#the walking dead arat

[officertired]

Behind every powerful man is his lesbian best friend

[smalltowngunshow]

images I made using instagram dot com!!!!!!!!!!

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

Every Savior AU needs:

Laura and Arat lesbian moms

Negan being a dad

Daddy issues

Wives content

Trauma

[sarcasmchandlerbing]

The Walking Dead characters collages pt. 4

(In order: Kal, Andy, Eduardo, Simon, Dwight, Negan, Bertie, Sherry, Tina, Michelle, Molly, Paula, Bud, Eastman, Jiro, Gary, Gavin, Arat, Joseph, Jared, Laura, Tanya, Amber, Frankie, Emmett Carson, Richard, Daniel, Dianne, Nabila, (King) Ezekiel, Shiva, Jerry)

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

All the Black Femmes || The Walking Dead

I really didn’t do tags for all of the uncredited and/or one time appearances, and I ONLY used IMDB for the set, so if they didn’t have a photo on there, I didn’t include. Still wanted to put them on the list though.

Similar to the Star Wars ATBF POST, I’ve provided the BFCD links to the characters that are featured on the blog and also the actresses playing the roles, if I found any content for them. I didn’t bother with the nameless characters, as I definitely didn’t have the energy to search for their content in the various TWD tags, but I still included the links to their tags for this blog, in case you’d like to see their faces again (since most likely their The Walking Dead portrayal didn’t get a lot of screen time).

Characters with existing content:

Annie | Arat | Bertie | Connie | Cyndie | Jacqui | Max | Michonne | Nabila | Nora | Sasha 

Wikis for those who I couldn’t find content for:

Briana | Dr. Stevens | Jeanette | Jenny Jones (Morgan’s Wife) | Jocelyn | Maya (Alexandria, Listed only as “Woman” on IMDB) | Maya (Meridian) | Sally | Vickers | Zia 

BFCD Links to The Stars: Content will be added as becomes available

Danai Gurira | Sonequa Martin Green | Lauren Ridloff | Angel Theory | Elizabeth Faith Ludlow | Medina Senghore | Tamara Austin | Nadine Marisa | Margot Bingham | Karen Ceesay | Sydney Park | Jeryl Prescott | Rutina Wesley | Donzaleigh Abernathy | Brianna Butler | Yvette Nicole Brown | Ciera Payton | Sharon Conley | Shellita Boxie |

[littlegodzilla]

Vis a vis.

Part 3.

Warnings: little angst, little fluff, little smut.

Words: 3900

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @green-eyedladywrites @thefemininemystiquee @xxtinasxxblog @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338

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"What are ya doin'?" you hear his voice right behind you, you roll your eyes, but continue to carry several bags up to the car parked in the driveway of Alexandria. "I'm talkin' ya." He insists.

"What do you want, Dixon?" you turn and he frowns.

"Don't call me that..."

"I don't have time for this, Are you going to tell me what you want or not?" you insist fidgeting nervously, he looks around and growls.

"Yer goin' with the Saviors; Rick told me."

"Yeah, that's right." You shrug.

"Why? why are ya helpin' them? Ya were a prisoner there too, y'know what they did to us." He looks at you blankly, advancing a few steps toward you.

"Why? Because they're not all bad people, besides Rick wanted to send you, but we both know it wouldn't be good for you, that place has marked you too much, so I was talking to Rick and he accepted my proposal."

"What proposal?"

"I'm not going to take them to the Sanctuary, we'll go to the forest, by the river, near the sea, the factory where they had their settlement is worthless, it's dead land, nothing will grow there and they need to survive, like everyone else, so we'll raise a new community."

"Yer crazy?" he looks at you without giving credit. "Y'ain't owe them anythin', y'ain't one of them, yer place is here, with yer people, yer family, with me." There is anxiety in his voice and you smile sadly, maybe at another time his words would have melted your heart, but now they only hurt.

"With you?" you smile again and advance a few steps towards him. "I made it very clear to you what was going to happen, Dixon." You tap his chest with your index finger and he recoils. "When we got back to Alexandria we'd take down Negan and the Saviors and that's what we'd done, and when it was all over, you and I would just be neighbors."

