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HOME ALONE

Summary: Y/N is home alone for the weekend while her parents are away. While being home alone during the holidays, her friendly neighbor Negan decided to drop by even if it is uninvited.

Warnings: not fully edited, smut, cursing, oral sex (fem receiving), age gap (the reader is in her 20s, and Negan is in her 40s), Negan being a total perv!, breaking into houses!, Stalker vibes!,reader unaware of sexual actions!, tremendous sexual tension, references to the movie Home Alone, and small daddy k!nk.

A KINKMAS STORY

Each year was the same.

Y/N would come home from the holidays, and her parents would take their annual trip the weekend before Christmas. She would be alone in the house to house-sit, which was honestly something she looked forward to.

Her mother was far from a Scrooge when it came to Christmas.

The house was decked out from top to bottom in Christmas decorations and looked more like Santa's workshop. Her mother and father would pull everything out during Thanksgiving dinner and decorate while watching their annual Christmas movies the following night.

Y/N knew the routine like a storybook.

It was Friday evening, and the sun was already down. It was so early, but it felt so late with the time change. Y/N's parents just left hours ago for the beach for the weekend. Since she moved off to college, her parents always asked if she would house-sit for them, and she happily agreed.

Y/N's parents lived in a high community, bigger houses all lined up in a row together. Some are separated by fences, and some are close to their neighbors. Her father and mother had prestigious jobs high up in the community. YN's parent's house sat next to the end leading into the community, across from one of her favorite neighbors, Negan Smith.

Ever since moving into the community in her teens and attending her last two high school years, she felt utterly obsessed with him. What she loved most was that the main window in her room lined up directly to his bedroom window. It was like a match made in heaven. Negan was a friendly neighbor; he was quiet but helped her father with a lot of work around the house when needed. He would be invited to the barbecues and parties often, getting to know her parents quite well. This gave Y/N the chance to get more flirty with her hot neighbor when turning eighteen. She eventually went to college, visiting during her breaks and some weekends.

She loved getting home and seeing Negan outside mowing the yard, maybe even sitting on his porch. How she would catch his smirk at her, greeting her back home. Negan couldn't help but find the younger woman attractive, getting into her twenties and becoming a fine young woman. She'd always been very mature for her age, keeping a steady conversation with him, not showing how nervous she really was. Y/N let the crush keep growing; even though she never acted on it, she did believe Negan felt the same way about her.

Y/N was never sure, but when she was home during her breaks, she felt eyes on her during times in her room. Her window was quite large, with longer blinds resting to the side most of the time. She knew she kept them open for a reason; she wanted him to stare. She would walked in her pj shorts, and Y/N sometimes would even be in a towel. Her hair would be drenched, sitting beside her vanity brushing her hair… Negan hated how he would peak over. He got smart, even buying new blinds to watch her; he felt so sick. Negan knew it was wrong to watch this younger woman for years. He would feel like it was a show just for him when she would come home.

Sometimes, he would wake up during the nights she was home, peaking over and seeing part of her bed and how her figure showed in her darker room.

Negan felt like such a creep.

This Friday evening, however, she was home alone. She was alone in that big house, and Negan felt a dark thought creep into his head. He knew he could happily sneak in and take full advantage of what she'd been showing off for years across the street. She had to want him as much as he wanted her, right? Negan knew she must have known the blinds were open, especially when she was naked.

Y/N had just got dinner ready after her parents left a few hours ago; she made her a nice healthy dinner for one. She knew she wanted to crack open a wine bottle, curl up beside the Christmas tree, and watch a movie, perhaps. She was in her comfortable matching set, letting her shirt slide over her shoulder. Y/N had everything cleaned up, and one of her favorite Christmas movies was waiting on the TV.

Home Alone

Before she could get the movie started, she heard the doorbell. Which made Y/N jump, knowing it had to be Negan or one of her many other neighbors. She swung open the front door, revealing the attractive older male. A smirk plastered on his face, sending chills down her spine. She shot her warm smile, resting and seeing someone she felt comfortable with. "Hey, sweetheart, just wanted to check on ya." His southern accent dragged out, eyeing her closely. Y/N couldn't help but snicker. “I am a big girl, Negan." She smiled, "I can take care of myself." Y/N eyed his features the way he leaned against the doorway of her more extended porch. His smile was still thick, his teeth grazing his bottom lip, letting his eyes wander. "Don't need anything? A young woman like yourself does not need to be home alone." Negan wanted to suggest that he could stay, even if it was for a couple hours. He wanted them to be with her. Y/N let the temptation boil in her stomach, biting her lip at the thought of what could happen if he stayed.

"We have pretty tight security around here. My daddy makes sure this house is safe." Y/N innocently flashed a smile at Negan, who seemed a little speechless from her choice of words. His face was reddened more, clearing his throat. "If you need anything, doll, I am just a knock next door." He winked at her, leaving her by herself once more.

Negan knew her game, a little cat-and-mouse game. That was always fun.

Y/N got herself settled after the short time with Negan, she felt like she scared him away by her comment. Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut and invited him in. Would he even joined her?

Y/N curled up on her sofa in the main room of the house, the tv hung over the lit fireplace. Home Alone echoed through the house, she sipped her wine she had made. Y/N felt cozy and settled letting herself be into the movie not caring about her surroundings. The movie was comforting to her reminding her of her childhood, it was a cute Christmas movie.

Y/N heard a slight bump breaking her trance that was lost in the movie. Her hands tight around the blanket, observing around her. The house was old, the wind would make the house creek. She’d been there plenty of times alone, she was not going it to affect her now. The younger woman cozied back up, pulling the blanket close keeping her focus back on the movie. Something though felt different, felt like eyes were on her. It made the hairs on her neck stand, she couldn’t exactly figure out why.

Y/N knew she was home alone.

Y/N tried to ignore that feeling stirring in her stomach, that strange feeling that someone was watching her. She kept herself the whole time watching the movie not moving an inch away from the couch. Her head would even turn at times though checking her surroundings for anything that may have been causing that feeling. Maybe her anxiety finally getting the best of her.

Y/N let the movies credits play with the Christmas music echoing her ears, cleaning up the living area getting ready for bed. Her eyes moved to the window across from her, she could see Negan’s house across from her with most of the lights on. Christmas lights wrapped around his bushes brightening his house more. For a single man’s house it looked quite cheerful.

Most of his curtains shut off the lights reflecting on the outside, but she could have swore she saw shiloutee movie from the curtains. Maybe it was her imagination. Y/N knew her mind played games with her. Y/N cleaned up her dishes in the sink, loading the dishwasher getting herself ready for bed. Y/N’s room was located all the way up the flight of stairs towards the end of the hallway, still decorated how she left before college.

