#negan ofc

[luusecret]

girls would see the most dirty, broken, musty, rude older man in a tv show and be like... let me put a bow on it real quick 🎀🙂‍↕️

[1427]

masterlist

they're literally all NSFW 😇📢

Daryl Dixon x OFC

When the Levee Breaks (Beatle)

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her, right?

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 //

i love you (always forever) (sister!ofc)

In the winter of ‘95 Daddy died. Leaving Lady to finish up her senior year in high school, and Daryl to brood over when to sell the house. The summer of ‘96 is the first time Lady feels alive. Daryl wants to give her one last summer to remember before she has to grow up for real.

part 1 // part 2

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Something to Prove

Every time your mom goes down to the city with Merle she lets Daryl stay behind and watch TV.

part 1 // part 2 //

petal plush’d

Sinnedenoderum: Floral Species - When inhaled by human beings it has psychoactive properties as well as acting on the nervous and vascular systems. Often causes a lack of inhibitions and desire or delusion of the need for sexual intercourse. In some cases will cause tumecense in individuals affected. 

Negan x Reader

humiliation

Negan makes an example of you. (extremely dubious consent)

Would you? (niece!reader)

Your mom dies, leaving Lucille and Negan as your guardians. Lucille dies, the world ends, and Negan becomes the leader of the Saviors. After taking residence in the Sanctuary he becomes a stranger. No one wants anything to do with Negan’s “daughter”, so when you confront Negan about needing company, he obliges. You don’t realize that the feelings you’re developing are inappropriate, but Negan does.

part 1 // part 2

Boyd Crowder X OFC

dirge (Beatle)

Boyd is sick of being full of shit. When one of his new flock seems to see him for who he really is, he decides it might not be a bad idea to let her. (Major character death)

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Serena helps Negan shave and stays the night…]

Smut

“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look when you concentrate?” He squinted his eyes with a slight smirk as you shook off the blade in the water.

It was late in the evening as you approached Negans bedroom with supplies for him. Opening the door you found him shirtless facing a mirror on the wall, his eyes instantly finding your reflection.

“Hello, beautiful” he winked at you as you noticed he was in the middle of shaving.

“Come on in” he tilted his head to carefully shave his jaw line. You walked up behind him and watched how he slowly worked with his rough hands. The sight of him shirtless in his black pants was one you didn’t see often but you very much liked. He noticed the way you were staring at him and turned to face you, silently stretching his arm out towards you handing out the blade. You raised a brow suspiciously.

“Do you mind, doll?”

“Putting your life in my hands now?”

He grinned as you slowly took the blade from him and followed him to a chair.

Negan sat down before you comfortably as you unexpectedly got onto your knees between his legs.

“Well, well, well..” he raised his brows as you sat the bowl of water beside you. Coming face to face with him you smiled-

“Don’t move now” slowly you began to glide the blade against his skin. Focusing on what you were doing you didn’t notice how focused he was on you. His eyes glimmered tracing your every feature.

“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look when you concentrate?” He squinted his eyes with a slight smirk as you shook off the blade in the water.

“Actually, no” you responded playfully as you continued.

“Well you do” you leaned closer towards him tilting his head back as you carefully shaved under his chin.

“Mmm” he moaned as you finished up that section and felt his hands slowly grab onto your waist.

“Negan” you raised a brow wiping his neck with the towel.

“Serena” his tone was seductive as he gave you a slight squeeze.

“Let me finish, will you?”

“Go ahead, baby” he winked as you sighed with a smile.

“What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll distract you?”

“Not at all” He grinned as you proceeded, he liked how you played hard to get at times. Your tongue sliding over your top lip as you focused on the angle of his jaw.

“Now how do you expect me to stay quiet while you’re doing that?”

“Doing what?” You finished the last of it, drying him off completely with a towel as you stood up.

“Here let me help you, give me this” he took the bowl of water from your hand placing it back on the floor, tossing the blade and towel aside before pulling you onto his lap.

“Come here” you couldn’t help but smile.

“I should go now-“

“Go where? I want you here.”

“Oh do you?”

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely” he placed his hand on the back of your neck pulling you towards him and kissed you passionately. Your hands brushing through his hair, he moaned deeply as he kissed you. Slowly he slid his hand under your shirt cupping your breast before he began teasing your nipple inbetween his fingers. You moaned throwing your head back as he looked up at you biting his bottom lip. He knew how much you loved when he teased your breasts. Lifting up your shirt you soon felt his lips closing around your nipple and pulled him closer. His tongue swirling sending goosebumps through your body, you didn’t want him to stop. He began unbuttoning your pants and you quickly stood up helping undress yourself as his lips found its way up the side of your neck back to your lips. He pushed you slowly making you walk backwards as you stumbled.

“Don’t let me fall” you laughed against his lips as a deep chuckle escaped him just as he suddenly picked you up and threw you onto the bed. He laughed at your reaction as you squirmed watching him unbuckle his pants.

“Come on” you whispered excitedly.

“Are you rushing me?” He raised a brow with a smirk.

“Maybe” you brushed your foot up his crotch area with a devilish look.

“Serena Serena…” he looked down at your foot as you continued. Slowly you pulled your foot back and spread your legs for him, teasing him as you began to play with yourself. You could tell he fell in love with the view you gave him. Eagerly he pushed his pants down grabbing your ankles pulling you against him. His body falling against yours he kissed you and as he did you felt him slide in you. Moaning simultaneously you dug your fingers into his hair, brushing his lips across your face he hid his face in the crook of your neck. Each stroke filling you with exstacy, he took your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours holding them down.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He whispered against your ear as you whimpered a soft ‘yes’.

“I’m sorry, what was that, sweetheart? I couldn’t hear you” his seductive voice teased as he began to move faster.

“Yes..”

“Louder” he demanded as the headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust.

“Yes, just like that!” You finally screamed making him smirk. He lifted himself up to get a look at you beneath him, your face was flushed and you were out of breath, he knew what that meant. He slowed down his thrusts reaching between you both and began playing with your clit. Penetration and stimulation at once your body could feel an orgasm coming much faster than you expected...much stronger..

“Oh fuck” you gasped as your body shook beneath him in a way you could not control. He felt you pulsating around him rapidly as you cried out almost pushing him away.

“Take it, fucking take it” he watched as you threw your head back, your eyes shut tightly as you cried out once more. Just watching you cum made him quickly have to pull out and release himself on your lower stomach. He threw himself on his back beside you as you body lay there unable to move, still feeling like you were floating on a cloud. Without saying a word he reached over and took hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as you both lay side by side..

[sweatyrickgrimes]

‘you belong to me, right?’

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

To be honest the dialogue in twd is absolute ass sometimes but the actors deliver their lines with so much conviction that it kinda slips by. You yell that convoluted sentence with your whole cunt, girl.

[evergreen-eldritch]

Lucille!! She's thirsty

[kaizenwaus]

five hundred sixteen days gone

The worn off denim did nothing to protect the woman's knees from the sand and small stones that made the gravel adorning the forest's ground, not even shifting her weight from one knee to another would ease the pain of her skin fighting not to break. Although all the stinging on her skin and burning on her muscles was nothing compared to the fear and uncertainty that surrounded the clearing.

Everything was... Perfectly set for this exact moment. Almost as if they had taken their time preparing this area for this. The woman could imagine the bald man with the thick mustache cutting down trees that morning, meanwhile the blond man with the burnt face cleaned everything off as well as he planned how to lure the group to this location. Then one of them had to tell the rest of their friends about the place and the time to meet up, and they had to decide the formation of all their vehicles and the armed men. If that had been the case, they did a good job. The scene was, in fact, quite... Intimidating.

The group of survivors, sinners of innocence and naivety, were on their knees, forming half a circle in front of the motorhome that Eugene had been driving just minutes ago. There were also a couple of cars and other vehicles on the sides, their headlights dazzling the survivors and their engines loud in contrast to the silence of the night.

Behind them stood the army of men and women that called themselves the Saviours, each of them holding a firearm if not two. In front of them there were only three men: the bald man with a distinctive mustache, the blond dude with a burnt face, and... The man. The boss. The leader. Negan himself.

He looked just like Sierra had imagined him: disgustingly smug. He wore dark pants, with a leather belt hanging way too low to be comfortable. It was a cold night, so he also wore a leather jacket with a red scarf around his neck. All of this paired up with leather boots and his weapon of choice: a baseball bat.

This bat, whose name was Lucille (as the man had introduced her), had barbed wire around the top of it, which seemed kind of useless against the undead but was incredibly painful for the living.

Eenie...

After introducing himself and the bat, the man explained the reason why they decided to meet up on this beautiful starry night. He paced from one end of the line of survivors to the other, swinging his bat around as he talked and talked and talked...

The survivors were sweating, the bravest ones looking around frantically to find a way to get out of this situation, but the man did not even let them finish a thought as he laughed loudly or got too close to someone with Lucille.

Meenie...

It was nauseating how free and careless he was, walking around as he sang this stupid little song for kids. Even though he was intimidating, Sierra truly questioned if the man was capable of killing one of them randomly. Deep down she thought this was just his little show, that his random pick was going to be a core member of the group: Rick, Daryl, Michonne, or even herself, she thought. There was also the possibility that Negan only wanted to weaken the leader by killing someone close to him: Carl or Michonne.

Would he really pick someone randomly?

Miney...

Sierra wanted to think a human would not be able to murder someone in cold blood, without a true motive. There was a motive, denying it would be straight up lying, but there were a fair amount of people in this line up that did not participate in said killing.