"No..."

"Yeah, you just brought this on yourself. I only asked you to trust me, but you took the word of a filthy, twisted man over mine first. That made me realize how little I thought I knew you."

"They tortured me, every day, every moment with ya, with Negan, they fed me dog food, I didn't..."

"You think I don't know? I was there too, I suffered too, but I always thought you knew who my loyalty, my faithfulness was to..." Your voice breaks a little and you look away trying to compose yourself. "But not everyone is the same, that's why I'm taking these people with me, many were mistreated and under appreciated by those who promised them they would help them, we all deserve a second chance."

"Them too?" he says pointing his head at Laura and Arat. They're Negan's soldiers, they were never particularly kind to you, but you should keep an eye on them.

"If you don't need anything else, I'm busy, Dixon." You insist and watch as he bites his lip several times.

"Don't go." he asks you

"It's too late for that." You reply and put the last bag in the car before you start walking with the rest of the Saviors. The gates of Alexandria close preventing Daryl from seeing where you're going.

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Six years later.

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You pick up the cage into the water, there are several crayfish inside, you smile contentedly, since you've been in that new community things have been going well. There have been some setbacks, you had to be tough with some former Saviors, you had to exile Justin, but he came back with some Saviors who were still loyal to Negan, the community was about to fall, but everyone was by your side defending that place, the people who had been mistreated by Negan all that time were fed up with the beatings and insults, so they defended the walls as best you could. The first years were hard, raising a new shelter, fighting the Walkers at the same time, plus the small rebellion, you were about to throw in the towel, but you were not alone. Rick and the others helped with the construction of the community, the wooden walls was the hardest part, felling the trees, calculating well the space and the size you would need for all the people, to calculate how many things could be built inside, how to organize the areas both for living and farming or the guard areas to watch that nothing and nobody gets close to the settlement.

It's been six years since the last war against Negan and you decided to leave Alexandria to help those people to have a second chance and you have to admit that you don't regret it. You have been pleasantly surprised with the results, now you have a safe place, people have changed, even Laura and Arat who you didn't trust have shown that they can be loyal warriors and protect and take care of all the people inside your walls. Rick has formed a group among the communities composed of the leaders to talk about the progress and if there are any difficulties that can be solved together, sometimes Rick sends people from Alexandria to other communities to lend a hand and vice versa. Once a month, after Michonne created with Judith a calendar, you would make a meeting in Alexandria, from King Ezekiel with Carol, Maggie with Glenn and Hershel and you with Laura, among your girls, Laura is the most tolerated by the others, she has become amazingly and you feel you can trust her, although you won't admit it out loud.

You leave the crabs in the basket to prepare the trap again when you feel a thump on your arm, you turn around ready to hit whatever is there, but you are surprised to discover a dog. The canine is panting loudly wagging its tail and you laugh putting your hand on its snout to get it to sniff you before petting its huge head.

"Hey boy, where did you come from? Are you alone?" You talk to him as you stroke under his ears.

"No, he's not." You listen behind your back and tense up like a rope.

You haven't forgotten that voice, you would never forget it, you know that, but it is true that you haven't seen him for a long time. Since you left to form the new community, your trips to Alexandria have been scarce, and when you have been there you have not coincided, Michonne told you that he went to the forest after you left, he could not stand knowing that Negan was in the cells of Alexandria and that they were not going to do anything with him, hatred and anger were stronger than him.

"Was it my fault he left?" You once said to Michonne.

"I didn't say that, Daryl is a grown man, he makes his own decisions. We know very little about what happened to you guys, but nothing he does or doesn't do is your fault."

And there it was, after six years, you meet again. You slowly get up from the ground letting the animal run up to the man and sit down next to him. Daryl pulls down the hood of his green raincoat and you watch him closely, the matted hair, the tired and dirty face, the long graying beard, you discover new scars on his face along with a handful of wrinkles, age escapes no one. Yet you have to admit that he looks more handsome than the last time you saw him.