Still decorated in that ugly purple and pink colors she used to love her junior year of high school. Y/N remembered that was her last time re doing her room begging her mom for everything in those colors. Mostly her room was covered in old school posters, old pictures with friends and family, and girly shit she used to love. Y/N laid out her new night clothes she wanted to sleep in, not even bothering shutting the curtain. Her eyes would shift at times over just to see if she could catch a glimpse of him. His bedroom window was open, his curtains moved to the side. Pitch blackness covered his room. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes away staring into the empty room, by now he would be up stairs she would see him at times getting ready before shutting his curtain off. Her eyes brows furrowed moving away to her bathroom for a quick shower.

Being quick and out of the shower, she let her wet locks fall in her face holding the dry hair by a bun resting on top of her head. Y/N wrapped a thicker towel around her, rushing to her bedroom where she left the warm heater on. She dried herslef off letting the towel be removed from her. Y/N saw in her periful vision Negan’s bedroom light flick on. Holding he longer night gown, she covered her top peering over. No one showed up in the now lit room, nor even shut the window she knew was letting the cold breeze in. Y/N felt beyond confused watching the light flick back off, it was like his house haunted teasing her from across the street. Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes annoyingly, she should not want this man to watch her. It was a creepy thing to do and if another man did it that was not him she may have called cops already if she was already this suspicious.

Y/N had herself curled up in bed in no time, her thick blankets tucked around her. The Christmas lights of houses reflecting some into her room, giving a slight comfort. The house quiet, the heater creating nosies when clicking off and on during the night.

It was nearing about 4AM.

It had been hours.

Hours of waiting and watching.

Negan felt such like a creep, he just kept repeating it to himself. Negan jumped the gate leading to her back porch, the night was chilly. His adrenaline was up slowly picking the locks of her back door. Should he be doing this?

Negan knew that this would be the only way he had guts to make a move, no matter how awful it looked.

The locks were tricky, both top and bottom locks were secured, hearing the clicks of the door was stasfying to his ears. He breathed out in a side of relief, walking in quietly. The house was dark, only the Christmas tree lit the living area. Stockings were hung by the fireplace that was recently used. Negan closed to door quietly, locking the locks back.

He observed the surroundings trying to be quiet not to wake her and startle her. Negan crept up the stairs slowly making his way to her bedroom where she was fast asleep. Her hand draped over the pillow beside her, her room filled with her own Christmas tree that was lit. Negan tried to stay in the darker parts of her room, his nerves finally catching up to him. Guilt slowly entered his head, this was a really sick.

Like really fucked up.

Negan finally built up the courage to pull the covers slightly up, enough for him to quickly go underneath. A few movements came from Y/N, that made Negan freeze in place. Being underneath the covers she slept in a long sleeve shirt, that was extremely oversized. Her legs were bare, Negan couldn’t help let his finger tips graze the bottom of her ankles up slowly.

Y/N twitched a little in her sleep. Negan kept his movements soft and slow. Letting him lay beside her underneath the covers letting his fingers rise more. She looked peaceful laying there, a few deeper breaths came from her. Negan reached underneath the sweatshirt feeling her underwear. Rubbing gently around her covered clit, caused a few stirs from Y/N.

Negan could feel his nerves racing, his thoughts were foggy. Negan’s fingers slipped her underwear down her leg, she hummed out a little. Negan knew now there was no going back, he wanted to get caught. He wanted her to know what he was doing to her, how good he was making her feel. His hands bawled up the loose underwear of her now, the lace rubbing against his fingers.

Negan growled at her damp pussy. Her legs closed together, Y/N’s eyes twitched, her whole body adjusting. Negan’s fingers found his way down her naked clit, brushing his fingers against it. Negan could feel her hands pull the sheets between her fingers, a few whimpers falling from her lips.

His guilt became more consumed with pleasure and desire. Negan wanted her, he had to make her his girl.

Y/N’s body now closer to Negan, feeling her legs brush against his. Her body started to stir, Negan tessed her clit more.

Negan didn’t want to scare her, he knew she was waking up. “It’s just me doll.” His voice rang out, wheather she could hear him or not. Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, feeling hands around her. Her body tingled, she ached down there. Y/N moaned out hearing a voice, she knew she felt she must be dreaming.

“Y’know how much I think about you.” A familiar voice rang through her ears. Her eyes opened to a dim lit room, letting her eye adjust. Y/N saw Negan right in her bed, realizing his hands touching her. She gasped out as his hands covered over mouth.

Negan’s hand cupped her, she bit back a moan underneath his hand. Y/N eyes met his, they were darker than those times she saw him before. “All home alone, didn’t have no traps set up for in intruders?” He chuckled, his voice even seemed darker. Y/N couldn’t help but feel turned on, she wondered her how her into her home.

She knew she always locked up.

She shouldn’t find this hot.

“You could have invited me in for the movie,” Negan’s lip curled, “Made this a whole date.” Y/N whimpered out not knowing what to say or do. “How-How did you get in?” She finally got out, her head tried to wrap around what was going on. Negan chuckled once more. “Just picking the lock and a little determination honey.” Y/N moaned out, Negan growled and in the blink of an eye, had his lips on hers. Negan moved his hand to her throat, he gave it a gentle squeeze, sending a chill down the woman’s spine. His lips roughly press his lips to hers.

Negan’s kiss was hungry; his mouth devouring hers lips, tongue — Y/N’s hands clutching his shoulders as lips moved to her neck. Moving his hands to pull her longer shirt up, he let it drop to the side before lowering his body over hers. Pressing his lips to her neck, he used both hands to cup Y/N’s bare breasts to his face, and feeling his warm tongue graze both of her nipples. Y/N could feel herself get close from his fingers, playing her pussy.

Negan pulled the sheets off her more seeing her bare naked body, Y/N could feel herself slef get a little insecure. The rush from Negan’s fingers fogging out the memory. “Look at my beautiful girl,” He grunted in awe, feeling like he could read her mind. Negan groaning at the sight of her completely spread before him, pink and smooth and glistening with Y/N’s slick arousal. She’d been wet from the moment Negan played with her pussy. Negan leaned forward to lay a sloppy kiss over her wet heat and all those thoughts of shame faded away.

“Fuck—" Y/N cursed, tossing her head back as his mouth found her clit with ease, his tongue darting forward to caress the tiny bundle of nerves as he used his lips to suck it further into his mouth. Instinctively, Y/N’s back arched and her hips lifted off the mattress to be closer to his mouth as he feasted on her. Negan slid his hands beneath her to grip her ass. His eyes traveled up to her face. He’d waited far too long to see Y/N at his mercy, and he wasn’t going to miss a goddamn second of it.

“After all those years staring from the window across the street, I finally get a taste.” Negan groaned out licking a strip up her pussy. Y/N knew he had been staring at her, that feeling of being watched. Invading her privacy but she wanted that attention.

“And now you’re mine, daddy’s girl.”

