me in trouble." David says with a wide smirk. "A little pushy?" Negan repeats with a small chuckle. "A little pushy means trying to shove your hands down her pants?" Negan asks, he is now an inch away from David's face. David scoffs, "Negan. You know me." David says with a confident and smug smirk.

Negan nods, "That's right. I do know you." Negan says. Negan pauses, his gaze neutral before it went into a fury. He took Lucille and shoved the top of the baseball bat into David's stomach painfully and harshly. David hunches over and groans loudly. Negan grips David's hair and pulls his head up to look at Negan.

"Did you seriously think I was going to believe you?" Negan says in a low and angry tone of voice with a glare that could kill. "I'm going to kill you. Slowly. Painfully." Negan hisses into David's ear. David stared up at him in fear.

"Rape isn't allowed here and you knew that and yet you thought it was a good idea to try and rape my woman," Negan says before chuckling sinisterly. "I don't know if you have a death wish or if you're just stupid..." Negan says with a grin.

"P-Please I-" "Shut up." Negan hisses, his smile wiped off his face and a furious glare replaced. Negan then shoved David towards the table and bashed his head into the edge of the table. David sits on the floor, yells in pain, and holds his bloody nose.

"Now. Simon is going to take you to the hole. I'll deal with you tomorrow." Negan says. "I'm going to enjoy killing you," Negan says with a small smirk before leaving the room and stopping next to Simon who's leaning against the wall outside of the room. "Bring him to the hole. No food. No water. No light. Nothing. That prick needs to suffer for the night." Negan orders and Simon nods. Negan walks off and heads back to his room.

When he enters the room he sees you lying on the bed on your side and facing away from the door. The sound of the door opening caused you to turn your head and look at him over your shoulder. Your face was smudged with tears. You quickly sit up and Negan walks over to you and sits next to you. He wraps one arm around your shoulders and the other goes around your head, his hand cradling the back of your head as he holds your head to his chest.

You begin to cry again before hugging him tightly.

"It's okay... I got you." Negan whispers. "You're safe... I won't let anyone hurt you again." Negan says while stroking your hair.

"You're safe..." He repeats.

PART 4

*JUST SO YOU GUYS KNOW I HAVE PLANS FOR THIS STORY ALL THE WAY TO SEASON 9 SO THIS WILL BE A LONG SERIES. ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS PART AND THE NEXT PARTS MIGHT NOT BE OUT FOR AWHILE AS WELL BUT THEY WILL COME OUT I PROMISE!*

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Devil behind those eyes

Negan Smith (TWD Season 10) x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n finds out that Negan joined the whisperers and she is met with a sight before she returns out into the forest to find the leaders of the whisperers the next morning, but the past has caught up with her

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, rough foreplay, extreme use of violence, blood, murder, brutality, angst.

A/N: My first Negan fic! I'm just quickly going to clarify that the walking dead season 10 in the show is set in 2021 so there is a 9 year jump from 2012 to 2021 so i could follow most of the show timelines by the events of what happened. I had extreme writer's block for a while so I apologize for that and i also wanted to try third person. There are a LOT of trigger warnings in this so if you don't like seeing use of violence, blood, etc, please feel free to scroll away. Read at your own risk! For those who will read without any problems, enjoy!

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Ever since the line up in 2012, Y/n remembers the night vividly as the events replay through her mind like a never ending nightmare. She was only 18 when she witnessed the capture of Rick's group even if she wasn't directly involved in it apart from being a bystander, she was still treated like she was.

She's gotten over most of the memories except for watching Glenn die in a way no person should, seeing the blood, the carnage and the amount of screams she heard that day. As much as she was a major person in the Saviours, she resented Negan after he disposed of Glenn and Abraham in a brutal way, always brushing off Negan's voices of concern toward her when he knew something was wrong.

As years rushed by, her trauma began to disintegrate little by little, slowly beginning to let Negan back into her life even though he never understood why she felt upset at him about the night that's now in the past 9 years ago. Y/n was beginning to sleep better, no longer having constant nightmares, but occasionally, she gets startled awake by them.

One day, Y/n is awoken by Eugene banging on her front door of her house, making her groan loudly from being awoken from a good night sleep in a long time. "I'm coming!" She yells at Eugene, obviously knowing that's how he knocks from being around him constantly because of Negan.

Her feet pad softly against the timber flooring of the front entrance before she swings the door open, looking rather annoyed. "What do you want, Eugene?" She asks in a rather annoyed tone as she rubs one of her eyes, ridding the sleep from her recently woken body.

"It's Negan." Eugene replies, seeming out of breath from running here. She raises an eyebrow at the mention of Negan. "What about Negan?" She asks again, a little more alert. "He joined the Whisperers." That seemed to get her attention, the alertness spiking through her body to her surprise.

She lets out a sigh, wondering why Negan did something as stupid as what he's doing now. "Why the fuck would he do that?" She asks, rather puzzled. "No idea." Eugene replies. "But....he listens to you. We have to find him and bring him back before anyone from Rick's group go and kill him." He says between pants.

Y/n sighs once again, almost rethinking her life choices before she raises her hands a little. "Fine, I'll go out and look for him. Got a bone to pick with him anyway." She replies as she's about to walk away from the door but Eugene stops her. "Wait, wouldn't it be better if I come with you?" He asks but she turns around and looks back at him. "You said he only listens to me, right? So no. You're not coming." She shuts the door before Eugene can reply, huffing as she realises that she has to go looking for hours to find Negan who's probably torturing the Whisperers' ears with his bullshit.

After she gets ready, Y/n is in clothing more suitable for forests as well as carrying a pistol and ammunition that's strapped to her hip and a combat knife strapped to her thigh as she heads out to go find Negan.

Almost two hours pass, and Y/n is walking through the forests around the area, trekking deeper and deeper into the dense forests and clearings as she scans for any signs of Negan or any groups of whisperers that could be in camps nearby. Not long after she stops calling his name, a sound of a man and a woman reverberates off the trees and into the air, the sound becoming clearer the closer she walked to it.

"Negan?" Y/n calls out again before she's met with a sight that almost makes her throw up. Negan is absolutely going to town on one of the whisperer women, Alpha, who is wearing a dead person's face as a mask, the sounds they're both making makes her immediately avert her eyes. "Oh, what the FUCK?!" Y/n yells as she's got her eyes covered and her head turned away from the sight.

Negan and Alpha immediately make a sound of surprise and move away from one another, scrambling for their clothes and Negan looks more shocked than his face could show. "Y/n, Jesus H Christ!" Negan exclaims as he zips his pants up over himself and fumbling to put his shirt and jacket back on. "What the actual fuck, Negan?!" Y/n yells back in question, almost gagging as she decides to walk away as fast as she can, not even wanting to hear an explanation as to why her former leader was just screwing a woman with a dead person's face on her own.

She hears rushed footsteps behind her, knowing it's Negan but not wanting a word from him but he stands in front of her. "Y/n that's not what it looked like." Negan begins, looking more embarrassed than anything. "Oh really? Then was I just imagining you fucking a whisperer?" Y/n asks, still on the verge of throwing up. "Okay I guess it was what it looked like but I was gonna kill her before she or the whisperers tried to do anything to anyone near the towns. That was their plan." Negan admits, slightly out of breath.

"Well that was a dumb plan you had." Y/n said before walking off again. She eventually makes it back to her residence, too stunned to talk to Negan.

The next morning, she ventures out to find Alpha and Beta herself to stop them from coming anywhere near Hilltop or Alexandria. She treks back into the dense forest, eventually spotting a camp just over two miles away from Alexandria, seeing a bunch of whisperers as well as spotting Alpha and Beta. Jackpot. She stalks up to various tents, killing everyone except the two she wants to torture them for threatening civilian life in most survivor groups and killing them just for power.

As she approaches their tent, she grabs a heavy medium sized rock before burning into their tent, beating Beta with the rock until he's bloody but knocked out, turning around and smacking Alpha hard in the face and knocking her out as well. When they're unconscious, she drags them out one by one and tying them to wooden chairs they have around their camp, their hands tied and binded behind them to the structures of the chairs as well as their feet to the legs of the chairs.

