#// they would’ve done the same to him if negan and his people came in and killed most/some of their people

[tashawrite]

Maggie is starting to annoy me

[somethingthing]

Di[ck]xon

Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: angst and fighting, fluff towards the end

Word count: 931

A/n: I’m gonna admit I found his last name very funny when I first heard it cause I have the same humor as a 12 year old, enjoy! <3

“You’re not helping Daryl! I get that you’re pissed at Rick, I get that you want Negan dead and the Saviors to fall in line, but you’re not helping!” You were angry, so was Daryl and for the first time that anger resulted in a fight since you two got together.

“So what? Want me to let ‘em threaten me? Let ‘em act as if they’ll kill us as soon as they get the chance? I ain’t gonna let that slide!” The Saviors were difficult, some truly wanted and had changed, others were just like before, constantly looking for a war path.

“That’s not what I’m saying” he wasn’t getting it, or he was but just didn’t want to stop arguing now that you were already at it “ But you pointing your bow at them or throwing punches their way won’t make them any less hostile towards you, or any of us!”

“Is that all you think I’ve done? Ain’t got nothin’ to do with Justin huh?” His voice dropped, he was asking if you thought he killed him, of course he was. He stepped towards you, closing the gap between you.

You crooked your neck to look at him, narrowing your eyes “I don’t know Daryl, he was a bother to you, the wound wasn’t from a bullet, could’ve been from an arrow” you didn’t actually think he killed him, but if he wasn’t backing down you weren’t either.

He let out an almost amused huff “I would’ve done it in daylight, I ain’t got shit to hide if I were to kill him” he paused and dropped his head to really look at you “Only reason I haven’t done it is because he ain’t the one I want dead, Negan is” Of course.

You opened your mouth to speak but he continued “Why are you with Rick? Keepin’ him alive, for what? I know the shit he’s done to you, so why ain’t he dead?” That was a low blow, you tried to forget your time with Negan, some things still kept you from sleeping.

This made you take step back “That’s not fair, you can’t ask that, Rick is keeping him alive for everyone’s sakes, to make this work” you pointed at him, more angry now than before “What you want is selfish, and trust me I do want him dead, but what will that do? Huh?!”

“Selfish? Killin’ him is what’s right, for everything he’s done!” He was on his way to say more but you cut him off.

“And then what? We’ll sleep better? All the people he killed will come back? We’ll get the time back that he took?!” You paused taking a deep breath trying to stop the tears that were pooling in your eyes from spilling “My nightmares will disappear? That suffocating feeling I get every time I hear someone talk about him will go away?” You shook your head furiously wiping you cheeks “It won’t Daryl, it won’t help” it came out as a whisper.

“Ya don’t know that” he said, sounding calmer now but still on edge “It could help, but you ain’t gonna know till it’s done” he didn’t try to get closer, just looked at you.

“And you still don’t see that as selfish? It might help me, us, but if it doesn’t we’re back to were we started” the anger had calmed down, but you weren’t in the clear “On top of that everything we’ve worked for will go to shit, you know that”

He didn’t say anything for a minute, just thinking it over. Finally he stepped closer once again “I still want him dead, but I ain’t the one who killed Justin”

You wiped your cheeks one last time “I know that, I do” you were both calmer now “But what I said is still true, you continuing to be hostile towards them won’t help, and Negan will get what he wants, which is for us to fail” you reached your arms out for a hug, he stepped in to them. Just as fast as the fight has started, it was over and you were thanking whoever for it.

You stayed like that for awhile, until he stepped back and dropped his head a bit to look at you “They hit first, I hit back, they threaten me, I ain’t gonna stand quietly, they kill you or anyone else first, I can’t do shit to get you back” so that was it, he was scared you’d be a target.

You let you lips form a small smile “I’m very capable of taking care of myself, why thank you” his face twisted into a sour look.

“You’re ruinin’ it” he grunted, you just giggled.

“You’re cute when you’re worried, you know that Dixon?” You pulled him into a soft kiss “Very cute” you finished with a grin.

He let his forehead rest against yours “Sorry bout what I said, dick move” it made you laugh, knocking your head hard against his by accident “Hey!” He bursted out running his hand against his forehead.

“Yeah, dick move indeed Dixon” you got out between your giggles.

“I ain’t even gonna try anymore, ya ruinin’ it again!” He whined but you could see a grin creeping on to his face “Good one” was the last thing he got out before you were both laughing uncontrollably.

Tears were running down your cheeks once again but now from laughter. After awhile neither of you knew what was so funny from the beginning, but after the argument you just had, it didn’t matter.

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Thank you for reading! <3 Not sure if I like it or not, but here it is! I have like 7 unfinished Daryl fics atm and an unpublished Negan one, I’m also tempted to write a Merle one??? Like what

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, descriptions of blood

Chapter 11-

Maggie somehow managed to get Gregory to agree to the deal, accept there was a catch. He would only give you half of your deal and the other half you would get once the Saviours were dead, but it was better than nothing.

Jesus and the man with the broken arm decided to come with you back to Alexandria. Jesus because he wanted to help and the man with the broken arm, you needed him. He knew the details and location of Negan's compound and you needed that information.

When you got back to Alexandria, Rick held a meeting in the church with the whole group to explain the situation.

"Now, sooner or later, they would've found us, just like those Wolves did, just like Jesus did. They woulda killed someone or some of us and then they would try to own us and we would try to stop them. But by then, in that kind of fight, low on food, we could lose. This is the only way to be sure, as sure as we can get that we win, and we have to win." Rick explained, his eyes scanning the room as he spoke.

You smiled softly, proud of how much of a leader he had become since those days back in King County were he still a rookie fresh from the police academy and trying to help you and your brothers fight a nest a vampires.

"We do this for the Hilltop, it's how we keep this place. It's how we feed this place. This needs to be a group decision. If anybody objects, here's your chance to say your piece." Rick added, glancing down at you and Daryl from where you were sitting in the front row of the church.

You glanced around the room, just waiting for someone to try and say that it was a bad idea because. It was dirty, killing these people in their sleep and it didn't sit well with you. But, they are controlling Hilltop, they killed a kid from Hilltop just to make a point and hell, Daryl, Sasha and Abraham had apparently ran into some of them on the road and nearly died. It was only a matter of time before these people found Alexandria, you had to strike first.

"You're sure we can do it? We can beat them?" Morgan asked and you glanced over your shoulder towards the man who was sitting at the back of the room and you could tell by the look on his face that he did not like this plan.

"What this group has done, what we've learned, what we've become, all of us, yes, I'm sure." Rick reassured.

"Then all we have to do is just tell them that." Morgan suggested, but Rick shook his head.

"Well, they don't compromise." 

"This isn't a compromise. It's a choice you give them. It's a way out, for them and for us." Morgan tried to argue.

"If we try and talk to the Saviours, we give up our advantage and our safety. We have to come for them before they come for us." Rick explained and you nodded turning your seat slightly to stare at Morgan.

"We can't leave them alive." You said, speaking up for the first time during the whole conversation.

"Y/N, is right, but Morgan want's to talk to them first. I think that would be a mistake, but it's not up to me. I'll talk to the people still at home and on guard now, but who else wants to approach the Saviours, talk to them first?" Rick asked, looking around the room, but nobody said anything.

"Looks like it's settled. We know exactly what this is. We don't shy from it, we live. We kill them all. We don't all have to kill, but if people are gonna stay here they do have to accept it." Rick stated, his eyes focusing on Morgan as he spoke before everyone nodded in agreement.

Well, at least most of the people of Alexandria knew that this was the only way, it was the only way to ensure the communities safety.

Jesus and the guy with the broken arm helped you guys construct a plan of attack and drew out maps of the Saviours compound, telling you everything they knew about the place.

The only problem was that there was only one way into the compound and it was heavily guarded. There was no way you'd be able to bust through the door without waking up the rest of them, but Rick had a solution.

The Saviours wanted Gregory's head, so you were going to give it to him, but first you had to find a walker that looked like him which was apparently old and with a grey a beard, so surely it couldn't be that hard.

The group of you took the RV and two other vehicles, stopping halfway to the compound and splitting off into groups as you trekked through the woods in search of a walkers head that fit the description. It took nearly an hour, but someone eventually found a couple that could work and Rick ended up picking one that he thought was best.

You ended up staying where the vehicles were parked and planned to hit the Saviours compound a few hours before dawn so the people on guard duty would be tired while the rest of the Saviours would be asleep.

The plan worked for the first part. Daryl snuck up on the guard out the front while he was taking 'Gregory's head' from the guy with the broken arm and slit the mans throat before the group of you infiltrated the compound.

Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Rosita, Abraham, Sasha, Heath, Michonne, Aaron and you, all went inside first. While Tara, Gabriel and Jesus stayed in one of the cars for backup, not wanting Jesus to get exposed if he didn't need to be. Along with Maggie and Carol who were out in the woods keeping watch, Glenn refusing to let Maggie do what you guys were doing and Carol didn't want her to be alone.

Rick, you and Daryl took off down one hallway, Rick kept guard with a rifle in his hands while you and Daryl silently walked into the rooms with your knives. You didn't want to kill people, nobody did, but you had to do it. You and your brothers had spent most your life trying to save people, it felt wrong having to kill all these people, but you knew it had to be done.

You stabbed two of the Saviours while they were asleep with your angel blade while Daryl did the same on the other side of the room. Rick kept watch from the door, but as you stabbed the last man in the room you were taken away by how young he was. He looked the same age as Jack, well he not Jack's actual age, but what Jack looked like at least, but you quickly shook your head.

You took a deep breath and plunged your blade through his skull trying to think of anything else other than what you were doing. For a moment you thought you were going to be sick at the crunching sound your angel blade made as it pierced the mans skull, but Daryl must have sensed it as you pulled your blade out one of the guys head and Daryl grabbed your shoulder gently.

"I'm good. I'm good." You repeated softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Daryl didn't believe you in the slightest, but he nodded anyway before you walked back out into the hallway where Rick was just as alarm siren began to go off.

"Shit, let's go." Rick shouted.

You all rushed down the hallway, tucking your angel blade away as you grabbed the assault rifle slung over your shoulder, no point needing to be silent anymore.

Rick began to shoot at a group running down the stairs at the end of the hallway and you and Daryl quickly helped, drawing your own guns. Within seconds the Saviours trying to come down the stairs were dead before the three of you took off running further down the hallway.

"Get down." Daryl suddenly yelled as a group of Saviours appeared around the corner and began to fire their guns in your direction.

The three of you quickly ducked for cover. Daryl and Rick took cover in a doorway to your left while you ducked in a door way to the right.

You took turns firing off rounds in the Saviours direction whenever they had to stop to reload and eventually you took them all out before you continued running through the compound.

It took a few minutes, but eventually you swept the entire area, catching up with the others realising that Glenn and Heath had found the armoury before the group of you made your way out the back door to check around the back of the compound.

To your shock when Rick opened the large shutter doors bright sunlight blinded you for a second, shocking you that it was already morning. How long did the gun fight take?

The group of you slowly walked around outside before declaring it clear and said goodbye to Heath and Tara who were going to leave for their two-week supply run.

But, just as Heath and Tara drove off in one of the Saviours RV's the sound of a motorcycle filled the air, snapping everyone's attention away from your friends who had disappeared in the distance as you spun around with you gun raised just as a motorcycle came racing out from the compound.

"Son of a bitch!" Daryl yelled as you aimed at the man on the bike and pulled the trigger, hitting the man in the shoulder causing him to fall of the bike that you had a sneaking suspicion that was Daryl's Frankenstein bike he had told you about.

The man quickly got up, but Daryl tackled him back down a second later and punched him a couple of times in the face as you, Rick and the others all ran over to them.

"Where'd you get the bike?" Daryl shouted, pinning the man to the ground.

His grip tightened around the collar of the mans shirt as you reached his side and aimed your rifle at the Saviours head, but before the man could even answer Daryl's question a voice spoke through the Saviours walkie talkie that was on the ground beside him.

"Lower your guns, pricks. You, with the Colt Python. Chick, with AK-47. All of you, lower your weapons right now." The female voice instructed sternly causing you to freeze as you stared at the small handheld walkie talkie on the ground before you glanced over at Rick as he picked it up.

"Come on out. Let's talk." Rick said into the walkie talkie.

You scanned your surroundings trying to workout where this person was. She could clearly see you and was close enough to see what type of gun you and Rick were holding. She had to be close.

"We're not coming out, but we will talk. We've got a Carol and a Maggie. I'm thinking that's something you want to chat about." The voice responded and you silently cursed under your breath as you looked towards the woods figuring that was probably where they were hiding, that's where Carol and Maggie were earlier. "Now, we're gonna work this out right now, and it's going to go our way." The woman continued.

Without hesitation, you threw your assault rifle over your shoulder as you leant down and grabbed the Saviour by the collar of his shirt and ripped him up to his feet. Daryl quickly clicked with what you were doing as he helped you get the man on his feet before you pulled your handgun out and held it against the Saviours head and Rick nodded, liking your thinking.

"You can see we have one of yours. We'll trade." Rick said into the walkie.

After a couple of minutes it was clear that these people weren't too keen on coming out to trade. The woman declared that she would think about the offer, but you were almost certain that she wasn't going to think about it.

You continued to scan the woods surrounding the compound. They had to be out there somewhere. So, you kept looking and that's when you spotted them in the distance. 

"They're in the woods, 11 o'clock." You whispered, glancing over at Daryl before looking at Rick waiting for his call.

"We can't just shoot them, they probably have guns to the girls heads." Rick responded, looking in the direction you had said, but the woods were over 200 metres away, they couldn't see anything. But, you could.

"I can kill them. It won't take much to teleport over there-" You began to say before Daryl cut you off.

"Your powers ain't workin' properly, ya can't." 

"Am I the only one who's fucking confused right now? Are you talking about teleporting?" Rosita questioned in pure confusion.

Daryl quickly looked back towards you in slight panic, completely forgetting that the others don't know.

"Yes. I will explain later. Daryl, I can do it." You stated sternly as Daryl stared at you in worry and you knew he didn't like the idea. "We don't have any other ideas. Rick, you're the boss. It's your call." You added, looking over at the former Deputy as he rubbed his face with his hands and nodded.

You didn't wait for them to say anything else as you looked over to where Maggie and Carol were being held hostage before you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before you teleported into the woods.

A second later you were standing between the three Saviours and your two friends.

Sharp pain suddenly pierced through your head, black dots clouding your vision, but you forced yourself to stay conscious. Now was not the time to pass out.

You looked over at Carol and Maggie who were staring at you with wide eyes before you turned your attention towards the Saviours who had frozen where they were in complete shock.

It took the Saviours a moment to snap out of their shock as the woman with bright red hair reached for her handgun, the other two following her lead, but you quickly raised your hand, telekinetic waves blasting from your palm, sending the Saviours into the air.

You could hear Maggie and Carol gasp from behind you, but you didn't bother looking at them as you pushed your hand forward sending the Saviours flying backwards slamming their heads into the tree trunks, killing them instantly. You lowered your hand and stumbled backwards.

The pain in your head was skyrocketing and you could feel your nose starting to bleed, but that was the furthest thing from your mind as you stumbled back a few more steps, grabbing your head until a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, stabilising you.

You looked up to find Maggie holding your shoulders as she stared at you in pure shock. Her lips were moving and you knew she was talking to you, but you couldn't hear anything above the painful ringing in your ears and for a moment you thought you were going to pass out again as you closed your eyes.

"I'm good." You whispered a few seconds later, taking a deep breath.

You forced your eyes open once the pain lessoned into something manageable, but you knew you'd have a killer headache for the next 24 hours.

"How'd you do that? What are you?" Carol questioned and you looked up to find her standing a few metres away, clearly unsure about you, but Maggie didn't seem to care, her hands still on your shoulders in case you lost your footing again.

"I have a feeling the others want to know the answer to that too. Let's go." You answered, wiping the blood from your nose with the back of your hand.

You began to lead Carol and Maggie back towards the outpost, Maggie's arm wrapped around your shoulders, helping you walk.

As soon as the others saw you guys heading in their direction, they all started running towards you.

Daryl instantly rushing to your side, taking you from Maggie as the woman hugged Glenn and you smiled softly at the two of them trying to ignore the pain in your head.

"Ya okay?: Daryl questioned, although he already knew the answer to that.

He wrapped your arm over his shoulder, helping you walk as you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting nothing more than to just pass out so you couldn't feel the pain.

"Don't- don't let me do that again." You winced, opening your eyes to find Rick now standing in front of you with a worried expression before you glanced over at the others who were all staring at you cautiously.

"Hang on. Am I... am I the only one who just saw what happened?" Michonne suddenly questioned, seeming to be the only one able to kind of process it enough to speak up.

"I saw it too. I think." Glenn said, confusion evident in his tone.

You glanced over at him to find him still hugging Maggie, but staring at you. How the hell were you meant to explain it to them?

You looked between Rick and Daryl, unsure of what to do and Rick sighed.

"She's not like us." Rick started to say before he stopped, clearly unsure how to explain it as well.

"My mother had wings. My father was just like you guys and I have a human soul mixed with angelic grace." You simply explained, looking around at the group who's mouths all hung open just staring at you.

"What the hell does that mean?" Abraham questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm a human-angel hybrid, or Nephilim for short." You answered as you flashed your eyes, making them shine bright purple which caused them all to gasp. "It's a long story which I will happily explain while lying down in the RV on the way back to Hilltop." You added, glancing over at Daryl.

"Let's go. Ya need to sit down before ya fall down." He muttered and with that the group of you made your way back to the vehicles.

You could tell they all had a thousand questions, but to your shock, they all kept quiet as you walked to the cars.

Half of you went back to Alexandria, but the other half took the RV to go back to Hilltop to retrieve the supplies that Gregory promised.

On the drive back to Hilltop you basically explained your entire life story to them. You told them about the Supernatural. You told them about your brothers and your father. You told them about Cas and Jack and all the others. You told them how the world ended and how God was real, but you had killed him and explained how it screwed with your powers.

You told them all everything... well not everything, you left out a lot of stuff. But, you told them what they needed to know and let's just say they had a lot of questions. 

