#Negan drabble

[st4rfckerz]

Run | Negan x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mdni 18+, noncon, unprotected sex, implied age gap, negan’s gross ofc, dddne

summary: after surviving another lineup, negan decides to have a little fun with you

Negan smirked as he observed all the frightened faces before him as he moved up and down the line. He'd been having problems with Rick's group for some time, and it was time to deal with it.

After attempting to fight earlier in the night, you were now exhausted, bloodied and broken. Your knees ached from staying in the same position for what felt like hours.

Negan watched as Rick completed the shocking task he had ordered, a grim smile spreading across his face. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing the once proud leader of this community brought so low. Turning away from the pitiful sight, Negan's eyes found you, kneeling amidst the crowd of terrified survivors.

Negan's grin widens, revealing a glint of cruel amusement in his eyes as he sees the fear etched into your features. He takes a step closer, the tip of his bat tapping gently under your chin to tilt your head back further.

“You know, I've got to hand it to you sweetheart, you've got somethin’. Most girls would be blubbering like babies by now, pissing themselves begging for their mama.” He leans in, hot breath washing over your face as he speaks in a low, almost tender tone that sends shivers down your spine. “But not you. No, you've got...spunk. I like that.”

Negan's free hand reaches out, calloused fingers brushing a stray curl behind your ear in an almost gentle gesture. The contrast between his rough touch and the tender action makes your heart race.

“Tell you what, sweetheart...you be a good girl and do exactly as I say. No funny business. And maybe, just maybe, you won't end up like that little shithead over there.” He jerks his head towards Rick, still trying to recover from being beat down.

Negan's eyes narrow as he points Lucille towards the dark woods behind you, a sinister glint in his gaze. “Now, I want you to get that cute little ass of yours movin'.” He takes a step back, giving you room to stand, but keeping the bat trained on you.

As you rise on shaky legs, Negan's eyes rake over your form, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “You've got a real pretty walk too. Nice and slow, sweetheart. Don't make me tell you twice.”

He points towards the tree line, indicating for you to start walking away from the group. The night is pitch black beyond the flickering light of the campfire, the sounds of the forest, the rustling of leaves, the distant hoots of owls— taking on an almost ominous quality.

After a short distance, he suddenly stops, grabbing your arm in a vice-like grip. “Here we are.” He turns to face you, his features obscured by the shadows.

“Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once. You've got exactly five minutes to run, sweetheart. Five minutes to hide. And if I find you…”

He lets the threat hang in the air, his grip on your arm tightening for a moment before he releases you with a rough shove. “Better start runnin' now, darlin'. Your time's a tickin'.”

With that, he steps back, melting into the shadows. The darkness engulfs him, but you can still feel his presence, the weight of his gaze on your back as he watches you.

Negan's voice cuts through the darkness, sharp and commanding. “Go!” At the sound of his bark, you spring into action, your legs pumping as you race through the underbrush. The trees loom over you, their gnarled branches reaching out like claws in the shadows. The air is thick with the scent of earth and decay, the dampness clinging to your skin. Behind you, the sound of Negan's footsteps fades for a moment, only to be replaced by an unsettling silence. The absence of his pursuit is almost more terrifying than the knowledge of his chase. It leaves you wondering if he's closing in on you from a different direction, lying in wait to ambush you in the darkness.

You stumble over a fallen log, your hands scraping against the rough bark as you catch yourself. The pain shoots through your palms, but you barely register it, too consumed by the fear coursing through your veins.

After allowing you a brief head start, Negan begins to leisurely walk in the direction you fled, a wicked grin spreading across his face, revealing the deep dimples that would be charming on any other man.

It's not long before you start to hear his mocking calls echoing through the dark forest, your heart clenching with dread at the sound of his voice drawing closer.

Negan's voice rings out, dripping with false cheer. “You can't hide from me, sweetheart. I'm gonna find you, no matter how far you run.” He pauses, listening for a moment. A branch snaps somewhere in the distance, and his lips curl into a smirk.

In a panic, you spot an old, abandoned truck nestled between two large oak trees, its rusted metal frame blending in with the dark foliage. Seeing an opportunity for a hiding spot, you quickly and quietly make your way towards it, your heart pounding in your ears. As you approach the truck, you notice that the driver's side door is slightly ajar. Holding your breath, you ease the door open just enough for you to slip inside, the hinges creaking softly in protest. You tumble into the cab, landing hard on the dusty, cracked leather seat.

You curl up in the tight space, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The musty smell of old upholstery and motor oil fills your nostrils as you hold your breath, listening intently for any sign of Negan's approach. Then, you hear it. The crunch of dead leaves and twigs beneath heavy boots, growing louder and closer with each passing second. He's getting closer, circling around the abandoned truck like a shark scenting blood in the water.

“You know, I thought you’d be a lot smarter,” You hold your breath as you hear his voice, squeezing your eyes shut as if that could somehow make you invisible. “But this— this is just pitiful.” Negan's footsteps stop abruptly just outside the old truck, and you hear him speak again.

“You gonna come out?” The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, your heart hammering against your ribs. He waits another beat, as if expecting an answer. When none comes, he lets out a low, dark chuckle. “No? Alright.”

With a sudden, violent motion, he swings the truck door open, the rusted metal screeching in protest. The door slams against the inside of the cab, and you flinch, pressing yourself back against the far side of the seat.

“There she is.” Negan's tall frame fills the doorway, his silhouette stark against the faint moonlight behind him. He leans in, his head cocked to the side as he peers into the dark interior of the truck cab. “Come on, don't make this difficult.” Negan's hand suddenly closes around your wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. Before you can react, he's wrenching you out of the cab, your body tumbling onto the hard-packed dirt and dead leaves below. You land hard on your back, the breath knocked out of your lungs, your head spinning from the sudden movement.

He stands over you, his head tilted to the side, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Didn't I tell you not to make this difficult, sweetheart?” He takes a step closer, his boot hovering over your chest. For a terrifying moment, you think he might stomp down, crushing the air from your lungs. But instead, he presses the sole of his boot against your collarbone, pinning you to the ground.

You can't help but let out a soft, frightened whimper as Negan's boot presses down harder on your collarbone. The pressure makes it difficult to breathe, your lungs screaming for air. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you stare up at him, your heart hammering wildly in your chest.

“Poor, stupid little girl.” His tone is mocking, dripping with false sympathy. He grinds his heel down a little harder, and you gasp, your back arching off the ground as you try to ease the pressure.

Without warning, he removes his boot from your collarbone, only to roughly grab your shoulders, flipping your body over and slamming you down onto your stomach. You let out a yelp of pain and surprise, your hands scrabbling at the dirt as you try to push yourself up. But Negan is quicker, his knee pressing down hard on your lower back, pinning you in place.

