#the walking dead alternate universe

[phantasm-echo]

POV: you wake up in the middle of your own autopsy with force powers then immediately get brainwashed into falling to the dark side

I was reminded of the fact that I haven’t drawn inquisitor!fives’ autopsy scars in way too long so here I am, delivering a few too many Fives 💀

Anyway I know I don’t post much about the AU on here so props to anyone who knows what’s going on here even slightly, I’ve decided to nerf siren!echo (who WAS part of this AU yes I know quite random) but since him being turned into a siren kinda limits what I can do with him story wise he is now an AU of the AU.

That means the name I came up with for the au (dead mean walking/swimming or dmw(s) as I’ve been tagging it) is kinda irrelevant. I’ll just call this the inquisitor fives AU but if you have any AU name suggestions feel free to drop them.

Here are some of the major factors of the AU:

It gets worse before it gets better

(WARNING: there are quite a few heavy topics covered in the AU such as torture, dehumanisation and su*cidal thoughts, so pls read at your own discretion)

- fives wakes up in the middle of his own autopsy with force sensitivity, then gets brainwashed into falling to the Dark Side by Palpatine. As an Inquisitor, he does not remember anything about his life because those memories were blocked by Palpatine.

- Palpatine discovers that Fives is essentially immortal, and any injuries inflicted on him will heal no matter how bad.

- when echo gets rescued from skako minor, he is recalled to Kamino for experimentation, first of all so they can figure out what the Techno Union did to him, second of all to see how he survived his injuries. Nala se, who knows that fives came back to life, theorises that since he and echo were tube twins they share the “immortality”. He is kept on Kamino for VERY extensive experimentation where terrible things happen to him (cough vivisection cough lobotomy) and so never joins Clone Force 99 even if he did work with them on Anaxes.

- Fives in this time is sent out on many missions by Palpatine that involve him unaliving many people, and after the rise of the Empire he hunts a few Jedi.

- Fox, who throughout the war had experienced many blackout missions where he woke up afterwards covered in blood, is the last living Coruscant Guard commander. (Thorn dies, stone vanishes one day, Thire mistakes Vader for a Jedi and pays the price) Despite the best efforts of his son secretary Dogma (no way!?) Fox has very little will to live, is extremely depressed and borderline suicidal, he would like nothing more than to bite the dust, but still feels he has a duty to the very few remaining corries and so tries to keep it together (he is failing)

- one day Palpatine decides he doesn’t need Fox to do his bidding anymore since he has much better assets at his disposal (Fives), and decides it would be ironic to sic his pet clone inquisitor onto Fox. Fives still doesn’t remember anything, and only knows that Fox is responsible for the main scars on his body and believes fox is the reason he doesn’t remember most of his life, and so sets out to kill fox. They battle it out (ref to that one animation wip I posted) and fives is on the verge of killing fox (who didn’t really try to fight that much, like I said he would very much like to die and dying at the hand of the vod he “killed” seems fitting to him) when he gets a sudden vision of echo.

- all fives knows is echo is extremely important to him and must be rescued and that snaps him out of palpatine’s control. He knows he probably can’t rescue echo alone, and since fox has already been betrayed by the empire he decides “fuck it” and basically kidnaps fox and they run. They make a deal, that once echo has been found, Fives will put Fox out of his misery (fox feels that fives should be the only person to kill him, and only goes along with the plan because he refuses to let anyone else kill him)

- fox and fives proceed to go on an intergalactic road trip to “rescue echo” even though neither of them know how to do that. They become closer friends throughout, and fives slowly regains bits and pieces of the Before

- meanwhile during the destruction of Kamino, the bad batch stumble on echo and rescue him and he stays with them for a little bit before leaving with Rex

- meanwhile Dogma helps the rest of the remaining Corries desert, kills too many storm troopers, and tries to go after his buir fox and the bastard inquisitor who kidnapped him

This is the main stuff you need to know for the AU haha so if you’ve got new name suggestions I’m all ears ty!!

[grimesgirll]

“wouldn’t kill ya’ to smile, wouldn’t it, baby?”

your gaze goes upward from the fire you’re building to the man standing before you.

“fuck is there to smile about?” you quip quietly, pursing your lips and turning your attention back to the task at hand.

you should’ve known that would set off your ex boyfriend. the boyfriend who should really be your ex right now. you feel him behind you and eventually in front of you when he leans down to gently grasp your face. shane tilts your chin upwards in his hand while you simply glare.

“been gettin’ real tired of your attitude.”

“makes two of us.”

something in his eyes clouds and you can nearly see the frustration bubbling beneath his surface. “you know you could really have it worse somewhere else, girl.” he lets go of your chin. “you should be happy to be here and not out there alone.”

you can’t argue with him. after these past few weeks, you’d endure whatever macho act he manufactured just to make it to safety. anything at this point to get to richmond. wherever noah’s family was posted up had to be better than cannibal country or cop city.

playing the role of shane’s personal diplomat is exhausting but it’s kept conflict from escalating more than once. without you, he would’ve for sure gotten himself killed by now. it goes both ways as you can count on more than one hand the number of times he’s saved your life.

“we had a home. we’re gonna find a new one. until then you better be thankful to have someone looking out for you.” the man explains to you. “someone takin’ care of you.”

you snort. “you should be happy i let you fuck me.”

your boyfriend’s nostrils flare. “wanna repeat that?”

you don’t spare him a glance. “be happy i haven’t left you already. if it wasn’t the fucking end of times, our relationship would be toast.” you say that like it isn’t already.

but you didn’t leave him. how could you with the world falling apart around you?

and with your newfound sense of responsibility to lori and carl, staying with shane made the most sense. why not keep trying with someone who held you at night and fought tooth and nail to protect you.

that isn’t everything though.

he narrows his eyes at you. “wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t always findin’ one.”

“you fucking lori was a problem that i found?”

he throws his hands up. “why the fuck do you keep mentionin’ lori? that’s fucked,” he scolds your name. “that’s my daughter’s mother.”

“i’m not blaming her, i’m blaming you.” you discern. “you’ve been an asshole ever since everything happened.”

“c’mere.” shane pulls you to your feet and drags you away from the fire, leaving the task to sasha who’d been sitting nearby. shane has you on your feet and moving towards the back of the rest stop your group was posted up l in. “let’s take a walk.”

“shane! i’m about to make dinner over the fire,” you complain and pull back your arm but shane just wraps you in his embrace and wills you towards the grassy picnic area facing the forest.

“c’mon, one step at a time, baby. don’t make me carry you.”

“fucker.”

“watch it,” shane warns and steers you towards a dusty wooden gazebo where rick is standing with a radio, trying to get a signal from the looks of it.

“any luck?” shane calls out like he didn’t just forcibly walk you from the fire circle out here.

the bearded man turns around. he doesn’t have to shake his head or give you two a word to answer his friend’s question. an icy blue stare goes over you and shane.

“what’s going on?”

