#fall into negan writing challenge

[naughtyneganjdm]

One Time Thing

Summary: With every meal, a member of Alexandria that Negan finds himself affectionate for comes down to visit him. On this day, Negan lets Y/N know how he feels about her leading to a sexy moment between the two of them.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC, third person), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47527771

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, oral (male and female receiving), etc. 

Notes: I made a challenge for myself to write a short one-shot to go along with a smut prompt sentence. I was given "*this is a one time thing* negan x reader but the one who falls in love first is daddy Negan" ... I hope the person that requested this enjoys it! And if you liked this in any way, please let me know! Y/N means your name or whatever name you want to add. Do I have to keep saying this or is it pretty well known at this point? Oh well, either way. Enjoy!

Laughter echoed throughout the small, mundane cell that Negan had been locked up in for God knows how long at this point. Pulling his eyes away from the book that he was reading, Negan looked to the window that they had given him to see that sun was pouring in. It was hot. Uncomfortably hot for him at least. It felt like he was being baked inside of his cell, but out there? Kids were playing soccer together having fun. From where Negan was seated at the corner of his cell, he felt a sense of loneliness fill his body when he tipped his head to the side.

The sounds outside reminded him of when he was younger. When him and Lucille lived in their small little home. Every summer the kids would get together and play sports in the middle of the street with one another. Closing his eyes, he still vaguely remembered what it was like back then, but the memory was somewhat of a blur and he hated that.

Huffing, Negan set his book down beside him and pulled apart the buttons of the blue long sleeve that they had him in. Tossing it on top of the small cot, he got more relaxed and slid his feet further out onto the floor. Stretching out his long legs, Negan looked to the door of his cell. Usually he would be having someone coming down to give him his lunch right about now. Most of the time he didn’t care much for visits, but Negan especially looked forward to his meals. Those were the times of the day when someone who had really caught his attention would visit him. Most people at Alexandria snubbed their nose at him. Mocked him or just plain out ignored him. But Y/N, she never did that. In fact, she always initiated a conversation with him. Listened to him. She empathized with him when everyone else just saw a monster.

See the thing is, Negan without meaning to had developed feelings for this woman. With her kindness and her gentle touch, Negan found himself in awe of her. She was beautiful, sweet, charming…everything that was far too good for him, but he couldn’t help having feelings for her. Of course he never told her because he knew that if he did, nothing would come from it. No one would want to be with him. Not when the whole town would shame her if they found out. Getting lost in his thoughts, Negan let out a long sigh. At this point in his life Negan knew he was too far gone for someone else to love.

This morning when it was breakfast time, someone else had showed up with his food which was extremely disappointing. Especially since she was the thing that made his morning for him. Getting information from the Alexandrian that came in this morning was hard, but he was promised that she would be back for lunch. Truthfully? It worried him when she didn’t show up because she had been the one doing it consistently over the last few months. So just knowing that she was okay? That’s all that mattered to him. The only problem was, with her not showing up on time for lunch it just made him worry more.

Forcing himself to start reading again, he knew that if he let his mind linger, he would just start feeling bad for himself again. It was painful enough being locked up here inside of Alexandria. The last thing he needed was his own mind beating the shit out of itself.

“There she is,” Negan’s voice rumbled when the sound of someone’s footsteps pulled him away from the book following the sound of a door closing. Excitement flooded his veins when Y/N finally made it into the room that held his cell. When their eyes connected, Negan set the book down beside him and offered her up a big, cheesy toothy smile that made her smirk. “I didn’t think you were coming. I was worried about you.”

“You? Worried about me?” she spoke up, her eyebrow arching in curiosity when she made her way toward his cell. “Why would you worry about a gal like me?”

“Why wouldn’t I worry about a gal like you?” Negan replied noticing the way that her cheeks flushed over with his comment back. Unlike the others, Y/N would actually unlock his cell and take the time to come in to talk to him during his meal which was something he really liked. Loneliness had eaten away at Negan for so long that Y/N had helped heal some of that for him. “You’re the best part of my day.”

Getting into his cell, Y/N brought Negan’s serving tray in with her and closed the door behind her. Holding out the tray, she waited for Negan to accept it before carefully lowering down in beside him so they could sit together, “I’m one of the most boring people here Negan.”

“Not for me you aren’t,” Negan hushed her, his thick eyebrow arching in amusement when she got comfortable in beside him. Noticing that she was wearing a V-neck shirt, it made a wolfish smile press in over his handsome features and he snorted. “Did you wear that for me?”

“I wore it because it’s balls hot outside Negan,” she swatted at his shoulder, getting more comfortable with her back pressed against the wall. “I’m sweating like a pig. I’m sure that’s very appealing to you.”

“You have no idea,” Negan rumbled grabbing the sandwich from his plate and groaning outwardly. “Sandwiches. My favorite.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” she nudged him playfully with her elbow hearing him snort before taking a big bite of the egg sandwich that she had brought him. “At least I try to give you variety with your sandwiches.”

“True,” Negan agreed with a mouthful holding his sandwich out for her to take a bite. With a huff, she took a bite making him smile before taking a few more big bites on his own. “You know you like sharing lunch with me.”

“Sometimes I think you make me eat your lunch so you know that I’m not poisoning you,” she watched him finish off the sandwich. Placing her hand over his knee, she caressed over it tenderly making Negan swallow down hard. “I’m just glad you’re eating now. You scared the hell out of me when you weren’t eating.”

“You’re what made me start eating,” Negan whispered poking at one of the sides she had brought him with his meal. It made her turn her head toward him and he cleared his throat. “When you cried about me starving myself to death…I never wanted to see you cry again.”

“I looked that bad, huh?” she hesitated hearing Negan snort before rolling his eyes. “I didn’t mean to cry. I just didn’t want the person I was taking care of to die under my watch.”

“Oh, so you didn’t just care about me or anything?” Negan teased her, setting the tray out in front of them after he finished his lunch. Pouring some of the water she had brought for him out into his hands, Negan splashed some of it onto his face and grumbled. “It’s fucking hot. Between being baked and not being able to come, I think y’all are trying to kill me here.”

“What?” she blurt out, an amused laughter falling from her lungs when he bobbed his head about. “You’re not able to come?”

“Not at all,” Negan alerted her with a frown making her roll her eyes. “Do you know how hard it is to wake up every day with an erection and not be able to do anything about it? I don’t know if it’s because of the environment or what…”

“You’re full of shit,” she chuckled seeing Negan shake his head.

“I wish I was. You can ask the father, more times than I care to admit he has come down here seeing me try to beat one out, but I can’t…” Negan snickered making her cover her eyes and drop her head back against the wall while they both laughed. “I know I’ve had to make him uncomfortable.”

“You’re unbelievable,” she smacked at the center of Negan’s chest making a deep rumble of laughter fall from his throat. “So that’s why I see him going into the church praying so hard? You just burned that image into his soul for life.”

“I think of it as a gift, but it is what it is,” Negan shrugged noticing the way that she looked him over and his nose wrinkled. “What?”

“Sometimes I think you bullshit me to show off,” she explained sliding in closer to Negan making him turn his upper half toward her. Shaking his head, Negan’s dimples sank in and he let out a tsking sound. “See, now…you’re making me jealous that Gabriel has seen you naked.”

“Jealous?” Negan repeated her words with a smirk. “If you want to see my cock Y/N, all you have to do is ask. I’m kind of head over heels for you if you haven’t noticed. So all you have to do is say jump and I’d ask how high.”

“Bullshit,” she breathed out again making Negan’s expression turn very serious. With his eyes gazing over her lips, it made her heart skip a beat and she felt hot at the way he was looking at her. “You’re just charming and flirty.”

“I am those things, but I don’t lie to you,” Negan assured her pressing in closer to her so that their faces were close enough to one another. The warmth of his breath lingered over her lips making a shuddering sound escape her. “I’ve never lied to you. And I never will.”

Faintly his lips skimmed over hers, just barely touching them. It was bold of him to try this because he knew that he might upset her and she would never come back, but he had to let her know how he felt about her. When she didn’t push him away, he brought their lips together and he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was delicate. Taking his time, he allowed her to get used to the sensation of him kissing her before he deepened the kiss. Curling his finger in underneath her chin, he managed to get her to tip her head back. The movement had her lips parting allowing him to brush his tongue over hers in a tempting, teasing flick. With the sound that followed, he felt a fire flooding his veins when he tried to deepen the kiss. Wincing, he felt her hand placing firmly over the center of his chest and he frowned. “Sorry.”

“Place your hands on the floor,” she instructed him making his hazel eyes narrow, his jaw flexing when he didn’t get why she was telling him to do it. “Flat on the ground.”

“I don’t understand,” Negan panted, his heart hammering inside of his chest when she ordered him to put his hands at his side. Licking at his lips, Negan could see that her eyes were dilated with lust so he didn’t think he did anything wrong. “Y/N?”

“Hands flat out on the ground beside you,” she ordered and instead of fighting her, Negan did what she told him to do. There was a slow, uneasy motion in the way he did it, but when his palms flattened out over the ground, she moved in closer to him. Swallowing down, Negan watched her hands reaching out toward his pants to start undoing his belt making a sharp breath escape his lips. “Good boy. We’ll see if we can make you come.”

There were so many things he wanted to say. So many wise crack remarks, but with her fingers swiftly pulling apart the belt in his pants, he found his heart hammering in his chest. It had his body shaking. His lips were parted, the sound of his heavy breaths filling the air around them. With ease she unhooked his belt, tugging it out before reaching for the button in his pants to yank it apart.

“You don’t have to do this,” Negan groaned when she jerked at the material of his pants. Arching his hips up toward her in order for her to be able to do what she wanted when she pulled down the zipper. Licking at his lips, Negan saw that there was determination in her eyes when she pushed the material apart and reached inside to snake her hand between the slit of his boxer briefs in search of his semi-erect form. Pulling Negan’s cock out into her hand had him moaning out. “Y/N.”

“Don’t move,” she demanded when her fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock, starting to pump his flesh in her grasp. Negan’s head tipped back against the hard wall making her smile. It was taking everything inside of Negan for him not to respond to what she was doing right now. Sliding in closer to Negan, she leaned in to press wet kisses over the side of his neck and heard him growl when she did it. “This is a one time thing. You understand that, right?”

Nodding once, Negan moaned out when she bit at the side of his neck. Licking his lips, Negan wanted to bounce his hips up toward her caress, but he knew that she was specific in telling him what she wanted him to do. Sheathing him in her grasp she took her time to pay attention to Negan’s reaction to every touch. Peppering her kisses up over his jawline, her lips met Negan’s feeling his tense against the kiss making her laugh.

“Relax,” she encouraged making his body loosen up when he eagerly kissed her with everything he had inside of him. In no time she had managed to get him solid within her grasps. Pulling from the kiss, she stared down at Negan’s erection finding her mouth watering at the way he ached in her grasp. The veins were prominent going up the shaft and she took the chance to trace over them making Negan’s hips arch up toward her touch. “You have a nice cock.”

“I know,” Negan noted making her roll her eyes. Stroking her thumb across the ridge of the swollen tip, she couldn’t help but enjoy having her way with Negan like this. “If you think it’s nice like that, you should see how nice it is inside of you.”

“Bold,” she slid in closer to him, leaning in to kiss over his bottom lip. A deep, raspy moan escaped his parted lips when her fingers curled around his girth again working her touch over his distended flesh. “When did you have a bath last?”

“This morning,” Negan responded finding it hard to keep his palms flat on the ground. At this point she had a steady, firm pace that she was jerking him off and his body felt like it was on fire. It had been so long since someone had touched him like this. “Why?”

“Because I want to make sure that what I’m putting in my mouth is clean,” she answered against his lips, unhurriedly lowering herself down making a sharp exhale fall from his throat. Outstretching her tongue, she dragged it over the tip collecting the taste of him with a hum. Lazily taking her time to circle her tongue around the ridges of the tip of his swollen cock had him moaning out. “You have to be quiet.”

“Yes ma’am,” he obeyed her when she lifted her eyes up to give him a firm glare with her hand stroking over his tip. Already he was exceedingly sensitive with her touch so it felt fucking amazing having her doing that. Biting into his bottom lip, he gave her a nod of approval making her smirk. Dropping her head back down, she placed wet kisses over the tip with her tongue dragging out over the flesh in unhurried flicks. It took everything inside of him not to make a noise. Considering she was the first person to touch him in years, he thought he was doing a pretty good fucking job. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Mmmm…” she hummed taking just the tip between her parted lips making his hips flex, pushing them up a bit toward the wet warmth.

She was teasing him with the drags of her tongue around his tip, down over the length of his shaft and back again. Shaking on his unsteady hands, Negan felt a fire burning through his veins and he couldn’t avoid the faint raspy moan that escaped him when her mouth finally took him in. Bobbing her head down and pulling back lazily while dragging her tongue along his erection had him tensing up beneath her. Keeping his eyes on her movements, Negan wondered if he had fallen asleep and this was something that his mind had conjured up. Having her stroking his shaft in circular motions with her palm with his cock in her mouth was something he could have only dreamt of before. Yet here she was doing what she could to get him to come.

“Please, can I touch you?” Negan begged knowing that she had ordered him to keep his hands on the ground. With a wet sound, Y/N pulled her lips from his glistening length. A line of saliva trailed from her lips to the tip of his cock and it made him moan. Licking her lips, her eyes surveyed him over and she could see the desperation in his big hazel eyes. “Please.”

“Just one,” she allowed with a nod of her head wrapping her other hand around his shaft to pump his girthy length in her grasp. Raising his right hand, Negan stroked his fingers through her hair before his thumb caressed in over her jawline. With her eyes connected on Negan’s, she leaned down enough to take the bulbous head back between her wet lips making him moan out. Every movement over his body, she had her eyes locked on him to see what it did to him making him realize she was a whole lot naughtier than she acted.

“God,” Negan fell forward when she took him as far back into her throat as she could. Palming in over her shoulders, he caressed over her body noticing that she deep throated him a few more times. Panting, Negan looked up toward the window to make sure that no one was noticing the two of them. Right now would have been one of those times where he wished that window didn’t exist. Sinking his fingers into her hair, Negan gave it a gentle tug getting her to pull away from his aching manhood with a smile. “I’m not coming. I think you’re going to have to try harder.”

“Oh?” she marveled her eyebrow arching in curiosity. “Well, if I try harder. You’re going to have to make me come too. I can’t put in the work and not be paid back Negan.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan pulled her up to him stealing a kiss from her full, wet lips. Suckling at her bottom lip, Negan palmed in over her sides making her purr against his lips. “Get on your knees.”

“Now you’re giving orders?” she quipped, smiling against his lips when he nodded his head. “I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“You can control the ending,” Negan insisted with a rumble, his handsome smile tugging at his lips. “You’ll be thankful. I promise you.”

“I better be,” she retorted getting up to her knees making Negan’s eyes gaze over her. Snickering, he got on his knees and reached out for his pillow. Putting it on the hard ground before his cot, Negan grabbed a hold of her and made her face the cot. Bending her over the cot had her breathing heavily as he made sure that her knees were resting on the pillow. Grabbing the back of her pants, Negan tugged on the material getting it down over her bottom and to her thighs along with her panties. “Negan?”

“Shh…” Negan hushed her palming up over the small of her back pushing the material of her shirt up. Teasing his rough fingertips down her spine had her arching her back up while she braced herself on his cot. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

Tipping forward he pressed faint kisses over the center of her back while his hands found their way to her hips. Caressing over the flesh with small squeezes had her cooing and it made him wonder what things were like for her outside these walls. Was she with someone out in Alexandria? Was this her first time in a long time too? Grunting, Negan forced her to put her head further down against the cot and pulled her ass up further. Leaning back on his knees, Negan caressed at her full bottom testing the flesh in his grasp.

“You have such a pretty ass baby,” Negan proclaimed lowering down to nip at her flesh making her gasp, but it was followed by an amused sound. Pushing her cheeks apart, Negan moaned at the sight of her before him. “Now that is a beautiful sight.”

Mewling out, her eyes slammed shut when Negan buried his head between her thighs, his tongue lapping at the length of her wet heat. Grasping the sheet that was over his cot and curling it up in her fingers, she was doing everything she could to stay quiet. It was a strange feeling with Negan’s short beard rubbing up against her flesh while he pleasured her, but she liked it. Between the strong flicks of his tongue and the sucking at her flesh, he had her purring and panting with every touch. What made everything even more sensual for her was the way that Negan was moaning against her pussy while he ate her out.

“Negan,” she cried out his name knowing that she would damn herself if someone outside heard her, but she couldn’t keep herself quiet. With how hard her heart was pounding inside of her chest, she didn’t know if she could keep this up. Slurping, wet sounds filled that small cell while Negan had his way with her. He was wild with reckless abandon as he pleasured her like it was the first meal he had in years. Gasping, she felt him pulling away from her to squeeze over her bottom giving it a small spank followed by another squeeze. It had her wiggling her hips back wanting his mouth back over her. A deep rumble of a chuckle followed, but he gave her what she wanted. Dragging his tongue from top down, repeating the motion of his tongue flicking over the length of her sex. “Please…please…”

“Please what?” Negan slurred against her body, sucking at her sensitive flesh feeling her buck back against him.

“Fuck me,” she begged of him feeling everything inside of her aching. Excitement fell from Negan’s throat with him pressing one final wet kiss over her core. Getting up on his knees, he moved in behind her and firmly brought her hips where he wanted them. Looking back over her shoulder at Negan, she watched him reaching for the gray shirt that he was wearing to pull it from his body. Pushing his pants down to the bottom of his waist, Negan curled his long fingers around the base of his cock and teased a line with the tip of his cock between her wet folds. It made her bounce her hips back and a wicked smile flooded his features. “For fuck’s sake, please…”

“Please what?” Negan snorted, tracing his cock up and down several times over her. It was torture and he wasn’t giving her what she truly wanted. Tapping his hard cock against her bottom felt heavy with the smack it gave against her flesh.

“Fuck me now or I will never come back down here to see you again,” she warned with a hiss making Negan frown, his expressive eyebrows adding to his pout.

“Well that’s mean,” he huffed leading the swollen tip of his cock to her entrance. Pushing forward, he slid into her with ease with how wet he had already gotten her making both of them moan in unison. Dropping her head into the sheets, she tried to silence her moan with the way he filled her with his thick length. Pulling back his hips and then pushing forward had her bouncing forward with him filling her to the brim. Each thrust he made got more confident and harder with his hands leading her hips back against him. The smacking sound of their flesh filled the tiny cell while Negan pounded into her. Watching the way his cock filled her made him happier than ever seeing that her arousal was coating his cock. “Fuck…”

Surrounded by the tight walls of her body, Negan found himself lost in the moment while bucking up against her bottom. Her gasps were repetitive with his movements from being stretched by his girthy cock. Digging his fingers into her flesh, Negan wondered if it would be enough to leave marks because he was so desperate to feel all of this.