You lie there, dazed and struggling to catch your breath, you feel Negan's rough hand groping and squeezing your ass through the fabric of your pants. You try to squirm away from his touch, but his knee pressing into your back keeps you firmly in place. Without warning, his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and underwear. With a sharp tug, he yanks them down to your knees, exposing your bare skin to the chilly night air.

“I bet this pretty little pussy is just aching for a real man's touch, ain't it?” You whimper and try to clench your thighs together, but Negan just grinds his knee harder into your back, pinning you open and vulnerable. He pulls your arms behind your back, forcing your elbows to bend at an unnatural angle as he pins your hands to the small of your back. You cry out at the sudden pain, but the sound is muffled by the dirt beneath your cheek. Tears spring to your eyes as Negan leans down, his weight now fully pressing you into the cold, unforgiving ground.

You lie there helpless, your pants and underwear around your knees, Negan keeps your wrists pinned tightly behind your back with one large hand. With his other hand, he makes quick work of his belt buckle, the metal clinking loudly in the silent forest. Your eyes widen in fear and revulsion as he unbuckles his pants and shoves them down, along with his underwear, freeing his hardening cock.

“Been waitin’ to get my hands on you girly.” Negan growls. He grinds his hips forward, the head of his cock pushing against your entrance. You let out an anguished cry as Negan thrusts his hips forward, pushing your head against the cold, damp ground.

But even as you sob and beg him to stop, Negan feels your body beginning to betray you. Your once-tight, dry walls start to flutter and clench around his pistoning cock, growing slick with a reluctant, shameful arousal.

“You’re clenchin’ around me like you never want to let it go,” Negan taunts, his voice a low, dark rumble. “You're fucking loving this, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you.” you grit through your teeth. Negan just laughs, a dark, cruel sound that sends shivers down your spine. Your pleas only seem to spur him on, making him thrust into you with even more brutal force. The wet, obscene sound of your arousal fills the air as you take him, your cunt growing slicker with each passing second.

“Come onnn, don’t act like I haven’t seen the way you look at me when you think no one's watchin'," Negan sneers, his voice a low, cruel murmur in your ear as he continues his relentless assault. “You could’ve just asked.”

You cry out, your back arching as a intense, unwanted orgasm crashes over you. Your inner walls clench and spasm around Negan's pistoning shaft. He follows soon after you, hilting himself deep inside you, thick ropes of his cum paint your insides, flooding your already dripping cunt with his seed.

“Fuck, thaaat’s it.” Negan snarls, grinding his pelvis hard against your ass as he empties his heavy balls inside you. His pubic hair, matted with sweat and the combined fluids of your shared climax, presses against your sensitive skin.

After a long, humiliating moment, Negan finally pulls out, his spent cock slipping from your abused, dripping cunt with a quiet, wet plop. He takes a step back, tucking himself away and refastening his pants with casual, almost bored movements. You remain lying there on the cold ground, your legs splayed open, your pants still around your ankles. The night air feels icy on your exposed, sticky skin as the reality of what just happened sinks in. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, cutting trails through the dirt on your cheeks.

Negan looks down at your broken, used body sprawled in the dirt, a look of cruel satisfaction on his face. “I expect to see that pretty little face of yours in the morning,” he says, his tone almost conversational. With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you lying there in the dirt, half-naked, used, and utterly desecrated. The night closes in around you, the forest falling dreadfully silent once more.

[bobbyseyesmile]

Ruined

A small Negan drabble 🔞

The moment she stepped out of the car with this weeks newcomers to the Sanctuary his eyes immediately fell on her. Never in his life before had Negan seen such perfection; her hair color, the way she walked, her body- everything was art. But what fascinated him the most was her eyes.

She had the most innocent doe-eyed looking expression on her small face. He knew instantly that she was fragile, putty in anyones hand that slightly raised their voice against her. Negan’s lips formed a devilish smirk when she finally looked his way; her eyes widened and her lips opened slightly. She wasn’t scared. She was petrified.

You blinked a few times as the leader of the so-called Saviours stared you down. It looked like he smiled and it almost instantly froze the blood in your veins. Why was he only staring at you? Did you do something wrong? No, that was ridiculous, you just arrived after all! While you sank in your own thoughts you didn’t notice that a tall figure started to approach you. When you looked up you almost jumped back as he towered over your small frame.

“Hello, doll.” he whispered, only for you to hear and you gulped. “H-hello.” you managed to breathe again and lift your hand for a tiny wave.

“You are the most divine thing I ever fucking laid eyes on, doll.” His deep voice vibrated through your whole body and you felt your cheeks heating up. He leaned down, his breath smelling like peppermint while he showed a row of pearly whites as he gave you a wide smile. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, darling.”

And he did. You became Negan’s favorite plaything as he pounded you from behind into the mattress. When he held you by your throat, shoved against a mirror so you could see the look in your eyes as he destroyed your insides. When he peppered your body with kisses after he put new hickeys all over it. When you couldn’t walk for days after he pushed you in the mating press, whispering the most filthy stuff he’s going to do to you and you knew he kept his promise he made you many moons ago:

He’ll ruin you. And he just got started.

[velvetcloxds]

for a dialogue I don't know if you're still writing for twd but I just read love made me crazy and what about something after that where negan is out of jail and end up saving you when you're in danger or being the only one you ask for when getting hurt?

I WOULD CROSS THE LINE | N.S.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: villian becoming the hero for the person he loves- I couldn't control myself and turned it into a blurb and yes I'm always ready to write for twd- a brief moment where zombies try to eat you but it’s very quick and totally undetailed- ohh also age gap

part one: love made me crazy

It happened too fast, you were always aware when outside the gate, more so after convincing everyone to let Negan come out searching for resources with you, just four of you scurrying about the woods for cans of food you'd never find. You'd never been one to volunteer, much more comfortable organizing things at home but you were losing your mind wondering about Negan in that little cell while were you on the other side with not even a second with him. These little trips were routine, always the same, a few stray walkers that were easy to take down, always finding nothing in the process but things got out of hand too quickly.

Stuck in a room with three walkers, no weapon, nothing but an overthrown cupboard separating you, and without even a second of consideration you called for Negan, pleaded for him and it was like a bolt of lightning struck right through his spine at the shrill sound. He'd never cleared a house so fast, not a care in the world for who was behind him, yelling at him for not staying close, he'd found a knife along the way and the zombies grabbing at you were gone within seconds.

"Y/n," you didn't register the sound, kneeled against the wall, shaking despite your best attempt at staying calm, blood on your clothes and you weren't sure it was truly over. Negan was slow when he moved the wooden frame away, it wasn't an easy task with the dead weight slumped against it, but he wasn't thinking, not a thought going through his mind other than getting you into his arms. "Baby," the gentle tone made you snap back to reality, tremored hands reaching for him before you could register the gesture. "I've got you," he promised and he bit back a surprised puff of air when you launched at him, taking him with you to the ground in the process, holding him impossibly tight as you lingered in his lap.