Your heart may be broken, but you've never stopped loving him. You know you can never stop.

It doesn't go unnoticed that your heart is going a mile a minute and your body is begging you to go up to him and hug him, however your head is screaming at you not to, to be reasonable, you are still hurting for him, you can't let your emotions get the better of you.

"Hey, girl" He greets you with a growl and you feel goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Hey, Dixon..." You reply watching as she forms a grin-like grimace. "You're far from home..."

"Ya too..."

You are about to correct him, but you know what he means, you smile a little and show the basket with the crabs, you see him nod and he shows you the squirrels he is carrying tied, you are both in the same hunting area, you don't mind, you know that Daryl only hunts just enough for himself and at most he will take a big prey for Alexandria, but he never overhunts.

"Do you want to come along? Maybe your partner needs some food or water." You say pointing to the dog.

Daryl follows your movements, he wants to refuse because he still doesn't think he can forgive the people who tortured him and did nothing to stop it, but on the other hand he doesn't want the conversation to end there, it's been six years since you last spoke and it was goodbye, so whatever you're offering him now, he wants to take it. He nods and walks down the hill where he was watching you to come to your side. Your smile gets a little wider and now you can't hear your voice being rational, when you have him next to you, you can't control yourself and allow yourself to hug him. The man for a second would like to push you away, you are both suffering with that separation and he aches for the touch of your body, but he can't, he misses you. He circles your body and presses you against him lovingly, stroking your hair, tangling his fingers in your hair.

"S-Sorry." You whisper breaking the embrace, smiling shyly at him, Daryl shakes his head.

"Never mind, let's go to yer community."

The smile on your mouth falters a little, but you set off at the same time, next to each other, the dog following a few steps behind you as if watching to make sure no one is following.

"Rick told me you had left Alexandria..." You comment trying to sound casual.

"A lot of us left when the war against Negan ended..." He growls and you look sideways at him, you don't remember his voice being so raspy. "I needed to get out of there... I knew if I stayed I'd end up killing him..." He shrugs and you nod, understanding him. The same thing would have happened to you. "And ya? I heard ya had a hard time."

"Yes, it was hard at first... everyone helped to raise the community but I had some altercations with some Saviors, I had to... exile several of them, but they came back and I had to take care of them..." You're not proud of what you did, but you had to do it to keep the community at peace.

"I'm sorry..."

"No, I knew I would have to take care of those things, not everyone was happy..."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to help ya." You specify and your stomach clenches.

"Daryl..."

"We're here." He cuts you off and stares at the huge wooden door. "The place is huge, that's obvious."

"Thanks." You laugh softly and motion for them to open the doors and let you through. "We've worked very hard."

When the doors open on the other side Laura and Arat are waiting for you, it's a protocol you always follow when you are out of the community and new people arrive, they take care of welcoming them and making sure they are not hostile. They have never failed you, they have never failed to judge people. When they see you together with Daryl the two women share a look with you that makes you blush, Arat is sharp-tongued and never hesitates to put you in an uncomfortable situation, but Laura stops her before she opens her mouth.

"Everything okay, boss?"

"All good, I went to the river for crabs." You reassure them by handing them the basket.

"What about the dog?" asks Arat looking sideways at Daryl.

"No, the dog is just along for the ride." You joke.

"Oh good...what about him?" she then points to the animal and you block a couple of times watching as the woman laughs.

"Get out of here both of you, come on." You scold them looking at Daryl apologetically as they leave. "Sorry, Arat has changed, but he's still hard to control."

"It's okay, I'm glad they respect ya and yer comfortable here..." He tells you sincerely even though it pains him to imagine that means you'll never return to Alexandria.

"Let me show you around." You tell him excitedly, tugging at his hand without being aware that you've held it tightly.

