#season 7 negan

[virginsexgod69]

❝ Video Star — ✩❞

pairing (Season 7) Negan Smith x f!Reader

cw smut, unprotected p in v, slight humiliation, pussy slapping, bow jobs, name calling/ pet names, sex tapes, porn photography?

summary You and Negan have some fun with a digital camera you found on a run.

note ahh this is my first time writing for negan, so i hope it's okay... jdm is just tooo fine. i have wild thoughts whenever he's on screen 🫦

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"Smile!" you said before snapping the photo, taking Dwight off guard. The picture was blurry and unfocused and due to the flash, he was squinting and not even looking at the camera.

"The hell?" he questioned looking at you crazy. "It's a camera, duh. Found it on a run," you explained. He walked off in an annoyed huff leaving you wondering what crawled up his ass and died. You continued walking about the sanctuary taking pictures of unsuspecting people.

"Laura! Say cheese," you prompted the blonde woman as she approached you. She rolled her eyes and held her hand up to the camera, affectively ruining the picture.

"Negan wants to see you," she said. You turned off the camera and looped the strap around your wrist before heading toward his room. What is was he wanted, you had no clue. Your relationship with the man in charge was an odd one. Toeing the line between wife and solider, you had no clue where you stood. Sometimes he sent you on runs, other times he spoiled you with little treats so you wouldn't have to spend any of your points. Once, when he called you in to have a glass of 30 year old scotch with him, the two of you ended up fucking in a drunken haze which lead to regular hookups. You knocked on the door once you arrived and waited patiently for him to let you in, wondering what he wanted and hoping it was to hook up.

He opened the door, revealing him leaning against the door frame in his white t-shirt with Lucille in hand. You stood there nervously, not knowing what to say or what mood to expect from him.

"You just gonna stand there lookin' stupid or you gonna come in?" He asked. He had such a way with words. You stepped into the large room and let him lead you to the couch by the small of your back. You sat in the chair facing the couch he took a seat in.

"Got a little somethin' for ya," he said with a wolfish grin on his face. You relaxed a little as he seemed fairly happy.

"What is it?" you asked, excitement lacing your voice. He reached behind his back and tossed a ball of white fabric at you. You held it up and revealed it was a sheer, lace babydoll dress. Heat flooded your cheeks as you realized that he expected you to put it on.

"Um...could you look away while I change," you asked shyly.

"I've seen you naked, been inside you, but you don't want me to see you change?" he mocked.

"Neeegaan," you whined. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, but covered his eyes with his hand nonetheless. You made quick work of stripping off your clothes, including you underwear, and put on the sheer number. It was a bit small. It struggled to contain your breasts and stopped at your mid-upper thigh, but to Negan, it added to your sex appeal.

"Goddamn, baby. You look fuckin' hot!" He said as he admired you. It was so sheer it barely left anything to the imagination and the lacy parts made you look angelic.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you teased with newfound confidence brought on by Negan's words. Then you remembered your digital camera. "Here." You tossed the camera to him. He caught it and smirked when he realized what it was. A lustful look washed over his eyes as he turned the device on.

"On your knees," he ordered using his leader voice. You quickly and eagerly obeyed him, which only made his dick harden in his pants. He walked over to you and grabbed you jaw in a large hand, tilting it up to look at him before snapping a picture.

"Just look at you. My pretty little doll." And that's exactly what you felt like. His pretty little doll. His to dress and pose and fuck however he wants. It made you wet, giving him full control over you like this.

"Take those panties off." Your body was hot with lust and shame as you slid the moistening garment off your body.

"Get on all fours." You did so and he manually readjusted you to how he wanted. Your ass in the air and back arched with your chin rested on your arms crossed beneath you. The skirt of the dress slid up your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. Negan snapped a few pictures of your face before moving behind you. You squeaked in shock when you felt his finger slide up and down your slit.

"Damn. So wet and I barely touched you." The humiliation of him taking pictures of your bare pussy only made you wetter. You got on your knees again and turned to face Negan.

"Let's make a sex tape," you suggested as you fiddled with his belt. His signature grin blossomed on his face and he looked down at you with lust filled, hazel eyes.

"Fuck yeah!" He started recording once you got his belt off and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang up, hitting his abdomen and revealing veins you could only see when he was erect. You took him in your hands, licking the precum off his sensitive tip before taking it in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it while slowly stroking the rest with your hands.

"Quit your goddamn teasing and suck my dick," he impatiently demanded. You looked up into the camera with mischief laden eyes as you took the rest of him into your warm mouth, earning a guttural moan from the man. Your pussy fluttered at the sound. Eager to hear it again, you stopped teasing and picked up the pace. But it must not have been enough since Negan grabbed into your hair and began fucking your face at his own rapid pace, ignoring the way you gagged around his large member and the tears streaming down your pretty face.

"That's it. Takin' me so good doll." Your cunt throbbed at the praise. He was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched inside your mouth. He groaned as he emptied his white hot load down your throat.

"You did so good baby," he praised as he wiped the tears off your face with his thumb. He helped you up off the floor before pushing you onto his bed.

"Show me that pretty little cunt of yours." He spread open your legs and zoomed the camera in on your soaked pussy. Your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, as well. He delivered a rough slap to your pussy, forcing a moan out of you.