"You came," you mumbled into his neck, he was cooing softly, hand bushing up and down your back, your arms circling around his neck as you fought against any possibility that he'd let go.- he kissed the side of your head as a promise that he wouldn’t. "You saved me."

"Course I did,” he couldn’t believe your surprise, not that he came, it was more than that, it was revealing a weakness which was something he’d never dreamed of doing, letting people know there was something to hold over him and he couldn’t care less. “Baby,” the word felt foreign a second time, it was deliberate, laced with so many consequences and hidden meanings but he wanted to say it again, a thousand times just to taste it on his tongue. “You okay?” you were, he’d checked before you were in his arms, he had a fleeting moment to do so but the blood wasn’t yours and the scratches weren’t made by the dead, just from the struggle of trying to get safe.

“You saved me,” you pulled away, looking him over, you’d never seen that look before, the concern, the relief at looking at you, you’d always been the one to fuss over getting him an extra blanket or saving him some of your food so he stayed healthy, made sure no one too bad gets put on guard at his cell. He had his moments too though, and would worry about you being on the night shift, or dealing with some idiots letting their egos get in the way but at least you weren’t alone, there was someone to step in if you needed it, someone to keep you safe since he couldn’t. So seeing you like this, scared and seconds away from disaster, made something in him shift. A realization maybe, he was being reckless with you, putting your safety in someone else’s hands when they were more bothered keeping a gun on him than saving you from danger.

“You scared me,” his tone was soft, dipped brows over darkened eyes, the weight of the world drawn black in his irises and you hated being responsible for that. He’d grown hard before you, numb to such senseless emotions like fear and you didn’t want to be the reason he felt it again. You’d wondered if he’d be able to feel, truly feel, what you felt for him yet somehow knowing he could felt worse than thinking he couldn’t. “When I heard you screaming...” he shook his head, cupped your cheeks in his own shaking hands and your fingers were desperate when surrounding his wrists. “Haven’t felt that terrified in so damn long,” his hands fell to your neck, thumbs brushing hair away from the back of your ear.

“I’m sorry,” you didn’t have to apologise, he’d tell you as much soon so you interrupted his thoughts, nodding, pleading for forgiveness. “I didn’t mean to do that, I didn’t mean for any of this,” you didn’t mean to fall for him is what you didn’t say, he heard it even though you didn’t. “Of all the people, it had to be you,” you rested your forehead against his, he sighed, you bit your lip, if only words could describe it, if only the moment could last forever.

“Negan! Y/n!”, Carol’s voice was like a shock to the system, robbing you of your peace, forcing you right back into reality and after the gentlest, purest little kiss placed to you cheek, Negan jumped back, hands in the air in surrender as he stood up.

“In here!” he didn’t look away, gaze stuck on you, taking you in just one more time, making sure, slightly pleased with himself to see your breathing has evened out. “I’m going to change for you,” he promised and you swore your heart stopped, his hands now at the back of his head as if he was preparing to be cuffed. “I’m going to be better, baby, you deserve better,” he shook his head, agreeing with his words, his heart. “Please give me a chance to earn your heart?” you never thought you’d hear him beg, plead for you, your heart something he’s had for longer than you’d ever admit.

“You already have it,” you nearly whispered, footsteps coming closer. “You don’t have to earn it, .”

“Then give me a chance to deserve it, let me be good for you.”

Carol had her gun pointed at him as soon as she came into the room, too busy with him to even take in the dead zombies at your feet or the blood on your clothes, biased, priorities in place. Your priorities were far too different, flinching as she pointed the gun at his head while forcing his hands behind his back.

“He saved my life,” you blurted and the softness in his face was enough to give you whiplash, so different from how he’d looked at her, you were trying to make him human again, to them at least and it was almost as if he was pitying you for having to try so hard. “Carol, he saved my life.”

“I don’t care,” she bit back and your soul ached. “He’s still a monster.”

He’s not, not to you, a monster wouldn’t be kind to you, save you, a monster couldn’t make you fall in love with him. Maybe he was a monster once, maybe he’d changed, maybe he just allowed himself a little too much humanity with you and it ruined everything. You did love him despite all logical reasons, but you did also wish he’d change, not just for you, but for him too, for everyone.

There wasn’t a line he wouldn’t cross for power, maybe this line he’d cross for you, for weakness.

[chandlersfuneral]

negan smith drabble

negan x chubby fem!reader

tags: implied fatphobia, degrading terms, NSFW, name calling, piv.

negan smith definitely has a thing for chubby chicks. not quite a chubby chaser, though. in fact, he prefers lengthy, slender women. but every once in a while he has a bigger, busty woman in his bed.

he likes your size. the way your shirt is just a little too tight around your curves and crevices. how your plump ass hangs out your shorts a bit when you bend down.

negan will praise you with disgustingly sweet things like “you look so beautiful bouncing on my cock like that honey, yeah.” while guiding your hips in whichever way he wants you.

then in a blink of an eye, he’s got a fist full of your dark hair spouting absolute vile things. from calling you a ‘fat little whore’ to going back to praising you for being so good for him.

the way he pokes fun at your extra weight is a little upsetting. but you can’t help but feel an entirely different way about it when negan’s muscular hands are traveling all around your body while he slams his cock inside you.

i have SUCH bad insomnia right now and so i wanted to get this little drabble out before i couldn’t comprehend words. i had this idea yesterday but I LOVE IT UGH UGH UGH

i am a plus sized chick

BYE ���

[sinsandsweetness]

Okay- one more Negan prompt idea I thought of while I was at work haha.

Picture this for me- Negan accidentally discovering that you have a real big thing for being choked haha

cw- toxic relationship, suggestive, choking, negan’s a bad guy sorry not sorry, he’s still sexy idc.

You didn’t intend to start a fight. Really. You wanted no part in this whole marriage shit to begin with. So when he confronted you about your attitude after his latest visit to Alexandria, instead of immediately submitting like the other wives do, you held your ground. Arms crossed over your skintight black bandage dress. Seriously impractical stiletto heels digging into the concrete beneath you as you held your head high. You’re not intimidated by him. Sure, he’s got a bat. And an army. And what seems to be the power of a fucking god, but you’re not falling for it. Not the way the rest of the wives are. All shy and timid and teary eyed. No. Not you.

“You rally think you can talk to me like that?” Negan’s teeth are so white they’re hard not to focus on when he’s smirking right in front of you.

“Like what,” your voice is monotone. Unimpressed. Unbothered.