“oh, we just thought we’d see what you were up to. see if you were busy.” the ex-cop with his arms wrapped around you from behind declares.

rick drops his radio into his back pocket. “‘m not.”

“perfect. this one wants to thank you.”

rick’s dark brow goes up in question and you shake your head, asking, “huh?”

“what? you don’t wanna thank rick? don’t be rude, baby.”

you owe the man your life a million times over.

rick had saved you, shane, judith, carl, and the others so many times. he’d led you through the debilitating winters and the most nightmare inducing storms you could imagine facing in the end of times. metaphorical or not, rick had seen you all through more than you’d ever pay him back for.

the man who stayed up with you while you settled judith and helped you soothe the little girl who didn’t belong to either of you.

the rugged man looks on from shane to you not quite comprehending. it only takes the feel of shane’s hand on your ass to understand.

fuck. not now, shane, you plead internally.

“i want you to show our friend rick how grateful you are that he’s gotten us this far. huh?” shane places a steel hand on your back as he shoves you forward towards rick, nudging you onto your knees when you’re dawdling too much for him to tolerate. “go on.”

“shane.” the man above you warns.

“no, rick.” your boyfriend stops him, dark irises widening. “i see the way she looks at you and the way you look at her. don’t feel bad about it.” he chuckles. “think about it as payback for lori.”

a “what the fuck” is breaching your lips before you know it.

“why do you talk to her like that?” rick questions, chest puffing out slightly. “everything she’s stood you through.”

shane shrugs. “i’m just thinkin’ it’d help us all relax. lower tension, y’know. after we were almost slaughtered like cattle back there.”

your mind flashes to terminus. you hadn’t seen rick, shane, and some of the other men of your group tied up and prepared to have their throats slashed, but the scene made your stomach flip.

rick looks down at you, maybe considering the fact that he does have a lot of steam to let off. nearly a year’s worth to be honest.

“you been thinkin’ about me?” he inquires with a step closer to you, dipping his hand to cup your face.

beneath your leader, you feel small. ten feet tall, you’d feel insignificant compared to rick. that man has more guts and drive than you could ever admit to. more than shane could ever dream of. the thought scratches an itch you didn’t realize lay dormant.

“yes,” you exhale sweetly, almost giving away your giggle when shane has to pick up his jaw. “especially ever since the prison fell.”

“really?”

you nod. “thank you, rick.” you express your gratitude with parted lips. “you take such good care of all of us. if you really want to use my mouth, i would blow you.”

shane is stuttering a curse and rick just whistles.

“good girl,” shane praises. “never knew you had it in you.”

you wait on your knees for rick, beaming up at him.

rick has the look of a man considering letting his best friend’s girlfriend - who he has at least fifteen years on - blow him. he thumbs your soft lips, trying to convince himself not to. even under that newly acquired hardened exterior, rick is calculated.

it’s not until he lowers his hands at his sides and croons a, “only if you want to, darlin,” that has you undoing his belt and yanking down his pants.

you slow your roll once you come into contact with his underwear. beneath those dark blue boxers is a rock hard cock.

a noise escapes you that you hope your boyfriend doesn’t hear. rick is bigger than shane. you want to burst into laughter. shane had to have seen the outline of rick’s thick cock sometime during their years together in some locker room somewhere.

thoughts of if he’ll fit or not consume you momentarily until your hands are moving automatically and you’re met with the real thing. you feel hands in your hair and tense.

“down and up. you know how to do it.”

shane is behind you with his sturdy hands on top of your head, ready to guide you down onto his friend.

“just let her do what she wants.” rick snaps at the other man, exhaling at the feel of your hand around him.

“fine.” shane throws his hands up and goes to lean against the rest stop information board.

ever the sore loser, shane pouts but lets you sink further on your knees to begin by trailing a stripe from rick’s balls up to the tip of his cock. back down you go again to lick circles around him, working a pattern with your tongue.

the noises coming out of rick have you agreeing with shane - he really needs this. after everything, rick deserves to close his eyes and let you descend below his shaft to suckle first one side, then the other, while he lays his hands in your lustrous hair.

eventually you’re lapping around again and you circle your tongue around him, eyes widening in surprise at his moans.

shane snickers. “you like her mouth, rick? me too. don’t blow your load too early, bud, i know you probably can’t help it.”

you feel the man in your mouth tense above you. he ignores shane, snapping his hips lightly into your face instead. despite the initial humiliation of the situation and the shane of it all, you find yourself getting excited. a wet patch forms and you can tell by how hard you grind down onto yourself as rick starts to twitch.

“needy slut,” shane comments.

you roll your eyes, not missing a beat as you bob up and down on your leader. his spit covered dick disappears in and out of your mouth. you do your best to fit what you can of his length that is too large for your mouth.

rick doesn’t have a problem though. all he needs is to dig a little deeper in your hair and angle his cock down your throat. you’re so startled you gag but at the same time you moan and whimper around him.

a cry around him from a particularly harsh jostle of his pelvis against your face is what it takes to start spilling in your mouth. your foggy brain can barely decipher what to do next but you remember that you’re wearing one of your favorite sweaters and suck him dry.

rick isn’t out of your mouth when shane is nearly shoving him out of the way and grasping onto you, directing your head towards his now nude dick.

“my turn,” shane takes rick’s spot instantly, not sparing you more than a breath or two before his girthy cock is against your lips.

“that’s not good for her knees, man.” rick is saying but shane just laughs.

“you weren’t sayin’ that when you were in the one in her mouth.”

shane is taking up your mouth before you know it and you gag immediately when he drives like he’s aiming for your uvula.

your noises muffle around his cock but the sheriff looking on still hears them - is still affected by then. every pump of his fellow ex-officer’s hips made you gag, forced to swallow the burning feeling building up in your throat.

rick can’t take his eyes off you. after receiving the same treatment, he’s still mesmerized by the whole thing; the spontaneity of it, how absurd it all was, how soft and plush your mouth had been, how perfect you are.

“never knew you were such a whore,” shane groans with a gasp of your name, pushing your head down when you start to slide up and off of him to say something. “fuck, you’re so good for me, baby, always have been.”

his grip is buried in your long hair. rick observes with his half hard cock in his hand, eyebrow arching lightly at the sight of shane’s face. your boyfriend tightens his grip and before you know it his cock is thrust into your throat. a few more slams of his hips and he’s holding you firmly while you gulp down his length - and his release.

shane backs out of your mouth only to snake a rough hand down your pants.

“shane!” you’re nearly squealing when he thumbs down your panties and moves towards your sensitive patch of nerves. your face is overtaken with a blush again as your leader palms his hard on on the bench next to you.

whispering low in your ear, your boyfriend hums;

“now, you wanna show rick how grateful you are with your pussy?”

