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Nothin's Free | Chapter Thirty Six: Kissy Love

A/N: this is the first time showing anyone smut that I've written so yeah....

About a week had passed since my family had come to visit. The plan was for them and a few more people to move in within the next few days, many of the buildings being in better condition than we expected.

“c’mon Kat ya gotta get up,” Daryl said pulling the blankets off of me and shaking my shoulder, water dripping on me from the shower he had just taken.

“Noooo… ya can’t make me,” I groaned burying my face into the pillow, I’d been having a really good and vivid dream in which the man above me and I had finally gone all the way.

“That a challenge?” I didn’t need to see him to know there was a smirk on his face. I felt the bed dip around me as he climbed over me. He moved my hair and kissed the cuts that were beginning transitioning to fresh scars on my upper back and shoulders, exposed by my tank top. I felt him sit back on my thighs before jabbing my sides, tickling me.

“Daryl… Daryl… stop…” I begged as he laughed and I thrashed below him. “Dare-” I tried to catch my breath. I managed to roll over beneath him, I shamelessly took a moment to admire his naked chest running my hands down it before pushing against him in a futile attempt to get away. He pushed me back, grabbing my hands and pinning them besides my head. I smiled and caught my breath. His wet hair dripped down on my face as he leaned over me. I caught his eyes flipping between mine and my lips before he dipped down and connected our mouths.

I moaned up into the kiss as our tongues explored each other. I gripped a hand in the hair at the back of his head while I ran the other down the damp skin of his side. I pressed his hip down and we shifted our legs so his lay between mine. He ground down against me, the bulge in his jeans moving against the thin cotton shorts I wore providing the perfect level of friction. As he continued this motion, I quickly felt the pleasure begin to build up an orgasm, my body already halfway there from the wet dream he’d ripped me from.

“Fuck Daryl, you make me feel so good. please… don’t stop” it came out more of a whimper than a moan as he kissed and bit lightly at my neck.

“oh yeah?” he kissed me shortly as he continued to rut against me. He pressed his forehead against mine, “ya gonna cum jus from this? Without me even touchin ya” he looked at me with an amused smirk. I nodded, pulling his mouth back to mine with my hand on the back of his neck. Gently raking my nails up his back as I locked my ankles around legs and my hips up to chase his with each roll.

I kissed him feverishly, moaning into his mouth as I got closer to climax. “Daryl,” I breathed, “I’m…”

“Do it,” he husked into my ear, “cum for me babe.” He licked up my neck before ducking his head down to bite the spot where my neck met my shoulder. That was all I needed to wrap my legs up around his waist tightly and bury my head onto his neck and let myself go. “Fuck,” I panted as I tried to catch my breath.

Daryl left a trail of short kisses from my shoulder as he made his way back to my lips, kissing me softly. I reached down to unbutton his jeans; he held my wrist gently, “ya know ya don’t have ta do that.” He had told me this each time it came to me going down on him.

“Goddamn it Daryl, I wantto, I love havin you in my mouth. And from what I’ve seen, heard, and tasted… you like it too.” I smile truthfully, kissing him before I pushed his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. He folded one arm up behind his head and held the hair out of my face as he watched me undo his belt and open his jeans, lifting his hips so I could pull them down. He kicked them the rest of the way off “yes I do,” he groaned when I grabbed him and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock.

I cupped his balls with one hand and used my other as leveraged to bob my head up and down, taking him further each time, forcing him further against the back of my throat until my face met his surprisingly neat pubic hair. When I ran out of air I backed off, breathing through my nose as I hollowed my cheeks and tucked my lips over my teeth so I could apply more pressure without biting him as I pull up. I pay attention to the tip, sucking hard and flicking my tongue against his frenulum. He grips my hair and pushes his hips up into my mouth as he moans. I bob my head a few more times before I pull off of him to breathe and replace my mouth with my hand. I look up at Daryl to see him staring back at me, breathing heavily as his mouth hangs open.

I crawl up, planting kisses up his body on my way, biting and pulling gently on his lower lip before kissing him. He cups my jaw, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I move my lips against him as he runs his hands under my top, pulling back from me to lift it over his head. He grabs my shoulders and sits me up, remaining flat below me. He splays his hand out on my lower abdomen, running it slowly up my body.

“God I could look atcha all day,” he palmed my breasts, toying with my nipples.

“Mmm, too bad, I got other plans…” I run a hand up his toned chest as I lean forward.

“oh yeah?” the corner of his mouth twitched up.

“Mmm hmm…”

“What’s that?” I leaned all the way up and put my head next to him.

I licked the shell of his ear, “I want you, to finally fuck me Daryl…” I whispered before sitting back up, looking at the lopsided grin he had.

“You sure?” he double checked, looking more serious.

“I mean only if ya want to… I’ve wanted to for like, how long have we known each other? three years? I can wait longer if-” I smile down at him.

He sat all the way up, holding me in his lap. He bit his bottom lip and looked at me through his damp hair, nodding slightly “think we both waited long enough… too long,” he whispered before crashing out lips together. I smile into the kiss and pulled away to reach into the other beside drawer, pulling out one of the condoms I had found when I explored the house.

I opened it before I rolled it on him before shedding my shorts and underwear. I climb back on top of him only for him to flip us over roughly causing me to giggle. I gasped as he slowly slipped his middle finger inside of me, instantly moving it in me at a teasingly slow pace. “Thought ya said ya wanted me to fuck you,” he said in a low tone right in my ear that caused a chill to run down my body. “God yer fuckin soaked,” he looked down at his hand as he added a second finger and moved them faster.

“Woke up this way, was dreamin bout you,” I whispered as he continued to stretch me open. He kissed me once again as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I moaned and threw my head back when he curled his fingers towards himself. “mmmm keep going Daryl, ya feel so good.”

He began to kiss my neck but I grabbed his face and pulled it back to mine. “I need you, Daryl…” I whimpered.