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Daughter!Reader X Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 8. Civil Unrest

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In a few days you were up on your feet, your need to survive driving your fast recovery. As soon as you could sit up without nearly fainting and you could bend your fingers without much pain you started taking patients. Mainly burns and cuts. You kept your head down while working, adding to your intimidating reputation. They didn’t realise you were just trying to conceal yourself while looking for familiar faces. You rarely left the medical bay, even when it was icy cold.

Carol checked on you regularly, seemingly incredibly concerned for you. It almost pained you to suspect her to be out to get you. Luckily she seemed convinced that because you had been alone for so long that you’d take a long time getting used to the walls. Maybe she figured out that you were just biding time for leaving again.

“Are you okay?” Laura pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up suddenly, nodded, and went back to your reading. All these patient profiles from the previous physician were thorough. “Why would Emmett be this detailed with extremely basic medical care” you tought, then again he was a captive here just as much as you were. He probably had nothing better to do. “Are you sure? You look so serious.” She continued. You looked up to her. She was lying on one of the beds chewing on a piece of hard plastic. Having to keep a watch on ‘The New Doc’ would’ve been extremely boring.

“Just a lot of reading” you sat up and stretched your arms, not realising how long you had sat hunched over the hand-written pages. “Doctors have horrible handwriting and this guy sure likes to drag his point out”

“How bad is it?” She asked. You lifted the profile of another patient and followed along with your finger.

“The left Thenar has suffered tremendous infliction resulting in the loss of elasticity and possible avulsion of the tissue” You read aloud in a dramatic voice

“What?” Laura said, taking the plastic out of her mouth for a moment

“He pulled the muscle in his thumb, possibly tearing it” you flopped the paper down, rubbing your forehead.

“And all those pages are full of that shit” Laura pressed. You sighed with a nod.

“I never thought I’d be grateful to have done AP english.” you sighed

“Okay smart ass no need to show off” Laura chuckled, chewing on the plastic again.

“Please,” you sat back in the chair “My old man made me do it. ‘You already speak english so it should be a breeze’ he said”

“Those kind of parents?”

“You’re familiar?”

“Yep” Laura sat up, hunching over her now crossed legs. “My dad was a lawyer. Mom was an accountant. They kept pushing me to over achieve”

“Bet they weren’t happy with that” you spoke, pointing to your neck to reference Laura’s tattoo. Her hand went over it instinctively.

“I had already skipped town with my boyfriend before I got this.” She laughed. The smile melted away as she slowly stroked her neck. “Hadn’t seen them since. Probably dead.”

The room got a lot more quiet. It was crazy to think you both were so close in age but had gone through so much hell in the same world. But Laura was a saviour. You were Negan’s kid. If you were to be friends it would have to be at an arm’s reach.

The momentum changed when Carol arrived in, holding a small tray with cookies on them. The smell told you they were fresh. Your heart wanted to tell her to get out, but those cookies smelled too damn good.

“How’s the hard work going ladies.” she spoke with a cheery voice, setting the tray down in front of you. You were on it instantly. You took a cookie with you as you limped over to lock the door to the medical bay. “Any news?” Carol whispered

Carol had asked you and Laura to investigate the uprising of Negan supporters in the Sanctuary. Well, mainly Laura since she would know more people in Carol’s eyes. The payment, cookies. Though Laura would probably do it for free. She enjoyed the new peace that came with being aligned with the other settlements.

“Just the usual hot-heads” Laura sighed. You limped back to your chair.

“They like to complain to me.” you gently sat down. You’d only been back walking without the full splint for a couple days now but the clunky half splint on your lower leg wasn’t exactly walker friendly. “‘You should’ve seen how great we were when Negan was running the place’ and other shit”

“What do you think of it?” Carol asks you seriously. You suck the sugar off your fingers happily.

“He mustn’t have been that good if he’s not in charge anymore.”

They had their little meeting then as Carol was leaving you piped up,

“How’s the bridge team?”

“No.” Carol retorted quickly as if speaking to a child. “You are not going out there how many times do I have to tell you.”

“I could help-”

“You’re needed here Y/N” she spoke firmly.

“Yes, mom.” you groaned from your chair, earning a laugh from Laura. Carol left quickly.

“Why do you wanna join the bridge team so badly?” Laura asked through a mouthful of cookie.

“I miss the fresh air, I guess” and there’s more chances to get away from you all.

That evening you were restless. Normally it was the pain that kept you up late but it also exhausted you. You got out of the medical bed you’d claimed as your own, one of three that outfitted the med bay. You limped your way out of the medbay, not bothered if you woke Laura. The bathroom was down the hall so she would just assume you had to pee, especially since you had taken the torch dedicated to midnight bathroom visits. Being the medic gave you the luxury of a torch instead of matches and a candle.

It hurt to climb up so many stairs, with both your wounds and the cold seeping into your skin, but you’d be tired by the time you came back down anyway. You walked onto what used to be Negan’s floor. Your ‘family’s’ floor. You’d wanted to see it for a while now, out of curiosity more than anything else.

You first went to your father’s room. Pushing the door open you felt a burst of cold air whip around you viciously. The room has been stripped of its furnishings, right down to the carpets. Taken away to be burned most likely. The windows were shattered, the bullet holes in the ceiling giving away the method. It was so completely devoid of any sign of human life one would say it always had been. You closed the door and continued onto the parlour where the wives would spend their day. This room didn’t have windows but the room was still completely void of any of the glamour that once adorned it. The only remnants was the wall paper which was peeling off due to the damp.

The image of the forgotten rooms didn’t stir emotion in the way you thought they would. You imagined getting overwhelmed with emotion, but you felt nothing. No that wasn’t right, you felt a loss. Not a loss of the grandeur you had gotten to enjoy in captivity, not a loss of the fake smiles from your many ‘mothers’. You felt a loss of your father. You mourned the man you had called your father, and the idea that all that was left of the memory of him were these halls where cowards bowed to him. You felt an overwhelming realisation that the man you called ‘Pops’ had died long before ‘Negan’ formed.

Your final destination was your room. You figured it would also be empty but your room was a bit away, down the end of a hall few knew how to get too. You’d had more roaches as visitors than people. Your father had chosen it for you so the ‘common nobodies’ wouldn’t see you easily, another measure to keep you safe.

It also worked the other way as you round the corner and see a light coming from what used to be your room. The hall was lined with offices and storage rooms you knew you could dive into if someone appeared so you turned off your light and walked down the hall gingerly on your feet. You were now only a couple feet away from the door when you heard voices coming from the end of the hall, from what used to be your room.

“I still can’t believe they put this bitch here to keep an eye on us. That fucking redneck was an ass but atleast he didn’t pretend to be all fucking nice”

“It’s probably a play to get us to relax. They’ve got us locked in this factory and don’t give us nearly enough food, and they won’t let us go to the other settlements”

“We’re prisoners. They said they only wanted to lock up Negan but now we’re all starving.”

“Enough of your bitching.”

They went on to talk about how many people were on their side and their efforts to get weapons. They clearly had no idea you were listening. After all, what kind of idiot is gonna climb up over ten floors for no reason. Other than sentiment perhaps. It sounded like there were about four people in the room, but they spoke like they had a few under their influence. They were looking for weapons and a means to get back at ‘Rick and his posse’.

“We’ll bring them that bitch Carol’s head on a spike for them.”

“What about the bridge? We got people working there for food.”

“And then what? They’re just gonna keep extorting us for slave labour or let us starve.”

You were so drawn in by their words that the door opening startled you. You charged from your spot into an open room, a storage closet of a sort. You knew it was too risky to close the door so you stood against the wall next to the door. They walked along the hall bantering loudly. You sidestepped deeper into the room, knocking something with your foot making a loud metal sound. The voices stopped and you instantly froze, holding your breath like your life depended on it. A light shun into the closet, then the other way.

“Probably just a rat” one of the voices spoke. “We can set some traps and stew it for dinner”.

They continued down the hall, their steps growing faint a minute or so later. The adrenaline began to subside and the pain from the recent strain on your leg made itself very apparent. You stepped out of the closet and walked down the hall to your old room. Maybe they left some evidence you could use to barter for your freedom.

You opened the door to your room, only illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window. Unlike the other rooms, your room hadn’t been completely ransacked. The mattress had been taken off the frame but the metal skeleton remained as well as the rug under your bed. Other than that it appeared empty. You turned on your torch to get a better view.

On your bed frame lay what had to be near a hundred dead wild flowers. Your breath caught in your throat at the site. You moved and sat on the bed frame, the metal sending a chill up your body. You placed a hand on the dry stems and something hit the ground with a thump. You moved to look under the bed as quick as you could, reaching under the bed you cut yourself on something sharp. You moved your torch on it and grabbed it again, this time from a less dangerous end.

Under the bed you pulled out the knife that had your name engraved on it. The metal shun bright in the light as if lovingly polished until it’s inevitable abandonment. You hadn’t realized you had begun to cry until a tear fell onto the blade and began to fill the engraving.

~Tag List~

@bodeckersbitch @lauren-novak​ @aestthete

[saviourled-moved]

          𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆      -      𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.

    negan  williams,  born  &  raised  in  shadyside,  senior  at  shadyside  high  school,  baseball  star  and  trying  to  do  whatever  he  can  to  not  end  up  like  his  dad.     just  like  every  shadysider,  he  has  dreams  of  getting  out  of  town,  but  unlike  others,  he  thinks  he  has  a  real  chance,  he  has  managed  to  bring  victory  to  shadyside  high  school  with  his  skill  at  baseball  and  he  would  do  whatever  he  had  to  make  his  college  applications  stand  out  more  -  like  being  a  counsellor  at  camp  nightwing.     excellent  with  the  kids,  tough  but  still  trying  to  make  as  fun  as  possible,  not  letting  any  sunnyvalers  try  to  think  they’ve  got  power  or  control  over  any  of  them.     little  did  he  or  anyone  else  know  how  exactly  the  summer  would  end  up.

majority  of  the  verse  will  follow  the  dynamic  worked  out  with @finalherring​​‘s  cindy     -     negan  &  cindy  have  been  childhood  friends,  she  was  one  of  the  few  people  that  he  could  go  to  when  his  mom  passed  away  or  his  dad  was  too  fucked  up  to  act  like  a  decent  human  being.     she  was  one  of  his  go  to  people,  someone  he  trusted  more  than  anything,  they  were  each  other’s  firsts  in  many  ways  and  yet  it  still  seemed  like  it  was  so  easy  for  cindy  to  just  drop  him  when  she  wanted  to  pretend  like  she  was  the  golden  child  and  the  only  one  who  could  head  out  of  shadeyside.     that  didn’t  mean  that  negan  was  done  with  her  or  ziggy,  he  would  constantly  be  looking  for  ziggy  when  he  could  and  he  couldn’t  help  but  wind  cindy  up  as  much  as  he  can,  trying  to  get  her  attention  whenever  he  could,  even  if  that  meant  sleeping  around  with  other  girls  to  try  and  make  her  jealous.     negan  knows  she’s  not  as  pure  and  innocent  as  she  pretends,  he  can’t  help  but  think  that  her  whole  relationship  with  tommy  is  absolute  bullshit.     when  the  killings  started,  there  had  only  been  one  thing  on  his  mind,     finding  cindy  &  making  sure  she  was  okay     ,  he  was  out  exploring  trying  to  find  her  when  he  came  across  a  group  of  scared  shadyside  campers  and  telling  them  that  they  had  to  get  back  to  the  mess  hall     -     that  was  when  he  saw  tommy  slater.     in  an  attempt  to  protect  the  kids  that  he  had  found,  he  tried  to  take  on  tommy,  allowing  the  kids  time  to  run  and  find  help.     although  he  wasn’t  killed  by  tommy,  he  was  injured  as  a  result  of  getting  the  axe  to  his  shoulder,  but  that  didn’t  stop  him.     he  wouldn’t  leave  till  he  had  found  cindy  &  ziggy.     injured,  covered  in  his  own  blood,  following  the  sounds  of  shouting  and  hoping  he  would  find  them     -     only  to  arrive  to  see  several  of  the  old  shadyside  killers  approaching  cindy  &  ziggy.     even  if  he  had  run  any  faster,  he  never  would’ve  made  it  in  time  to  stop  what  had  happened,  only  to  be  the  other  witness  beside  nick  goode  to  see  both  sisters  come  back  from  the  dead.

however  an  alternative  version  is  also  with  @saviourwed​‘s  lucille     -     pretty  much  the  same  deal,  he’s  still  old  friends  with  cindy  &  ziggy,  except  instead  of  his  &  cindy’s  dynamic  being  romantic,  he  ends  up  getting  involved  with  sunnyvaler  lucille  thomas.     she  was  the  kind  of  girl  that  he  had  dreamt  about,  enjoying  the  summer  screwing  around  at  camp  &  wondering  what  the  future  may  hold.     he  didn’t  care  that  she  didn’t  want  others  to  know  about  him,  but  she  was  someone  he  wasn’t  going  to  forget.     when  the  killings  started,  negan  gets  injured  trying  to  protect  lucille  despite  tommy  only  being  focused  on  trying  to  hurt  negan.

no  matter  in  which  verse  @saecrifice​‘s  grace  is  negan’s  best  friend  and  like  his  little  sister      -      they’ve  been  friends  for  years,  she’s  the  one  person  who  knows  about  either  of  the  situations  above,  she  constantly  calls  him  out  on  his  bullshit  &  as  much  as  she  winds  him  up,  he  loves  her  &  would  do  anything  to  protect  her.

[deanwanddamons]

All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You - Part 2

Summary: You were driving alone after getting into a huge fight with your now ex-boyfriend. You had spotted a guy standing on the side of the road in the rain, hitching a ride, so you gave him a lift. That guy happened to be Dean Winchester and you had an unforgettable one night stand with him. Part 2 continues the story and there’s a surprise in store for both you and Dean.

Find part one here: All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, You, Sophie (OC)

Pairing: Dean x You (kinda)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning: Pregnancy, mentions of suicide, angst

Song inspiration - https://youtu.be/OAfxs0IDeMs

Heart - All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You

A/N: So, this started as a one shot, but lots of you have asked for a second part so here it is! I found this one a challenge as I have never written angst before. I hope you like it! Once again I have had so much help with this and can’t thank you all enough for your advice, love, support and for being my beta’s @mummybear @negans-lucille-tblr @winchest09 @princessmisery666 @deans-baby-momma love you girls ❤️

Three Months Later

“Shit, shit, shit,” you groan, tears filling your eyes as you stare down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand.

How could this have happened? Nothing had gone right for a few weeks. You’d had to change your job to avoid your ex, office romances weren’t ever a good idea. You had to move home since said ex boyfriend had moved the woman he had an affair with into the home you’d once shared and now this.

Maybe it had been a mistake to pick up a hitchhiker and screw him in a motel room. But you’d needed the comfort, the small escape. Besides, Dean had been the best sex of your life. One night stands were supposed to be forgotten, but any girl would have trouble forgetting Dean.

Everything about the night was as vivid as reality, even the look of shock on his face when you’d bolted from the room, guilt and shame not allowing you to stick around.

Shaking your head, you refuse to believe that the first test was right. They were not always accurate so you had bought two, just in case. Looking to the side of you, you focus on the second test inside the box. You rip the plastic open and sit on the toilet. Maybe you should have drank some more water.

You had expected to hear from Paul, your scumbag ex. Maybe a text or phone call. Especially when he would’ve returned home to find all your belongings gone. But you’d heard nothing. Your best friend had offered you her spare room but you hadn’t wanted to be a burden so a few weeks later you found a small apartment to rent in town. Thank god she wasn’t here now because she’d have been the first to tell you how much of a mess you are in.

The second test would need a couple of minutes to develop so you place it on the countertop and wash your hands. As if landing the only job in town as a maid for the motel you’d spent the incredible night with Dean in hadn’t made it hard enough to forget him, the two little blue lines have now made it impossible.

“Fuck!” you yell into the mirror.

It had been a stressful couple of months, it was understandable you’d miss a period. You’d thought nothing of it, brushed it off as stress and the shitty diet you’d been keeping of late.  

Then you missed a second period and the second test has confirmed what you’d wanted it to deny.

Pregnant.

It’s Dean’s. The timing fits perfectly and you hadn’t slept with your ex for months before the split. Dean had worn a condom, but it had obviously failed.

“Fuck!” you scream again, punching the countertop, bringing your hand to your mouth when you notice a trickle of blood on your knuckles. Panic and fear are washing over your body like a tidal wave.

Sitting heavily back down on the toilet, you bury your head in your hands, and start to cry.

A Year Later

Working at the motel still reminds you of Dean, but thankfully the room your tryst had taken place in isn’t on your rota. But you’d have traded that to not have to clean room 237. Approaching the door you take a deep breath and enter your card key into the reader. Green Light.

Opening the door slowly, you enter. As usual, you feel the noticeable temperature difference from the corridor. Looking around you shiver. This room always gives you the creeps, the sense of foreboding heavy and thick. As the rumour goes, a young maid - having an affair with the motel Manager, Tony - had committed suicide after he ended the relationship. She chose to slit her wrists in the bathtub of room 237, where they used to meet. Three months later, Tony had done the exact same thing.

Pulling your cart through the door, you move quickly to the bed to change the sheets. A scratching sound from the bathroom takes you by surprise. Even though your heart rate quickens, you decide to ignore it. Gathering up the dirty linen, you dump them in the cart. There it is again. What the hell is it? There’s no one else in or near the room. The atmosphere is getting heavier, the pressure getting stronger. The need to flee is becoming overwhelming.

Again; louder now. Walking towards the bathroom, palms sweating, hands shaking, you reach for the handle and pull the door open.

It’s empty. Pulling back the shower curtain, you scream as the image of a figure materialises in the tub.

Bolting from the room, heart almost bursting out of your chest, you fall to your knees, sobbing. The need to be with your daughter, to hold her, to smell her is the only thought in your confused mind.

Grace was born on a bright, cold fall day in October. It had been a fairly easy pregnancy, but a difficult birth, so you were in the hospital for a week.

Luckily, she’s a pleasant and placid child, with the most intense green eyes, a smattering of freckles across her nose and her lips were plump and full. Every time you look at her you can see her father, which makes your heart ache, but you know you have to keep on going for her sake.

She is your world, your everything and you love her more than words could explain.