As Alpha comes to, she hears groans and cries of pain as Y/n swings hard punches into Beta's face, beating it into a bloody mess while he's wearing a skin mask of his own. As Alpha yells and threatens Y/n to stop, she looks at her. "Shut up!" Y/n yells at Alpha. "Should've stayed the fuck away from Alexandria!" She hits Beta in the face harder than before, his face drenched and dripping with blood, unable to make any more sounds due to multiple hits. Y/n pants as she clenches her hand, the back of her hand and her knuckles are dripping crimson from how much she beat the shit out of Beta.

Following the sounds of yells, screams and cries, Negan sees the carnage that Y/n is causing between his former leaders, although they were only temporary. "Y/n..." Negan says as he walks closer as he spots her with her knife in her hand, holding it to Alpha's neck, her voice like mumbling as she's taunting Alpha. "Y/n." Negan says even louder, not phasing her one bit as she slices Alpha's neck, blood running down her body and onto the ground like a pool of crimson as the sounds of dripping blood rings in Y/n's ears. She never felt this way before but she don't know if she likes it because they were bad people, or Negan's influence from 2012 is crawling into her brain, infecting her.

Y/n turns her head to see Negan standing there, not in fear but in surprise as he sees what she's done but in a way, he can't blame her for wanting to take revenge. As her eyes meet his, she drops the knife before picking up the same rock as before, heading over to the brutalized Beta she messed up before. As Beta is mumbling quiet 'pleases', she smacks him hard in the face, directly onto his nose. His cry of pain echoes in the forest before she swings again, knocking him and the chair onto the ground, still unable to move. She leans down before repeatedly bringing the heavy rock down onto his face as hard as she can, her loud grunts and his cries of pain echo in Negan's ears. As the cries of pain stop, Y/n doesn't, still swinging and swinging and swinging as blood spits up onto her clothes, her face and all over the ground.

As there's nothing left of Beta's face, Y/n finally stops, standing back up and turns around to look at Negan, her eyes dark which is nothing like he's ever seen. Her chest rises and collapses with each every breath she expels and inhales as she holds the bloody rock in her hand as she stares at Negan. Negan doesn't know if he should be afraid or attracted to her from seeing the amount of violence he's seen in the short amount of time but he can't help but let a toothy open mouthed smile crawl onto his face.

Y/n drops the bloodied rock and quickly walks towards Negan, causing him to grab the back of her head and kiss her hard, causing her to kiss him back with the same amount of force. As they kiss, Negan holds onto her waist to keep her close to him as she parts her lips to let him in. He doesn't hesitate for anything and slides his tongue into her mouth, prodding hers to coax her to use hers too. She follows suit and uses her tongue to swirl around his until they both pull away.

"I've never seen you that brutal toward anyone before, Y/n." Negan says in a husky tone, his usual self confidence peaking from his voice with a menacing smile. "I don't hear you complaining." She replies, matching his cockiness. Negan chuckles darkly, his deep voice making her shiver. "You're right, I'm not. You've got the devil behind those eyes." He replies before he kisses her again, using the same force as before, pressing his hips against hers so she can feel the bulge in his black jeans.

He breaks the kiss again as he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a surprisingly in date condom in a silver packet with a toothy grin. "Need it?" Negan asks as he has the condom packet in between his thumb and index finger, his smile never unwavering. Y/n looks at it and takes it into her hand before shaking her head. "Nah, don't need it." She comments before tucking it back into his back pocket and kisses him again, resulting in him kissing her back.

They waste no time in undressing each other, standing naked in the middle of the forest before he guides her back toward a tree, pinning her there as he brings his rough hand to the side of her face before he pulls away and kisses her neck, causing her to moan softly. She reaches down and runs her fingers along his abdomen, feeling the slight muscle underneath his skin before finding his hard thick cock and beginning to stroke it. Negan grunts as he tenses up unintentionally from Y/n's touch on him, bucking into her hand to get her to jerk him off faster which is what she does.

He slides one of his hands down to one of her breasts, toying with it as his thumb moves slowly over her sensitive nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from her and she speeds up her pace on his cock, feeling his shaft stiffen more than it already has. "I hope you washed your dick after what I saw yesterday." Y/n says to Negan as she looks up at him. He chuckles with a toothy smile on his face, his dimples outlining his features perfectly. "Always gotta keep 'im clean." Negan replies, quite proud of his own cock but his smile changes to a smirk as he sees Y/n slowly slide down to her knees in front of him, still moving her hand on him.

She looks up at him before leaning close to the tip of his dick, licking a stripe from the tip to the middle of the shaft, causing Negan to run his fingers through her hair and groaning as he feels her mouth take him in and beginning to bob her head at a good pace. She begins to use her hand to jerk him off where her mouth stops due to his size and she occasionally moves her hand to his testicles, cupping and caressing them to get more of a reaction from him and to give him more pleasure.

"Mmm..." Negan hums in pleasure, his back against the surface of the tree and his head leaning back as his eyes are closed shut tight. "My boys are lovin' the attention you're giving 'em." He purrs in that deep voice he has, using his hand to gently guide her away from his dick so she can look up at him. She climbs to her feet and kisses Negan again, making out roughly again before he switches position with so now she's facing the tree in front of her.

"Bend over, baby." Negan commands in a soft but deep tone to which she immediately complies, bending over with her hands are resting on the trunk of the tree for more stability. Negan wastes no time and coaxes Y/n to open her legs, her core open from behind as he starts to use his middle and ring fingers to run through her folds, making her gasp softly as they slowly slip into her opening with ease.

She moans desperately as Negan's fingers curl inside of her and brush against her g-spot with the right amount of pressure to keep her moaning and desperate, moving quickly before he extracts his fingers from her glistening pussy. He grabs onto his still hard cock and guides it to her slit, teasing her folds with the tip of his cock before pushing into her pussy with such ease that that it takes her breath away from how long and thick he is, fitting into her like his cock was made for her.

Negan grabs onto her hips to have some grip before beginning to thrust deep and quick but always waiting almost half a second to thrust again, keeping the pace as it is. Y/n uses her arms to stabilize herself and moans every time she feels him pump into her repeatedly, over time, Negan speeds up his thrusts until they're quick and consistent rhythms, making her moans loud and his deep grunts audible for anyone who dares to walk past while Negan is fucking her senseless.

"Negan!" Y/n moans out his name as he keeps the pace quick, pumping in and out of her tight pussy. "Mmm...need to see those tits, baby." Negan groans as he pulls himself out of her and spins her around so her back is against the tree. She keeps her legs open for him and he wastes no time entering her again in one go, taking her breath away again.

They both moan in unison as Negan immediately sets the pace to the same as before, seeing her tits bounce as his hips slam into hers over and over again. "Negan...fuck..." Y/n whines as she holds onto his shoulders for balance, her hands sliding to the back of his neck and running his fingers over the newly cut undercut and the longer parts of his hair. "Fuck there we go. Look at those pretty tits of yours. And that pussy...whew." He praises as he shamelessly let's his grunts and groans ring into her ears as she continues to moan over and over constantly.

"Negan, I'm about to cu--" She's then cut off by her orgasm hitting her like a freight train, letting herself moan into Negan's ear. "Shit, Y/n. Gonna cum in that tight little pussy." He lets out a loud groan and he releases his warm seed into her, his cum warming her cervix as it shoots into her. They both remain still for a while before Negan looks down into her eyes, smiling again.

"That was hot." He comments in his usual deep voice. "I agree." She replies as he slowly pulls out, helping Y/n clean between her legs and they both get dressed. Once they finish dressing, Negan speaks up. "No one better find out what we did." He says with a smirk planted on his face as she stands up from tying her boots. "No one will."

His smirk never faltering, he pats her ass in a joking matter. "Good girl."

[pascalispretty]

Merged with a Terrible Urge

Negan Smith x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1604

Warnings/tags: Negan is his own warning, both parties are drunk, cockwarming, public sex, daddy kink, 1970s AU/Rockstar AU, references to smoking/drug use but nothing 'on-screen', as it were, implied humiliation?