“Good, cause I’m all yours.” He pulled his fingers from me but they were soon replaced with his tip teasing my entrance. He began thrusting slowly, working in a bit further each time until he was all the way in, “fuck you’re tight... Holy shit…”

He looked into my eyes as he stilled completely inside of me, checking to see if I’m okay. There was slight discomfort from the stretch but looking up to see the shaggy-haired redneck looking down at me made me forget all about it. I nodded as I pulled him down into a kiss, “Daryl please...move. I need ya ta-.”

That was all I needed to say for him to start thrusting in and out of me, slowly building up the pace until he was pounding into me. “Just like that… you feel so good,” I whined as I wrapped arms around him, pulling him closer to me and sucking a hickey on his collarbone. “Fuck,” he dropped his head as he continued to fuck me roughly. I could only moan in response.

He gripped and pulled on my hair, forcing my head to face him, “yer mine, understand?” he growled at me, “I want ya to be mine, just mine Kat.” He locked his eye with me and began moving slower but just as hard.

“I’m all yours Daryl, only yours.” I move a hand to his face and brush my thumb over his cheek, “Always have been.” He kisses me and moves one of his hands to my sensitive clit, “shit…” I inhaled sharply at the added sensation shooting me closer towards a second orgasm. “Fuck Dare don’t stop… m’close again.”

He ducked down to connect or lips as he picked up speed. “ahh… shit, me too” he grunted pulling back slightly. Taking note from earlier he bit back down on the same spot near my shoulder which tipped me over the edge again. I clenched around him and he thrust a few more times, sloppier but harder than the rest. He hooked his arms under my armpits and pulled me down to meet his last thrust, holding us together as tightly as he groaned loudly. He lays on top of me as we both pant out of breath.

“Kay Kay! Daywol!” We hear Judith yell along with steady thumps of Judith quickly scooting down the stairs on her butt.

“Shit,” Daryl grunts as he rolls off and out of me, yanking the blanket over both of us just as Judith ran into the room.

“Judith you can’t just-” I heard my dad call as another set of footsteps rushes down the stairs.

“I founded dem!” she smiles pointing at us looking out the door.

“Ju…” my dad trails off as he looks at Daryl and I sitting in the bed just as I pull the blanket up to cover my chest. The three of us all look at each other. Half of my dad’s mouth turns up and he starts to chuckle.

“Are you guys nakey?” Judith asks as she walks over to climb up the foot of the bed.

My dad rushes over and picks her up before walking back upstairs. “Hey!” she protests.

“Whaddare dey doing?” I hear my sister ask as they disappear from sight. Everything is silent before I burst out laughing, laying back on the bed and Daryl looks at me like I’m crazy. He ties and sets the condom on the wrapper before standing up, pulling his pants back on before throwing on a shirt.

I grab the trash and go to the bathroom, tossing it in the small garbage can. I throw my hair up and find some clothes to put on as Daryl sits on the edge of the bed chewing on the side of his finger. “It’s gonna be fine.” I say as I put on underwear and a pair of pants.

“Ain’t the one that got caught with his daughter.”

“No, but I got caught with his best friend, his brother,” I tease. As I pull a shirt over my bra. “And we both got caught by my three-year-old sister… C’mon it’s kind offunny,” I stand in front of him and run my fingers through his hair trying to fix it to its normal level of messy. I walk to the door and turn to see Daryl still sitting on the bed.

“Dixon. Let’s go, or I’ll bring them all down here. And you can explain what we were doing to Judith in front of everyone.” I threaten jokingly.

He sighs and crosses the room. I pat his bicep before heading up the stairs, hearing him follow me. When we reach the top of the stairs my dad is sitting on the couch with Judith looking at a book and Michonne stands behind them. She looks at us before bursting out laughing.

“I’m sor- I’m sorry.” She laughs, drawing Judith’s attention.

“What’s funny mama?”

“Nothing baby,” she says trying to compose herself.

My dad looks between Daryl and I before looking directly at me, “You break his heart and I swear ta god, stitches won’t fix you.” He says before smiling.

I hit Daryl with the back of my hand lightly, “see I told you it wouldn’t matter.” I say moving to sit on the other couch. “Wait, dad did you threaten me?” I ask as Judith comes over and climbs into my lap.

“Yeah, if you hurt my best friend, you’ll regret it.” He tells me again.

“Y’ain’t mad?” Daryl asked skeptically as he slowly makes his further into the room, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from me.

“Mad that it took you guys so long… figured it out at the farm, waited for it at the prison, was surprised you weren’t when we found ya before Terminus.” My dad shrugged, “but you should probably shut the door from now on.” he chuckled.

“How’re we supposed ta know you guys were comin today?” I defend.

“At least it’s a surprise you’ll always remember,” Michonne says sitting down.

“Sissy? What were you and uncle Daryl doin? Why were you nakey?” Judith looked up at me.

“Jus sleepin, got too warm.” Daryl tries to cover.

“Nuh Uh!” she shakes her head dramatically, “you guys were making sounds, sleeping is quiet...” Three of us laugh, even Daryl cracks a smile.

I look over at my father for help, “You’re on your own,” he smiled, clearly amused.

“Well Jude, we were uh… we were kissing,”

“Nakey?”

“Yes, we were naked…”

“Why?”

I look over at Michonne and my dad but they both look thoroughly entertained, obviously waiting to see how I dig myself out of this hole.

“Because sometimes grown-up kiss and… touch each other to feel good and show each other that they love them. But only grown-ups do it with other grown-ups Jude, if anybody ever tries to see you naked or touch you, run away and tell one of us, okay?” I look at my dad who nods in approval.

“Okay… do you do that with Daddy?” she looked at me and I almost choke, I think everybody else does as well.

“No.”

“But you’re grown-ups and you love each udder.” I don’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed at her ability to put two and two together.

“Right… well there’s two kinds of love. Sometimes people love each other, like family and good friends but they don’t want to kiss them, especially on the mouth. Then some people love each other a different way and they do want to do things like kiss them on the mouth.”

