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[justsomegdude]

Prisoner!Negan x Gn!Reader

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

Warning: Negan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[justsomegdude]

Prisoner!Negan x Gn!Reader

Prompt: “This can’t get any worse, can it?” // “Sure it can, just give me a minute.”

A/N: I am IN LOVE with prisoner Negan, I try to keep my best to keep gender out of my posts, in case there is males(like myself), or another gender identity wanting to read. Maybe when i get used to writing i’ll make actual one shots (maybe multi chapters) but until then i’m sticking to prompt quotes. Enjoy, send feedback, and ideas you might want me to write!

(stay tuned for the next few days because i may or may be trying to write a one shot!)

You were the one responsible for checking in, and giving food, to Negan. You got it by being one of the calmest in stressful situations. Ever since you’ve known Negan, he’s always been a thorn on a rose stem. Annoying you any chance he can get. Although never knowing exactly why he loves doing it so much.

“Hey Negan, Got your food.” You say as you enter the room where his cell was. Bringing the food you always served, a sandwich. Although he never seems pleased with what food you give him.

“What’s in the menu today?” He didn’t look towards you, just laying in his cot with his stare at the ceiling. Sometime you feel like you should pity this man, but then you remember what he’s done and that thought quickly went away.

“Like usual, a sandwich.” You spoke, holding out the sandwich, but it seems he has no interest in taking it. It upset you when he got like this, like he was trying to starve himself to death. Rick gave you this position to make sure he stays alive, but if he doesn’t eat you failed Rick.

“One of the kids here would love that more than I would, sweetheart.” His grin back, as he sat up on his cot. Still, he isn’t fully getting up to take it. You can’t force him to eat it, but you have to try.

“Negan, just take the sandwich.” You glare at him, hoping your, now, position of power over him will make him listen. Still no sign he’s getting up.

“This can’t get any worse, can it?” He sighed, his gaze went from you to the floor. Again you wanted to pity him, but you just can’t.

“Sure it can, just give me a minute.” The corners of your mouth tugging into a smirk, as you grab your pocket knife. No, you weren’t actually going to do anything, but maybe it will give him a reason to eat.

“God, Darlin’.. Don’t be such a turn on.” It almost sounded like he groaned out the pet name. He finally stood up with that atrocious remark. Smirking the entire way when he grabbed the sandwich from you and returned back to his cot. “Might make me want to live.”

Your eyes closed partly, squinting at him. “You think you’d want to live.. because ‘i’m a turn on’?” You let out a short huff and put your pocket knife away. “You know how stupid that sounds?”

His eyes glanced back up to you, speaking in between slow bites of his food. “Not as stupid as my thoughts, Darlin’. Especially when you’re in them.” He bit his lip, looking you up and down. You almost felt exposed, even when you didn’t specifically do anything.

“Negan, watch your mouth.” You spoke with clear irritation, you almost have a feeling of endearment, if it weren’t for who you were talking to. “and your eyes.”

He let out a chuckle, leaning back in his cot. “My eyes wonder. What can I say, they’re attracted by beauty.” He either found you attractive, and was attempting at flirting, or he was just trying to annoy you.

“I wish I wasn’t messing around when I pulled my knife out.” Your hand found their way to your pockets.

[justsomegdude]

Leader!Negan x Alexandria!Reader

Prompt: “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

You were standing in your kitchen, while the saviors were looting Alexandria. This wasn’t their first visit. You were zoned out, deep in thought about what supplies you would lose, and how it will affect your community. You hadn’t even heard Negan enter until he was standing right in front of you, waving his hand in front of your face, gathering your attention.

It startled you, you slightly jumped as you looked up at him. His smirk present as he looked back at you. It already annoyed you that he smirked, while slowly breaking your community. You don’t like him, you never had. Not since your first interaction with him. Your mood ruined just by his presence.

“What made you so deep in thought, sweetheart?” His voice having the tone he always had. It irked you, being called something so peaceful by someone who is definitely not peaceful.

“How fun it would be to see you and your men crumble.” You spat out. Your gaze turning more into a glare. Although Negan doesn’t seem phased, since his smirk was still glued on his face.

“You gotta stop doing that.” Negan spoke, his tongue darting out to lick over his bottom lip. He almost looked pleased with himself.

“What?” You were confused, you didn’t know if he was secretly angry, or if he was messing around. Your eyebrows stitched together; with bewilderment expressed through your features.

“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.” Now you were sure he was pleased with himself. He was messing around, and you weren’t sure how to react. His stare now lowered at your lips, he leaned against your island counter.

You were so ready to just smack him right then, right there. “Not interested.” You sneered back. Putting your hands into your pockets, your eyes remanded on his own.

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it, Darling.” He let an amused breath escape his lips. He clearly enjoyed this, probably not the first time he’s ‘hit’ on someone in Alexandria, most likely not the last.

This irritated you, his goal was mostly likely to get under your skin. Make you think about him at times you wouldn’t want to.

“I don’t think I want to try it, and do not call me darling.”

A/N: Still new to writing, I spent awhile and would enjoy feedback (maybe ideas for more posts?) but i hope you enjoyed!