[virginsexgod69]

❝ Proud of You ❞

Pairing Professor! Rick Grimes x F! Student! Reader

summary Rick comforts you after finding out your biggest fear is disappointing him.

cw teacher - student relationship, power imbalance, age gap, crying, making out, riding, unprotected p in v, emotional hurt/comfort, pet names, 3rd person pov

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 She nervously chewed on the cap of her pen. She knew she was fucked the moment she walked into Professor Grimes' classroom. She regretted every minute she spent doing anything but study for this damn test. Failing the test, however, was the least of her worries- it was disappointing her professor that she was the most worried about. She blinked back tears as she tried her best to answer questions about unstudied materials. 

 Once the other students had filed out the classroom and she was the only one left, she grabbed her sorry excuse of a test and approached his desk. Her tear filled eyes and quivering lips didn't go unnoticed by him. 

"What's the matter?" he asked after collecting her test and putting it in a neat stack with the others. 

"I fai-" her words got caught in the lump clogging her throat. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she attempted to blink back her tears. 

"I failed!" she was finally able to say. But that admission broke the dam and sent hot, salty tears streaming down her face. 

"Hey, hey, don't cry, sweetheart," he soothed as he grabbed her hand and guided her to sit on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked her back and hushed her as her tears saturated his crisp, white button up shirt. 

"You're a good girl with good grades. This won' mess up your grade too bad," he reassured. She sat up and he wiped her tears away with his thumb as she sniffled.

"Th-that's not what I'm worried about," she confessed. 

"Well, then, wha's the problem?" 

Her chin and lips started quivering again as new tears formed. "Y-you're gonna b-be," she took a stuttering breath, "disappointedinme!" She buried her face in his shoulder again as she sobbed even harder this time. He soothed her until her sobbing dwindled down into little whimpers. 

"I ain' disappointed in ya. Everyone messes up," he reassured. She sat up and looked at him, mascara tears streaked down her pretty face. It broke his heart to see his star pupil in such a state. 

"N-not me! I never m-mess up!" Fresh tears filled her eyes again, but before she could bury her face in his shoulder again, he cupped her cheek in his hand and swiped her tears away with his thumb. 

"Sweetheart, look at me," he commanded. She couldn't look him in the eyes, not after this. It's one thing to absolutely bomb a test, but another to embarrass herself by being a sorry mess like this was something she doubted she'd ever come back from. 

"Didn't I jus' tell you to do something?" he said more sternly this time. Her eyes snapped up to his, fearing disappointing him even more. Even though it was hard to hold eye contact, she didn't let hers waver and neither did he. She didn't see anything resembling disappointment in his eyes. In fact, he was looking at her so softly. 

"You're r-really not disappointed in m-me?" she muttered. 

"Didn't I jus' tell you that?" he teased, earning a small smile from the pretty girl in his lap for the first time all day. She wrapped her arms around him, but this time instead of crying, she pulled him in for a kiss. He reciprocated with fervor, slipping his tongue between her soft, glossy lips. Without breaking the kiss, she readjusted herself to straddle his hips, sitting right on top of his bulge. His hands slid up her thighs, creeping beneath her short skirt, and cupped her ass in his hands. She giggled against his mouth, a sound he was elated to hear after all her sobbing. 

"I'm gonna make you proud, Professor Grimes," she whispered against his lips. 

"Oh? How's that?" he asked. She already made him proud, but playing into her games wouldn't hurt. She ground down on his hardening cock, earning a breathy moan from him. 

"The door's not locked," he warned. 

"Then I'll make this quick." She undid his belt and unzipped his pants with quickness. Once his hard cock was no longer restricted by its confines, she stroked it a few times causing precum to bubble at the tip. Moving her panties aside, she lined him up with her entrance before sinking down. Rick Grimes was well endowed, so the stretch stung each time. 

"Y'alright, sweetheart?" he asked. Her only response was pressing kisses to his jaw and neck as she undid his tie. His hands reluctantly stopped kneading her ass and instead helped pull her shirt over her head once she was done unbuttoning his. Her hands grasped his shoulders once she was ready to move again, and used them for support as she lifted herself off him, until only the tip was inside then dropped herself back down. His big dick filled her so good that the outline of it could be seen through her stomach. Rick's head lolled back as he moaned in pleasure, his grip on her hips almost bruising her soft skin. She squeezed him with her velvety walls, feeling ridge his veins provided.

"Feel so good, baby," he groaned as his student bounced on his cock. His hands traversed up her body, until they reached her bra. He unclasped the pesky thing and tossed it aside, releasing her breasts so he could watch the fleshy mounds bounce as she rode him. He took her nipples- hardened by the air conditioning blasting in the room- and pinched them between his index fingers and thumbs.

"Oh my god, Professor Grimes," she moaned out. Her calling him Professor Grimes during sex always did something to him. His cock twitched inside of her, his release not far.

"I'm 'bout to cum," she warned. He could tell by the way her rhythm became sloppy and the way she squeezed him.

"I know, baby, me too," he said before taking a breast into his mouth, nipping at and sucking on the nipple. His hand slid beneath her skirt and began rubbing the bundle of nerves through her panties. She screamed his name as she came, seeing stars as she did. Rick came too, his hot loads of cum filling up her sweet cunt as he threw his head back in ecstasy, guttural moans erupting from him. He continued to rub her clit until she came down from her orgasmic high. When she did, she slumped over onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, pressing a kiss to her slightly sweaty hairline. 

"Did I make you proud?" she asked. 

She felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. 

"Always been proud of you, darlin'." 

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Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader

summary The relationship between you and Negan progresses, but is that necessarily a good thing? tags mentions of bullying, violence, angst, crying

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 It was finally the Friday before spring break. After what happened yesterday, you didn't want to come to school, but you had to give Negan his sweater back. You were tempted to keep the garment and just tell him you lost it, but stealing is wrong which is why you washed it and put it in your backpack to give back to him. 

...

 Your leg bounced anxiously as you watched the clock. Lunch couldn't come sooner. It wasn't that you were starving and eager to eat, you just wanted to be with Negan. Today was going horribly; people would point and snicker whenever you walked by but just roll their eyes and ignore you whenever you asked what was so funny. Being the butt of a joke always sucked, but not knowing what the joke was made it that much worse. As soon as the clock read 12:45 and the lunch bell rang, you were out of there, backpack on your back and quickly striding down the halls. 

"Hurrying off to see your boyfriend?" Some random taunted in the hallway. You ignored them, not knowing who they were or what they were talking about and continued your path to the gymnasium. 

"Hi!" you greeted cheerily. You felt better once you were in his office. Spending time with Negan felt like stepping into the sun after being in a freezing room. 

"Hello," he replied, but he didn't sound like his usual self. He greeted you as if you were any other student and not his favorite. You parked yourself in your usual chair and handed him his sweater. 

"Thanks again for helping me out yesterday," you mumbled, cringing at the memory of being in that locker room. He just hummed in response and accepted the sweater. You were on edge, he was off and not knowing why made your heart sink. Was he mad at you? Had he finally had enough of you coming into his office every day? You wanted to ask, but every time you thought you built up the courage to, the words died in your throat. You took out your lunch and handed Negan the extra sandwich you always packed for him. Concern flooded your face when he didn't accept. 