“Like mama and dada do.” I nod. “So are you gonna be a mama and dada?”

“No, especially not anytime soon,” I laugh as Daryl turns bright red and my dad watched the conversation with a grin.

“Do you kissy love uncle Daryl?”

“Jude, why don’t you come help me and dad put our stuff away. We can pick out your room,” Michonne suggests.

The three of them took bags upstairs leaving Daryl and I on the couch. I lay down on the couch, placing my legs across his lap, “well that… happened.”

“It did,” he mumbled. He put a hand on my legs, moving his thumb back and forth while the other was draped over the back of the couch.

“Hey, ya okay?”

“Mmm, jus didn’t think any of this would happen. Definitely not this way.”

“Tell me about it…” I sigh.

“I do ya know?” I say sitting up after a while, leaving my legs where they were, draped over his.

“Hm?” He hums as he lets me move some hair out of his face before cupping his jaw gently.

“I love you, Daryl Dixon.” I said looking into his eyes. He bit his lip nervously as he looked at me, “Don’t worry you don’t have to say it back, I figure it’s been years… I should finally tell ya,” I dropped my hand from his face.

“Nah is not that. Just never said it ta anyone, maybe my mom but don’t think I felt it fer anyone else ‘fore I met ya,” he said looking at me, moving his hand from the couch to my arm. “I love ya too Kat.” I smiled and leaned forward, kissing him as I smiled. He kissed me back gently. I pulled back and smiled at him.

“But do ya kissy love me?” I smirk at him and shove his shoulder.

He grabbed my face and pulled me into a short but deep kiss, smiling at me. “That answer yer question?”

“Yer a dork,” I nudge him and laugh.

“Daddy what’s a dork?” Judith asked as my dad carried her down the stairs.

“It’s just a name for a person who’s being silly,” my dad said setting her down.

The fridge randomly started buzzing and a few lights turned on, “looks like Eugene got the power back,” I said as Judith walked over.

“Sissy, can you take me on another venture today?” She said pulling my arms.

“Of course, right now?”

“Uh huh right now.”

“Alright let’s do it. I guess we’ll see y’all later.” I call back to Daryl and Rick as she pulled me out the door.

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We wandered around Alexandria for a while looking at everything and nothing when we hear a baby cry.

“It’s Gracie!” Judith squealed and took off running towards the noise.

“Who?” I ask as I jog after her. We turn the corner and I see Aaron holding a baby bundled up in a blanket.

“Uncle Aaron!” Judith yells as she hugs his legs.

“Aaron?! Oh my god, hi!” I say as I get closer.

“Kat! It’s good to see you! come on in, please. I haven’t unpacked but I need to get her a bottle…”

“That’d be great. Judith, let go of his leg so we can go inside.”

“Okay!” She ran up the steps and into the house.

“Can I hold Gracie?” Judith asked.

“Yeah sure, sit on the couch with your sister, she’ll help,” Aaron smiled at me as Judith waved for me to sit down. When we did, he passed us the fussy baby before digging around in the kitchen.

“Where’d you get a baby?” I ask, fairly confused because she wasn’t a newborn and nobody I knew besides Maggie was pregnant, even she wasn’t far enough along.

“In, uh…Rick found her at one of the outposts during…” Arron said quietly as he passed me the bottle so Judith could help feed her. After which he took a seat next to us.

“Gotcha,” I look down at the tiny human beneath me. “Do ya hate- I mean are ya mad at me for…ya know?” I tried to ask in a way that wouldn’t prompt Judith to ask questions about the saviors.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’ve gone back and forth on being upset. I understand why you went; I would’ve done the same for Eric. There’s a lot that I don’t understand but I know you’re smart, you have a good head on your shoulders. I trust your decision making, but not many others do, at least not yet.” I nod at his response, glad to hear that he wasn’t against me.

“So where is Eric?”

“He um, he didn’t…He,” he stumbled on his words, looking down at his lap.

“Hey,” I say softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder gently, “you don’t have to say it… I’m sorry…I’m really sorry Aaron.”

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, “thank you,” he whispered before wiping his eyes and looking down at his daughter.

“Uncle Aaron?” Judith asked looking over at him.

“Yeah?”

“Gracie is small.”

Arron and I chuckled, “you’re right. Ya know you were that small once Judith.”

“nuh uh…” Judith protested.

“it’s true J, you were even smaller than that when I first met you. Everybody was as small as Gracie once.”

“Even you?” she looked up at me.

“yep, me, Carl, daddy, Michonne, Aaron, everybody.”

“Dat’s silly…” Judith giggles. We finish feeding Gracie and leave Aaron’s when she falls asleep. I thank him and tell him to come around if he ever wants or needs help with the baby.

I walk around with Judith a little while longer and eventually run into our dad near the pantry, beginning to sort stuff that had been brought from the other communities.

“Dadda!”

“Hey girls,” he greeted us and picked up Judith who’d run towards him. I walk over to the table and look at the boxes. I could see that he just was starting to do basic inventory and begin pulling items out, organizing them the way we used to. “So, I was thinking we use the land near the church, where we expanded, to start farming? We’ve got some seeds from the others, a few from before. We’ll have everyone else start saving them from any produce they eat just in case.”

“Yeah, I think it’s a good plan, I can start turning the land over there, dig up the grass.” I was happy to start doing something productive that I wouldn’t have to rely on working with the people who had only been staring at me since we’d come back.

“How’s your back? Daryl mentioned it was pretty bad…”

“He’s over-reacting, they’re mostly healed.”

“Okay, there’s a bunch of tools out in one of the trucks and I doubt they’re digging much so there’s probably something you can use. I’d imagine it’s just sod so dig down and you can probably just rip it up. Don’t push it too had, if your back isn’t healed-”

“Dad relax… Judy do you wanna come?”

“I want mama.”