Summary: You and Negan get a little too hot and heavy in public.

A/N: trying my hand in a new fandom! This technically takes place in the same universe as this Joel Miller fic of mine. Prompt is from this list and is bolded in the text, inspired by this post. Title is from 'Please' by Daisy Jones and the Six. (ao3).

It’s dark in the club.

Music throbs from the speakers, the band on the stage playing to a frantic crowd. The air is thick with smoke and presses in closely, the hair at your temples damp with sweat.

“What in the everloving fuck did those pricks do to my song?” Negan grouses, stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray on the table. The two of you are sitting pressed together in a corner booth, but he still has to half-yell to make himself heard, his hot breath washing over your ear.  

“I hate LA. Too many wannabes,” you say, wrinkling your nose. You wonder if the band had planned to cover the song beforehand, or if they’d added it to the setlist when they heard The Saviours would be in attendance.

“You said it, baby.” Negan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You kiss him lazily, shuddering when he slides his tongue into your mouth. You’re both bored – neither of you had particularly wanted to drag yourselves out of bed to come, and had only agreed as a favour to Negan’s tour manager.

The kisses deepen, neither of you even pretending to listen to the music anymore. One of his hands slides up your thigh, under the hem of your dress, until his fingertips are only inches away from your cunt and you have to stifle a whimper.

“Shall we go find a bathroom stall?” You ask, a little breathless. He smirks at you, wetting his lips with his tongue as he shakes his head.

“Nope. They’re fucking disgusting in this place. No, we’re staying right here.”

“But then we can’t do anything. People will see.” You pout, nodding your head towards the crowds of people around you. For the most part they’re playing it cool, pretending like there isn’t a bona-fide rockstar in their midst. But people are still sneaking glances often enough that you know someone will see if you slip onto your knees under the table.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to come sit on Daddy’s lap, baby. Keep me nice and warm ‘til we can get out of here.” It takes you a moment to realise exactly what he means.

Negan grabs your wrist, pulling your hand between his legs and covering it with his own hand. It leaves your palm pressed against his hardening cock, straining against the denim. His nose brushes against the shell of your ear as he leans in to whisper to you.

“See? My dick hurts, baby.” He presses your hand down a little harder against him. “I need to feel you so badly.” His teeth catch at your earlobe, and you shiver despite the stifling heat of the room.

“What if someone sees?”

“Nobody will see shit, it’s dark. C’mon, baby, just sit on it-” He tilts his hips up, grinding against your palm as his mouth trails down to your neck.

“I- you really don’t think anyone will notice?” You ask, but you’re already moving, climbing onto him. His arms circle your waist, pulling you towards him so you can sit on his lap.

“No, nobody’s gonna see a fucking thing. You better not be wearing panties.” There’s barely room for you to fit between Negan’s lap and the tall table of the booth, leaving you pressed closely against him. The hard line of his cock presses insistently against you, and you shudder in his arms as his hands slide under the hem of your dress.

“No, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, encouraging you to shift forwards. You fidget with the ashtray on the table in front of you, grinding the stub of one of your cigarettes down even further just in case anyone wonders why you’re leaning over.  Negan’s hands work behind you, undoing his fly, tugging the hem of your dress up just enough. You whimper when you feel the head of his cock bump against the curve of your ass. This is a bad idea, for so many reasons.

A ragged breath escapes you when the blunt head of his cock presses against your entrance, smearing precome over your slick flesh. One of Negan’s hands grips your waist and pulls you down, impaling you on his cock in one smooth motion.

It’s too much. It hurts.

His thick cock splits you open, your walls fluttering around him as you try to get your muscles to relax. You whine, your hands gripping at the edge of the table, sweaty palms slippery on the lacquered surface. Behind you, Negan presses his chest against your back, his teeth sinking into the base of your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. That pussy of yours is like a goddamned vice,” he growls against your skin. You barely hear him. Your brain fills with static, able to focus only on the feel of him splitting you open. There are so many people around, glances being cast in Negan’s direction by the crowd milling around. You take a shuddering breath, trying to school your features.

“It’s too big,” you say with a pout. “Hurts.” It’s been a while since you took him without any kind of preparation or foreplay, and the ache in your core reminds you exactly why that is. It drags you right along the knife’s edge of pleasure-pain, and it’s delicious. You’re burning up from the inside out, heat pouring through your veins as you grind down against him.  

“But you’re taking it like a pro, baby, that’s it. Sit still for me,” he murmurs into your ear, his arms wrapping tightly around your middle.

“Negan-” you whine. You squirm on his lap, trying to get comfortable.

“Be still.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” One of his hands slides up to your neck, the light pressure doing nothing to hide the strength of his hands. “Do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t?”

He doesn’t need to elaborate. Now isn’t the time to play the brat – you wouldn’t put it past him to bend you over the table and start fucking you in front of everyone, just to prove his point. Tears prick your eyes as you think of how humiliating he would make it, putting you in your place in front of all these people.

 A pretty redhead in the crowd turns, her lovely blue eyes meeting yours. You try to imagine what she’s seeing – Negan’s hand at your throat, the two of you pressed closely into the booth, the flush on your face.

“No. I’ll be good.”

“Attagirl. I know it’s a lot to take, baby,” he croons into your ear, nosing at the hinge of your jaw. “I’m gonna fuck you so good when we get outta here.” His stubble prickles your neck, and your hands fly to grasp his forearm, clutching him tightly as you try and fight the urge to squirm.

You have no idea how long you sit there for. The thud of the bass is drowned out by your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Your breath catches in your throat, your palms are slick against the leather of Negan’s jacket. You don’t know how long you can stay sitting here like this, split open by Negan’s cock, unable to move. Static fills your brain, urging you to move, to get enough friction to come and try and quench the wildfire in your belly.

“How close are you, baby?” His hand dips between your legs, fingertips ghosting over the place where you’re connected.

“Not very.” As worked up as you are, you know you’re a long way from being able to come. There are too many people around; you’re not sure you could relax enough.

“Really? I don’t think it’d take much.” His fingers dance higher, achingly close to your clit. You bite down on your lower lip, stifling a moan. “I think that if I bent you over this table and fucked you right now, I could make you come before this song ends.”

You imagine it, for a moment. What it would be like for him to fuck you in a nightclub full of people, not caring who turned and saw you. It makes something twist deep in your gut, and your hands flex against Negan’s arms.

“I can feel your greedy little pussy squeezing me. You’d let me do it, wouldn’t you? Fuck you like I’m paying for it in front of all these good people.”  God help you, you probably would. The thought fills you with shame, your skin burning with it, hotter even than the sweltering air in the club.

You nearly choke on your own tongue when Simon chooses that moment to reappear, standing across the table from the two of you. His eyes sweep over you, his head tilting slightly.

“She okay?”

“She’s fine. I slipped her a little something. Poor thing is really feeling it.” Negan tells him, smoothing a hand idly over your hair. You don’t argue. With how feverish you feel, you probably do look high. You let your head loll back against Negan’s shoulder, breathing in the leather and tobacco and aftershave that clings to him.

“You wanna get out of here, get her back to the hotel? I can have Joey bring the car around.”

“I wanted to get out of here three fucking hours ago. Tell him to hurry up, I’ve got shit to do.” Negan catches your earlobe between his teeth once Simon’s back is turned, his voice a low rumble that you can feel down your spine.

“I’m gonna work you so fucking hard. You feel cockdumb now, you wait until I’m done with you.”

[juuuulez]

📰 | prologue: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes-less chapter (sorry!), Negan x Daughter! Reader, pre/start of apocalypse, violence and minor gore, morally grey reader, mentions of child abuse/neglect.

summary: When the apocalypse breaks loose, you find yourself in companionship with your sport teacher, Mr. Smith.

THIS was so much fun to write!!!! Genuinely my favourite chapter I’ve done so far. Let me know what you all think, because I’d love to do more little tidbits that stray from the original story. But with that in mind, this instalment IS required to understand parts of the fic going forward. Prologue is mandatory…..I’ve just finally done it.

Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 are already out! 5 will return to our regularly scheduled program of Carl and (Y/N) bickering.

You valued consistency.

Doing the same thing, every day.

Even if your life was shit, at least it was consistently shit.

You always knew how to behave. What could just go unpunished. How to enter the house without making a sound. The perfect patterns to ensure your location wasn’t given away. What exactly to say to avoid being hit.

It was routine, comfortable. You permanently lived on the edge, waiting. Listening, watching. Observing those around you.

As routine, you were late. It was becoming quite the pattern, but you couldn’t help it. The bus ran late. Or, you suppose… if it ran late every day, then it was on schedule. Maybe you should start catching an earlier bus.

Whatever, it didn’t matter.

Second period, Tuesday.

Sport.

Now, you didn’t necessarily dislike sport. But you didn’t really love it, either.

The uniform always made you feel insecure. Which, at the ripe age of 13, doesn’t seem to be an emotion your peers are experiencing yet. Or maybe they are just better at hiding it than you are. It’s also incredibly performative, sport, which you hate. Being singled out, going one by one, choosing teams. All of it was terrible.

You didn’t mind your teacher.

Which, went a long way, considering you disliked most people who resided within these buildings. Teachers and students alike.

But Mr. Smith was nice. To you, at least. And to everyone. He was loud, had too much energy, but you didn’t mind. It just meant that he cared about his job.

You absentmindedly tugged at the sleeves of your shirt, the fabric wrapped around your arms to make up for the breezy garment of the girls tank top. It made you look different, set you apart. You hated that.

Regardless, you fall in line with the others.

Baseball.

Granted, you’ve never played baseball before. Sure, you’d watched it, on the small occasion that you were allowed to stay with a friend. It was a vivid memory. Watching from the hallway, over her father’s shoulder, whilst she was asleep.

You wished that your father liked sports. Or maybe cooking. Or collecting things, cleaning things, fixing things. Anything.

It’s almost the end of class, you’re standing at the back of the line. Three kids, then two, then just one. You. The others are standing on the bleachers, already collecting their equipment, preparing for break.

“Batter-up.” Mr. Smith says, though you don’t understand the colloquialism. Nonetheless, you move forward, accepting the bat from the previous student. Another is further down the field. Bowler, you presume.

The metal bat is cold between your fingers, clenched in your dominant hand. It’s heavy, but not an unmanageable amount, just enough to keep you aware of it. There’s weight to the swing, weight on your arm, shoulder. It takes a moment to find your footing.

But when you do, the other student has already thrown the ball. It’s hurdling towards you, faster than comfortable. Spinning through the air with a distinct whizz, perfectly curved, heavy. Dangerous.

It’s instinctual. Your body twists, landing a hit on the spherical object with laser accuracy, the impact ringing in your ears as it soars away, towards the end of the pitch.

Your head snaps in the opposite direction, recalling the match you’d silently observed years ago. There are beige bases in the grass, thin plates. The bat falls from your grip, hitting the ground with a thud, and you move to start running.

It only takes a few steps before reality clicks in, and you realise the feat is pointless. Nobody else is playing. There is no-one to catch your ball, to cheer and clap. Everybody has already begun to leave. They didn’t watch you, didn’t continue the game. Three seconds tick over before the bell rings, releasing the crowd of children awaiting their freedom.

Suddenly the summer breeze is too hot, the sleeves of your shirt itching, sticking to your skin. The tank is too tight. It hugs your body in the wrong way, vulnerable, at their mercy. And yet, you are unseen in a similar manner, and there’s an inkling of you that wants to be judged, simply to say you’d been recognised.

You’re collecting your things, and by that, putting your muddied sneakers into a plastic bag and slipping on new ones. There are footsteps behind you. Heavy, easily identifiable as an adult. You have impeccable hearing.

Before he can announce himself, you’ve turned. There’s always been respect in your tone when conversing with teachers, well aware of the authority they hold, despite your frequent disagreeable on their methods.

“Never mentioned you were good at baseball.” Mr. Smith quips, already packing up the equipment left behind from the lesson into a large bag. Those concrete-hard balls, the plastic bases, the metal bats.

“I’ve never played, sir.” You tell him, flashing that usual, awkward smile that doesn’t really count as a smile, but just the pursing of your lips. An attempt at civility from somebody too irreversibly damaged for their age.

“Well, we’ve got a team running,” He continues to speak whilst organising, and though he does not look at you, your attention is drawn. “Could come find you later, give you the permission slip.”

That bursts your bubble. There’s no chance in hell that you could persuade your father to sign it. There was forging the signature, but this game would run in after-school hours, an extra curricular. You wouldn’t be allowed.

“I dunno,” You shrug in premature defeat, slinging the bag over your shoulder, coming to stand at the feet of the bleachers. “Not really a team player. Wouldn’t fit in with the older girls.”

Though there’s no visible indication, it’s obvious that Mr. Smith disregards this as a valid excuse. Which, it definitely isn’t, but it’s the little statement you tell yourself in order to feel less shitty about missing an opportunity.

“How about I get you the slip, and then you’ve got the option?” It’s said as a question, but clearly isn’t, as he’s then reaching into the duffel bag and pulling out one of those heavy, metal bats.

He holds it out to you, and you have no choice but to take it.

“Get some practise in before the weekend.”

Then Mr. Smith is leaving, and you’re left standing there, on the muddy field. The second bell rings out.

You’re late.

Now, this habitual lateness may not be all so coincidental.

Tardiness was handled rather vigorously in the seventh grade, for whatever reason. You didn’t understand.

But it hasn’t taken too long into the year to crack the metaphorical code. Detention was mandated for wrongdoings, ergo, another hour before you had to be home.

You’d take detention over home any day of the week.

So it was unsurprising when you ended up there this afternoon, settling into your usual spot near the back. There were a other kids, the typical troublemakers, and a few poor souls who genuinely had misfortune befall them.

Mrs. Hagerty, the librarian, overlooked detention. She was old and slow, grey hair, grey lips. Grey… skin. Well, she looked half-dead, which was saying something. You weren’t surprised, though it was a little suspicious how she hadn’t chastised you for bringing the baseball bat into the room.

It sat propped up against your desk.

Despite your adamancy against pointless procedures, public humiliation, gossip, and assholes in charge, you were quite good at school. English, primarily, was your strong suit. Reading, writing. All of it.

The peace that you’d carefully crafted was interrupted roughly halfway into the lesson. Or, babysitting session, as Mrs. Hagerty was yet to look up from her desk. Talk about worlds easiest job.

You still remembered that day, even now. Years later.

At the time, Mr. Smith was nothing but your sport teacher, someone with authority who you detested less than most other figures. A reasonable constant in your life, so far.

Now, he was Negan. Everything to you, in a way. Alike to how you were everything to him. Though you didn’t know it then, this was the day that he’d consume an entirely different part of your mind, forging a new identity that would terrorise, ravage, and torment communities.

But in the same breath, protect you, help raise you, construct an entire empire with you as the sun. Though you’d never succumb to the hive mind, you were not Negan. But you certainly were his.

Nonetheless, it all started within that room. The detention room.

“Permission slip.” Negan announced, placing the small pink paper on the desk in front of you. He attempted to keep his voice hushed, mindful of the other students who were meant to be studying, but appeared more to be sleeping.

Now that it was out of school hours, and he was likely printing, Negan wore reading glasses. Later, you would mock him for these, making comments about him being old.

It always awarded you with that same distinct look of warning. Yet, it never made you feel threatened, but appreciated. Seen.

You slide the permission slip closer, reading the small black writing. In the same motion, you fish out a pen, jotting down cursive letters in the underlined section.

You slide it back.

“I can’t take this,” Negan points out with a sign, gazing down at the signature that is obviously not one of your parents. “You’re really making me go back, and print another one?”

This causes you to roll your eyes, “So I can take it home and do the same thing? That just wastes both of our time… our you could take it now.”

However, he won’t budge. “It’s policy. Go home, get it signed. I don’t need to know how.”