"Is something wrong?" you asked weakly. 

 Negan sighed. He didn't want to hurt you like this, but he had no choice if he wanted to keep his job. He already felt bad for being so cold toward you, but he needed to bite the bullet and get this over with. 

"Listen, kid." He knew you hated when he called you that. He called all his students 'kid' since he didn't feel like memorizing so many names; so him calling you that really made you feel less special. 

"You can't keep comin' in here during lunch...or ever." Your face dropped and you started nervously fidgeting with your fingers. 

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" Negan noticed you were already struggling to fight back your tears, which made this all the more harder. 

"There have been rumors going around and in light of those rumors, I realized it is inappropriate for us to be hanging out together like this." 

“What rumors?” You asked indignantly. He so desperately wished you could connect the dots and figure it out for yourself so he didn’t have to say it, but he knew your mind wasn’t twisted like that. So disgusting and twisted as to think that something as innocent as a teacher and student sharing lunch could be anything but that. 

“Rumors that…” he thought of a more delicate way to put this, not wanting to say ‘people think we’re fucking,’ “the relationship between us is inappropriate. Inappropriate in the way that I could lose my goddamn job, you could get fuckin’ expelled, or I could even get my ass thrown in jail.” He didn’t mean to raise his voice, especially after seeing the way you cowered in your seat with tears silently streaming down your face. 

“B-but we’re not doing anything wrong? Can’t you j-just tell them that?” You pleaded. 

“Now you know that won’t work,” he said softly. 

“I-I’ll tell them, I c-can explain-” He said your name firmly, and that shut you up immediately. 

“You gotta go. Now.” He gestured to the door and waited for you to leave. Your hands shook as you placed Negan’s sandwich on his desk and clumsily gathered your things, the tears blurring your vision making it difficult. Your pleading eyes bored into his hazel ones as if to beg him to take it all back, but he couldn’t, and he couldn’t even bear to look at you anymore. 

“Negan?” You whimpered. 

“Out.” 

You grabbed your backpack and hurried out the door, closing it gently behind you. Negan let out a sigh, not quite one of relief, but he still felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, but at the cost of a pit in his stomach. He was relieved that he may have put the rumors to rest, but having to hurt you in order to do so overshadowed that relief. He looked up at the clock, only five minutes had passed since lunch started, meaning he left you to fend for yourself for the remaining time. When he grabbed the sandwich you left him, guilt crushed him. How you could still be so kind to him after he deliberately crushed your heart puzzled him. 

…

“Break up with your boyfriend?” One of the girls from yesterday jeered as you stormed through the halls. Her smug face boiled your blood. The one good thing you had going for you at this hellhole of a high school was ripped from you by the very people who made your life a living hell in the first place. The aggravating laugh that tore from her throat had you seeing red. The ringing in your ears tuned out everything but her shrill laughter and before you knew it your fist made contact with her face, knocking her over. She wasn’t the only person who’s bullied you, but she was the one beneath you, at your mercy, so you took out all those years of repressed rage on her face. You landed blow after blow on her, her pained screams nothing but background noise. 

“Leave me alone!” You sobbed as your rage dissipated into emptiness. Seeing the bloodied half-conscious girl wailing on the floor brought you back to your senses. The shocked faces of the surrounding crowd of students as staff hurried to the girl’s aid made you nauseous. You were yanked up from the floor by someone, your mind was too addled to care who, and dragged to the principal’s office. You looked back at the scene only to make eye contact with a shocked Negan. You tore your eyes from him, not wanting him to see you like this, to see this side of you you didn’t even know existed. Neither did Negan. He was actually happy to see you defend yourself for once instead of just rolling over and taking it. He couldn’t even hide the pride that swelled in his chest. 

 You felt numb sitting there in the principal’s office waiting for one of your parents to get here. This was no way to start spring break. 

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[skyfree-art]

I found some of my artwork from last year! Although I don't often draw in a sketchbook, I sometimes get inspired and sketch on paper. These sketches are dedicated to my alternative universe: "Beth Greene was convinced that hard work was necessary to achieve her dreams, so she put in a lot of effort, combining her studies at medical college with a part-time job as a waitress. She did not suspect that the USB flash drive she found at the end of her working day would change her life so dramatically. From the moment she picked it up, the hunt began. Her future would not have been as good as it is if it weren't for Daryl Dixon, a mysterious man on a motorcycle who saved her from death. However, there is a catch. He is a contract killer"

[terranovathemust]

I found these fanart on DeviantArt, made by Monopteryx. These images are wonderful, spectacular. Adjectives are not enough to describe its beauty. 😍🤩

[hazashiovo]

I can't stop thinking about this crossover and it's driving me nuts.

Imagine being captured by Negan's group while on the hunt for the woman who killed your gf's dad.

This dude would not stop making sex jokes at you,and your girlfriend HATES it.

The two of you somehow manage to escape after a while of being held captive, but now not only are you hunting her father's killer,but you're also being hunted by Negan's people.

I love my brain sometimes.

If I think of this hard enough I might make it an image, either this,or Ellie being a Savior and capturing Reader while she's out scavenging.

It's pretty fucking noticeable I'm a huge fan of tlou and twd.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

The way he knew he had the crowd wrapped around his fingers. Those same fingers skillfully playing the guitar along with his bandmates.

Bonus details!

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (The Exterminators Inc)

O. The Exterminators Inc.

A special chapter for Wildcats TWD au

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Summary: How, against all odds, acquired the skills to survive this long.

Pairing: None for this chapter 

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, DEATH, use of heavy artillery, religious remarks, discussions about domestic accidents with guns, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: This is some sort of backstory for the reader, you don’t have to read it though, it might help to understand chapter VI. “The season to mourn”, and chapters VII. and VIII. 

“Guns don’t kill people, people kill people”, he said lightly

“My mom traumatized me when I was young, always telling me this horror stories about accidents in the home with kids and guns”, he hummed

“And they are true”, he answered, he walked towards you, grabbed you by your shoulders, “but now your life will depend on it”, he said with a grave tone, “you understand?”, you nodded, “grab it, grab it properly”. You did, your hands were shaking, it was heavy, our right index finger twitched when it caressed the trigger. You pointed at the target practice at the end of the warehouse where you were hiding

“It’s shit”, you said shakily, you didn’t really know what to say

“This gun”, he said, “it’s what might save your life in the world out there, do you understand?”, you nodded, “do you?”

“Yes”, you muttered

“You shoot it, this piece of metal won’t do anything you won’t tell her to do, alright?”, you nodded, “now take out the safety”, you did, as he had instructed you earlier, “you handle the gun, the gun doesn’t handle you, it’s an instrument, to your will, get it?”