[zombiewhor3]

WE HAVE SHIT TO DO

rick grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: smut, penetrative sex, male/fem orgasms, weapon usage, mentions/usage of liquor, Negan, mentions of character deaths, mentions of upset/un-comfy reader, mentions of murder, season 7 era tbh,

a/n: just watched the episode of where Carl died and where Rick read his letter and i am a sobbing mess, i cried so hard throughout the entire episode an honestly in the comics it says he has a happy ending so lets pretend that Carl never died and had a happy ending and that he just ran away because it's breaking my heart!

: sorry for the long wait, i've been trying to catch up stuff on my wattpad and i have a few drafts that i have saved so i'll be trying to post those throughout the week!

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the runs had been hard, and food rations had started to become smaller and smaller by the day, and with children and people of Alexandria they needed to find something.

But it was hard with Negan breathing down their backs, constantly making random appearances to claim 'his deliveries' that they were supposed to somehow fulfill for him and the Saviours.

she had one of her hands intertwined with his while his cock was hitting her g-spot making her mouth form a sudden 'O' shape while their lips connected in a frustrating lust for one another.

she let out a soft cry into his mouth feeling as she was so close from her big O that she was bucking her hips up for one of his thumbs to rub circles on her clit to send her over the edge for him.

without a hesitation he used his thumb to spin on her clit hearing as she let out a loud set of delicate moans from her mouth, and it made him pull his lips away from hers just so he could hear how beautiful she sounded aloud while he fucked her.

"s-so close!" she whimpered feeling as her walls clenched to try and bring his throbbing cock even deeper into her tight soaked walls, one of their hands were holding onto the others so they could keep their bond of love even closer during the moment.

"shh shh, come on let it go"

he cooed to her feeling as she let out a loud whimper while her juices spurt out onto his cock that was irresponsibly not covered by a condom, however it felt to good for him to stop and by the time he knew it he was shooting his load inside her

"fuck" he practically gasped feeling the warmth of their juices creating a slight warmth over his cock, she let out a whine as he hadn't pulled out of her yet because he wanted to take in the moment

a loud knock at the door seemed to disturb her as she jumped sending a slight accidental pleasure to his cock that was still buried full length in her cunt.

"you done fucking in there Rick? because we have shit to do!" Negan called out while tapping his bat against the door so harshly Rick thought that he was going to somehow break through it.

he pulled out of her watching as she covered over her mouth to hide a loud gasp that she knew was surely to spill from her mouth, "one minute Negan please" Rick asked only hearing the knocking start to get louder and louder surely he was trying to scare him.

Rick had wiped himself and slipped on his lower half of clothes before Negan flew open the door smiling once he saw y/n covering herself with the tangled bed sheets around her.

Rick ran a hand through his hair while he pulled out a fresh white t-shirt from his dresser slipping it on while he holstered his knife and looked at the man standing in front of him.

"Rosita come here for me please"

Negan called out watching as the women slipped down the long and quite narrow hall leading to the bedroom, she stood behind him as she kept her gaze down on the floor.

"you and Rick are going to go on a scavenge trip and i don't care how long you're out there for, either you find something cool or useful for me or option one you don't come back at all and in that case i'll bash someones head in or option two i smash all of these sorry fucks heads in" Negan smiled rubbing his hand over Lucille.

"now get the hell out" he ordered watching as Rick skimmed past him as he followed Rosita back down the long hall and once Negan heard the front door shut with a slam a smile appeared on his face.

this time it was wider and cockier almost like he thought the girl trying to cover her nude body from him was a joke, his smile was implicating that he thought this was all so damn funny.

"can i please get some privacy Negan?" she asked calmly as her nails started to practically burn holes into the fabric from the strength of her grip that she had on it.

Negan rested the bat against the inner wall of the bedroom next to the snow white painted door frame, he used a hand to rub over the stubble on his face, he sighed and flipped his back around.

his hands rested clasped in front of him as he fiddled his thumbs and whistled impatiently, she slipped into the bathroom to wipe her self clean before she slipped back into the bedroom to put on a fresh set of clothes.

"you can stop whistling now" she bit at him while she adjusted the collar of her flannel that covered the blank tank underneath, she flipped over the cuffs on the sleeves and folded her arms.

"wow god you two really go at it" Negan remarked at her watching as her posture awkwardly changed in front of him, because her shoulders seemed to scrunch up at the uncomfortable remark.

"is that stuff never seems to go right around here? is you two's fucking getting in the way of my deliveries that you and your people should be making?" a hand rested on her lower neck as he made his way up to her chin watching and feeling as she swallowed harshly.

"you seem un-comfy baby" he spoke rubbing the side of her cheek, "i think you should leave" she spoke calmly but also with a slight fire in her voice wishing that he would just see himself out.

Judith let out a loud cry just a few doors down making Negan smile once more as he picked up Lucille and made his way along the hall making sure to scrape the floors up with him.

"don't please" y/n spoke pushing past him so that she could stand in the door frame the loud sound of her crying ringing through her ears like loud feedback echoing off of a microphone.

"oh please i'm not gonna hurt her what am i a monster?" he bit back bitterly skimming past her, he placed his bat down next to the recliner in her room while he lifted her up from her crib.

he sat back in the recliner while rocking her gently with his knee while he stroked the back of her head, y/n didn't understand how a man so cruel and so monsterous could have a heart like this.

how he could act so sweet after threatening to bash everyone's brains in if Rick hadn't followed his orders as directed.

y/n was surely biting her fingernails raw looking at the two, she seemed to have a liking to him, but it wasn't like she knew how much of a monster he was, after all she was only past a year old she truly didn't know anything about the real world yet.

it was making her sick seeing him hold her, seeing as he was able to get her to stop crying, she looked down the hall to see Carl standing there cocking his head while he looked at the quite visible nervousness y/n was emitting into the air around them.

she shook her head at Carl to go back with Enid who had her head peaking out into the kitchen to watch what Carl was doing from the hall even though she couldn't get a good enough view.

y/n gestured for him to return back to the room he had just appeared from but instead he walked his way down the hall his hand slipping out the silver knife from his holster.

y/n tried to put her hand out to push into his chest but once she saw the fire in his eyes she let him go, she let him slip into the bedroom to see the man that killed her friends holding his little sister.

it was causing an ache in him, it was making him so god damn furious that he was clenching the blade by his side,

"would you look at that it's the serial killer in the making isn't this a nice surprise for me" Negan teased looking down at the knife clenched with a fist down by the boys side.

y/n grabbed his wrist to take the knife from him and shockingly he let her, he let it slip out from his hand without even an ounce of a fight,

she slipped it back into his holster while turning his body away and sending him back down the hallway to where Enid was now waiting for her boyfriend with an explanation.

"he's a feisty one for sure, quite bold if you ask me"

Negan spoke to y/n while sitting up from the chair and resting the now sleepy Judith back in her crib, she pulled a blanket over her and handed the stuffed rabbit that rested next to her in her crib before he grabbed his bat and showed himself out of her room.

y/n shut the door behind her once she checked the baby camera to make sure that it was still on and hadn't run out of battery power again, she followed Negan into the living room thankful that the two kids had left the house to venture somewhere else.