Questioning human behavior in the context of a literal zombie apocalypse was somewhat difficult if they were trying not to be hypocrites too, so maybe he was going to do as he said. Maybe, as he sang and as he pointed randomly at different survivors he was truly picking someone to kill. Maybe, for him this was just a game.

Mo...

The wielder of the named bat stood in front of Carl, causing everyone to cringe at the thought of the teenager becoming this psychopath's victim. But they were able to breathe again as the man continued his game – ironically, considering that if Carl was not the one tagged then the odds of being of them just rose.

Catch...

Rosita.

A tiger...

Rick.

By...

Eugene.

His toe...

Daryl.

My mother...

Michonne.

Told me...

Glenn.

To pick...

Aaron.

The very best one...

Maggie.

And you're...

Sierra. Negan left his bat staring at the blonde for a few more seconds than anybody else before her, he even bent down to stare right at her, taking in the hateful look the woman was giving him. Without breaking eye contact, the man smirked, winked at her and took blind aim with his bat as he sketched the last word of his song: it.

Abraham.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything..." the man started speaking with a smirk on his face after he looked at who Lucille had chosen, slowly and almost teasingly walking away from the blonde woman to face his victim "Cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start"

The bravery and strength with which Abraham presented himself to his soon-to-be murderer was highly admirable. The red-haired man refused to be submissive to the man's inflated ego, he could not forgive himself if his actions fed that man's grotesque and disgusting attitude. Much to Abraham's dismay, this façade only made Negan both flattered and challenged, making him want to prove what he could be able to do. To prove how much of a cold-blooded killer he could be. How much he truly did not care about their lives and only about what they could do for him.

"You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry..." the man chuckled, firmly gripping his beloved bat and lifting it up slowly "Hell, you're all gonna be doing that"

Abraham was standing straight, subtly giving his most recent lover the hand signal they had translated to "I love you" as she silently broke down before everyone. On the opposite side, his ex-girlfriend could not even watch the scene. Watching the man she had learnt to love standing tall on his knees, keeping eye contact with the monster that was about to end his life. Not everyone was able to watch, it was not only Rosita (his former partner) that looked away into the distance as tears streamed down her face. Others, who were not as close to Abraham as Sasha (his lover) was, also dared to watch as Negan cruelly attacked the man.

Gasps, sobs, cries... Those were the noises that took over the crickets as the bat was smashed against Abraham's skull. The echo of the hit was painful, you could almost hear the metal spikes digging into his skin, the blood gushing down his face, Abraham's incoherent mumbles as he tried to speak his last words: "Suck... My... Nuts"

Negan laughed at him before hitting him again, this time harder and leaving him on the ground. He even taunted him, repeating his last words as he looked to his followers to further enjoy his mockery of the victim. He hit him again, and again, and again, and again... He fully raged at the corpse, letting all his anger out on the innocent man's man until his red hair was too faded with the blood to point it out. In Negan's head, this was his revenge for all the Saviors Rick's group had murdered.

If the roles had been reversed, Sierra would not have considered this enough of a punishment. But her perspective of the situation could not let her think too much about it, at least rationally. Her mind was occupied by the little drops of blood that had fallen on Rosita's face, or how Sasha just had to witness the death of her lover very much like she had to a few years ago (without all the cruelty, surely).

The violence and helplessness surrounding the scene were too overwhelming for the woman to be able to have any other thoughts that did not involve wishing for Negan's death or planning how to murder him and his entire group. It was not only overwhelming for her, but also for everyone and everything around her. It was visible, palpable... So noticeable that not even the undead (or walkers, as Sierra had grown accustomed to call them) dared to approach the small clearing in the forest. Not even the walking dead dared to interrupt Negan's moment, his superiority and control over everyone else scarily good as well as incredibly infuriating.

Sierra's stomach was growling in disgust, her breath going faster, her heart pumping what felt like lava in her chest... She bit her tongue, pinched the skin on her wrists to keep herself from fighting back or talking back to him.

"You guys, look at my dirty girl!" the man yelled, showing off his bloody bat and swinging it around in the air – bits and pieces of Abraham's something flying off, until he just pointed the weapon at Rosita, who still could not dare to look at it "Sweetheart... Look at this"

Her eyes were fixated on the red tinted gravel, too shocked to even register tha taunting words of the man responsible for it. Negan enjoyed the state she was in, he watched her and smiled at how miserable she was and how powerful that made him, continuing his tormenting: "Oh, were you together? That sucks!"

Each word that left his mouth was one more log of wood thrown into the fire growing within Sierra. Her chest was growing tighter, her heart pumping faster and her skin getting hotter... Her whole body became a bomb, the clock showing how many seconds until it exploded being each and every word Negan directed towards her friend.

"But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this" he laughed.

Ten seconds. Ten more cruel words is all she needed...

"Red -- and hell, he was, is, and will ever be"

The blonde woman growled in an animalistic way as she jumped off the ground and lunged towards the man, grabbing him by his crimson scarf to hold him in place and punching his face with her other hand. She was fisting the scarf so hard that he did not even move one inch, his neck and jaw taking all the pain and movement. Before she could land another hit, two of his men grabbed her from behind and pulled her away from him, attempting to tackle her to the ground.

Attempting.

Sierra managed to avoid being immobilized by the two Saviours, pushing and punching them until one of them was knocked out by the motorhome and the other one was in a headlock.

She heard Rick calling her name as a warning, while Negan frowned at her in pure and raw anger. He huffed, and she watched. Everyone watched, holding their breaths, as Negan and Sierra stared at each other in a silent war.

"Let him go" a man behind her talked as she felt a crossbow she knew too damn well pressed against the back of her "Or this will be the last thing you do"

She looked briefly towards her found family, all of them scared of what was about to happen to either them or her. It was Carl that slightly nodded to her, letting her know that the best thing she could do right now is listen.

Very slowly, she let go of the man and raised her hands in the air. The man walked away from her, holding his neck in discomfort, meanwhile the man behind her kicked the back of her knee and grabbed her hair to make her look up at Negan.

"Who do you think you are?" he spat angrily at her, almost in a whisper.

"Your worst fucking nightmare" she smirked.

As soon as those words left her mouth, she was hit by the consequences of her own actions. Lucille collided against her cheek with almost superhuman strength, breaking her skin with the force of impact and the barbed wire dragging against her flesh. It was such a strong blow that Sierra fell to her side, barely managing to collect herself with her hands.

"That!" Negan spoke to the rest of the group while pointing at the injured woman with his bat "That is a no-no! That whole thing! Not one bit of that shit flies here!"

His words reverberated against her skull as her heartbeat moved to the bleeding wound on her face, her whole vision turning red and in her ears growing an uncomfortable ringing. Someone close to her, probably the man that threatened her with Daryl's crossbow, dragged his unconscious colleague away from the motorhome – thus leaving a clear path for Sierra to crawl under the vehicle and hide as Negan ranted.

"Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with... But I'm a man of my word. I already told you people, first one's free, then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!"

Sierra was halfway under the motorhome when someone dragged her out by her ankle, exposing her torso and dragging her skin against the gravel. The man turned her around, making her face him as he pointed the crossbow to her head. She blindly tried to cover her face, her hands clumsy as her vision was deprived of focus and other colors beside red, still she was able to see the blond man with a burnt face speaking to her: "Where do you think you're going?"

"Please..." she whispered, struggling to speak as her mouth filled up with her own blood.

"You've got guts, lady" Negan looked down at her, before turning to the blond man "Dwight, load her up, I like her"

The man, now known as Dwight, grabbed the woman by her hair and dragged her towards a black van. She kicked her legs and yelled in pain, in way too much pain to try to put on a façade in front of the Saviors. In a desperate attempt to avoid being taken, she went to grab... Something. Her left hand flew to the floor, trying to grab some kind of anchor that would keep her from being abducted.

But it was the anchor that found her. Glenn's hand went over hers and gave her a reassurance squeeze, too fast to be noticed by anyone else besides them. She knew what it meant. She knew it was a silent promise, an oath to her that she would not be held against her will too long – and he was going to make sure of that.

Dwight threw her in the back of the van rather aggressively, making her whole body ache more (if that was even possible). She used the last bit of her strength to lunge towards him, but her fist was met by the van's doors being closed right in front of her.

"Feisty, just how I like them" she could hear Negan talking to her people, dwelling on his own gain and the group's loss of a great asset "She's mine now, so... Back to it!"

Sierra only managed to hear a loud thud, similar to the sound of Lucille crashing against Abraham's skull, accompanied by gasps and a woman crying out: "No!"

She hit the van's doors in frustration, hearing the suffering of her friends combined with her own physical pain becoming too much for her, until she eventually felt herself give up to the blood loss and overstimulation. Her knees got weaker and she could no longer hold herself up, her stomach growled as her chest heaved, her heart finally relaxing and her face going numb. She brought her hand up to her open wound, feeling the wetness and roughness of blood mixed with gravel against the tips of her fingers – perfect cocktail for an infection, she thought.

Her back was resting against the van's walls, feeling how they vibrated from the noises coming from outside. She tried to fight off the tiredness that overcame her, but her eyelids seemed to have grown independent from her brain's orders. Slowly all the tension left her body as she felt herself weighting more as she let go... Pain and life threatening anemia made her shut her body down to a comatose state, the last words she was able to register from outside echoing through the van's walls:

No exceptions.

[justjessame]

Put Me In Coach: I'd Jingle His Bells ~

The giggles that met me as I walked into the apartment were something that I both adored and would never get enough of - but the sight that greeted me was unexpected.