“I GET IT!”, you said, exasperated

“Do it then, again, disarm it, arm it, secure it, take off the safety, and shoot again, and then we’ll move to the AK’s”, he commanded. You watched him walk away from you and to your friends, or rather, teammates

Last weeks had been so surreal you didn’t even know what was going on. You were at a freaking airport when it happened. From a second to the next all the planes were grounded, you had even surrendered your bag to be stored inside the plane, you were in the freaking boarding room when it broke in the news.

They let you leave, or rather, they couldn’t contain all the people, you took a van with several others back into the city, yet, you never made it.

You were stuck in the highway, and you ran again.

You were trapped inside a Bass Pro shop for a week, and it was a well seeked place because it had all the necessary utilities to survive out there,in the wild. Of course, back then you never realized how lucky you had been, nobody really knew what this was about, but you took a first aid kit, some tools, and your beloved ax.

You then end up in a “refuge”, impulsed by the last attempts of a government the US had.

You had a small group of soldiers who rested inside that huge warehouse, rested at night and fought the living dead in the daylight, protected you.

That’s when the army fell, that is when they bombed the city. The Warehouse were in the outskirts, luckily

Everything fell like dominoes after that.

From the group of fifty men only one survived.

Wyatt, he would make you call him Mayor. You had actually befriended him, he was older than the rest, the leader of his battalion. Sergeant maybe.

And soon he was going to become the leader of yours.

The refuge was overrun on the 30th day.

Mayor took you and three more out of there, when the dead took the warehouse as their own.

You were kind of forced to go back to the city. hold up in an abandoned building, clearing them out, until you found the perfect one, the entire first floor had been blown out by the bombs they threw to try to eliminate the threat,

But the second, third, fourth, was completely usable, you held up there.

It was like one of the zombie movies you liked.

The most unusual group, an elderly badass, military man, a badass girl who liked computers and mastered the comms, a big man with a heart of gold… and a dickhead with a love for guns and little scruples, who seemed to be in his element.

“You need to learn, pick your weapon, and get to know everything about it, when you do, you’ll only need to pick it up to know if it’s charged or not, and if you good enough, maybe even tell how many bullets are inside” he kept saying out loud, “this isn’t a movie, you will count your shots, got it?”, he said then, “that might save your life, that might be the difference between life and death, to know how many shots you still got in that magazine”

He had trained the fear of guns out of you.

“Today, we are jumping off of buildings”, he said

“You are teaching us parkour?”, you asked, not convinced

“You are some of the least athletic people I know”, he said, “you need to learn these things, climbing can save your life”

You believed “can save your life”, was the most spoken phrase of Mayor, and you always smiled when he said it.

You were never the star athlete of any group you had been in, including this one, of course Baer would jump up and down and was like a ninja, but you?, you struggle to get up a half wall of 1mtr. You were in deep shit, you had been lucky so far, but things could turn quickly.

It was some of the worst weeks of your life, at the end of the day you felt like your entire body was aflame, but Mayor taught you how to use your body, your weight, in your own advantage, and even better, he told you that life was not only about the X or Y, but Z as well, vertically.

It was amazing. You felt powerful.

You could climb now, and everything was going to be easier, you were becoming stronger, faster, you could manipulate every gun, or at least the most common ones, and you were not afraid of them anymore.

Mayor taught you everything he knew.

You had always carried a knife, a gun and a weapon of your choice, you had your ax. Your friends all carried weapons, and you began to hunt the dead down.

When you overcome your first horrid impressions it became scary easy to take them down, they weren’t people anymore, the souls weren’t there, they were just corpses moving, it made it even more easier the fact that they tried to kill you.

You discovered quite easy that yo I were a fighter and not a flyer.

All of those you encountered you ended. Mayor had all these weapons from the military, which gave you a cool advantage.

“I always wanted to have one of these”, you said with a wide smile, looking at the beautiful white Toyota Tacoma with black fixings, you had found in a garage, full tank and all.

“Let’s mount the machine gun”, Mayor commanded, as you found a huge one that belonged to the army. And the ammo to go with it.

“With this! we are the exterminators INC”, said Baer, you laughed, “you call us and we’ll…”, he stopped himself on his tracks. Then it suddenly hit… nobody was going to call you, you weren’t saving anyone on the spot… you were sort of… avenging the fallen world.

It took the five of you to do so, to install the huge machine gun, and finally, you had wheels now, to wreak havoc on the dead, and take back the city of Atlanta.

“The world is for the living”, Mayor would say.

Soon you had a reason, a goal, to rid cities from the dead, to give the living a chance, you’d realize that it was you VS them, the living against the dead, to needed to wipe them out, to start fresh, to eliminate the threat as it were.

You’d watch the dead, their behaviors, soon, they started to go on herds, they could enter this state of hibernation, but it could be quickly awaken, and other interesting facts, that seemed too obvious at first, they were attracted by noise, specially noise, and smell, and sudden movements.

You started by the suburbs, killing every fucker that you encountered, it was some sort of training ground so you could move onto the big city, downtown, the real deadzone.

You felt like in one of those cool action movies.

Until you bite more than you could chew.

You were finally moving inside of Atlanta, right in the thick of it.

You were camping in an apartment building that night. You felt like this is the last day you were going to be on this earth, tomorrow you go to hell mouth, in a silly attempt to kill all the dead from the city, at least those who were on the streets anyways.

Amy Jun, the only other girl on the team had found an old city map and was drawing strategies for where to go, and exit routes especially

Mayor actually had made dinner this time, a very protein filled-meal (canned protein, but still),

You were sharpening your ax and cleaning your gun.

Baer was reading an old playboy magazine you found, chuckling every three second. You tried not to pay much attention to him.

And Pope… well…

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace”, you heard him mumble, reading his bible by the fire you had set inside a trash can.

“Shut up!”, called Baer, “who are you, the pope?”, he asked angrily. feeling some sort of Catholic guilt you’d supposed?

“Let him read”, you said, as you always found it peaceful, and he read the most meaningful passages anyways.

You got up and exited the apartment, and you went all the way to the roof, to stand some sort of guard

It was surreal, the new world you’d live in, you were in the biggest cities in Georgia, and it was so quiet, you could barely hear some grumbles in the far streets. Everything was in the dark… all of it, the whole scene, was haunting.

You felt Mayor coming near you, you barely looked at hi,

“I don’t understand what am I doing here”, you said quietly, “I didn’t know how to wield a weapon, I could barely shoot”, you mumbled, “before you saved me and trained me”, it was true, in the shelter there was so many people “eligible” for the job, for surviving, for thriving in a world like this.

“You know why I chose you?”, he asked proudly, “I saw it in your eyes…there is something poetic…”, he said, slowly and carefully, “something almost mythical, tragic… about when a good person it's made to do terrible things, with no choice but to execute them”, he said slowly, the words sinking into you, “they say when a good man goes to war… even the devil clenches it’s buttcheeks” , you both kept looking at you and then you both just broke into laughter

“Who said that?!” You said with a grin.