"you have any bourbon or whiskey? i could really use a drink"

Negan asked plopping down on the couch and resting his feet a top of the coffee table un-apologetically while his eyes flicked over to look at the obviously unamused y/n.

"not much i think in the last of our rations we have maybe half a bottle i'm not sure last time i checked your men took it all"

y/n spoke sharply while opening the cupboards until she found the bottle of whiskey, she grabbed a clean empty glass and poured him some before she set the glass and the bottle on the table.

he moved his feet out of her way before he took his first embrace of the liquor in his glass, "perfect" he sighed happily as he downed his first glass of the brown liquid, "what is this exactly?" Negan asked watching as she had taken a seat on the opposite end of the couch away from him before she answered his question.

"Deanna's old husband had a old liquor cabinet so i'm guessing something vintage or some shit we found it in Spencer's room but i suppose whiskey is simply whiskey"

y/n reflected back at him while crossing her legs, she stared out the window where the curtains had been pulled back to let in just the right amount of sunshine necessary to light up the room so it wouldn't be as gloomy and dark for them.

"not when it's cheap but times are tough so anything will do these days but i have to admit this don't taste cheap sweet heart"

Negan admitted as he poured himself another round, after he downed it he licked his lips clean and looked at her.

"you've had your drink can you leave me be now" y/n spoke bitterly towards him as she got up from the couch,

"not until your boy toy and that chick gets back with my shit, is that what you call him boy toy or fuck toy?" he blabbed back before giving up on the glass and instead just pressing the glass bottle of liquor against his lips taking a swig of the burning liquid down his throat feeling the aftermath of the sting start to kick in from the liquor.

"i call him Rick that's all" she answered his question sounding uninterested in the games he was trying to play with her

she was tired of looking at his face and that smug ass smile laced on it, tired of looking at the leather jacket he wore that once had her friends blood splattered on it and she was sure as hell tired of looking at the damn bat that now sat between his legs.

because it was the same bat he used to bash in her friends heads the same bat that she had taunted her and the rest of her group with, the same bat that had smeared blood on her face because she refused to look at it that night when he ordered her.

she gulped looking down at it, Negan chuckled as he could catch her glance at the piece of wood, "is Lucille bothering you because i can promise you she isn't quite thirsty right now but if they come back with nothing she's gonna be damn thirsty for more of your friends"

"please just leave me alone Negan, please that's all i ask of you, you can have that entire bottle of whiskey if it'll get you to stop running your mouth to me hell i'll find you all the damn bottles that you want if it'll keep you away from me"

she spoke trying to hide the fire she could feel her body emitting, she could feel the anger every time she looked at him and it was starting to grow so much she wasn't sure she would be able to hold back from simply killing him but she knew that would be a foolish idea.

that killing him would reek a havoc on the people of Alexandria.

she slipped into her and Rick's bedroom sinking into the bed as she could hear the sound of his men outside, and well she could see partially some of them through the shadow of their figures through the light cream colored curtains covering the window.

she picked up the comic book that rested on the night stand next to the bed, her and Carl had a thing for comic books often swapping whenever they finished one, she ran her fingers over the cover before she set it back down onto the wooden night stand with a sigh.

she prayed that Rick would be back soon, and she prayed that if he did come back he'd bring something Negan wanted or else she knew that surely there was gonna be a blood bath in Alexandria.

-

it had been a week since Rick came home, and that meant she had spent a week living with a cruel man, it was hard keeping Carl out of the house away from his sister but she knew it would prevent him from pulling anything stupid when his father was away.

they had come back with two large bottles of rum, a pallet that had been slightly filled with cans of sweet corn and an old jack knife that Negan had let Rick keep himself as a so labeled "trophy" for being such a good scavenger for him.

Once Negan was satisfied with the resources Rick had brought to him he gathered his men and left, but not without making sure to take a look at the women who was soaking into her bed from the ability of not being able to look him in the face anymore.

Rick could tell that she had lost her mind spending the past seven days with him, that she was truly going crazy with the taunting and the comments and well the fact she felt so guilty for just simply trying to protect Carl from doing something stupid.

Rick pulled her into him so he could rub her hands and plant kisses onto the back of her neck and her shoulder blades feeling her shudder and slightly tremble at the needed contact.

"is he gone? i can't stand to look at him anymore"

she admitted feeling as he intertwined one of his hands with hers rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb,

"he's gone for now at least i'll make sure to take you out for scavenging next week to see if we can bring anything back for us"

Rick peppered kisses on her back trying to settle her as he knew that the true real life fact was that Negan could come back any day or any time he pleased and he could tell that it was starting to severely upset her, he knew that she hated him for what he did and in all truth Rick couldn't stop thinking about killing the man himself.

He knew that no matter what he did or no matter if he killed or defeated Negan nothing would ever be the same he had already tried that and it cost him two of his men, two of his innocent men.

"i want to kill him Rick i have to kill him i need to" she spoke with a sudden change of tone starting to lace and bite back at her.

she squeezed his hand, "but i can't put anyone else in danger, because i can't lose anyone else and i already know he has Carl on his list and i won't do that to you"

he shushed her softly again to calm her down from the amped-up ramble that she had been starting to spew out again

"and we won't lose him if we follow the plan we have, just a few more days and we can follow out the plan and see how it goes for us but i just know we have to try and fight our way out of this"

Rick was almost all jittered up from the thought of taking Negan down, the thought of taking him down so no one else they loved or cared about could ever be hurt again from him.

"then we'll find a way to kill him together without getting us killed and we'll find a way to take down his men with him"

[liv4mj]

☆ Hate to Love Her - Negan's Daughter

Part one ! [ enemies to lovers - Maggie Green]

Maggie Green x Savior!reader [VERY slow burn]

“You have been pissy all day. What the hell is wrong with you?” You normally never give your dad attitude, mostly just the saviors, but today he was getting on your last nerve. Something was obviously wrong, and he isn’t telling you jack - shit. Seems like five minutes have passed, and he still hasn’t said anything, and honestly, you're losing what's left of your mind. “Damnit dad please! Just tell me what's going on.” You mess with the silver rings you stole from some biker you came across and drop your head. You hear him let out a defeated sigh before grabbing your shoulder, “Damnit kid, fine, follow me. We got some deep shit on our hands.” You smile and hug him tight. “Thank you, dad, thank you.” You pull away quickly and look him in the eyes “Stop calling me kid though, i’m twenty-one” He laughs and ruffles your hair “Yeah, but you'll always be my little princess” “Dad seriously!” The happy, fun tone faded every step you got closer to his room. You're never really anxious. You can’t be in an apocalypse, but right now, your skin is crawling. You step into the room, and he immediately sits you down on the couch and pulls a wheelie office chair from his desk, and sits in front of you.