“Your cock is so big,” she whined biting down on her bottom lip, gazing back over her shoulder at Negan who seemed proud to hear that comment. “Goddamn Negan.”

“You’re not going to want this just to be a one time thing,” Negan rumbled sliding his palms up her sides. Adjusting his body, he leaned over her, hooking his fingers with hers keeping them closer together while he slowed down his tempo. Rolling his hips, Negan took his time making her breathless with every move he made. Kissing over the side of her neck and over her jawline, Negan could tell the change in position had affected her greatly because her cries were more desperate. “Not with how good this feels.”

“Please,” she pleaded with him, squeezing her fingers around his harder trying to bounce back into his movements. “I’m begging you.”

“You’re gonna come?” Negan growled making her nod and desperately kiss him looking to have that connection with him. With his cock rubbing up against her g-spot with every roll of his hips, there was just enough pressure that it was driving her wild with desire. Abandoning inhibitions, all they both focused on was the pure blissful pleasure that they were feeling. Sucking at her bottom lip, Negan hissed and brushed his tongue out at the wet flesh making her whimper. “Come on baby…”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she arched her hips further up toward his loving the sounds it made with his cock plunging into her tight canal with every thrust he made inside of her. Once her thighs started to shake, it seemed like Negan caught onto it with him starting to thrust faster. Letting go of one of her hands, he curled his fingers firmly around her mouth to keep her silent when she cried out into his hand. What sounded like a squeal vibrated against his flesh when Negan was forced to pull his hips back when a hot liquid rush flooded from her and down her thighs. A wet sound filled the air along with the awe that came from Negan when he just had her hit an orgasm that had her a shaking, trembling mess on his cot. Before she could even register what he had just done to her, he was back inside of her pumping away after she came, but everything was so sensitive that she was mewling out. Everything felt like it was spinning and she desperately reached back to try to grab a hold of his hips to get him to move faster. Eagerness flooded her wanting to have that friction again. It was an addictive feeling and she wanted more of it.

Desperately clinging to his other hand had him chuckling in his amusement, “You just made me come. Hard.”

“You don’t say,” Negan mocked, nibbling at her earlobe. “You’re not used to squirting, are you?”

“Get up,” she pulled her hips away from him, surprising him when his cock slid from her warmth. Shakily standing up on her legs, she felt like they were Jell-O. Barely being able to stand on them, she knew if she didn’t get him where she wanted, she would undoubtedly fall. Pointing toward the cot had Negan immediately getting up to scramble to the cot. Sitting at the center of it, Negan braced his back against the wall while she worked her pants completely off along with her shoes. With a smirk, she saw that Negan’s pants were bunched up at his ankles. This was a sight in itself. Negan naked, stroking his engorged cock while he stared up at her. It was a sight to be seen. One she would likely never forget. Crawling in over Negan, she hooked her left arm around his shoulders and reached with her right to lead his throbbing cock back to her entrance. Once she lowered down over his length, it had Negan growling out, his brow line creasing. “Goddamn.”

“Oh, it feels so good, doesn’t it?” Negan grumbled, his eyes desperate to take in her reaction to him getting her to squirt. “I’m jealous. I haven’t had an orgasm yet.”

“You’re going to. I never fail,” she smacked lightly at the side of Negan’s face making him chuckle when she braced herself over his knee with her right hand. Supporting her over him, Negan’s arms wrapped around her while she started to bounce her body over his manhood. Everything tingled and ached, but fuck she wasn’t going to give up until Negan came. “Fuck.”

“You love that big cock, don’t you?” Negan mused his eyebrows bouncing up when he leaned in to kiss her with all the passion that he could build up. “You’re welcome to come down here anytime you’re looking to have an orgasm. My mouth and cock are yours and very willing. Now that I know you’re a squirter, I’m more determined than ever.”

“I bet,” she started quickening her movements over him making the small cot squeak with the movements they were making. “We might break your cot.”

“I don’t care,” Negan panted, his head dropping to watch his cock slipping in and out of her wet core. “I’ll live if it breaks. Just don’t stop…”

Sharp breaths fell from both of them. They were both left aching for more while their movements got harder and rougher. Burying his head against the side of her neck, Negan grasped her hips tightly holding them in place when he started to smack his slender hips up underneath her plunging his lengthy cock inside of her repeatedly. Digging her nails into the center of his chest, she braced onto him with everything that she had knowing that he was trying to make her come again.

“Negan, fucking…” she wailed pulling her hips up and away from him once he managed to get another one out of her. Smacking at his abdomen had him laughing while she tried to brace herself over his body. An immense pressure filled her head, her eyes fuzzing over forcing her to close them to break that feeling of passing out. Being quiet after experiencing what she just had twice was so incredibly hard. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

“From what?” Negan chuckled, kissing up over the side of her neck while she tremored over him. Negan’s cock twitched with anticipation, eager for a release itself with how dark red the tip looked. “Coming too much?”

“Dehydration,” she responded making Negan burst out in laughter, curling his arm around her waist to bring her back to him. Laying down, he gave her full range to do what she wanted when she braced her hands over his chest again. Taking things easy, she knew that she was so damn sensitive already. Dropping her head back, she could hear the wind from outside and wondered if someone had heard them in here. Even if they did, she didn’t care. This was the best experience she had gotten in years and she was going to get as much out of it as she could. With a wince, Negan lifted his head watching her ride him and the vein at the side of his neck started to bulge with his abdomen sinking in. “There we go…”

“Almost,” Negan’s fingers squeezed over her bottom helping to aid her movements over his pulsating length. Roaring out, Negan felt his climax rippling throughout him with his cum spurting out from the tip. With every downward thrust, Negan watched his arousal with hers covering his aching cock until he pumped her full of his release making her fall over onto his chest. The cot made a hell of a sound that made them both lift their heads half expecting it to break, but when it didn’t it made Negan drop his head back and laugh out. “That was…”

“Incredible,” she finished for him, stroking her fingers through the wet hair covering his chest. “I’m going to be feeling that for days.”

“You don’t want seconds for dinner?” Negan looked down at her, his hazel eyes hooking with hers making her smile. “Trust me, I have a whole lot more cum to give and fill you with. After years of nothing, these suckers are ready to give back…”

“You are so immature,” she watched Negan reach down to drag his fingers over his testicles. A groan fell from his throat when she hit him at the center of his chest. “I’m sorry about your pillow…and your bed.”

“Don’t apologize for that,” Negan placed a kiss over her forehead, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he tried to calm down. “I’m actually fucking proud of that. So never apologize. I wear the dampness with honor. Not only are you the first to make me come in a long time, but you’re also the woman I find myself having feelings for.”

“You…” she lifted her head up to see the nervousness in his eyes. “You what?”

“I love you,” Negan was quiet in the way that he delivered it, unsure of how she would respond. “And not just because I made you squirt and you made me come. Because I love you. You’re the one thing that I look forward to every day. And I’m sorry if that ruins this whole thing for you because I really fucking love you, but with the way shit is these days you never fucking know if something is going to happen so you should really get that…”

“Negan,” she covered his lips after he started to ramble off in a worried panic. Smirking, she shook her head and smiled. Lowering her head down, she rest it in over his chest to get comfortable.

At this point he didn’t know if she felt the same way, but with her cuddling into him, he didn’t take that as a bad sign. Nor was he going to turn her down. Wrapping her up in his arms, Negan knew that at any time someone could come down here and see them together, but he didn’t care. This was fucking perfect and he was going to cherish it for as long as he could.

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A Touch of Destiny?

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Request:

"hi dear

I love Daryl!! Super nice to see your requests are open again 😻

What about an angsty but fluff-ending story where yn is one of Negan's wifes and got send to entertain Daryl since he feigned loyalty to Negan (who believed it was real). They met more often and fell in love what leads to yn helping Daryl to escape and leaves with him?

Thanks 🙏🏻" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: When Negan asks you - one of his wives, to entertain the newest member of the Saviors, you expected a lot to happen... But certainly not to fall in love...

Set in Season 7!

Warnings: usual TWD stuff, bit angsty, fluff, swear words, Negan? (Once again, apologies to all the Negan fans! 🙈)

Word Count: 3,1k (Whoopsies...)

a/n: That was really challenging and interesting to write! 🤔 I have no idea, if this is a good oneshot or not... 🙈 Thanks for the request, nonny! I hope you like it - and I hope I got Negan right! ☺️

Tagging: @fictive-sl0th @in-this-minute @hotgirlsshareaccounts @fuseburner @goobysgoobers @thefemininemystiquee @alexreadz07 @azanoni @lokisgoodgirl

MASTERLIST

"And now look at him." Negan finished his little 'fairy-tale' story about Dwight and his family with a signature smile. "Pow!" He exclaimed. "One of my top guys. And we are totally cool." Negan exchanged a look with the blonde-haired man. "The point being, I think you can be that guy." His gaze travelled back to Daryl, "I think you are ready to be that guy." who stood like frozen to the ground beside them, dressed in those baggy, filthy sweatpants and sweater. A thin stripe of dried blood grazed his philtrum; long shaggy strands of brown, greasy hair was covering his eyes. "You look around here." The man with black hair said, gesturing around the 'fancy' room with Lucille. "This? Well... it can all be yours." Negan said with a smile, wetting his bottom lip. "All you got to do is answer one simple question." The man took a step closer. "Who are you?" Daryl answered nothing, just stared straight ahead, not moving an inch. Negan chuckled. "What, does the cat got your tongue?" He questioned, "You're just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this?" and gestured around the room once again, "I'm gonna ask you one more time." before taking another threatening step closer. "Who are you?" A thousand thoughts were running through the archer's mind in this very moment at lighting speed. The answer to this question was simple, yet it was as twice as important. Probably the most important question he had ever answered. The answer to it was quite easy as well. Daryl... He was Daryl - and those Savior pricks wouldn't ever change that, no matter how hard they tried to break him. No matter what hell they are going to break loose over him. He was a hairsbreadth away from answering exactly that - but he stopped himself. What if... What if he would say Negan? What if he could help his people in that way, pretending to be a Savior? He would never do this just to have a better life, oh no... If he would do it, then for his family back in Alexandria and Hilltop. So, he did it - without thinking twice.

"Negan."

The surprise on the man's face himself and Dwight was clearly visible. Apparently, they didn't expect him to say that at all. Negan was, of course, the first of them to 'recover', breaking out in a laugh. "Oh you've got to be shitting me! Dwighty-Boy can you believe that?!" The leader looked over to his 'best man', shocked. Dwight just stared at him, quite a bit flabbergasted. "We lock you into a tiny cell, butt naked, give you dog food and a lovely song to wake up to - and you don't give a fuck!" He exclaimed, before laughing once again. "We show you a damn room with a bed, TV and kitchen counter, and you literally get a hard one? Suddenly taking the bait?" Once again Negan laughed. "Damn... If I would've known that this was all it would take, I would've shown you right away!" The man bridged the last distance between himself and his new recruit, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Well, Daryl... Welcome to your new home."

You were seated at the bar in the way too big room; the nth glass of Whiskey in your hands. With every passing day you regretted your decision more of becoming one of Negan's wives. But what were you supposed to do? You had no choice. You were alone in this big, ugly, rotten world. It had been do or die - and you certainly weren't ready to die yet, even if there was nothing much left worth living for.

Taking another sip of your Whiskey, you suddenly felt a presence behind you - and you knew exactly who it was; causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Y/N, my pretty, extraordinarily hot wife... Please excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but fucking hell do you look hot today in that dress." You internally rolled your eyes. You hated, when he called you that, but nevertheless you put on your mask, turned on the bar stool to face him with a smile. You knew that when he approached you like that, he wanted something from you. "Negan, hey. What can I do for you?" He smiled that smug smile of his, wrapping an arm around your red mini dress clad waist. "There's something I want you to do for me..." You knew it. It was always the same. "And what would that be?" "Well, we took a prisoner a few weeks back... He got a special treatment by our Dwighty-Boy here and now he claimed loyalty to us. He's a Savior now... Belongs to the crew." You knew what this 'special treatment' meant as well - and you didn't like it one bit. You were in the Sanctuary long enough to see through Negan's... methods. "I want you to reward him for it. Tonight. Entertain him. Watch a movie with him, play a card game or chess, have a drink, give him a blowjob or even screw him - whatever he wants, I don't care. Just give him the night of his life. If someone can do that, then it's you." You frowned, were slightly confused by his request. Usually, he didn't let another man 'play' with his wives... And if he did, then it was one of his right-hand men, like Dwight or Simon. Not a 'newbie'... Negan seemed to notice your confusion. The man started to chuckle, giving you a wink. "I am in an awesome mood this evening, so I am opening up the pussy bar." You would've loved to slap him in the face at those words - but you didn't. Instead, you smiled again and nodded. "Alright. Name and room number?" Negan grinned. "55, Daryl."

You took a deep breath, when you came to stand in front of the stranger's room. You didn't like this - at all. But what choice did you have? You just hoped, that this Daryl wasn't a douchebag and treated you at least halfway respectfully. Not like some other men around here; objectifying you and only interacting with you, because they were lusting after you, due to the simple fact that you were a woman and therefore fuckable.

With another deep breath, you knocked, praying that this evening wouldn't end in a disaster for you. Please be not a cringy, old pervert. You thought, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. Please be not a cringy, old pervert. Please be not- Your mantra got interrupted by the creaking of the door, which sprung cautiously open. A pair of greyish blue eyes appeared first in the crack, before the door got opened completely, after those mesmerising eyes scanned your frame; probably checking if you were a threat. You could only imagine, what Negan put him through... What your eyes then saw, as they landed on the figure, standing in the door frame was something you didn't expect at all. The man, who must be Daryl was definitely not a cringy, old pervert. Rather the complete opposite... A shy, hot stranger in his thirties - you guessed. You swallowed hard, overwhelmed by Daryl's dashing appearance. And you just couldn't help it... You couldn't suppress the urge to check him out - so you stared, eyes travelling over his body.

He was tall. That was the first thing you noticed. Probably not as tall as Negan, but not small either. A blonde-brown, slightly greyish beard adorned his face. Although, the stubble was rather centred around his upper lip and chin. Framed was his defined and handsome face by brown, shaggy hair, which fell in soft waves shortly over his shoulders. Speaking of shoulders... Daryl's shoulders were broad. His upper body in general seemed to be very strong and bulky underneath that dark blue shirt he wore. A few buttons were undone, giving you a glimpse of some fine, silky chest hairs peeking out of the opened shirt. Strong, muscular thighs and legs were confined in a pair of jeans. Once again you swallowed, desperately trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. Your eyes met his again, and you could see in them confusion. After all, neither of you spoke a word yet - until Daryl decided to break the silence. "Who are ya and whaddaya want 'ere?" Gods, his gravelly voice, paired with that southern accent was turning your knees into jelly. You had to focus hard, in order to not make a complete fool out of yourself. "H-Hi, I, um, I'm Y/N - one of Negan's wives. He, uh, he sent me to entertain you." The man opposite you frowned. "Entertain me?" You nodded, biting nervously your lip. "Y-Yes. As a, um, reward for showing loyalty to us."

Daryl was sceptical, to say the least and quite a bit overwhelmed by the occurrence of this sudden situation. He actually preferred to stay alone, was not here to make friends after all. This was the enemy. And not just that... You were a woman. He certainly wasn't very talented when speaking with women. Words didn't come easy to him in general and a female being made it even more difficult. In summary, everything spoke against letting you enter his room. He wanted to just decline and close the door back shut - but something stopped him. A tingling feeling deep inside his stomach, he couldn't put a finger on. When he looked into your innocent eyes, he couldn't say no. And besides, he was really good in reading people - and he could tell that you were only doing your job. So, he stepped aside, signalling you to come in. "Thank you." The archer closed the door behind you, and once again Daryl and you found yourselves in that awkward, unpleasant silence. Although this time, you were the one who started to speak. "I, uh, I'm sorry for kind of just barging in. This, um, must be quite a bit weird..." The man opposite you slightly shrugged his shoulders. "Ain't weird, jus' didn't expect anyone else than Negan or Dwight to look fer me." You nodded. "Yeah, sure, right." Once again, awkward silence spread between the shy and forbiddingly handsome new recruit and you. Daryl shuffled nervously with his feet, clearly overwhelmed with the sudden presence of such a gorgeous woman. You quickly realised, that you needed to take the initiative, because Daryl wouldn't do it - which was completely okay for you. Shaking your head, smiling, before you looked him in the eyes once again. "Sorry. Let's just start over... I'm Y/N." The archer blinked at first and just stared a few seconds at you, but then the corners of his lips twitched into a small smile. "Daryl."

This was the first time you met the mysterious, shy and kind of withdrawn man. You couldn't deny, that you were immediately drawn in by his interesting personality - and his insanely good looks. That evening continued to be a bit... awkward, given the situation you and him were in. But nevertheless, you wouldn't say it was a wasted night - or even bad. No, not at all. You spent the night, talking. Yes, he didn't talk much at the beginning, but at some point you managed to coax him out of his shell a bit. Daryl tried his best to not make a wrong step. After all, he had a role to play and didn't know if he could trust you yet. You were one of Negan's wives... But just if fate wanted it, you came to meet Daryl more often. Sometimes sent by Negan; sometimes just crossing his path. The chemistry between you and the archer was close to perfection. A match made in heaven. You got along with Daryl so very well. He shared your opinions, your thoughts. At some point, you started to just sneak out, only to end up in room number 55. You treasured the friendship you had built up with him and so slowly, he became the centre of your life; the reason for you to smile.

The weeks flew by quickly and you and the archer grew closer and closer. Gaining Daryl's trust wasn't easy, but he felt so utterly warm and accepted in your presence, that he felt like he could trust you blindly. You were, without a doubt, his reason to smile. And what was this strange, fluttery feeling inside of his stomach, whenever he looked at you?

Unlike Daryl, you soon realised, that you had developed a huge crush on him - and well... It came how it had to come... You fell for him. Hard - and you regretted it not one bit. Yes, you were Negan's wife, but you never even harboured a trace of feelings for him. You were with him, because you had to. Did Negan love you? You doubted it. All you were for him, was a hot sex toy. Nothing more. Just another puppet on his strings. You weren't sure, if Daryl felt the same about you. You hoped he did. But all your doubts got washed away, as it suddenly happened...