Though you feign annoyance, the insinuation made you want to smile. Turns out, Negan knew more than he was letting on. Gossip spread across faculty quickly, and it didn’t take a genius to deduct your… poor living situation.

The long sleeves, the turtle necks, the gloves. Jeans in summer. Never a parent to attention parent-teacher conferences.

He’s about to turn and leave, when there’s a slight commotion at the front of the room.

One of the younger students, Jasmin, is talking to Mrs. Hogarty in a hushed voice. Goody-two-shoes.

When she gets no response, the student only continues talking, trying to elicit a reaction from the teacher that has otherwise remained silent. In an irreversible mistake, Jasmin reaches out, gently waving her tanned hand in front of glazed over eyes.

Mrs. Hogarty lunges at her, finally in motion, chubby hands gripping at the forearm of the girl and taking a bite from plush skin. Blood spurts from the wound, Jasmin screams in horror, alike to the rest of the few misdemeanours in the room.

Everyone is in motion. Some try to help Jasmin, others flee. You’re stuck. Truth is, though you boast agility, you’ve never been in a situation like this. Your mouth gapes like a fish, open, closed, searching for something to say, to do. A reaction befitting of this complete, disgusting travesty.

“C’mon, up. Let’s go.” Negan is talking to you, you realise. It’s like everything finally clicks back into motion, the water no longer clogging your ears, making everything muffled and distant. This is reality.

You scramble from the chair, grabbing books, pencils, hastily shoving them into your little brown bag.

But there’s a hand on your shoulder, urging you forward, towards the exit sitting towards the back of the classroom. “Leave it, no time.” Negan is telling you, helping you off the floor. Before the two of you can make a break for it, your hands clasp around the metal baseball bat.

It swings at your side as you leave the building, feet padding against the concrete of the pavement. It’s strangely… desolate. There is no increasing urgency, nobody around. It almost makes you question whether what happened was real. But you’re still walking, forward, away.

“Shouldn’t we help her?” You ask, to which Negan finally stops to look back at you. His brows furrow, confused, so you clarify. “Jasmin.”

“No, no, there isn’t any helping her,” He clarifies, talking slowly to try and get the idea in your head. “I read about this shit online, it’s in other countries. Europe. They aren’t people anymore.”

You don’t quite catch on, understand the severity of his words. But it makes sense. No person would act like that. Your feet begin to move again, travelling the familiar path.

“Hey, where are you going?” Negan calls out, and it’s only now that you become aware of the distance between you. Your head snaps into the direction of the bus stop, a silent answer, and Negan seems to deduct your intentions. He nods in the opposite direction. “C’mon.”

You obey, needing to skip in order to catch up with his longer strides. The bat is still clenched in your dominant hand, cold metal occasionally making contact with the side of your leg. It’s heavy, but you’re getting used to it.

As you approach the car park, the sun beats down, warming the asphalt. A few paces away is Negan’s truck, but before that, another person you quickly identify as an older student.

Stringy hair, grey skin, dull eyes. Arms reaching out, wandering aimlessly. The animated corpse seems to have some semblance of consciousness, as it spots you, limping over.

Preemptively, you take a step back, that familiar feeling of panic flooding your system at an unavoidable danger. Luckily, Negan appears to be significantly more composed than you are, as he’s reaching back for something. Extending a hand to you.

When you don’t react, he whistles, a high-pitched noise that instantly gets your attention. You did not know it yet, but this would become a familiar constant in your life. Nonetheless, you catch onto what he meant, letting the metal bat fall into his extended hand.

“Are you gonna…?” You don’t finish your question, as you’re unsure what exactly you think may happen. There’s a small part of you that doesn’t want to know.

Luckily, Negan provided little answers. “Go around and get in the truck.” He tells you, instructs you, and you listen simply because you trust him. Which, in this day and age, is dangerous.

You busy yourself with the seatbelt in order not to watch, able to mentally fill in the blanks as to the measure that Negan was taking. It made sense, you supposed. They weren’t alive anymore, couldn’t feel. Only wanted to hurt other people. Therefore, they needed to be put down.

There’s a clang as he places the baseball bat in the back of the truck, getting into the drivers seat and starting the engine. You watch this interest, unable to remember the last time somebody drove you anywhere. Never, if you recall correctly.

Thankful, Negan opts to ignore the way you inspect his every movement, like a little bird. Or a startled cat.

“Your address?” He requests, already making a start down the street that he would presume lead towards your house. It snaps you out of the little daze, face scrunching up.

“No, gross. I can’t give you my address,” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, as if the idea of completely insane. “You could be a predator, for all I know. That’s private information.”

Negan gives you that look again, the same one when you’d forged the signature. He can’t quite understand you. “Why would I work in a school if I was a predator? Tell me, how would I get that job.”

You shrug, “Maybe because that’s exactly what you want.”

He becomes fed up with your inane accusation, rolling his eyes. Yet, despite the attitude you’ve adopted, he does not get frustrated with you. “Address, now. I’m takin’ you home.”

There’s a large part of you that doesn’t even want to go home, yet you obey, providing Negan with your address to which he turns down the proper street. Luckily, you don’t live too far from school… or, unlucky, you suppose. For it isn’t long until you’re pulling into your driveway.

You get out, footsteps cautious against the pavement. A few meters away is an older lady, half alive, clinging to the path with desperate hands despite the concave appearance of her head. Your neighbour. She groans upon noticing you, but her legs are broken, and cannot move forward.

Remembering earlier, you move backwards towards the truck, fishing out the metal bat. It’s shiny metallic end is caked with reddish blood, stringing bits of decomposing guts hanging from it.

You can only make it a step forward until Negan is holding your shoulder again, pushing you in the opposite direction, towards the house. “Nope. Just leave her, she ain’t hurting anyone.”

Usually, you would detest being controlled. Told what to do. The shadow of an adult so close behind you, watching, letting their hands intrude on your space. But you didn’t feel threatened by Negan, which was odd. You weren’t going to complain about it, that’s for sure.

You ascend up the shallow stairs, coming to a stop in front of the door. When you reach out, pressing on the doorhandle, you’re shocked to find that it simply swings open, already sitting ajar. Dread fills your body.

It’s not that fearful, sickly dread that you get when you know you’ve done something wrong, and are awaiting the inevitable consequences. No, its.. different. You’ve felt it very few times before. Concern, worry. Knowing that something is wrong, and you cannot stop it.

Nonetheless, you enter the house. It’s in its familiar state, which provides a slight comfort to you, but Negan finds himself taken aback. It’s practically a mess. Every surface has something on it, whether it be pointless junk, or the garbage of bottles and cans. A few areas remain spotless, like the kitchen counter, and the bin remains empty and carefully tucked away.

It’s clear that you upkeep the small areas which you require for your autonomy. The rest of the place? Not your problem. It’s no wonder you don’t like being there.

As you pat further down the hallway, Negan draws his attention to the entrance. There’s a large bookshelf, though the books are dusty, likely long since actually used. A few slots are unusually empty, indicating that you’ve taken some to keep elsewhere.

But it’s the top shelf that draws his attention. Two photographs, positioned around thirty centimetres apart, with two respective urns behind them. One significantly smaller. Mother and daughter, he recognises. Mother and baby, actually.

It’s apparent that this is the home of a family that’s lost half of its inhabitance. He can’t help but wonder, is this the fate that will befall him, come Lucille’s death? Hopefully not. Nothing like this.

“Dad?”

Negan regains his sense of reality, curiosity piked as you’re speaking down the hall. He moves further into the space, standing in the kitchen as he observes you, there on the porch.

You stand near the doorway, that bat still hanging from one hand. In front of you, a figure, sitting down. Next to him, a half-empty case of beers. Part of Negan becomes increasingly alert, aware, prepared to avoid letting any harm befall you. A harm that you’re likely accustomed to.

There’s no response.

“C’mon. Just say something.” You urge, sounding utterly defeated. And yet, your father gives no response, despite the impending doom blanketing the situation.

It doesn’t take a genius to understand. The vicious, red welt on your fathers neck gives it away, jagged and seeping blood that stains his already unkept shirt. It’s a matter of time, at this point. You’d like to extract at least one, genuine conversation. Absolutely anything before he disappears forever.