“I think she’s at home, go with Kay Kay, she’ll take you.” He said, kissing her head before putting her down.

I took my sister’s hand and walked around towards the truck down the street, grabbing a shovel before taking her home. I walked up the step and opened the door to see Michonne right there, hanging wood on the wall. I looked at it to see a handprint next to a much smaller one in blue paint, “Carl!” Judith smiled as she looked at it.

“We found it on the old porch,” Michonne said as she smiled sadly picking up Judith.

“She wanted to come hang out with you. I’ma get a start on pulling up the grass. Rick thinks it’s the best place ta farm.”

“Okay. I was thinking that’s a good spot too, if we managed to grow at the prison, I think we’ll do alight here. Rick’s weirdly good at it, did he grow up around a farm?”

“No, I don’t think I’d seen him do more than mow the lawn before all of this. It does kinda suit him though.” Michonne chuckled and went back into the house.

I walked across the street to the open lot and stuck the shovel into the grass to see what I was up against. After digging a chunk out about a foot deep, I used my hands to find that I could pull up the grass and most roots that were only a few inches deep. I looked at the amount of space there was and decided to use the shovel to cut the land into sections that would allow me to roll the sod back up. I began the process by cutting a line down the grass, digging my shovel down again and again to create a line.

“Hey,” Daryl held out a water bottle as he walked up to me.

I took it and drank some while I wiped my forehead with my shirt. “Thanks, what’ve you been up to?”

“Helpin out with tha church… what’re ya doin over here?” he eyed the shovel.

“Well one can only do so much with a shovel…” I smiled as I took another drink.

“Looks like yer mad at the ground, just kinda stabbin it.”

“Yeah, I worked out that I could rip up the grass so I’m just cuttin it inta sections. Makin it easier.”

“Mm,” he hummed as he drank the rest of the water. “Want some help?”

“Sure, if ya want. Think there’s another shovel in the truck, or ya can start pulling it up. Either way.”

He only nodded before heading off, returning a short while later with another shovel. With both of us working we were able to section off the area much faster.

I started lifting up the first section up before Daryl came over and pulled the edge out of my hands. “Daryl, the hell?”

“need ta protect yer hand, should get some gloves.” He looked down at me seriously.

“Daryl, I’m fine its practically healed,” I show him the side of my hand where the cut from Lucille was mostly healed, only scabbed in a few places. “See?”

“still, aint fully healed yet…”

“a little dirt on a scab aint gonna kill me. appreciate you worrying about me, but how many times have each of us gone runnin around with open wounds? I’ll clean it later." I told him before grabbing the dirt again, managing to pull up the grass and drag the roll off to the side.

We collected any worms we saw in order to put them in the compost bin. By the time the sun has set beyond Alexandria’s walls, rick and a few others had come around to help us finish up.

“Well, it’s ugly as shit but better than having to dig the whole thing up.” I said as we moved the last of the rolls off to a pile near the fence.

“mmhmm, c’mon,” Daryl slung his arm around my shoulder. I grabbed the hand he had around me and held it with my own as we walked the short distance home.

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as Negan The Walking Dead: Season 6, Episode 16 - Last Day on Earth

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Negan Being Gentle with You Would Include:

Him always calling you by nicknames like Princess, Sweetheart, Baby, etc…

Him always being sure to keep a calm voice around you as to not scare you away

When you’re out in public with him, he has to have you either holding his hand or an arm around you

Whenever you’re apart he’s texting you and making sure you’ve eaten or drank water

The numerous times where he gets worried and has to facetime you while he’s at work

In the bedroom he always takes his time with you by slowly stripping off your clothes and kissing you passionately

The way his lips go down on your body and wanting to make you cry out for him

The aftercare is always a must when he has you cuddle for a bit before running a bath and giving you water

This man loves you with all his heart and will always tell you how he feels

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Redemption Masterlist

Negan x Reader || NSFW || In Progress

Read Rebellion: The Prequel here

You never expected to see Negan again, but the apocalypse has a funny way of upending one’s plans. Your past has finally come calling and it’s bringing trouble with it.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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MAKE ME CHOOSE Jeffrey Dean Morgan Edition

Supernatural or The Walking Dead? (insp)

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Redemption — Part One

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Summary: You never expected to see Negan again, but the apocalypse has a funny way of upending one’s plans. Your past has finally come calling and it’s bringing trouble with it.

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Violence. Negan’s mouth.

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Wrecked part 21

Masterlist here<<<<

Part 20 here<<<<

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3 months later

The cool fall wind blew around me as I stood outside, the sun had just rose and all was quiet. I cherished these quiet moments I had to myself but I also hated them. My hand slid over my swollen belly as the child inside kicked vigorously. I had a little under two months left in my pregnancy and I couldnt help but feel saddened that I had such a short time left before I would be raising a child on my own.

After negan left me in his bedroom that day so many months ago he had stayed away from me. I was alone, truly alone, and I hated it. I said I was done and that my feelings were gone but that was not true. If anything I wanted, needed and loved him more with each day than I ever had before. I rarely saw him and when I did he would turn away from me and head in another direction. I saw more of Dwight and Simon than I did negan. After I had fully healed Sarah went back to her normal duties stopping by every once in a while to make sure me and the baby were okay but I didn't see her as much as I used to. I missed the way things were before and I wished I could go back in time and do things over again, but I couldn't.

My leg had healed well enough, some mornings it was very stiff and it took me a while to move properly and I had a slight limp but other than that everything was fine. I wrapped my arms around myself as the wind whipped around me chilling me to the bones. I welcomed it though, I was grateful to feel something at least. The sound of the door behind me creaking open made me hopeful. Hopeful that it was negan coming to at least say something to me. To yell at me for being outside or something but he had been silent for months now. My hopeful thoughts were yet again squashed when Simon's voice sounded from behind me. "You should be inside." I kept my eyes straight ahead not saying a word, he stepped beside me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Come inside and have your breakfast."