"You like it when I hit you, huh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he did it again.

"Please Negan! Need you so bad," you begged from beneath him. He ignored your pleas and directed the camera to your breasts, which were barely contained by the babydoll. He pulled them out with little effort. He gave you the camera to hold while he focused his attention to them.

"Such pretty tits," he complimented before nipping your nipple. You squealed in shock and pleasure. He had never done that before, but you liked it. With a flattened tongue, he licked the nipple he bit, soothing it before taking it into his mouth. The scratch of his beard felt so good on your sensitive, bare breasts. He rolled the nipple that wasn't in his mouth between his thumb and pointer finger, causing you to squirm.

"Need you inside," you slurred. Negan pulled away from you r breast with a pop and took the camera back from you.He zoomed in on his own hard-again dick as he lined it up with your sopping hole. You were so wet he slid in effortlessly. You moaned in ecstasy as he finally put out that fire that was burning in you. He didn't hesitate as he started thrusting into you at a merciless pace. The leader couldn't decide if he wanted to focus the camera on the way your cunt swallowed him hole, the outline of his dick protruding through your stomach, your tits as they bounced in unison with his rapid thrusts, or your eyes rolling back in the head of your fucked out face. He zoomed out, capturing the beauty of it all.

"Such a good little fucktoy for me," he admonished. His words brought you closer to the edge as your walls clamped down on his cock.

"Negan 'm gnna," your own moan cut off your nonsensical, fucked babbles.

"So drunk on my cock," he grunted as he filled you with his seed, not waiting for you to reach your own peak. But he didn't have to since you came right after, arching off the bed. He pulled out and zoomed the camera in on your abused cunt. His cum slowly leaked out of your hole and onto the dark bed spread. That was the perfect place to end the video, he decided.

"Hot damn. Were you a porn star before the world went to shit?"

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not proofread, sorry! thanks for reading! <3

i uploaded this from my phone, so sorry if it's a bit of a mess.

[dixongrimesgirl]

Sinful Secret

S7 Negan Smith x fem!grimes reader

Content includes: Unprotected sex, PiV, secret relationship, Alexandria era, caught, oral (f receiving), pet names (sweetheart, my girl)

WC: 770

You had secretly been seeing Negan for a while now without the knowledge of anyone in Alexandria. It's past 1am and you heard your father and Michonne go to bed a little while ago. When you're sure the coast is clear you sneak downstairs and let Negan in. "Hey, sweetheart. Thought ya weren't gonna let me in" he teased. "You know that's not true. I just had to make sure everyone was asleep" you reply before leading the way upstairs to your room. He lands a soft smack on your ass as you walk up the stairs in front of him causing you to let out a quiet giggle. "We have to be quiet" you whisper. "What? Ya don't wan' ol' Rick seeing us together?" he asks. You send him a glare and he chuckles. "Okay, sweetheart," he says and you enter your room closing the door softly behind the two of you. He immediately throws you on the bed and climbs on top of you. "Fuck sweetheart" he groans when you wrap your legs around his waist pressing your core against his bulge. He plants his lips on yours and you part your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in. He swallows your moans as he rubs your nipples over the thin fabric of your tank top. He kisses down your neck and pulls your shirt up and over your head, throwing it onto the floor. He sucks a nipple in his mouth and gently bites down, loving how you moan and squirm beneath him. He wishes you didn't have to be so quiet. He can't wait until he gets you back to the sanctuary and you can make all the noise you want. Thinking about you screaming his name causes him to involuntarily thrust his hips into yours. He pulls back and hastily pulls your sleep shorts down and groans noticing you're not wearing any panties. He tosses your shorts onto the floor and positions his head between your legs before devouring you like a starved man. he shoves two fingers into your already slick hole and you clench around them. "So tight" he breathes out. "How ya gonna take my cock, sweetheart?" he asks. "I can do it" you insist. "I know ya can but first let me feel ya cum on fingers" he whispers. You cover your mouth with your held holding back your moans while you ride out your orgasm. He fucks you with his fingers through it all and as you come down from your high you hear the squelching of your pussy. "Good girl" he praises and you sigh gently closing your eyes. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and you swirl your tongue around them. "Damn girl. Got me so fuckin' hard" he grunts and before you know it he's lining himself up with your entrance. "Negan" you moan as he bottoms out in one hard thrust. "So fuckin tight" he groans. He pulls out and slams back in. You don't even hear the headboard banging against the wall. You clench around him. "I know you're close, sweetheart. Cum for me" he growls and you release, your slick covering his cock and with a few more thrusts he's realising inside you. You're both startled when there's a knock at the door. "Y/N?" you hear your Dad's say. "Shit" you mutter and get up throwing on your pyjamas. You open the door. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Yeah. I'm fine" you reply. "Good. I just heard a lot of noises and was worried something..." he trails off as Negan appears clad only in his boxers. "What the hell is he doing here?" Rick growls. "Spending time with my girl" he replies and you're thighs involuntarily squeeze together. "If you hurt her" Rick threatens. "I wouldn't hurt her. She wants this just as much as me. Look at her when I call her my girl" he says and you can't help but squeeze your thighs shut again. "See. I do that to her" he says. "Wanna stay for the show? We were just about to go for round 2. Isn't that right sweetheart?" he asks. "Get out of my house!" Rick growls. "Alright, alright." Negan replies and turns to give you a kiss. You kiss him back and he slips is tongue in your mouth. "Now!" Rick yells when Negan's hand starts groping your ass. "See you later sweetheart" he says and you give him a small wave when Rick isn't looking. You know you're gonna be in big trouble but you can't help your feelings. If only your dad could understand.