“Like you think you’re above all this. Look at you. You get a warm meal three times a day. A clean bed to sleep in at night. A handsome ass husband who makes sure to provide you with everything you could possibly need.” His smile drops. Dark eyes baring into your own. “Yet you still act like an ungrateful little kid.”

“I just don’t see why you have to take all their-“

“I do what I do to keep you all alive! Is that not enough for you? Questioning the way I run shit?” He interrupts, nose practically grazing your own. The echo of his booming voice bouncing off the concrete walls of his bedroom.

Your heart skips a beat but you still don’t look away. You’re not backing down to this asshole. You have a point. There was no need for this last haul from Alexandria. Nothing they brought back was of any real use. It all went straight to storage. At least the stuff they decided not to toss and burn on their way home.

It made you sick.

You roll your eyes at the realization that you truly have nothing more to say.

“You better fix your fucking attitude, sweetheart.”

“Or what?” You spit. Immediately regretting your little performance when he’s got his hand wrapped around your neck, shoving you up against the wall and tightening his grip.

Your eyes goes wide as you try and suck in a breath. Choking on your gasp while your hand fly to his forearm. Gripping the muscles hard.

Struggling to breathe, you claw at his hand which he thankfully loosens just enough to suck in a breath. But the hold is still there. Firm and warm and with how close your faces are and the look he’s giving you… it’s almost carnal. A heavy cloud of tension circles between you. Way too long of a moment passes where neither of you speaks. A silent confession of your undeniable desire in the way your body just reacted to his aggressive display of affection.

You can’t help the way your heart is racing. Or the way your gaze keeps darting from his eyes to his lips. Swallowing hard as he leans in and presses them to yours. One hand still holding you firmly against the wall while the other goes to your waist, pulling your pelvis forward to meet his. He knew you’d give in. It never took too long once he had his hands on you. Your fingers lace into the locks at base of his neck, deepening the kiss and tracing your tongue over his own. Momentarily forgetting what you were even mad about in the first place, because his lips taste like bourbon and his hands feel like heaven and it never fails to cloud your judgment like no one else you’ve ever known.

[cosmic-glow]

+18!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Notes: When you thought you had been kidnapped, you recognize the eyes behind the mask that are watching you. What was he planning?

Warnings: Negan x fem!reader; bad language; use of chloroform (in the reader); kidnapping (everything will be fine, I promise!); reader have a pussy; sex wearing gloves and mask (Negan); masturbation (fem!receiving); use of pet names; NSFW.

Something was coming, you didn't know exactly what, but this feeling had been following you for a few days, getting stronger and stronger. Something was coming to get you. It was as if all the corridors of the Sanctuary had eyes and were watching your every move, some of your things started to disappear, you complained to Negan but nothing was resolved. Someone was setting you up and you knew it.

Confirmation came when when leaving the room shared with Negan, someone covered your head with a cloth bag and held you tight. You struggled and kicked, but apparently it was more than one person, a familiar smell invaded your nostrils: chloroform. It didn't take long for your eyelids to feel heavy, your thoughts fuzzy and you blacked out.

As senses slowly returned to you along with the awakening of your consciousness, you opened your eyes to discover that you had your wrists tied to the headboard of a bed. Unfortunately, not in your bed. You looked around the empty room, noticing that the landscape from the windows was moving, this must be a trailer room. Your legs were still heavy, you tried to untie yourself but it was useless, luckily the rope didn't hurt your wrists. The landscape in the window stopped moving, whoever was driving had parked. Footsteps approached the bedroom door, you prepared yourself as best you could, at least your legs were loose.

Slowly the door opened to reveal a tall man in a heavy dark coat and leather gloves. You could barely see his eyes due to the white hockey mask he was wearing. The man dressed as Jason stood still for a while looking at you, which only irritated you even more.

- Who are you?

He remained silent, his muffled breathing against the mask the only sound in the room. With heavy steps he approached you, his eyes not wavering from you for a second. When he was right next to you, you aimed a kick at him, but before could hit him, he grabbed your leg tightly, not even allowing you to pull back. He forced your leg down again, as he leaned closer to your face, that gleam in his eyes was familiar.

- Do you know what day it is, dear? - he whispered in your ear.

- Negan?

He lifted his mask to reveal a smirk you knew too well, dark eyes with an amused gleam staring at you, delighting in your surprise. Your husband had played a lot of jokes on you before, but never something like this, before you could express your anger at him he spoke again.

- Today is a Friday the 13th, but not just any Friday the 13th, a Friday the 13th in October, the month of Halloween... Can you believe it? - he laughed.

- What the fuck was that, Negan?!

- I already told you before how I like "Friday the 13th", right? It's my favorite movie, so I decided to take advantage of the occasion, after all, it was on Halloween that I asked you to marry me, remember? -a sweet smile appeared on his lips, a passionate look staring at you.

Of course you remembered, the day remained clear in your memory as if it had been yesterday. You loved Negan like you had never loved anyone before, and Negan loved you just as much. There was nothing he wouldn't do for you, you just had to point to what you wanted and that was already yours. He had never disrespected you, and as much as you were furious with this crazy idea of ​​his, you knew he would never have allowed to you get hurt, he never allowed that.

- You know I remember, but the idea of ​​a kidnapping never seemed romantic to me.

- Okay, I exaggerated, but I swear it was for a good cause.

- So can you untie me now?

- Oh, no... - he stood up - ... That's the good cause.

Your husband lowered his mask again, you noticed every movement of his hands to take off his heavy coat, the shirt underneath highlighting his every muscle. Negan ran his hands down your legs and opened them to position himself between them. His hands moved up your thighs to your waist, sending goosebumps all over your body as he leaned down to your face again.

- I want to try something new today - his voice was lower than normal due to the mask.

Negan didn't take long to take off your pants, you now knew the reason for that sparkle in his eyes: it was desire. A desire that was making him hungry, consuming him more with every kilometer he traveled on the road with that trailer so he could be alone with you, so you could scream for him as much as you wanted without worrying about who might hear. To be able to take you like he never did before. Negan ran his fingers over your panties, the leather glove causing friction between the fabrics and making you catch a moan in your throat.

- You complained so much but you seem to be very excited about the idea, don't you, my love? - you knew he was smiling beneath the mask of the state of your panties.

With the same hand, Negan pushed the fabric to the side, making light circles on your clit as he watched how it sent shockwaves throughout your body, the leather fabric was still cold, but began to heat up with the temperature of your body, a heat that was growing and starting to cloud your thoughts, you were brought back when you felt Negan put a finger inside your pussy. The back and forth movements made your breathing hitch, the fabric sliding easier inside you due to your juices, sinful sounds filling the room, his eyes fascinated while moans left your mouth without you being able to control it. You knew you were close when he put another finger inside you and used his other hand to stimulate your clit again, now with faster movements.