Your friend had not approved of you keeping the baby at first, as she had said it would ‘ruin your life’ but you knew there was no way you could get rid of it. Plenty of people managed to bring a child up alone, and you knew, with hard work and perseverance, you could do it too. Eventually, your friend came around to your way of thinking, even offering to babysit when you had shifts at the motel. As you didn’t get paid maternity you had to go back to work almost straight away.

The motel - you hate the place.

After the encounter in the bathroom, which had haunted you since it happened, you had done some research online, and discovered this was not the first time this had happened. Twenty years ago, the same scenario took place in the exact same room.

When the new manager started, you asked why the room was still being used. The answer was simply, “Money, honey,” so you never mentioned it again. Either the public were unaware of the history, or didn’t care, as it was almost always occupied.

Your day starts out the same as any other. Leaving Grace with your friend you drive the short distance to the motel.

Entering the reception area, you are surprised to find it empty. Sophie is usually behind the counter, but she is nowhere to be seen.

“Sophie?” you call out as you walk behind the desk to collect the key to the supply cupboard.

“Hey Y/N,” you hear from the back office, “come in here a second?”

Putting your bag on the floor, you open the door to the office to find she is not alone.

A very handsome man, with floppy brown hair wearing a smart suit is sitting at the desk. As he rises to shake your hand, you are amazed at how tall he is. He must be well over 6ft 4.

“Y/N, this is Agent Taylor from the FBI,” she introduces him as he shows you his badge.

“Hi Y/N,” he smiles, shaking your hand. “My partner, Agent May and I are here to discuss the death of Tony Phelps. He’s just getting a glass of water. He will be with us shortly. Please, take a seat.”

There are two doors in the office. One, which you just came through, leads from the reception. The other leads into a small kitchen area. You sit, with your back to the door to the kitchen.

“Why are the FBI investigating a suicide?” you politely ask Agent Taylor.

“We are not sure it was suicide,” he responds, “so we are talking to all the staff to find out if they saw or heard anything strange or unusual the night he died. Anything out of the ordinary. ”

As he is speaking, you hear the door behind you open, so turn in your seat. You realise who has just walked through the door. The man you hadn't forgotten since that night. How could you forget him?

Dean.

Your heart stops as the room suddenly loses all its oxygen. Your lungs cease to take in air, a weight on your chest pressing down on you like a vice.

Staring at him, eyes wide and glassy, a lump forms in your throat, and for a brief moment you lose the ability to form words.

What is he doing here?

He stares back at you, an expression of realisation slowly changing his features. He goes to speak, but you briefly shake your head and force your gaze from his, looking back to Sophie.

Agent Taylor clears his throat, so you turn your attention back to him.

“This is my partner, Agent May,” he explains.

Dean is frozen to the spot, hand still on the door, glass of water in the other.

“Yes..um…” he begins as he moves further into the room placing the glass on the desk. He fumbles with the inside pocket of his jacket, removing his badge, which he shows you. It’s upside down. Smirking, he flips it over. “Agent May,” he croaks. You notice his hands are shaking slightly.

“Hello,” you nod at him, glancing at him briefly, then turning away. Attempting to take in a full breath, you count to 10 silently, hoping this will slow down your increasing heart rate. That smirk has brought all the memories of your night together crashing back. The way his hands touched you, the way those lips kissed you, the way he made love to you.

“So Y/N,” Agent Taylor continues as Dean sits down next to him. He gives him a confused, side eyed glance, “were you here the night Mr Phelps took his own life?” he questions.

“No, I was not on shift,” you respond, trying hard not to look at Dean who is fidgeting in his seat. He has a pen in his hand, and he keeps clicking the top.

Click, click, click.

Snatching it out of his hand and placing it on the table, Agent Taylor scowls at him. Dean's eyes meet yours with a questioning look. He shrugs his shoulders.

Holding his gaze for a second too long, you swallow. A wave of nausea washes over you, the gnawing in your stomach getting stronger.

“Can I just get a glass of water?” you hear yourself say as you rise from your seat. With shaking legs you drop back down as beads of sweat form on the back of your neck and your vision blurs.

Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you hear Sophie ask, “are you ok Y/N?”

As your vision clears, you see that Dean has also risen from his seat.

“Yes, yes,” you responded quietly, “I just need some air.”

“I’ll help you outside,” Dean says as he walks around the desk.

“No it’s fine,” you protest, but he is already by your side, taking your arm. His touch sends a bolt of lighting across your skin. Gently helping you up, he slips his arm around your waist, and leads you through the door into reception.

The silence between you is palpable as you head to the courtyard out front.

Inhaling deeply, you breathe in the cold spring air as Dean turns you to face him.

“What was that about in there Y/N?,” Dean asks “why didn’t you want anyone to know we have met before?”

“Hi Dean,” you respond sarcastically. You don’t know why you are feeling so hostile towards him as you were the one who walked away after you had slept together, not the other way around, but a feeling of anger rises inexplicably in your throat.  

“What are you doing here Dean or should I say Agent May? You’re not from the FBI.”

“Never mind that, I’ll explain later. I want to know why you left so suddenly that night?”

“It was a long time ago, Dean. I didn’t expect to see you again, so just leave it,” you say as you turn to walk away.

“No Y/N, I want to know what I did wrong? I thought we had a good time, and then you just upped and left with no explanation. Were you married or something?” he protests.

“No. Everything I told you about my ex was the truth. We did have a good time, but it should never have happened,” you admit. “I was in a bad place, and not acting like myself.”

“Okay,” he agrees, “But an explanation would have been nice.”

“Oh, so you have never slept with someone then left them hanging have you?” you snap.

He stares at you with an indignant scowl.

Your cell rings. Pulling it out of your pocket you look at the display and see it’s your friend who is with your daughter. She only calls while you're at work when there is something wrong with Grace.

“I’ve got to take this,” you tell him, bringing the phone to your ear.

“Y/N, sorry to bother you but Grace is running a temperature,” she says, “she’s really cranky and I’m not sure what to do.”

Shit. Perfect timing.

“Okay, F/N. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” you tell her as you hang up the phone.

“I have to go Dean. My daughter isn’t very well and the sitter just rang.”

“Your daughter?” he asks, surprised, “How old is she?”

“Six months,” you tell him quickly, not thinking as your focus is now on getting back to your daughter as quickly as possible.

“S-six months?!” Dean stammers. Your eyes go wide as you realise your mistake, the panic rising in your stomach when you look up at the green eyed Winchester. You could see the cogs whirring in his brain, working it all out. You should have lied about her age.

“I need to go,” you say quickly, turning around to begin to walk away from him and this situation.

“Is she mine?” His question made you slow down slightly but your mouth was unable to form the answer. You swallowed hard but before you could make your next move, Dean was behind you, grabbing your arm as he whirls you around to face him.

“Let go of me, Dean!” you demand, attempting to pull away but he keeps a firm grip on you.

“Y/N, is she mine?! I have a right to know,” he pleaded. With a bone dry mouth, your heart almost beating out of your chest, you look up at him as his green eyes search yours for his answer. This was it, you couldn’t hide it from him so you slowly begin to nod your head.

“Yes.”

Part 3

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[baseballbitch116]

Don’t Leave Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Prompt: Reader and Daryl broke up and she began hooking up with a new guy casually. Daryl comes by the morning after with news, what happens next...?

Warnings: A lot of angst, angry Daryl, mentions of violence, adult language & themes

Word Count: 3093

*not entirely accurate to plot of the show

Masterlist // Fandoms

Daryl had some sort of effect on you that just drove you crazy. Every little thing about him drew you into him. So when he ended things between the two of you - you were crushed, to say the least. It had taken you since the farm to earn his trust, and only a few moments to destroy it.

It was no secret that Daryl was not one to trust easily, and it only made you feel worse that you managed to completely push him away. You hadn’t realized that your actions would have such a serious affect, but they had.

You and Daryl had taken your relationship to the next level shortly before arriving in Alexandria, although it had been in the works since the prison. It was a very slow process of getting him to let his walls down enough to let you in in any romantic way. It felt like you had accomplished mission impossible - and you had never been happier with anyone in your whole life. Your relationship was simple - you had his back, he had yours. You were his and he was yours.

It wasn’t a PDA filled, childish mess - just a simple understanding. Your emotions were deep enough to understand he relent to showing any sort of PDA, and even in private he wasn’t overly affectionate. You had only slept together two times in the year that you had been together, but it made each time that much better. It was good between the two of you, something you’d never intentionally sacrifice in a million years.

So when you and Daryl got into a very heated argument, you knew that you had fucked up. It all started because of the Saviors. Obviously things were tense with the war going on. Carl had just passed, Alexandria was partially burnt down, Hilltop was starving, everyone was feeling beat. Your relationship had been strained since Daryl was taken prisoner - he was affected by it more than he let on. He was distant for a few weeks after escaping, but eventually he let you back in. He needed you - you helped him get through it.

But with Rick and Maggie growing so desperate to end the war, to kill Negan - and the Saviors attacks becoming worse, things were looking bad. You had no time to worry about your relationship because everyone was always so busy planning for their next attack, scavenging or being on guard. The only time you saw Daryl was out on a run, or occasionally late at night after you had both finished watch. It had taken a toll, but you leaned on each other to get through it.

One day, Rosita was sneaking out on her own, planning on taking out Negan herself, like she had tried before with Sasha. You caught her, and when you couldn’t stop her, decided to tag along. You only had a few minutes to gather a handful of supplies for the trip, and Daryl was nowhere to be found. Truth be told, it was probably better that way. He’d never let you go.

So you went with Rosita to the Sanctuary to kill Negan by yourselves, without telling Daryl or anyone else. Long story short, people noticed that the two of you were nowhere to be found by nightfall, and Daryl was livid. Where the hell could you have gone without telling him?! He and a few others went out searching for you guys, but it was useless. It was too dark, they had no clues whatsoever, and the Saviors could be anywhere.

It took both Rick and Michonne to get him back to Alexandria, but they managed to convince him. He didn’t sleep the whole night - instead pacing around the walls, searching your shared house, looking for any clues as to how he could locate you. The second the sun came up, he was back out there looking for you.

You knew he had to be worried, but you couldn’t let Rosita go alone. You knew that you could have just ratted her out to the others, but she would’ve hated you for it, and you didn’t want to do that to her. She’s an adult and so are you, you can make these choices for yourselves. You just hoped Daryl would be more relived than mad when you came back.

Two days later, the two of you returned to Alexandria, having failed at your attempt to take out Negan, just barely escaping. You had been stabbed by a Savior in the process, though it was only a flesh wound. 

When Daryl heard someone holler that you guys were back, a wave of pure relief washed over his body. A weight felt lifted off of his soul. But he was absolutely livid. How could you do that to him?

When you walked through the gates, you saw him standing there, an unreadable expression on his face. You slowly approached him, hand over your arm where you had been cut. You knew he was furious. You had argued with him before, but nothing could have prepared you for what followed.

He practically exploded, resulting in a screaming match between the two of you right in the middle of the community. Rick tried intervening, putting a hand on Daryl’s chest and telling him to go cool off, but nothing worked. He was livid that you left without saying a word to him - to do something so stupid.

Rosita tried taking the blame, but he wouldn’t hear any of it. You betrayed his trust. You knew you fucked up. But still you tried to defend your actions, his yelling causing you to scream back at him. It was quite a mess. The turning point was when he got in your face and swung his arm, pointing at you as he hollered in your face. You flinched when his hand came near your face, clearly thinking he was about to hit you.

And that was the last straw for him. You didn’t respect his wishes, his trust, his feelings - and now you acted afraid of him. Did you really think that low of him? That he would ever lay a hand on you? He scoffed at you and stormed off, silently heartbroken. He knew it was stupid to have ever gotten his hopes up with you.

                                                       ~~~

It had been two long months since Daryl broke up with you. It was never actually spoken, but then again, he hasn’t said a word to you since that day - it was pretty clear. He wouldn’t even look at you. He avoided you like the plague. Things had even gotten awkward with Rick because of it. He agreed with Daryl, even if he didn’t agree with how Daryl handled it. You left him all alone with no idea where you were or if you would ever come back. You understood how he felt, but you wished he could see past that. You did it for him. You wanted Negan dead for what he did to Glenn and Abraham, and Daryl. For what he destroyed for Maggie, for Rick, for the whole group.

You were absolutely destroyed when you found that Daryl had moved his stuff out of your shared house and room. He went to stay with Carol in her house that same night of the fight, and never came back. You hoped that he just needed some time to calm down, but after two weeks, it seemed pretty clear that he was done with you. You were broken.

You couldn’t find any way to deal with your grief. Between the Saviors and your broken heart, you were falling apart. Every time you would see Daryl go out, you broke a little more. He’d leave without a word to you. What if he never came back? Once you had caught his eye, and he only gave you a cold look before heading out. You realized how bad you had him worried after he did this to you. You were gone two whole nights, and he hadn’t even known that you left. You understood.

A month and a half after you had broke up, you decided that you needed to find a way to get your mind off of him. Any way, anything. You found yourself relatively drunk one night, and ended up stumbling right into one of the men that also lived in Alexandria. He was originally from Hilltop, but he moved here just after Rick falsely announced that they had wiped out the Saviors.

You couldn’t even remember his name, you paid no attention to him before - you had been with Daryl. But he caught your drunken eye, and one thing led to another. You wound up going back to your house, and having a one night stand. It was nothing compared to what you had with Daryl, but it temporarily distracted your mind from him.

The morning after the first time, you saw Daryl walking by your porch, giving you a cold look as he passed by without a word, and that was when you decided that last night couldn’t be a one night deal. You kept on flirted with Ayden, as you learned his name to be, and soon enough you were hooking up almost nightly.

You didn’t think that Daryl knew, but he did find out. He had seen Ayden coming and going from your house on a few different occasions, usually in the middle of the night. He could put two and two together. It hurt him to think that you had moved on so fast, but he masked his hurt with false hatred.

By the time it had been two months after you broke up, the war finally ended. You were only near Daryl this one time, on the field, where Eugene successfully managed to take down most of the Saviors and your group won. You noticed Daryl watching your back once or twice, but never saying a word. You wondered if deep down he still cared, but you pushed the thought away. You couldn't allow your hopes to get up. 

The morning after the war had been won, you heard a knock at your door. You were laying in bed beside Ayden, fully naked, pondering over what would happen now that Negan and the Saviors had been stopped. The knock startled you from your thoughts. You stumbled out of bed, quickly tossing on your panties from the floor and a large shirt from your drawer, which happened to belong to Daryl, heading down the stairs to find out who was at the door.

Much to your surprise, it was Daryl. You stop mid step at the bottom of your stairs, seeing him standing on the other side of your glass door. You shake away your shock and walk over, hesitantly opening the door. “Hi...” You greet, a wave of guilt rushing over you. You subconsciously tug the t-shirt down a little further, feeling as though he can tell that there is a naked man in your bed upstairs.

He doesn’t greet you, or say a word. His eyes fall on your shirt, then on your face. He can read you like a book. “I came t’ get the rest’a my stuff. I’m headin t’ Hilltop.” He states, shifting his weight as he mutters his explanation to you. Something is up. He’s gone to Hilltop since you broke up, why does he need this stuff now?

“Oh, okay. Sure.” You say, stepping aside to let him in. “How long are you going...?” You question, directing him over to the closet where most of his remaining belongings were at. He just looks at you for a moment, then turning his attention to the stairs, then finally the closet.

“Not sure. A while, maybe for good.” He mutters, not meeting your eye as he grabs his stuff. “Need my other arrows too.”  He grumbles, knowing that they’re in your bedroom. What used to be your shared bedroom. Which another man is currently sleeping in.

“Oh, uhm, yeah. I’ll just-”

“Y/N?” Ayden calls out from upstairs, beginning to walk down the stairs. You see Daryl’s head fall back and a disapproving sound fall from his lips. “Oh, hey there, Daryl.” Ayden greets awkwardly from the stairs, thankfully clothed. Daryl nods his head very slightly at the younger man, clearly displeased by his presence. “Well uh, I’m gonna get goin’... See you later?” He asks as he steps to the bottom of the stairs, and you nod your head at him quickly, forcing a fake smile onto your lips. He smiles a little and heads out the door, closing it behind himself.

Daryl scoffs and your head shoots back to him. “What?” You ask. He shakes his head and moves around you, heading up the stairs now that the coast is clear. “What?” You repeat. “You don’t like Ayden now?” You push. You are angry by the fact that he came over like this. The first time he’s spoken to you in two months and it’s to get his stuff because he’s moving to another community.

He stops in his tracks and spins around, almost making you crash right into him at the top of the stairs. Your eyes meet in intense eye contact and you feel his rage radiating off of him.

“Always knew you’d leave me for some typical white boy like that.” He growls, pointing his finger toward the stairs before turning on his heel and heading into the room to grab his stuff. You feel anger building inside of you at his accusation.

“Leave you?! Leave you?! You left me! I didn’t do shit! You haven’t spoken a fuckin word to me in two months! What was I supposed to do?!” You holler at his back, unable to contain your feelings any longer. He spins back around and his eyes burn into your skin like daggers.

“What the fuck did ya think would happen?! I’d jus’ forget bout ya leavin for two days?! I thought ya were taken, or dead!” He hollers back at you.

“Rosita needed me! I couldn’t let her go alone! You wouldn’t have let her either! How is what I did any different than what you would’ve done?!” You scream, pointing your finger in his face, tears burning at your eyes.

“I woulda told ya before I left! I wouldn’t jus up and leave! Without a word!” He yells, getting right in your face, his hot breath hitting your moist cheeks from the tears you couldn’t hold back. “Sure don’t seem like I meant much to ya! Fuckin leave me then start fuckin some random prick like it’s nothin!” He continues yelling as you stay silent, unable to meet his eye.

“I am sorry! I’m sorry Daryl! She needed me and if I had waited to say something to you she would have gone alone! She’d have died! And I didn’t fucking replace you! I haven’t stopped fucking thinking about you for a second! He’s the closest thing that helps take my mind off how fuckin bad I miss you! How much I worry about you! How I don’t know shit that’s going on with you anymore! How dare you think you don’t mean anything to me! No one means more to me than you do! And you know that!” You scream at him, tears falling down your face erratically as you feel your heart ache in your chest. “I’m sorry...” You mutter after a few silent moments. He watches you, not saying a word. He wants to pull you in his arms and forgive you, but he’s too stubborn.