It had been one of those nights, in which you had sneaked out and landed, of course, straight in Daryl's room. Talking, laughing and sipping on a glass Whiskey. Those nights were the best. So, it was no wonder, that you were slightly tipsy at the end.

"I suppose, I should go now... Sure, Negan's with Sherry tonight, but you'll never know... Wouldn't want him to discover our secret meetings." Daryl nodded, feeling a pang in his heart at your words. "'Course. Ain't want him to find out either." Sighing, you stood up, just like Daryl. You wanted to head for the door, but your foot got caught around one foot of the small table. Paired with the slight intoxication of the alcohol, coursing through your veins, which ensured that your sense of balance wasn't at its best, you stumbled and fell - of course, straight into Daryl's arms. He caught you. It was so clichéd; almost like in the movies. Your palms landed on his chest; his hands on your waist. The moment you realised in which position you were, your cheeks turned in a dark shade of red. Of course, you had been close to Daryl... But never this close. "O-Oh gods, I-I'm so sorry! I'm s-so clumsy, I-" You didn't get any further. Daryl interrupted you - in a way you never expected. He dipped his head, inched closer to your face, and suddenly were his chapped but utterly gentle lips on yours. Your eyes widened, as your brain caught up on what was happening. Could this be real? Could this be true? Your heart almost exploded inside your chest from all the happiness and love you suddenly felt. What caused him to be so brave all of a sudden and making such a 'bold' move? Perhaps it was the alcohol. Well, whatever it was, you didn't care. All you cared about was, that this was happening. You were so overwhelmed - in the best way possible, that you literally froze in place. Daryl noticed immediately that you didn't kiss him back - and being the insecure person he was, he started to pull back on an instant; afraid that he might have made a mistake. But to his sheer relief, you didn't let him pull away. Instead, you grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and pulled him even closer, slamming your lips back onto his.

From that day on, you spent even more time with Daryl. As much as you somehow could, without arising suspicion. Another few days - weeks, passed, in which you had been the happiest person, after the world ended. You could tell that Daryl was happy, too, but you found him often huddled in a corner, thinking. He was on a mission here, sure, but he also missed his family. He had to help them above all. They had to get their old life back. So, the archer made a decision…

You looked at him, blinking; shocked. "You... You want to leave?" Daryl nodded, chewing his lip. "Have to. Ya know that, Y/N. I gotta help 'em. I know the Sanctuary now. I know how things work 'ere... They need me..." You swallowed hard, but nodded as well. You knew. Gods, of course you knew... And who were you to stop him? It wouldn't be fair. "I'll help you escape." The man gave you a small smile. "Thank you, but... 'M not leavin' without ya." Your eyes widened at his words, "Daryl... I... This is..." before you sighed. "I-I can't leave... Negan's going to notice. He'll know - and he is going to hunt me down. I would put you in danger - and I don't want this. I would never forgive myself, if something happened to you because of me..." Daryl was quick to reach for your hand, taking it into his. "Y/N... Nothin' is goin' to happen ta me or you... Sure, that prick will notice and 'm certain he hunts us down, but... He won't find us. We can hide, until we and the others come up with a plan to defeat 'em. 'Sides, I ain't let somethin' happen to ya. 'M gonna keep ya safe, I promise." He squeezed your hand in order to underline his words. "Y-You really think so?" The man nodded. "Yes. Whatever happens, I ain't gonna leave ya." You smiled at him and quickly jumped to hug him; wrapping both your arms around his neck.

Planning your escape was easy. Putting your plan into action wasn't. You had to sneak out at night, passing several guards and of course the barricade, made out of walkers, but together you and Daryl made it; working perfectly as a team. Sure, there were a few close calls, but in the end, you managed to escape. Stealing one of the bikes, Daryl swung his leg over the vehicle, with you following close behind. "C'mon. Hurry." You quickly hopped onto the bike as well. "Hold on ta me." You nodded - more to yourself than to Daryl, 'cause he wasn't able to see it. You wrapped your arms tightly around his strong torso, holding on for dear life. Daryl started the engine and drove off, leaving the Sanctuary behind. You buried your face in between his shoulder blades, not daring to look back. You were, without a doubt glad that Daryl literally rescued you out of the life you lived in the Sanctuary.

The wind brushed through your hair, as you drove on the back of the bike, clinging to your 'knight in shining armour', hopefully into a new and better life. Sure, you had to find a way to defeat the Saviors first, but after that... The possibilities were endless.

[bricknees]

♡ TWD characters + Sleeping at Last Enneagrams + the lyric(s) that reminds me of them ♡

ONE, the reformer ; Carl Grimes ; "the price of this so-called perfection is everything" ⟡ "i want to sing a song worth singing, i'll write an anthem worth repeating; i want to feel the transformation, a melody of reformation"

TWO, the helper ; Aaron ; "sweetheart you look a little tired, when did you last eat? come in and make yourself right at home, stay as long as you need" ⟡ "what a privilege it is to love, a great honour to hold you up"

THREE, the achiever ; (reformed) Negan Smith ; "i finally see myself through the eyes of no one else" ⟡ "a mess of a story i'm ashamed to tell, but i'm slowly learning how to break this spell"

FOUR, the individualist ; Ezekiel Sutton ; "i'm turning out the lights to remember how to see, 'til a renaissance takes place and resuscitates the colour of paint and divinity" ⟡ "maybe i'm hiding behind metaphor, maybe my heart needs to break to be sure"

FIVE, the investigator ; Sasha Williams ; "a white flag waves in the dark between my head and my heart, my armour falls apart" ⟡ "as if i could let myself be seen, even deeply known; like i was already brave enough to let go"

SIX, the loyalist ; Gabriel Stokes ; "i want to take shelter but i'm ready, ready to fight; somewhere in the middle, i feel a little paralyzed; maybe i'm stronger than i realize" ⟡ "is it courage or faith to show up every day? to trust that there will be light always waiting behind even the darkest of nights"

SEVEN, the enthusiast ; Beth Greene ; "how wonderful to see a smile on your face, it costs farewell tears for a welcome-home parade" ⟡ "i want to be here, truly be here, to watch the ones that i love bloom; and i want to make room to love them through and through and through" ⟡ "i feel hope, deep in my bones, that tomorrow will be beautiful"

EIGHT, the challenger ; Daryl Dixon ; "you were wrong, my healing needed more than time" ⟡ "when i see fragile things, helpless things, broken things, i see the familiar" ⟡ "i'm just a kid who grew up scared enough to hold the door shut and bury my innocence" ⟡ "i'll shake the ground with all my might, and i will pull my whole heart up to the surface; for the innocent, for the vulnerable, i'll show up on the front lines with a purpose" ⟡ "i'm shattered porcelain glued back together again"

NINE, the peacemaker ; Lydia ; "choked up i realize, i've been less than half myself for more than half my life" ⟡ "how do i forgive myself for losing so much time?" ⟡ "a little at a time, i feel more alive; i let the scale tip and feel all of it, it's uncomfortable but right"

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#but if that's what happens that's what happens i'll go prepare my flight to jump in a volcano it's cool i always wanted to go to hawaii

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MESS

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You learn the side effects of sex pollen first hand. Bucky doesn't know what to do. But Dean does.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language. Sex pollen. Oral Sex (Female Receiving). First time writing for: Established polyamory & DD/LG relationship.

Word Count: 1k (plus 4 little words!)

Prompts: She’s pulling on the sheets. | “She might be your girl, but she’s calling me Daddy.” | A GIF described in bold.

A/N: Written for the fabulous @negans-lucille-tblr and her birthday bash! Happy birthday Bee! Hope you get lots of presents! 💗

He ran his hands back through his hair, the sounds of your moans driving him up the wall. You scratched at the door like a trapped animal and it was all Bucky could do not to open it.

Something was wrong.

Had been wrong since you came back from your last hunt.

“Baby,” you whined through the door. “Please…”

He had made a call to the one person who would know what the fuck was going on and who hadn’t gone that far after dropping you off.

“Dean,” he greeted upon opening the front door.

“James.”

“Did I interrupt something,” Bucky guessed, eyeing the suit and tie that was in place of the usual flannel and blue jeans.

“It doesn’t matter. Based on everything you’ve told me, you’re not going to like what needs to be done.” The sound of you falling to the floor in the bedroom behind them interrupted Dean and both he and Bucky turned to the door.

“You’ll help her feel better?”

Dean paused at the genuine concern in Bucky’s voice. He had nothing against the man, they both just so happened to be in love with the same woman. And the agreement to keep their relationships separate was about to change in a drastic way.

“You’re gonna wanna brace yourself before we go in there. She’s your girl, right,” Dean waited for Bucky to nod before he took a deep breath and continued. “The moment we walk in there, she’s going to be calling me Daddy.”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. But when Bucky made a face, one that clearly expressed confusion but the willingness to punch him, Dean shrugged and walked past him to at least hide it.

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99 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#4

Welcome to the reading list for January 2022!

Take a dive into some wonderful fic that I had the pleasure of reading this month. From fluffy drabbles to angst multi-part fics, you can find a little bit of everything for that particular mood you are in.

Summaries and warnings have been provided as listed by writers. Remember, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Read what you like and share what you love. ❤

Happy reading!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

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103 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#3

I always loved this scene haha

Maybe one where the reader sits in the backseat? Or something completely different. Go nuts

Thank you for the request, sweetie! I decided to go nuts 🥰

Title: Time Warp

Word Count: 245

Summary: You and Dean are stuck in a time warp, jumping from one of his memories to another with no end in sight.

Warnings: Time travel. The image of two Deans in one space. Crack, fluff – Look this is really just meant to be fun.

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125 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#2

I'm excited to share all the new fics I've read for the month of June, from my own exploration to taking part in the Champion Week challenge hosted by the fabulous @cockslutpadalecki and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Thank you, both of you for hosting this fantastic event that introduced me to the talents of new writers. And, of course, I want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

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127 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Title: Drowning in Silence

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Gen!Reader

Word Count: 894

Summary: Silence feeds the insecurities deep within. You can either drown in it, or break it.

Warnings: ANGST. Break-up. Low self-worth.

Bingo Squares Filled: @spnmixedbingo – dream sequence. @howbadcanitbebingo - woke up, and it was all a dream.

A/N: This is written for @negans-lucille-tblr ‘s nlthreenager writing challenge, celebrating her blog’s three-year anniversary with so many good angsty prompts. My prompt was you can’t deny how hard I tried from the song Easy On Me by Adele. Watch out Bee, I may be back for more! To everyone, I hope this breaks your heart just a lil’. 😘

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131 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

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This is amazing. I love my longest tag! Pretty sure it was one of my heartfelt reactions to @jawritter 's Too Close to Gone which is a Dean series I still highly recommend.

And thank you everyone for supporting my Dean stories. This really was his year.

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Fall Into Negan Writing Challenge Masterlist

Here’s the masterlist for the “Fall Into Negan” writing challenge! A big thank you to everyone who contributed! Y’all never cease to blow me away with your amazing stories! <3

Back to School

@demonhuntersspn - “Teach Me Tonight”

Apple Picking

@negans-dirty-girl - “Autumn Heir”

@ibelongtonegan - “Apple Pie”

Football Game

@reigningqueenofwords - “The First Time”

Pumpkin Spice Lattes

@faith-in-dean - “Cozy Sweaters, Fall Weathers”

Cozy Sweaters

@une-femme-de-lettres - “Warmth” 

@jeffreydeanneganstrash - “Strangelove”

Crisp, Cool Air

@bamby0304 - “Making Fun a Priority IV”

@storiesforbed - “Crisp, Cool Air”

@prettyepiic - “Fall Into You”

@purplemuse - “Cool Down”

@sweetsweetpeach - “Cool, cool air”

Knitting a Scarf

@negan-fanfictions - “The red for Passion and Warmth”

Raking Leaves

@jdmfanfiction - “A Broken Facade”

Haunted House

@winchesterswoonathon - “Haunted House”

Scary Movies

@embracetheapocalypsewithme - “Irrational Fears”

Trick or Treat

@letsby - “Sweet Trick, Cruel Treat”

@sherrybaby14 - “Trick or Treat”

Black Cat

@imjustmakingsuffupagain - “Curiosity”

@supernaturallymarvellous - “Black Cats & Witchcraft”

@badsongwinchester - “Black Cat”

Pumpkin Pie

@thranduilsperkybutt - “Sweater Weather”

Cuddling by the Fire

@hausbolton - “Baby, it’s cold outside”

@bamby0304 - “Making Fun a Priority V”

Making S’mores

@warriorqueen1991 - “Autumn Heat”

First Snow Fall

@faith-in-dean - “Cool Nights”

@dusty-cookie - “Priorities”

@imjustmakingsuffupagain - “Ruby”

@jasoncrouse - “Wonderful Wonderful”

@bamby0304 - “Making Fun a Priority VI”

Snowball Fight

@hausbolton - “Snowy Fun”

[ibelongtonegan]

Apple Pie (Negan one-shot)

This story is for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash’s “Fall Into Negan” writing challenge. The prompt that I chose was “Apple picking” and first I intended to write something sweet and fluffy but my dirty mind went down the gutter pretty quickly. I blame it all on Negan, he made me do it! It’s my first time ever participating in a fic challenge and I was super excited to write this story.

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Summary: you come across an apple orchard but when Negan, the owner catches you stealing his apples, you have to pay a hefty price for your crime.

Characters: Negan x Reader

Word count: 4,269

Warnings: angst, dirty talk, smut (breath play, cum play, oral sex, orgasm withdrawal, rough sex, vaginal sex), swearing

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At first, you couldn’t believe your luck. You stumbled upon it by pure chance, when you decided to cut through the forest following a narrow path. It led you to a clearing about the size of a baseball field that looked like it belonged on the cover of a cheesy harlequin novel. There it was right in the middle of the vast field surrounded by knee-high grass. An orchard with two dozen apple trees. The branches laden with ripe, red apples, inviting to be picked. The soft flesh and sweet juice of the fruit begging to be tasted.

You looked around for any signs of people but there was no sound or movement, except for the merry chirping of the birds and the soft rustling of the leaves in the light autumn breeze. The nights were getting colder but the sun still felt pleasantly warm on your skin.

You made your way to the trees to take a closer look. Since the start of the apocalypse, most trees stopped growing fruit altogether or their produce was eaten up by birds and worms before rotting away but these trees were different. Their branches were hanging low due to the number of apples on them and from up close it was evident that their fruit was not only big and ripe but perfectly healthy as well. A rare find, in fact, an impossible one. Too good to be true.

Not being able to withstand the temptation, you lifted your arm and brought your fingers around a red globe smiling down at you. You tugged on it carefully and the branch let it go easily as if rewarding you for relieving it of its heavy cargo. You rubbed the surface of the fruit with the sleeve of your sweatshirt to clean away the thin layer of dust covering it. You lifted the apple to your mouth and took a hearty bite, sinking your teeth into the crunchy fruit. The juice spilled out at the corners of your mouth and flowed down your chin. You moaned out loud and closed your eyes in pleasure as the sweet sensation spread in your mouth. It was the most delicious fruit you had ever had. Or maybe you had not remembered how good apples tasted, not having eaten one since the apocalypse had begun.

You lifted the hem of your hoodie to form a make-shift bag and started picking the apples into it. You could probably carry about two dozen easily back home. They would make an excellent ingredient for a sauce, compote but the dish you were most excited to make from them was a pie. The classic family recipe passed down from mother to daughter for generations. A simple shortcrust pastry filled with the delicious fruit and spiced up with cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves. The perfect dessert for Sunday lunch best served with hot vanilla sauce. You could practically feel the sweet, spicy taste of the pie in your mouth and saliva started pooling on your tongue.

You were about to grab another apple from a tall branch when you heard a cracking noise behind you. Turning around quickly you noticed a tall man with short black hair leaning casually against one of the apple trees only a couple of feet away from you. A mischievous smirk played on his lips that didn’t quite reach his dark hazel eyes as he looked you up and down curiously. His black boots, grey pants, and black leather jacket were a rather unusual choice of attire, but the red scarf around his neck stood out in particular. He looked more like a rock star than a survivor of the apocalypse. You had no idea how he managed to sneak up on you unnoticed. Apparently, you got so caught up daydreaming that you let your guard down completely. Luckily it wasn’t a walker but you knew all too well that sometimes people were far more dangerous than the half-dead. And while the man’s posture was relaxed and didn’t convey any threat or malicious intent, you wanted to be rather safe than sorry. You took a quick glance around the clearing but there was nobody else around besides you and the stranger.

Watching you intently the man spoke first, his voice deep and oozing confidence.

“Well, would you look at that. What do we have here? Little Red Riding Hood picking apples for her granny!”

“Uhm…can I help you?” you opted to go with being polite for starters.

“You most certainly can. First of by telling me what you are doing out here on your own? These woods are very dangerous for a pretty little thing like you.”

“I can take care of myself,” you replied confidently.

“Oh, I’m sure you can. But what if you come across the Big Bad Wolf?” the man asked flashing his perfect teeth.

You raised an eyebrow at his answer, contemplating if he was only joking or being serious with you. Judging by the smirk still tugging at the corner of his full lips, it was the former.

“It depends. Does he bite?” you quipped holding his gaze.

“You will find out soon enough. He might just gobble you up whole.”

The dangerous promise made a chill go down your spine. You have just met this man and he was shamelessly flirting with you already.

“Don’t mind me, doll. Keep doing what you were doing,” he continued motioning towards the apples in your hoodie-bag.

You hesitated for a second trying to assess the stranger. He didn’t seem to pose any danger, leaning against the trunk of the tree lazily, his hands tucked away in his pockets. He didn’t have any weapons on him, at least not where you could see them. If he tried anything you could take him out with your knife or run. Either way, he seemed to be harmless. Crude but harmless. He wasn’t the first man to hit on you and you were certain that you could hold him at bay. It didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes too. Maybe too sure of himself but quite good looking nonetheless. Before the apocalypse, he would have been the type women’s magazines called tall, dark and handsome. Making up your mind finally you continued to pick the apples but positioned yourself to keep an eye on him at all times.

"What are you going to do with them?” the stranger inquired nonchalantly.

"Apple pie,” you admitted with a shrug.

“I love apple pie. Especially with a lot of cream," he mused licking his lips and eyeing you suggestively up and down.