That isn’t seeming very likely.

Your eyes drift around the yard, welling with tears not of sadness, but frustration. This is it? You are to become an orphan, the world is ending, and your piece-of-shit father won’t even look at you? In this moment, you wished he was angry.

You wished he would yell at you.

Pin you against the wall by your neck.

Bruise you. Beat you.

Anything other than this.

“I made the baseball team.” You tell him, another futile attempt to elicit any sort of reaction. Pride, maybe. Congratulate his young daughter for her achievement. Even the smallest hint of recognition would go a long way, pull you from this spiral you’ve begun to succumb to.

And what does he do?

He scoffs.

His arm lifts, taking another swig of the near empty bottle.

Finally, you’ve gotten your sign. A signal, a hint. The divine intervention that sets everything straight, reminds you of your place in this world. Just enough attention to keep you subdued, but satisfied. Complacent.

Anger overtakes you before you’re even aware of these emotions, wielding a surprising amount of strength for a pre-pubescent girl. You want to scream and shout and hurt him.

So you do.

It’s a knee-jerk reaction, really. Unplanned, messily executed. But would you have done it again? Certainly.

You cannot feel remorse for causing pain to a man who’s soul died long ago. Died with your mother, died with your infant sister. Tried to kill yours along with it all.

It’s already happened before you can understand.

There’s a distinct soreness in your shoulder, strained from swinging the metal baseball bat with such force. There are little blisters forming on your palms from how tight you’re gripping, clawing, clenching around the handle. The movement has shifted your whole body, but you don’t look down.

You don’t acknowledge the mess you’ve made.

Blood splattered across the wooden porch, some even hitting the adjacent fence. Skull broken, concave. Oozing sticky red.

The glass bottle rolls down the steps. Clink, clink, clink. It hits the plush grass, silenced.

It was inevitable, anyway. Whether to the virus, or your own hands, your father was going to die.

It was a mercy-kill, at best.

Vengeance at worst.

But that didn’t matter anymore, because when you turned around, he was there.

Negan.

Standing in the kitchen, watching you through the open door. He didn’t appear horrified, or disgusted. Maybe unsettled, sure. There was a darkness within you that he recognised, understood. Sure, he didn’t put it there, but over the years he would cultivate it, guide you. Raise you as somebody who would never be taken advantage of again.

Untouchable.

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Two Wrongs Don’t Make A Right

Daryl Dixon x platonic!reader

Negan Smith x daughter!reader

WORD COUNT: 4.0k

TIME: season 7

Warnings: imprisonment, talk of rapists(briefly), talk of murder, mentions of Abe’s and Glenn’s deaths, arguments, mentions of saviours, mentions of what transpired in season six and seven, spoiler warning and bad writing.

CHAPTER 2 of the Dark Cell series

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This is long awaited! I'm sorry that this has taken so long but I have been making fanfics on Wattpad recently and if you are a fellow fanfic writer you understand how much unnecessary time it takes to come up with ideas and lines to make your character come to life. Thank you all for being so patient with me! Also, requests are open, and I will be redoing my master list, so look out for that. I have been influenced so yes, this is going to become a series so stay tuned! Now that I finished this part I have more motivation to actually write for this! I’d you want to be tagged in the series let me know! Thank you so much for reading<3

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The exchanges took place every night at around 1 a.m., and it had for the past seven days.

You would arrive carrying a plate or bowl of whatever leftover food you had managed to swipe from the kitchen or some dinner from the meals you would share with Negan. 

You had aimed to make the food before you went down so that it was still hot but it was risky as, there was a large chance that one of Negan's men would notice and alert your father, which would raise suspicion. 

The food consisted of Sandwiches, chicken, pasta, fish, soup and wraps. 

You wished you could do it more often, but you knew that it would largely increase the chances of you getting caught. 

You knew your punishment wouldn't be anywhere near how severe Daryl's would be. You also knew that as much as you pleaded your father would allow his pawns to have their fun in harming the long-haired man. You weren't quite sure why your father's men were so willing to starve and beat a man senseless to appear strong. Men and their egos you supposed. 

Your father could preach all he wanted about how he would do anything for his daughter, how he would move mountains to appease you. How he would kill anyone who dared to disrespect you (he had) but yet he couldn't try and be a better man. He couldn't put his rage and grieve the wicked world had caused him and help people instead of torturing broken people and turning people who wanted to survive into heartless killers. Turn them into him. 

You couldn't say you hated your father. You never could. But that certainly didn't mean you agreed with half the things he did. 

You could tell he cared what you thought of him. You were the last thing he had of your mother, but that didn't mean he listened to you when you expressed your opinion. 

You and your father were close before all of this happened, well before you found out about his affair. After that day you hated everything about him. Even when your mother got sick and he stood by her, did everything for her. You weren't sure if it was because of how guilty he felt for betraying her or because he loved her. 

Normally you would insist on it being the first but now she was at a loss. 

Since your mother's demise, your once childish but thoughtful father had turned into a power-hungry greedy man. At first you gave him the benefit of the doubt. He was grieving and was trying to find a way to cope with the loss of the woman he loved but it was as though he was forgetting that his daughter had lost her mother.

He wanted to make you happy, so he gifted you the biggest room in the sanctuary and allowed you to purchase whatever you desired without working, though you often helped with the growing crops in the back of the sanctuary. Your father never really liked the idea of her around the fence but he backed down after a heated argument between you. He did send some of his men to keep an eye on you, he tried to be discreet but his men were less than. 

You always made sure to bring a large glass of tap water from your room down to his cell, wanting to at least make sure he didn't die of dehydration. 

You knew that his physical health wasn't as bad as it was before but you knew that his mental health was still declining. He had been locked in the tiny cell for weeks on end, the only sound filling his ears was the constant lyrics of the song 'East Street'. 

The bags under his eyes were proof enough of the lack of sleep he had been receiving. The way his eyes could barely focus on one thing when you would bring him his meals was another important factor in your conclusion. 

Since your visits had become more frequent he had uttered his name quietly into the comfortable silence that had filled the cell as he hastily inhaled what was in front of him. It was so quiet that you had barely heard him, but once you realized that it wasn't your imagination you smiled softly to yourself before muttering your name as well. 

In your mind, you were friends. You knew his name, he knew yours, you would bring him food, he would be thankful and you were both the highlight of each other's day. 

Daryl- because he wasn't rapidly dropping weight as he had been before from his lack of food, which in turn kept his brain running so he could coax his thoughts into coming up with a plan to escape his captivity. Plus your company wasn't so bad he reckoned.

You- because you got to meet another survivor from a rivalling group, you had heard your father angrily ranting to his soldiers about how this mysterious group had taken out one of his many posts and killed everyone in it. 

You were shocked at how brutal this group could be but you knew that your father could be even more heartless and it was proven when a week later whispers were passed along through the sanctuary that your father had partaken in another one of his lineups and had bashed in two members of Daryl's groups heads in with Lucille. 

You knew that Daryl's group had killed countless people, saviours but at least their families and friends didn't have to see it, as apparently the people from the outpost were killed while they slept. It was a very cowardly way to kill but it was better in a way, they didn't see it coming. 

You clutched the tray of food which consisted of a slice of ham from a pig the saviours had recently slaughtered as a way to celebrate the new community they had under their control, standing with the other few that they had taken over. With a side of carrots that you had picked herself to give him some energy. 

Then finally a generous helping of mashed potatoes to fill him up, as you knew that a small sandwich was going to get him through the day. Well, you guessed it was two, as Dwight had made sure to feed him a dog food sandwich every other day to keep him going. A dark pork gravy from the brand Bisto (clubhouse is better but whatever) that was covering a large portion of the potatoes. Your father did always say that you made it taste even better when you made it.

Your eyes peeked around the sharp corner to make sure Arat was on her way to her break that she always made sure to hide, always quick on her feet to head to her room to get several strong minutes of shut-eye. 