Daryl follows you without opening his mouth, holding your hand, admiring everything you have built here. He is amazed, the huge wooden walls, the small huts, the orchard near the river where there was a small mill but that brings water to the land so that the vegetables grow and at the same time generates electricity for the community, you have built four towers strategically to watch all the blind spots of the community and avoid any conflict, there are old people, couples who are starting, children, soldiers, all seem to live happily together and when they see you pass by they greet you and smile kindly. You have to admit that all those people deserved to be there. Daryl lets go of you for a moment when some children run out around him, laughing and playing. They stop next to him and watch him curiously, Daryl is new there, many of those kids have never seen him before, plus the dog next to the man seems to hypnotize them. You laugh when you see them petting the animal with care and it wags its tail contentedly for the attentions.

"Can we play with him, sir?" the girl asks shyly.

"Sure, his name is Dog."

"Come on, Dog!" The children start running and the animal takes off after them barking.

"Dog, really?"

"So ain't forget what it is." He jokes and you snort in amusement.

Daryl watches carefully as you make your way around the rest of the community, as you give some orders and put people to work, there is a hut that is a small school where other older kids come out of. You guide Daryl to your own cabin and arrange some paperwork, you keep a little journal of all the things you do to keep track in case things start to go wrong or the food dwindles.

"Ya've got it all well under control." he tells you looking around.

"Thanks, I try to make everyone feel comfortable..."

"What will ya do now? will ya go back to Alexandria?" his question leaves you surprised, you stop writing in your notebook and move your hands, nervous.

"Go back to Alexandria? I don't... Daryl, Alexandria is not my community anymore, I still love all its people, they are still my family and I'm glad to see them every time I go to the Council meetings, but..."

"Ya still got me..." He mumbles advancing a few steps towards your desk.

"You're not even there, you're gone too." You stand up and cross your arms, you're nervous, it's been a long time since you've seen him and now you feel the tension choking you.

"Ya wanna me to come back?" he steps a little closer.

"Daryl..." No, you can't let this be happening, you pulled away because you were hurting and your heart was broken and now he's there and you just want to kiss him.

"I'm sorry..." He whispers and rests his forehead against yours, you close your eyes for a second feeling your body shudder at his closeness. "I should never have doubted ya, I should never have believed what they were told." He keeps talking and your eyes fill with tears.

"You hurt me, Daryl, you broke my heart..."

"I know, ya weren't the only one who ended up heartbroken that day..." He confesses and his hands cup your cheeks. "I didn't know how to defend myself, Negan and his men did with my head what they wanted and I wasn't able to fight back..."

"Daryl..."

"I miss ya..." He whispers again and you feel his fingers tighten slightly in his grip.

You gasp holding him by the wrists, he leans you forward slightly though you hesitate for a second, but Daryl cuts the distance then kissing you intensely. You sigh feeling your body not stop trembling, you kiss each other with intensity, he glues his body to yours making you crash against your desk, his knee is placed between your legs at the same time his tongue is pushed inside your mouth. You moan holding on to his arms tightly, you spread your legs wider and he settles between them moving his hips against you.

"I need ya..." He whispers against your ear and you moan again.

"Please..." You plead pressing one leg against his waist.

That's all he needs to hear to grab your ass and make you sit on the desk. He breaks away a little to take off his crossbow and raincoat. Your eyes run up and down him, his unmistakable leather vest, his baggy jeans that now can't hide the bulge starting to grow under them. You can't hold back, biting your lip as he approaches you again and you squeeze his crotch rubbing your hand against the denim. Daryl grunts and leans his head against yours enjoying the touch of your hand. You seek his mouth again and kiss each other intensely, almost desperately, you bite his lips, suck on his tongue as you feel him burst inside your mouth. He grunts again grabbing you by the wrist to make you stop and pulls you down on the desk on top of you. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him from pulling away while kissing him as your hands tug desperately at his clothes wanting to strip him completely naked. Daryl wastes no time and does the same with you.

You know you should stop all this, you didn't bring Daryl there for that, however, as you feel his hands caress your skin, you can't stop, his huge hands touch your legs, from your ankles to your thighs, fingers tightening on your skin pulling some sigh from you as his mouth kisses and bites your neck, under your ear in a straight line to the hollow of your neck, your moments together before Negan took you to the Sanctuary were few and far between, but Daryl always knew how to treat you, and he certainly hasn't lost his touch.