“Well, there’s plenty of apples here for both of us. Suit yourself and pick some for a pie,” you scoffed with an edge to your tone. You didn’t like the sly look on his face.

"I don't think so, Little Red. I'd rather have a taste of your pie."

That comment should have been your first warning that something was wrong.

"Are you one of them?" you asked trying to reach a particularly big apple sitting on a higher branch. You didn’t like where the conversation was going but disregarded the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach in favor of distracting him by changing the subject.

"One of who?" he asked picking up an apple that had fallen down on the ground. You noticed that he was wearing a glove on his right hand, which only added to the list of strange pieces of clothing on him.

"The people living at the big factory down the road behind the forest. They call themselves the Saviors."

"Nope. Never heard of them before," he said seemingly uninterested and started tossing the fruit up and down in his palm as if it were a baseball.

"They are a pretty scary group, have lots of guns and have most of the communities in the area under their thumb. Almost everybody works for them now and have to scavenge or grow stuff for them that they collect every week," you informed him, glad to have found a safer topic to talk about.

"Interesting. How do you know all this?"

“I passed by a place three days ago and they told me about them. Alexville or something like that. They murdered two of their citizens.” There were about fifteen apples in your hoodie now and they were starting to weigh down the fabric. A couple more and you were good to go. Unless the stranger caused you any trouble.

“You mean Alexandria?” he wondered and started tossing the apple back and forth between his hands.

“Yeah, Alexandria that’s the one! A really nice community with beautiful houses and they even have tap water and solar panels,” you added the awe evident in your voice. You could still feel the sensation of the hot shower you were allowed to take when you spent the night at one of the abandoned houses of the community. “You know them?”

“Briefly,” he replied nonchalantly still playing with the apple in his hand.

"They told me that if the communities don't deliver to the Saviors, they get punished brutally. I heard some really gruesome stories about their leader too. He's a bully asshole everybody dreads. His weapon of choice is a crowbar riddled with nails he uses to kill walkers and his enemies with. Rumor has it that he calls the thing Lucy. A pretty silly name for a weapon, if you ask me. Wouldn’t want to stand on the receiving end of it though."

"Probably better not to cross paths with him then."

"Yeah, tell me about it," you replied with a laugh. "And I heard that he has multiple wives. Can you believe it? I'm glad I could evade him and his minions so far. Which community did you say you were from again?"

"I didn't," the man stated and let the apple fall to the ground. "And you are wrong,”

This should have been your second warning.

"Wrong about what?" you asked puzzled and lowered your right hand to the knife holster on your belt.

He was looking at you like the cat that ate the canary.

"The bully asshole and his weapon. It's a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire. And he calls it Lucille."

He lowered his hand and picked up something from behind the trunk of the apple tree that was until this point hidden from you.

It was a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire.

Your heart sank into your stomach. It was him. You were chatting with no other than the leader of the Saviors. The bully asshole with the baseball bat everybody dreaded.

“You would be the leader of the Saviors?” you asked mouth agape not being able to hide your horror.

“Uh-huh. Negan, Lucille.” He pointed at his chest and then held out the baseball bat in front of him as if introducing her to you. “And you, Little Red?”

“Y/N,” you mumbled nervously. You called him a bully, an asshole and his bat name silly. You were in trouble and were frantically trying to think of a way out of it.

“That is a beautiful name. Are you on your own out here?” the man continued, taking a step closer to you. You could hear an apple burst under his boot.

“Uhm…actually no. My friends are...just on the other side of the clearing. They should be here…any minute, you know,” you replied gulping hard, trying to sound confident, but your body betrayed you, forcing you to take a step back instinctively. Your answer earned a snicker from Negan.

“Any minute, you say?”

“Yeah, we’re out on a run together, you know. About 10-15 of us. It’s a large group. They were right behind me and don’t take well to strangers so I think you should go before…”

“Before?”

“Uhm, you know, before they come back. I wouldn’t want them to hurt you.”

He let out a throaty chuckle exposing your dishonesty.

“Nice try. But I think you’re just lying to me now. So, care to explain why you were trying to steal my apples?”

"Your apples?"

"This land is mine. The trees on it are mine, therefore the apples are also mine. And I do not take lightly to thieves.”

If your list of crimes wasn’t long enough, you have just added theft to it.

“And how the hell was I supposed to know that?” you insisted getting impatient with his taunting.

“Theft is theft, no matter the excuse. You were going to steal my apples and I can’t let something like that slide.”

“Sorry, I didn’t see your name tag on them,” you quipped getting fed up with his cockiness.

If he thought that you were going to cave in just because he claimed to be the owner of the trees, he was in for a big surprise. As far as you were concerned, the apples belonged to whoever picked them first.

“Don’t smart mouth me, Little Red,” he growled tightening his grip on his baseball bat. “You better watch your mouth or I will not go easy on you.”

“Oh. I’m pissing my pants already,” you mocked, rolling your eyes at him. His arrogance was starting to get on your nerves and you were adamant not to let him intimidate you.

“Oh, believe me, you will be, if you keep sassing me,” he warned his lips tightening into a thin line. His ice-cold stare left no doubt in you that he meant what he said. “I know how to teach a little brat like you a lesson. And when I’m done with you, I can promise you that you will be much more obedient.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you challenged him with a defiant look.

“Careful what you wish for,” he scowled darkly not pleased with your response.

You shouldn’t have been testing him, but your stubbornness got the better of you. No man no matter how brutal of a leader he was rumored to be was going to mess with you. Negan’s eyes were dark with anger and you could practically see steam coming out from his ears.

“You tried to steal the apples. That’s a statutory offense under Georgia law. These apple trees are mine, therefore, I'm entitled to fair payment for them. Or, if you can’t pay, to an appropriate form of punishment. So what's it gonna be? Payment or punishment?"

You thought about the short list of valuables you had on you. Besides the necklace on your neck, a lucky charm tucked away in your pocket and the knife in your sheath nothing of substantial value and you were not going to lead him back to your community.  

"I don't really have anything with me right now but I can go back to my base and get you something. I have some supplies that I can give you, food, medicine, tools, even some ammo. I’m sure we can make a deal," you offered hoping that he would take the bait. The moment he let you go you would bolt and never come back.

"Oh, no doubt about it. But no, I want my payment up front. Or...there may be another way," he offered with a twinkle in his eye.

You eyed him suspiciously. He was too excited about his own idea.

“You can pay your debt in kind. Come back with me to my place and bake me a pie from these apples. Easy peasy."

“It sounds like a good deal,” you started as if giving the idea some serious thought. “But if you want an apple pie, I suggest you start picking the apples for it because these are mine and I’m sure as shit not giving them up to you!”

Negan let out a loud laugh.

“You’re a wild one, aren’t you, Little Red? I love that! But I'm afraid that leaves you with a single option: to take your punishment like a good girl."

“I think not. Sorry, but I have somewhere to be.”

You looked behind your back trying to calculate the fastest escape route into the forest. If you reached the trees, there was no way he could get you. But the apples could be a problem. You had no intention of giving up the spoils but their weight was substantial now meaning that they would definitely slow you down.

Negan seemed to have read your mind immediately.

“Don't even think about running from me. I'll catch you and punish you anyway. Don't make matters worse for you," he threatened.

"You seem a little old to outrun me, don't you?" you asked playfully.

Negan, however, did not seem to appreciate your humor as the smug smile disappeared from his face immediately and his mouth tightened into a thin line.

"Run from me if you dare and then you'll find out. But if I catch you I'll give you a taste of what I mean by punishment. And it will be a big gulp that you might find difficult to swallow. But swallow it you most certainly motherfucking will.” His nostrils were practically flaring at this point.

You held his gaze for a moment before giving him a conspiratorial wink.

“Game on, Big Bad.”

You sprinted as fast as you could towards the forest hoping that you would reach the trees before he caught up with you. But luck was not on your side today. You have barely managed to reach the middle of the field when you felt a strong hand grab your left arm and pull you back roughly. You didn’t even have time to marvel at how fast he could catch up to you.

"Let me go, I haven't done anything,” you protested, but Negan was holding you firmly against his chest. “Fine, I will give you back the apples!” you huffed in defeat.

“Too late for that, Little Red,” he hissed. “Now is the time for your punishment. You are coming with me.”

And with that, he dragged you away towards the forest before you could put up a fight.

The kitchen of the Sanctuary was a mess. The apples scattered all over the floor, the bag of flour knocked over, the bottle of milk spilled on the kitchen counter. But you were a mess too. A hot, sweaty, wet mess lying over the kitchen counter, your legs spread open wide, panting and moaning as Negan was eating you out greedily.

He kept his word and took you back to the Sanctuary straight away. Upon arriving at the vast factory he led you to the kitchen and instructed the chef to gather all the ingredients for an apple pie. You had no idea how they managed to compile such an impressive pantry but within five minutes the kitchen counter was full of with everything you needed and all of it was fresh and of the finest quality. Negan had dismissed the entire kitchen staff ordering that the two of you mustn’t be disturbed even if walkers were roaming the halls.

You started measuring out the ingredients but didn’t get past the flour. You couldn’t stop talking back to Negan as he kept hovering over you insisting that he wanted to oversee your baking and commenting on every step of the process. Fed up with his overbearing behavior you threw the bag of flour down on the counter effectively engulfing the both of you in a cloud of white powder. Negan looked like he was going to murder you right there but then found another way to shut you up. Before you had time to protest he had you pinned against the counter and was kissing your lips roughly effectively taking your breath along with every cheeky remark you had in store for him away. One thing led to another and before you knew it Negan had you lying naked with your legs over his shoulders, lapping up your juices with his tongue.

Negan definitely had a way with words but the way he used his tongue on you was like nothing you had ever felt before. Keeping his hands firmly on your inner thighs forcing your legs wide apart he licked and sucked on your most sensitive part his ministrations filling the kitchen with sinful noises. He kept his eyes fixed on you revelling in the way you arched your back up from the table completely engulfed in pleasure.

“Fuck...Negan! I’m gonna cum!” you sobbed your body on the verge of shattering into a thousand pieces.

“No, Little Red. I’m not done with you yet,” he purred with a cruel smile.

You whined out in frustration as he removed his hot tongue from your aching core effectively robbing you of your orgasm. Desperate for release, you lowered your right hand to your pussy and started rubbing your clit but a sharp slap on your ass made you stop and cry out loud.

“I said, not yet, Little Red!” Negan grunted and grabbed your wrists forcefully pinning them down on the counter next to your body. “Behave or I will jack myself off and leave you with nothing.”

A pitiful whine escaped your lips in protest earning an amused look from Negan.

“Beg for it. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he commanded making your insides coil.

“Fuck me, Negan. Please fuck my pussy,” you pleaded looking up at him with a wanton look in your eyes.

“Look at you, Little Red, being so good and obedient for me. I think you deserve a reward for that.”

He stood up and pulled his hard cock from his pants. He stroked his dick a couple of times spreading the pre-cum over his shaft before positioning himself at your dripping entrance.

“Oh my, Big Bad, what big cock you have!” you moaned watching his impressive length in rapture.

“The better to fuck you with, my dear,” he replied with a toothy grin and then entered you painfully slowly, taking his time.

You moaned out loud at the exquisite feeling of him pushing inside you inch by inch and stretching your walls, your tightness making him grunt in pleasure. Once he was fully buried inside you, he started to move picking up speed with every thrust as he was fucking you on the counter with deep, hard strokes. Your breasts were bouncing wildly along with his movements and you raised your hips to meet his, digging your nails into his back.

“Look at you, Little Red. Taking my big, fat cock like a good girl,” Negan praised as he placed his gloved hand around your throat.

In your lustful haze, you barely registered the meaning of his words as he brought you closer to the climax he had denied you earlier. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot with surgical precision.

“Keep your eyes open and look at me while I fuck you,” Negan husked in your ear and tightened his grip on your throat when you didn’t follow his order instantly.

You reluctantly obeyed him and looked into his dilated pupils that felt like being sucked into a dark vortex. You would have resisted if you had the willpower but in that moment you had every intention of falling right into the abyss and letting it consume you.

You could feel yourself starting to tighten in sync with Negan’s thrusts getting erratic signaling that he was getting close himself.

“Cum for me, Little Red. Cum on my cock!” he growled and you did as you were told, pulsing around his length and spiraling into a mind-blowing orgasm that seemed to go on without end. Black spots clouded your vision as you felt Negan start to throb and shoot hot spurts of cum inside your walls while yelling a series of expletives under his breath. He kept thrusting into you, riding out his orgasm until he was completely spent.

Trying to catch his breath Negan rested on his elbows next to your body but left his softening member still inside you. Your legs felt like jelly and tangled off the cold metal surface sending goosebumps over your sweat-covered skin.

“So...Big Bad. Was this my payment or punishment?” you managed to say between breaths.

“Both, Little Red. This was my way to fuck some obedience into you,” Negan murmured wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.

“And you think it worked?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes with feigned innocence but Negan could see right through your game.

“Oh, I hope it didn’t,” he rasped poking his tongue between his teeth. “Because I’m pretty unrelenting when it comes to teaching a lesson and I intend on fucking it into you over and over again to make sure that you remember it.”

The prospect seemed remarkably appealing to you.

Negan stood up and carefully removed himself from you. You winced at the loss of contact and the soreness between your legs. He looked down at you watching mesmerized as his cum started dripping out of you onto the counter adding to the mess that was covering it already as a result of your food fight earlier.

“Fucking hell, if that ain’t a cock-hardening sight, your pussy filled to the brim with my cum.”

You rolled your eyes at his remark but liked the obscenity of it nonetheless.

“So does that make us even or do I still owe you that apple pie?” you inquired biting your lower lip.

He gave you a devilish look before answering.

“No need for that, Little Red. Your cream pie was delicious enough already.”

[dusty-cookie]

Priorities - Negan One-Shot

This is 1850 words of pointless, wintery fluff, inspired by one of many discussions I had with @asaucyginger recently. I’d also like to submit this little story for the “First Snow Fall” prompt of @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ‘s “Fall Into Negan” challenge. Thanks for letting me participate!

Pairing: Negan X Reader/You

Word Count: 1850

Warnings: None, really. Negan’s potty mouth and scratching the smutty surface just a bit. Other than that, it’s just fluffy fluff.

Tags: @lupienne @embracetheapocalypsewithme @luke-vaughn @lovingzombiechaos @kinkozan @negans-network

You stared out of the window with a smile on your face and a cup of steaming hot tea in your hands.

Snow. Finally.

You had always loved winter and especially seeing those first tiny flakes falling slowly from the gray sky. Nowadays, you didn’t even have to worry about if your rusty old car would start in this cold weather, or if the streets would be clear. You rarely left the compound as it was and you certainly had no desire to set one foot outside today. Gallons of tea and reading a book, wrapped in a blanket on your favorite window seat closest to the fireplace. That’s all you were going to do today.

If your “dear husband” didn’t have other plans.

Your brows knit together as you took a closer look outside, noticing the snowflakes had become bigger and were coming down harder now. Negan had gone out early this morning, probably to check on the water tanks and to make sure the Sanctuary would be ready for winter. You hadn’t noticed him sneaking out of bed. A soft smile replaced your frown. Who would have thought that the big, bad Saviors leader could be so considerate as to let his wife sleep in? Well, one of his wives.

When you had joined the Saviors almost a year ago, you had seen your leader from afar, thinking him powerful and capable and a little menacing and a whole damn lot attractive. Especially when your eyes had first met and he had given you a wink and that cheeky grin you couldn’t resist even nowadays. You had started talking and had enjoyed each other’s company and your work assignment had been grueling; so when he had asked you to become a wife, you had asked for one night to consider it carefully, only to say yes first thing the next morning. His dick had already convinced you weeks before.

You grinned to yourself. Somewhere along the way, you had become his favorite. It might have had to do with the fact that you didn’t roll your eyes every time he opened his mouth, or were meek, or drunk most of the time like some of the others. You actually enjoyed talking to him and you thought that the others were missing out on some really good conversations, not to mention the mind-blowing sex that usually followed.

The other girls always complained about him being too rough, or too selfish, or whatever grievance they had with his performance that day. You never understood their complaints, when Negan had turned out to be the best lover you have ever had. The way he used that talented mouth of his on you curled your toes just thinking about it. Making him moan and squirm when you reciprocated was the greatest feeling in the world to you. Or maybe the second best feeling, after waking up next to him in the morning.

You took a sip of tea and shifted your weight from one foot to the other, enjoying the familiar aching between your legs that always accompanied your reminiscence of Negan and your time with him. You liked him way too much. Sherry had been quick to mock you about your obvious feelings for him. Maybe she was just jealous of you having the privilege of actually spending the night with him. All the other girls were thrown out after doing their “duty”. You were allowed to stay and it usually led to some riveting conversations, followed by more fucking, followed by falling asleep in his arms.

You sighed contently and placed your now empty cup on the window sill. The grounds around the Sanctuary were now covered in a thin blanket of snow. The other girls were still in their beds and your thoughts finally came back to the present, revolving around what you should do as long as you still had the Penthouse to yourself. Tend the fire, tidy up a bit, heat up some more water…

The feeling of icy cold hands on your naked hips ripped you out of your reverie and you squealed. You tried to turn around, but your attacker held you in a vice grip, chuckling darkly into your ear. Your own hands went up your sweater and tried to pry off his freezing fingers, but he merely pulled you against his chest and kissed that oh-so-sensitive spot on your neck that always reduced you to a puddle of need.

“You’re an asshole, Negan! Jesus fuck, you’re cold.” You tried to catch your breath while he laughed and swayed with you on the spot, his mouth still on your neck.

“Good fucking morning to you, too.”

“It was before you assaulted me.”

“I think you just woke up the whole fucking Sanctuary. Usually your screams are of a different sort.” He finally loosened his grip so you could turn around to face him. His now warm hands remained under your sweater and on your hips, though. “What were you doing staring out of the fucking window, anyway? You were fucking miles away. Thinking about my dick?” There was that shit-eating grin that you loved so much.

“Yeah, actually.” You returned his smiled and went to stand on tiptoe to kiss him. He responded enthusiastically and your bodies and tongues were soon wrapped around each other.

When you came up for air, you were both panting and Negan’s hands had climbed upwards considerably.

“Thanks for letting me sleep in.”

“You’re welcome. It’s a damn fucking rare sight to see someone this peaceful nowadays. Didn’t want to wake you from whatever sweet fucking dreams you had.”

“Why do you always let me sleep in your bed?” You had never been one to beat around the bush. Negan’s eyebrows shot upwards before he schooled his face back to one of amused indifference.