“Where did you find that?” My eyes were on a tree - a Christmas tree to be exact, and somehow it was actually decorated. Negan and Trey were on the floor and the giggles had come from our little guy laying on his back looking up through the branches that held twinkle lights, beside my husband who was just as fucking delighted in the vision their perspective beheld.

Negan’s head raised, nearly losing an eye to one of the branches, but I managed to bite my lip to keep from laughing - just in case. “Come on, sweetheart, I can find anything.” The tone and the look he shot me reminded me of all the things he’d managed to find on me - and the noises he could elicit from each and every one. A wink and his head was beside Trey’s as they mumbled together under the tree - not mumbling I realized, but singing.

“Is that Jingle Bells I hear?” I put down the few things I’d brought back from the meeting I’d had with the parents of my students. Gifts and notes, all great things that reminded me that I had a purpose other than as a wife and mother, not that either of those roles were lacking. Shaking my head, I kicked off my shoes and was on my back under the tree on Trey’s other side, the sound of Christmas carols a touch louder this close.

“Daddy brought us a tree, Mommy.” At four, our little guy was growing more articulate by the day. “And he taught me songs.”

The lights twinkled through the branches as Trey and Negan dueted on all the songs he managed to teach to the little guy we were raising. The catalog wasn’t vast, nor was it precisely perfect, but I’d dare anyone to tell me - or them - otherwise.

“Oh. My. God.” Eric’s voice called out from the now open door. “Coach, you managed to find one too.” That meant that Steven procured a tree for my bestie as well. “And do my ears deceive or is that sexy voice of yours singing in here?” My lip was going to fucking bleed soon if he didn’t stop.

And then he was under the tree next to me, and I heard a sigh as Steven joined him and us. “Isn’t it pretty, Uncle Eric?” Trey was clearly happier than even his birthday would make him. As he and his uncles chatted about the tree, along with Negan’s assurances that the trees were just the beginning, I realized that this was something he’d been planning for a while.

Eric and Steven took Trey to their place so he could see their tree, and to give me and Coach a little alone time.

I was working on putting away the toys Trey forgot to put away before he ran off to the funnest place on earth - Eric’s description of their apartment, which he usually gave with a flamboyant screech and an eye waggle that would make us all laugh, for clearly different reasons. Hearing Negan clear his throat, I looked up and was super happy I was already on the floor, because the sight of what greeted my eyes would have knocked me on my ass for certain.

There my husband, Coach Negan, fearless leader of the Sanctuary stood wearing a Santa hat - and not a fucking thing more.

“Well?” He was waiting for me to say or do something, obviously.

Narrowing my eyes as I studied him, I let my eyes take a slow tour tip to toe, so to speak. While my darling husband grew less patient.

“Amara,” he growled at me and I couldn’t stop the grin that came at his obvious irritation caused by my silence at what was clearly a private gift for me.

“Couldn’t find a bow big enough for your dick, Coach?” I asked with a head tilt and that did it, he was over top of me, and I got the full package - if you know what I mean.

On our bed, hours later and after dinner and more dessert, I felt my own giggles break free. Groaning, underneath where he held me on top of his chest, Negan asked what I could possibly find so fucking funny after the marathon we just did.

“I was thinking,” propping my chin on his chest so our eyes could meet, I sighed as his hand slid up my body to cup my cheek. “Aren’t you fucking estatic that cameras aren’t really a thing anymore?” His eyebrow went up and I bit my lip before more laughter fell free. “I mean, couldn’t you just hear the squeal Eric would unleash if I had a pic of you in that hat to share?”

His own laughter met mine, and then our lips were together and we forgot Eric and his glee if he could see Santa Negan in all his wonder.

[artemiseamoon-ficart]

Leather & Spikes

Moodboards pt 3

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Fic info (posted on A03 and my Sideblog)

[to-pick-ourselves-up-7]

The Marks of Running Ink pt.90

The Walking Dead [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Negan x Tory Miller (ofc)

Summary: Peace had a way to be boring and exciting at once, for Tory Miller, it was lonely until it was not. Her life was about taking it slow, one day at a time.  

Warnings: SLOW BURN, angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, child endangerment, general trauma, drama, mentions of infidelity and polygamy, general lack or morals, mentions of nudity, graphic sexual scenes (nsfw), mentions of blood, apocalyptic world. As always, I don’t want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk.

Author’s note: This is the epilogue forThe Marks of Running Ink. It contains a major character death, a sixteen-year time-skip and it's sad. And when I say SAD, I really do mean business. If you prefer the happy ending, stay back in chapter 89. Heed my warning. If you prefer the gritty stuff, do go on and read under your own risk.

•••   •••   ••• •••   •••   •••

She Chose to Love

Alexandria, VA.

Ella sighed softly and deposited the flowers over the grave, she liked coming here on her own.

Tommy was always a weeping mess and her Dad was too sad to even go around to the grave, but Ella could forgive that. They missed her. She missed her too but...she'd had her for a lot longer than they did.

“They miss you, Mama, but I promise they love you,” she told to no one in particular. The graveyard was empty, except for her and her voice speaking to her mom.

With another sigh, she stood straight and read the inscription on the headstone. 

Victoria J.M. Smith

She chose to love every day

Her mother had been so many things.

Of all things it could have been, it was what her Dad had picked. Her mom had been part of the Council of Communities, she was one of the surviving members of Alexandria, she’d become a doctor without real training, she was a mother and a wife and a friend. 

Yet, the words stared back at Ella with stark clarity. 

She chose to love every day .

She wanted to ask her Dad what they meant, but she feared he’d go into an early –or late grave – himself.

Ella walked back home to find Tommy working on the front garden. Her little brother had inherited their father’s green thumb, so Ella could focus on her carpentry work.       

“Hey, Tommy, all good?” she asked, checking on him before going to the garage-slash-workshop. Her little brother turned his head to her with a little smile. Fuck, he looked so much like their mom. 

“All good, Ells,” he said. “Just de-weeding some of the basil plants, you know how Pa’ gets about it.”

She chuckled. “Give him a break, he is old.”

“I heard that, young lady!”

They both turned to see their dad. He was getting out of the workshop and Ella wondered what disaster she’d find in her wake. Their father walked firmly and with energy, if a bit lopsided at times, he was still their old man, but his hair had turned almost completely white since their mother had died. 

“You know I have permission to call you old, you’re my dad,” she said, echoing old words and making Tommy chuckle behind a cough. 

Her father kissed her forehead and went inside grumbling and saying there would be spaghetti for dinner. 

Once she couldn’t hear him anymore, Ella turned to Tommy. “How is he really?”

“He didn’t cry this morning, but he’s acting a bit weird,” her little brother said, his frown was just like Grandpa Roy’s. “You’ve come to keep an eye on him?”

“Yeah, it’s her birthday today.”

•••   •••   •••

By all means, it was a life well lived. 

Tory held onto Negan’s hand as the diagnosis she already suspected was given to them.

It was so fucking cruel.

She could see Negan crumple inside because they knew what would come would be terrible. 

“I don’t have enough tools to tell you exactly how much longer, Victoria, but…”

“It’s bad, I get it. Thank you, Henry, really.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

She’d pulled Negan away from the little office and to the horses that would take them to Alexandria. He was numb, but she could understand. It felt like a joke, a sick joke from destiny. 

Tory knew there were many things they hadn’t done just yet. Many things that they would need to do yet. So many things they should have done. 

They rode to Alexandria in silence.

They arrived late enough for Ella to be gone and Tommy to be already in bed. They showered the grime from the road and went to bed in silence. 

Negan’s arms surrounded her and held her closely. 

Her voice was stuck under a knot in her throat, but the darkness was the only thing that would keep them from shattering completely. Tomorrow, they would have to be strong, they would be parents and figures of authority and all the reassurances would have to be for their children. 

Ella was twenty-four, but Tommy was only sixteen.

“Can you believe my father will outlive me? The old bastard.” Of all things, it was the first that came to mind. Negan kissed the back of her neck, warming her body and making her forget the ever-present ache that –she now knew – would never go away.

“What am I supposed to do without you?” he whispered, finally bringing up the topic she was dreading.   

“You choose to live, every day, you choose to be better for them, every single day, until it’s over for you too,” she whispered back. Tory knew she didn’t need to say their children’s names. 

“It should be me, fuck,” he choked out. 

“But it’s not, Negan. We have to accept it,” her voice trembled in the end and she didn’t sound so sure anymore. 

“I can’t put you down,” he said, his voice breaking as he sobbed against her back. It shattered her heart, splintering it into oblivion. 

“We’ll tell Henry. He’ll help us and I’ll be with you and the kiddos, Negan.”

“Why is it always you?” he asked, demanding an answer she didn’t have. “Lucille, Elle, you… It’s not fucking fair.” She turned into his arms, inhaling deeply his fresh scent. Pine and mint and fresh water, with a bit of the orange soap they had at home.

“No, it’s not fair,” she confessed, tears rolling to the tip of her nose and the side of her head. “But it’s what we have, the shit hand we’ve been dealt with. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. It’ll never be your fault.”

•••   •••   •••

Tommy had been a surprise. They were happy with Ella, despite the time Negan had been put away in a cell. Tory had never expected to have another child, they were definitely not looking to get pregnant. It just happened. 

Ella had been over the moon at the idea of being a big sister and Negan was happy with another child, whatever came their way. 

When the baby boy had been put in her arms, Tory fell in love. 

They had toyed with names for months, but her baby boy demanded a good name. 

“Thomas Nathan Jones-Smith,” she’d told Negan, who’d rolled his eyes at her insistence on hyphenating their names, but not contradicting her. 