- Negan... I... - the words escaped your mind before could finish the sentence.

- You like that, don't you, girl? - he laughed.

The movements became faster, Negan's pants becoming tight with his growing erection with the way you writhed in pleasure, your moans blessing his ears, you called his name like a prayer, his fingers curled to hit that specific point inside you, you couldn't hold on anymore.

- Negan, please! - tears welled up in the corner of your eyes.

- You can come, girl. You can cum on my fingers, my little slut.

With a wave of heat, you came, your entire body becoming lighter, your back lifting from the cushion and throwing your head back with a deep moan, your mind becoming completely empty, making a point of lingering on this feeling. You could feel the sweat on your forehead as you came down from your high, his eyes met yours, you were panting when he slowly removed his fingers from inside you. Negan took off his mask so he could kiss your face.

- Did you know that you look beautiful cumming on my fingers?

- That was so good, Negan - you said, still airily.

- Don't be hasty, darling, I'm not done with you yet.

He returned to the position he was in before, licking the fingers of his glove so he could taste your as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes still boring into yours. When he finished enjoying himself, Negan lowered his mask again, he was just getting started.

Buy me a coffee?

A/N: This is my first time writing explicit NSFW, please be kind!

Sorry for any typos;

October Calendar;

Masterlist

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: Negan Smith- Chocolate Addict

Going out with Negan was a rare occurrence. It was normally once a month if not twice. But not much more then that most months.

They were the equivalent to a monthly date. Just the two of us to be around each other. Sure Negan had other more important things to do. Sure Negan had his wives, but nothing was better then spending time with me

His words not mine.

With each outing Negan would declare something that he just had to find. For the past few years Negan had been talking about how much he missed particular things from before the world filled with raiders, zombies, and assholes. "I was really thinking about that good kind of Mac and cheese. You know the one I’m talking about Y/n." Negan mumbled as we would walk into another abandoned building or house in half-assed desperate search of supplied and such.

The list was an ever growing one changing almost every single time we would venture out by ourselves.one time it had been about the luxury of soft, brand new pillows the memory foam ones. "They just make you sleep the best." Negan would huff as we passed by another set of abandoned homes. "I could really use a new cycle of cooks for my shelve back home." Negan had become an avid reader. Raised brows would catch his eye. "Oh don’t play coy with me Y/n I know you’re in search for the second part of that romantic book you sometimes read at night next to me in bed." I’d roll my eyes and continue the search for yes supplied but also that second book.

Of course he also always never without a doubt complained about not have a pack of cigarettes. Not those were easy to find either. So scavenging we went.

Lucille hanging over his shoulder and a handy shotgun as my side gave us some leeway for walking about just the two of us.

That's when Negan started rambling on about the thing he was in search for today. "I was thinking I haven't had a good bite of ice cream in a long while now." Negan said as we contiuned to walk. "Oh Ice cream was what you were thinking about last night?" I ask him with one brow raised. Teasing him ever so slighty. "And other things babygirl other things." He said sweetly before grabbing me and pulling me close to his side.

"Are you still in search for those other things you've been talking about?" I whisper to him. He nods as we come up on a new section of strip mall we haven't searched before. A gas station sits in front. Negan takes the lead, and I follow close behind. Negan is careful managing to make sure there aren't any zombies hanging around.

Oh FUCK yeah I found them. They've got like twenty left." Negan shouted rather stupidly. The sounds started automatically. The sweeping of feet on the dirty ground, and the sounds of garggling then the running of them towards me.

"NEGAN A LITTLE HELP HERE!" I shouted, I took a few shouts then grabbed onto my knife that was in my back pocket draperatly trying to grab one and kill itv before it killed me. Then the weight of the zombie was gone and his head was bashed in. I watched as Negan repeated his actions.

I stayed on the ground, my heartbeat in my ear and then I felt his hand on my arm. "Are you alright babe?" He asked worry inprinted on his features. I grabbed his hand and he helped me up. "Jesus christ, I don't think… I'm okay I think." I muttered mostyl to myself as I got myself steady on my feet.

From the corner of my eye I saw something. "What else were you looking for honey?" I asked my voice a little hoarse. Neganw as still staring at me. "Why don't we just take a moment and breath yeah?" Negan tried. I shook my head. "What else were you looking for?" I ask again. "I was thinking about chocolate recently, Why?" I shake my head and start to walk away from Negan.

He follows close behind me. "What are you up to babe?" He asks. "Well ice cream isn't really a thing you can find out in the wild, but you know what is?" I ask Negan as I grab at the left over chocolates. "What is?" He asks still very concerned.

"Chocolate Negan!" I giggled. I was smiling wide. "Holy fuckin' shit!" Negan muttered as he grabbed a bar from my hand and unwrapped it shoving it in his mouth. His eyes glew and he moaned around the piece. "Oh fuck! That's fuckin' wonderful." Negan said.

Completed on: 06/12/23

Posted on: 08/08/23

The Wanderers-

[yandereworlds]

Yandere dad Negan teaching Y/N how to use a gun.

Of course, as long as you don't mind living dummies!!

If this concept interests ya'll, I'll try drawing more yandere walking dead content 😇

[pretty-circa006]

Can't Sleep

Negan x F! Reader summary Negan helps you out when you can't sleep tags cockwarming, pet names, fluff, groping just a little drabble (what is a drabble) born from my procrastination problem

*you are responsible for your own content consumption. if this is something you DO NOT like, simply DO NOT read or interact! :) *

i did not proofread this!

wc: 538

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She stood outside of Negan’s bedroom door, rocking anxiously on her heels as she waited for him to answer the door. She raised her fist to knock again, but before it could make contact, the door opened. Negan stood leaning against the doorway in his white t-shirt and boxers. He looked tired and slightly irritated, probably from just having been woken up. His thick brows raised upon seeing it was her standing at the door, in nothing but a tank top and panties. He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside before slamming the door. 

“The hell you doin’ walkin’ around the Sanctuary like that?” He growled. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep,” she mumbled, looking down, “can I sleep in here…with you?” Negan sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. 

“Fine, just this once. This will not become a regular thing,” he reluctantly agreed. She jumped into his arms and hugged him tight before pressing a quick peck to his lips. He set her down and she wasted no time in climbing into his bed. He climbed in beside her and she cozied up in his arms. His long eyelashes kissed his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shut, waiting for sleep to take him back. She wasn’t sleeping, and by the looks of it she wasn’t even trying. Her gaze was fixed on his pretty face as she doodled random details with her finger onto his strong chest. 

“Doll, what the hell are you doin’?” He asked without even opening his eyes. She withdrew her finger and rested her head on his chest instead, facing him. He opened his eyes and glanced down at her. She was looking up at him with small smile and big doe eyes. 