[laangdonn]

not anymore

summary: the aftermath of glenn and abraham leaves carl and y/n’s relationship in shambles.

pairing: carl grimes x female reader

a/n: first carl grimes post yayy, i love him so much and in my mind he lives on.

*read part 2 here*

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the house was quiet minus the occasional sniffle from carl and i. he was sat with his head in his hands on the leather sofa, his fingers lightly gripping his brown curls. i watched him carefully through blurry vision from behind the kitchen counter, supporting myself with my hands on the cold marble.

it was dark, the moon and a single saucer light in the kitchen shining as light.

it was so fucking quiet but my head had never been louder.

“so what are you saying?” i whispered, carefully watching my words.

he lifted his eyes for a moment until he brought his head back into his palms. he refused eye contact. “i don’t know what i’m saying.”

“you don’t love me anymore?” every word i spoke sent my stomach falling into my feet.

he didn’t answer. i didn’t know if that made it better or worse.

“jesus, carl, answer me-“

“i still love you,” he finally responded, his hand rubbing his face in stress. “of course i still love you.”

“then what’s wrong?” i pressed, a sudden urgency filling my veins. “why are we even having this conversation? why did you come home and suddenly act as if we’ve been fighting for weeks-“

“cause we have been, y/n!” his voice picked up now, throwing his hands in the air and standing up. he still hadn’t looked at me. “we have been fighting for weeks! we cant even look at each other without fighting! ever since glenn-“

“stop.” i cut him off, feeling my chest clench. “this wasn’t them, it wasn’t.”

but it was, and i knew it. the aftermath of glenn and abraham put a strain on the whole group, especially me and carl. we came home that morning, stumbling out of the RV and hadn’t been the same since. every time i looked at carl, all i saw were the tears streaming down his face and the reflection of glenn’s bloody skull in his eyes. i saw the black line drawn on carl’s left arm, and the axe raised in the air.

i looked at carl and i saw death.

i knew he felt the same.

“that day…” he started, taking a breath. “that day i had no other wish but to die. to keep you safe if that’s what it took. i couldn’t protect you from him and i don’t know if i can even try. i put you in danger by loving you.”

i shuddered a breath as the tears began to

clog my throat.

“that’s why i can’t love you, y/n. not anymore.”

“you act like that’s a choice you can make.” i choked out, a feeling of anger pushing forward. anger at the way he thought he could fool anyone who knew him.

“i can try.”

“BULLSHIT!” i snapped, slamming my hand against the cold counter and feeling it sting.

he buried his face in his hands and i could see his shoulders shaking. i felt my heart break then, knowing i wouldn’t be able to change his mind.

a sob broke its way through my throat, wet and rough, and i instantly regretted it because carl looked straight at my eyes and i felt myself sink deeper into the ground.

“don’t do this, carl…” i whispered, looking into his crystal blue eyes, a raging ocean encased in this beautiful human who i’d have to let go. i shook my head at him slowly.

“i’m going to get you killed,”

“then let me be killed knowing you loved me! isn’t that the best we can do?!”

“the best i can do is keep you alive.” he countered strongly. his voice was no longer broken or shaken, but determined.

i realized in that moment nothing could be done to change his mind, it had already been made up. carl was stubborn, too stubborn for his own good and he’d never be swayed by anyone, even me.

no words were spoken between us as we stared at the floor, drowning in the absence of each other. all i wanted in that moment was to touch him, to feel him under my skin and prove to me that he’s still real and he’s still here after everything that had happened. but he was taking that away from me and ripping my heart out along with it.

he inhaled a sharp breath, rubbing his hand on his face once more before he said, “it’d be best if you went to carol’s tonight.”

i swallowed harshly, nodding. at least he was right about one thing.

too tired to argue further, i walked past him and to the front door. he kept his head bowed, not looking at me. i could sense the tension as i barely grazed his shoulder, walking so fast i barely registered the soft material of his flannel on my skin. i paused in front of the door, gripping the handle and hoping he’d call out my name and beg me to stay.

but he didn’t. and i turned around to see his eyes were still trained on the floor, back turned. i felt the cold air envelop me and i slammed the door shut, reverberating and practically shaking the house. i sucked in a breath and pushed forward to the blue house a few doors down.

i knocked wearily, feeling my knees begin to wobble as the effects of what had just transpired hit me. suddenly i was a mess on the porch, breathing erratically as i tried to process what just happened. but, when i saw carols face when she opened the door, concerned at my state of being, i lost it.

she carried me into the house and let me sob my way through the story. she held me while i cried and laid me down once i had fallen asleep in her grasp, eyes crusted shut with tried tears, cheeks red, and lips swollen.

i dreamt that night of glenn.