“Tommy for short,” was all he said. 

Tommy had come to complete their family and fulfil their lives with his smiles and antics. He was a calm baby in a way Ella hadn’t been. But the bond Tory shared with Ella was akin to the one Tommy shared with Negan. She would never begrudge her son or husband for that relationship.

They had sixteen blissful years.

•••   •••   •••

Tory did not regret a single day.

She wrote letters to them. For all of them. 

Even for Carl, who was now the leader of the Hilltop and had a family of his own. Tory wrote to him about how grateful she was for the bond that had become a friendship and how she admired him for doing what was needed. 

She wrote to Ella about being a mother and how she had changed her life for the better, how she had filled her days with love and smiles. How she had taught her to forgive. 

She wrote to Tommy about all the things she still wanted to teach him, how much she’d loved him from the moment she knew he would come into the world. 

To Negan, Tory couldn’t write a letter.

She told him every day, every morning. Something that hadn’t changed in sixteen years was unlikely to change now. 

“I’m choosing to love you today as well,” she’d say every morning as they woke up. And she continued to say it until she couldn’t leave their bed anymore. “But it’s time.”

Negan held her hand until it cooled between his, as tears rolled, silent and inevitable down his face. 

•••   •••   •••

She was as peaceful as Elle had been. She looked so young, despite the few grey hairs he could see.

It was all rather silent and anticlimactic. 

Negan always imagined Tory would go out of their world with a bang, yet, she left with a smile, her pretty eyes closed. Her last words seared on his skin forever. An indelible ink-like mark that would never let him forget. 

Today, he was reading those words again. 

I’ll never stop choosing you .

He couldn’t explain how every choice Tory had made for more than half her life had been a choice made out of love. It hadn’t always been for love of him, fuck no , he couldn’t claim such an honor. But Tory had loved her mother and chosen her over her father, she had loved her step-dad and her first lovers so much, she’d chosen them above her own safety. She’d loved Maggie enough to save her and that child of hers. She’d loved him enough to keep secrets that others would have aired for sympathy. 

Ella had asked him why he’d picked the words of her mother’s gravestone to be that. He had never fought with his daughter, but he fought for those words nail and tooth. 

And how fiercely she’d loved Ella and Tommy? He couldn’t even describe it. 

She’d chosen to die in a way that would not torment him too.

He wanted to make that choice too, but he knew it wasn’t his time yet.

But when the time came, he hoped his good choices would outweigh the bad ones, because the road was still long ahead of him.

[zombiigrll]

Could you write an enemies to lovers carl grimes x reader where the reader is Negan's daughter? There could be something maybe where Carl and her meet when he breaks into the sanctuary and she escorts him around with or without Negan maybe?

I don't have the best ideas lol but you can be creative I'd love to see what you can come up with!

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HEART OF GOLD. ⋆｡°��� carl grimes x savior!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 4.5K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ enemies to lovers, use of y/n, negan is readers dad, spoilers for twd 7x1 - 7x7, enid and carl arent dating in this universe ofc, lots of rambling and build-up before any romance (sorry guys 🙏) .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you catch feelings for the wrong person. ꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ thank you for the request anon! i've always wanted to do a savior reader fic so i'm so hyped writing this 🙏 its a bit long...so i hope you enjoyy!! part 2 here!

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you were there the day your dad had lined up the people of alexandria.

you hated what he would do, and what the saviors in general would do. but, unfortunately, you were used to it. you did what you were told and never protested. it's what your life was now.

you were sitting next to your father in the rv you guys had stolen from one of the people in their group.

there was a knock at the door, and your dad stepped out. you followed behind with your hands behind your back and a plain expression on your face.

your expression was regularly blank, the opposite of your fathers. you never had fun with what you and the saviors were doing. you thought it was sick, and it was.

"pissing our pants yet?" negan laughed as he stepped out of the rv. "boy, do i have a feeling were getting close."

you shook your head in response, looking at all the people in the line. they were terrified. besides one boy. he had an eyepatch over his left eye, long brown hair, and a sheriffs hat. he looked around your age, too.

you knew he most likely was scared, but he looked tough.

then, you realized you were staring too long. he looked up at you with a piercing glare, and you quickly looked away. you crossed your arms and sat down on the steps of the rv.

you watched as your father berated and teased the group, pointing lucille in their faces. he walked around the group, taking turns talking to them- or more at them.

he made his way over to the boy. "you got a lot of our guns." negan laughed, tilting his head as he examined the kids face. "shit, kid. lighten up. at least cry a little."

as negan began walking away and to the next person, the kid looked at you again. this time, he tilted his head slightly with a confused expression. you furrowed your eyebrows with a stern expression on your face.

negan began making his way around, and a few minutes had passed before he began his 'eenie, meenie, miney, mo' game. you watched anxiously, your face turning as your heart raced. they might not have been your group, but you would always feel anxious and upset.

you could never understand how the others were always so normal about it.

he landed on a man with ginger hair and a big, tough figure.

"anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, then we'll start."

...

you watched as that man got his head split in half, and then another man afterwards.

your dad had never taken you to one of these runs before. you were aware the things he had done, but you never witnessed it like this before.

your dad had left with rick in the rv and had you stay with ricks group. you watched as everyone processed what had happened. the blood and the bodies on the ground.. the tears.

you crossed your arms as you tried to keep your composure. as much as you were disgusted by negans actions, you knew if you had shown it you would get in trouble.

your father came back a little while after leaving. as he parked, you opened the rv door for your dad.

right as you opened it, your dad and rick exited. ricks eyes were bloodshot, and he was shaking.

"this must be hard for you, right?" negan mocked rick. "i mean, you have been king shit for so long. losin' two of your own like..." he snaps his fingers dramatically, his shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. "gettin' 'em clipped like that, one nut, then the other, and in front of your boy? that is some screwed up shit!"

you crossed your arms and looked up at your father, standing by his side and giving him a knowing look. he looked down at you and laughed before continuing to brutally taunt rick.

after a bit, negan ordered the other saviors to point guns to the back of everybodys heads, telling them to align it to their noses so if they need to fire, it'll be a mess.

you stayed by negans side, as always. you must've looked like a dog compared to your father, always following by his side unless ordered otherwise. you knew your dad was fucked up, but that wouldn't stop you from loving him. people would be surprised of how good of a dad he was capable of being.

"kid.. right here." negan looked into the boys eyes, doing a motion with his hands as a silent order for him to come over. "kid. now."

the kid silently walked over, glaring at both you and negan.

"you a south paw?"

"am i a what?" the kid tilted his head and squinted his eyes at negan, crossing his arms.

"are you left handed?" you clarified blankly.

"no."

"good." negan smiled.

negan tightens his belt around carls upper arm. "that hurt?"

carl looks down at the ground. "no."

"should." negan chuckles in response. "it's supposed to."

"dad, what're you doing?" you whispered to negan, slightly worried for the boy.

"doesn't matter." he looks at you, his expression turned slightly serious. you scoffed and looked back at the boy curiously. "alright. get down on the ground, kid. next to daddy."

the boy complied, laying down on the ground and laying his arms out. negan drew a line on his arm and informed rick that he'd have to cut the kids arm off.

you watched as everyones expressions turned surprised, but specifically one lady who was still in the line on her knees.

"you- you don't have to do this. we understand." the lady begged. "we understand. you understand."

"yeah. i'm not sure that rick does."

"dad." you mumbled, but to no avail. he just ignored you.

"rick. this needs to happen now. chop, chop, or i will crush the little fella's skull myself.

tears fell from ricks eyes as he looked at his son and the ax. "it can- it can be me." he pleaded. "it can be me."

rick and negan continue going back and fourth. tears falling, negan laughing at ricks desperate attempts and pleads to stop this. your face grimaced in disgust of your dads behavior, but your expression quickly changed at the boys words.

"dad.. just do it." he spoke, looking at his dad. "just do it."

rick grabs the ax and begins slowly lowering down, until negan stops him.

"rick."

rick looks up at negan, confusion and tears flooding his face.

"you answer to me. you provide for me. you belong to me. right?"

ricks body continues shaking as he fearfully looks into negans eyes.

"speak when you're spoke to!" negan yelled. "you answer to me. you provide for me."

"provide for you.." rick weakly repeats.

"you belong to me, right?!"

rick breaths heavily, nodding vigorously. "right."

"that is the look i wanted to see." negan smiles, looking down at the beaten up man.

you put your hand on your dads shoulder. "we're done here, dad."

he looks at you and nods, before looking up at dwight. "dwight. load him up." negan points to the man on the ground who had punched negan, and gotten someone killed.

"seriously, dad. let's go."

negan laughs. "today was a productive damn day!" you were always taken aback on how through all of the terrible, repulsive things that your father did, he still had that shit-eating grin along his face. "i hope, for all your sake.. that you get it now. that you understand how things work. things have changed."

he lets out one more loud laugh before speaking again.

"welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits!"

...

it had been a few days since that lineup. you could still hear the cries of the people there. the last words of the victims. sure, you had killed people yourself before, but you'd never been apart of something that insane before. all you could think of was the man, rick, and his son. all you could think was that they were strong. you were sure negan was looking at the boy wishing you were more like him. tough, strong.

but not much had changed in the sanctuary since that day, besides the new recruit from the line up, daryl.

you sat in your room, reading a book as you usually did. but then, you heard a few shots. you quickly ran outside, grabbing your gun as you ran out.

you spotted the kid from before, with a large machine gun in hand.