“So….” He utters out, a heavy deep tone in his voice. “ Some punks have.. Taken out about four of our outposts.” Your heart drops to your stomach, and the look of pure horror on your face shows it. “No.. That can’t be true, Our outposts are heavily guarded, How did this happen!?” He sighs deeply and leans forward, “They attacked most of them at night, I’m assuming they have been sending out large groups at a time.” You throw your body back onto the couch and slap your hands over your face and run them through your hair. “Well christ.” You pick yourself back up and move yourself into a more focused position, “We need to find these sons - of bitches and shut their asses down!” You rub your face in pure rage “ I mean, they can’t keep getting away with this shit! The saviors in the outpost were supposed to feel safe and now what? Over five hundred hell, even six hundred are dead!” You stand up and grab your chainsaw that you may or may not have forced the saviors to modify for you so it's not loud as shit. That damn chainsaw is your everything, in your eyes your dad has his bat ‘Luciel’ so that means you can have your chain saw.

“Slow down, you bloodthirsty demon, I already have a plan developed, so sit back and wait. We’ll take care of it together. But right now, I need you to sit down and let me finish speaking and put that thing down. It's in my room for a reason. You grab it when you need it.” You roll your head back and groan “whateverrrrrrrrrrr” Slouchy hanging your chainsaw back up and plopping down all grumpy like a little toddler. “So,” you adjust your leather jacket slightly “What's your super awesome plan that doesn't involve my super awesome chainsaw.” “Well I’m just thrilled you asked.” . . .

Dear Diary,

We FINALLY found the cunt’s who killed my people, this isn't the ending. This is only the beginning of their karma, be ready bitches.

Dearest Diary,

Sorry for the delay, but these past few weeks have been PERFECT. Everything is in place. We have them right where we want them. You fucked with the wrong bitches “Rick” Hope you don’t like your little friends too much, we’re gonna put your ass DOWN. xoxo < 3 .

“You ready, princess?” “Ready as I'll ever be daddy. ” “Alright step out there and show them just who they are fuckin’ with. I’ll be out as soon as you call for me.”

Finally, the moment you’ve been waiting for. The moment you get payback on the sons of bitches that killed your people. You knew they couldn’t escape your cold merciless hands, it was all a matter of time. Time was moving in slow motion, opening the door to the trailer, seeing all those fucking murders down on their kness, its like a sick twisted fantasy. Walking down the few steps, chainsaw in hand, the most shit-eating grin sneaking onto your face seeing their pathetic faces drop. The silence is strong and loud, “pissin’ our pants yet? ‘Cuz I'm telling you now I have a feeling you're gonna be doing a lot more than that.” dragging your chainsaw on the ground as you walk closer and closer. “Now, Who the fuck is the Rick,” You pause and raise your hand up “Actually no, I wanna guess.” Despite your commands Simon still pointed “He’s this one.” Your breath hitched as you shot him the coldest glare, “Bitch are you deaf, I said let me guess!?”

You throw your head back “Nobody fucking listens.” stepping to Rick, kneeling down to his level. “So you’re Rick huh?” His face stays in the same position. The sigh you let out could be heard from a mile away, “Listen ‘Rick’, you can either make this as easy as possible and speak when you’re fucking spoken to, or we can just get to the fun part and y’know not give you a deal hm?” You get up slowly and look around “Well, since your lovely ‘leader’ isn’t muttering a damn word, who wants to speak huh? Sadly there is no time to discuss, so that means I’ll just pick ‘Kay? ‘Kay.” Making your way down the line up, enjoying every scared look shot your way just a tad too much , eventually stopping in front of a boy with a gnarly ass eye - patch. “Cute kid, such a shame y’know maybe if you pricks didn’t kill my fucking people i could set you up with a real cute girl. They’d eat this eye - patch shit up” Patting his shoulder just a ‘lil too hard to be noted as friendly stopping right in front of the cutest girl you’ve come across since the breakout. “Hmm, what a shame the cute girls are stone cold killers. What's your name, gorgeous?” Her words mash together due to her trembling state “Maggie. My name is Maggie.” “Well isn’t that pretty?” you lean down closer to her face pulling out a pocket knife, about to bring it up to the tip of her chin before the buzzkill of the century decides to intervene. A lanky looking asian boy throwing himself out of the line - up screaming “No! No!! Don’t hurt her!”

The blade immediately retracts, fury building on your face, “You see that?! That is what were not going to fucking do. You are here because you cunt’s can't control yourselves. So sit your asses down and learn some patience before I get my dad to ‘beat some sense into you’.” Jumping up slightly at your mention of Negan “speaking of my dad, I think you meet the man behind your madness hm?” Skipping down to the trailer knocking hard on the door “Daddy! It’s your turn” The energy completely changed watching the door to the trailer open, ever so slowly. The sound of the buckles and leather clashing together as Negan steps out.

“Meet my dad, Negan.”

☆ - Part two coming soon ! !

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Negan’s Protege (Negan x Child!OC)

(This is just a little idea I came up with. Cassie is my OC and I have multiple one shots with her. If you like this and want to see more just let me know.)

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“Please don’t I have a kid!” The man begged. 

“Why should I care if you’ve reproduced?” Cassie asked picking up her bat. Negan laughed as he walked over to the man. 

“You really should’ve thought about that before you did what you did,” Negan told him.

“Please, no,” the man continued to beg.

“Did you stop when she begged?” Cassie asked, “When she said no?” 

“I’m sorry!” The man yelled. 

“It’s too late for that.” Negan spoke, looking over the crowd of people in front of him, “Tell them what he did.” 

“He hurt my mom, raped her,” Cassie responded. 

“And that does not fly here.” Negan raised his voice so everyone could hear, “Show them what happens if they do that.” 

Cassie raised the bat over her head before bringing down on the man’s head. She swung again and again until there was nothing but blood and brains where his head used to be. 

“That is what happens!” Negan yelled, looking over to the young girl standing next to him before lowering his voice, “You did good sweetheart.” Cassie looked up at him with a proud smile.

“You did your mom justice,” Negan said, leading Cassie to her new room. 

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SHE CALLS ME DADDY

Summary: Y/N is just a woman working as waitress at a night club and is a full time student in college. Trying to better her life from her past she never thought she find a man to treat her like she deserved.

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, rich! negan smith, daddy kink!, mentions of drinking, daddy issues!, oral sex (f receiving), major sugar daddy vibes!, girlyreader!, praise kink!, cursing!, rough sex!, gift giving!, mentions of divorce, mentions of trauma!, dom! Negan, choking!, pet names!, dirty talk!, sub reader!, fluff!, major family issues!, jealous tendencies!, obsessive negan!,age gap!, cursing, and not fully edited.