"I'm not hungry." I whispered, shrugging his hand off my shoulder.

He sighed heavily beside me, "negan isn't going to be happy if I leave you out here."

A humorless chuckle left my lips, "negan wouldn't care if I disappeared all together."

"Yes he would."

I turned my gaze to Simon who was staring out at the sunrise just as I had been. "Simon." He turned to me. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He shrugged.

"Where does he stay at night?"

Simon shrugged again, "it's none of my business. You'd have to ask him that yourself."

"I would if he would just talk to me, but he's been avoiding me like the plague." Tears began to form in my eyes and I quickly looked back at the horizon. "I'd like to be alone for a while simon." He opened his mouth to protest but I spoke first. "Please, Simon." He nodded and walked back inside, when the door was shut I sunk to the ground and let the dam burst. I cried so hard I could hardly catch my breath, the child inside me began kicking and moving around. I patted my belly and slowly got my breathing under control, "it's alright little one. I'm sorry for making you upset." The baby stilled almost instantly which made me smile. "Mommy will try not to upset you again."

The door behind me creaked open again, I turned to tell Simon I wanted to be alone but my eyes went wide. Negan stood there his eyes just as wide as mine, he took in the sight before him. Me on my knees on the ground clutching my belly and tears running down my face. He hurried to my side and kneeled down beside me, "whats wrong? Are you okay?" I stared blankly at him, I couldn't believe he was here, I felt his hands cover mine on my swollen stomach and my eyes followed their movements. They moved from my belly to my face, his touch was gentle as he brought my eyes to look into his. "Y/n! Answer me goddamn it!"

"Negan." My voice was barely heard, "you're here?" My hand moved on its own, when I touched his face feeling the stubble on his chin and cheeks I knew he was here with me.

"I'm here, I'm here." He cooed as he took me into his arms and rocked me back and forth slowly as I cried yet again into his chest. My hands gripped his leather jacket fisting the material as tight as I could making sure he wouldn't leave me. Before I knew it I was in his arms being carried inside, the warmth of the sanctuary against my cold skin made me shiver and pull myself closer to negan. "I got you baby." He whispered against my hair as he continued up the stairs. The next moment I was placed on a soft bed, I glanced around and noticed I was in his room.

I sat on the side of the bed still clinging to him like my life depended on it. He pried my fingers from his jacket as he kneeled down before me. I moved to grab ahold of him again but he stopped me. "Shh, it's okay darlin. I'm here. Okay?" I nodded slowly, "whats wrong? Is it the baby? Are you hurt? Tell me."

I shook my head, "n-n-nothing."

"It's not fucking nothing. Look at you." He grabbed the comforter off the bed and wrapped it around me, I didnt know I was shivering until I heard my teeth chattered together. He took my hands in his, "shit, your hands are like ice." He began to blow his warm breath on them to warm them up. We stayed there for hours it seemed like, him tending to me with such compassion and me sitting like a dumbstruck idiot just watching him.

My body started to relax and become warm under the blanket, my teeth had stopped chattering as well. When I finally was all cried out and the tears finally stopped he looked up at me, "that's better." He smiled sweetly at me, he let go of my hands to pull one of the chairs in the room closer to the bed. He sat down and now we were at eye level to one another. "Now tell me. What's wrong?"

I looked into his eyes so full of concern and everything I thought he had stopped feeling for me all these months. My body suddenly felt like it was on fire, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I fisted my hand in his hair and crashed my lips against his with bruising force. A surprised breath sounded from him but it turned into a moan. I straddled his hips and got as close as my belly would allow. His hands gripped my hips as my desperation was quite clear to have him close to me. "You left me." I whispered harshly against his lips.

"I'm sorry." He whispered back, his lips trailed across my jawline and down my neck. Leaving wet sloppy kisses wherever his mouth went. I moaned loudly, feeling everything I have been missing for so long. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it behind him, his mouth moved across the tops of my breasts that were bulging out of the top of my bra. He growled as he nipped and licked across them then he made quick work at undoing the clasp on it and tossed it somewhere in the room.

I pushed his jacket from his shoulders as our lips found each other again. He lifted me then placed me gently on the bed. Breaking the kiss he stood and pulled my pants and boots off. His hands slowly traveled up my body, "my God, look at you." He whispered as his hands stopped on my swollen belly, "you're so fuckin beautiful."

"Negan, please. I need you." I whimpered pulling his hands trying to bring him closer. He pulled his shirt over his head. He leaned over me and placed my hands on his chest. His hands stayed on top of mine as I let them wander down his chest to his stomach then back up again.

"I'm here baby." He whispered against my lips,

He helped me to scoot up the bed until I was laying in the center of it. He kicked his boots off then pulled his jeans off. I sighed at the sight of him gloriously naked crawling up to lay beside me on the bed. I turned to face him and claim his lips once again. "Take me. Now, negan. Please."

He placed a finger over my lips, "Shh, I want to savor you."

I was needy and and I didn't want to do this slow. "No, I need you now or I'm gonna combust." He laughed as his fingers traced the lines over my arms across my collar bone. I bit my lip and whimpered again, "please negan, I'm burning up."

"I know baby. Me too." His hand traced between my breasts and around them, circling my nipple then pinching it slightly making me moan as my nails dug into his shoulder. He smiled then moved his hand lower over the side of my swollen belly to my hip. He rolled me on my back, his mouth following the path his fingers had just been. He placed several kisses against my baby bump but when he got to my hip he stopped. Looking up into my eyes for a brief moment then back to the scar his fingers were now tracing. He placed feather light kisses against it whispering under his breath, "I'm so sorry."

I couldnt take any more teasing, I pulled him back up my body until he was hovering over me. My hands went to his hips as mine lifted trying to join us like I desperately needed. "Hey, easy doll." He pushed me back against the mattress and I grunted in frustration. "Easy baby. I don't want to hurt either of you." He rolled to the side pulling me on top of him, "now, take whatever the fuck you want from me. If it starts to hurt stop, okay?"