“No one could ever replace you. I didn’t think. I regret how I left. I should have done things different. None of this means anything, Daryl. I’m sorry. Please...” You choke on your words, afraid of what you’re about to say. “Please don’t go to Hilltop. We can work this out. Please... Don’t leave me...” You mutter, raising your head to look into his eyes with your own teary ones. The sight breaks his heart. He can’t stay angry. He needs you too much. He’s been losing his mind without you, knowing you are moving on with someone else. He needs you.

You see his eyes soften, and he takes a step closer to you, placing his stuff down on the bed. He looks down into your eyes, raising his calloused hand to your face and wiping away the tear strolling down your cheek. You feel relief wash over your body and can’t help but throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. You bury your face in his chest, comforted by his familiar scent. He feels like home. His hands slowly raise to your back, pulling you tighter into your body. An arm wraps around your neck and he drops his head onto your shoulder, a single tear falling from his eye.

God, he missed you. The whole reason he came over was to try to see if he could actually leave you to go to Hilltop. Almost to convince him to stay. “’M sorry.” He mutters into your shoulder. You pull away only enough to look up into his eyes. “It’s my fault. I’ll never do that to you again. I’ll earn your trust back, whatever it takes. Your worth it.” You promise, meaning every word you spoke. He nods sadly at you, pulling you back against his chest, resting his scruffy chin on the top of your head, taking in the moment.

                                                ~~~

Daryl decided not to leave for Hilltop anymore and you broke things off with Ayden that same day. You focused your whole attention on mending your relationship with Daryl, and he took notice of just how much you were trying. When Ayden walked by one morning a few days later as you sat on your porch talking to Daryl, you saw him visibly tense up. You could practically see all of the thoughts rushing through his head. You took this chance to scoot closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder, bringing your left hand up to hold onto his left bicep, smiling up at him as he turned his head back to you, startled by your random action.

The smallest smile toys at his lips at your silent devotion to him, and it reassures him that he had nothing to worry about. From then on, it was mostly smooth sailing for the two of you, and you earned back his trust sooner than you expected to. 

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I may possibly write a second part to this if anyone would be interested :)

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top 5 least favorite twd characters and why?

Huh�� So I never fully thought about this before so I had to sit and weigh the characters. For this I’m gonna use old cast that’s gone too!

These aren’t in any particular order either!

Maggie Greene-Rhee : Since Maggie came onto the scene she never struck me as someone I would get along with. As the years on the show go by, I find I’m right. Maggie has done a lot of good for everyone around her yes. She helped save Judith and birthed her, she can be strong and she’s generally reliable… But she’s selfish and she lets her overall emotions take over things to the point people get hurt or she gives up. I understand the giving up is her way of protecting what mental health she has left, but it’s frustrating still. I’m talking about her simply forgetting about Beth and expecting that her sister wasn’t strong enough and died with the prison or on the bus. She was so focused and reliant on Glenn that Maggie lost faith and sight for family. And as for selfish, Maggie got Daryl to help her drag Rick out into the middle of nowhere and then Rick gets hurt trying to lead a hoard of walkers away. Why? Because she didn’t get her way with Negan. Rick shouldn’t have made the final call on his own I agee to that, but Maggie put people in danger and she’s still pulling crap and mean mugging about Negan when she HAD the chance to finish him in his cell. But she backed out. And people got hurt and taken away. So yes, people can call Daryl out for his own roll. But Maggie made the calls. Just like she did for Oceanside and Arat and the others. Her pain and anyone’s personal pain should not give them the right to take lives and break pattern to play judge and executioner. And if she goes about doing just that to Negan in S11, then she’s letting Hershel Jr see that “oh I can do what I want in this world like mom”. And he’ll become the brat he is in the comics… I just don’t really vibe to Maggie at all. And I’ve tried. Like I said, she’s done good and I respect that. But… Idk. No vibe.

Queen Carol/Carol Peletier : This one upsets me honestly. Carol is suffering from the brutal loss of another child. She’s drawing into herself and away from what was healthy for her. But that doesn’t excuse putting people’s lives in danger! She got Connie trapped and left for dead, she about caused the war to start early with the Whisperers. She is taking over and making choices that she deems right but gets other’s hurt and especially hurt Daryl, who has been trying so hard to help her and be there for her. She shit on him. Multiple times. In multiple ways. It’s upsetting. And I know. Her mental health isn’t in a good place. But mental health is not an excuse to be a piece of shit and hurt your family and friends. She’s always pulled stuff like this and it’s annoying. I did bad stuff when I was mentally breaking down, but my amount of apologizing doesn’t make it better or take away what I did. Actions show growth. And I’m not seeing any with her.

Philip Blake/The Governor - This man got on my nerves instantly. A lot of people say he was the best villain and he was the best season. I think he was absolutely annoying. He was some charismatic dipshit who fell just like Shane and many others did. But because he had a leadership position he comes off as “menacing”. He just annoyed me honestly. The episodes just about him are my least favorite episodes. Sorry. He’s fun to make a villain in fanfics but I don’t like him.

Morgan Jones - I know he’s in Fear now. But when Morgan came back to Rick and then went all “we mustn’t kill and be peaceful” and then fell and went wacky then ran off… I had no use for Morgan on the show. His back and forth with Carol was interesting at first but it was always gonna fail and that just annoyed me. I personally didn’t understand why he was brought back when there were other mentioned and past characters left on “IDK” that I feel would’ve been more interesting to bring back. Lenny is great. Love him. But I was glad Morgan went to Fear (I don’t watch Fear. Watched S1, gave up on it, don’t vibe with it…)

RJ Grimes - I’m horrible I know! I’m sorry. I think it’s cute Rick and Michonne have a kid but it seemed like a throw in to make Rick being gone sadder than it already was. And it does make it sad, but RJ isn’t really used. He’s not used like Judith is. Judith is older I know I know. But RJ doesn’t do anything that makes him stick out. He has scenes where they could write him out and reshoot the scene and you’d never know the kid was supposed to be there… I kinda feel the same about Hershel Jr too but we haven’t had much with him yet for me to feel him out besides think “Awww Glenn would love you to pieces” or “Beth would be such a good aunt to you” or “Hershel would absolutely cherish you”…. I know it’s to represent the future and finding peace to raise a kid in an apocalypse etc etc but… Meh lol 😅

I know some of these are gonna get my ass beat up. Sorrry… But anon asked and I’m gonna be honest sooo… Sorry kit sorry?

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Negan!Imagine-Part 1

Warning-mention of rape

“Get your fucking hands off of me,” I shouted,turning round to the Saviour who just slapped my ass, before punching him.

“Y/N/N!” Rick shouted-not in an angry tone, more of a concerned one.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling me into a hug.

“Is SHE okay?! That fucking bitch just punched me,” the saviour retorted. I felt like my blood was boiling in my veins, but Rick held me tighter in the hug, knowing that if he let go I’d do more than just him. 

“What the fuck is going on here?!” A deep, familiar voice boomed. 

“This fucking bitch attacked me out of nowhere!” The Saviour explained-normally I would’ve bitten back, but I was too caught up in my thoughts, trying to figure out why that voice was so familiar.

“Well, she certainly has a mean right fucking hook,” the man said, amusement in his voice. 

“Move out the way Rick; I wanna meet the girl who just punched one of my best fucking men,” the man ordered, and slowly Rick pulled away from the hug-and then I saw the owner of the voice. Negan. 

“Fucking hell, now you are a sight for sore eyes, princess,”Negan stated, walking closer towards me. 

“Y/N/N?You know him?” Rick asked, confusion and anger in his voice. Before I had time to answer him, Negan was dragging me away from Rick. 

“Me and Y/N/N need to have a little catch up-get the fuck back to work.” Negan ordered, to everyone, not just to his men but to Rick and the rest of the community. 

“Which house is yours, princess? Negan whispered in my ear,sending a chill down my spine. Not trusting my voice, I pointed to the small house at the end of the row of houses. When we were in the house, an awkward silence filled in the air. I couldn’t believe he was alive. Negan and I were together (not in a romantic sense) at the beginning of the apocalypse; he saved my life so many times-after a few months we started sleeping together-falling for each other, then we came across a group who had nothing, and Negan let them join us-soon after we got seperated and I never saw him again. 

“Never knew you could be so quiet, princess,”he drawled, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“It was you, wasn’t it?You’re the one who killed Glenn and Abrahahm-who’s terrorized us for months?!”I asked anger lacing my voice. 

“I was doing what I needed to fucking do, Y/N/N,” he explained bluntly,sitting down on the sofa opposite me. 

“What you needed to do?! That’s bullshit! You didn’t need to kill any of them!They’re good-”

“Good people?Like fuck they are!They’ve killed more of my men than any other fucking community around here, I needed to put them in fucking line and that, that was the only way I could make them under-fucking-stand,”Negan interrupted, his eyes piercing into me.

“Not got anything to say now, princess,”his tone going from serious to joking.

“There’s a lot of things I’d like to fucking say to you, Negan-but there’s not much point, I’d get more sense out of a walker,” I seethed.

“Careful, Y/N/N,” Negan warned.

“Or what? You gonna bash my head in as well,” I retorted.

“Why do you care so much about those fuckers anyway?” Negan asked.

“Because they’re good people!” I stated. 

“You sleeping with Rick the prick or something, princess, is that why you’re defending them?” He questioned,causing me to scoff and roll my eyes. 

“No, I’m not sleeping with Rick! He’s like a dad to me-”

“Ah, not a daddy then-guess you can only have one of those, right, princess?”He interrupted, his signature smirk coming upon his face, making me blush slightly. 

“They’re good people, Negan, that’s why I’m defending them,” I said as I regained my composure and made my way towards the door.

“We’re not finished here, Y/N/N,” Negan stated, grabbing my wrist lightly, making me flinch slightly. I couldn’t help it, but it was an instinct by now, but it did cause Negan to give me a very confused look. 

“Y/N/N?” He asked, worry lacing his voice as he moved so he was now standing infront of me.

“Let me go, Negan,” I whispered, trying to keep everything together. 

“Not until you tell me why you just fucking flinched,”he said.

“Negan-”

“Talk to me, princess,”he urged and as he said those words I could feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes; the flashbacks from what happened started to come back and I could feel myself shaking. 

“I was raped,” I whispered as my breathing got quicker. 

“Shit, princess,” Negan began, placing his hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him and by my own surprise his touch somewhat soothed me.

“Breathe, princess,c’mon, deep breaths, focus on me, you’re safe,” he soothed.

“I’ve got you, you’re okay,” he continued, soon the panic attack passed and Negan pulled me into a hug that I reciprocated. God, I’d missed him-something about him just calmed me. We stayed like that for a few moments, just wrapped up in eachothers embrace.

“You wanted to know why I defend them, how I know they’re good people? Because they saved me-the guys they were trying to beat me to death after what they did-Rick and Abraham stopped them from doing that-they saved my life. They brought me back here, they helped me,” I explained, both of us were still wrapped in one anothers arms, before I pulled away, remembering what he’d done. He wasn’t the same person he used to be, this world changed him and not for the better. 

“And then you killed him and Glenn, you terrorized Rick and this entire community-your men, the people you lead are a bunch of perverted creeps.”I stated.

“Princess-”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. I’m not your princess-not anymore, not after what’s happened, I can’t be.” I continued, feeling my heart break slightly as I did so. 

“It doesn’t have to fucking be like this, Y/N/N, we can work this shit out,”Negan countered. 

“Work shit out?! Negan you killed people who were like family to me! There’s no coming back from that...not even for you.” I said, walking past him and out of the house. I took a deep breath as I headed to Rick, knowing that I was going to have a lot of explaining to do-I just hoped he could still trust me; that they could all still trust me. 

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Part 2

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Save Me: Chapter 66 - What Is Left

~Hey guys! Chapter 66 is out now :) Thank you to all of you who have been reading Save Me from the start or have just joined our family now, I love you all!~

Molly finds herself protecting what is left and discovers the lengths she will go to keep the ones she cares about safe, while Negan asks Molly a question that hasn't been discussed in a long time.

A day had passed and I hadn't seen Negan or Lydia.

I waited for hours outside the cell, just praying that she would choose us.

If she wanted to leave, I would let her because I love her but I also just want her to be safe and I will get her to that place wherever it may be.

Gabriel brought her food three times a day but she refused to see me.

It was my fault that this happened to her so I understood why but it still stung like a bitch.

From sitting on the step outside the cell, I could clearly see the front gates and I would watch them religiously, just hoping that Negan would come back soon.

I knew that they were going far out and that integrating him into our community was key but I still worried about him.

Though I knew he was more than capable of handling himself out there, even without Lucille.

I always wrote Lydia little notes on small pieces of paper about all the ways in which she is strong just to remind her when she felt herself questioning it.

Today, I wrote another and posted it through the cell window, in between the bars as I heard it drop to the concrete floor.

I didn't know if she read them, but the sentiment was still there that I cared about her and that others did as well.

I sighed and started to stand up and walk home as it was getting dark when out of the corner of my eye I saw the gates slide open slowly.

I smiled and said 'thank god' as I ran down to the gates and jumped into Negan's arms.

He was covered in walker blood, so was Aaron.

I didn't ask what happened out there but I could tell by Negan's expression that something bad went down.

He propped me down gently and smiled as I said seductively 'c'mon let's go home, I have a treat for you'.

I grabbed his hand and made him follow me to the house.

Once we were inside, I pushed him against the wall as I kicked the door shut with my foot and crashed my lips against his.

He smirked as he burst into action, taking control of the kiss as his hands travelled up my waist until they landed on my jaw.

His lips tasted sweet and soft against mine but I could feel his hesitation like he was only doing this for me.

I moved us off the wall and manoeuvred over to the couch so I could straddle him.

He smiled gently and wrapped his arms around my waist as he sat up to hold me closer.

I teased him and stood up slowly as I hovered over him, planting a quick kiss on his lips before I started to slowly undress.

His smile faded and he grabbed my hand pulling me gently back to the couch.

I frowned and asked softly, 'what is it?'.

'I'm sorry, I want nothing more than to screw your goddamn brains out, truly' he said smirking which made me chuckle.

'But?' I asked slowly.

'But, there's something pressing on my mind' he replied.

I nodded and said, 'alright, what is it?'.

He looked down sadly and asked 'do you hate me for what I did to Glenn and Abraham?'.

I raised my eyebrows and looked down as I hesitated giving him a reply.

'I forgave you' I replied softly, barely believing it myself.

'It's not the same, do you hate me?' he asked again as I avoided his gaze.

'No, but I wanted to. I hated myself for not hating you, I felt like I owed it to my friends to hate you but I just couldn't. Every time that they would tell me that you were evil, I never saw you that way, even when I went to the Sanctuary' I said hesitantly.

'When I left you, I was heartbroken because I hated myself, not you. It killed me that you killed two people who were close to me, but the part that hurt the most was that I understood why and that if I was in your position, I would've done the same thing. It made me believe that I wasn't a good person, but maybe there is no good or bad in this world, just people who do whatever it takes to survive' I said softly.

He listened to every word until he finally understood and nodded as he wrapped an arm around me as I snuggled closer.

'I never slept at the Sanctuary, not until you. Maybe I got a few hours but never fully. I used to drink until the morning and then get straight back to work because being alone in my thoughts would haunt me. I never let myself stop or think, I just did what was necessary at the time for my people to survive. I only became a monster because that's what the world needed. I thought I needed to stop caring to be a great leader, but turns out I was very wrong. I regret what I did now, I wish I could take that pain away for these people, for you because I'm not that same guy anymore. I feel like myself again, just new and improved' he said softly as he leant his head against mine.

I reached up and kissed his cheek as he smiled.

'I don't think you're improved, I think it's always been in you' I said.

He chuckled, saying 'well, that's thanks to you Molly, you did that' as he kissed my forehead and stroked my hands.

I smiled and said softly 'I love you'.

'I love you too' he replied happily as he held me closer.

The following day...

I stood on the terrace, looking out onto the compound and over the fields as I oversaw the work.

I was in my own thoughts when I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around briskly.

It was Lydia.

She walked up hesitantly and came to stand next to me as we both watched the world go by.

'Hi' she said quietly as I said the same at the same time.

We both giggled and I started to apologise when she said 'I'm sorry Molly, you were trying your best to protect me and you didn't deserve my ungratefulness. I guess being here, being with you and Negan reminded me that the parents I had were gone and that my mother didn't love me'.

I just shook my head and said 'there's nothing to forgive' as I pulled her into a hug as I rested my head on hers.

'I want this, I wanna live here, with you and Negan because I love you both' she said softly which made me tear up.

'I love you too' I replied as I held her tightly.

'Oh, I almost forgot, I had this made for you' I said excitedly as I grabbed the wooden stick from my bedroom.

It had nunchucks on the ends and spiked edging for walkers.

Lydia's eyes lit up as she stared in awe at it.

'For me?' she asked happily.

I nodded, 'mhm, all yours. I even engraved your name on the side' I said pointing it out as we smiled.

'Do you like it?' I asked happily.

'I love it, thank you' she said.

'Can I go train with it?' she added.

'Of course, go see Aaron, he'll give you some tips' I said smiling as she ran out the house squealing with excitement which made me laugh.

Later on in the day, Rosita stopped by to talk.

She wanted to apologise for the way she acted about Negan and swore she just wanted me to be happy and safe.

We talked about our families, Rosita's daughter Coco and her boyfriend Gabriel and of course Negan and Lydia.

The topic of Negan was kept brief for obvious reasons as we both didn't wanna fight anymore, we had been for years and it was exhausting.

It was time to just finally support each other and not judge.

Speaking of judgement, I asked her about Eugene.

He was playing a large role in helping Rosita with Coco, sometimes even more so than Siddiq or Gabriel (the father and the boyfriend).

Rosita told me that it was complicated, because she had feelings for him and he did for her but she loved Gabriel and would never hurt him.

The fact that she opened up to me about this stuff, made me realise that through thick and thin, we could fight like families do but we would always have each other's back.

I couldn't tell her anymore than she already knew in her heart and that was to be with whoever she found herself gravitating to.