Your eyes caught sight of Arat quietly creeping her way further and further away from Daryl's new home. You waited a couple of minutes until you were sure she was in her room, possibly already captivated by sleep. You placed one foot in front of the other as you too, crept down the hallway, the fear of getting caught burning fear into her veins.

You balanced the tray on one hand as you reached into your left pocket, to pull out the cell key that you had stolen from Laura, well it wasn't quite stealing, she had dropped it and hadn't even noticed. You could still remember her confused face when she caught you on the ground after catching you mid-grab. You smiled at her and played it off as if you were tying your shoe, which she bought as she shot you a smile and continued on with her ranting. 

You turned the key clockwise into the rusting metal, smiling in satisfaction when the lock clicked quietly as a sign that it was now unlocked.

The creak that was loudly pulled from the door as it was opened left you cringing as you quickly shuffled into the room, closing the door until there was only a fragment of it for a little bit of light but it wasn't large enough to draw suspicion towards your meetings. 

You could already see Daryl gazing up at you as you pulled the door closed, before lowering yourself to the floor, holding your hands out as a sign for him to take the plate which he did. He had loosened up a large amount since you had started being him food a week ago. 

He was still stand-offish and didn't like to talk about his group which you didn't blame him for, you were with the enemy, you were his daughter. You weren't sure if he knew of your status at the sanctuary but if he did, it didn't come from you. It had already taken a great amount of effort to gain his trust and you wouldn't want it broken just because of who your father was. 

If he brought it up, you would talk to him about it, but for now, you didn't want to risk losing one of the only people that didn't just suck up to you because they wanted more points or because they were scared to face your father's wrath if they hurt your feelings. 

"Hey, sorry I was late, Arat took longer than usual to hit the deck." You quickly explained as expected the food in a curious glint in his eyes. "It's ham. Sorry, I didn't know if you liked it but they just killed a pig and me and my-... I had some for dinner earlier, it was good... and there's potatoes obviously, there's some cheese in them too with carrots and gravy." His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you in question just as he had been since you had almost slipped up. "Don't worry, it's not poisoned well... at least I hope it isn't because I ate the same thing but I guess we'll find out."

He let a harsh breath out of his nose that sounded similar to a laugh before he picked up the metal fork before shoving a large bite of potatoes in his mouth, a barely audible groan fell from his lips as he continued to inhale the food, not even bothering to use the knife that you had brought to cut the meat, opting to just pick it up with his hands. 

If it was anyone else you would find the wild eating disgusting, but you understood. He was being starved as a torture method to force him into submission. You had seen this countless times, but nearly all had caved within the first few days. It was shocking to you how strong he was. If it had been you... you weren't sure how long you could last if you were in the same position. 

From how wild he was eating you could only assume today wasn't the day he got fed from Dwight. 

You assumed you did well with the amount of food you had given him. 

You kept your eyes trained on the opened part of the door to make sure the coast was clear still. Normally this side of the sanctuary was almost always deserted, but since Daryl as been held here, you had noticed a lot of working people wanted to catch a glimpse of one of the Alexandrians who had killed numerous soldiers. You weren't sure if was from fear or awe. 

"Why are you doing this." He asked as he looked up from his half-eaten plate of food, to examine you while you spoke as if to see if you would lie to him. 

"I don't like how he's handing this. I mean... what your group did was wrong. Really wrong. But what he's doing to you isn't right. No one should have to deal with this. I mean other than rapists, pedophiles, or child killers. I mean murder is really bad but there are some ways to excuse it, like self-defence but I mean the worlds over. People kill each other every day to survive. Don't make it right but it makes sense. You did what you thought you had to, to 'save' your group." You ranted slightly as you looked down.

"So you're doing this because I deserve better?" Daryl asked with a quiet snort as though he couldn't fathom the thought of someone actually thinking he was a decent guy. 

"Everyone deserves better in some way. But no, some people just need a little help sometimes. You do, so I'm trying to help you." You said as watched him proceed with eating.

He looked up at you after he took yet another bite of his food. "I ain't need no help." He dismissed with a huff as he finished the last of his food.

"Obviously you do. Everybody does. You're no exception." You disagreed as he watched for any signs of Arat possibly returning earlier than usual.

"So why ya helping me? I'm sure the big man has more bitchs." He all but growled as he thought about your father causing your face to drop slightly as he kept your eyes away from him, in hopes of him not being able to see your full life story from just the shine in your eyes. Daryl looked like the type to be able to, you thought.

"He has some other... people in cells-" You were cut off by Daryl as he let out a dangerous scoff that should have had you scared. You were in a closed space with someone who wanted your father dead, I mean sure he didn't know that you and the man he hated most shared the same blood but it didn't matter. You were a Smith and that would never change. No matter how much you hoped and prayed that your father would suddenly turn a new leaf, it never seemed to happen. So at some point, you just saved your previously wasted breath. 

"Ya mean prisoners?" He spoke sharply, his words not a question but a statement, showcasing how enraged he truly was with her father. 

"Yeah...prisoners. There is some down here, yes. But they deserve it." You said while shaking your head as you thought about the awful people that were locked down here.

"Ain't nobody deserve this shit." He said with his whole chest as his eyes scanned your face with a mixture of hate and disgust at your words. You couldn't blame him though, he was locked in a cell and you had just said that the people locked in them deserved it. 

"They're awful people. Rapists, child killers, people who kill without reason-"

"I ain't no rapist and I ain't no child killers. Me and my people had every righ-"

"Nobody has a right to take someone's life. Who made us god? When did we get to choose who got to live and who got to die?" You argued as you furrowed your brows at the man's words.

"How bout' ya tell yer buddy that? He killed my friends." He raised his voice louder than necessary which earned him a dirty look from you as you peeked out of the sliver of the door that shined light into the cell and once you were sure no one was coming with guns raised you turned back to face him. 

"You killed dozens of his men while they were sleeping. You do realize that, right? I'm not saying what he did was right either, but you're lucky he didn't kill more of your people." You ranted slightly as you looked at him in confusion, he was so stuck in his own misery that he wasn't thinking about how other people were affected by his and his group's actions. 

"Lucky? He bashed my friend's heads in." He said angrily but it was quiet. As if trying to scare you into submission but you didn't back down.

"And I'm sorry for your friends. I really am. But you couldn't have thought that your group could get away with slaughtering- and it was a slaughtering,  his men and get away scot-free. You killed his soldiers. He takes that shit as a personal attack. So when I say I'm surprised he didn't kill more of you I mean it." 

"One of my friends' wives was pregnant' ya think she deserved ta see that? Now tha' kid's gonna grow up without a father."

"Of course not. That's awful and I'm so sorry...but some of the men and women you slaughtered had kids. Wives. Parents. They had people who loved them too. One of the men, Mike, had a pregnant wife at one of the other outposts. She was eight months and gave birth to her baby girl two days after he died. Alone. And a woman, Mel, just got married to the man she loved, they were trying for a baby... He killed himself last week. Hung himself in his room all alone." You paused for a moment to see if he was going to speak up but when he didn't, you continued.

"An-and a woman named Willow had a baby at another outpost. Now that baby has to grow up without a mother. Another man named Carlos was an only child and had to work for points to provide for his parents. They're old and can't do it themselves. Now they're barely eating and are so depressed that their health is deteriorating, we're not sure how long they have left. So I'm sorry that your friends lost people they cared about but you didn't just get your group hurt with your guy's actions. You guys ruined so many lives that night." 

You finished your rant as you shook your head, looking up at him only to see him looking down at his hands, his overgrown hair hung low to cover his eyes, masking his true reaction.

"I'm not trying to say that your friends' deaths don't matter but you can't just go around acting like you didn't kill people either. Like everyone else's pain doesn't matter to not feel guilty. But it does." You said quietly before deciding you had spent long enough in the stuffy cell. You reached over, grabbing the plate from in front of him before pulling yourself to your feet. You waited for him to speak again but he didn't bother and once you turned around he noticed that he hadn't moved from his place. 

"Good night." You shook your head before he pulled the creaky door open a little more so the gap was large enough to fit your body through, closing it until you felt the metal clank quietly against metal. 