A/N: been obsessed writing old rich vibes and sugar daddy vibes! This was just something quick I wrote up, I hope you enjoy! ❤️

SEVEN MONTHS AGO..

Y/N strutted up to the bar, her tray held high above her head. "Two martinis with two tequila shots!" she shouted over the beat of the music. As she set down the tray, she smoothed out her tight black skirt and adjusted her matching top, which hugged her curves in all the right places. Working at this upscale nightclub had perks, and Y/N always looked her best. She had landed the job a year ago, shortly after moving in with her roommate Emma. The night was young, and anything could happen.

As Emma and Y/N worked their shift together, Emma asked a question in a low tone, "They tipping you well tonight, babe?" Emma was the main bartender for the night. They both had been fortunate enough to land the same job, and were even luckier to occasionally get the same shifts. Sharing the same classes and work schedules had helped them a lot, especially when they had to work night shifts. Emma started making the drinks while Y/N smiled and shrugged, glancing over her shoulder. The colored lights in the bar illuminated Y/N's reddened face, which Emma couldn't help but notice. Y/N's eyes followed something, and Emma tried to see what who it was, but Y/N swatted her hand away, and they both shared a hearty laugh.

“Who do you have your eyes on girl?” Emma was interested raising an eyebrow, laying the drinks down on the empty tray. “Just this guy, no big deal.” Y/N shrugged it off, grabbing the tray, “He is older and on a date already.” Emma scoffed rolling her eyes playfully, she snorted a little starting to make more drinks to serve. Y/N held the tray high pursing her lips, leaning on alitle for only Emma to hear. “Seems rich, saw his watch. Probably a sugar daddy.” Y/N joked walking away with the tray serving the table across from the man she couldn't stop looking over at.

He was in a booth, the lady beside him was talking which seemed she had been doing that a lot . The older male kept his eyes around the bar mainly, once making eye contact with Y/N sending her a wink. Y/N’s face was reddened with embarrassment, clearing her throat laying down the two shot glasses quickly receiving a tip. Y/N breathed fighting a smile on her face going up to his booth to clear the empty glasses they've had. “Is there anything else I got can you guys?” Y/N asked a smile, she had the empty glasses on her tray.

Y/N felt uneasy as the woman sitting across from her gave her a scrutinizing look. On the other hand, the man beside the woman seemed to be intrigued by Y/N's presence and his face lit up upon seeing her. "I think we're good, sweetheart," Negan said, his eyes wandering over her. "We'll just take the check." The woman sitting beside him scoffed and let out a small hiccup.

“I'd like another drink, I'll head to the bar myself.”

Negan’s scratched the top of his nose straining a smile. Y/N couldn't help but notice the insincerity in the woman's expression as she stumbled towards the bar. Feeling a surge of annoyance, she decided to go to the bar herself once Negan did not offer another glass.. As she walked past the woman, she held her gaze for a moment before shrugging it off and forcing a smile, trying to suppress her anger.

“I'll go grab check, sir.” Y/N maintained a sweet and polite tone. She assured him that she would retrieve his check and raised her voice slightly to ensure he could hear her over the music. She made her way towards the printing station, keeping in mind the woman who had been eyeing her. Y/N had noticed that the older man had also been ogling her, which made her feel a bit disconcerted. She quickly retrieved the glasses from behind the bar before proceeding to print the customer's check. However, before she could do so, she felt a jolt from behind. When she turned around, she saw the older man smirking at her with a sly expression on his face. Y/N rolled her eyes, fully aware of his intentions.

“What? You tryin’ to ask for my number while on a date?” Y/N questioned, she crossed her arms keeping a smile resting on her face. “Was just our first date, doll.” The man admitted, “Don’t worry I’ll be a gentleman and take her home.” He didn’t admit he was not wanting to ask for her number. Y/N just laughed trying to walk away as he then stood in front of her to stop her.

Y/N laughed stopping in her tracks looking up at him. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ve been seeing you for weeks here.” Y/N couldn’t believe he had kept his eyes on her so long. Her lips piercing burst of confidence, the man was very attractive. She knew he was older, he seemed to have money by the way he dressed and class. He had tattoos that peaked out on his arms and chest. He had a few gray hair on his beard and through the curls in his hair but it made him look even better.

The two of them had wandered off to a secluded area, away from the hustle of the club. Y/N stood there, crossing her arms, lost in thought. She wondered if this was a good idea, and if she should proceed. Suddenly, she asked, "Do I even get to know your name first?" The older male flashed a smile, causing her heart to skip a beat. But it was a smirk, one that sent shivers down her spine. It was a smirk that seemed almost sinful as if he had a dark secret hidden beneath the surface.

“That names is Negan.” He licked his lips, Y/N nodded being close to the register and starting to ring up his check. Negan watched her, starting from her bare legs to her exposed chest. She was a beautiful woman, a smile that made his night. She seemed just like his type, he wanted to more know about her from the first time her saw her. She quickly ripped his recipet writing something on it quickly giving it to Negan.

As Negan glanced down at the receipt, his eyes lit up when he saw her number scribbled at the bottom. A wide grin stretched across his face as he looked up at the young woman with a playful smirk. He smoothly pulled out his wallet and took out a two crisp hundred-dollar bill, placing it gently in her hand. "Keep the change, doll," he said, his voice low and smooth. The woman felt her face flush at his flirtatious wink, her heart racing in her chest as a mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through her.

“Get your date home.” Y/N still gave him a warm smile, “Thanks for the tip.” Sending a wink his way.

Y/N knew she shouldn't do this but why the hell not?

PRESENT TIME…

That was seven months ago. Seven months ago when she met Negan Smith.

Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He had a certain charm that was hard to resist. After that unforgettable night, it took her a couple of days to muster the courage to text him. To her pleasant surprise, he responded promptly, expressing his interest in taking her out on a date. He suggested a nice restaurant, and upon their arrival, he opened the door for her, being a true gentleman. His chivalry did not go unnoticed, and Y/N felt grateful to be in his company.

After going out on a few dates, it was clear that Negan and Y/N had chemistry. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was then that Negan made an enticing proposition to Y/N - he wanted her to be his, and he promised to treat her like a queen. He vowed to give her everything she could ever want or need, and Y/N found herself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Growing up, she had never received that kind of attention or affection from a male figure, and perhaps that's why Negan's offer was so appealing to her.

Now, Y/N was working lesser shifts at the club spending her weekends with Negan at his place. Just as much as Negan was a gentleman he fought to keep his hands off her before discussing details. She was different than most women to him. He wanted her more than anything.After his messy divorce, he took a break on dating for while. It took him a couple years but when meeting Y/N it made him want to try again.

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself as she wrapped a beautiful necklace around her slender neck. The black dress she was wearing hugged her curves in all the right places, making her look stunning. She had been staying over at Negan's place for the weekend, and as she turned around, she saw him leaning against the wall behind her, holding something behind his back.