Not just sexually or romantically, but practically, who was the person she wanted to share things with?

That's how I knew Negan and I were real, we had a deeper connection than most when we met, one that was greater than the both of us.

I had to cut our talk short because Michonne told me she was going to Oceanside with Judith and RJ for weapons and other resources.

So I would be leader again while she was gone and with Luke leading Hilltop, I felt positive about the coming war.

Everyday I would receive updates from them about how everyone was doing and the current situation, whisperers, hoards, that sort of thing.

The whisperers hadn't found their way to Oceanside as far as we knew, so we usually used it for training and the holding of weapons.

Each day when Michonne would call, Judith would always tell me who beat who at chess and brag that she killed the most walkers, just like her Auntie Molly.

Michonne and I would always laugh and joke about this, but there was always a serious undertone that the whisperers could attack at any moment and that we should always be prepared.

I had to protect everyone and make sure we all could fight well so when Connie and Kelly had asked if they could join them, I granted it because the other day, Kelly had a run in in the woods with a walker and she couldn't hear it behind her.

She wasn't bit, but it screwed with her head, so I asked Daryl to go with them just in case while I stayed at Alexandria.

I knew that Daryl wouldn't say no to helping Connie anyway, so I could rely on him to keep them safe on their journey, plus the beach would be peaceful.

So, we were almost near the cusp of war.

Our people were training hard and fighting in different communities, but all fighting for the same thing - our future.

[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 197 - The Weak Link

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

Chapter 196- The Weak Link

[Simon confronts Negan about the major change in leadership he wants for the Sanctuary...]

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Blake paled a little at the tone of Simon's voice.

For there was the mustachioed man, standing in amongst a small group of men, looking as cool and as collected as ever.

But there was something about his demeanour that was different today. Something that reminded her a little of David.

Simon stood there, arms folded, a smile on his face as he peered up at her and Negan.

Beside her, Blake heard the leader of the Saviours let out a harsh growl beneath his breath. But Negan was clever. And so kept a calm resolve as he pushed back from the railing a little, a wide and deadly grin flicking up onto his lips.

"So," hissed Negan easily, although his voice still echoed through the large expansive dining hall. "This some kind of welcome home party?"

He looked to Blake for a second.

"'Cause as flattered as I am, I would've thought some of my best men would have had better things to be fuckin' doin' at past-midnight on a Friday evenin'."

His tone was playful, but Blake knew that behind it, there was something else bubbling. Something furious and irritated.

There was silence for a short moment or two where nobody spoke.

But it was predictably Simon who finally did, raising his chin, and moving his hands to both his hips, keeping his shark-like eyes fixed on Negan all the while.

"You know, Boss," said Simon in an oily voice.. "We were actually all just waiting up to speak to you…."

Almost at once Blake felt Negan bristle beside her, his jaw tensing and his eyes becoming dark.

"Y'see there's been somethin' buggin' us for a while-" continued Negan's right hand man, pacing his way methodically across the concrete floor below.

But Negan didn't let him finish.

"When you say us, does that mean all of you, or jus' you, Si?" growled the dark-haired man, blackened eyes narrowed.

But Simon gave an easy laugh, pointing up at Negan. "I see what you're doing," he said nodding, before coming to stand still again, in the centre of the circle of men. "But we're all in agreement here, I can assure you."

At this Negan licked at his lips, blinking hard.

"About what?" he merely uttered in a dark voice, taking a step forward, his fingers tensing around the yellow railing in front of him, looking like he was trying to stave off his pure fury at being spoken to like this.

Blake didn't want to speak, feeling the thick and ugly tension that filled the room, as she held on, standing just a little behind Negan, watching Simon as he opened his mouth to speak again.

"Rick," said Simon coolly, the smile sliding from his lips as he spoke the name. "And how, yet again, we let him, his son, and those….people-"

For the briefest of seconds, Blake noticed Simon's eyes flick to her.

"-walk out of here alive and well."

Simon looked back to his men grimacing.

"Do you realise how weak that makes us all look?" he finished finally, with a shake of his head.

So that was what all this was about.

Negan letting Rick go?

Blake gave a gulp realising suddenly that all of this, it was because of her.

If she hadn't been here, none of this would be an issue. A cold sense of dread washing over her at the thought that this is what Simon and these men had been ruminating on.

But as ever, Negan remained calm and collected, lowering his eyes to the ground, pushing himself from the railing before him and giving a slow nod.

"Well, shit," said the dark-haired man making for the staircase beside them. "I am sorry that you all fuckin' think that…"

He paused, silence filling the room as Negan slowly paced down the metal staircase down towards Simon, taking the steps one-by-one on his long legs.

"So...what? You all decided you have a problem with the way I do things around here? With the way I rule?"

Everyone remained quiet at his words, a harsh silence falling across the room.

Blake could feel how tense the atmosphere was.

Everyone, including her, waiting with bated breath for Negan to yell, to lash out, to get angry.

But none of that came.

For here, right now, there was only Negan, as smirking and arrogant as ever, pacing across the concrete floor, into the circle of men, coming to stop six or so foot away from where Simon was stood.

But the mustachioed man kept his resolve, keeping his hands on his hips, fingers drumming away against the pockets of his jeans.

"We're all thinking the same thing, Negan," said Simon finally, lifting his chin defiantly. "That you've gotten soft. That you've forgotten how we do things around here. How we've always done things."

Blake moved a little closer to the railing, peering down at the men below, placing both her hands to the yellow bar, her fingers tensing around it.

"Have I?" replied Negan in a low and hard drawl, his eyes flashing dangerously in the shadowed room, betraying his easy smirk.

But Simon pressed on, looking around confidently at his men as he spoke.

"We've all seen it...things changing...and not for the better," said Simon in an icy voice.

But Negan narrowed his dark eyes, cutting across his right hand man.

"And, what? You think you could do a better job, huh?"

Silence fell across the space once more as Simon gave another cold laugh.

"Well...now you mention it…" he uttered clearly. "Maybe it's time things changed around here."

Blake's knuckles were now white as she clenched the railing, watching the scene before her unfold, her blood running, all of a sudden, cold in her veins.

She knew now that Negan shouldn't be down there. Surrounded. Goaded into being in this situation.

His 'loyal men' could so easily be the ones to end him here and now.

But Negan didn't seem perturbed by any of it, merely giving a chuckle of his own, eyes on the floor now as he paced around the inside of the circle of men, Lucille swinging easily from his hand as he walked.

Even now he certainly was an imposing figure.

Tall, broad shouldered, with that glint in his eyes that gave nothing away about what he was thinking.

"You really think it's that easy?" Negan chuckled, leaning back on his long legs and gesturing in the air with his free hand. "You strap on a pair of big boy balls an' think you can take care of this place? Take care of these people?"

Negan looked up now, stopping still, his eyes meeting with Simon's.

"'Cause I know a goddamn pussy when I see one, Si," he continued. "An', shit. You are one big motherfuckin' pussy."

Blake saw Simon blink a couple of times at the vulgarness of Negan's words.

But Negan didn't seem to be done, resuming in his pacing, circling around Simon like a prowling tiger, eyes never leaving him, not once.

"You really fuckin' think these men are on your side," he uttered, with a smirk. "You think when it comes down it, they'd be loyal to you?"

Simon visibly swallowed before answering.

"I do," he replied in a voice far quieter than the one he had used just a moment ago.

He sounded a little unsure of himself now, but carried on anyway in a tone full of spite.

"I'm definitely not the only one who think that this place has gone to shit since you shacked up with the Alexandrian" he uttered as Blake felt a hard lump appear in her throat. "An' judging by the way you let her strut around, letting Rick and his people into our gates and then back out again. I really dont think I'm the one that's the pussy here, Boss."

Blake's hands dropped from the railing in front of her taking a small step back.

Is that all she was to them?

Still an outsider? Still an Alexandrian?

All she had done was try and support these people, love them as a family. And yet people like Simon somehow still didn't see that.

To them she was a traitor.

But although Blake stood there silently, letting Simon's hurtful words settle into her head. Negan didn't.

His face, for the first time, twisting into a furious grimace.

"You know what, Simon," Negan hissed out, between bared teeth. "I am more than happy to stand here listening to you talkin'' shit about the way I do things...about the way I rule."

With that he took a sudden step forwards, eyes as black as the sky outside.

"But no one, an' I mean no one, fuckin' talks about her like she ain't one of us," he uttered in a deadly tone.

And in that moment, everyone in the room knew who he was talking about, several eyes flicking up towards Blake as she stood there, eyes wide and nervous.

"Cause you can all say what you like about me goin' soft, about me letting that shit with Grimes slide, but her…"

Negan glanced up at Blake for the briefest of seconds now.

"...you don't talk about her like she hasn't made this place ten times the place it once was. I mean, shit! Without her you'd still be rationin' off a can of beans for the week, rather than goin' to sleep with bellies full of fresh fuckin' food. An' you think I'd be lettin' half of you get away with the shit I know you're all gettin' away with?"

Negan turned to some of the men behind him.

"NOPE! An' that shit...well that shit is all down to her bein' here."

Negan gave a sniff, before turning back to Simon.

"An' you know what. If you dont like that, then lets see you step on up here an' tell me face to fuckin' face."

And with that, and with a hard grunt, Negan, with one swing, bashed the barbed end of Lucille against the concrete floor below him, causing everyone in the room to jump in fright at the sound as it reverberated along the walls surrounding them all.

Nobody moved, and Blake felt herself hold her breath in fear of what was about to happen, knowing full well what the outcome of ten or so men against Negan, even with Lucille in his hand, would be.

But to her surprise it was only an uneasy looking Simon who took a step towards the dark haired Saviour, scowling at the men around him as he did so.

The men who had so obviously ten minutes ago, been on his side.

But nevertheless Simon still looked as defiant as ever, lifting his chin arrogantly.

But, with her eyes shifting anxiously to Negan, Blake noticed that leader of the Saviours was now smiling that ominous wolf-like grin of his.

"Well, fuck, Si," Negan eased out, breaking the quiet finally. "Seems like you're on your own for this one."

Simon stood there still unmoving as he kept his eyes fixed to Negan.

"Me and Dwight-"

But the mustachioed man was suddenly cut across by another crack from Lucille bashing against the floor.

"NO, SIMON! YOU WANTED THIS. THIS SHIT HAS TO BE ON YOU!" shouted Negan loudly, causing Blake to finch back at the furious sound of his voice.

Blake could see Negan's shoulders tensed. Visibly seething, and not for the first time tonight.

Dwight seemed to be nowhere to be seen, and Blake wondered if this was all one big set up.

Negan spoke again, his voice very slightly quieter this time, but still with just as much impact as his last sentence.

"Shit, you know as fickle as these damn sons-of-bitches are," he said gesturing to the men around him with a wave of his gloved hand over his broad shoulder. "They have been fuckin' loyal when it counts. And most of all...they know who they are…"

Negan took a sudden looming step forwards, coming to stop just a foot away from Simon now.

"You know who you are, Si?"

There was silence now. With Simon not even opening his mouth to speak.

Negan raised a single dark eyebrow at this.

"No?" Negan uttered with contempt in his voice. "Well let's test this out shall we?"

Negan took a step backwards now, addressing the crowd of men around him.

"WHO ARE YOU?" he suddenly bellowed, only to get an immediate reply from the crowd in unison.

"NEGAN."

The sound of the reply seemed to fill the entire space, and Blake swallowed hard looking to Simon now, almost feeling pity for the man who had tried to stab Negan in the back…

….as he stood there looking very alone in the world right now.

Negan turned back to his right hand man.

"You might want to reconsider your earlier stance, Si," he murmured. "'Cause I know it feels like shit to take a fuckin' bow an' admit when you're wrong. But I've gonna say...its gonna be much fuckin' easier in the longrun if you do."

And with that, Negan, with a low growl stepped into Simon, coming to stand nose-to-nose with the tall man.

"Who are you?" the dark haired Saviour asked in a voice as deadly as an approaching predator.

And Simon, with his eyes fixed to Negan's answered.

"Simon."

Blake instantly closed her eyes with regret at the words... knowing full well what was about to happen now…

THWACK.

Blake's green eyes snapped open at the sound, to see Simon staggering backwards clutching his middle.

By the looks of it he had been hit with full force in the stomach with Lucille, and Blake found herself blinking rapidly, as a sudden flashback of David being dealt the same fate by her own hand, swam clear in her vision.

Simon let out a groan, doubling over, shifting hurriedly away from the dark haired Saviour.

But unfortunately for him, Negan was unrelenting, advancing on the mustachioed man.

"Who are you?" repeated Negan again, giving Simon a second to speak.

But when there came no answer, Negan grasped the back of his neck roughly with his Lucille-bearing hand, punching Simon square in the face with the other.

From the circle of men surrounding them, no one moved. The irony of those who had stood, so loyal with Simon, and yet here they were watching his fate unfold before their eyes.

Simon was knocked off balance, falling backwards, ass-first to the floor, nose now bloody, splatters of red covering his entire face.

He didn't fight back, merely spawled there, almost waiting for the next blow to come with the last shred of dignity he had in tact.

"Who are you?" repeated Negan again.

But still there came no answer from Simon's lips, as Negan, visibly seething, marched up to him once more, crouching over him and throwing another hard punch across his face.

Blake watched the scene unfold, unable to take her eyes away from the grotesque spectacle.

Simon, lying on his back and breathing hard, coughed with great difficulty, blood pouring from his mouth and nose as he did so. His eyes were already dark and puffy and his skin blossoming with bruises.

Resigning himself to hisfate now, knowing that he had been stabbed in the back by men who had turned on him like they had promised they would turn on Negan.

It was almost poetic.

But even so, Blake lifted a hand to her mouth, watching as Negan tossed down Lucille and punched at Simon's face...again and again…

...just as he had done with Rick…

And both, in Blake's eyes at least, were justified.

This was the reason he was a leader.

This was the reason he had climbed to the top, never looking back, using his ruthlessness and anger to his advantage...using it when he needed it the most...using it on those with no respect, no morals, no understanding of just what Negan had sacrificed to be here.

Even from her position up here on the balcony, the blonde woman could hear Simon desperately gasping for air as Negan pulled back furiously, after laying on blow after blow to his right hand man's face until he looked almost unrecognisable.

Negan was crouched there now, teeth bared, looking like an animal ready to tear the throat out of his prey.

And, lifting Simon up by his shirt collar, leant his face close to the man's bloody one and uttered three single words...

"Who are you?"

Everything was quiet now, time almost standing still, as Blake held her breath.

She wasn't sure now if she wanted Simon dead for what he had done. For trying to betray them both.

Would he have been as forgiving to Negan if this had been the other way around?

But both Blake and Negan had already been responsible for another man's death today.

And despite what she knew should be done, her heart seemed to be betraying her, pounding in her chest at a hundred miles an hour, her palms sweaty, her face white...knowing what Negan was about to do…

"...Negan…" came a sudden rasping voice.

Simon's.

Blake looked to the man, lying bloodied and beaten as he spoke again.

"Negan," he repeated in a hoarse voice,that was just about audible. "I-I'm Negan."

And with that, Negan let go of Simon's shirt collar, allowing is head to drop back down against the concrete floor behind him with a dull thud.

With a hard sniff, Negan got to his feet, picking up Lucille as he did so, as Simon continued to groan on the floor behind him, spluttering up more blood onto his chin. Defeated.

"You see that? Loyalty? That shit needs to be earned," Negan bellowed in a sudden loud voice. "By any fuckin' means nesccasary."

He bashed his baseball bat against the ground again, hard, causing the crack to echo throughout the room.

"This is why we do what we do. This is why we are the Saviours," he continued scowling and turning on the spot to look at all the men surrounding him. "Because we earn that shit. That loyalty."

He paused for a moment, his face twisting into a dark malevolent grimace.

"And you'all better be fuckin' thankful Peaches up here exists," he said in a sudden low and denagrous voice, spinning arond on his heel and ponting at the men around him with the end of his bat. "Because if she didn't, if she hadn't've come here an' made. me . soft, well...for that shit you all just pulled, you'd all be strung up on that fence out there."

Negan bared his teeth angrily.

"Every last one of you."

His words hung in the air for a long moment, filling the room with a harsh tension that was only broken when Negan finally spoke again.

"Now get this piece of shit outta my damn sight," he said pointing at the groaning Simon one last time before turning on his heel and moving back over to the staircase. "An' trust me when I say. That if any of you boys try this shit again, you'll be dead before you know what's happenin'. Now fuck off. All of you."

The men all around instantly did as they were told, lifting Simon up from under his arms and taking him from the room, as the rest of them dispersed by the time Blake had moved to the top of the stairs leading down to where Negan now stood.

She waited until the last men was gone, leaving them all alone, watching as they went before she turned back to Negan.

"You alright, Darlin'?" he asked in a voice far different from the one he had just used on his men, full of pure concern for her now.

And Blake didn't answer until she had reached the bottom step, coming to stand in front of the dark-haired Saviour, staring up into his eyes and tilting her head to the side.

"Are you alright?" she said lifting a hand to his cheek.

What had happened here tonight...it was all down to her being here. Her being a part of Negan's life.

Negan nodded, lifting his free hand and placing it on top of hers.

"Me? I'm fine, Darlin'. Ain't the first time these sorry shits have tried to overthrow this place, an' I guarantee you it won' be the last," he said, pressing his lips into straight line before letting out a huff of air.

"I'm sorry," said Blake after a moment, giving a sad shake of her head. "I feel like all this...its all my fault. Simon was right. I was the one who let Carl and Tara in here. I'm the one who's been trying to change this place. Change you."

But Negan frowned at her words, giving a shake of his own dark head now. "You don' need to listen to anythin' that asshole-"

"I'm the weak link, Negan," Blake said, cutting across him.

But at her words, Negan took a step back, causing Blake's hand to drop from his cheek as he stared at her, frowning.

"Blake, listen to me, Darlin', " he said using her name properly now. "You are anythin' but a damn weak link. I mean, shit. If it wasn' for you, this place would still be runnin' on empty. An' I meant what I said back there, you have made this damn shitty place ten times what it was."

Blake looked at him, worrying at her bottom lip a little but nodded, understanding that perhaps he was right.