"are you fucking kidding?" you raised an eyebrow, lowering your gun. you weren't phased by the boy. you knew he was aware that negan was your father. if he killed you, he knows there'd be repercussions for him.

"i only want negan." he glared, the gun still pointing toward you.

"put the gun down, dude." you holstered your gun and crossed your arms.

but before he could, dwight tackled him down.

"dwight!" you sternly yelled, running over and pushing him. "i have it under control, thanks."

dwight looks up at you and shakes his head, irritated, standing back up. you put your hand down, offering it to the boy. he awkwardly accepted it.

"he's busy right now, i'm not exactly sure where." you dust your hands off as you speak. "i'll give you a tour, i guess."

you walk inside the building, looking around at everyone working. "what's your name?" you ask, walking around the perimeter.

"why do you want to know?" he glares at you.

you scoff, stopping in your tracks and tilting your head at him. "hey, i'm not my dad. i'm not being an asshole. don't treat me like i am."

his eyes slightly widen at your stern reaction as he nods. "carl."

"i'm y/n." you continue walking around.

carl follows behind you, a bit nervously. "so negan is really your dad?"

"yeah."

he raises an eyebrow, his expression curious. "like, biologically?"

his sudden questions confuse you. "yes, why?"

"well, i don't know if you've noticed, but your dad is a piece of shit."

"i actually have noticed. i've been with him through this whole thing." your voice was angered at his sudden insult towards your father. "he's a better dad than you think."

"that's hard to believe." carl scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

"i'm sure it is. i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him, though. i don't agree with what he does at all, but that doesn't change how he is as a parent." an annoyed and slight upset sigh leaves your mouth as you finish your sentence, disappointed by who your father has become.

after a moment of silence, carl continues speaking. "it's weird to think how a man like him could have a child like you."

"what is that supposed to mean?" you shot him a threatening look. he might not have meant it that way, but you were a bit insecure how you were as his child.

"i just mean, you seem nice. it's hard to believe you're a savior, and much harder to believe your related to negan." he defends himself.

you shot him an aggressive glare. "sure."

...

you had been looking around for quite a bit, making small talk with carl every now and then, but it was mostly silence between the two of you.

you didn't fully understand why you were so content with carl. i mean, you didn't know the kid, and you guys didn't necessarily have the best first introduction. he had a gun pointed toward you as well, but you still felt calm around him. why were you feeling this way?

eventually, you made it to one of the rooms. specifically the room with your fathers 'wives.' you knocked on the door before entering.

you spotted your dad and leaned on the door frame. "i brought you something."

"i'm busy right now, y/n, give me a second." negan calmly spoke, which carl could instantly spot was different from how he spoke to all the other saviors.

"yeah, uhm.." you pushed carl into the room. "i kinda cant."

negans expression changed from soft back to his regular 'negan' expression. he whistled, a grin plastered on his face. "damn." he let out an extended laugh, putting his hands on his face. "now, how big of a mess did he make?"

"he killed two people. dwight tackled him. but it wasn't too crazy."

negan nods in response, his gaze turning over to carl. "two men.. and you're giving me the same stink-eye as your dad. except, only half as good. cause... y'know." he signals to his eye, making a mocking face at him. "i'm assuming you already showed him around?"

"yeah, i had to go on a scavenger hunt looking for you." you chuckled, putting your hands in your pockets.

"well, come over here." negan signaled you and carl to come closer, pointing down to the ground next to him. you and carl quickly obey.

"what are you doin' here, kid?" negan tilted his head over into carls direction.

"why do you think?" carl glared at negan and his smartassed tone, his arms crossed.

right after carl said that, daryl stepped into the room with a tray of food in his hands, dwight following right behind him. negan lets out a shortened laugh before pointing to the tray.

"carl, will you grab this tray for me?" negan politely asks, but it still sounds as if he's mocking.

daryl looks from carl back to negan and you, then back to carl. "why do you got him here?"

"woah!" negan puts his hands up defensively with a chuckle, a toothpick from the tray laying between his pointer and middle finger. "what we talk about when you're not here is none of your business." he lifts the toothpick up near carls face. "do not make me put this toothpick through the only eye he has." you nudge negan in the shoulder, giving him a look to discreetly tell him to stop. he nods at you and turns his head back over to dwight. "dwighty boy... fire up that furnace. we'll be down in a few." he laughs to himself quietly at the irony, "time for a little déjé vu."

dwight and daryl exit the room.

"now, i need to talk to you." negan uses his toothpick to get a piece of food from the tray, looking up at carl. "come on, let's go." negan signals for the two of you to follow.

he leads you guys out of the room and walks a little ways in front of you two. carl looks over to you, walking a bit closer. "are all of those women actually his wives?" carl lowly speaks.

"why are you so persistent on talking to me?" you whisper as well, giving him a bit of a dirty look. not necessarily on purpose, but it got your point across. "you should hate me."

"you're just a kid, too. i know i was skeptical before, but i can tell you're not like.." he tilts his head toward negan. "you've got a heart of gold compared to him."

you stop in your tracks and look at him, clenching your jaw in frustration. "you've gotten yourself into a hell of a situation. i suggest you stop making it worse."

you continue walking, a bit faster so carl trails behind you. negan opens the door in front of you guys, moving his hand to signal for you guys to get in, to which you comply, but let carl go in front of you.

you sit on the bed whilst carl and negan sit on the couch.

you sit and watch as your father talks back and fourth with carl, causing you to zone out a bit. he spoke about wanting to bond with carl, which slightly irked you.

through his laughs, negan speaks. "ah.. i can't. i can't do it. it's like talking to a birthday present."

you tune back in as he says that, curious to what he was talking about this time.

"you got to take that crap off your face." negan signals to the bandages wrapped around the side of carls face. "i wanna see what grandma got me."

"no." carl lowly speaks, slight anger in his tone as his brows knit together.

"two men!" negan yells, standing up from his seat and leaning forward.

"dad, stop it." you softly begged, your expression a bit bleak. you tapped your foot anxiously.

"two. men." negan simply glances over to you, his expression just barely softening. "punishment."

"he's a kid. you can punish him, but don't.. humiliate him."

you didn't know why you had a soft spot for him. or why you called him a kid, despite him being your age. but, you just did. negan lets out a sigh, shaking his head before looking back toward carl.

"you like music?" he asks, which carl simply furrows his brows in confusion to. "i want you to sing me a song."

after a moment of staring and processing, carl softly responds.

"what?"

"you mowed down two of my men, i want something in return for that. sing me a song." negan turns his head over in your direction. "and you, can you go check on the boiler?"

you glance at carl before standing up from the bed. "...alright."

you exit the room and look below the railing. you see someone you don't recognize tied to a chair and a group of people waiting around.

you walk around the perimeter before knocking loudly on the railing to get everyones attention. everybody downstairs looks up and kneels down.

god, you hated these standards you dad had put up for you two. you hated this princess treatment.

you cleared your throat. "is everything ready?" you asked as you began stepping down the stairs to get a better look on the scene.

you saw that the man lined up for the iron this time was mark. you knew him and amber had something going on for a bit now, you didn't think that your dad would have found out however.

"yes, we're ready whenever." one of the saviors informed you calmly, though you could sense they seemed a bit fearful.

you didn't understand why the saviors were scared of you. well, you did, but it didn't make sense when you're the only savior who hadn't been super involved in the killings.

"..okay." you awkwardly pressed your lips together. "i'll go get my dad."

you stepped back up the stairs swiftly, walking back over in the direction of the room you had left your father and carl in, but they were already walking toward you.

"it's all ready." you informed your dad, giving him a moment to step in front of you so you could be back to carls side. he looked a bit shaken up, and you were worried what your dad had done.

the three of you make it back up to the balcony, and negan hits the railing a couple times with lucille to get everyones attention. he hands lucille over. "hold that for me." he says to carl, but you take her before carl has to, shooting him a lopsided smile as you do so.

negan begins giving his speech before the iron. you continue glancing over at carl, whos staring down at the whole scenery going on. negan begins going down the steps, and you two follow with him.

"mark.. i'm sorry. but it is what it is." negan says before signaling for dwight to do the iron.

you look down at your feet, but your gaze turns up to carl. his expression had changed from confused to terrified in seconds.

when it was all over, negan gave the end of his speech before walking abck up to you and carl.

"you probably think im a lunatic." he chuckles, examining carls changed expression. "come on. let's go figure out what to do with you-"

"hey, dad." you cut him off. "i'm just gonna take him back home."

negans eyebrows rose as he looked down. he was silent for a moment before he nodded. he turned his head over in carls direction yet again. "take everything that happened today as a warning. don't pull that shit again."

carl simply just looks away, looking back at you.

"i'll be back soon." you weakly smiled up at your dad. "love you."

"love you too, kiddo."

you walked out of the building, grabbing the car keys on your way out. you got into the car along with carl and began driving off.

it was silent and awkward for a bit, but you couldn't help to ask..

"what did my dad do when i was out of the room?"

carl leaned his arm against the door, using his hand to lift up his head. "he made me sing. and he swung the bat over by the bed while i sung."

you clenched your jaw, shaking your head. "..sorry."

"why? you're one of them, it's what you guys do."

"i don't do that stuff." you clarified yet again.

he turned his head back over to you, squinting a bit in confusion. "you asked me why i was so persistent on talking to you, but i could ask you the same thing. why do you keep defending me and talking to me?"

you anxiously tapped your fingers onto the steering wheel. "because i don't want to end up like my dad."