———

in the morning i woke to the smell of toast and eggs. my stomach growled harshly and i realized i hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

i gripped the banister on my way downstairs, being created with carol’s sympathetic smile. i sat down on the island counter as she pushed a plate of breakfast in front of me.

“i’m leaving for hilltop today.” i announced suddenly. her back was turned to me but i could sense the blank stare that must’ve washed over her. the sizzle of the pan of eggs on the stove top was the only sound heard for a moment.

then, she continued tussling the eggs in the pan, continuing on as if i hadn’t said anything. “it’s dangerous.”

“maggie needs me.” i answered simply.

“she’d feel much better if you stayed here. safe, with rick.”

i took a small bite of my toast, “she knows i can take care of myself. i should’ve gone with her and sasha right after…” i let my voice drift on, knowing i didn’t have to be specific. “i need to do this for her. for me. i cant stay here, carol, i can’t. not anymore.”

carol turned around at that, pouring her own eggs onto a plate. “well, i’m not going to stop you.” she said, taking a bite, “but i don’t think you should go alone.”

“i don’t need a babysitter,” i mumbled, beginning to lose my appetite. “im going by myself and that’s final.”

———

i opened the front door to the grimes’ home we shared cautiously. i anticipated to see carl in the front room with judith, as he always was, but to my surprise it was rick instead.

he was sat on the couch while judith babbled and played on the floor. his eyes were tired and lost, his face sunken with grief. he turned to look at me walking in and gave me the same, sympathetic smile i had gotten from carol.

i stood awkwardly in front of the door, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“he told you didn’t he.” i mumbled, not even being able to bring myself to say his name.

“no,” his voice was rough as he spoke, “i heard him last night crying in his room, after you’d left. and i knew.”

i felt my heart clench and my nose begin to sting. i nodded slowly, knowing i wouldn’t be able to choke out words i so desperately wanted to say.

“im going to hilltop today. only carol knows. i came to grab my stuff.”

his eyebrows furrowed at me and once i saw the disapproving look i spoke fast.

“i can make it there.” i promised, “we need each other.”

rick knew exactly who i was referring to and suddenly the look of disapproval vanished from his face. he nodded at me slowly, accepting the fact that this battle would be one he lost in trying to keep me here. he turned to judith and i took that as my cue to head upstairs.

“carl is at the armory, but he should be back soon,” i heard rick say, “i suggest you leave before he gets back, for both of your sakes.”

i didn’t answer, only continued up the steps. i didn’t want to see carl because i knew if he begged me to stay i would. it hurts knowing i perhaps don’t have that same control over him.

pushing open his door and revealing his room, our room was harder than i had imagined. i wanted to be out quickly, without hassle. i went through drawers, grabbing my things, stuffing them into the two duffel bags i had underneath our bed.

my heart dropped when i heard the front door open and close. i hadn’t been quick enough.

“where is she?” i heard his voice from downstairs and it motivated me to work quicker.

i managed to close the zipper on the second duffle bag but when i turned to the door i almost fainted. carl stood there with his arms hanging limp at his side, a blank stare on his face as he watched me pack my life away.

we stood facing each other for a long time. i stressed another fight, perhaps a bigger blowout than the last, but i looked into his sad, tired eyes and realized there wouldn’t be any fighting between us.

“how did you know i was here,” i mumbled.

“i went to carol’s looking for you. she told me you were leaving for hilltop.” his face scrunched up in disgust at his own words, as if just the thought of me leaving left a sour taste in his mouth.

“i am.” i said, voice feeble in an attempt to remain confident.

he shook his head slowly as tears began to rise up in his eyes. “don’t, y/n.”

“why not?” i pushed, crossing my arms over my chest. “why wouldn’t i leave? what’s left for me here?”

he didn’t answer.

“you let me go last night.” i stabilized my voice a bit, straightening my back to make myself look stronger as i spoke the words. “you can let me go again.”

“is that what this is?” he questioned, “is this reckless stupidity to punish me for last night?”

i scoffed, rolling his eyes at his narcissism. “no,” i chuckled in disbelief.

“then why? because this is the first time i’ve heard about this from you. not once have you said you’ve wanted to go to hilltop.”

“why wouldn’t i go?” i asked rhetorically, “maggie’s there and i want to help her. i feel so… so useless here! like, nothing is going right in this godforsaken place and last night was the last thing i needed to set me off.”

his face suddenly paled, his eyes softening. words were stuck on the edge of his tongue and i could see in his expression he contemplated letting them spill over. “i wanted to talk about last night.”

i turned around at that, beginning to rustle with my bag to occupy my hands. to do something other than hear him talk. especially about last night.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt you, you have no idea how hard it was for me, letting you go like that.”

i scoffed again, “you don’t even have a clue how i feel, carl, so don’t even try to sympathize with me.”

“i-“

“save it.” i spat, anger beginning to rise up my veins at the idea that he was about to pity me. “nothing you can say, nothing you think you can do to make it okay won’t keep me from-“

a loud bang on the front door shook me from finishing my sentence, both our eyes widening as carl ran out of the room and to the stairs.