“It…it’s hard for me to sleep without…you…inside of me,” she admitted shyly before burying her face in his shirt. Negan couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his mouth corners. After their nights together, Negan would usually stay inside of her, keeping his seed inside of her abused cunt, even after he went soft. It wasn’t intentional, but the first time it happened, she had fallen asleep before he was ready to pull out and when he finally was, she whined for him to stay. So he did. And it became a thing

“Oh baby, hearin’ that just tightens my goddamn pants!” When she peeked up at him, a dimpled smile was upon his face. She sat up and moved to straddle his hips, Negan’s hands on either of hers guiding her. He freed his semi-hard dick from his boxers before moving her panties to the side and rubbed the tip along her slick slit before lining himself up with her dripping hole. She met him the rest of the way, sliding down his shaft. She felt each vein sliding along the velvety walls of her pussy.

“You fill me up so good, Negan,” she sighed contently before laying down against his chest. His large hands slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and groped her ass. She let a breathy moan out by his ear as he continued kneading the mounds. 

“Neegaan, I’m trying to sleep,” she whined. 

“Shhh, babydoll, go to sleep.” 

thank you for reading!

[bring-forth-his-sac]

ok so I saw this mouth watering gif and wrote a small drabble for it but with Negan instead of Jason Crouse

(warning: kinda nsfw)

“What are you reading?!”.

You stand in the doorway of the bedroom, mouth agape at the confusing sight you’re met with. In front of you is Negan, still in bed after your morning romp, but with an old newspaper in his hands from when the world still worked.

Negan gives a slight shrug. There’s a mischievous smirk on his lips that tells you he’s pleased with your reaction. 

“What?" he replies innocently, pretending to not understand your surprise. "I'm just keeping up with what’s happening in the world, Sweetcheeks" Negan casually flips to the next page, acting as if the newspaper isn’t at least a couple years old.

“But where did you even get that?” you question, coming closer to the bed “Do you have a stack of old newspapers just laying around?”.

Negan adjusts his glasses as he responds, "One of my men found it on the last supply run. Why, you interested in giving it a read when I'm finished?". 

You decide to play along, lounging across the end of the bed and propping your head up with your elbow. "Anything interesting in there?" your tone is one of mock curiosity.

Negan thinks for a moment, skimming the contents of the page in front of him. “The Yankees won again, a murder here, another war there,” he says uninterested before slowly trailing off “and… oh shit…”.

As much as you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, your head perks up as he hesitates. 

Negan's gaze slowly shifts from the newspaper to you, his expression growing sombre. In a quiet voice you ask, "Yeah... what else?". Your question hangs in the air, a few beats of silence passing before Negan answers you.

“... Stock market’s down”. 

You immediately scoff, realizing you've been duped. "Well, damn. I fell hook, line, and sinker for that one," you mumble, shaking your head. 

"I don’t know how I’ll go on," Negan declares dramatically, fully committed to maintaining his facade. He knows he’s got you right where he wants you, unable to hide the amusement in his eyes.

You stretch out before slowly crawling closer to him, a teasing smile on your lips. "I’m guessing you’ll need some time to properly process this heartbreaking news, huh?" you quip, moving towards him with a hint of playfulness.

"If only I had some kind of distraction..." Negan laments, pretending to be lost in thought as he continues “Some kinda hot distraction that has a nice ass…”

Acting quickly, you straddle him and swipe the newspaper from his hands, tossing it aside onto the bedroom floor. “Stock market might be down but I can definitely feel something else coming up” you grind your hips against him, feeling his stiffening arousal.

Negan grins widely as you continue to move against him. "You think this is gonna make the headlines?" he teases, his hands cupping your ass and slowly kneading the soft skin.

You roll your eyes, already anticipating the barrage of puns that are sure to come. "Don't even," you warn and before he can speak, you lean in and kiss him passionately, effectively silencing any further attempts to make a joke. 

Negan eagerly returns the kiss, savoring the sensation of your lips. Without hesitation, he cunningly slides his tongue into your mouth, the taste of him making your body ache for more.

As you bring your hand down to grip him, Negan resists the temptation to make another pun just yet. Instead, he decides to hold off on the inevitable one-liners until afterwards, unable to stop himself from giving you his full attention.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

You leaned away as his gloved hand came up to perhaps stroke or clasp your cheek and he stopped mid-motion and clicked his tongue at you, his teeth denting into his bottom lip for a moment. But he recovered quickly and that wolfish smile was soon back on his face.

"You really expect me to fall for your sweet talking, Negan?" you said in a low voice, clearly unamused by his antics. "I have a lot of practice being manipulated and lied to. Pretty much my entire life. This isn't my first fucking rodeo with a narcissistic psychopath. I'm not someone who's going to fall for your bullshit."

His eyebrows lifted and he chuckled lightly. "Bullshit, doll? But I am tellin' the truth here. I do like you. I don't have to lie about that."

"I'm sure you'll get over it when I start leaving the bodies of your men on the Sanctuary's doorstep," you growled back. You turned to walk away but you heard him laughing again behind you.

"Hey, doll! If you're tryin' to turn me off, you should stop sayin' shit like that because DAMN. That is hitting me in all the right places!" he yelled after you.

Prompt: "I have a lot of practice being manipulated and lied to."

[bobbyseyesmile]

Thank you for the Negan drabble 🙏🏻🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

of course mama

[st4rfckerz]

negan loves having power over you

(mdni 18+ dubcon, humiliation maybe ??)

Negan flips you roughly onto your back, looming over you with a wicked grin. He hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, pushing them up towards your chest as he adjusts his stance. You feel the head of his thick cock pressing insistently at your entrance.

With a brutal thrust of his hips, Negan sheaths himself back inside you, stretching you wide around his throbbing cock. He doesn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a hard, driving pace. The old couch creaks softly beneath you with each powerful snap of his hips.

You start to cover your face with your arm, embarrassed that he was able to trick you into getting into this position so easily. However, Negan is having none of that.

“Hey, hey... none of that now,” he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “You don't get to hide from me, sweetheart. I want to see those pretty eyes when I’m inside you.”

Despite Negan's warning, you continue to cover your face, unable to meet his cocky gaze. This time, he doesn't just grab your wrist— he grabs both of your wrists in one large, strong hand and roughly pins your arms to your chest. His grip is like a steel vice, unyielding and inescapable. He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks in a low, threatening growl.

“Didn't I just tell you not to hide from me?” he snarls. “Keep your hands where I can see ‘em, and look at me.” He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours, making sure you feel every thick inch of him buried deep inside you.