She had learned from her mistakes. Learned that Tara and Rick and Carl and the others, they weren't heroes. Far from it. And the Saviours, well they weren't so different either. Everyone has flaws. Everyone does things they regret. And Blake knew now that if she wanted to survive in this world, she needed to fight to protect what she loved. She needed to be as strong as Negan had proved himself to be all this time.

"And I meant what I said last night," Blake uttered quietly now. "It's them and us now. And...you know what? Simon was wrong..."

And with that, Blake stared deep into Negan's eyes.

"I'm not an Alexandrian. I never was," she said firmly, "I'm a Saviour."

At her words Negan, blinked, a look of pure awe dancing across his tanned features as he stared down at her.

And before Blake could say anything more, Negan had reached down and grasped her hand in his, pulling it to his mouth and pressing single firm and meaningful kiss to her knuckles.

"Oh...you certainly fuckin' are, Peaches."

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[the-mykie-show]

Leather and Lace (Neganxreader)

Before the apocalypse Negan was your favorite teacher who you also had a massive crush on, the two of you are reunited in Alexandria and you discover that the fire between you is far from extinguished. 

Gif is not mine, full credit to the maker. 

Requested by @you-are-electric-temptation-girl 

*rating* explicit. 

*Warnings* Negan's potty mouth, graphic descriptions of sex, Negan tormenting Rick, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral sex, fingering, come licking, leather kink, student/teacher relationship, age gap, underage sex mentioned but never actually happened, mention of death and Canon typical violence. 

“they're here!” you heard someone whisper from the crowd that had gathered around the gates of Alexandria, fear in all their eyes as they watched Rick open the gate for the convoy of Saviors here to collect their tribute. 

You weren't there on the night of the lineup where the Savior’s leader had brutally killed two Alexandrians in retaliation for Rick taking out a Savior outpost with the help of Jesus and the Hilltop, but Negan wasn't a common name, and the odds that you knew the brutal leader were looking more and more likely. 

Negan was your teacher before the outbreak, not only was he your favorite teacher, you also had a massive crush on him. So massive it was embarrassing, you were very grateful he never found out. Not only was Negan married, he'd also never sleep with an underage girl. 

A demented little voice in the back of your head reminds you that you're not underage anymore if the leader of the Saviors is really the same Negan. 

You turned 18 a few months after the world fell, if the apocalypse would've waited another 2 weeks you would have graduated with honors. Instead you and your family fled to the Alexandria Safe Zone where you'd lived ever since, and your entire high school career seemed like a different lifetime, Negan included. 

When the gates opened your suspensions were confirmed. 

It was definitely your Negan. He looked different now, he'd traded in his old gym t-shirt and running shoes for a leather jacket and biker boots, he looked older, with more lines on his face and grey hairs in the scruff on his jaw, and he wore his hair different now, slicked back and shaved down shorter on the sides. He was still just as hot as you remembered him, maybe even hotter if that was even possible. 

He stops to talk with Rick, grinning from ear to ear, and obviously getting off on tormenting Alexandria's leader. You were a little ashamed of yourself for thinking it, but you would love to get him off in another way. 

He asks to see the armory as his men park their trucks and start looking for things to take, Rick begrudgingly begins walking toward the armory with Negan following behind him looking absolutely gleeful. 

He looks up and makes eye contact with you, and you see immediately that he recognizes you. 

“Holy shit! Y/N? Is that really you?” you nod, you're a little surprised he actually remembers you, but part of you couldn't be happier. 

“Yeah, it's really me.” the Alexandrians look shocked. 

“Well hot damn. You been here all along?” he asks. 

“Yup, pretty much since the start.” 

“You know what Ricky? I think I'd rather take the tour with Y/N here, we got some catching up to do.” Rick looks irritated and so done with Negan's shit he's probably actually glad he doesn't have to give Negan the tour. He nods exasperatedly. 

Negan throws his arm over your shoulder and you walk to him to armory with several Saviors in tow.

“So you're like what? A warlord now?” you finally break the silence. 

“Not exactly, although I do rule with an iron fist. I keep my people alive and relatively well off, that's more than most can say these days.” 

“What about your wife? Lucille?” 

He looks sad “She died, cancer, right after the outbreak.” he swings the barbed wire wrapped baseball bat down off his shoulder holding it up on display. “This is all I have left of her, named her Lucille after her.” 

“Oh, I'm really sorry Negan.” 

“What about that boyfriend you had? He still around?” he asked as you open the door to the armory, he waves the Saviors off and they take up guard by the door, which Negan closes behind you and locks. You feel like that should make you nervous but it doesn't. 

“Didn't make it, he died in an altercation with another group.” 

“I'm sorry, that's rough kid.” 

You shrug “It was hard but it wasn't like we were married, not like you and Lucille. I'm passed it. ” he picks up one of the guns and starts turning it over in his hand before removing the clip and examining the bullets. 

“Can I just be honest for second?” he hands you the gun and picks up another. 

“I wouldn't expect anything less.” you wonder if always knew guns this well or if it was a skill he acquired post apocalypse. 

 “I always thought that guy was a douchebag and you deserved better.” he admits and you laugh. 

“He was kind of a douchebag wasn't he?” he holds up two guns weighing his options. 

“Oh yeah, definitely. Don't know you ever saw in his.” you didn't know what you expected from Negan, but it wasn't this, it wasn't playful flirty banter. 

“Okay, ya know…” you start to say but he cuts you off. 

“I thought about you, after. Wondered if you made it, I went to your house after Lucille passed, but you were already gone.” 

“Why?” you ask. 

“I didn't want to be alone.” he admitted, the look in his eyes tells you that he was alone, and probably alone for quite a while after that. “And then I came across this group of men, not that they even deserve to be called that… the shit they were doing to women in their group- God it was so fucked up. All I could think about for the longest time was wondering if you were with people like them.” you were genuinely surprised and touched by his words. 

Almost immediately his smug smirk returns with a vengeance. 

“You used to have the biggest fucking crush on me back in the day.” you want to deny it, but you can already feel your blush heating up your checks and you know there's no point in trying to play it off. 

“For what it's worth I had a thing for you too.” he says while loading up some of the guns he chose into a duffle bag. You're too shocked for words and all you can do is stare at him. 

“Probably would have acted on it if you weren't so young and my student too.” 

You don't think before you speak and the next words out of your mouth come as a surprise even to you. “Well I'm so young anymore, and not your student.” 

“Are you saying what I think you're saying?” he asks, and when you see that sexy smirk cross his face you can't help but feel you're making the right choice. 

“Maybe, what do you think I'm saying?” he pushes you up against the wall, pinning you in with his body, and his hand raises to brush your check, while he leans in close to your ear. 

“I think you're saying you want me to bend you over this table and fuck your brains out.” you feel his breath on your ear and a rush of warmth goes straight to your core. 

Your hands grab the lapels of his leather jacket, he smells just as good as you remember, like whiskey and leather with a hint of something spicy and masculine that reminds you of a forest somehow. 

You lean in and kiss him, which he returns in full, quickly taking control of the kiss with one hand grabbing a handful of your hair and the other sliding down over the curve of your ass. His tongue slips in your mouth, making you moan against his lips.

He breaks the kiss, his hand going to the zipper of his jacket. “Take off your clothes babygirl.” 

Negan's lips are against your neck when you regain the brain power to protest “We can't Negan, not in here. Someone will hear us.” 

“It's fine, I got guards on the door, they won't let anyone in.” he reassures you. “Just relax and trust me,” he whispered against your ear, softly nipping your ear lobe on the way down your neck, planting kisses and sucking on your skin as he went. Once he reaches the juncture of your neck and shoulder you feel his hand snake under your shirt “Can I take your shirt off?” you nod letting out a shaky breath as he pulls your shirt over your head,leaving your bra on he stands back and takes your body in. 

His hands slide down to button of your jeans, popping it and sliding the zipper down, “Take off your pants and touch yourself for me.” you find yourself immediately following his orders, toeing off your boots and stripping your jeans off, wiggling your ass as you pull them down, putting on a show for him. 

Once they're off and you're left in your bra and panties you let your hand drift to your core. 

“Just over the panties.” your fingers trace the arousal that had already soaked through your panties, and rubbed yourself through the lacy fabric desperate for some friction, just when you fall into a rhythm and it really starts to feel good Negan's hand grabs your wrist, stopping you from pleasuring yourself. 

Your hand is replaced with his, and you feel his leather clad fingers move your panties over and slip into your folds, you have to bite your lip to hold in your moan of pure pleasure at the feeling of smooth leather, slick with your arousal, teasing your clit. 

“Damn darlin’ you're fucking dripping. You that happy to see me?” his fingers slip lower, the tip of one teasing your entrance, and God do you want him to fuck you with them so badly. 

“Or is it just that you haven't gotten off in a while? Tell me, how long has it been since somebody touched you like this?” 

“Awhile.” you admit, whimpering with need. 

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to slip my fingers into that tight little pussy and fuck you until you come?” something about his voice made your walls clench. 

“Yes!” you practically whine. 

“Good girl.” he smirks and then presses two fingers inside you with one smooth flick of his wrist. The feeling of leather inside you is a little strange but definitely not unwelcome, there's something so arousing about it. His thumb rubs your clit in slow rhythmic circles while his fingers find that perfect spot deep inside you that makes you throb in all of the right places. 

It doesn't take long before your on the brink of your orgasm. 

“You always this responsive to a little finger fucking?” he asks. 

“No, I think it's the leather.” you admit with a moan, starting to thrust your hips against his hand. 

“If I knew you liked it kinky I might have just fucked you back in the day.” he admits with a wink, still stroking your sweet spot perfectly. 

“Now come for me, show me how good I make you feel.” it only takes two more thrusts of his fingers and you come around them, the leather feels even more amazing rubbing against your walls when your body is clenched with pleasure. 

When he pulls his hand from between your legs it's soaked in your juices. 

You lean against the table behind you, still coming down from your high, but Negan has other ideas and leans down to kiss you again, he pulls your panties down to join your jeans and shirt on the floor. 

Slipping his tongue in your mouth as his hands slide down to the curve of your ass, giving you a little squeeze before lifting your up and sitting you down on the table. 

He drops to his knees in front of you, hands sliding up your inner thighs to part your legs his smug smirk staying on his lips until his mouth starts exploring your folds. 

His tongue laps at your clit and teases your entrance before dipping inside your already desperately needy pussy. He alternates between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit, the combination of the two is enough to make your eyes roll back in your head. 

You would almost swear your crush on Negan was just women's intuition trying to point you in the direction of a man who knew how to lick pussy at this point. 

And oh my God did he know exactly what he was doing, your thighs rest over his shoulders, while you desperately move your hips against his mouth, needing his tongue to be everywhere at once. 

You lean on your elbows and make yourself open your eyes and look down. The sight of Negan on his knees with his tongue inside you is enough to put you on the edge of another orgasm, and all it takes to push you over that edge is one more soft lick up your clit. You have to bite your lip to keep from immediately alerting all of Alexandria that you just let their worst enemy make you come on his fingers and then lick you clean until you came again. 

Negan finally pulls away from your folds once he's satisfied he's lapped up all your come. 

“Damn babygirl, you must've been so needy for that it hurt.” he wasn't wrong, you felt so satisfied but also still achy and needy, you needed to be fucked. You needed to feel his cock inside you, filling you up and stretching you. He reaches down and starts undoing his belts, and opening his pants. 

“Now I'm gonna fuck you, nice and hard, until you come on my cock.” 

He drops his pants and you aren't really surprised to see he's very well endowed, long and thick, he's already rock hard and dripping precome. 

He pulls you down off the table, turning you around and bending you over it and gently kicking your legs further apart. 

His hand squeezes your ass again and gives it a light smack. 

“You have a fantastic ass, maybe I'll fuck it next.” he whispers in your ear before taking his tip and lining it up with your entrance. 

He slides in slowly, you can feel every single inch of him stretching you, you can even feel the vein on the underside of his cock, the angle is perfect and makes you feel so deliciously full. 

“Fuck you're tight.” he moans starting to thrust, he finds a perfect rhythm and angle, it makes you lose your breath every time he fills you again with each thrust, and you whimper and moan every time his head hits that spot inside you that makes your walls clench tighter and your toes curl. 

“Goddamn babygirl if you keep squeezing my cock like that I ain't going to last much longer.” he groans still thrusting hard in and out of you. 

You whithred against him, desperate for another orgasm, and then you feel his gloved hand between your legs, the tip of his finger rubbing your clit. 

“oh!” you moan in a combination of pleasure and surprise, his leather clad fingers rubbing and teasing your already so sensitive and swollen clit combined with his cock filling you so completely is enough to make you almost scream in pure pleasure. 

“Negan!” you moan his name as you feel the coil of pleasure start to build in your core.

“That's it baby, come for me.” he says against your ear. And you feel your third orgasm wash over you, your walls clenching him so tight it feels like you're exploding with how full you are, while his fingers rub your clit all the way through your orgasm.

When the last spasm fades you fall limp on the table and he stops rubbing your clit, but keeps roughly fucking you until he reaches his own release, and you feel his come spill inside you, making you moan again as the hot spurts of his come fill your overstimulated core. 

He turns you around, giving you a kiss and gently stroking your hair. 

“That's my dirty girl, you took my cock so good.” he takes a washcloth off a shelf and gently wipes you clean. 

You lean there against the table, still undressed and dripping wet, while he grabs the rest of the guns he wants, tucking them inside the duffle bag. 

“After what we just did I feel like it would be wrong not to offer you a place at the Sanctuary. You would have everything you could possibly want, you would be protected and taken care of, you'd stand at my side and be treated like a queen. And most importantly, we could do what we just did every night. It's all yours if you want it.” you start to dress yourself again, you assume that the Alexandrians are probably getting suspicious at this point. 

“I don't know Negan… how would I explain that to Rick and everyone else? What would they think of me if they knew?” you buckle your belt back in place, and fix your hair, trying to make it at least reasonably like it did when you walked in here. As if that would somehow cover up the smell of sex on both of you. 

“Does it matter what they think? It's your body, you're free to do whatever you want with it, or let me do whatever I want with it.” he said with a grin. “And you won't have explain shit, I'll do the talking and there's not fuck all Rick can do about it.” 

“I don't know. Can I think about it?” you ask. 

“Yeah, of course. I'm not forcing you to do anything, and I won't ever. The agreement is completely consensual.” he takes you in his arms again, “I'll be back next week, and you can let me know what you decide then. Until then thanks for the awesome fuck,” he digs in the pocket of his leather jacket and pulls out an extra black leather glove that matches the one on his hand that he fucked you with, and puts it in your hand “And if you just can't wait that long, here's a little something to remember me by. There's a catch though, if you play with yourself wearing this, you have to let me watch next time.” somehow that doesn't sound like a catch to you, but rather a good time. 

“Deal” you say, and he kisses you, roughly nipping at your bottom lip when he pulls away. 

He grabs his bag of guns and opens the door to a very confused looking Rick, leaving you standing in the armory with his come dipping out of you and his leather glove in your hand. 

He shoots you a sexy crooked smirk over his shoulder “See you around sweetheart.” 

[thewalkingdeadimaginings]

Late Night With You

So it's like Dwight is being locked in Alexandria and he's tied up in that room and Rick and the others are treating him like shit, but the reader likes him and she feels sorry for him, so she takes advantage of the fact that he is "tied" in that room and "alone" 😏 and she gives him some sexy time afterwards she'll admit her feelings for him?

I got a request to do a one shot for Daryl where he and the reader reunited when the group all meet up at Hilltop after Daryl’s escape from the sanctuary. I remembered that I had done a one shot of that some time ago so if you’d like to read that, click here! So, instead we’ll be moving on to a Dwight request! 😊 doing Dwight smut is definitely outside my comfort zone cause I’m not used to writing smut for a character I myself am not attracted to. I’m down for a challenge! Haha! So hopefully, you guys like it! <3 thanks for the love as always! And I didn’t mention this last time, but I also want to thank you for your kind words when my dog died. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. As silly as it may sound, it was somewhat of a traumatic experience and I am still heartbroken over her death. SO THANK YOU <3333

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Too many lives had been snatched away or destroyed with this war. Negan wouldn’t back down and Rick certainly wasn’t going to surrender. Both of them would keep going until it was just the two of them standing. Negan had terrorized everyone for far too long and had to be stopped. The world could thrive once he was gone.

Rick and some of the others had left to assist Maggie’s group at Hilltop. It wasn’t clear how long they would be gone but you and Rosita were keeping an eye on Alexandria while they were gone. You were going through all of the ammo and guns the group had recently acquired from the mysterious new group from the junkyard. You and Aaron were writing down everything you had as your old inventory had been swiped by Negan a few weeks ago during his first visit.

“Do you think we’ll be able to win this, Aaron?” you asked. Aaron had been quiet while you worked. He hadn’t been the same since losing Eric. The wounds were still fresh.

“We have to,” Aaron replied, “We don’t have any other choice. If we lose, we die.”

“That’s true,” you mumbled, “I really thought I’d seen it all, you know? Never been through something so crazy.”

“I don’t think crazy really covers it,” Aaron said, cracking a bit of a smile. You two shared a quick laugh before continuing with your work. After that, you worked in silence until Carl came into the armory, his blue eyes widened in shock. It might not have been urgent as he wasn’t moving quickly but he was still fidgeting anxiously.

“Carl?” you said, “What’s wrong?”

“Rosita needs you,” Carl replied, “Someone’s here. From the sanctuary.”

“What?!” you exclaimed, “Who?!”

“Just come on,” Carl said, “Rosita put him in the jail cell.”

“Sure,” you said, “Cover me here?”

Carl nodded and took your seat as you hurried to join Rosita at the jail cell. Who in the world would show up to Alexandria from Negan’s side? Especially all alone. It had to have been a trap. They would keep him here and the other saviors would infiltrate somehow. That had to be the angle.

Bursting into the room, you nearly stumbled as you entered, “Rosita?! Rosita! Carl told me to come here. What’s going on? Who came here?”

Rosita didn’t seem as shaken as Carl. She was bouncing from one foot to the other but was otherwise calm, “Do you remember Dwight, Y/N?”

“The one who killed Denise, wasn’t he?” you said, “Shot Daryl too?”

Rosita nodded, “He showed up here. See for yourself.”