“anyone home?” a booming voice spoke. i knew that voice.

carl, eyes still wide, turned to me in shock. i stood frozen, my hand still clutching the strap of my duffel bag filled with things.

“aww, you are a cutie-pie aren’t you! where’s your mommy, huh?”

at that, my blood ran cold.

judith was downstairs, by herself, with him.

without another moment of hesitation, carl was booking it down the stairs. i closely followed; forgetting our fued and any other reason why i would be angry in the first place. judith came first.

when i got to the bottom of the stairs carl was already in a staring match with negan as he held judith in his burly arms. the sight almost made me vomit. if he was capable of all he did that night, what was stopping him from harming a baby?

“well would you look what we have here,” he smiled his wicked smile. “i remember you,” he said, pointing at me.

“give me the baby,” carl demanded, his eye narrow. i wouldn’t have wanted to be on the receiving end of his glare.

negan chuckled, “and why would i do that? she’s so precious, i don’t think i’ll ever let her go.”

i felt my eyes sting when he lifted her up higher, examining her small, angelic face with devil eyes.

“i’m not asking,” carl said confidently, his voice didn’t shake or tremble. surprisingly, he was calmer than me, and it was his sister. he kept his eyes trained on negan, never once allowing him to leave his hard gaze. “give her to me.”

negan looked between the two of us before letting out a large gasp, his eyes widening, “no fucking shit, pardon my french but, aren’t you two a little young…”

my cheeks flushed once i realized what he was implying. i slowly shook my head, staring at carl out of the corner of my eye. his eye narrowed further.

“that’s my sister.” he spat.

“this is rick’s baby girl?” negan bounced judith in his arms again, eliciting a small giggle from her. “wow! now it’s a grimes’ party!”

he eyed me up and down, “sweetheart,” he beckoned me to take the baby, and without question i stepped up, carefully taking her out of his grasp and into the safety of my arms. i let out a sigh of relief, smoothing her golden hair back.

i backed up to carl’s side again, keeping my arms strongly around judith’s small body. she twirled a strand of my brown hair around her stubby finger, giggling again.

ever so slightly, carl stepped in front of me, shielding judith and i from whatever this man could do.

“so, where’s rick?” negan asked as he began trodding around the room, picking up trinkets left in the house by the previous owners.

“not here,” carl answered stiffly. out of the corner of my eye, i saw his hand lightly graze over the top of his jeans. my heart pounded a little faster.

negan sighed disappointedly, “well, im gonna go look for him! in the meantime, a few of my men will be by here to collect half your shit for me to take! kapeesh?”

he walked over to me and patted judith’s back, getting sickenly close. i held my breath, attempting to shield my fear. “i’ll be back for you, sweetheart.”

a chill ran down my spine when judith giggled at the man’s words. it felt like i was holding that breath in all the way until the front door closed and i could breathe again.

suddenly, carl gripped my shoulders and forced me to face him. “take judith upstairs and stay there.”

boots crunching against gravel outside made my stomach drop, the sound getting closer as each second passed. i shook my head violently. “i’m not leaving you down here by yourself.”

“i’ll be fine, go upstairs. now!” he pushed me in the direction of the stairs, judith cooing. i suddenly felt the urge to tell him i loved him, to hold him and make sure he’s safe. i never wanted to leave his side.

i had barely made it up the stairs and out of sight by the time the men had opened the door and i heard carl already start with the spiteful comments. he’s gonna get himself killed.

i placed judith in her crib, cooing to her softly to make sure she was settled. i locked her door from the inside, stuffing the key in my back jean pocket and headed for the stairs. i peeked through the railings, watching carl argue with one of negan’s men while the other ransacked the kitchen.

“you said half!” carl growled, watching the men stuff cabinet after cabinet of food into a large bag.

“we’ll take as much as we want.” one of the men replied, his tone snark and condescending.

my eyes bulged when i saw carl turn around and raise his gun to the man in the kitchen. he cocked it, his finger edging the trigger. “put it back.”

at this, i ran downstairs to carl’s side, just in time for the man behind him to cock his gun, right at my head.

carl’s head turned, his face pale when he saw the cold metal pressed up against my head, and the man’s strong arm around my torso.

“put the gun down, kid.” the man with the gun to me demanded. carl didn’t budge.

“carl…” i whispered carefully, my heart thumping in my ears loud enough to the point where i could barely hear myself talk aloud. “put it down…”

he stood there for a moment, his hand holding the gun beginning to shake as his pupil turned into a devilish slit to the man threatening my life. after what felt like hours, he finally lowered the gun, and i let out a sigh of relief when the metal left my hair.

we watched in distraught as they picked apart every inch of our home. luckily, we were able to keep him from going upstairs, and they left without another word to either of us. as the front door slammed shut i was pulled harshly into carl’s arms, his whole body shaking in rage.

his grip was tight and constricting, as if the anger was flowing into the hug. i could barely get a breath out, and i felt him shakily let out a few of his own into my ear, his chin digging into the crevice between my neck and my shoulder.

i could feel his rage. it coursed through him like the blood in his veins. his brain pumped more thoughts of negan, his saviors, their wrath, and i felt him slip into his emotions.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice harsh, embrace still solid.

a tear dropped onto the warm skin of my shoulder, and by then i knew, everything he had said to me last night was nothing but a mistake.

i nodded against him, “i know.”