He was being so loving and caring, not wanting to hurt me or the baby. I used to think I had seen the softer more gentler side of negan but I was wrong. This, who I was seeing now was the true negan noone ever saw. The mask had been torn away and the ruthless leader was gone, a man who had emotions and a conscious lay under me now.

I sunk slowly down onto him, I gasped out as he bottomed out inside me, my nails digging into his chest. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, his head thrown back into the pillow as his breathing came out in small pants. When I didn't move his eyes opened with concern, "you alright?"

I nodded and began to move, slowly grinding against him. I could feel my orgasm already building, his hands stayed on my thighs like he was afraid he was going to break me. I took his hands in mine and brought them to my breasts, "touch me."

"You sure?"

"Damn it negan, I'm not made of glass." He smiled and squeezed my breasts. When he rolled my nipples between his fingers that was all it took and I was coming hard. His hands gripped my hips as my body shook, he kept me grinding down on him as my orgasm was welcomed by another and then another.

He growled between clenched teeth, "Holy fuckin shit!" His moans were loud and mixed with my screams of pleasure, I'm sure everyone heard us but I didn't care. I felt him beginning to throb inside me so I used the rest of my strength to ride him through his orgasm. I collapsed on top of him, both of us a sweaty panting mess. "Here." He said before rolling us to the side, "don't wanna squash my son." He rubbed a hand over the side of my belly smiling like a fool.

"You mean daughter." I place my hand on top of his.

"Living with two women. Shit!" We both laughed at his words. His hand jerked as the baby started kicking at it.

"You hurt her feelings." I whispered placing a kiss on his lips.

He scooted down the bed, he placed a kiss right where the baby was kicking. "Daddy is sorry." I winced as the baby got under my ribs. "Lets not take it out on mommy okay kiddo. Be good and I'll promise to get mommy some chocolate because I know you love it."

I sighed a sigh of relief when the baby seemed to listen to negan and moved from under my ribs. Negan moved back up the d after placing one last kiss against my belly and took me into his arms. "Thank you." I whispered against his chest. "When she gets under my ribs it's excruciating."

"He's going to be tougher than me."

I rolled my eyes because he was so set on the baby being a boy. As I lay there in his arms one question came to mind and I had to know the answer. "Negan?"

"Hm?"

"Where have you been staying at night, for these past few months?" I felt him tense up at the question.

"Can we not go there right now?" I looked up to see him pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed.

"I'm not going to get mad." I reach up and run my hand across his and tried to pull it away from his face but he shrugged me off and sat up.

"That's bullshit. You always get mad over the smallest things."

"Negan, please." I tried to stop him from getting up but again he shrugged me off, he pulled his jeans back on then sat on the bed to start pulling on his boots. I made my way slowly down the bed until I was crouched behind him. Wrapping my arms around him I placed small kisses against his neck and shoulders. "I'm sorry. Don't go." He stopped lacing up his first boot, "please. Stay with me."

"Fuck." He sighed, he dropped his head in his hands. "On one condition." I raised an eyebrow at him when he looked at me. "No more questions."

I nodded and smiled when he kicked his boots off across the room and pulled his pants down swiftly. "No more questions." I said as he crawled under the covers beside me pulling me tightly against him, "just us."

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‘Thanks for nothing, I guess.’ (Negan x Reader)

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His lips were like velvet, soft and smooth, the pressure of them moving against yours measured, not too forceful, just enough to let you know that he was in charge, driving things forward at his own pace. His stubble chafed deliciously against the sensitive skin of your cheeks and chin, contrasting sensations heightening your ecstasy as large hands moved skilfully over your body, pressing and kneading and coaxing tiny whimpers from your throat when he finally broke away to draw breath. It seemed strange to you that, just days ago, you hadn’t even known this man that was now playing you like an instrument, one he had tuned to perfection. He had strolled into your life in a whirlwind of swagger and cocky claims and turned it upside down and, where first your instinct had been to watch and wait until he made a mistake and gave you an opening to steal away anything on his person that could be of use, you’d realised that actually he had far more to offer than material gain.

You’d been holed up in the ramshackle cabin, deep in the Virginia countryside, for around a year, and during that time you’d rarely seen another living person. Things with your last group had ended badly, and you’d been forced to slip away in the night, taking as many of their supplies as you could reasonably carry, and you were in no hurry to repeat the experience, and so you built a new life on your own. Still, it had grown lonely quickly, and when the door of your home had been flung back against the wall, allowing a tall, lean figure to stumble inside, before slamming it closed behind him, you’d been more curious than you had afraid. His broad chest had been heaving with ragged breaths, a blood-spattered, barbed wire-wrapped baseball bat swinging from his fingers, and you’d simply arched a brow at him from where you sat at one end of the sagging couch, waiting for him to introduce himself and apologise for the rude interruption.

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‘There’s more to the story than you’re telling me.’ (Negan x Reader)

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‘So, you escaped?’

‘I did.’

‘And now you’re… What? Just wandering the wilderness and trying to figure out what to do with your life?’

‘Fuck me, doll.’ The man sitting across from you on the bonnet of a broken down car guffawed with laughter, shaking his head at the forthright nature of your question. You’d come across him fighting off a small group of walkers single-handed, dispatched the last two with your crowbar to help him out, and something about his dimpled smile and the deep chocolate shine of his eyes had given you pause, tempting you to sit a while amongst the neglected vehicles that criss-crossed the road, and make conversation with the lone stranger. ‘Yeah, I guess, something like that. Honestly, I haven’t given it much thought. I-I was just so fuckin’ glad to get outta there, that I just… I just left.’

‘And you were locked up in a cell, why, exactly?’ You still weren’t clear on that part of his tale of woe, and you frowned as you tried to make sense of it. ‘Because the leader’s son died?’

‘No, no, that was nothing to do with me,’ he insisted, and he seemed sincere when he went on, ‘Carl was a good kid. I liked him.’