You peeked into the cell and you were surprised to see the blonde man sitting up against the wall, his burned face easily recognizable even in the dark. The way Daryl had described him, you were expecting a hard, evil man to be sitting there with a scowl on his face and nasty remarks coming out of his mouth. But instead, all you saw was a broken, sad man.

“Why are you here?” you inquired, “Why would you come here?”

“I wanna help,” Dwight replied, “Negan needs to be taken down.”

“I don’t understand,” you said, “You killed Denise. You almost killed Daryl. You basically tortured Daryl on top of that. Why the sudden shift in attitude?”

Dwight hung his head, “I…I did it to save my own ass. Thought this was who I had to be. But Negan doesn’t deserve to live.”

“You won’t be welcomed with open arms,” you said, “How do we know you’re being genuine? This could easily be a trap.”

“I know it looks bad,” Dwight said, “You…you’re just gonna have to trust me…take my word for it.”

“That isn’t exactly a selling point, Dwight,” Rosita piped in. She grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away from the cell. She lowered her voice, “What do you think?”

“This may sound insane but…I believe him,” you murmured, “I think he genuinely is remorseful. I know what he did was horrific. Maybe even unforgivable. But I believe he regrets it all. I believe he’s looking for redemption. What about you?”

Rosita glanced at Dwight in the cell and then hung her head, “I agree. He wants to help. I believe him. But ultimately, Rick will be the one to make the call I think. Dwight has managed to piss off everyone. Daryl and Tara especially will be out for blood.”

“Maybe they’ll hold off for us,” you said, “I think they would trust our judgement, right?”

Rosita shrugged, “This is a savior we’re talking about, Y/N. It could go either way.”

Rick and the others arrived back in Alexandria the very next evening. The saviors had apparently invaded Hilltop, coming at them with weapons they later discovered had been covered with walker blood. They’d suffered many losses last night so the group was on edge. You and Rosita were definitely not looking forward to adding to that stress.

“How’s Hilltop doing?” Aaron inquired, “With all their losses? Maybe we could send more people to them.”

“They’ll manage for the time being,” Rick said, “Don’t worry, we’ll send help to them soon. We would never abandon Maggie like that. Did anything happen here while we were gone?”

“Actually…” you said, “Yeah. You should come with us. You might not like this, Rick.”

You and Rosita led the group to the jail cell. Rosita unlocked the cell and you two stepped inside with the others close behind but standing just outside. Dwight stood then, stepping into the light slipping in through the small window. Everyone was stunned into silence. You and Rosita both watched in anticipation, waiting for someone to react. Daryl as usual was the first one to move, an almost animalistic growl coming from him as he shoved past Rick and Michonne to get his hands on Dwight.

“Daryl, stop, stop, stop!” Rick shouted. He managed to stop Daryl while you instantly took a step closer towards Dwight.

“He wants to help!” you added, “He wants to take Negan down!”

“How the fuck do we know that?” Tara snarled, her dark eyes narrowing at Dwight, “He could be leaving us vulnerable to attack.”

“I’m not,” Dwight said, “I want Negan dead as much as you do.”

“You wanna help?” Rick said, turning to Dwight. He pulled out his pistol and tilted his head slightly, “Get on your knees.”

Dwight complied, lowering to his knees and keeping his eyes down on the floor. The sight saddened you as Dwight looked broken enough already. Now he looked so small and fragile. What had Negan put him through?

“See?” you said, “He’s not fighting.”

“We have anything to tie his wrists?” Rick said.

“We’re tying him up now?” you spoke up in disbelief.

Daryl scoffed at you, “Why the sympathy for this asshole, Y/N? Like he hasn’t done worst to others. He’s lucky he isn’t being sent back to Negan in fucking pieces.”

Michonne tied Dwight’s wrists while Rick stood over the two of them, his gun pressed against Dwight’s head, “I know he’s done bad things, Daryl. But…he-”

“Don’t even try to defend him, Y/N,” Tara interjected, “He killed Denise. We won’t trust him so easily. You’re naïve to be so trusting. That kind of attitude is gonna kill you one day.”

You opened your mouth to speak but Rosita grabbed your shoulder to stop you, “It’s fine, okay? We can’t be fighting like this. We’ll figure this out together.”

Dwight stayed in that cell with his wrists tied all night long. No one had given him any food or water. You didn’t think he was starving by any means but you still brought a little food and a cup of water to the cell the next morning. He was just waking up as you arrived. He blinked a few times before rubbing his eyes, “You’re bringing me food? Isn’t this against the rules? Daryl was ready to attack because you tried to defend me.”

“I’m still not sure if trusting you is a good decision,” you admitted, “But…I don’t think you should be deprived of basic human needs. Food and water. And I definitely didn’t agree with tying you up. When did you leave the sanctuary?”

“Last night,” Dwight replied, “Came straight here from the sanctuary.”

“How long before Negan notices you’re gone?”

“Who knows,” Dwight said with a shrug, “He might be too distracted by his attack on Hilltop to notice. Or maybe he’s got a search party out looking for me right now. No way to know for sure. So…if you still don’t think you can trust me, why are you being so nice to me? Doesn’t make sense. Aren’t you afraid I’ll try something?”

“I don’t know,” you said, “Maybe I’m trying to figure out if I can trust you. And…I’d say you’re doing well so far. What exactly are you going to do to help us?”

“I’m Negan’s right hand man,” Dwight explained, “I’m there for all the discussions and I’m there when Negan’s making his plans. I knew he was going to use blood from the biters as weapons but I didn’t know he’d put that plan into action so soon. I also didn’t have my uh…what’s the word…epiphany until it was too late. But I wanna end this. They said your name was Y/N, right?”

You nodded, “That’s my name. I guess it’s nice to meet you? Not entirely I guess. But it’s nice to match a name with a face. If only this was under better circumstances. I think you would’ve made a nice addition to the group.”

“I had my chance,” Dwight said, “Made my choices. Now I’ve gotta live with ‘em.”

“We all do,” you said, “But I think for you…there might be a chance at redemption.”

Dwight smiled, “You think so?”

“I really do,” you said. You followed with a shrug as you sat down on the floor in front of Dwight as he ate, “You seem to have some humanity left. Can’t say the same for the other saviors. I don’t see any of them coming around here to help us. I suppose unless this really is just a trick. I would hope not though. Because I…”

“You…what?” Dwight said.

“I dunno,” you mumbled nervously, “I’m starting to like you. And I’d hate to get my heart broken so quickly.”

“I promise this is for real,” Dwight replied. He took your hand in both of his. It was awkward as his wrists were still tied and he couldn’t move his hands that easily but he managed, “Thanks for trusting me.”

“Even if it makes me naïve,” you remarked. Footsteps passed by and you quickly jumped to your feet, “I should go before someone comes looking for me. I could come back tonight and bring you some dinner. Everyone will be asleep so I could maybe…stick around a little longer.”

“Sure,” Dwight said, “Nice to have someone to talk to.”

You cleaned up the dishes Dwight had used before anyone could question it. It was still early enough that no one would’ve really seen you walking around anyway. But you couldn’t get Dwight out of your head. You barely even knew him why were you so interested in seeing him again? Was it the excitement of sneaking over there? Or was it the forbidden aspect of it? Or maybe it was just the fact that you saw something in Dwight that no one was bothering to look at.

That night as everyone was winding down and heading to bed, you made some food for Dwight and headed for his cell. Rick had people guarding the door all day and all night long, taking shifts. Only a few were willing to do it so you didn’t have to sort too much out. You told Rosita you would take her morning shift just so no one could interrupt you if you ended up staying too long. You would most likely get caught but the risk was worth it.

“Hey,” you greeted Aaron, who was on guard for the night, “I thought I’d relieve you of your duties. I know you’d rather be anywhere but here.”

“Does Rick know about this?” Aaron asked.

“No, I’m just trying to be nice,” you replied, shrugging, “I feel like I haven’t been doing as much as I should be.”

“Well, alright then,” Aaron said, “If something happens, just let me know, okay?”

“I think I’ll be fine,” you said. Aaron walked back home and you stood there while you were still in his sight. Once he turned the corner, you walked into the cell where Dwight sat in the dark. You could hardly see him except for the small patch of moonlight peering down at him through the tiny window.

“Y/N,” Dwight said, “I was starting to think you weren’t gonna show.”

“Of course I was,” you said, “I just wanted to make sure no one saw me. Here, I made some food. I hear Rick’s gonna come around tomorrow to talk to you. Then probably let you go once he knows that you’re being truthful.”

“He doesn’t believe me yet?” Dwight said.

“Rick has to be cautious,” you said. You held the plate up in front of Dwight so his tied hands could grab the food with ease, “When it comes to the lives of our group and Hilltop and the Kingdom, Rick can’t risk it. And I trust you but I don’t blame him for playing it safe.”

“Well, thanks for the warning,” Dwight said, “And thanks for helping me eat.”

You looked over the rope wrapped around his wrists, “Michonne tied this pretty tight. Guess I’m the only idiot that’s trusting.”

“You’re no idiot, Y/N,” Dwight said, “As crazy as it sounds, I haven’t been this…comfortable in a long time.”

“Is that…because of me?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well, thank you,” you said. You leaned in and placed a kiss on Dwight’s cheek. It shocked the both of you and you turned away, biting your lip, “Sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

Dwight lifted your chin, “Don’t be.”

Before you could say anything else, Dwight pressed his lips to yours. You sucked in your breath, still completely stunned. A small moan came from you as you felt Dwight’s hands move from your face down your neck and chest. His hands couldn’t roam the way you would like but if you untied him, you would never be able to retie him the way Michonne had. But…that might work to your advantage.

You pulled away, looking back at the door, “Wait one second.”

Jumping to your feet, you hurried to lock the door. You looked back at Dwight with a playful smirk, “We have all night. Unless…I was misunderstanding?”

Dwight shook his head, “Nope. I was hoping we would be on the same page. You’re not gonna untie me?”

“Everyone would know that I was here if I untied you,” you explained, “Besides…I think this works out in my favor.”

“What makes you say that?” Dwight asked.

You came towards him, pulling your tank top over your head and tossing it aside in the corner of his cell. Dwight’s eyes widened as you unzipped your jeans and pushed them down your legs. It was a little awkward as you had to stop to get your pants all the way off but once they were, they were discarded with your tank top on the floor.

“Gives me a bit of control,” you said. Your tongue darted across your lips as you peeked out the window, “Who knows when someone will walk by. We might have to make this quick.”

You straddled him, kissing him once more. Your fingers grazed the uneven, slightly rough texture of his face as your tongue slipped past his lips. Dwight groaned faintly, his tongue fighting yours for dominance. You rolled your hips, grinding against him and his breath hitched. His fingers twitched, wanting so badly to touch you. And while it would’ve felt good, this would work out just fine.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” you whispered against his lips. You pulled away, sitting up somewhat to pull down your underwear. Dwight was breathing hard, his eyes following your hands. Your hands were shaking as you worked on Dwight’s zipper on his pants. He lifted his hips to help as best as he could without the use of his hands. You paused, looking into his eyes, “I hate to rush.”

“It’s fine,” Dwight said, “When we make it out of this war alive, we’ll have another chance. To take our time.”

You grinned, pulling his dick from his boxers. You had a firm grip on it, moving your hand up and down painfully slow. His body tensed under your touch, squeaks and grunts slipping from his barely parted lips. Your free hand traveled down between your own legs, running your fingers up and down your folds before settling on your clit. You clenched your jaw as your fingers made slow, deep circular motions. Dwight couldn’t take his eyes off you, watching you practically fall apart in front of him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he huffed.

You lifted your hips so you were hovering over him, your fingers still circling around your clit. Your heart pounded against your chest in anticipation as you lowered, sinking down onto him. Dwight leaned his head back as he settled in the warmth of your walls. Your jaw dropped but you weren’t able to make any noise. You could hardly even move from the intensity. Dwight thrust his hips a little to make you move. You grabbed his tied wrists and lifted them over his head, pressing them against the wall as you smashed your lips on his. Your hips rolled as you moved up and down.

“We have to be quiet,” you panted. Dwight nodded in agreement, though your chest ached as you were forced into silence. Dwight buried his head in your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth. The air around you was heating up until you could hardly breathe. Dwight’s breath was hot on your skin as your hips started moving even faster. He thrusted to meet every stroke of yours and it drove you wild. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep quiet.

“I’m…” you whined, “Close.”

“Me too,” he murmured against your neck. You kept your grasp on Dwight’s wrists with one hand, and the other between your legs, fingers circling around your clit even faster. You took in several deep breaths as the ache grew stronger and stronger. Your chest tightened and you threw your head back as a wave of euphoria washed over you, your body jerking and twitching with the aftershocks. The way your walls contracted and pulsed around him set him off as he came without warning, though it never occurred to either one of you in the moment. You stayed where you were, your breaths in sync.

“I didn’t think it would be that…intense,” you said, licking your lips. You kissed him tenderly, “I’ve never moved so quickly with a guy. Instant connection I guess.”

“I’d say so,” Dwight panted. You slid off of him and helped him dress. Dwight smiled as he watched you put your own clothes back on, “Makes me feel better about tomorrow. More confident.”

“I’m happy to help,” you said with a wink, “I should get going. I have a long few hours of guarding you. I took Rosita’s shift this morning. How do I look?”

“Stunning,” Dwight said, “I almost hate to have to leave tomorrow.”

“With your help, this war will be over soon,” you replied. You approached him one last time, pressing a deep kiss to his lips, holding his face in your hands. You felt his smile against your lips and you couldn’t hold back a smile of your own. You giggled, “And once it is, we can be together. Even if I have to leave this place with you.”

You left his cell and sat outside, still feeling warm and tingly. Perhaps you would get caught and Rick and the others would be mad at you, maybe even call you a traitor. Daryl and Tara would certainly be pissed. But it was worth it. You were confident that not only was Dwight truly on your side, but that this would be the help you needed to win this war. Everything would work out fine. Maybe being this trusting was a good thing sometimes.

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THANKS FOR READING GUYS. I know my smut isn’t my best work but I’m still learning and improving so be kind haha! I do try so hopefully that it shows. I love you always guys <3 😊

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A Note To My Lil’ One

A/N: So i found this in my drafts and figured that i would put this out. im not sure how long its been in there, but yeahhh lol, this does have a part 1 (??) type of thing to go with it, and once i find it, i’ll link it. but i wanted to clean out my drafts and this has been there long enough.. 

Hey Lil' One How are you doing? That was a stupid question. Obviously, you're not okay. You're reading a letter from your dead brother, how can you be doing anything other than terrible, right? But, I know you. I know you better than you think and I know what you're thinking.

What could you have done differently to help me. To protect me. To be there for me. To save me. But honestly there is nothing that you could've done. Siddiq was only trying to fulfil a promise he made to his mom. His mom believed that re-killing the walkers would set their spirit free so they can rest in peace and I remember what my mom had said to me before she died. "You gotta do what's right. Promise me you'll always do what's right. It's so easy to do the wrong thing in this world, so if it feels wrong, don’t do it, if it feels easy don’t do it, don’t let this world spoil you." And leaving Siddiq alone in the woods was so easy, it would've been so easy to just leave him in the woods to fight for himself, but that’s not what mom would've wanted me to do and that would go against the person dad wants me to be. He wants me to be the good guy and to save people, even though he contradicts himself half the time. I knew it would be easy to just forget him but I couldn’t so I had to go back for him.

You remember that one night in the prison, when I woke you up so I can talk to you. I never truly told you how I felt about you. You were and are my best friend. You are my number one and I love you to death. Don’t ever think that I don’t, because I do. I'm so sorry that you're not going to get to say goodbye in person. I know how much that is going to kill you, but please, please, please don’t let that control your life. I want you to be able to live a nice, long, happy life. I want you to take my place and care for Judith and watch after dad for me. I know that I don’t need to tell you this because you being you will step up and do what needs to be done. Not only to prove a point to yourself but to try and prove that you can be just like me and do what I do without needing to be asked. I'm sorry that I never told you to your face how much you meant to me, but I never felt the need to do that because you knew what you meant to me. You knew how big of a part you played in my life. And I'm serious Lil' One, please don't blame yourself. There's nothing that you could've done to change this. Even If you did come. Hell maybe if you came you would've gotten bit and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt while trying to help me help someone else. Also before I continue I want to apologize for how out of order this letter is going to be. You know I'm not good with expressing how I feel, so please bear with me. But anyways, don’t blame yourself. This isn't your fault and I need you to move on and forgive yourself. I know you're going to be thinking that you should've been there for me in my time of need but guess what. You were. I could feel you by my side throughout everything. It was like you were literally standing right by my side. It felt so real that every time I turned to look at where I felt you I thought I would see you, and I did. I saw you and I felt you. You were there for me during everything that has happened in my life. Even before the start. And I can't thank you enough for everything. So please don’t blame yourself. I know I keep saying that, but you can't blame yourself for something that isn’t your fault okay? I wanna tell you to be strong for dad, Judith, Enid, and Michonne, but you’ve been so strong for so long that you don’t need to be strong. If you gotta cry, then cry. Cause I never once saw you cry when you lost your mom and sibling. I never saw you cry when you thought you lost dad. I never saw you cry when I got shot by Otis, or when we lost mom, or the prison, or Judith, or even when I got shot and lost my eye. I never saw you cry when we both lost everything and I know that if you don’t cry now, with this, you will break and you will fall down further into the darkness that you already live in and I fear that if you don’t cry when I'm gone, you'll be so far gone that no one can save you and bring you back. I'm sorry that I was never able to bring you out of that darkness that you live in, but I am glad that I was temporarily able to bring you light and joy. Even if it was just for 5 minutes. But I know that those are the memories that I want you to hold on to and never ever let go. Remember all the good times and when it's time to remember the bad ones, do so. Use those to help you appreciate the good ones even more. Use the good memories to help you carry forward and when the time comes use the bad ones to help motivate you to keep moving forward to create new, better memories.