...

you couldn't sleep that night. all you could think about was carl. it was stupid. you didn't know why you were so entranced by that boy, but just the fact that you were.. falling for an alexandrian, the people you were currently going to war with.. it wasn't looking good for you.

you had only been back home for a little bit, maybe an hour? and still, all you could think about was him.

you had to make things right.

everyone had started to go off to their rooms already, so it'd be pretty easy to sneak out. you knew the perimeters, having been here for a few years, and you knew where all the watch posts were and the blind spots of said watch posts.

you packed regular essentials in a small crossbody bag, grabbed your knife and gun, and headed out. you grabbed one of the motorcycles and your helmet and began dragging it alongside you until you got some place safe on the road where no one could spot you. then, you started speeding over to alexandria.

you were a bit worried that they'd catch you and put you somewhere, or kill you, but what you were feeling was too persistent. no matter what carls reaction was, you'd at least be rid of the feeling.

after a while, you arrived near alexandria. you stopped the motorcycle and thrown it off somewhere safe in the woods so you could walk up to the gates.

unlike the sanctuary, you knew nothing about the perimeters of alexandria. you had only been there when you took carl back, so the front was all you knew. you also knew that approaching the front gates could possibly get you kidnapped or killed, so you weren't exactly sure what to do.

you looked at the watch tower that was to the side of the gate, investigating to see if anyone was up there. and, to your avail, there wasn't anyone.

..now you just needed to figure out how to get past the gate.

since you knew it was safe, you stepped closer and investigated the gate. it looked as if you could climb up the bars that held the walls up and drop down off of it inside of alexandria. so, you did. it was difficult and if anyone had seen you, you probably would have let them kill you for your own good.

you carefully dropped down. it made a loud noise, but you didn't think anyone heard because of it being quite late..

until you heard your name whisper-yelled from the distance by a familiar voice.

you turned around and spotted carl, his eyebrows furrowed and his expression surprisingly not angry, but just confused.

"fuck.. hi." you awkwardly responded, putting your hands on your knees as you caught your breath.

he squinted his eye at you, crossing his arms. "why are you here?"

"i'll tell you in a second, can we go somewhere more private?"

he nods and quickly starts walking back toward what you were assuming was his house. there was already a window open, and he climbed through first, reaching his hand down to help you through.

you step into the room and he pulls out a chair from his desk, sitting down in it and offering for you to sit on his bed. you sit down with a sigh.

"so, why are you here?" his voice is still in a low whisper, but it's loud enough for you to hear. "i mean, if you wanted to do something, you could've done it when you dropped me off. so what's up?"

"yeah, uhm.." you take a deep breath out, messing with your fingers as you continue speaking. "i wanted to talk to you." "you wanted to talk to me?" carl repeats, tilting his head in confusion.

"it's just.. with everything that happened. how we met, what happened earlier at the sanctuary.. i can't stop thinking about you." you cross your arms around yourself in embarrassment, unsure what carls expression is changing to. "i know i shouldn't. but theres just something about you, and i can't exactly put my finger on it. i know it's weird, and we know nothing about each other besides the fact that i'm the daughter of a bad man, but-"

"stop." he scoffs, shaking his head.

you look back up at him nervously, biting your lip.

"..it doesn't matter that your dad was a bad man. you're obviously not." you can tell by his voice and body language changing that he seems slightly nervous as well. "i keep thinking about you, too. you're different from the saviors. you could be safe here, y'know."

"if i stayed here, i'd put you guys in more danger." you give him a lopsided smile, your stomach dropping slightly the more you think about it. "..can i love you?"

carls eyes widen as he processes what you just told him.

"i know it'd be difficult-"

he stands up and puts his hands on your shoulders, moving one up to the side of your face. "i don't care how difficult it is. we'll figure it out together."

before you could respond, he leaned down and quickly kissed you, leaving his forehead on yours, and his hands on your cheeks. you lifted your hands up to his, closing your eyes as you took in the moment.

it was a sort of sorrowful moment. you knew that it wouldn't last forever. you were a savior. your people were trying to kill his, and have killed his. but the fact that you were together now was all you needed. you had to make it work.

you opened your eyes and smiled up at him. "we'll make this work."

"we will. i promise."

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[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Everleigh is one of Negans wives who becomes pregnant. Negan becomes overly protective of her.]

“What the hell are you doing out here?!” He pulled you up his eyes looking all over you to make sure you were alright.

“I was just- I was trying to get something to eat. No one was there and-“ before you could finish his eyes changed.

“What do you mean no one was there?” Obvious anger in his voice.

Negan and Everleigh

It was time for your monthly check up when the doctor would give each of you a pregnancy test. The amount of sex Negan was having with all his wives, it was a surprise that none of you had come out pregnant yet. He always pulled out, yet each month you were always nervous to get a positive. The doctor gave each of you a stick with your name written on it, once you finished you all left the stick on the table beside him. Standing in a straight line waiting for the results, the doctor had a timer sitting beside him. Each minute feeling like it dragged, you had your hands behind your back when finally the alarm ticked. Quietly he looked over the tests before turning to face you and told everyone they could leave. Just as you were walking out, being the last one in the back you were stopped by the doctor with a slight tug.

“You can stay” you looked up at him confused as your heart began racing in your chest. Did this mean you were pregnant? The doctor smiled as he closed the door.

“Congratulations, Everleigh…you are indeed with child.” Your heart dropped as the words you always dreaded to hear were spoken before you.

“We will arrange for you to wait in Negans office until he arrives so that he can speak to you” not saying a word you followed as one of his men led you to the office. The door closed behind you but you couldn’t find it in you to sit and relax, pacing around the room you waited for Negan to show.

A little while later Negan returned to the sanctuary, Simon with a big grin on his face welcomed him.

“Boy do we have some news for you!” Negan looked over at him curiously as he placed his bat over his shoulder walking alongside him.

“One of your wives are pregnant”

“Shit” Negan stopped in his tracks facing Simon.

“Who?”

“Everleigh” he raised his brows pleased with what he was being told.

“Where is she?”

“Waiting for you in your office” Simon flashed him his teeth through a smile before pointing in the direction you were in.

Continuing to pace back and fourth you couldn’t believe what was happening. You froze at the sound of the door knob turning and quickly sat down waiting for him to enter. Once he did you swallowed anxiously as you heard his boots click loudly against the ground as he made his way to you. Sitting up straight you watched as he walked to the couch across from you, he stood silently staring right at you before he sat down.

“Hello, doll” excitement in his eyes as he looked at you.

“Hello” you spoke softly as he licked his bottom lip. Rubbing his chin with his gloved hand he didn’t take his eyes off you. He could tell you were nervous, of course you were. The thought of being pregnant made you sick, you had no idea what Negans reaction would be…what any of this would mean for you.

“So…looks like ol’ Negan had a slip up huh?”Negan leaned forward, carefully studying your expression, his words spoken slowly. He waited to see your reaction but you didn’t say a word.

“You’re allowed to speak, doll.” What was there to say? You looked to the side fiddling with your hands as he took a deep breath.

“How are you feeling?” He asked trying to break the ice.

“Fine” you finally responded. He raised his brows, crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat.

“So no sickness so far? Hm. Youre hungry?”

Silently you shook your head. He didn’t say anything for a moment, the silence killing you as he stared at you.

“I gotta say, out of all my wives….I was excited to hear it was you” he grinned. His reaction some how calming you just a little.

“Now..I’m gonna need you to follow a few extra rules ” he stood up as you looked at him.

“You’re no longer sleeping in the room with the other women, I won’t have that. You can sleep here…with me starting tonight-“

“Here?” You blurt out catching yourself by surprise.

“Is there a problem?” He asked raising a brow.

“No-“ you quickly responded shaking your head.

“Good. You’ll also be allowed access to extra food and doctor visits.

Negan and you never really spoke, every encounter was always based on sex. So to say you didn’t really know each other was an understatement, all you did know was that he was feared. Hell, when you first arrived at the sanctuary you never planned to sleep with him, but being convinced by the other women you gave in and once you did, you didn’t regret it. There was many perks that came with being Negans wife and you enjoyed each of them. You were never treated wrong by him but you would see how he’d react when others upset him and it was terrifying.

“What about the other women?” You asked softly.

“What about them?”

“Will they know? Will anyone else know?”

Negan looked as if he thought about it for a moment before crouching down to your level.

“I think we should keep it between us, doll. A few of my men will know so they can help you with anything you might need if I��m not around.” He assured you.

You took a deep breath and looked down, Negan could tell you seemed worried. Tilting his head looking at you he wondered how you felt.

“You scared?” His question making you look up.

“A little” you admitted in a whisper. For the first time you saw a glimpse of concern in his eyes as he placed his hand on yours.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be well taken care of.” He unexpectedly pulled you in and kissed your forehead before leaving the room.

A few weeks had gone by and of course symptoms began to show. Nausea and cravings all at once, you didn’t know what to expect. Some days were worse than others and this is when you saw a side of Negan you never knew he had. One day just outside the doors you could hear him roaring at the top of his lungs, disciplining one of his men. You had no idea what had happened, but whatever it was, Negan was furious. You sat down on the couch as nausea crept up on you, Negan slamming things just outside the doors as you leaned on the coffee table in front of you until you heard the door open behind you. Quickly you sat up but didn’t turn back, attempting to hide the discomfort you felt you took a deep breath and placed your hand on your stomach. Thankfully the nausea beginning to subside. Negan walked in instantly stopping in his tracks at the sight of you on the couch. For just a moment he forgot that you were in there, pregnant hearing every thing that had just taken place. He walked towards you pressing his lips together.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that” he spoke surprising you by the change in his tone of voice. A sudden calmness compared to the monster he had just sounded like. Hesitantly you looked up at him, he looked disheveled and out of breath, whatever it was that angered him surely got to him. He almost had a look of embarrassment that you had heard any of that. He stepped closer and bent down as you looked down at your hands. Placing his hand over yours you looked up at him.