———

the rest of the day he didn’t let go of me, refused to. we laid in bed and i realized he was still thinking of this mornings’ events.

rick had come back an hour after the saviors left and panicked, asking about judith and if we were okay. he saw carl practically in tears from anger on the couch and me coddling his fragile ego.

he told us to stay in the house the rest of the day, and he’d be back to salvage whatever food he could find for dinner after our kitchen became nothing but a hollow, empty shell.

laying on carl’s chest, i drew patterns onto the grey of his shirt. we laid in silence, comfortable yet uncomfortable silence, until he broke it.

“today,” he started, his voice low, “when he had his gun up to your head, i realized something.”

i lifted my head slightly to look at him, his eye trained on the wall in front of us.

“you were about to die without me saying i love you today.” he sucked in a sharp breath, “and- and i realized i couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”

he finally looked down to me, his eye glazed over, staring at my with a heartbreakingly beautiful gaze that told me everything i needed to know.

“carl-“

“if you still want to go to hilltop i wont stop you.” he continued, cutting me off, “but if they come there-“ his voice hitched, his chest tightening under me. “remember that even after what i said, i cant ever stop loving you, y/n.”

the tears that had been building in my eyes finally spilled over. i realized the extent of what we were all going through, what our reality is. that we don’t know if today is promised, more so than before we met the saviors. that humans are far more dangerous than any walker we’d ever come across.

we were all living on borrowed time, and at some point, we’d have to return it.

i buried my head in his warm chest and sobbed. sobbed for glenn, for abraham, for maggie, for judith, for me, for carl, for us together. i sobbed for what we’d never have again as far as it seemed.

safety.

“what are we gonna do,” the words tumbled out of my mouth deliriously, through snot and sobs.

he didn’t answer, but carl’s grip around me tightening, and the way his chest stuttered, answered for him when his throat had nothing to offer.

but then he spoke. low and menacing. he acquired a sort of vendetta he didn’t have the night prior. he wasn’t about to let me go for them. not anymore.

“we’re gonna make them pay.”

[louifaith]

“It wasn't your fault ”

[snow-scribbles]

Wip

[yunwieczny]

Im working on smth better I swear X.X (Regan will never be canon💔)

[banshees-martin]

i miss Glenn and Abe :(

[wolviestars]

All I see is "enemies to lovers"

[super-mega-ultra-cock]

HELPPPP. Rewatching twd and Negan just put his forehead to Dwight's and said "good boy". ????? GAYYYYY 👆👆

[carlgrimesmissingeye]

Not Them, Please || daryl dixon x fem!greene!reader

Fem!Reader she/her pronouns used.

Warnings: gore! usual twd violence, use of weapons, gun violence, mentions of walkers, Lucille, Negan gets his own warning, violence against reader, no use of Y/n, Negan called reader “little lady" but no mention of readers size/body type, established relationship w Daryl, reader and Daryl have a child and reader is pregnant

A/n: Set at the beginning of season 7, in the lineup. I decided to not kill off Abraham and Glenn:) Eugene technically replaces Daryl’s position with Negan.

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“Let’s meet the man!”

Out of the RV stepped a dark haired, middle aged man, wearing a leather jacket and carrying a barb wired baseball bat. Negan. A sadistic smile tattooed on his face as he studied the groups of people on their knees in front of him, surrounded by his own men. His lips twitched upward as he spoke. “Pissing our pants yet?” He stepped down from the RV’s steps, swinging the bat from beside him to over his shoulder.

“Boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close.” Negan said, walking closer to Rick’s group. Maggie was almost doubled over in pain, [Name] looked over at her sister, and then her brother in law(and quickly catching Daryl’s eye). “Mags, are you okay?” she said, holding out her hand to her sister,scooting away from Abraham and closer to Maggie. Maggie’s sweaty hand grabbed onto her younger sister’s hand, holding it like a vice. [Name] looked up into the eyes of Negan, not swaying nor cowering in the burning gaze of Negan Smith.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be pee pee pants city here real soon.” Negan said, his tongue darting around in his mouth and he waltzed in front of Rick’s group. “Now, which one of you pricks is the leader?” Negan questioned, looking to Simon for an answer. “It’s this one. He’s the guy.” Simon said, pointing to Rick. [Name]’s eyes darted to Rick, panic written all over her face while Rick looked disappointed. Bloodshot (e/c) eyes looked up to Negan, mouth gaped open like a beached fish. Negan stood in front of Rick, tilted backwards and his head cocked to the side as he smirked at Rick. He sighed, stepping more in front of Rick as he breathed out a raspy greeting. “Hi. You’re Rick right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men.” Negan’s smiled turned down, his shit eating grin gone as he seethed at Rick. “Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you’re gonna be up to speed shortly.” Ricks eyes slowly made their way up to Negan’s not exactly cowering but not stone cold as he met Negan’s petrifying stare. “Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.” [Name]’s body shook as a shiver overcame her, not knowing which member of her family Negan would choose to try and prove a point. But one thing was for sure, she sure as hell would be the first to go down in order to protect her and Daryl’s daughter back home, and Judith. Judith and Carl were like her second and third child, if it meant she would die to protect them, then so be it.