You pulled out the key and shoved it into the lock, twisting it quickly before you heard quiet footsteps walking down the hallway from where Arat had left from. It seemed like you had left at the perfect time, you supposed.

You quietly but hastily quickened your pace until you were at the same corner you had looked over from around fifteen minutes prior. 

You watched as Arat ran a hand over her short black and bleached blonde hair as she let out a yawn, swaying on her feet slightly from the over-tiredness she was experiencing, which was probably in full swing by the shortness of her sleep. 

You let out a quiet sigh of relief before you quietly made your way in the direction of her room, the plate held tightly in your grasp as you walked past the mostly deserted sanctuary, sending a small smile to some of the saviours on watch duty. Most sent one back your way, while others seemed annoyed at the fact that they had duty at all, leaving them too aggravated to bother.

You were about to turn the handle of your door when you heard a voice stop you.

"Baby? What are you doin' up? It's late." Your father's voice stopped you in your tracks. A part of you wanted to run into your room and pretend that you had been sleepwalking but you knew your father knew you better than that and could almost always tell when you were fake sleeping. It was an odd talent if you were to be frank. So you turned around with a smile and spoke.

"I couldn't sleep. Decided to take a walk." You lied.

"With an empty plate of food?" He asked with raised eyebrows a sarcastic smirk on his face.

"...I got hungry on the way. Just heated up some leftovers from dinner. Didn't know that was a crime, Dad." You huffed in an attempt to sound believable.

"It's late. You could have woken me up. I would have walked with you." He said as he studied you. 

"Seriously, dad? Literal armed guards are crawling the place. I think I'm okay walking to the kitchen. Plus you barely sleep as it is." You rolled your eyes at his mindset.

"I always have time for you, hunny... so who's the boy? Or girl. I don't discriminate. Hell, ya could be in love with a goddamn pumpkin and I would still approve. Maybe a little weirded out but hey, we all have our kinks." He smirked but his nose scrunched up slightly as he realized he was talking to his daughter and not one of his henchmen. 

"Oh, wow, you figured it out. His name is Donteatmyseedsplease. I didn't want to keep it from you but I don't think you would approve. I'm so very glad I have your support, father dearest." You said in an overly happy voice even your eyes rolled with almost every word you spoke. You turned back to your door and turned ten knob, not going in as though to not give your father the opportunity to join you.

"You'll have to bring him over for dinner sometime we'll have squash." 

"That wasn't funny Dad." 

"Damn, you know how to wound a man's ego. Good girl, I taught you well." He said in a proud tone.

"I'm exhausted. Can we talk tomorrow? I wanted to talk to you about something actually..." You spoke as you pushed your door open even wider than it had been and started to make her way into your large room.

"That's never good." He groaned before he leaned over to land a kiss atop your head. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby. I'm busy but I always have time for you." He pulled away and sent a smile your way which you returned before closing the door and leaning against it. A sigh of relief left your lips as you realized you were in the clear.

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Burning Buildings Part 2 - Negan Smith x OC

Part 1 Someone is out there killing Negan's men and he's determined to find the culprit. When he finds out they're part of Alexandria, he plans to have a little fun with his newfound friend.

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"Fuck me," I groaned. Gathering as much as I could around me, my dagger, machete, whatever I had packed away. There was nothing I could do but run for my life.

"Where are you, Litch," Negan yelled as the front door came down. He was alone, there were no sounds of his men, it was only him.

The bedroom door was closed and locked. I was on the third story of our home, I wasn't jumping out the window.

"I promise I won't kill you," Negan shouted again through the house. I walked to the bedroom door, slowly stepping with each creak In the floor, it was impossible to not creak the floorboards in our home.

Opening the door, I stepped out, holding my dagger close. Negan stood at the bottom of the stairs with a smile on his face. Lucille hanging on his back.

"Good morning sunshine," He smiled taking a step, I backed away with each step, looking around and behind. Was I about to jump out of a three-story house?

"What do I want?" I asked, backing more into the hallway. Negan was taller than I imagined. Towering over me with each step. He was swift as he walked, knowing which floorboards would creak under his feet.

"Truthfully," Negan spoke and I stopped just outside of an open door. The window was open just like the others, but a screen stopped me from just jumping out. "I want to have just a chat, the two of us,"

"I'll listen right here then," I put my hand out, stopping him from coming any closer, but he only snickered and walked straight towards me, I was stunned in fear now.

His hands went for my cheeks, cupping his hand to them. "Not here darling," He smirked looking down at me. "You've killed plenty of my men, I can't let that go without punishment,"

"I'm not leaving this camp," I groaned keeping my hand out. "Say what you wanna say to me right now,"

Negan planted his feet, his grip on Lucille loosened as he placed her on the floor. "I'll give you two choices," He spoke with husk. "Only two,"

I didn't speak, I only stood near the window. There was no way I wanted to jump two stories down, but I would if I had to.

"Come with me, pay your debt out in my camp and I'll give you your freedom back," Negan spoke raising his chin. "Or I will kill twice as many people as you've killed of my men,"

My heart dropped to my throat. I knew he wasn't bluffing. I had seen what he had done to Glenn and Abraham.

"And if I don't want to choose," I said low. My heart raced out of my chest, my stomach felt empty, and the room started to spin.

"I'll kill your people and you still get to come with me, without your freedom," Lucille was back in his hands as he grinned. "What do you say, darling,"

~

The front door opened and I walked out with my head down. Tears fell down my face as Negan guided me out. I couldn't look at anyone. I was a traitor to my people now.

"Take her and put her in my truck, I won't be long," Negan spoke taking his hand off my shoulder.

"You can't take one of our people," Rick called out, I raised my head looking towards my group. Daryl was stone cold.

"I can and I will," Negan spoke raising the bat and pointing it forward. "She'll earn her freedom and you can have her back once she's done that,"

Rick opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He only nodded his head. I wasn't worth the fight to him, I never was.

I looked at Daryl one more time. Slowly I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to him before I was guided into a truck and placed down.

There was only silence as I sat by myself in the truck. My view was blocked by another vehicle in front. I couldn't hear anything that was going on outside. It was only silence.

The truck door opened and men gathered in the front. Negan slid on the seat beside me with a smile.

"This will be a good thing for you," Negan spoke as he leaned back in his seat, placing Lucille in between his legs. "There are rules to your new home,"

"This is my home," I spoke looking out the window as we drove away. I couldn't look at Negan or his men. I felt empty, only a backpack with clothes and valuables was all I had.

A hand was placed on my chin, turning my face towards his. His eyes were dark. "You'll follow our rules,"

My jaw tightened and my eyebrows frowned. "Let go of me," I tried pulling back but his grip on me was tighter.

"You've killed so many of my men, I am giving you a place to sleep," Negan got closer to my face. "Be fucking grateful," He pushed me back, I landed against my seat and moved as far away as I could.

It was only silence for the rest of the ride. There was nothing I wanted to say, nothing I wanted to do more than just go back home.

I've been to Alexandria once, I killed ten men before I ran, one had stabbed me in the thigh. Daryl had found me just in time to get me back home and to our doctor.

The gates were familiar, nothing had changed from the last time I was here. Only that I didn't have weapons and everyone else did.

"Take her to her room," Negan mummbled getting out of the car and out of my sight fast.

An older man guided me into their building. The hallways were dark, and hardly anybody was walking around. it was just the old man and I.

"This is your room," he spoke, a gun in a holster on his side. "There will be a guard posted at your door at all times, do not try anything,"

The room was larger than my last. A bathroom and kitchen were all attached, Everything that I would need to stay here.

"Thank you," I whispered, walking into the room. The older man shut the door behind me and I was alone. For the first time.

Running to the windows, I went for the hatch, pulling up but it didn't open. I pulled as hard as I could but the windows wouldn't open.

"FUCK," I screamed, hitting the wall beside and screaming. Anger filled the room as I walked around, trying to find anything to use as a weapon. Anything.

But there was nothing. I was defensive for the first time since the apocalypse started.

Crawling into my bed. I let out a cry as I lay down. Looking at the moon as I cried.