Negan's eyes sparkled as he looked at her, and he couldn't resist complimenting her. "Well, don't you look sexy," he said, his hands instantly on her hips.

Behind his back, he revealed a bouquet of flowers, and Y/N's face lit up with joy. She couldn't help but gush and squeal, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I know it's not a big anniversary, but I thought I'd still give you something special, sweetheart," Negan said as Y/N received the flowers.

"You spoil me way too much," the younger woman playfully scolded him, feeling his hands resting on her hips, squeezing the ends of her dress.

“That's my job, doll.” The older man gave her multiple kisses on the neck that tickled her a bit. She giggled, trying to keep the flowers squished, playfully pushing him back. “Quit it!!” Y/N whined with a laugh, “You are gonna mess the flowers up.” Negan chuckled at her reaction, and he shook his head, still finding her cute. “How bout I put them in a vase, yea?” Negan suggested taking them from her.

Y/N trailed behind Negan as he descended down to the kitchen. As she entered the room, he got her a vase, filling it with water. Negan wore a suit, but he had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his toned arms. Despite herself, Y/N couldn't help but find his arms alluring.

“You just eatin’ me up, ain't ya?” Negan looked up, wiping his hands off from the kitchen sink. Y/N realized how long she'd been staring, looking down quickly, getting another chuckle from Negan. “I should say the same thing about you.” Y/N knew he could have her around him instantly. He sprawled out on the kitchen counter, taking his cock deep.

Y/N and Negans sex life got better and better each time she felt like it. After their first couple of dates, they fucked for the first time in his vacation home after he took her for a trip. Then, after that, it could be anywhere from the back seat of his car to the bathroom of the restraunts he took her. He had her wrapped around his finger, shed been on her knees instantly for him. It

“What's on that pretty lil’ mind of yours?” Negan could read her energy, learning about her each day. Y/N blushed, dhe was Already shifting from the sinful thoughts of him. He legs squeezing together feeling a pressure in her pussy that he made her feel many times before. “When's the reservation?” Y/N was quiet when she asked, her heels clicked walking closer to him. Being right in front of him, he'd hands trailed up his button shirt getting a smirk from him.

“Oh trust me, doll. We got time for this.”

His lips pressed against hers as his hand caressed her neck. Y/N moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss by parting your lips and letting him in. The feeling of his tongue against her made her insides tingle as he kisses her harder.

Chills spread through down her body and down her legs; she gripped the top of his jacket. Y/N pulled him closer to her. His hand drops to her bare thigh, rubbing the goosebumps that crept on her skin. He chuckles darkly, sliding his hand upwards on her leg and stopping at the edge of her tighter dress. He picked her up quickly, placing her on the counter behind them.

“Makin’ them thoughts come true, sweetheart?” Negan groaned into her ear, leaving kisses down her neck. Y/N only whimpered, feeling his hand go to her throat, tightening around it slightly. “Use your words, baby girl.” His words had her melting to the floor; it was so hard to answer him.

“Yes..” Y/N stuttered out, feeling the heat already coming from her face. Negan chucked at her, on how helpless she was. “Yes, what?” Negans fingers brushed her lip; she kept her eyes looking up at him.

“Yes, daddy.”

"Spread for me, sweetheart." The sound of his deep voice radiates to her core as she gives in immediately, spreading her legs open slightly allowing him access. His hand cupped her pussy as he groaned softly in her ear, feeling how wet her underwear was. Her dress rode up, allowing him to see most of her body on display. He began throwing his shirt away, still hanging his pants snug around his waist with a belt.

"Negan, please touch me," Y/N pleaded, placing her hand on his and urging it to her center. “You are such a slut" He laughed seductively, pulling her underwear down slowly. "But you're my little slut, right?" The younger woman couldn't help but whimper at his filthy words, throwing her head back and feeling his finger run through her wet folds.

“Yes, daddy.” Y/N cried out, and she was a hot mess. She knew it, too. Y/N needed him so bad she could feel it in her stomach. It was a craving that would not go away even after having it so many times, “I'm yours, Daddy.”

“Damn right, you are.” Negan then got down on his knees in front of her. Before Y/N could stop him, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and then pulled her closer to the edge of the counter until his mouth was hovering right above her exposed, dripping cunt. She bit her lower lip as she looked down at him, bucking her hips a little as she tried to get him closer. He chuckled at how desperate her movements were.

“Please.” Y/N felt like the craving was hurting, like a pain building up from their tension and not saying any words. Negan had his tongue flick inside of her over and over. Then gliding his tongue up on her wet slit until reaching her clit and sucking gently. Y/N’s legs instinctively wrap around his head, pulling him closer by his hair as her head falls back with pleasure.

Her dress was now slipping off her shoulders; she was a moaning mess, her fingers running through her hair and his. "Feel good, baby? You like that?" He says after coming up for air; watching her expression, she cries from the loss of contact with his tongue. She could feel her orgasm build inside her stomach, butterflies filling up in her chest. Y/N could barely describe the feeling; pulling on his curls, she moaned loudly.

"Negan, I'm gonna..” Y/N screamed out, feeling overwhelmed; tears filled the corners of her eyes. Her back lifts off the counter, squirming around coming around his mouth as his tongue makes contact with her clit. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he praised her, climbing to meet her eyes. She was out of breath, keeping her eyes on him.

His lips sent to hers again, tasting her juices around his lips. “As he leaned in closer to her, Negan whispered, "I'll give you everything, my love. The world is yours for the taking. The stars, the moon, and every little thing in between. You are mine, and no one else can have you. I'll protect you with everything I have." Negan's infatuation with the younger woman had grown into an obsession, and he would do whatever it took to keep her by his side. Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around him, his hands moving to his belt to undo his pants.

“Right now, I want you to go fuck me.”

“You're wish is my command, darlin’.”

"You sure you're ready for me, baby?" He playfully asked, smirking at Y/N. Pulling out his bare cock, giving it a jerk or two, teasing it at her entrance. “You know I always am, Daddy.” His hands cupped her neck, pushing into her slowly. Y/N moaned out, feeling herself stretch out. He groans as he slips inside of her, and the way she is practically begging for him drives him crazy. Negan loved it when she begged how submissive she could be.

"So fucking tight, holy shit," Negan muttered into her ear, his head dropping down to bite and suck on her neck. "Oh, baby, fuck." Y/N had her legs wrapped around Negan, feeling his thrust pick up. His hand tightened on her throat; Y/N was a moaning mess, having Negan moaning into her ear.

“You're always more than just sex, know that.” Negan had his hand around her where his nails dug into her cheeks, “You're mine.” Y/N whimpered out, her mouth hanging open as she couldn't stop letting moans out. Y/N and Negan did have a sort of sugar daddy deal going on for awhile, and maybe, in a way, they still did.

She knew feelings had developed though between the two.