“Because I really like waking up to your naked ass. You wanna complain about all the awesome good fucking morning sex we have?”

“No, I was just wondering about why me of all people. You always enforce your stupid no-sleepovers-rule with the other wives. And they’ve noticed that we spend a lot of time together.”

For a moment, he almost looked pensive. One of his hands left your ribs and came up to your cheek, his thumb stroking lightly over your skin.

“Maybe you remind me of someone.” He smiled down at you. You knew instinctively not to press the matter. He had dropped hints of someone important in his past here and there. Someone he had lost. He would tell you when he was ready. With a little shake of his head he put his mask back on, grinning, leaning in, his hands sneaking to your breasts. “All this making out made me all hot and fucking bothered, babe. How about we get back to bed?”

“Don’t you have a community to run?” You laughed while he got busy convincing you with his tongue and lips on your neck.

“They’ll be fine without me for a couple of hours,” he mumbled absentmindedly before nibbling on your earlobe.

You closed your eyes in pleasure for a moment. Negan pressed against you, letting you feel how hard he was for you. His weight pushed you against the windowsill and a soft clink reminded you of your teacup and your plans you had made earlier. You turned your head to the side a little to give Negan better access. The fireplace with its merry flames and the bookcase illuminated right next to it caught your eye. You bit your lip, more out of uncertainty than out of arousal. Sex with Negan was a daily occurrence, really. But enjoying the first snow from a cozy spot by the window, with a captivating book in your lap? You hadn’t had this pleasure since the world had ended.

Placing your hands on Negan’s chest you pushed lightly. He raised his head and looked at you with a confused expression. You almost felt bad. No, scratch that. You did feel bad. You could hear the other wives in their rooms now, no doubt finally getting ready for the day, and you knew that if you denied Negan now, he’d go find his release elsewhere. As much as you wanted to pretend otherwise, you were no stranger to the cold, nauseating claws of jealousy. But there was this one book you had wanted to read for so long, full of magic and romance and tragedy. And you had worked hard on the cozy fire this morning. And Negan had given you this blanket, made from real cashmere wool, as “an early Christmas present because you are cold all the fucking time”, which felt heavenly on your skin. You sighed.

“Can we postpone this? It’s just that I already have plans and I’m sure we’d be interrupted every two minutes anyway, what with the snow not stopping anytime soon.” You knew you were rambling and looking for excuses, but you didn’t want to brush Negan off too cruelly.

“Plans? What kind of plans could you possibly fucking have?” Negan realized his fuck-up immediately, but you still couldn’t stop your eyes narrowing in fury. “I mean, if you don’t wanna do this right now, it’s al-fucking-right with me. It’s not like I’m gonna force you.”

No, you’re just gonna find someone else to stick your dick in, you thought grudgingly. But you had already made up your mind and no amount of glorious Negan-dick would keep you away from a couple of uninterrupted hours of self-care today. You mentally pulled yourself together and smiled sweetly at him.

“Thanks for understanding. But come find me later, okay? And then I’m gonna show you exactly what I’ve been thinking about doing with your cock,” you whispered the last part into his ear and emphasized your words by licking a trail from his shoulder all the way up to his ear. The resulting shudder he gave sent a fresh wave of heat and wetness to your core.

“Heh… my dick and I will be here. I fucking promise, babe.”

He kissed you deeply one last time, gave you another panty-dropping wink and grin, took Lucille and then turned and headed for the door. While on his way out, the other girls filed into the room, some of them making straight for the sofas around the fireplace, some giving Negan seductive smiles.

“Ladies…” he called out to them and twirled Lucille in his hand before placing her on his shoulder.

You watched in silent joy as he ignored Tanya’s little wave and giggle and let the door fall shut behind him. The thoughts were running wild in your head and you almost didn’t hear Sherry’s inquiry about if you wanted another cup of tea.

“Yeah. Tea. Sounds wonderful,” you stammered and ignored Sherry’s questioning gaze.

After refilling your cup, you finally grabbed your belongings and went back to the window, where Negan had seduced both your body and your mind earlier. You would show him later just how successful he had been, you thought as you opened your book and wrapped your blanket tightly around you.

This day couldn’t possibly get any better.

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Cool Down

Author’s Note: I can’t title a story for shit. This is my entry for Ash’s “Fall Into Negan Writing Challenge”. My prompt is “Cool, Crisp Air” and it’s supposed to be winter-y but I went left somewhere. This is technically part of a series however you don’t need to read the other parts to understand. 

Word Count: 3,023

Pairing: Negan x Trisha (POC OOC)

Warnings: NSFW, Christmas songs, dancing, language, a tinge of angst for like 2 seconds, striptease, Negan being a goof, fingering, unprotected sex.

Tagging who may be interested: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @genevievedarcygranger, @i-am-negan-trash, @neganslittlebird, @seraphimkouenki, @negans-network, @sweetsweetpeach, @to-pick-ourselves-up-7, @jeffreydeanneganstrash

Sitting on the black leather sofa, Trisha fidgeted with the wine glass in her hand. She had been in Negan’s room before but this time was different. She wasn’t a wife when she was here last and now that she was, she felt out of place. Negan had told her to wait in his room while he had a last minute meeting with his officers and given her the glass “to calm herself.” Sitting the glass on the small table in front of her, Trisha stood from the couch and stretched. The black dress she was required to wear rode up her shapely sepia thighs and Trisha pulled at it in annoyance. She walked over to the covered high windows of the room and reminisced over one of the first conversations she had with Negan after marrying him.

**“I actually have to wear that?!” Trisha exclaimed, failing to hide the shock and dismay in her voice. Negan laughed as he handed her the black dress and pulled her in for a chaste kiss.

“Or you can walk around naked all day. I don’t give a fuck either way.” he joked as one of his hands reached down giving Trisha’s rear a squeeze. Twisting away from his hand, Trisha hit him playfully with the dress.**

Pouting, Trisha pulled back the tall, melanic drapes to revel the double-hung windows. The sun had already set and Trisha could tell it was windy outside because the trees in the distance bowed under its force. Trisha placed her hand on the glass and smiled. It was cold to the touch and signaled the seasonal temperature change. Winter had been her favorite time of year before the fall of civilization and a sad smile formed as Trisha remembered her family. Blowing on the glass, Trisha fogged up the window and drew a happy face. Deciding to lighten the mood, Trisha thought of a Christmas song and sang the words aloud to the happy face.

“Oh the weather outside is frightful. But the fire is so delightful. And since we’ve no place to go.” Trisha pulled on the levers at the top of the window. It popped with a soft thud before squeaking open. Gliding it along the track, Trisha pushed the window aside and was taken greeted by the breeze that hit her. The crisp, cool air engulfed her and flooded the room filling every available nook and cranny available to it. Trisha squealed in delight and took a deep breath. Normally the outside air had a tinge of death to it but tonight was different. The night air smelled of something different. Like pine cones and evergreen trees. Beaming as a shiver coursed through her, Trisha kept singing.

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! The fire is slowly dying and my dear, we’re still goodbyin’. But as long as you love me so...”

“Holy fuck it’s cold as shit in here!” a voice barked behind her that nearly made her jump out the open window. Turning around, Trisha faced Negan who stood there staring at her in confusion. Walking past her, Negan shut the window and held his arms out to her.

“Baby I love to hear you sing but I didn’t need the fucking demonstration.” he quipped as Trisha pursed her lips.

“I was enjoying the cold air, thank you very much. It was getting a little stuffy in here.” she responded matter-of-factly while stepping away from the window and back towards the couch. Trisha sat on the arm of the sofa and crossed her legs causing her dress to rise up a little. The moving fabric didn't go unnoticed by Negan and he keep his eyes glued on her partially bare legs. Humming to himself, he licked his bottom lip and moved towards her.

“I really do love your singing but tonight I'm hoping to hear something else.” he sat on the sofa cushion next to Trisha and folded his hands across his stomach. Turning to face him, Trisha uncrossed her legs to brace against the floor. Negan’s eyes immediately went to her thighs again and to the slight shadow underneath the dress where he could see her underwear.

“When you say something else, you mean another song?” Trisha inquired oblivious to his stare. Negan hummed in response and kept his eyes on her lower body. Confused Trisha followed his gaze. When she realized what he was looking at, she jumped off the arm of the sofa and grabbed the hem of her dress.

“I’m not used to this dress, ok?!” she argued as she marched over to the window again. Turning her back to Negan, she tugged again at it again now feeling self-conscience.

“I can fucking tell.” Negan teased behind her. “But I was enjoying the view.” Groaning, Trisha leaned forward and placed her forehead against the cool glass in hopes it would stave off her growing embarrassment.

“I’m not used to this. This girly stuff.” Trisha confessed, her voice soft and she wondered if he even heard her. She heard Negan stand from the sofa, the rustling of leather on leather alerting her. Exhaling against the glass, Trisha drew another happy face in the condensation.

“Trust me. You’re doing fucking fine. Just relax and be yourself. I like the shit outta that girl.” Negan answered as he placed his hands on her hips. Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, his hands traveled up her body to her waist. Trisha stifled a giggle as the scruff from his low beard tickled her arm. She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“You said you wanted to hear something else though. Do you have any requests?” Trisha asked again, not letting the topic go. Negan grinned down at her and placed a quick kiss on her lips. Becoming shy, Trisha smiled and diverted her gaze. Placing his hand against her cheek, he urged her to look back at him.

“I want to hear you say my name as you come.” Negan replied and Trisha’s eyes went wide at his boldness. Unable to contain herself, Trisha burst into a fit of nervous giggles. Negan looked at her in confused amusement. Calming herself, Trisha bit her lip and looked up at Negan and pulled him closer to her.

“You’re a pervert. We may need to open the window again to cool you off some.” Trisha laughed as she pulled him down to her to kiss him. Letting the kiss last longer than the first, Trisha pulled back and smirked at Negan. “Sure you don’t wanna hear another Christmas song?”

Negan scoffed and unexpectedly turned Trisha back around to face the window, pressing her against the glass. Stunned by the spin, Trisha had a split second to bring her hands in front of her to brace against the window frame. Bringing his hands to her shoulders, he slowly trailed his fingers down her back and over her backside pausing to give her a playful pinch. Trisha giggled and pushed her backside out to him more causing him to give her a light slap. His hands journeyed lower and reached the hem of her dress. His long fingers danced along her thighs and Trisha squirmed under his touch.

“Fuck it. Hit me with one, baby.” Negan breathed close to her ear. Opening her mouth to respond, a small gasp escaped her lips. Exhaling sharply, Trisha nodded as her words failed her. Laughing softly behind her, Negan curled his fingers under her hemline and slowly pulled her dress up; his thumb brushing her skin lightly. Once he had the dress over her rear, he stepped back and admired her, placing a hand on one cheek and the other on her waist.

“You say you aren’t used to girly shit but you have on these lacy ass panties.” Negan smirked as he began to trace her pantyline. Trisha snorted and reached back to pull her dress down but Negan grabbed her wrist. “Don’t you dare. I wanna look at this ass.” Trisha sighed exaggeratedly and shifted from one foot to the other. This earned another laugh from Negan who wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. “I’m waiting.”

Huffing, Trisha placed her hands over his. “I need to open this window. It’s getting hot in here, don’t cha think?” Reaching out, Trisha pulled on one of the levers to the window in front of her and pushed slightly. The cool air rushed in the room and Trisha signed in contentment while Negan sucked his teeth behind her. Loosening his hold on her, Trisha wiggled from his grip. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Watching her carefully, Negan went to assist her but Trisha spun to face him with a wide grin that threw Negan off balance.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas…” Trisha began. Negan narrowed his eyes at her as the lyrics brought back the familiar tune to him.

“No. Fucking not that one.” He groaned but Trisha had moved away from him and was sauntering towards the middle of the room. She ignored his request and kept singing.

“There is just one thing I need. I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.” Trisha shimmed around the back of the sofa as she sang with a bounce in her step.

“That one’s so fucking annoying.” he grumbled as he moved to stand in front the sofa. Negan crossed his arms as he watched her. He tried to keep his face unreadable but watching Trisha prance about was too entertaining. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and shook his head at her as she leaned forward and placed her hands on the back of the sofa. Arching her back up and down slowly, she allowed the loose straps of her dress to slip down her arms and revel her bra and cleavage. Negan hummed deep in his chest and Trisha smiled at him slyly. Standing again, she pulled the straps down and off her arms, her dress now bunched at her waist. A cool gust came through the open window and Trisha cheekily pretended to be cold, rubbing her hands over her arms as she rolled her body downward and back up.

“I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know.” Trisha shimmied as she pulled the dress over her head and threw it towards Negan a little harder than intended. Negan chuckled low at her show, barely dodging the flying dress. Kicking off her shoes, she skipping to the foot of the bed and grabbed one of the posters of the bed and began to slide down it. Negan’s eyes followed her every move, his erection clearly visible through his fitted leather pants. Toying with her bra strap, Trisha continued to hold on to the post as she swayed back and forth.

“Make my wish come true.” Trisha sang as she climbed up onto the bed and sat on the foot. Crossing her legs, she smiled sweetly at Negan before finishing the verse. “All I want for Christmas is you.”

Negan clapped as he walked over to the bed and shook his head. “I can’t believe you actually made me like that fucking song.” Trisha grinned as she shrugged her shoulders. Clicking his tongue, Negan gazed down at Trisha. Twirling her foot, Trisha continued to hum the rest of the song as Negan began to remove his jacket. Tossing it aside, though not as carelessly as Trisha did with her dress, he stood at her crossed legs. Grabbing each of her ankles, he pulled her towards him and wrapped her legs around his waist earning a surprised squeak from Trisha as she fell backward onto the bed. Negan’s hands again found her thighs and he massaged the flesh under his fingertips. Trisha stopped humming, propping herself up on her elbows and began to writhe under his ministrations. She could already feel her arousal and wondered if it was visible to Negan. He moved to the seat of her panties and ran his thumb softly over her, stopping to draw circles on her clit. Trisha moaned softly and moved her hips closer in an attempt to increase the friction.

“Ah ah.” Negan chided, tapping her clit with his index finger. Trisha flinched and whined as she poked out her bottom lip. “You made me listen to that song so I gotta pay you back.” Trisha rolled her eyes and went to protest but Negan had already begun to pull at her panties and she lifted up to assist him. Tossing them over his shoulder, Negan returned to drawing circles on her clit with his thumb and he began to press his index finger at her opening. Trisha reached down to grip his wrist and let her knees fall on the opposite sides of him, opening herself more. Negan bent to kiss Trisha at the same time his finger entered her. He allowed her to guide him as she moved his hand where she wanted and applied pressure when she stilled. Sighing against his lips, Trisha moved her hips in tandem with him. Pulling away from her, Negan straightened and brought his index finger to his lips before putting the digit in his mouth. Trisha felt a new wave of arousal wash over her as she watched him lick her juices. Removing his finger with a pop, Negan winked at Trisha.

“You taste sweet. Like one of those fucking Christmas cookies.” Trisha groaned and fell back on the bed while covering her face with her hands. “You know which ones I’m talking about? With all that fucking sugar? In those blue as fuck tin cans.”

“Yes, I know.” Trisha murmured as she moved to close her legs. What a mood killer. Being compared to those sometimes yes, sometimes no cookies. Staring down at her, Negan began to unfasten his pants.

“When those cans were empty, all kinds of shit could fit in there. I should have a unit go find some for us.” Trisha grunted in disinterest and sighed. Negan hooked his hand in the crook of her knee and pulled her legs back open. Trisha sat back up on her elbows to see Negan stroking himself over her. Trisha tilted her head as he moved closer to her and began to tease her again by running the head of his cock from her opening up to her clit and back down. Taking his fingers, he spread her open as he pressed at her entrance. Trisha held his gaze as he moved forward and entered her slowly. When he was half-way inside of her, he pulled back as Trisha protested. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, Negan held both of her legs at the bend of her knee and sank back into her. Trisha’s back arched as their thighs finally met, Negan fully inside of her.

“Fucking hell.” Negan cursed as he began a steady and set pace, the sounds of their bodies connecting filling the room. Trisha pulled Negan to her by his neck as her other hand clawed at his side. She kissed him passionately as he let go of her legs and planted his hands at either side of her. Biting his lower lip, Trisha earned a growl from Negan before he pulled out of her and flipped her on her stomach. Moving up on her forearms, Trisha didn’t have time to assume the position before Negan was yanking her up by her hips and re-entering her. Moaning loudly, Trisha spread her legs further apart and arched her back as Negan roughly thrust into her. A string of curses could be heard behind her but the loud, obscene slapping of their bodies drowned them out. Trisha began to pant as her body rocked violently, Negan unrelentless in his pace. Feeling the muscles in her stomach tighten, Trisha groaned at her body in disappointment.

“Negan, slow down. I’m close.” Trisha whimpered in between moans. She didn’t want their first time together to be over so soon and hoped he would understand. But Negan showed no signs of stopping and to Trisha’s astonishment, he actually picked up speed now to the brink of jackhammering her. Trisha tried to protest and scoot away from him but Negan had her held firmly in place by her hips.

“No! Negan!” Trisha screamed but her orgasm hit her like a train and she bit down on the comforter under her to muffle her loud moans. Tears filled her eyes as her arms gave out from under her and she landed face first onto the bed. Negan pulled out of her quickly and released a guttural groan behind her, the sudden movement making her wince. A few seconds later something warm dripped down onto her and Trisha figured Negan finished on her back. Feeling his weight shift off the bed, Trisha stretched her legs out behind her to give her stiffening muscles some relief. Her breathing had slowed and she rolled her head to the side so she could breath better. Negan returned and was running something hot over her back but Trisha didn’t care to inquire what it was. Her lower body was sore and her eyelids felt heavy. Moaning again, she folded her arms under her and rested her chin in the crook of her elbow. Negan sat next to her and began to massage her neck, gently kneading the muscles. Trisha closed her eyes and hummed, nuzzling into her arm more.

“I can get used to you screaming my name like that.” Negan taunted as he moved down to her shoulder. Trisha grinned as she hid her face in embarrassment. Negan continued to massage down Trisha’s body and Trisha moaned loudly, feeling herself become aroused again. She turned on her side to face Negan and was met by a wolfish grin.

“You ready for another round?” he asked as he stood and stretched. Trisha nodded meekly.

“Fucking fine by me. But first,” Negan walked over to the window and shut it. “Enough of that fuckng air.”  