“I promise you wont hear anything like that again” he assured you. He could see the fear in your eyes.

“Ok” you whispered as he stood up and silently took off his jacket. It was strange seeing how protective Negan became of you, yet you still were afraid to trust him and he knew that.

“Did you eat?” He looked back at you as he took off his glove.

“No-“

“What do you mean no? Didn’t someone come and leave you food?” He almost charged to the door ready to walk out and look for whoever was responsible for not doing their job.

“Negan wait-“ you stood up quickly as he stopped and looked back at you.

“I was given food, I…I just haven’t felt good today” he slowly turned back to you rubbing the side of his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You weren’t here” he slowly walked towards you, you stood silent wondering what he would do or say.

“Then you have one of my men send for me, there is always someone outside this door. You let him know and someone will get me and-“ he snapped his fingers “-here I am. Understood?”

You nodded, he looked down at your stomach and turned back to his bed.

One symptom Negan couldn’t help but notice was how much more you wanted to have sex. You were too shy to initiate it being that Negan always came to you when he wanted sex but he could easily tell by the look in your eyes. The way you squirmed in bed moving your hips around the second he was beside you, he loved it. His favorite part was not having to pull out and you honestly loved it too.

As time went on Negan did just as he said he would. Each week you felt a new symptom until one day you felt movement. You stopped what you were doing and looked down at your stomach waiting to feel it again. Negan was behind you at his desk writing things down when you felt another movement and gasped making him look up.

“What is it?” He stood up quickly and walked over to you as you continued looking at your stomach weirdly.

“I think I felt the baby move…it just feels funny” he stood closer, you could tell he was curious.

“May I?” He raised a brow, you nodded and watched as he carefully placed his hand on your stomach. The two of you waiting patiently right before another sudden movement.

“Holy-“ Negan whispered making you laugh just as he felt another movement again.

“Shit” he looked down at where his hand was then back up at you.

“That doesn’t hurt you?”

“No” you shook your head in laughter. This moment the two of you shared seem to break down another barrier you held against him.

Slowly you felt more comfortable around Negan as time went on.

Before you knew it, your belly was no longer fitting in your top. Negan began letting you use his shirts and so you did. One evening he was about to enter the room and stood at the door way silently watching you look at your belly in the mirror. You stood on one angle and the next watching how much your belly had grown.

“My my my…” Negans voice made you jump turning to him, quickly pulling your shirt down.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart….” He spoke with such charm yet a part of you couldnt help feeling intimidated.

“That was a beautiful sight” He smiled as he walked in the room before you noticed there was blood on his hands. He walked past you as you silently looked him up and down before he turned to you and noticed the way you were staring at him.

“What?”

You didn’t respond and instead kept looking at the blood on his hands all over his knuckles. He followed your eyes and cursed at himself in a whisper.

“Listen, sweetheart, it’s not what you’re thinking” but he could see you didn’t believe him.

He sighed and looked down before making his way back to you, his hands behind his back.

“What’s on your mind, doll?”

“Nothing..” you shook your head as a sarcastic grin appeared on him.

“Ah Ah, don’t lie to me. You know I don’t like that. Tell me the truth, it’s just you and me here” he sounded sincere yet you were still afraid to tell him what you were thinking. No one ever told Negan their opinion.

“Everleigh…” he was serious, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I don’t think I should” you whispered.

“Everleigh…you’re going to be the mother of my child for fuck sake, tell me”

“I…I don’t like how you do things” you took a deep breath as he quietly listened.

“The violence…your punishments…is that suppose to continue with a baby around? What if we have a son, and he grows up seeing his father do what you do…would you want that for him?” He stood silent, he didn’t seem angry, he crossed his arms and gave you a nod.

“You’re right” shocked by his response you didn’t say a word.

“It will change…I promise you.” Never had you seen Negan ever give anyone a chance to speak let alone agree.

Spending a few days alone after Negan went to get a few supplies with his men, you overheard a couple of his men talking next door. You could hear them laughing together before leaving the house completely. It was your first time without someone outside your door as Negan had assigned them to do. Since staying with Negan you never had to get anything yourself, all you had to do was ask whoever was outside and quickly you received whatever you wanted. For some reason, no other man took their place today. Rubbing your stomach you could feel the hunger you had and wasn’t patient enough for another man to come to your door. Deciding to go out yourself and get food you didn’t think twice of it, you knew exactly where to go and would be right back.

It was strange walking out on your own, there was many people around, you could hear chatter from afar. You could feel eyes on you as you walked, some shocked to see your growing belly as you walked silently. You looked up and noticed the gates opening with trucks coming in, you figured Negan had returned. Blocking the sun with your hand trying to see the entrance clearer, you noticed the men were yelling as they entered. Something seemed wrong and before you knew it gun shots went off. People around you panicked as you turned to run back to the room accidentally getting knocked down on your hands.

Negan hiding behind his truck shot as many people as he could, thankfully there weren’t too many. Having been followed back by another group Negan was ready and well equipped with his crew to stop all of them. All of the men were dead as Negan stood on his side with the Saviors, silently staring straight ahead to make sure no other man appeared. Giving a signal to the men to close the gates he turned walking back when he noticed you on the floor hiding behind a table.

“Everleigh..” he whispered rushing towards you, you looked up with fear in your eyes.

“What the hell are you doing out here?!” He pulled you up his eyes looking all over you to make sure you were alright.

“I was just- I was trying to get something to eat. No one was there and-“ before you could finish his eyes changed.

“What do you mean no one was there?” Obvious anger in his tone.

“I..I don’t know where the guys went. They had just left…I was too hungry to wait” you explained as he looked behind him as the men sealed the entrance off. He didn’t say a word as he took you by your hand and bought you back to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him he charged towards the bed.

“Negan?”

He didn’t speak as he pulled a box out from under the bed, you silently moved closer as you noticed what he was taking out of the box. A steel iron that looked as if it had already gone through hell. You knew what he used that iron for, you had heard the stories about it.

“Negan what are you gonna do?”

He didn’t respond only making you anxious.

“Negan?” He grabbed the iron and headed for the door before you quickly blocked it.

“Move out of my way” he spoke in a deep whisper.

“No” you responded shocked with yourself.

“Everleigh god dammit!” He slammed his fist on the wall beside him making you jump.

“Put that thing away” you spoke softly still slightly hesitant to say what you truly felt.

“Oh honey, you think you’re gonna stop me?” He stepped closer to you staring straight down at you.

“I said…put it away” you spoke a little louder.

“Do you understand what could’ve happened right now, sweetheart?” He furrowed his brows, the anger in his eyes still very present.

“You could’ve been killed all because the fuckers who were suppose to be outside of your room at all times to get you whatever you needed weren’t there. There’s a reason I had them there, I never know what shit can happen here and I don’t want you in the middle, kind of like you just were right now” he raised his brows.

“So you’re gonna burn their faces off?”

“Would you rather me use my precious Lucille? Get out of my way.”

“No”

“Everleigh!” He roared loudly.

“I said put it away!” You suddenly screamed taking him by surprise. He was so surprised he stood silent.

“Put it away” you repeated in a calm but stern manner.

“You promised me this would change…how is this changing?”

“You could’ve been hurt-“

“But I wasn’t, Negan. Please…if you care about this baby at all you would stop” you could tell what you said got to him. He pressed his lips together and silently walked back putting the iron back in the box.

“Happy?”

“Thank you” you walked up to him unexpectedly planting a kiss on his cheek. He looked down at you amused placing his arm around your waist.

“This baby is giving you some balls” you both laughed before he leaned in and kissed you softly. He caressed your face gently, he was happy that you were speaking up more, Negan wanted you to be as comfortable as you could be and that included speaking your mind.

[sweatyrickgrimes]

[writella]

Pookie, more Negan x reader to celebrate 1k?🤭

for you? well ofc! ♡

cw: negan x fem!reader, smut, light somnophilia, fingering, rubbing, wc- under 1k.

His sleeping beauty rests one floor above the wives’ quarters.

Alone.

Yeah, yeah, call it special treatment, favoritism.

It is.

The time on his watch reads 10:55 am. It’s a Sunday.

He should have come to you earlier. Slipped in your bed while he was still in his nightwear. Pretend you two are a regular couple for just an hour at least, hold you close, have morning sex.

But he’s late and he hates it. This is the one day of the week where he can be late for everyone else, but of course one of his guys just had to have a fight with a couple of workers already throwing off the entire schedule for the day and he had to manage it.

It doesn’t matter now though, because as he opens the door he sees just as he suspects— you’re sleeping in.

His beautiful girl in his room he reserved just for you. So silent and serene and away from everyone else that he can kneel down on the floor near your bed and unabashedly admire you. Take comfort in your softness. Treat you in a way no one expects.

As he takes you in, he sees the lace and flowers of your nightgown peek through from an arm that is placed over your blanket, exposing your shoulder. Admiring the sight, he takes his hand and wisps the backs of his fingers to swipe bits of your ruffled hair out of your face. He tries as gently as he can but already he sees your eyes fluttering. You breathe in, eyes almost lifting to an open until you settle. You breathe out and dig your head into your pillow on one side.