Reluctantly, you allow your eyes to meet Negan's intense gaze. As your eyes lock with his, a cruel, smug smile spreads across his face, revealing those deep dimples. His eyes bore into yours, dark and intense, daring you to look away. He chuckles low and rough, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“See, there you go,” His grip on your wrists eases slightly, but he doesn't let you go, keeping your arms pinned to your chest. Negan's grin widens, turning even more wicked as he sees the embarrassment and reluctance in your eyes. He knows he has you at his mercy, completely under his control. He uses this power to tease you mercilessly.

“Look at you, all spread out and stuffed full of my cock,” he taunts, his voice a quiet, mocking rumble. “I bet you'd be mortified if anyone from your little community saw you like this— takin’ me like a champ.” His tip brushes harshly against that special spot inside you, making you gasp. His eyes gleam with cruel amusement as he watches your face, relishing your reaction.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. Your secret's safe with me.”

For now.

[justsomegdude]

Prisoner!Negan x Gn!Reader

Prompt: “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” // “Can I pick?”

Warning: Negan.

A/N: I don’t know if you guys actually like these silly things I come up with, but i’m trying to get used to writing so i’m starting small so i can get comfy with writing actual one shots and stories! (my posting patterns will be all over the place as i haven’t gotten used to writing yet!)

You had visited Negan, You were in charge of handing him his meals. Throughout the time of you doing so, you had gotten closer to him. He still annoyed you to the end though.

You and Negan were mostly comfortable with each other, you’ve told each other a lot about your life before the apocalypse. While you were there when he was against your community, it almost felt like you befriended him, understood him.

“Hi Negan!” You enter the room holding a tray with his meal, a wide smile spread across your face. You now stood in front of the bars of his cell.

“Hey, Doll.” He replied, standing up and walking towards the bars to stand in front of you. He looked down at the food, a slight smile tugging at his lips, he seems happy with the meal you brought him. “Can’t believe you still bother to feed me.”

You looked up at him and shifted your weight to your opposite foot. “It’s not a bother.. I actually enjoy it. sometimes.” You went over to unlock his cell, You’re meant to cuff him, but after so long you trust he won’t do anything dumb. You still don’t trust him as a person though. Handing him his food and locking it back up.

“Sometimes? Only sometimes?” He snickered as he took the food with pride and set the tray down on his cot, ignoring it as he walked back up to the bars. His right hand went to hold the bar in front of him, leaning over you the best he can.

“Yes sometimes, you’re only okay some days.” You look up at him, the smile on your face still present. “Somedays I can tolerate you, other days I wanna rip your vocal cords out, most days I want to murder you.” Your smile widened as you obviously joked.

He let out yet another laugh. “Damn doll, you’re kinky.” He looked down upon you, his tongue moving to lick over his lower lip, looking down at your own lips. His body weight shifted forward, closer to the bars. “What about right now?” He asked.

Your glance looked down to his lips for a split second before it heads back to his eyes. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” You spoke and set your hand on your hip, tilting your head a little.

“Can I pick?” He asked and bit his lip right after, you knew exactly what he wanted to pick. His behavior making it extremely clear. “Because if I were to pick, I’d want a kiss.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’d like that too much though.” You lick your lips and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Flirting was common between the both of you, most conversations included it.

He bit the inside of his cheek when you licked your lips. “I would.. but don’t you want to make ol’Negan happy?” His eyes fixated on your lips still as he spoke.

You leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he didn’t specify where, and you just felt like teasing him. You smiled and put your hands in your pockets.

“You little shit.” He huffed a laughed and looked at his feet, he was touch-starved and you knew that. So teasing him was so much more fun. He looked up at you with one eye squinted, a scrunched up face showed to you. He liked it, and he didn’t, just as you’d hope.

“Hope you enjoy your weekly affection.” Teasing more. It was wrong to feel this way about him, especially from what’s he’s done, but it honestly felt nice.

“I’d enjoy more affection..” He looked down at his feet again, almost like he was embarrassed about yearning for love. You brought your hand up and rested it over his hand, that was still on the bars. He smiled as you had done this, moving his hand to hold yours, holding each others hands after no longer resting them on the bars.

You shared a smile and a knowing glance. He made you feel happy, and you made him feel happy too.

[darylsdelts]

What about angst with Daryl??? I have a bot I made for myself following this thought 💀

Like an argument where things get said, causing silence for a couple of days and then boom! Next time you see him, it’s at the lineup…and then he gets taken…and then we see him again in Hilltop 🥲🥲🥲

(i actually broke my own heart with this one, my bot is so realistic it hurts 😭)

Anon! Drop the link RIGHT NOW!!!

This made my heart drop, I just know my poor boy would be blaming himself for everything.

Immediately after the argument, all Daryl wanted to do was come back to you and apologise in his own way. He wanted to hug you and tell you he didn’t mean what he said… but he didn’t.

He gave you some space, knowing it was probably best for both of you. The next few days were close to hell. Every time he’d see you on the streets of Alexandria he’d stare, hoping for atleast a bit of eye contact to know you were okay but you would just pretend you hadn’t seen him.

Daryl didn’t know that he could feel that sort of pain in his chest, like he was being physically crushed.

Christ, is this what women can do?

From then on he’d assume the worst.

You didn’t love him anymore.

So he’d pretend nothing ever happened, he’d talk to you if it were necessary but otherwise acted like the old Daryl, the one you had met before the spark grew.

Little did Daryl know how badly that hurt you… you were in the same position, you wanted to give him space and assumed he’d come back when he was ready but he never did.

So you assumed the worst.

He didn’t love you anymore.

You went along with Daryl’s act, assuming that’s what he had wanted you to do… but you missed him, you missed your Daryl. The one you had finally managed to break the defences of, the one who was starting to be more open with you but now all of that was gone, it disappeared like it never happened.

It was getting harder to monitor when Daryl was out and when he was within the walls since now he didn’t leave notes for you, but you’d seen him ride out today, seemingly angry about something but you could also tell he was hurting. You weren’t sure what had happened, no one had told you as of yet but some hours later you were sure that Daryl’s absence was something to worry about.

But you never thought it would be this.

You were pushed to your knees, your family lined up either side of you in a small clearing. The back doors of a van opened up, you couldn’t see what or who was in there but there was some commotion… and then loud panting.

You knew… god you fucking knew something happened, you should have spoken up earlier, maybe he wouldn’t be getting dragged out of a van right now, his shoulder leaking blood onto some sort of blanket that had been draped around him.

Fuck, did he get shot?

You lean forward, trying to look down the line of your family to catch Daryl’s gaze.

And after all those weeks, you finally did.

Daryl looked at you through his sweaty locks, his eyes dark and watery with frustration, his eyebrows twitch downwards when he saw you, he saw the fear and concern on your face and all of it was too much, he had to look away or he was gonna throw up from anxiety.