[bamby0304]

Making Fun a Priority VI

This is my third fic for Ash​'s "Fall into Negan" Writing Challenge. The prompt for this one is First Snow Fall. The chapter is late, I know that, and I am so deeply sorry!! I just hope it’s written well enough to earn your forgiveness :P

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Summary: Negan and Brandi need to talk. What they're doing, what they are… decisions need to be made. Will he be willing to continue their relationship without being her husband? Will she be willing to give up the life she knows in order to become his wife? Or will their stubbornness lead to a third option?

Warnings: Explicit language, slight smut, dirty talk, dry humping, and a little bit of angst.

Bamby

I shivered against the chilled air fanning over my naked body. Tugging on the sheet shrouding me, my eyes slowly fluttered open. I found myself looking across the room, towards the window, seeing nothing but clouds and the far stretching buildings that surrounded the Sanctuary.

That's one the best part about Negan's room. It's high enough that you don't have to see any of the chaos and death left from the ending of the world.

Stretching over to the bedside table, I grabbed my glasses and slipped them on before continuing to look out the window. Slowly, and carefully, I moved until I was sitting up so I could reach over to grab a blanket from the foot of the bed. Wrapping it around me, I then stood.

A throb in my ankle reminded me of my injury, but didn't deter me from moving. Once again, slowly and carefully, I began to walk across the room, trying to ignore the sting of my sore ankle and the cold floor boards.

Once in front of the window, I looked out across the buildings and up at the sky. The wind from last night had hinted at a coming storm, and by the looks of the sky now it appeared the storm wouldn't be too far away now.

Movement from behind alerted me to Negan. I listened as he got up from the bed and walked over without a word. I didn't turn to look as he neared me. I didn't break the silence as I waited.

Large, warm, comforting and protecting arms wrapped around me. He pulled me to his bare chest, his face coming down to nuzzle my neck as he breathed in the smell of me, groaning lightly.

Tilting my head, I absentmindedly gave him more access to my neck as my eyes closed without any really thought of the action. When it came to Negan there wasn't a lot of thinking that passed between us. It was all feeling. All instinct.

Negan made me feel things I'd never felt before, or at least things I hadn't felt in a long while. It wasn't just about sex, either. He made me feel like I wasn't the simple girl I believed I was. He made me feel like I wasn’t broken from my past. He made me feel like I was beautiful, wanted, needed. He made me feel good about myself.

He also made me feel safe. In all my life I had never felt as safe and secure and protected and comforted as I did with him. All the terrible things now and from before just fell away. I truly believed that whenever I was with Negan I was in safe hands.

Yes, I knew what he was capable of. I was aware of the monster he could be. The blood on his hands. The torture he inflicted. The mayhem he encouraged. Negan was not always a good man, but he was good for me.

"Marry me," he mumbled against me as his lips ghosted against my skin, right behind my ear.

My eyes fluttered open as I looked out the window again, seeing the cloudy sky. They weren't ominous clouds, more fluffy and white, maybe a little grey, but still light. There was nothing angry or dangerous, which was actually reassuring.

Turning slowly, staying in the cage of his arms, I looked up at him with eyes I hoped conveyed no emotions. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I didn't want him thinking I was rejecting him, because I wasn't. I just wasn't sure what I wanted…

"Why?"

"Why?" he repeated my question, confused but also a little annoyed… yet slightly amused. "Are you serious?"

The answer was simple, "Yes."

He paused a moment, looking down at me as if contemplating whether or not he should bother explaining himself. I'd completely understand if he didn't, it's not like I warrant an explanation, which is why I was surprised when he offered one.

"Because unlike my wives, you're here for me. I'm not a fucking idiot, Brandi, I know my wives would rather not be with me, but they all have their reasons to stay. To save a family member, to save themselves, it doesn't matter. What matters is that whenever I go to bed with one of them there's always a third person with us. But with you, it's just us.

"Because unlike most people around here, you're not scared of me. You don't flinch when I come closer." He leaned in more to prove his point. "You don't tense under my touch." His fingers brushed my hair behind my shoulder, brushing my skin to prove yet another point. "You don't avoid my gaze." He lifted my chin so I met his eyes.

"I know you won't hurt me," I noted, voice soft and a little shaky due to the intense proximity between us.

His signature grin fell into place. "Exactly."

Looking up at him, I got lost in the deep dark depths of his eyes. They could hold a million different emotions, speak a thousand different words, show a hundred different sides to him… but the Negan in front of me now was only saved for moments where it was just us. Just the two of us.

"Marry me," he repeated.

Yet, still, I was apprehensive. The idea didn't sit right with me…

"If I marry you, I'm saying good bye to my life. I'm saying good bye to the person I've become." My eyes fell, unable to hold his gaze as I continued. "Do you know what it's taken for me to be the woman who stands in front of you? I've been broken down time and time again, and I've pulled myself up over and over. If I say yes to you, it'll be like I'm disregarding everything I've ever been through. It'll be like I'm giving up myself to be someone else's.

"And then, what if you don't like the new me? What if the novelty of us gets boring? What happens when you find someone new? Someone better? What happens when you figure out I'm not as interesting as you think? What happens when you realize you don't want me anymore?"

I was handing him all my fears and thoughts on a silver platter. Everything I was saying was exactly what I was feeling.

Throughout my life I'd had to accept the fact that I wasn't wanted, or needed. Rejection was my closest friend. But if he were to come to terms with the realisation that I was nothing like he thought I was, that he could do better… I wasn't sure I could survive a blow like that.

Clearing his throat, he pulled away from me slightly. "Why don't we talk about this later? I've got some work I have to do, and you're probably hungry. I'll get some food brought up here. You're welcome to use my shower." He gestured behind him to one of the doors on the other side of the room. "Freshen up, then make yourself at home. I don't want you working on that ankle, so just stay here today. Okay?"

All I could manage was a simple nod.

I was too surprised by the gentle yet also flat tone to his voice. It was as if he was trying to hide whatever emotions he may be feeling, but at the same time he didn't want to hurt or upset me. I was also surprised by how easily he'd changed the subject without a fight. I'd been so sure my words would have started something a little more explosive.

"I'll be back later," he assured me as he moved to grab some clothes before heading into his bathroom to shower and get dressed himself.

Turning back to the window, watching the sky, I got so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even hear him leave.

After having a shower I'd thrown one of Negan's shirts and a pair of his sweats on. The shirt was practically a dress, drowning me in material and the smell of him, and I ended up using my hair tie to put a knot in the pants to keep them from falling from my waist. But I was still comfy. Surrounded by the soft comfort and scent of Negan eased my mind and racing heart.

Sitting on his bed now, picking at the sandwich that had been sent up for lunch, I couldn't stop thinking about the options that sat in front of me. As far as I could see, there were three… all with their own person cons.

One, we continue what we're doing. No marriage, just us. But I had a feeling that wouldn't work for much longer… not with how stubborn Negan was.

Two, we get married. I give in and become his wife. But I still didn't feel good about that. It just didn't sit right in my gut. I knew something would go wrong if I chose to agree to that path.

Three… we end it all. We cease whatever we're doing, go back to how things were before. He pretends he doesn't know me, and I continue to insanely crush on him from afar.

Of course, I could see the positives as well. If we continued to do what we're doing now, that in itself is a positive. If I marry him, we're still together, still sharing the moment's I've been lucky enough to share with him so far. If was break up… well, better now rather than later… it'll be less messy that way.

The bedroom door opened then. I looked up and watched as Negan strode in, Lucille resting on his shoulder as he moved to the couches and coffee table. He set Lucille down on one of the single chairs before pulling his leather jacket off and draping it over the back of it. Then, with a breath, he turned to me.

Our eyes locked in the silence that had stretched throughout the room since the door had closed behind him earlier on today. We just stayed there, unmoving, eyes staring into each other's as we both fought to stay silent, but also needed to speak.

He broke first.

"What do I need to do to prove to you that you're different from the others?" he asked, taking a single step closer. "How can I show you this is more than a fling?" He took another step. "Because this," he gestured between us, "isn't just a game." Another step. "I care about you… more than I fucking should." He took yet another step. "There is no fucking way I will forget, replace or get bored of you." He took the last step.

Now he stood by the bed, looking down at me with eyes ablaze with a fire I couldn't quite read. Was he angry? Or was this the fire of the passion I'd seen in him before? Had I upset him? Or had the thought of this ending upset him? There were a million possibilities that could explain the intense look in his eyes, but in that moment, I couldn't figure out which was right.

"You don't know how you're going to feel in the future," I noted, surprised by how strong I sounded. I should have been more careful, but I needed to be heard, and I needed to be understood. "You can't tell me, right here and now, that someone else won't catch your eye. You can't tell me that you'll tire of this." I gestured between us. "And you certainly can't tell me you won't move on."

"I've fucking tried!" he exclaimed suddenly, making me jump. "Goddamn it, from the second I saw you, the moment you were found and brought here, I was drawn to you. That fucking smile." His hand came up to cup my cheek as his eyes locked onto my lips. "You're so fucking beautiful. But you were quiet and shy and innocent, and there was no fucking way I was going to destroy all of that.

"But when I found you in here, on my birthday, I couldn't stop myself. I had to taste you." His fingers gripped my face then as the intense look in his eyes darkened. "After that I tried to forget you. I tried to move on. You really think I was too busy for a whole week that I couldn't come and see you? I run this place. If I want time off, I will have some fucking time off. No, I stayed away from you on purpose.

"But it didn't work. I couldn't get you out of my mind. The little teaser hadn't been enough. I needed more. I thought, if I had you just once, I could get you out of my system and we could move on. But you were so fucking perfect, so fucking gorgeous, such a good girl," he groaned as he remembered our first time together. "I knew after that I was never letting you go."

Suddenly his lips were pressed against mine in a deep and heater kiss. The fire I'd seen in his eyes could be felt through the push and pull of our mouths, the way our tongues slid against each other in a dance they'd perfected, in the hurried and frenzied clash of teeth.

Moaning into Negan, I was only vaguely aware of the sound of something being pushed off the bed- more than likely my lunch plate- before I was being pushed down into the mattress, his large and heavy body looming over me. He didn't press against me like I wanted him to, like he wanted to. He wasn't willing to give into that just yet. There was more that needed to be said.

Pulling his lips from mine, his fingers pushed my head to the side so he could trail a mixture of bites and nibbles across my jaw bone and all the way to my ear. There he sucked on the skin behind my lobe, leaving a mark there.

"The way your body gives into mine, like it was made for it. Like it would do anything to get the pleasure it needs." I could feel his grin as his lips brushed against my skin. "I can make you scream like no other man could. Make you feel things you've never felt before. Make you gush and thrash around like a mad woman."

My eyes rolled back, my body thrusting against nothing. His words were stirring up a heat inside me that desperately needed to cling onto something. If he wasn't going to give me what I wanted soon, I was afraid I might combust.

His breath fanned over me. "Tell me you don't want this every Goddamn day and night. Tell me you don't want to wake up with me between your thighs. Tell me you don't want me to work you so hard and good every night, giving you the best sleep of your life. Tell me you don't want my mouth on you, warm and wet. I'll give you everything you'll ever want. Everything you'll ever need."

Just his voice, just his words, just the warmth of his body and breath… it was all too much.

I moaned as his hand came down to finally touch me, sliding underneath the shirt I wore, ghosting over my skin ever so slightly. He brought his body down to me then, pressing himself against me right where I wanted him, right between my open thighs, pushing his hard cock against my aching and empty core.

Giving a little thrust, we both groaned at the friction. I cursed our clothes, wanting nothing more than to feel his hot flesh against mine. I wanted to feel the push and pull of us coming together… before we'd inevitably come together.

"Negan."

His teeth tugged on my ear lobe, his hips thrusting once more, harder this time. "Say yes. Say yes and I'll give you everything. Say yes and you can have everything you fucking want," he groaned as my hips involuntarily circled against him. "Please."

That. That right there. Hearing him beg. Hearing the need and desperation in his voice that matched the scream within me. Hearing the want. Hearing the fear of rejection. Hearing the horse scratch of his voice as he held back giving us what we both wanted.

It was in that moment I knew I couldn't say no. It was in that moment I realised it was too late for me as well. After the first taste I had of him, there was no turning back.

"Yes," I moaned, low and soft.

Our clothes were torn away, hastily and wildly. Tearing material, ripping it all away until it was just the two of us, just us and our bodies.

When he slid into me, all the way, slow in that delicious way that makes my toes curl, back arch and eyes closed, my head rolled to the side, my fingers grasping at the sheets below me.

My eyes slowly fluttered open once more. I found myself looking across the room, towards the window, seeing nothing but clouds and the far stretching buildings that surrounded the Sanctuary… and the first snow of the winter falling over the concrete forest.

As I drowned in the warmth of Negan, I was unaware of the icy tug pulling on my gut, warning me that this winter was going to be a long and cold one…

Bamby

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Title: A Broken Facade

Character(s): Negan, Father Gabriel, and Lucille (flashback) Prompt: Raking Leaves Summary: Negan gives Father Gabriel his confession. In doing so, a vivid memory enters his mind about the one person he failed to protect. Word Count: 1,287 Warning: None.  Author’s Note: Thank you to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for doing this writing challenge! I literally waited the last minute to write this up, but now that I have more free time (and a sudden burst of inspiration for this story), I had to get to writing. Italics are flashbacks! Enjoy this story, and I hope it hits you in the feels like it did me hehe..... ;-)

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“I think… I’m here to take your confession.”

Well shit. If this situation wasn’t worse before, it was now. There was absolutely no way that I was going to tell this goddamn “priest” about my past. No one knew about my personal life and I was determined to keep it that way.

“Yeah. That’s some funny shit, Father. You’re creeping me the fuck out with that creepy ass smile you have right now. We’re stuck in this goddamn trailer, so instead of sitting here waiting to die, how about we come up with a solution to get out of here?” I offered.

“I think we can wait it out,” Father Gabriel replied. “Carl says you have wives. You are keeping them against their will—”

I stood and gripped the end of my bat tightly. “I don’t have any woman that isn’t willing. What kind of fucking monster do you think I am? I may have done some fucked up shit, but rape? That is something that I do not tolerate.”

“Was there a wife before all of this, Negan? Someone you promised to cherish and to hold?”

“That shit isn’t any of your business.”

Father Gabriel stood as well, walking towards me. “To love until death do you part?”

I turned, holding Lucille close to me. I whispered, shutting my eyes. “Lucille, give me strength…”

Suddenly, Father Gabriel reached out to grab the gun that I tucked at the waistband of my pants. I turned quickly, but he was quicker. He fired a shot and ran to the room straight ahead. Before I could go after him, the biters managed to break through the trailer. I used my frustration to repeatedly hit the biter’s head, smashing it against the floor of the trailer.

“Oh-ho! Father, that was a dick move!” I yelled. Sweat dripped at my temples and blood stained my sweet, sweet Lucille.

Quickly walking to the locked door, I banged on it with my fist. “Open up! I am only your chance of getting out of here alive! You fucking coward!”

Silence. I was given silence as a response. My blood was boiling.

I rested my forehead against the door, breathing heavily. “Is that what you wanted to be remembered as? A goddamn coward?!”

Then, he spoke. “I was always a coward.”

I scoffed. No shit, Sherlock. Before I could reply, Father Gabriel continued with a story of his own. I had to cringe at the cowardly behavior he had. Protecting the weak was something I had always lived by. If they could not protect themselves, it was my duty to do it for them.

With a heavy sigh, I realized the only way to get out of this alive was to reveal something about my past. Thinking about her always brought tears to my eyes.  

“I – I used to have a wife before this, before the ones I have now. I didn’t deserve her. I screwed around on her. I let her down. She was sick and she – I couldn’t even put her down.”

“Do you think she would have been proud of the man you have become?” Father Gabriel asked.

I shut my eyes. I knew she wouldn’t be. Hell, she never liked the fact that I cursed too much and treated the kids at school like they were adults, but she always accepted me for me. Instead of responding, I took a deep breath and sighed.

“You know, she always hated the heat. Funny, considering that we lived in Virginia and it gets hot as balls here during the summer, but her favorite time of the year was Fall. She always loved to see the leaves scattered on our fucking front yard.”

And just like that, I was transported to one of my favorite memories.

“Negan, leave it be!” Lucille exclaimed.

“But our front yard looks like shit! There are so many goddamn leaves. We’ve got to rake them, honey.”

“Tomorrow… We’ll do it tomorrow. It just looks too pretty.”

“It looks like the trees just shit on our yard. Our house is the only one that still has goddamn leaves lying around, Lucille.”

She walked up to me. Her beautiful eyes bore into my own, and I knew that this was a losing battle.

“I promise… Tomorrow, we’ll do it together, okay?” She smiled.

That was it. It was all it took. Her smile had me putty in her hands.

“You are fucking sneaky. Did you know that?” I wrapped my arms around her slender frame.  

“But you love me for it.”

“Damn right I fucking do.”

Tears filled my eyes. I could vividly imagine the look of happiness on her face. I shut my eyes and imagined her smile, imagined her alluring orbs, imagined her voice, and certainly imagined her gentle touch.

“Our home was the only one that looked like a mess, but it didn’t matter because whatever she wanted, she always got. She was the love of my life, and I let her down.”

I came home the next day to see Lucille standing at the driveway with two rakes. She was grinning, but I had a better idea. It was something that she always wanted to do.

“I’m holding up my end of the deal, so… Let’s get to raking,” Lucille smiled. She greeted me with a gentle kiss.

“I have an even better idea.”

“What’s that?” The curiosity on her face made me chuckle.

I grabbed her rake and tossed it back into the garage. Scooping her up into my arms, I led her to the pile of leaves and fell back with her. It was uncomfortable, but the sound of her laughter made it tolerable. With her, nothing else mattered as long as she was happy.

“Negan!” She giggled.

She was curling into me, but I knew that she was having the time of her life. I kept my arms around her waist and slowly turned her onto her back in the bed of leaves. I brought a hand to push her hair away from her face. Once again, I found her eyes staring into my own. I didn’t care if we looked like a pair of children who was goofing off rather than doing what needed to be done.

She was happy, and that was all that mattered.

“I love you,” Lucille whispered.

My heart skipped a beat. It always did whenever I heard those three words escaped her lips.

“I love you too.”

“But we should probably start cleaning up these leaves,” she smiled.

“Good fucking idea.”

A tear escaped and trickled down my cheek to my chin. I wiped it away quickly. I looked down at my weapon and chuckled quietly. I named a goddamn bat after my wife. She would have laughed at me, but most importantly, she would have understood.