His movements get harsher gradually, getting her closer and closer every second. "I'm so close, Negan," She admitted, her nails drug down his back she knew leave marks. "Taking me so fucking well, darling," Negan praised, reaching one hand down to lazily play with her clit. Which had her coming as he began. He takes her lips in a sensual kiss as she climaxed trying to muffle her moanscontinuing to fuck her through her orgasm. His entire body weight fell intoher giving into his own orgasm.

Gradually, his movements slowed down, and then pulls out as Y/N let out a tiring giggle. "Holy shit," she giggled, the whole situation setting in. Negan helped her up taking her hand, pulling her into another long kiss.

As they broke their kiss, he helped her straighten out her dress and whispered, "That was amazing, sweetheart." Y/N smiled and took his hands into hers, feeling a loose strap on her shoulder as she did so. She pulled it up and adjusted her dress, taking a moment to appreciate the sensation of his touch. He looked at her with a soft gaze and said, "I know we had plans, but could we just stay in for the night?" Y/N couldn't help but feel a warm, content feeling spread through her as she nodded in agreement.

“I was thinkin’ same thing.” Y/N smiled, “Could go for another round.”

[zombiewhor3]

HER BOOK

fem reader x negan smith

WARNINGS: implications of character death, marriage, the whispers, flash backs to the saviours.

she walked down the concrete stairs and into the cell where he was sitting, he was reading a book.

his fingers flipping to the next page when he was done with his current, but the sound of shuffling was what caught his attention.

To which he folded the page he rested at and closed the book, gently placing it in his lap he looked up to see her pulling a chair to his bars.

the chair was just a foot away from where he was left locked up, she stood in front of the bars slipping a bottle of water and some food to him.

she sat down and watched as he started to eat some of the food that was on his tray,

he took a bite of the apple first before starting his main course of steamed vegetables.

She sat back in the chair and said nothing, instead she watched him eat, she watched as he opened the bottle and began to drink.

most people would find this a boring task, having to watch a prisoner eat while taking his ever so sweet time, but she didn't mind.

down here it was silent, she couldn't hear the growling of zombies or the sound of people explaining fighting tactics against the walkers that had started to whisper in the woods

but yet again down here was like a pit, a pit with nothing but her and a criminal, a criminal that still remained her husband.

"you enjoying yourself?" He asked as he wiped his hands clean with a rag, with her disassociation she must've missed the fact he finished his meal and slid out the tray to her.

She picked up the tray and set it by the side of her chair, she hadn't said anything but remained quiet, which was somewhat unusual.

"talk" he spoke and could see as she flicked her eyes up to look at him, he was laying on his bed.

His feet crossed over one another while his head was propped up from his hands underneath it.

"we have a new issue, a new threat to handle"

she replied and could see him raise his brows a little, curious as to what or who it could be they were fighting with now.

"the walkers, they started talking, whispering"

even when she said it aloud it sounded so surreal, walkers couldn't talk, let alone they couldn't kill people apart of their group.

"I'm sorry you want me to believe those bags of flesh and shit are talking?" He chuckled at her words almost like it was to hard to believe.

and in all honesty it was, even when she heard the whispers coming from the woods herself she then had to actually believe it.

"they killed one of Hilltop's leaders, we all saw it with our own eyes" her knee started to bounce, and she tried not to replay his death in her head.

"walkers don't kill, they're fucking made of dead flesh and soupy god damn brains" Negan sat upright on the bed as he snapped back at her.

"they're wearing masks of the dead, it's another group that we're facing" she admitted and could see as the confusion faded away from his face.

He wiped over the lower half of his face, the palm of his hand running over his beard.

"Winter is gaining on us, we barely have supplies for us neither to start a war" she had flipped open her journal with every new threat or important incident she wrote in it.

she had detailed pictures with diagrams and labels, she had writings of text giving the best information that she could.

she had flipped to the page of Alpha, the drawing of a woman and the army of skins that had stood behind her.

She held her book open to show him the page, after seeing the picture she had drawn out he let out a soft sigh and looked towards his window.

"What else you keep in that book?" He asked and could see the furrow of her eyebrows as she had quickly shut the book and tucked it away.

"nothing that concerns you"

she muttered back defensively and could see his eyes widen a little, like they always did when he could tell someone was lying to him.

"tell me what's in the book and maybe I can help you with the talking dead" his deal was shitty, how was he going to help while being stuck in a jail cell in some apocalyptic basement.

But she had slid the book to him, after all he had been out more in this world than her, he had more experience with these types of threats.

so maybe some of his charming Negan wisdom could help her come up with something.

he started at the beginning, where she had been describing the dead when the first apocalypse started, but after a few pages he got bored.

He faked a yawn and skipped about to the middle of the book, his face sunk a little when he saw the descriptions of his army.

The picture of Dwight's face and the iron that was used to burn it, his baseball bat that he used to kill Glenn, and the Gutting of Spencer.

Of course there was more that he did, more that he skimmed over because he didn't want to read all the cruel things he had done in the past.

but the drawing he stopped at was the one of him lying in a hospital bed, his throat had been slashed and yet Rick decided to save him.

he was silent as he read, he must've read that page over and over because he had been stuck on it for a good 20 minutes.

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Eventually y/n had just fallen asleep, she had fallen asleep in the wooden chair she had sat in front of his cell bars.

now he wasn't reading, the book was sitting on his bed next to him, his knee tapped up and down a little while his foot padded on the floor.

making small enough noises that she couldn't hear, just so he didn't wake her up,

but the sound of the journal sliding across the floor now had waken her, she looked down at her feet and back up to him.

"I'm sorry" he admitted as he watched her slip the book back away into her bag, "about what?"

"that book, the pictures of me" she could see that there was still more to his apology like he was trying to piece together the right words for her.

"you know after we got married I never thought this would happen" she chuckled softly and could see his eyes look into hers.

"I never expected to be in an apocalyptic war, and I never thought you'd be locked up here"

she spoke with a soft smile on her face.

He fiddled with the ring that he still had on, hers rested on a dog chain that she kept on her night stand right by her bed side.

She rarely wore it, but the day he had almost been killed she couldn't let it go, she had it around her neck and at her clasp.

Just until he had woken up and been placed in this hell hold of a cell, after that she placed it back away waiting for the right time.

Maybe his funeral? Or maybe whenever she had forgiven him for what he had done, but she figured his death was much closer than him being forgiven for his crimes.

"I've had time to sit with it all" he remarked and folded his arms as he sat back on the bed, his back leaning against the concrete wall.

"if you want to stop these people you need to be smart, if they don't want a deal then talk about gathering resources for a war"

his advice seemed to strike her a little, her heart seemed to want to skip a beat at the kindness he was giving but she knew she couldn't.

She couldn't let herself be so naive, so eager just to have her feelings shut down and used against her like the war had.

"I'll be back at sunrise with a new book"

He hadn't said anything else to her but instead he watched her place the chair back into the corner and make her way out of his cell.

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