An exhale escapes you as he wraps your legs around his waist and grabs your ass to lift you off the desk. You hold on tightly to his shoulders as he walks to an armchair you have off to the side in the office, sometimes you spend many hours cooped up there and need a comfortable place to rest. You never wanted it, but Rick gave it to you and Laura and Arat put it there for you. You have to thank them for that as soon as you can.

Daryl sits with you still on his body, he leans back and settles you on his lap making sure you're okay. You kiss again, long, intense, his beard leaves little reddish marks on your skin, but you don't care. You moan almost desperately as his mouth closes around your nipple, his tongue licking, his lips sucking. You throw your head back and wiggle your hips, feeling his hard cock, getting more comfortable trapping it between your lower lips, moving back and forth, soaking it with your wetness, listening to Daryl gasp but still stimulating your nipples. One of his hands goes down to your ass again, spanking you then grabbing your buttock with possession, you bite your lip enjoying every sensation of pleasure the archer was sending through your body. His free hand goes down to your clit and starts stroking it, you moan and stop him, holding his wrist, Daryl looks at you confused.

"I need you inside. Fuck me, Daryl." You beg him.

An animalistic roar escapes your mouth before you sit back down on the couch, you lift your hips as he holds his cock and you sit on it feeling it working its way inside you. It's uncomfortable, you're aroused and wet, but you haven't had anyone touch you for a long time and its size hurts, but you don't let him stop. When you are completely seated on his legs again you are both breathing hard, as if your soul is escaping from your body and you have to hold it in at all costs. You manage to look up at him, he hasn't taken his eyes off you, looking at you through his hair, panting like an animal, the thin film of sweat making his skin glisten in the dim light of the office. God you're about to cum just looking at him.

You lick your lips holding onto his shoulders and move your hips, very slowly, back and forth, adjusting to his size completely. Daryl is still waiting, not taking his blue eyes off you, waiting for your signal that he can start moving too. It's a small moan, a 'fuck' that slips past your lips as you feel him brush against a perfect spot inside you. Daryl can't hold back any longer. He's rough, he's wild, he's ramming so hard that for a second you fear he might break you in two, but you're not going to stop him. He's up again, he's thrown all your papers off the desk and laid you back down there, he's put your legs over his shoulders and started thrusting inside you hard. You feel the edge of the desk dig into your lower back cruelly, but you don't give a shit. With each new thrust your eyes roll and you can't stop moaning his name, cursing as his cock crushes that exact spot inside you, your whole body shakes and trembles feeling yourself on the edge and you dig your nails into his arms as the pleasure explodes and hits you so hard you lose consciousness for a second. Daryl roars moving desperately until he also feels his own climax coursing through him as your pussy clenches around his cock and he cums with a guttural moan, leaning over your body, crushing you against the wooden table, hiding his face in your neck, trying to catch his breath.

You both come down from your high little by little, becoming more and more aware of what just happened. Daryl carefully gets up and gets out of you, you hiss as you are now more aware of your aching pussy, he looks sideways at you and you can almost swear he whispers a 'sorry'. You sit down at the desk and reach for your clothes to get dressed, but everything is too far out of your reach and you doubt your knees can keep you upright. An awkward silence settles between the two of you, but Daryl seems ready to break it.

"Stay with me." He asks you, you look up at him and close your eyes for a moment.

"I can't leave with you, Daryl, I'm needed here, and I can't ask you to stay..." You whisper feeling tears come back to your eyes.

"Why? I'll stay, if ya ask me to."

"Because we both know you are not well here, Alexandria is your home, your family is there, your real people..."

"My home was a tent on the Greene farm." He says suddenly and you raise your head, surprised. "My home was prison, my home was Alexandria, for a while..." He stares at you and wipes away a tear rolling down your cheek. "My home was a room in the Sanctuary one day a week... My home is ya."

You burst into tears covering your face with both hands, Daryl wraps his arms around your body and rests you against his chest, he rubs your back wanting to comfort you and hides his own tears under the strands of his hair. You press him tightly against your body and he doesn't pull away.