“I let her down, Father Gabriel. She was the one woman who stuck by my side and I fucking let her down. I do what I have to do to protect those who cannot do it themselves. If I have to kill someone to send a message, then I fucking will because the people inside the Sanctuary are my responsibility.”

Quietly, the door opened. There was a solemn look on the other man’s face. Just like that, my broken façade was now repaired and the walls that I had built around myself raised once more.

“It isn’t your fault, Negan.”

I narrowed my eyes and delivered a quick punch to the man’s face. He grunted, covering his nose and staring at me with wide eyes.

“Let’s not speak of this shit ever again. Keep the goddamn gun. I’ve got an idea on how to get out of this shit.”

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Black Cats & Witchcraft

A/N: This is my first time writing anything based around Negan and it’s my entry into the “Fall into Negan” Challenge being hosted by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

Pairing: Negan x Reader

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Warnings: Couple of f-bombs but nothing too bad!

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There have been rumours flying around for a while now that one of Negan's wives dabbles in the black arts. It's said that she uses herbs and chants to curse those who have wronged her or her husband; that she uses archaic language and blood to seek supernatural vengeance and of course, where Negan is concerned, there is always a plentiful supply of fresh blood.

There are some who say that it's not true, that's it's all just an elaborate con designed to intimidate people. But Y/N has powers they can't even begin to comprehend. It also doesn't hurt her reputation around the Sanctuary; those who fear her keep their distance and those who don't.....well there aren't exactly that many people who aren't scared of Negan's twisted little wife.

That was how Y/N operated. She kept mostly to herself, even shunning the company of the other wives. It was preferable to be alone than to have to keep up the pretence that she actually cared for anyone other than herself and her husband. She wasn't particularly envious of the others; they barely registered an interest for her and she had found that lately, Negan seemed to be spending less and less time with his harem, instead choosing to come to her room most nights. In fact, for all she cared, the Sanctuary and all its residents could burn so long as she and Negan had each other.

**********************************************************************************  The only time that Y/N found herself feeling lonely was when Negan ventured outside the safety of the Sanctuary on supply runs. This time, he had only been gone for a few days but his absence was hitting Y/N hard. Their goodbye had been hasty, cut short thanks to a handful of walkers trying to get through the perimeter fence. A hurried yet passionate kiss was all they had time to share before she was unceremoniously hustled back into the building, out of harm's way.

Y/N found herself moping. Her magic was suffering as well as her emotional well-being. Not surprising since they were intrinsically linked but despite this knowledge, Y/N still struggled. She stormed around the Sanctuary, sending people scuttling out of the way as her face held the signs of her distress. Seeking solace, she made her way to the roof where she could be alone with her thoughts, where she could try and centre herself once more.

Hours later, long after the sun had set, Y/N was pulled back to reality by the sound of a convoy heading through the main gates. Gathering herself up from the floor, she raced down flights of stairs and through corridors to reach the ground floor, not wanting to waste a second before she could be wrapped up in Negan's arms once more. Practically flying out of the front door, she threw herself at him as soon as he stepped down from the cab of the truck.

"Well, that is one hell of a fucking welcome home, darlin'. You miss me?"

"More than you would ever know. I've been on edge for the whole time you've been away. I don't like being left behind."

"Well sugar, I ain't letting you go out there. You're way too much of a precious commodity. But I did find a little something that might help in the future."

Extracting himself from Y/N's seemingly vice-like grip, Negan reached up into the truck and pulled down a small, tatty cardboard box with holes poked in each side. Placing it in Y/N's outstretched hands, he followed behind as she walked back towards the steps that led into the Sanctuary.  Ripping it open as she sat down, Y/N was greeted by the sight of a black kitten sleeping, curled up on top of a scrap of ripped up old blanket.

“Found him in an abandoned house a few miles away.  Thought he could keep you company – after all, doesn’t every witch need a familiar?”

A smirk worked its way across Y/N’s face.  She could just picture herself stalking through the building, the cat trailing behind her, hissing at anyone who got in their way.  She stood up, the grin still etched on her face, and looked back down at Negan.

“He’s perfect.  Now I just need to think up a name.  I’m going to get him settled, then perhaps I can show you, my darling husband, just how much I missed you.”

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Teach Me Tonight

Back To School

Negan X OC AU Pre-apocalypse

Fluff, Negan-like Language, Smut

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I groan softly as the sun peered through the half-drawn window shade, violating my eyes. Seconds later my alarm went off. I lay there for several moments trying to recall why in the hell I had to get up so early.  The knock on the door and the sound of my son bellowing, “Mom! We’re gonna be late,” reminds me that today is the first day of school.

“I’m coming,” I throw back the covers and crawl from the warmth of my bed. It’s Jason’s first day at a new school.  It had been a year of first for both of us.  New house, new job, new life for us.

I pull my hair back from my face, tying it up, and quickly brush my teeth. I catch a glimpse of the clock again as I rush to the closet, “Fuck.” It’s later than I’d thought. I dress quickly in the first thing I could wrap my hands around, dressing as I rush down the steps. Realizing as I grab my keys that I’d put on a pair of torn jeans that I wore when working in the yard and an old Stones T-shirt.

“Are you seriously wearing that out in public?” My son’s embarrassment oozing from his words.

“No time to change. Just dropping you off,” I slide behind the wheel of my Camero as Jason slides in the passenger’s seat. The engine roars to life and we race off down the street.

“You have to meet the principal,” my son replies.

“It’s a progressive school. Don’t worry so much,” trying to convince myself as much as him.  I was the cool mom. Not the one that had all their shit together.  I pull into the lot seeing the student’s cars were far more luxurious than mine.  I smile reaching over to ruffle his dark hair. “You’ll be fine. Let’s get in here and get it over with.”

I can’t help but chuckle when he smoothes his hair back down when we enter the halls of what would be his new high school. We quickly race down the hall following the signs to the principal’s office. Suddenly feeling entirely underdressed when the set of parents before me steps out in a suit and tie and his beautiful wife wearing a string of pearls.

The gave them a smile in response to their sideways glances when making my way into the office. “Good morning,” I place my hand in the palm of the principal’s hand.  The meeting was over almost as quickly as it began. I’d been given expectations as a parent and my son given his course list and ushered off to start his day.

I finally feel like a person again when I slide back into the seat of my car. So much in a hurry to get out of there, I didn’t look behind me as I back up.  The motorcycle seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.  

Brakes squealed and I throw the car into park. “Fuck,” I mutter as I climb out watching as the large man lifts his bike off the pavement. At least it wasn’t some teenager I ran over.

“I’m so sorry,” I lean down in a vain attempt to help him.

“You ever watch where the fuck you’re going?” his dark eyes almost boring through me.

“Sometimes. Most of the time. It’s been a strange morning.”

He pushes his bike into the space next to mine, “You’re lucky there wasn’t any damage.” He walks around the back of my car to meet me. “To my bike at least.” He smirked looking down at my now busted tail light. “You’ll need to get that fixed. Cops ‘round here are sons a’ bitches when it comes to the rules. And that’ll get you a hefty fine.”

“Thanks,” I look back up at him. He stood over six foot at least. Charming smile. Almost made me forget I’d just about backed over the man. “I’m really sorry. Is there anything I can do to make up for this?”

His fingers rake through his dark hair, “You can start by giving me your name.”

“My name,” I relax a little and smile, “Shawn.”

“Nice to fucking meet you, Shawn,” he grins, “Name’s Negan.”

“And I thought my name was unique,” I couldn’t help but notice how attractive he is. Especially now that he’s not under a bike. “I could buy you a cup of coffee sometime.”

“You can do that,” his eyes scanned me over, making me suddenly feel like I should have dressed a little better. “I have to get to class now. But you bet your sweet ass you will be seeing me again.”

“Class? You’re a teacher here?” I start to pace back and forth, “I’m such a fucking moron. My son’s first day of school and I run over a teacher.”

“Well hot damn,” he continues to grin, “I wouldn’t peg you for the hot mom of one of the pricks that go here.”

His words stop me in my tracks, “Thanks. But my son isn’t a prick.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that he was. Most of them in there,” he nods his head in the direction of the building, “are.” He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, handing me his card. “Call me and we can grab that coffee. I gotta get in there. And you gotta get that light fixed.”

Without another word, he turns toward the building and almost saunters inside.

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For two days I had stared at his card. Tucked it in my pocket. Folded it, threw it away, only to dig it out again. I suck in a breath finally dialing the number. I almost hang up until I hear his baritone, “Hello.”

“Hi,” my heart pounds hard and loud. I hadn’t initiated a call to a man in years.

“Well if it ain’t the hot mom,” I hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yeah, calling to make sure you don’t have whiplash or anything,” instantly I relax leaning on the kitchen counter.

“Nope, but if you’re volunteering to give me a massage. I’ll accept,” he responds.

“How about we grab that cup of coffee first and then work up to the massage?” Smiling into the receiver.

“If that’s the way you wanna play this,” he says, “How’s the tail light?”

“I got it kind of fixed,” I reply.

“Kinda? What the fuck does that mean?” Negan’s voice stern.

“It means I covered it in red tape so the cops won’t stop me.”

His voice softened and he chuckled, “That is a woman answer.”

“I just got the replacement light today,” hopping up on the counter to talk to him. He is so easy to talk to, his voice excited me.

“How about you swing by the school early tomorrow, I can get one of the assholes in auto shop to change it for you while you buy me that coffee?”

“I can make that happen.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, hot mom,” he chuckles as we end the call.

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I wake up earlier than normal. A brush through the hair would be a better look than my first meeting with Negan. But something inside me wants to look good for him. Not too good. It’s just coffee, not officially a date. Several pairs of jeans and slacks find their way into the pile of discarded clothing on my bed.  I finally picked the pair that hug my hips in just the right way and a top that gave a hint of cleavage.

Jason climbed out of the car and walked in the building then I drove around to the back of the school.  I pull into the open auto shop garage.  I smile seeing the familiar face in the window and step out.

“Well hot mom, you made it,” he smirks, “Simon here will oversee these assholes in changing that taillight. Nothing they’d be able to fuck up.” He motions to the balding man in a jumpsuit.

“Alright, keys are in the ignition.  Thank you for helping me with that. The box in the backseat is the replacement light.” I offer Simon a smile then turn my attention back to Negan. The smile he wore just as captivating as I remembered.

“Come on hot mom,” he took my hand and ushered me out the door towards his bike.

“I have a name you know,” I respond taking the spare helmet he offered.

“I know,” he swings his leg over the bike and motions for me to climb behind him. My hands rest lightly on his sides, “You’re gonna have to hold on tighter than that Shawn.” He revs the engine and the bike pulls forward. Faster than I thought it would. My arms wrap around his waist tight and I rest my face on his back.  

Moments later we pull into the lot of a small diner. He reaches back offering me his hand to help me down from his bike.  Taking it I hop off and find my footing on the pavement. My hand holding his for a moment longer before releasing it.

“It’s been awhile since I been on a ride before,” I confide as we slide into a booth in the back of the restaurant.

“I find that hard to fucking believe. You should be living on the wild side. Riding what and who you want,” he flips open the menu eyes locked more on the tops of my breasts than the words on the page.

“Hard finding the time to get out with a teenage son and a full-time job.” I feel my face flush as his eyes linger on me. “Not that I wouldn’t mind an occasional ride.”  I shrug my shoulders out of my jacket and lay it on the seat next to me.

“Da-amn. You are a sight for sore eyes. I spend half my day trying not to look at the underage titties that are practically pushed in my face. I’m glad you’ve got nice ones there I can fully appreciate.”

“Glad I can oblige,” I can’t help but smile. His candidness refreshing. Enough to cause me to squirm a little in my seat.

“You keep doing that and I may stop being a gentleman and take you in the bathroom.” His eyes move from me to the waitress that stopped to take our order.  “Two coffees.  And two of your pancake specials.”  He glances back to me to make sure I had no objections.

“You’re very observant.” I smile handing the menu that had been opened to the display of the pancake special.

“I try to be, sweetheart,” he replies. “Though the bathroom thing is still on the table.”

My cheeks flush a little deeper, “The bathrooms here are a little cramped for my liking.”

“You are a firecracker aren’t you?” he leans back in his seat, grin widening.

I shake a couple packets of blue sweetener in my hand before emptying the contents in my coffee cup. “I don’t think that’s something I’ve ever been called before.”

“If I didn’t have class,” he says glancing across the parking lot to a sleazy motel. “/Fuck/, I’d like to see how much of a firecracker you can be.”

A grin tugs at my lips when I follow his gaze. Too long I’d been just a mom, Negan is awakening the woman that I could be. The warm that is growing between my thighs reminded me how long it had been since I had indulged. And something about the man made me want to indulge.

“My son is going to his dad’s for the night,” my eyes cut back to his face for reaction.

As though on cue, his smirk widens into a smile as he speaks, “You into a little freaky deaky, hot mom? How did I know that?”

“You’ll have to see,” taking the final sip from my coffee, “seven?”

He pulls his wallet out and tosses a few bills on the table, before sliding out of the booth, “Fuck yeah. Let’s get the fuck outta here. ” I slide out following him out the door, my stomach already bouncing at the thought of him. Stopping just short of his bike Negan turns back looking down at me. I realize in that instant how tall he is. Another amazing quality of the man.  

He lifts my eyes to meet his before crashing his lips down on his. Fingers curl into the warn material of his ash grey t-shirt as I start to lose myself in the kiss. Damn if the man didn’t make me forget my entire existence outside of the moment. Hitching a breath as he breaks the kiss, “I needed a taste to get through the fucking day. I bet the other lips are just as goddamn sweet.”

Without another word, he swings his leg over his bike and ushers me behind him.  Moments later we pull back into the parking lot of the high school.

“See you at seven then?” I ask as I swing open the door to my Camaro.

“My dick is already jumping for joy at the thought,” he responds with that smirk before ducking into the door of the school.

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I had spent much of the day thinking about calling and canceling. I’d even picked up the phone and hung it up at least three times. I couldn’t help but admit to myself that I wanted this. Fuck I needed it.

I pull into the parking lot an hour early. I check in and carry my bag into the room and drop it onto the floor of the bathroom. I couldn’t stop myself from primping a little more before texting him just the room number. I wondered as I brush my teeth if he smirked that sexy ass smirk of his at the message.  

My stomach somersaulted again when I hear the knock on the door. Shaky hands turn the knob and swing the door open. The moment he came into view any thought of changing my mind vanished.

“Fuck,” his eyes scanned over me, “You look amazing.” He steps through the door keeping his gazed fixed on me. Negan reaches out cupping my neck in his hand and trails his finger along the v-neck of my t-shirt watching as the hint of cleavage peeks out, “Those look fucking delicious.”

“Thank you,” I must have been shaking.

“You nervous, hot mom?” he pushes me against the wall. I nodded looking up at him, “A little. I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”

He leans in as his hand moves over my shirt cupping my breast in his hand, whispering, “I can leave if you want.” My body responds effortlessly to the touch. The heat of his breath against my skin ignites a fire deep in my center. I shake my head, “Don’t go.” I feel the smile on his lips as he presses them to the pulse in my neck. My hands reach out grabbing his sides to steady myself. Negan’s gentle at first as he massages my neck and pushing my shirt up and over my head. He pulls back eyes locked on my tits covered by thin black lace. My nipples cutting into the fabric. “F-uck. Just the sight of you has me fucking hard as a goddamn rock.” Bravery set back in as I let my hand move down over the rough denim finding the bulge prominent in his jeans. “Take it out.” Without a thought I obey, tugging at his leather belt and yanking at the button, my hand dips inside stroking his length as I free him from the confines of his pants. I feel him groan at the relief, “Is that what you wanted, hot mom?” Negan doesn’t wait for my reply before leaning in, pressing his lips to mine.

I quickly lose track of his hands focusing on the various sensations they leave on my delicate skin. Pinching my nipples then pushing my bra up with one hand, then popping the button of my jeans with his other. He grins finding my panties moist. His fingers play over my lace covered folds until my grip on his throbbing cock tightens in response.  “Don’t worry, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you /real/ soon.” He tugs the lace away slipping his middle finger inside me. His thumb plays expertly with my clit. I stroke in time with the thrusts of the movements of his hand as he toys with me. My legs shaking barely able to hold me up as my walls clamp around his fingers, “That’s it, hot mom,” he groans, “Cum for me.”  He thrust his fingers harder and moves his thumb faster. I cry out a mixture of moans and curses as I let go. My head leaning back against the wall.

Pulling his fingers from me he smirks locking his gaze on mine, licking my juices from his fingertips, “Mmm…just as fucking delicious as I thought.” He takes a small step back his other hand steadying me. “/That/ was just the beginning.”  I draw in a breath heart pounding in my chest, coming down from my high.

“That was a good place to start,” I lock my gaze with his, fingers dancing along his length. “I look forward to returning the favor.”

“You can try, and fuck what you’re doing does feel fucking good,” he looks down at me eyes dark, “but it takes a tight wet, pussy to make me cum.” The movements of my hand more deliberate.

“You’re in luck,” I reply with a smirk that matches his, “I happen to have one.”

“Fuck, you are gonna be the end of me,” his hands slide down cupping the cheeks of my ass lifting me up. Instinctively my legs wrap around his waist.  He turns in the dimly lit room and drops me on the bed. With a single quick motion, he yanks my jeans down and tosses them on the floor. Smirking when he sees the black lace his fingers had been tangled in he rips them at the seam, bearing my still glistening lips. Fingers trace the flesh as he kicks his boots off and lets his jeans fall to the floor.  His teeth rip open the condom he’d fished from the pocket and rolls it down his length. He moves my legs to rest on his shoulders and inches forward. The tip of his cock brushes lightly over my slit. My eyes lock on his gaze that devours me.

He thrust hard and deep inside me. My lips fall open in a silent moan as he fills me to the hilt with his thickness. “Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out and thrusts again hard and fast. A warmth spread over me and I feel as though I would explode. He grinned and pumped faster.  Letting my legs fall from his shoulders, he pushes my thighs apart. Fingers tight in the milky flesh holding me open for him.  The change in sensation enough to push me farther. Negan moves his hands along my body and rested the weight of him on his elbows on either side of my head. “Open your eyes,” he says, “I want to see your eyes when you cum around my cock.” My eyes hooded when they lock with his. He could certainly feel my walls pulsing around him and my thighs quiver.  His thrusts faster, deeper, as his cock begins to twitch inside me. He’s close. I hook my leg up over his hip, lifting to meet his movements. Fucking him as much as he fucked me. My nails rake down the flesh of his shoulders as I cum. He uttered something I couldn’t understand over the swirling in my head I feel him slam hard one last time inside me. Crying out his own release.  