Negan kisses your shoulder and then slides the hand farthest from your face inside your blanket. His fingers slip down the cotton of your gown until he finds your mound, then your lips, and pushes his fingers inward, starting to rub. He draws gentle circles, and instantly you’re rustling. Your lower body jerks, only once, involuntarily. One hand lightly goes to hold onto his wrist as you find it and your head turns to his direction. With hazy sleep in your squinted eyes and a sweet scratchy voice you let out a croaked whisper, “Negan?”

“Yes, baby,” he answers in a deep, dark alto voice; like flowing chocolate; he still had his morning voice.

Negan’s fingers slide down your leg and under your gown, sliding back up to the now exposed skin to him and he slots his fingers between your lips again. He loves how you never wear panties at night. You make it so easy for him.

He feels a slight slick around your hole and works at your clit again to make you wetter. Your pussy lightly pushes up into him and your eyes stay closed. He takes his hand closest to your face and rests it on your breast and you take both of your hands to hold that one. You squeeze his hand just as your squeeze around nothing down below— his fingerings bringing heat to your body everywhere.

“N- mm- uh- Negan,” you moan out. It’s small, a little whiny, and choked out, but your eyes and nose are scrunched up. You’re still sleepy.

He keeps rubbing circles as your keep trying to push yourself up and down, left or right onto his finger tips and then he slides down, your wetness growing just as he wanted it to, and he slides a finger in. He works it in and out— not too slow, nor too fast.

He takes his hand from in between yours and places his forearm over your pillow so he can get closer to you, kissing your lips and swallowing your whines as he continues to pump with the over hand down below.

“Feels good, baby?” He asks, looking over your swollen morning features and your head that slightly shakes from side to side at the feeling on him working on you.

“Oh, yes!” You answer, light and breathy, in a princess voice. “Mmmm,” you sigh, “would feel even better if you did this,” to which you demonstrate with your hands going under your blanket and back onto his wrist. You take his palm and place it on your puffed clit and rub down and inward as he continues to pump you as best as he can with his fingers. “Oh, yes,” you nod, “mhm”loving the feeling of pressure from top to end, “like that Negan.”

He smiles, fast and lust filled as he rests his head on the bed, continuing to watch your expressions of sleepy awe and pleasure as you both work on getting you to your high.

God, you looked so heavenly with your mouth wide open like that, always ready for those pretty little moans to roll out on that slick tongue. He started imagining his cock choked up in there. It made his semi-hard on stir into a full. “Fuck,” he draws out.

He starts kissing the corner of your mouth, and a cheek, and neck, whispering with that dark chocolate rasp in your ear how, “You’re being such a good girl, baby. Getting so wet for me this fast. I think you’re ready, huh?” To which you whine and nod in response, your back already arching as you try to push his palm into you deeper and deeper. “Mmhm. I know you are. Such a pretty little slut for me. I’m about to make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

[the-dixon-effect]

Lover, you should've come over

A/N: i had this idea a while ago just never got around to writing it. it's v fluffy, a little angsty and just the right amount of trauma, and the title from jeff buckley ofc. hope you enjoy lovelies :')

era: season 6, pre-Negan Alexandria

prompt: "Ya don't ever have to say sorry. Not to me."

summary: Y/N is feeling particularly affected by her past trauma sometime during the group's transition to the suburban atmosphere of Alexandria.

words: 1.5k

pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

warnings: self-harm, anxiety, suggestive

9pm The garage; dark, gloomy, the perfect hiding spot.

The rest of the group was having dinner, courteously cooked by Carol, in the dining area of your shared house. Rick was right, it was going to take some considerable time before everyone properly adjusted to the strange atmosphere of the unaffected suburban paradise that was Alexandria. It seemed, however, that despite the incredible amount of time your people, your family, had spent surviving outside these walls, everybody was fitting in just fine.

The houses were strange, untouched, and the people even stranger. It was like this tiny pocket of the new world was a time capsule, a preserved artefact of an ancient time, all but forgotten to most. It felt like if you were to get too close, immerse yourself too much, the time would come when this place would come crashing down, and bring you down with it. Not only did this place feel like a fever dream about the old world, it also brought back certain memories from the past that you'd tried so desperately to leave behind.

So here you were, an empty seat at the dining room table. You pressed your back against the wall and hugged your legs to your chest. You wondered if they would even notice you weren't there.

Almost-silent sniffles were the only sounds that filled the dim room. The last of the daylight filtered through the tiny gap between the garage door and the ground. You rolled up the sleeves of your flannel shirt to reveal a checkerboard of familiar scratches and cuts, only half visible due to the distinct lack of light in the room. Your head rolled backwards, almost on its own, and hit the wall with a thud. Your eyes swelled with tears just as quick as the memories had come flooding back.

Maybe it wasn't this place. Or the people. Maybe it was just you. No point running now, you thought. You can escape from everything and everyone you love, but you'll never escape yourself, a part of you tried to tell yourself. No matter how far you run, your past, your scars, they will always remain.

9:30pm Despite Y/N's assumption that her absence at dinner would go unnoticed, she was wrong. A certain archer's eyes searched for yours but failed to meet them across the table. "Where's Y/N?" he asked, filling the silence. When all he received was a fleeting glance around the room from members of the group, he swiftly returned to his former position of silence.

"She's probably over at Aaron and Eric's. I heard they were having a couple people over for dinner tonight," said Michonne, a little dismissively.

Daryl shared your feelings about this strange community, and he too understood your lack of trust. Even before adjusting to the end of the world, he certainly would have felt uneasy in a place like this. People like him, like you, they're not supposed to be living in a place like this, pretending to forget about the world outside the walls. Paradise is no place for us, he thought.

Once dinner was finished and the chatter had died down, Daryl slipped off in an effort to find you, and he couldn't help but worry.

9:45pm After searching the whole damn neighbourhood and finding no one who knew where you were, he started to assume the worst. What if she left, ran away somehow? What if she went on a run and got hurt? No, no, he couldn't lose you, not when the both of you had just got here.

Suddenly he remembered the conversation he had with you last night, out on the porch. The stars were out, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, you could look up and admire them in somewhat safety. And they were beautiful. And the two of you sat and talked and talked and just watched those stars. He loved to just listen to you, in truth, he wanted to hear all your stories. Even the bad ones, the regretful ones, perhaps he just needed to hear your voice. He thought back to something you'd said, and his mind suddenly went overdrive with worry. A particular memory you'd recalled, and said that you'd never told anybody this before, alluding to an especially bad habit you'd broken. Could that be... self-harm? He was pretty sure he'd seen those marks on your arm, or he saw something, at least, that wasn't caused by walkers.

He started to go over every single place in his mind where you might be hiding, doing more harm to yourself than good by not speaking up. Your bedroom, the attic, the basement, the yard, the garage. The one place the rest of the group wouldn't think to look for you, if they even came looking at all, you thought. Except for Daryl, who had been working in there on his bike all day.

You could even sense it now, the oil, the tools, and the summer heat, even in the nighttime. As you thought of him, the whole place started to feel like him. You weren't even sure if you liked it or not, the familiar fondness you'd developed for him, but despite your loveable manner, you were so determined to be alone. To not appear as some anxious little presence going about the place.

The door swung open and the first thing you noticed was the light that streamed in, illuminating your tear-stained face.

"Y/N! Y/N, are ya' in here?" You buried your face in your hands as you approached the archer, weakly.

"Hey, hey, what's goin' on?" he drawled. Daryl placed his torch down and stepped a little closer to you, not in a threatening, fearsome way, but in an intimate way, a way that felt like you could be safe with him.

"Can- Do you think you could shut the door?" you said, sniffling a little as you spoke. He followed your request and returned to where he stood before, deep blue eyes locked on your pitiful face.

10pm It felt like there was nothing to be said, no way to express your feelings in a way that somebody could understand. It would be just perfect if, in this moment, he was able to read your mind somehow. Hesitantly, you rolled up your sleeves as you had done before and looked straight up at him with those wide eyes. It was a sight to behold, that was for sure, and if he could put aside every ounce of sorrow he felt just looking at the scars, he was grateful to be the one who you came to.

"This place, it's like- it's like a well," you were struggling to speak. The tears were flowing now, and you felt embarrassed to have this much emotion on display. "Couple days after we got here, I just started to remember, you know. The stuff you don't wanna remember. Just feel trapped, you know," your voice seemed to trail away as your closed your eyes. Nothing to be done now, you supposed.

When you looked up at Daryl again, you were suddenly overcome by a rush of guilt. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Daryl..."

He pulled you into a tight hug at once and whispered into your soft hair that he held so gently. "No, no darlin'..." he spoke. "Ya' don't ever have to say sorry. Not to me." Perhaps if you were thinking straight you would've tried a little harder to appreciate the moment. His distinct scent, the notes of sweet cigarettes, pinewood and thunderstorms. Instead, you cried into his shoulder as his other hand rubbed gentle lines up and down your back.

You pulled away from the embrace, keeping your arms draped around his neck. He was captured by those pretty eyes of yours, though glassed over completely, and held the silent eye contact. He lifted his right hand and softly held your arm, tracing your goosebumps with his calloused fingertips. And you just stared up at him, looking for the reassurance in his eyes that you knew you would always find.

Sensing your pain, Daryl brought your forearm to his lips and pressed sweet kisses on those same self-inflicted scars. You gazed up at him and mustered the best smile you could, as a sign to continue. You slipped off your flannel shirt revealing the little white t-shirt that you wore underneath. Moving further up the length of your arm, he planted soft kisses on your shoulder, and then your neck. The intimacy brought more overstimulated tears to your straining eyes. The only thing you knew how to do in this moment was simply grip him tighter. "Never let me go," you whispered.

Perhaps you didn't need to be alone after all.

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