“I did, just now”, he said unapologetically, “All the devils go on the run… when a good man goes to war”, he quoted the real phrase, although you liked the other one better

“I saw it in your eyes”, he echoed, “the resignation”, he said, “the resignation of having to go to war for your very right of being alive”, he said, “that is why I chose you”, he placed a hand on your shoulder and left you.

The very next day was going to be one of the most adrenaline-filled, unbelievable days of your life. The exterminators inc. were in full swing, Baer, as he was the biggest and strongest one, was shooting the machine gun, while Amy, Mayor, and you were shooting your guns and. You were at it for hours, as the loud noises of the guns draw even more fuckers.

It was a very good first day of cleaning. You found a tank, surrounded by fuckers, you cleaned it all up and found good ammo and a couple of granades. That you were going to use the very next day, to draw them out and kill some more.

Although the city was mostly sacked, you still could find some interesting things.

But things went south pretty quickly. they caught you in a close street, you were running low on ammo, the trucks a few blocks away, you had advanced more then you thought and soon you were surrounded.

You opened a hallway to scape the herd, but Mayor he… stood back, screamed for them to get him, and when they did… he blew himself up.

You had played the scenario over and over in your head, wondering time and time again if anything you’ve done could have been done differently, to obtain a different outcome of the situation, but you couldn’t.

The group unraveled after his death

Bear wanted to take over the leadership, but you didn’t trust him, he was immature, he was violent, he wasn’t as smart as he thought himself to be.

The second to go was Amy.

Of course Baer’s strategy was to go guns blazing into that military warehouse, you’d never think you’d find the whole battalion turned.

Again you didn’t have the truck, you were running low on ammunition.

You barely made it out alive

You lost Amy, you could still feel the phantom grip she had on your wrist when they sank their rotten teeth into her.

Baer just thought about her an extra mouth to feed, not that he fed you anyways.

“We can’t keep going on like this”, said Pope, “we need to be more careful”

“This wasn’t my fault!”, muttered Baer, even if nobody said anything, you’d thought about it, “she was careless”

“We were careless” you said, “we went in there blind!”

“We still got ammo”, he defended childishly

“But we lost Amy”, you whispered

“Is not like she did much”, she grumbled under his breath, you felt pope’s eyes on you, watching your reaction, scared of the coming fight

“She was the one who always made sure we have plans, and contingency plans, and escape routes!”, you said, “if it wasn’t for her we’d all be dead already! She was the brains on the team”

“oh yeah?”, he said, with a cruel look on his face, “and what are you?”, the heart you’d thought. But you got quiet. He only laughed cruelly

“You know why he took you with us?”, he asked leaning into you, “because you have a good ass, that’s all”. You punched him so hard in the face he actually stumbled a couple of paces back, grabbing his cheek. You walked away from him, into your room, leaving the door open, you started to pack a bag with your essentials. He followed you in

“What are you doing?”, he asked, enraged

“I’m out of here”, you said quickly

“People like you don’t make it out there”, he mocked, “where are you gonna go?”

“I’ll take my chances, anywhere’s better than here”, you bit out. You saw Pope, watching you from the corner, “you coming?”, you asked him

“I…”, he stuttered, calling your name in an apologizing manner. He was a bit cowardly, he was, and that was alright, but that mistake might cost him, “we will never make it”, he said apologetically

“Yes we will”, you said, “we will never make it with this prick!”, you said, pushing Baer out of your room.l, but he grabbed you, roughly, you swore you felt your life pass in front of your eyes, a ringing in your ears, when you saw him making a fist with his other hand.

Pope grabbed him, quickly. Making him stop

“Why don’t you make us a dinner, uh?”, Baer said, “make yourself useful”

He only chuckled, walking away.

He wouldn’t believe you'd do it.

You looked at Pope wide-eyed

“Don’t go”, he said, and you truly regret leaving him, not Baer, but him

“I will not stay, you, cannot stay”, you said, convinced

“We can go to Grady Memorial, ask for sanctuary there”, he said

“They’ll never take us”, you said back, you had encountered them a while back, “and even if they did, I don’t roll that way”, you did not want to commit yourself to voluntary servitude, thank you very much.

Baer was drunk, fast asleep when you sneaked out, after Pope basically begging you to stay.

But you couldn’t, you were afraid of Baer.

You took everything you could carry in a medium sized backpack, your gun, silencer and ax. And you abandoned the office building where you had been holding up.

You’d thought about taking the truck, but that would be too much.

Baer would hunt you down and kill you if you did.

You found another car instead, but you weren’t the only one, a man got inside it, while you were on the drivers seat, he pointed a gun at you, told you to leave your pack, to leave the car.

You didn’t

You shoot first.

And drove off

Maybe you were downplaying what happened, it’s been weeks, months in which you wondered if you did what was right, abandoning them, leaving to uncertainty, to nothingness, living on your own. Exclusively depending on you, alone.

The only comfort was yourself, your active imagination, your memories, it’s what kept you going, and for some days you found peace in solitude.

But you were growing tired.

You had been going through the woods for weeks on end, some days you couldn’t even find food. You could hunt for shirt with a knife, ax or gun.

Until you found a couple of houses. You found a good bounty, you found… or rather… they found you.

ACN: I don’t know if I managed to accomplish what I was looking for, but stil, enjoy.

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Negan x Reader - The Princess And The Bodyguard

For my amazing friend @little-diable 15k celebration! Congratulations again love!

Prompt in bold - Since her marriage the tales of her beauty had grown still greater. 

I hope you all enjoy this!

Warnings - Smut (under the cut), arranged marriage, death threats (18+)

“You’re an ass, you know that,” Y/n hissed as Negans thumb drew circles on top of her overly sensitive clit. 

He’d been teasing her for hours, bringing her to the edge of her release and then denying her at the very last second, just to do it all over again. 

But, despite her words, Y/n couldn’t deny that she loved every single torturous second of it. 

A dark chuckle fell from Negans lips as he pushed two of his fingers deep inside her dripping wet pussy, flicking her g-spot slowly as he leaned in closer to her.

“Still think I’m an ass, princess?” He asked, his lips ghosting over hers. 

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, instead the only sound that left her slightly swollen lips was a loud moan, as Negans fingers quickly pumped in and out of her. 

“You’re gonna get us caught, if you’re not careful,” he stated quietly, a triumphant smirk tugging at his lips as he placed his other hand over her mouth, quieting the shameless noises she was making. 

Y/n didn’t care. 

She knew this was the last time they were going to be able to be together like this; so she was going to make as much noise as she wanted. 

Negan knew this. 

And he loved it. 

He reveled in watching as her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure; he loved watching her squirm and writhe underneath him as she desperately chased the release she’d been craving and he’d been denying. 

“You wanna cum?” He teased, feeling her clenching around his fingers at his words; knowing the answer before the words could even leave her mouth. 

“Please,” she begged, once his hand was no longer covering her mouth.

The sound of Princess Y/n begging, that was a sound he would never get tired of hearing. 