“Fuck,” he rolled off of me to his back. Both of us still catching our breath. “I fucking needed that.”

“Yeah,” I glance over at him, “Me too.”

“We’ll have to do that again /real/ soon,” he wipes the sweat from his brow and reaches down. Chuckling as he pulls the condom off, “I’m fucking hungry. You wanna order a pizza?” I couldn’t help but chuckle along with him.

[faith-in-dean]

Cool Nights

Summary: You couldn’t imagine anything better than spending a cool night by the fire with Negan. It could only be topped by the first fall of snow that year.

Words: 501

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Light Smut, unprotected sex, fluff

A/N: This is also written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash  ‘s “fall into Negan writing challenge” and I chose the prompts cuddling by the fire and first snowfall!

“You know, doll, the fire is warm and nice but I still feel a bit cold,” Negan smirked at you, pressing his naked form against you.

“Do you? We could cover ourselves up with the blanket,” you grinned, reaching for it, even though you knew he was hinting at something completely different.

“I'm thinking of something different to keep us warm,” Negan said, pinning your hand to the ground before he climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply. The two of you hummed and kissed, hands traveling across each other’s bodies, caressing as much as possible. It had always felt so special being with Negan.

While he sure could be rough, you appreciated Negan’s soft moments even more. Even if they didn’t last for long.

His long and slender fingers had been playing at your sex, getting you ready for what you had coming.

A gasp left you when he finally pushed his hard erection into you, filling you so perfectly as he always did.

The two of you had moved together, sounds of fire crackling in the back, grunts, and moans from both of you filling the room. The chilly fall air seemed to be even cooler against your sweat-covered skin but you didn't care.

Negan’s hips began to stutter as he got closer to his release. Just like so many times before, the two you finally came together, fluids mixing and lightly flowing down your body.

“Damn doll, you never disappoint,” Negan sighed, trying to catch his breath as he plopped down next to you. You hadn't said anything, just stayed like this for a while before you sat up and more in front of the fire.

Negan joined, wrapping a blanket and his arm around you, his head leaning against yours. Would you believe it? Negan, leader of the Sanctuary being soft and cuddling you? People would call you crazy if you told them.

But you couldn't complain. You loved those little bits about him.

It was only a bit later when you caught something in the corner of your eye. When you turned your head, you realized it was snow! The first snow of the year! And you thought you'd never see it again.

“It's snowing!” you jumped up in excitement, walking up to the window, watching as the flakes fell to the ground.

“Negan! It's snowing!” you exclaimed and turned to look at him with the biggest smile on your face.

“That's not necessarily the best thing, doll,” Negan said honestly. He was right and you knew it but you couldn't hide the excitement.

Wanting to feel the snow, you ran to the door though Negan stopped you.

“Put on some clothes. No one needs to see you naked but me,” he said and handed you your clothes, that had been discarded through the whole room.

“Thanks,” you smiled brightly and put on your clothes before you ran outside, turning and dancing in the snow while Negan watched you from his window with a smile.

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[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Writing Challenge Reminder

This is a friendly reminder that the deadline to post your “Fall Into Negan” fics is coming up on Wednesday, December 20th. The main rules post can be found HERE. 

I’m tagging the people who still have one or more fics to post. If you can no longer write the fics, that’s totally fine, just send me a message and let me know. Or, if you did post your fic and you’re still on this list, send me a message, because I might’ve missed the post. :)

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[god-of-lust-negan]

The red for Passion and Warmth

A/N: This is written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ‘s “fall into negan writing challenge” and I’ve chosen the prompt “knitting a scarf” because well, scarves can be used as cuffs ;). I hope you enjoy. Also, a note for the creator, this is my fanfiction blog, my real account is @yarabi99 

Summary: You and Negan expect a baby and you are really good at knitting you so you make something special that made him cry.

Pairings: Negan x reader

Warnings: Implied smut, not too sexual but just him talking is dirty talking. Also, there will be angst, beware. Angst with a serving more angst and for dessert there is a special: Tears of Sadness. 

      It was a chilly afternoon in the early fall.You were humming softly to your favorite song while you rocked yourself on the white, soft recliner chair. You were busy knitting happily while waiting for your husband to come home from work. You were cautious with the long, steel needles from poking your fingers and your child.

     You were currently waiting for your husband to arrive home from work, excited to tell him that you completed your fifth the final scarf. You stopped rocking when you heard the door creak open and slam, a very giveaway that he was tired, letting the door close on it’s own. You then heard the familiar, rough and deep tone voice, “Fuck, I am so fuckin’ tired.” He groaned.

    When Negan entered in his coach’s uniform, you admired his sense of fashion of going with the black track suit, making him look slimmer and much more sexier. He dragged his feet to the brown, soft-looking chair, his hips moving lazily. You smiled small and looked up to see a resting face, with close eyes. You removed your dark, gray blanket onto the basket that was filled with yarn and other materials.You carefully stood up, placing your hands on your belly. You walked up to Negan’s chair and you saw his eyes open, seeing a smile form immediately. He removed his fist from his chin and spread both arms to hug you. 

    Negan sat up as he placed his hands on your belly, leaning forward to kiss it, fascinated that inside of you was a baby that he so desperately wanted to holding his arms. “Hi baby.” He grinned, his deep dimples showing his smooth, shaved jaw, “You aren’t giving any trouble to mommy huh?” He placed another kiss and looked up to see your gorgeous face. “Hey baby doll. Any troubles?” He asked, as he softly rubbed his hard on the belly.

   You shook your head, “Not since yesterday, sweetie.” You say, moving your hand to place on his hand, “How was your day sweetheart?”

  Negan sighs in frustration just thinking about his day, “Fucking Freshmen...” He took your hand as he stood up, “Why do I always get the hormonal teens?”

   You snickered as you poked his chest, “That’s your punishment for always cussing, I told you before to control it and you let the dog loose.” You remarked and saw his eyes roll from one side to the other with a smirk on his precious, kissable lips. You heard him chuckle as he moved behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and his hands on your belly, rubbing softly with his calloused hands. 

   “I still can’t fucking believe I’m going to be a father.” 

   “Believe it hun, and soon you’re gonna regret it.” You sighed, already excited to hear the cries in the middle of the night, the dark bags bringing flashbacks of your college, restless nights, “ Don’t start complaining when you check up on your son in the middle of the night.”

   You heard him scoff, “What makes you think I will wake up up to the sounds of my child crying?”

  “Because one!” You held up a finger, startling Negan, “You got me pregnant, painful agonizing hours.” You held up a second finger then you lifted your third finger, “You knocked me up.”

  Negan scoffed at your third claim, pulling away from you, “You’re fucking making it look like it was my decision but let me fucking remind you.” you can feel his hands slither onto your hips and down your thighs, his mouth so close to your ears, “You didn’t want me to stop, so with your pretty little voice you said, ‘More’ and I gave you more, more and more that your mind was just focusing on my huge fucking hard dick and you didn’t want me to pull out and so while I claimed you as mine, you wanted something much more; my children.” He smirked, the things he said getting onto you, making you blush a deep red. You did not expect Negan to go so far as to what you wanted that night.

   “Nothing to say? That’s what I thought.” He grinned and kissed your cheek.

   You wanted nothing more but to just prove him wrong but you were left speechless, knowing full well he was right. You huff and pull away from him stubbornly hearing him chuckle. 

   “I made you something.” You say, changing the topic. 

   “Really now?” He grinned as you waddled your way to the basket. Negan saw the opportunity to help and rushed over to the basket before you even started your bending.  He moved the blanket and saw a purple, blue and red scarf. You curse as he saw the surprise you wanted to show him, “Dammit Negan it was a surprise!” You whined.

   “And surprised I am baby doll.” He took all three out, examining each. He saw how the purple scarf was a short length, for a kid. He smiled involuntarily as he compared it to the blue and saw it was longer but the loose ends had braids, for a woman. He finally saw the crimson red scarf, the length for a male and the loose ends turned into knots. He inhaled deeply and let out a lazy sigh, “Surprised I am.” 

    You were actually very nervous while he was staring at each with interest, this was the moment of truth to see if you had officially made him happy again.

    There were few moments in his life where he was genuinely happy. When he first met you after two years of his beloved Lucille’s death, you were there for him in the worst moments, seeing him vulnerable like a kid- he was actually relief and grateful that someone did not make fun of him for crying. You made him comfortable and you said, in quotes: “Life is tough when special ones are gone, and some times we just need to have a good cry to accept the reality...it’s okay to cry Negan, even the biggest, most baddest person cries.” and from then on he knew you were perfect, you were definitely the one to guide him in a light, and he truly fell in love with you. He did not forget about Lucille but because of you -and his future child- he learned to accept her death, and move on.  

     He placed the blue and purple scarf on the white chair carefully and held the red one with the other, feeling the soft material, “You really do have skills with your hands.” He smirked, glancing at you. You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I aim to please then.” 

    Negan snickered and raised the scarf over his head and on his neck. “Mm, if you weren’t pregnant I’d know how to use this scarf on.”

   You giggled as you got closer to him, “Keep using that hand of yours mister, you are grounded.” You smiled and wrapped the scarf loosely for a moment and unzipped his jacket. Negan kept his eyes on you, watching how to wrap the scarf her way. You tucked the rest of it in the jacket and zipped it up enough to not get the fabric caught. You patted his chest softly, “It looks well. You look very handsome.” You smiled softly, lowering your hands to his hips. Negan used his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin, “Thank you baby, I love it.” and he leaned down to press his lips on yours, claiming your them with a deep passion. 

~

It was a peaceful night while you two were cuddled up in the king-size bed when all of a sudden you felt an unbearable pain which had woken you up, “Negan!” You shook his hand and he snorted, waking up, “Wha- wha-?”

“Negan, the baby-!”

“Shit! Is it time? Right now? Like this moment like right now while I was sleeping?” He jolted, half-asleep.

“NO NEGAN IT’S JUST ME PRACTICING FOR THE BIG DAY OF COURSE IT’S THE BABY!!!”

Negan knew than to talk back, something that scared him was angry you. He went to the closet and grabbed his jeans and his shirt, putting them on, “I’m coming I’m coming!” he shouted, hopping to you as he picked up his pants. He grabbed the baby bag from the floor next to the drawer and put it on, “Okay, okay honey let’s go.”

The ride was long with your screaming and grunting from the baby. You were gripping on the seat hard that you clawed into it. Negan had your doctor on speed dial, using his free hand to press the button, “Hurry up, hurry up fucking dammit!” He shouted. You began to scream and while you scream, he screamed from the stress of you screaming. He heard a familiar voice on the phone and he shouted, “The baby! The Baby is coming!” 

“Bring her here as soon as possible, we’ll get her ready!” she responded, hanging up already. 

It was a busy night for everyone in the room, you were crying and holding in your screams as you held Negan’s hands. No, not held. Squeezing like a stressing ball. Your doctor helped you step by step and you cried from the pain. It felt like time had slowed down when you were pushing on doctor’s orders. She had told you that she was able to see the head and that motivate you to push further, helping your baby out. It was a long time before you could hear the miraculous cry. The first time you heard the cry, letting go of his hand. Negan’s hand was red and he used his other to massage it as he walked over to the doctor, carrying the baby in a blanket. 

“Congratulations, it’s a girl.” The doctor smiled and handed her to his arms after seeing his arms go towards her. Negan was surprisingly speechless at the sight of her baby girl. He felt his eyes watery, using his finger to caress the skin, “Hi doll...I’m your daddy.” 

She didn’t respond, barely even moving her hand. Negan turned to you with a smile and you smiled as well watching his smile being genuine. You were glad he was happy again. You watched as he walked over to you and held out the baby towards you, holding her for you to look. ou were extremly exhausted, smiling again, “Wow, I gave birth to a Negan...” you joked, giggling audibly. 

“Ah but she’s beautiful, just like you.” and he leaned over to give you a kiss, accepting it happily.

Negan opened the door with an exhaustion expression. He entered the room and saw one of his wives sitting on the bed. Tonight was not the night for him to pound into someone like he normally would. He raised his free hand to his scarf, slowly caressing the thin fabric, “You can leave darling, go ahead and sleep in your room tonight.”

   As soon as she heard those coming out of his mouth she rushed to get out. She closed the door after leaving, Negan standing alone in the middle of the room. He moved towards the bed and sat down, slowly removing the scarf. He leaned his special bat against the bed and held the scarf in his hands, raising it to his lips. He smelled the faint dust but in his mind he can smell the clean, rose smell of the scarf.

   “I still can’t believe I wasn’t able to do anything...fuck....Fuck fuck fuck fuck, FUCK!” He screamed in anger but not at the scarf, at himself, he was useless once again, memories flashing before him. Memories of his beloved wife. He lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. This was out of character of him if he was outside, but the thing of being completely alone in his room in the night while everyone else was sleeping, or some guarding, was that he can let go of his feelings like someone special had taught him to do. He continued to stare at the ceiling with a blank expression but his mind had flooded in by the memories of his late wife, (y/n). He felt his eyes ache for a second when the tears began to appear, his throat strain, forcing him to gulp. He sniffled and felt the tears fall from each corner of the eyes. He took extra breaths as he sobbed away the sadness. Behind each inappropriate comment, behind each movement with the swing of a bat was a human who had deep feelings that had yet to let go. He closed his eyes for a moment as the tears flow. When he opened them again, his whites had a faint red from the tears. He raised the scarf to his cheek and mumbled her name over and over again. He turned onto his side and held the crimson scarf close to him, closing his eyes to remember her again.

Tragic events happened one right after one. The one that affected him the most was your body weakening for unknown causes. He was terrified that you have cancer but your doctor assured him that wasn’t it. Your baby was 3 months old when you caught some sort of virus that made your legs paralyzed. You were so weak that you were complete bed rest. Negan would come every day with little bella -you asked him if he wanted Lucille as her name but he rejected it, going with bella instead- and he would take you out in a wheelcahir for a walk. Each day was miraculous but also hell for him to see you in the hospital bringing him pessimist thoughts. He took your advice and went to his room to cry silently, while Bella slept peacefully in her crib. 

   It was November and you were waiting for your husband to arrive with Bella. You were just looking out the window when you heard a happy tone knock, making your head turn almost immediately to see something unexpected: Negan was wearing blue jeans, a v-neck black shirt and his scarf that you made. On top of that, he had his reading glasses hanging on the scarf. You teared up, in disbelief that he remembered. 

   As he walked over to you with the baby car seat carrier in his hand, you noticed something else when he set it on the chair and unbuckled Bella. You saw him pick her up and she was dressed in a light purple one-sie and wrapped loosely around her neck was the purple scarf you also made. You began to sob and cried happily at the sight. Negan smiled small and held out Bella for you. You reached out to get her and held her close to you, “Hi Bella.” you cooed, sniffling.

“That’s not all hun.” He said and went back to the carrier and pulled out the rolled up blue scarf that you gasp. “You can’t make purple with just blue, you know.” He smiled.

You snickered, sniffling as well. You realize that out of all the times he made you happy and vice versa, this was your favorite moment with him. He helped you put on the scarf loosely as well.

“There, now we are a family.”

That is, when you felt weak all of a sudden. Your vision blurrying and your happy expression disappeared to a concern one, “Negan? Negan!”

This was all unexpected and Negan took Bella from your arms, placing her back in the carrier. 

“Baby what’s wrong? What’s wrong!” He ran out and called out for the nurses and doctors. A few rushed over to the room and the nurse took the scarf off and placed it on the carrier. He watched with shock as he saw how you shook and jumped around for help, calling out his name. “Negan!Negan!NEgan!NEGAN!” you cried out in fear. He’s never seen you so scared in your life, he knew you weren’t scared of anything but when this happened, it terrified him. One of the nurses took the carrier and made Negan go outside of the room. He begged  and denied but another nurse got to him as well and they both managed to get him out. Bella was crying and he picked her up to put her back to sleep. He did his best to calm her down but he couldn’t help it, a tear ran down his cheek, and another one, and another. One by one came more. He held Bella so close to him, whispering to her as she cried, “It’s going to be okay baby. It’s going to be okay.”

And it wasn’t. It wasn’t until the doctor came out hours later to find Negan -and Bella asleep- sitting in the chair were his hands clasped together, his chin on top of them. Negan lifted up his face to see his doctor’s eyes sadden. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, hoping it was not real. His breaths shook everytime he exhaled. He stood up and began walking to the room. 

“Sir, ple-” 

“Get the fuck out of my way, I have the right to see my fucking wife.” He responded so coldy. The doctor lowered his head and stepped away. Negan strolled slowly to see his wife laying on the bed peacefully, the wires taken off. His eyes teared up again as he raised his shakey hand to his mouth, “No...” he rushed over to your side and grabbed your cold hand, “Baby doll...baby doll...(y/n) please wake up...please wake up! Don’t leave us here please!...” He cried. His emotions bottled up were broken, letting them all go. He held your hand with both of his. He was letting go of all his emotions when you heard someone scream, “RUUUUNNNN!!”

Negan looked up and turn to see people running and he began to run towards the door when he saw soomeone knock over the chairs, the carrier falling over and Bella landing on the floor with a screeching cry. 

“BEELLLAAA!!!” He cried and went  over as fast as he could.As if it couldn’t get any worse than this broke his humanity, his soul, his heart at the sight before him. Two people ran by, kicking the carrier out of the way and hearing a bone crack. Negan’s legs gave out, falling onto his knees with a shock expression.

Negan’s eyes snapped open and with a sharp gasp he woke up, sitting up, “Bella!” He screamed, panting heavily in a cold sweat. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was and he looked down to see the crimson scarf. He looked out the window and took note that it was morning. Another day to become the douche of the group. He stood up from the bed and walked to his bathroom where the mirror was, holding the scarf. He looked at himself in the mirror and took off his jacket with an emotionless expression. It was easy to put on a smile and make comments so everyone can know that he was a heartless monster, but what was more difficult was coming back to the safe place and stop pretending to deal with his past. 

He wrapped the scarf the way you did for him a long time ago, step by step he did. He remembered that smiled of yours that always warm his heart. It seemed to help him relax knowing he could remember those precious memories of his wife. When he finished with the scarf, he put on his jacket and head out to pick up Lucille. He caressed the bat slowly, “I miss you too, I miss all of my girls.” and when he opened the door he grinned so wide like a wolf, “Simon! Fuckin’ come ‘ere, today is a fucking busy day like always.” and out he went, leaving the passionate warm memories in his room, to come back every night to remember.