“You see Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this, and it’s really very simple. So, even if you’re stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready?” At this point [Name] had stopped listening, ears ringing and eyes stinging with unshed tears and a shaking form. Her eyes darted around at her family again, counting in her head. ‘One, two, three…’ going on and on and by that time Negan had made his way over to [Name], pointing his bat in her face. “..you work for me now.” She looked up, swallowing as her eye twitched, holding Negan’s almost homicidal gaze.

“You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now I know this is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe.” [Name] looked over to Carl, catching his gaze and mouthed to him “it’s okay. We’re gonna be okay”. She again stopped listening to Negan, only following him as he moved up and down their line, her own heartbeat being the only thing she could hear in her ears as her blood rushed up and down her body. She felt nauseous. She barely heard Negan when he said “You are not safe. Not even close” as she thought she was going to pass out. Get home to Amber, and Judith, and Tara. Oh god she’d miss her baby Amber if she died tonight. ‘At least she’d have her father’ she thought as she looked over to her husband, lip quivering as Daryl stared back, nodding to her as to console her. “This is your life now” Negan’s muted voice got back to her, as she looked down, studying the gravel beneath her, her knees begging her to get up, do something. Take down the whole place, save her family.

[Name] only looked back up when Glenn got up, letting out a mighty war cry "No, no!", following behind him before Maggie pulled her back down. The older Greene sister let out a muffled cry at the site of her husband being dragged back to his spot on the ground as the younger Greene’s face contoured to something of pure malice at the sight of Negan smiling, his words not registering in her brain. ‘Smug bastard.’ she thought. Glenn begged "Don't! Don't." [Name]'s own pleads came out of her mouth before she knew what she was pleading for. "Please.. please not her." she begged, "She's pregnant." [Name]'s eyes caught Negan's, a tear rolling down her cheek. Negan bent down, bringing his bat to her face to wipe the tear. Daryl visibly stiffened at the site of this piece of shit man in front of his wife. Negan used the to wipe the tear, also cutting her face in the process. She didn’t flinch. “Wow, you are one pretty lady, but the cut just oh so added beauty.” Negan’s hot breath hitting her face from the proximity of him. ‘He’s too close, way too close’. Negan got back up, walking over to Rick again. Saying something to him that was inaudible to [Name] until she saw Negan get up and point at Carl. “This is your kid, right?” ‘Oh god no, not Carl’. She could feel herself moving to stand up before Abraham pushed her down, nodding to Daryl. Daryl looked made of ice and steel. Daryl shook his head at her, telling her to stay put.

Negan made his way up, pacing back and forth in front of their group, whistling. God, [Name] would never forget that whistle, the long tune consisting of only two notes. "I simply cannot decide." Negan chuckled, moving farther back to get a good look at all of them. He suddenly threw up his hand, the bat like an extension of his already dealy red right hand. "I got an idea!" He chuckled again, moving towards Rick and pointing the bat at him. "Eenie."

This overly childish game went on for a while before the bat landed on Abraham. [Name] wept as Negan finalized the bat be had above everyone's favorite ginger. Abraham sent a peace sign to Sasha as she let out a silent sob. But before the bat could come down, [Name] moved in front him Abraham with a sob and a "No!"

Everyone watched as Negan violently moved the bat out of the way of the woman who bravely put herself in harms way for the cocky, Texan ginger. "Not him, please not him. Not any..any of them. Take me please! If it saves them." she threw her arms up in surrender, protecting Abraham and locking eyes with Daryl and he cried. Negan was moved. To say the least. A woman, obviously had a child and probably wanted more. [Name] was everything Negan wished he could've had with his wife. He couldn't kill this woman when she obviously wouldn't let him kill anyone else. Negan fell sick to his stomach at the thought of having to kill the lady, children and women being off limits to his tirades.

Negan backed up, seeing the (h/c) woman visibly breathe out, relaxing a bit. "I'll follow any rules, if you'll please just let them live." she looked up at Negan through her lashes, lip wobbly at the thought of not being able to go home to her daughter. She still hadn't been able to tell Daryl the good news, she was pregnant. Again. She wanted to be home with Daryl and Amber to tell him the news. She was about two months along from Denise's calculations. She needed to get to Hilltop alongside her sister, she had decided she would tell Maggie first.

"Negan please, kill me if you must but not them. Not my family." she pleaded. "Wow. I am moved. You, a little lady, would be willing to take a beatin for these people? You all sure are a tight knit group. You people take Christmas card pictures in ugly sweaters too?" he joked, trying to keep up the calm and cool facade. [Name] doubled over, hot face touching the cool ground. She wondered if anyone was on watch for walkers around. It would be too easy for a herd to sweep over right now and kill them all. "Listen here now, I don't usually just let shit like that slide but since you're such a pretty lady and Tarzan over there looks like he's gonna rip my head off, I'll let you slide." Negan said, getting down to eye level with (e/c) eyes as he pointed to Daryl, who looked like he was fixing to explode, and she nodded.