“Cum for me,” he whispered as his fingers took up the fast paced rhythm once again. 

And just like that, Y/n fell over the edge she’d been made to teeter on for so long; a symphony of moans and half spoken curse words falling from her lips before Negans hand once again muffled the sinful noises coming from the princess.   

~~~~~

“This is the last time we can do this, princess,” Negan mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on Y/n's forehead, before pulling away from her completely and getting out of the bed to gather up the clothes he’d quickly discarded earlier. 

She knew it was the last time they could do this, she did. 

But she just wanted to be with Negan for a little while longer

“Stay,” Y/n's plea was barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Negan to hear; and drew his attention back to her. 

When his eyes met hers, he felt his heart begin to break; even more so when he noticed how her bottom lip was trembling as she tried not to cry. 

He didn’t want to go. 

His brain was screaming at him to just throw his clothes back on the floor, wrap his arms around her and never let go. 

He wanted to stay with her; but he knew he couldn’t. 

“We both know I can’t,” he answered back, sadness filling his eyes as he continued to get dressed, making sure he avoided any further eye contact with Y/n. 

He knew if he saw that sadness in her again, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from staying. 

He hated seeing her sad. 

And he certainly hated being the cause of it. 

But she was leaving. No matter how much he hated the idea of it, it was out of both of their control. 

“You could come with me,” she offered softly, moving off of the bed, the bed sheet wrapped around her body until she stood in front of him,  her gorgeous y/e/c eyes looking up at him.  

“You could be my personal bodyguard,” she continued, lifting her free hand to Negans face, gently caressing his cheek. 

He knew he could go with her. 

Her father had already asked Negan if he would go with her, to keep an eye on her and make sure that she was safe.

And he’d said no. Not because he didn’t want to; he did. 

But because he knew that if he had to watch the man that Y/n was arranged to be marrying, he’d kill him, the second he laid a hand on her, he’d be a dead man. 

Which wouldn’t have been good for anybody. 

Negan knew that this arranged marriage between Y/n and King Rick had to work for the sake of the kingdom. 

Y/n's father was an old man, he wouldn’t be able to rule forever; so Y/n, being his only heir, would have the throne. 

Naturally, her father just wanted her to be safe and looked after when he was gone; that’s why he arranged her marriage to King Rick. Her father knew he was an honorable man who would look after his daughter and his kingdom. 

On paper it was a perfect match. 

Except for the fact that Y/n loved Negan and Negan loved Y/n back.

“I can’t,” he whispered, lifting his hand to hers, wrapping his fingers around her wrist, wishing that he could just stay in this moment with her forever. 

“We both know I wouldn’t be able to look at you with him everyday, without wanting to-” he stopped the final words from falling from his lips, instead it was a sigh that came from his lips instead as leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. 

He was fighting every urge he had to kiss her again knowing that if he did, he’d never be able to let her go. 

“In another life, we're together right?” She sniffled, trying to stop the tears that were forming in her eyes from falling. 

That question….it was enough to break his heart completely. 

“Oh I fucking hope so, princess,” he replied, noticing how his own voice shook a little.

He pulled away slightly, pressing a quick kiss on her forehead before grabbing his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder and making his way to the door. 

His hand hovered over the door knob for a few seconds longer than it should’ve; his heart still fighting with his head; but deep down, he knew this was the right thing to do. 

And with that he left the room, quickly wiping away the stray tears that had fallen from his eyes, before walking through the halls of the castle as though he hadn’t just broken his own heart. 

~~~~~

It had been two years since Y/n's marriage to King Rick, and since her marriage the tales of her beauty had grown still greater. 

Everyone in Alexandria, King Rick's kingdom seemed to love her; especially the king of the kingdom himself, whose love and devotion was clear enough for everyone and anyone to see. 

Including Negan. 

Even though it made the blood coursing through his veins burn with jealousy, he couldn’t deny how much King Rick loved Y/n; and that’s what had made her the perfect target. 

Four days ago, Y/n's father had received word that his only daughter had nearly been assassinated whilst out on a horse ride at the borders of Alexandria.

Y/n's father was too ill to travel the three days it would take to get to Alexandria, which is why Negan was here. 

Not that there was ever really a question about it, regardless of whether he was sent by the King or not, he’d be here. 

Y/n's life was at risk, and there was no way in hell he was going to let anyone harm her.

[august-inthesea]

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HAPPY STAR WARS DAY EVERYONE!!! For this special occasion (and the release of tales of the empire) I’m bringing back inquisitor fives hehehehe

[tits-ass-dick-bisexual]

Company Policy

Request: @carlasnow29

I'd love to have one hell of a story with me and Negan Smith.  It can be as smutty as you want.  Like I am his dirty girl.  Pretty please?!  Thank you!

An AU where the apocalypse doesn't happen and Lucille never existed. Reader is a massage therapist and her next client is Negan Smith.

Negan Smith x Female Reader

!Minors Do Not Interact!

You were setting up your station, washing your hands and making sure everything was ready for your next client. Looking at the computer you checked who you were seeing next; Negan Smith.

The door opened, walking in there was a man with black hair and a huge grin on his face. "Name?" you asked, making sure it was your client, there had been many times where people had tried to get a free massage. "It's Negan mothe' fucking Smith, little lady" the man replied, a twinkle in his eyes.

Slightly caught of guard at how confident he seems, you compose yourself before gesturing to the massage bed with fresh towels on it. "Alright, if you'll take everything off except your boxers and lie here, we can get started."

🍒🍑🍆

"Mmm, yeaah that's gooood" moaning as your hands worked on all the knots and kinks, Negan slowly grew more relaxed as he practically melted into the bed.

You find a particularly tough knot at the bottom of his back, starting to massage it you hear a loud, relieved moan leave the client. "Shit- yeah, ooh yeah I needed this."

'Clien, he is a client, you could get fired so don't even think about it, no matter how hot this god for a man is' you thought, trying to stay focused on your job and not on how you could go about going against company policy without getting caught.

🍒🍑🍆

"Ahh- aahh shi- shit, fucking hell!" More moans filled the room, except this time they were high pitched and breathy. You're not entirely sure how or when but you'd found yourself in your client's lap as he thrust up into you, his cock was fucking huge, throbbing inside you.

"Yeah baby, that's it, fuuucckk yeeahhh!" Negan bounced you in his lap, grunting with each thrust as your walls cleched around him. "God- fuck yeah, you feel so fuuucking good, shIT!"

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his dick reached further and further, constantly hitting that spot you couldn't quite reach with your fingers alone. It felt so fucking good!

"Ha- ahh shit- I'm gonna- shit Negaann!" You were so close, so close to cumming. "Yeah, me too baby, come on, cum on my fucking cock- shit!"

You scream Negan's name, your vision going white as you cum all over his throbbing cock. Not moments later, Negan follows, curses and groans falling from his lips as his head tips back.

"Ugh- fuck that felt good" you sighed as you finally came down from your high, your legs shaking as you drag your body off of him.