‘So, why then?’ He dropped his head, gaze fixed on his long fingers as he drummed them against his bent knee, his foot resting on the car’s bumper, and you could sense his discomfort, see it in the way he shifted against the rusting surface. ‘There’s more to the story than you’re telling me.’

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Negan you are outnumbered by the protect Rick from Negan squad; Carol, Michonne, Maggie, Carl, Daryl…and Beta. Just because he Big.

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Wrecked part 20

Part 19 here

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Part 20

When I woke up the next morning a sense of dread washed over me. I did not want to go back into the sanctuary and I definitely did not want to stay where his other wives had stayed before. Sarah was packing a bag with different kinds of medicine and other things because she was going to be staying with me, negan insisted. Sarah glanced at m3 from over her shoulder, "how are you feeling today?"

I sighed as I sat up, the pain in my hip made me wince but it was nothing compared to before. "Like shit." Sarah frowned as she made her way to me, she placed her hand on my forehead while checking my pulse. I chuckled, "don't worry I'm perfectly fine health wise. I just dread going back into the sanctuary especially where the other wives lived."

Sarah let out a breath of relief I'm guessing as she visibly relaxed, "you scared me there for a second. It won't be so bad so don't worry."

A frustrated sigh left my lips, "it's easy for you to say." She looked at me and rolled her eyes, "I'm being serious, how would you feel if your husband had multiple wives and he put you where they used to live. Not only that but treated you like the shit he scraped off the bottom of his boots."

"Is that what you think?" Negans deep voice sounded as he made his way inside. He looked at Sarah and jerked his head to the side, she made a quick exit leaving us alone. His eyes turned to me glaring, obviously mad which he always seemed to be these days. "You think I treat you like shit huh?"

I rolled my eyes and I could feel my cheeks starting to get hot, I didnt know he was outside listening. "Well here lately you sure haven't been treating me like your wife."

"And who's fuckin fault is that?" His eyebrow quirked up as he crossed his arms across his chest.

I sighed, mentally done with this conversation. "I know, okay, I fucked up. How long are you going to keep bringing it up? I told you I was sorry, a dozen times, what else do you want from me?"

I was expecting a smart remark or yelling or something, I wasn't expecting him to sigh and hang his head. "I know you're sorry, but that's not enough." When his eyes met mine I could see the pain there which made me less mad at him. "Dont look at me like that Goddammit."

"Like what?" I whispered, I could feel my walls starting to break again.

"Like that! Like you actually feel fuckin remorseful for what you put me through. Like you're finally feeling my pain, it's not going to work so stop." He pushed away from the counter he was leaning against and made his way to the side of the bed. "Let me help you put your shoes on and I'll take you to where you and Sarah will be staying."

"Youre kidding right?" He looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about. "Youre really going to make me stay where your wives used to?"

"What the fuck is wrong with that? That's a very spacious room, plus you'll have people waiting on you hand and fuckin foot. Is that not good enough for you?"

"It's not about the damn room negan! It's about you treating me the way you used to!" My anger had boiled over, i couldnt hold back anymore he just didn't seem to get it. "You know what, forget it. Just give me a regular room, you can have that big spacious room and fill it with as many wives as you want because I am done. Officially done this time. I guess that's one good thing about the apocalypse, you don't have to actually get a divorce, well you actually have to really have a real ceremony to actually be married." I was rambling, straying far from what I was trying to say. "What I'm trying to say is that we are done. Whatever we had is gone and I guess I have to take some blame for that but you play a part in it too."

"I don't want anymore fuckin wives." Negan started but I held up my hand halting him.

"I don't care what you want anymore negan. It's obviously not me anymore, so you do what you want from now on. Just stay away from me, please." He bent down and helped me slip on my shoes, before he stood I quickly wiped a stray tear from my face. I grabbed my crutches from beside the bed, he made a move to help me but I pulled away. "I don't want your help."

He held up his hands in defense and sighed. Sarah walked in, "are we leaving now sir?" He nodded, Sarah grabbed the bags she had prepared and moved to my side and I allowed her to help me.

Negans face twisted in anger at the sight, "so you'll let her help you but not your goddamn husband?"

"I already told you, youre not my husband anymore." I grit my teeth holding back a wince as the pain shot down my leg. Negan growled but didn't say anything more, he held the door open for us as Sarah helped me through.

Sarah looked at the stairs and halted in her tracks. Negan turned and gave her a quizzical look. "Whats the problem now?" His voice booming throughout the sanctuary.

"Sir, it's going to be very difficult for y/n to climb up and down the stairs. Actually it'll probably be impossible for her to make it back down them if we were able to get her up them in the first place."

Instead of getting mad like I thought he would he smiled, walked over towards me and gently picked me up bridal style. I tried to resist but there wasn't much I could do. "You plan on doing this every time I need to come downstairs? I thought you were so busy."

He chuckled and leaned down next to my ear, "nope, at least I know you can't escape right now." So that was his plan, that's the reason he wanted me upstairs. He knew I couldn't walk back down the stairs, at least not right now.

When we made it to the room that I absolutely hated he motioned for Sarah to open the door and she did immediately. "Home sweet home." He said placing me down on one of the couches.

"Maybe to you or your other whores."

"Excuse me sir." Sarah sounded from behind me, he must have addressed her but I wasn't looking at him. "I need to get a few more things from downstairs."

I saw the shadow of his hand waving, dismissing her and she quickly left closing the door behind her. Negan sat beside me on the couch as I took the room in. I hated it, everything in here was just as the other ones left it. I swear I could almost still smell the lingering of their scent here, it made me want to puke.

"So baby..." He started but I cut him off.

"Dont call me that! I have a name and I want you to use it from now on." My eyes snap to his and he has the nerve to smile. "I'm glad you think this is funny."

"It's fuckin hilarious." He started to laugh which made me even more furious.