It was torture for Daryl, knowing you were frightened, knowing all of this before him was his fault.

When that asshole, Negan, stuck that damn bat in your face is when he lost all control of himself. Daryl jumped up and smashed his fist into Negan’s jaw, then trying to take further steps to tackle him but he was grabbed and pushed to the ground like a wild fucking animal.

He grunted and squirmed as his hair was pulled, he could hear you crying for them to stop.

“Get off of him! Get off! Daryl, get up!”

Fuck, he was trying to.

Eventually he was dragged back to his place in the line.

He wanted to look over to you but he was so fucking scared now, his heart was beating way too fast and his head was spinning.

He stole a short glance your way and he saw your hands covering your face, palms pushing into your eyes as you choked on your sobs.

He’d done this to you.

You would never forgive him for this.

Daryl just had to sit there, bleeding out from his shoulder as Negan battered members of his family before his eyes, he was sure he’d been the cause for the second death, Glenn. Maybe if he’d just stay put, he could’ve stopped that, he should’ve listened.

“No exceptions”

But he didn’t and it was his fault, he’d have to leave his family, they would never allow for someone like him to live with them now.

Turns out, that was the one thing he didn’t need to worry about, as he was stuffed straight back into the van, apparently Negan wanted to keep him.

Daryl doesn’t know how long he was in that cell for, it felt like years and all he could do was think of you. He was so fucking sorry and he knew he’d never get the chance to make it up to you and even if he did, you wouldn’t want to hear it. Rick wouldn’t want him back in the group but Daryl couldn’t stay here, he’d have to get out and survive on his own, completely.

With some help from one of ‘Negan’s wives’, Daryl escaped, however, his plan of escaping and surviving alone dissipated once he saw Jesus stood in front of him.

He’d come to get him out.

They wanted him back?

Back home?

Surely not.

The journey to hilltop was a fever dream, Daryl was unbelievably anxious, his breaths short, causing Jesus to keep checking on him to which Daryl didn’t reply to. In fact Daryl hadn’t opened his mouth the entire time.

As soon as they arrived at the gates, he could feel his throat closing up.

Were you here? Did you even want to see him? Probably not.

As the gates opened, Daryl kept his head down, following behind Jesus toward one of the medical trailers.

But then he heard his name.

“Daryl?… Daryl?!”

Daryl’s head slowly lifted to the direction of the voice, your voice. You were speed walking, no, now you were running toward him. You slung your arms around him, burying your face into his neck as you cried with… relief.

“You’re here, you’re back, you’re safe… safe now… I’m sorry, I love you so much, Daryl”

Daryl stood as still as stone. You were sorry? He should be the one apologising. You’re glad he’s back? You love him? You still love him.

His heart clenches at the thought.

He feels you pull away, your soft hands holding the sides of his face as your beautiful sparkly eyes look into his own. God he doesn’t deserve this.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Suddenly it all seems to sink in and tears are blurring his vision as he shakes his head slightly, no.

“It’s gonna be okay now, you’re here with me now”

He could feel the life flooding back into him, pushing his face into the crook of your neck as he completely breaks down, hiding his face from the world as he lets out loud, uncontrolled sobs into the fabric of your shirt.

“M-M’s-sorry…. M’so-orry… L-love you so m-much…”

You gently rub his back to soothe him, now realising that your sweet man had blamed himself for everything that had happened.

“Ssshh it’s not your fault… let’s get you inside”

You feel him nod ever so slightly and then you lead him towards barrington house, all whilst trying to stay away from prying eyes of the community.

“I’m so glad you’re home, Daryl”

He didn’t reply with words but agreed internally, however, he meant it differently. It didn’t matter where he was, wherever you were was home and he’s so relieved to still have that.

This is so badly written, I’m sorry! But Tysm for the prompt! This was pretty fun to write.

[cosmic-glow]

Could you write some headcannons about being negan‘s daughter?😄

Notes: I'm terribly sorry it took me so long to write this, but I hope you still enjoy it, good reading.

Warnings: fem!reader; a little angst; Negan being a loving, playful and protective father; SFW.

You are a princess, and that is exactly what you are called among saviors.

Negan is a very affectionate father, with his sarcastic and crazy way.

He could never actually say "no" to you, since you were little he spoiled you, you are his little princess.

He's very protective of you, always has been, but after the fall and your mother's death he became even more so.

Would teach you how to handle weapons and kick anyone's ass that bothered you.

You don't like to remember it but you know that even if he never said it, you were the one who kept him rational and firm to follow after your mother's death, it was a very difficult time for both of you.

And that's one more reason why he's so protective, he can't lose you too.

Negan is really good at reverse psychology and emotion interpretation and all that, so it's hard for you to hide anything from him.

Trust me girl, even when you think you haven't let anything slip he'll have asked at least 3 trusted saviors to make sure you don't get hurt going through with it.

Sometimes when he's alone in the office you go up to him just to gossip about something going on at the sanctuary, like two mean girls talking.

Depending on your age he would joke that you should date Carl or Daryl, just to piss you off. "You could symbolize peace between the groups! We would have a ceremony at the sanctuary, it would be beautiful, dear!"- his eyes glistening with sarcasm.

Oh wait, do you like girls? You're still not free from his teasing, even if you're asexual he'll find a way to annoy you with it.

But actually the idea of ​​someone with you really makes him uncomfortable. I mean he's ok with the idea of ​​you dating, but first he has to scare the person a little bit to doesn't dare hurt you.

When you were little he hummed you to sleep.

He'd let you makeup him, take you to soccer or baseball practice, watch the recitals, the plays, and he was always so proud of you.

But Negan is also the type of dad who would tease you a lot, making silly pranks, jokes and always taking the conversation to the more comical side. The kind who would rather see you sulk than miss the joke.

You know that parent whose child slips and falls and the dad laughs first and then helps? So, is Negan.

As soon as he saw you for the first time and held you in his arms he knew he was more than ready to give you the world if that's what you needed.

Negan made a "list of possible gifts" the Saviors could find to bring you, but you don't know it.

If you're feeling too superior in front of others, he'll embarrass you by saying something like, "Oh, there you are, daddy's big baby!" or "come on, my pretty princess, we're done here!", anything like that just to put you back in your place. After all (for now) he's the boss.

He would talk to you about "business", about how he wants you to fill in for him if something happens, what actions you should take, how you shouldn't truly trust anyone, never bow your head to anyone, and how even though you have to be stern and impetuous at many times, you must never lose your humanity, otherwise all will be lost.

You go on missions, but never alone to places he hasn't been, in fact most of the time you're accompanied, even if you don't realize it.

He knows you're more than capable of defending yourself, he's trained you to, but he still prefers to be on the safe side because he cares about you.

After all, you are his little princess<3

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