"Heh, your telling me, think I went near damn blind for a moment there!" Negan laughed as you sat back in his laugh, still catching your breath. "Ughhh I'm so fired!"

You both looked at eachother before breaking out into laughter. Fuck Company Policy!

🍒🍑🍆

Peaches

I'm sorry this one's so short, especially for a request but i just really struggled to write for Negan for some reason? My brain was just not braining but i got there in the end!

I hope you liked this, thank you for reading!

[virginsexgod69]

❝ Yes, Professor Grimes ❞

A college/ university AU featuring Professors Grimes and Dixon and Coach Negan

*all of these one shots take place in the same universe, but can be read independent of each other. if you'd like to make requests for this au, feel free!

✎ Proud of You - Rick Grimes

summary Rick comforts you after finding out your biggest fear is disappointing him.

✎ Jealous - Rick Grimes + Daryl Dixon

summary After getting drunk with your friends, you wake up at Professor Dixon's place where you explore something new. Rick lets you despite the jealousy brewing inside him.

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Unhealthy Attachments pt. 6

Dinner

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Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader

summary Having dinner at your house with your gym coach was never something you could've imagined tags things start warming up

wc 1.2k

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Upon hearing the doorbell ring, you hurriedly dressed yourself in the dress you picked out earlier. It was off shoulder and red and white, in the pattern of a picnic blanket. It fell to your upper thigh, but you didn't care that your parents wouldn't approve. It accentuated your breasts far more than you'd like and you felt a bit naked having your shoulders exposed like this, but you tried not to care. 

"Sweetie, our guest is here, come down!" your mom shouted as you scrambled to get your makeup done.

"Coming!" you shouted as you finished applying you mascara. 

You hurried down, almost tripping, and stopped in your tracks when you saw Negan. He wasn't dressed as fancy as he was on Sunday, but he looked good. His white button up wasn't buttoned all the way and his shirt was tucked into his black pants. He was making idle conversation with your parents, but the words died on his mouth when he looked up and saw you coming down the stairs. Your parents turned to look too, however, their expressions were more akin to disgust than Negan's shock. You could tell they wanted to send you up to go change, but didn't want to embarrass themselves in front of their guest. 

"Honey, go set the table," your mom curtly ordered. You smiled and gave Negan a small wave before heading toward the dining room and placing the cutlery atop each napkin. He just barely got his bearings together enough to wave back to you. He glanced over at you, watching as you set plates on each placemat. You looked so good in that little dress. His eyes almost physically hurt from the way he strained not to look at your cleavage or smooth, bare legs. He didn’t like the way seeing you in that dress made his dick twitch. He turned away from you, refusing to foster these thoughts of you. This wasn’t the kind of relationship he had intended when he said he’d spend time with you. No matter how much he wanted it, he knew it’d be wrong and he refused to drag you down, despite how tired he was on holding back. 

…

“Thanks for coming,” your father said to Negan at the dinner table. Negan sat next to him, directly across from you. “Thank you for havin’ me,” he replies after swallowing his sip of wine. You glanced up at your gym teacher from beneath your lashes, still in awe that he was in your house. The giddiness from earlier stayed with you, keeping you on cloud nine. You liked your little hangouts with Negan in his office during lunch, and were happy that they could happen outside of there. A friendship with him was what you originally wanted, but that day in the church changed something in you. Seeing him be so tender with you, kissing the back of your hand, holding you close, seeing him in that suit, it awakened a part of you that you work so hard to suppress. A part that was so sinful. A part that you were taught to hate because it went against your father’s teachings, the Lord’s teachings. But a part of you, an even bigger one, didn't care and just wanted Negan. You've never felt the way that Negan made you feel. 

 His hazel eyes connected with yours, but instead of shyly looking away like you usually did, you held his gaze. He was actually the first to look away. The chatter that floated across the room was just background noise to you, as your focus was split between your food and Negan. Negan, however was engaging in the small talk and not paying much, or any attention to you. You didn't like that. You toed off one of your mary-jane shoes and found his leg with your bare foot, caressing beneath his pant leg. He choked on his food and his eyes snapped up to yours, but you stared down at your plate, pretending to gather a bite of food. You parents glanced at him as he choked, but he waved them off as he gulped down a few sips of wine. The feeling of his hairy leg against the soft skin of your feet made butterflies in your tummy. 

  Once everyone was through eating your father ordered you to clear the table, which you did. When you leaned down to take Negan's plate, you made sure to bend over just enough to give him a better view of your cleavage. You could see him checking your breasts out from the corner of his eye. You gave him one last lingering glance before taking the dirty dishes to the kitchen. You placed them all in the warm soapy water before you began cleaning them. 

"What in the hell was that?" Negan asked, alerting you that he was now in the kitchen. He'd never seen this side of you before- hell, you haven't either-, the one that could be so bold and flirtatious. It intrigued him just as much as it shocked him. He wanted to see how far you'd go.

"What was what?" You replied with artificial innocence. He approached the sink and stood directly behind you. The feeling of his body heat on you made your hands shaky with nervousness. He placed his hands on either side of your upper arms, causing your breath to get caught in your throat.  

"I know you know damn well what the fuck I'm talkin' about," he whispered in your ear. You shuddered when you felt his soft lips brush against the shell of your ear with each sharp whisper of his words.

"N-no, I don't," you lied, doubling down. You wanted to see how far you could take this 

"It's wrong, y'know. What you're tryna fuckin' do. I am already crossing a fuckin' boundary by agreeing to spend time with you, but whatever goddamn games you're tryna play have to stop," he chastised. You pouted at him innocently, batting your eyelashes for good measure. 

"Dunno what you're talkin' 'bout!" He groaned in disbelief at your response. You put the last dish in the dish rack and dried off your hands. 

"Ready for dessert?" you asked, completely disregarding everything that just happened. 

...

Negan stayed a little while longer for dessert. During that time, you stayed far away from him, too chicken to finish what you started during dinner. You had no idea what you had got yourself into to or how to even handle what Negan would do in response to that. So you avoided him. It wasn't like you could've done much anyway, considering your parents were right there having dessert alongside you. 

It was almost 9 o'clock when Negan got up to leave. 

"Honey, go see our guest out," your mom ordered as she cleaned up the dessert plates and forks. You internally flinched at the thought of having to come face to face with him again that night, but nonetheless got up and walked him to the door. You could feel him smirking down at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. You opened the door to the house and Negan stepped outside. 

“Thanks for havin’ me,” he said. 

“Yeah, sure thing,” you fumbled with the skirt of your dress as you rocked on your heels, still too nervous to look up at him. His bent forefinger tilted your chin upward to force you to look up at him. Your entire face felt hot when you looked up at him with wide eyes. His tongue seductively swiped across his lower lip and he eyed your body hungrily. 

“G’nite, doll,” he drawled, his southern accent coming out thick. 

“Night, Negan,” you whispered. 

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