"You don't get it do you?" His head cocked to the side. "I'm serious when I say it's over. Whatever I felt for you is gone. I keep apologizing for what happened but you know what? I don't apologize, because I didn't do this to myself. I was protecting my then husband because I loved him. That group out there the ones that took me, they're responsible for this not me."

He seemed to think about my words but negan was stubborn and I knew he would still blame me for everything. "Come on now doll, you still love me and you fuckin know it." He slid closer to me on the couch but I scooted away.

"No negan. I'm done with these little games of yours." His hand reached out to touch me put I pulled away, "don't touch me."

He growled and sat back in the couch. "For fucks sake." His words were partly muffled by him running his hand over his face in frustration. "So we are just going to sit here in awkward silence. Is that what you fuckin want?"

"You don't have to sit here period. I don't need a babysitter. I would rather be by myself anyways. So don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya." I got up and wobbled on my crutches a bit but found my footing. Negan was there right behind me willing to catch me if I fell. "I'm good." I stated before hobbling to one of the bedrooms, negan trailing right behind me.

He opened the bedroom door for me, inside was a single dresser and a full size bed. I felt negans hot breath on my neck and the heat from his body as he leaned I close. "Wanna test it out?"

The thought of screwing negan on the bed one of his wives had slept in made me cringe. Even the thought of sleeping in it made my skin crawl because I'm sure he fucked which ever one of wives that used this room in it. I pushed past him walking back into the living room and plopping down on the couch. "I'm not going anywhere near any of those beds, and I'm definitely not getting into any bed with you so you can just stop trying."

"Whats wrong with the beds?" He asked and actually looked like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Seriously negan? Are you really that obtuse?" I asked, he raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "How many of your whores did you fuck in that bed?"

He scoffed, turning his back to me he walked around the room. "Is that what is your fuckin problem is?" I raised my eyebrow at him as I crossed my arms across my chest. He laughed as he sat down on the coffee table in front of me. "Are you jealous doll?"

Now it was my turn to laugh, "seriously? You think that's what it is? I'm not fucking jealous of your whores. I don't want to sleep or be anywhere near any place that you...."

He laughed back at me and leaned in close. "Then I'm guessing you don't want to know what I have done on that couch your fine ass is sitting on."

I gasped, "here?" I pointed down toward the cushions.

He nodded, "sometimes two at a fuckin time."

My hand collided with the side of his face, his head snapped to the side and when his eyes met mine I could see surprise in them before he shook it off.

"How dare you! You know how I felt about all of this, way before when we first got together you knew how I felt about you having other wives. Then you expect me to live in the same place they did! What? Is this a punishment because you are still mad at me for saving your sorry ass!? I want out of here and I want out of here now!"

"You wanna spend the duration of your pregnancy in one of the cells down stairs?" He challenged.

"Yes! I would rather be down there than in here! I don't care I'll sleep on the ground outside before I stay another minute in here." I stood and hobbled towards the door but he stepped in front of me. "Get out of my way."

"Or what?" He growled.

"You really want to find out big man? Just because I'm still recovering doesn't mean I can't kick your ass." He smiled, taking a step forward I shook my head. I shoved him as hard as I could but he didn't move. His hands cupped my face, I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me. "Dont touch me." He smirked and I beat my hands against his chest. He crashed his lips to mine and for a moment I got lost in his kiss but then I got my wits about me and pushed against his chest until he broke the kiss. "No. I'm not doing this anymore. I'm done, I'm gone. Leave me alone."

He stepped back but didn't let go of my face. "You know you don't mean that. You fuckin love me and you know it."

I pulled his hands from my face, "used to. Not anymore. Maybe one of your whores will take you back but not me." I pushed past him and slammed the door open making my way to the stairs.

"Where the fuck you think you're going?" Negan growled as he spun me around to face him.

"Anywhere but in there." I gestured towards the room we were just in.

"Yes you goddamn are, you're not going anywhere else beside back in that fuckin room." He tried to pull me back but I dug my 9heels in, not budging. "Damn it, would you just listen for once in your fuckin life!"

I pulled out of his grasp and almost tumbled backwards but caught myself on the railing of the stairs. I turned and took the first step down, the pain in my hip screamed at me to stop but my anger fueled me to push ahead.

"Y/n! Stop!" Negans voice boomed from behind me, I flipped him the finger and took the next step down. He was there beside me in a instant sweeping me up in his arms.

"I'm not going back in there." I stated matter of factly.

"I get the point, okay. Damn woman, you'll be the death of me yet." He whispered under his breath, he took me back up the stairs, we passed the dreadful wives room and continued down the hall until we got to his bedroom door. He opened the door and took me to the bed and placed me gently down on it.

A sense of comfort came over me at the familiar sights and smells of the room that we used to share. Nothing had changed since the last rime I was in here and that gave me comfort as well. "I thought you didnt want me in here?"

"You didn't give me much of a fuckin choice now did you?" He huffed as he sat down in the chair across from the bed.

"Why do you hate me so much that you don't want me in here?" I felt tears spring to my eyes.

He let out a long sigh and rubbed his hand over his face. "I don't fuckin hate you. I didn't want to bring you in here because when we are alone together, I forget why I'm mad at you to begin with."

"Well, why do you want to stay mad at me?"

"Because if I'm not angry at you then..."

I waited but he didn't continue, "then?"

He shook his head, "Nothing. I need to go let Sarah know where you'll be staying. Do me a favor and stay put." I nodded then he left the room. Leaving me there to ponder on what he was going to say. Why wouldn't he let down his guard around me? Being back here in this room made me less angry as well, knowing this is our place just for us made me happy. That's something I haven't felt in a while.

A few minutes later Sarah walked into the room, I expected negan to be behind her but he wasn't. Sarah seemed to know what I was thinking, "he's with the saviors. They're going on a run or something."

I nodded but my heart sank I really thought we were gonna make some headway but he didn't want to be around me right now. Maybe when he came home tonight we would finally be able to get down to the point on what was going on inside that head of his.

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