"But, that doesn't get you off the hook fellas. I'm still taking one with me, and my pick is...you." Negan bellowed, making sure everyone heard him as he nodded to Simon to bring Eugene forward. Negan looked over to Dwight, as he grabbed Daryl by the collar over to [Name] and as Simon dragged a whiny Eugene to Negan. Daryl dropped in front of his wife and brought her to him, cradling her in his lap. "It's alrigh' sunshine, I gotcha." Daryl said to his weeping wife as Negan's men loaded up Eugene into the back of a truck. "But under the pretty lady's request, I will not be killing the guy. But he will work for me, and if you don't meet my requirements I will be cutting a limb off! Starting with fingers, toes and then hands and arms. We will meet here again in two weeks." Negan ordered to Rick as his men loaded in trucks, leaving the RV, and started to drive off.

Getting [Name] off the ground was quite the struggle, as she stared into space. Glenn consoled Maggie off the ground and into the RV, everyone slowly coming to realize that everyone was alive. Thanks to a pregnant lady and her undying love of her family.

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"It could be worse, they could be coming to Alexandria instead of meeting in the woods." Sasha said, her arm around Abraham.

They were all squeezed into the RV, on the way to Hilltop.

They might have been slowed down, but Maggie still needed help. And so did [Name].

Darly sat in the back room in a chair with his wife, Glenn holding Maggie's hand as she laid in the bed. [Name] let out a shaky breath, feeling her hands clam up. "Guys? I have something to tell you." she said softly, only wanting the people in the room now to her. She'd tell everyone else when they got back to Alexandria, she'd host a little party and cook some casseroles and cookies and bresk the news softly. Darly stroked his wife's hair to let her know he was paying attention while she looked over to her sister and brother-in-law to grab their attention.

"I'm pregnant."

She was met with silence, before Glenn let out a loud "What??". 'Well, there went the breaking it easily.'. "I'm pregnant. About two months along Denise said. Not far along to tell the gender yet." she said it loud enough to where she knew the people up front would hear too, as all conversations ceased as she waited for the mixed responses. "And when did you plan to tell everyone?" Maggie asked, not mad like her husband seemed to be. "I was going to tell Maggie at Hilltop, and tell Daryl when we got back and see Dr. Carson in private to get an ultrasound done. I wanted to have a little get together and tell everyone else to ease it on everyone. Amber is near 2 years old now, she can't understand yet but she's awfully mature for her age, already getting potty trained and running around. I had her easily with no complications, another one won't be so hard. I just won't get to go on runs after a few months."

The whole RV was quiet, a pen could drop and you'd hear the echo. [Name] chewed on the inside of her lip as Daryl smiled down at her, happily kissing her forehead. "We'll be alright, darlin,, just gonna hav't find some more baby supplies. Not milk since you breastfeed, but diapers and wipes." Daryl happily spoke, ecstatic at the thought of another baby. "I want the baby named after me this time! Amber got off easy being a girl. Carl Jr sounds awesome for a baby." Carl declared, moving to the room with them. Daryl chuckled as his wife laughed, winking at Carl. "We might be able to work something out. Not Carl Jr though, tough luck on that one. But we'll work in Carl in there somewhere." [Name] spoke, laughing. Daryl rolled his eyes, pushing his bangs out of his face. "Michonnes gonna want to save the Jr. title for the future, if your dad and her have another kid." Maggie uttered, a cheerful smile on her face as Glenn gazed at her, like he'd never seen so much beauty before.

"We've got time."

A/n: hi! This is like super duper long and I spent a lot of time on the lineup part, I just didn't know how to shorten it down to where it sounded right😭. This wasn't a request! I thought about this while dyeing my hair and I couldn't get it out of my head. Send in request if you like ones like this! I love writing when I have free time.

[abnormal-vacuum]

i don’t think tumblr is really the place for edits but whatever. here you go

[oliskyesisdaddy]

pov you're at this era of twd and you want to kill negan bc he's hurting your babies, but you can't bc he's your husband and you love him

[louifaith]

I hate you Negan you ruined everything, you ruined Maggie and Daryl and Rick you deserved to die with no chance to redeem yourself or change. the fact that you are now a better person just makes everything worse.

[grabyoursaintsandpray]

[snow-scribbles]

Wip #2 bc no enemies art is complete w/o red/blue color scheme teehee

[miss-multifandom-mess]

I’m gonna be snappy, but this may or may not be an unpopular opinion of mine:

I think that Eugene was not in the wrong for saying that he was Negan. Because, you know what? Knowing the kind of character that he is, he only said it because he was trying to survive. How quickly he said it without even letting Negan finish the question. He didn’t have a choice; Negan took him against his own Will after he admitted that he made the bullet! He didn’t want to see anyone else getting hurt, especially after witnessing four deaths of the people that he considered his friends. Hell! He risked his neck—even when he knew the possible outcomes—of driving that trailer all by himself down the road, just so the others could get Maggie to Hilltop. And it is especially unfair to the actor, when he received hurtful comments on the internet.

I understand why a lot of people hate him for saying he was Negan. But what other choice did he have? He did what he felt he needed to do. So, in conclusion, I stand by Eugene. I don’t know how the rest of the show may play out—my opinion might change later on if proven otherwise that Eugene is not a good character. For now, I am standing by my opinion, and defending this character.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.