Two more things before I let you go. One, here are some photos of us together. I want you to have them so you don’t forget about me and what i look like. I hope you won't ever forget about me, but just in case. The first one I know will be your favorite. The second one is of me and you. We were laughing about something. Honestly, I don’t remember what it was but I do know that I remember what that felt like and I remember it every time I see it. It reminds me of the way things used to be before the start, when you and i just hung out and had fun and telling each other stupid jokes and stories and having contests to see who can get the other to laugh the hardest. I will never forget those and I hope you won't either. I look back at this photo with the fondest memories and when shit gets tough I would always wish that things could go back to that moment. The third one is of me, you, and Judith. I remember that day like it was yesterday. We had just gotten to Alexandria and we still weren't used to sleeping peacefully throughout the night and you and I took turns staying up to keep watch, and by 2pm the next day we were so tired that we just laid on the floor, again not used to Alexandria and having a bed, and you held Judith in your arms, protecting her from anyone who would try and harm her, and she fell asleep. The next thing I remember you fell asleep as well, then all I remember is waking up to a flash and dad and Michonne whispering something. At the time I didn’t understand but once I was fully awake, they were saying how cute we were and that they couldn’t mess this up. Because as much as they needed this place we needed it more than they did.  

And one last thing. Thank you for loving me after I lost my eye. I know that you didn’t look at me any different. Every time you saw me I saw the same look that I saw even before I lost my eye. You never changed the way you looked at me and I thank you for that. I know how upset you were the day that I told dad that I didn’t want to go with him to meet the Hilltop Community because a kid with a messed-up face wouldn’t make a good first impression and I know how much that crushed you because you were tired of seeing me hurt, cause as you used to say, "I don’t deserve all of this hurt and pain. I deserve to live a long, healthy, happy life" and I'm sorry that I hurt you with what I said. But what I said was true. Even if you don’t believe it. But the more you would comfort me about it the more I started to believe you. Nothing was wrong with me and I was the same ol' Carl I was before I lost my eye. And thank you for being there when Negan was saying what he said about my eye. It really meant a lot. Even though I didn’t want you to make that trip with me, at the end of the day I'm glad that you didn't listen to me and came with anyways

As you can see Lil' One, you have been there for me so many times. More than I can count and I know that you wanted to be here with me in my time of need but honestly you don’t need to see me like this. I am so broken and helpless. I don’t want you to see that side of me because I spent so much time trying to build that façade of me being a badass, even though you and I both know you saw right through it, you would pretend that, that was really me and I wasn’t putting on that façade. You let me have my moment and I'm forever grateful for that and because of that I don’t want you to see how broken, weak, and helpless I am. But nonetheless I love you to death. You are my number one. You and Judith are my number one.  

I also want you to remember one last thing.

JSS

Just Survive Somehow.  

I know you will. Because you have overcome so many obstacles that have been thrown at us, and I know you will overcome this and you will survive because you are the one who survives. You, dad, Michonne, and Judith are the ones who survive.  

Lil' One,   Just Survive Somehow.

Love, Bub

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The Mark of a Soulmate (Negan/BlakeAU) Chapter Seven

It’s been a while since my last chapter so I hope this doesn’t disappoint. Thank you as always to the gorgeous @neganandblake​ for your support Lovely. You’re amazing! <3

Chapter Seven

Blake stood in front of her mirror blankly looking back the dressed up woman in front of her that she was struggling to recognize.

She hated looking like this...the makeup, the hair, the tight fitting dresses that sometimes restricted her breathing. It was all fake. Not one piece of the facade reflecting the real woman underneath. She’d have been perfectly happy with her comfy t-shirt and sweat pants.

But she was part of a brand. A face that represented perfection to the people that gazed upon it.

Laying on her bed; she desperately grasped at any excuse she could think of that would get her out of going to this launch party. None came to mind that would be acceptable for her management. She was already on thin ice for her employment after weeks of skipping work.

Forgotten meetings and scheduled photo shoots; runway shows she’d pretended to be sick for so, she didn’t have to attend.

It was becoming harder and harder to care about any of it. Her mood constantly spiraling into a cold depth of numbing aches and pains; heart breaking every time she looked to her wrist. 

Negan...

Where the hell was he?! And why hadn’t he found her yet. Was she not good enough, not worthy enough to finally find the love she’d been promised by that damn mark on her skin? 

It felt as though it was mocking her at times. A constant reminder that she was alone. That perhaps she would always be that way. That maybe the weeks of research she had been doing was all for nothing. What if he had already had someone else.

It had been known that sometimes people would fall for someone that wasn’t their soulmate, but it was a still a fierce long lasting love that many couples had cherished well into their old age. And other times it wouldn’t prove enough and the relationships would crumple. If that was the case for her soulmate and he did have someone he loved; of course Blake would be happy for him. But where would that leave her? 

She was so tired of obsessing over a man she didn’t even know. It was getting to the point wasn’t sleeping properly, eating an entire meal had become a challenge for her to ever finish; as her appetite was always waning. And the thought of keeping the search for her soulmate going, was beginning to feel like more trouble than it was worth. 

Reluctantly she pulled herself up from her bed, quickly smoothing the creases out of her dress. Adding a last touch here and there to her straightened hair; paired with her rehearsed smile she’d carry with her most of the night. And after one last flick of her golden locks she was ready to go. 

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As Blake stepped into the center of the launch party; the only thing she wanted to do was to go home. 

The photographers; the journalists, designers, models and management teams...Blake didn’t care about any of it. It was a world she no longer wanted to be a part of.  

Looking around, it was like seeing it through a fresh pair of eyes for the first time in years. The privilege, the arrogance and conceit. The unrealistic levels of feigned perfection, it was toxic and Blake couldn’t understand how she’d let herself be taken in by all of it for so long without seeing the true ugliness hidden behind the camera. 

She didn’t even have Tara to ground her from the sea of chaos that surrounded her. She hadn’t been invited; another thing that angered her. Tara’s position as a makeup artist clearly not deemed important enough to include her on the guest list. When in fact her craft was just; if not more important as everyone else’s that worked on the sets or the runways. It wasn’t fair.

The flash of cameras was blinding along was loud thumping music as more guests pushed their way through the bustling crowds. Elbows bumping into Blake almost knocking her over. 

The clinking of champagne glasses echoed with idle chatter and laughter,all washed into white noise as the blonde imagined herself anywhere but where she was. 

Perhaps she could sneak out? Surely no one would notice. She’d attended as agreed, she’d fulfilled the agreement of her contract. Job done. But just as she moved to eye the exit, she was quickly grabbed by the wrist. 

“Ah Blake! Sweetheart finally you’ve arrived!” It was Damon, her boss. An older gentleman, dressing in a suit that practically screamed wealth; paired with a dark red silk tie and designer cuff links, sweeping back his receding grey hair the man had clearly dyed a mousy brown in an attempt to look younger than he was. 

Blake flashed him another well practiced fake smile, but from the frown on his brow; he clearly wasn’t buying it. Leaning in close she could almost feel his harsh breath as he whispered lowly in her ear.

“Get your ass up to my office now!” He hissed. Not giving her time reply as he then proceeded to brag her by the arm up the stairs towards the large wooden door by the landing. 

The blonde flinched as he slammed the door closed before releasing his grip on her, storming over towards his desk. His hands resting on the cold surface as he huffed a deep frustrated sigh from his flared nostrils.

Blake stayed by the door, the party downstairs now muffled by the closed door. Green watering orbs watching Damon’s every move as he poured himself a drink; turning from the window to address her. 

“Blake...” He started, leaning forward, arms resting on the back of his office chair; fingers impatiently tapping against the glass of scotch in his hand. 

“We’ve been through a lot you and I. Hell I’m the one that discovered you. Always thought you could make it in this business.” the man paused, another sigh leaving him. “But you’re just not hitting the mark anymore. You’re late, sloppy, giving excuse after excuse. And I’m getting to the point that I can’t keep lying for you anymore.”

“To be honest, I’m starting to wonder if your looks are fading because of it. You’re not taking care of yourself anymore. But I don’t have time to babysit my clients. You know that, I said as much when I hired you.”

Blake couldn’t believe what she was hearing, it was clear she was struggling and of all people she would’ve expect Damon to understand and give her time. Evidently she had expected wrong.

“We have a standard in this business kid, how else do you think these guys and girls sell the clothes they model or the products they endorse. It’s all about the brand and you have to look perfect while you’re doing it and I’m afraid you’re just not anymore.” Damon finished his drink with one final sip before putting the glass down and stepping out from behind his desk. Long tailored legs striding towards Blake as he placed a hand on her shoulder. 

His patronizing tone grinding on Blake’s nerves now the longer he looked at her.

“It was good while it lasted, but I’m afraid not everyone is cut out for this world sweetheart, I’m letting you. Your contact terminated immediately. I hope you can understand.” He patted her shoulder but quickly snatched it back when Blake slapped his hand away.

“Oh I understand!” She spat. “This obsession for perfection is ridiculous Damon. None of it is real! You pin and tuck everything to point I can’t fucking breath! You paint so many layers of makeup on my skin that it’s hard to tell it’s me, no woman looks like that! It’s not right and if that’s your idea of perfection then I’m glad you’re firing me!”

To Blake’s utter disgust, Damon simply scoffed in her face. An idle cocky smile widening across his face.

“They all get bitter when they realize they’re not as pretty as they used to be. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m sure you can find employment somewhere else.” Damon joked sarcastically. “Perhaps somewhere that doesn’t require you to think too much, I know with this job ‘standing and looking pretty’ was already a stretch for you to remember all at once dear.”

“Fuck you Damon.”

“Enjoy the party Blake...might as well considering it’s your last.”

Blake trembled with anger at Damon’s cruel words, a chuckle echoing behind her as he stepped back out towards the party to greet his guests. 

Her bottom lip quivering as she refused to let herself cry. Her pride too stubborn to let anyone see she was upset. 

Turning on her heel she also rejoined the party, but surrounding people blurred and bled into the a mix of colours with no faces that seemed familiar. 

The blonde dropped herself on a lonely stool by the bar, raised fingers calling for the bartender as she order her drink. A bitter taste washing down her throat as she threw it back before ordering another. Her throat and chest warming and numbing all at the same time from the booze. 

Stray tears escaping down her cheeks as she wallowed in the depths of darkness she could feel herself falling into. But she didn’t care. She was tired. So tired of pretending. Pretending that she cared about the job she’d just lost, pretending that it didn’t hurt every time she thought about Negan living his life with someone else. Or trying to find the man that might not even want her. But most of all she was tired of pretending she was happy...

She honestly didn’t know who she was pretending for anymore. But she did know she was done with it. Maybe she really was destined to be alone, a lost soul wandering forever looking for a soulmate that didn’t want to be found. 

Message received universe. Thanks for nothing...She knew that now. 

She was finally realizing what it felt like to hit rock bottom and she was more than willing to give in to it. She’d noticed the side-glances and sneered looks from the guests the more she drank, her lip curling in disgust for their unwanted judgement. She didn’t need to sit there and take part in their pathetic game as they looked down their noses at her from their high horses. 

And so she chose to leave, but not before leaning across the bar to snatch hold of the bottle of scotch she’d been drinking. Her slender fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass bottle clutching it tightly as she stumbled towards the door. 

Her actions on everyone’s lips that saw her leaving, Blake giving on-lookers a bitter laced laugh as she passed. She was done with this life, these people and their corrupt world. 

And as she walked out the door, she didn’t regret a thing.

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Bargaining Chip: Chapter 7

Negan x Asexual Original Female Character

Summary: Negan takes Blossom captive instead of Daryl after the Lineup Scene. This Chapter: Blossom’s first night as Negan’s wife.

Warnings: Spot the Hamilton Reference, Alcohol, Black Bean Burgers, PLOT TWIST

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She must’ve been out of her goddamn mind to think she could meddle in the middle of this mess, this game of chess when she was so defenseless; but she had to try. She wished to God Negan would have chosen Rosita that morning instead of her. She at least had a habit of spreading her legs for anyone who came knocking on her door, and would’ve done a hell of a lot better job at this than her.

Wish though she might, Blossom stood before Negan in his bedroom just the way he’d wanted her. All of the elements of a romantic dinner were there: candles, music, two different plates full of food she’s only dreamt about and champagne. She never really liked dating or all the societal pressures that came with it. She never thought she’d have to deal with something like this again after what had happened, but here she was, back in a misogynist world run by a rich white man.

“Holy SHIT!” Negan stood up from one of the couches and walked over to her. “You look like a goddamn Bond Girl!” He traced his fingers through her hair. “I mean, you looked good before, but DAMN!” He leaned back with the last word, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

“Sherry did a good job, didn’t she?” She fixed the wave Negan messed up in her locks.

“Oh it has nothing to do with Sherry, but yeah!” He scanned her with dark eyes, slowly stepping forward as the gap between them closed.

“Is all that food for us?” She avoided his intense stare, feeling her muscles tighten up.

“Yup.” He glanced over at the table then back at her. “You hungry?” He grinned again, rolling his tongue across his perfectly white teeth.

“A little,” she admitted, seeing a cheeseburger and fries set out for both of them.

“Look Blossom, I know this is all a little fucked up… I bop two of your friends, put you in a cell, almost kill Daryl right in front of you…”

“Cut me open in front of Rick.” She rose her eyebrows as her heart fluttered. “Don’t forget that.”

“All for show.” He reassured her, grinning like the joker he thought he was. “Sometimes you have to be a little dramatic to get your point across.” He walked over to the table, picking up two glasses bubbling with champagne. “You think I liked killing your friends like that? That I lost Big Red when I could have used him for so many things here at the Sanctuary? You think I wanted to stay up all morning kicking Rick the Prick’s ass in that RV until he figured out who’s in charge?”

She blinked, not sure what he wanted her to say.

“Kind of,” he chuckled, handing her the glass. “The point is, Blossom, people are a resource. They only remain a resource if they see things the same way as you do.” He took a sip. “You and I… those women out there… we all need to be on the same page.”

“And what page is that?” She took a large sip, hoping the alcohol would stop her from caring about what happened next.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” His tone changed. It was soft, gentle, even as he looked her dead in the eye. “All of that shit with the bat and the knives and the cell… that’s all in the past. You’re my wife now, and I will do everything in my power to provide for and protect you.” He traced the outline of her face with his knuckles. “All I ask from my wives in return is that they love me.” He followed suit and finished his glass.

“Love?” What an odd fucking word to come out of his mouth. Love? Ha! Love? Wait… maybe she could use this void against him, somehow fill the gap inside of him in a different way...

“I need to know that you’re on board, for your sake and for Rick and Daryl’s… Before we eat, I just need to hear you say those three little words.” He ghosted her shoulder with his fingertips.

“I love you, Negan.” She chanted, finally looking up into his eyes.

“Good.” He smiled, walking over to the table.

Of course he didn’t say it back. Why did she even think that he would? Ugh, this guy had more issues than her psychology courses had prepared her for. Probably mommy issues. An abusive father, maybe, and none of them had time to give him the affection he needed as a child so he spent his free time killing animals out in the field when they weren’t looking. Whoa, this alcohol made her jump to conclusions.

“What made you choose me?” She asked, starting her interview process by sitting down on the couch. “I mean, out of all the other girls…”

“Are you shittin’ me?” He sat down, popping a French fry into his mouth. “You’re super hot! And you seemed to be the least messed up out of everyone… I assumed you weren’t with Ginger Spice or China Town, so I wanted to show you what kind of guy I really am.”

“And what kind of guy is that?” She took a bite out of her cheeseburger, the black bean mixture throwing her off a little.

“You’re looking at him.” He held his hands out in display as he smirked at her, finally swallowing his French fry. “A man of his word.”

The rest of the meal went on in silence, amazing Blossom that he could shut up long enough to put any amount of food in his mouth. The food offered to her was simple for its time, but gourmet to her in the midst of the apocalypse. She imagined Negan had rooms full of refrigerators, freezers, and cabinets. He had to have a giant kitchen somewhere with at least three stovetops and ovens at the ready, with ample cooks to man them. He didn’t skimp on the condiments or garnishes, either, telling her that they had a fresh garden somewhere outside. That moldy bread he forced her to eat up until now was just a tactic, after all.

After their meal and a few more glasses of champagne, Blossom made her way over to the bed. She hopped up onto the soft down comforter, hoping she would at least blackout during the act itself before enjoying a little bit of rest in bed.

Negan stood up and rushed over to her. “Whoa Whoa Whoa, what are you doing, darlin’?” He actually sounded concerned.

“I’m your wife, aren’t I?” She could feel the alcohol as it pulsed through her veins, heating up her entire body as she spread her legs. This is what Rosita would have done, isn’t it?

“You think I’m going to try and fuck you tonight? After all that I’ve done to you?” His face was serious, his tone even moreso.

“I honestly never know what you’re gonna do,” she admitted.

“You’re drunk.” He placed his hand on her shoulder to prevent her from toppling over.

“I’m not drunk!” She spat out mockingly. She couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten drunk, so he may’ve been right.

“This is a lot of shit to pile on you right now, I get that. I also get that you’re not ready, and if you’re not ready, it’s not going to be any fun for either of us.” He took in a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling before glancing back at her. “Look, do you honestly think I have time to sleep with eight, now, nine wives?”

She stared at him, aghast. Even in her drunken stupor she could tell he was being honest. His face was somber, and not that fake somber shit he pulled that morning when he said that this must be really hard on them. No, this was something different entirely.

“You don’t…” she let her mouth hang open. “But all these women are here for…”

“All for show, Blossom. Just like you.” He squeezed her shoulder. Maybe he was telling her this because she was drunk, and she might forget their conversation in the morning. Or maybe he just wanted her to actually feel safe.

“Wha…?” All for show? But the way he spoke, the way he walked, the way he… was all contradicted that fact. She may not be able to feel sexual attraction herself, but she could tell the signs of someone who was hyper sexual. Everything he did and said dripped with sexuality, the way he looked at her, at Rick and Rosita… none of this was making sense.

“All I need is for their brothers, husbands and fathers to THINK that I’m sleeping with them. That keeps my wives happy, and the men in line.” He pulled the covers down her legs and covered her up, resting her head on the pillow. “Like I said, Blossom, you don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This monster, this tyrant, this thing… actually had some decency? She turned in bed and watched him strip down to his boxers and join her in bed, warming up the mattress. He looked like a man, with skin and hair covering the muscles he used to torture her and her people for the past few weeks. Maybe under all of that psychosis, he still had some hope in him yet.