"If Rick needs me, if Maggie or Glenn need me, if Carol asks for my help, I will never hesitate to give it to them...but I will always come back here, to you."

"To home..."

"To home." He nods kissing you again.

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The End.

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Yes, I have deleted a community, but I have never liked them, since they appeared, so I have decided to supplant them a little, sorry, not sorry....

Anyways I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

[taiturner]

THE WALKING DEAD | 9x02: “The Bridge”

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

The saviors are just a bunch of lgbts let's be real.

[little-diable]

Last breath - Negan (angst/fluff)

Been writing on this for quite a while now. Enjoy. xxx

The song I’m mentioning is called “crash this train” by Joshua James. 

Word count: 2k+

Warning: mentions death and smut 

(Y/n) was going through all the different scenarios her mind could come up with, she was pretty sure, that she didn’t have much time left, the walkers were slowly encircling her. Groans were hallowing through the dark forest, her hands were calloused, legs were shaking, blood was dripping down from her lip, she was a mess. 

The sky was dark, it must have been around 7 pm by now, she lost track of time a long time ago. (Y/n)’s eyes wandered down to the watch on her wrist, it stopped working a few months back, but she never had the strength to pull it off, it had been a present from her grandma, something that reminded her of better times. 

(Y/n) had managed to find a community not too long ago, became friends with them, at least that’s what she liked to think, but as soon as they noticed, that (y/n) wasn’t one to follow meaningless rules and orders, they kicked her out, carried her out into the forest and left her to die. 

Death didn’t scare her, she wasn’t one to be blinded by her fears, liked to keep a clean head, to not think about the what ifs. She had a good soul, would give her life for her friends and family, not that she did have any left, she’d walk through hell and back for her people. 

Her fingers were tightly gripping her machete, (y/n) always had been a good fighter, she was able protect herself, she had to survive somehow after all. She was fast, knew how to move her body, where to hit the walkers, in order to stay alive. She tried to stay rational, mind wandering back to her previous training sessions with her dad, he had been a sheriff, knew how to shoot a gun and he also knew his way around a machete. 

“Never take your eyes off them, try to move as fast as you can.” His deep voice rang through her head, tears began to blur her vision, her dad had been her safe haven, her saving grace, her best friend, living without him by her side did hurt, every single day. Anger swapped over her, she didn’t have enough time with him, she’d do everything in that moment to hug him one last time. 

By now it was quite obvious, that there were too many walkers around, their groans shot shivers up her spine, (y/n) knew that her end was near, she knew that she would die in peace, ready to leave this earth behind. Not having to worry about her safety any longer, not having to think about finding food day in and out, didn’t sound as bad. 

The temperature began to drop, it was relatively cold for that time of the year, her leatherjacket couldn’t protect her any longer, (y/n) would either get eaten by the walkers or freeze to death. It was too dark to see any near by walkers, so (y/n) slowly sunk to her knees, eyes closed, hands not letting go of her weapon just yet. 

Suddenly her mind took her back to a Monday afternoon, a few years back, she was driving around town, sitting on the passenger side of her best friends car. Joshua James voice rang through the speakers, “Cuz if it dies in cold, when the clouds start to roll, is it then that your soul, starts to bleed.” The memory brought a smile onto her lips. (Y/n) could remember how carefree she felt in that moment, life had been easy, nothing major to worry about. The sun had been shining down on them, sun rays dancing across her face, tickling her nose, the sound of her best friends laughter made her chuckle.

Light rain began to fall down on her, thunder rumbled through the sky, lighting momentarily gave her a second to take in her surroundings. Eyes finding the dead, cold ones of a few walkers in the distance, her breath began to hitch in her chest, probably because her heart was currently fighting a losing battle. This was her end, (y/n) was sure of it. 

“Deep breaths my love.” Her moms voice reminded her once again, (y/n)s mind was taking her back to a better place, going through all her happy memories, a smile on her lips as she thought back to her life before the apocalypse. She felt content in that moment, ready to let go, if death would be this peaceful, (y/n) would be all in to finally take her last breath. 

Her mind began to play a few tricks on her, (y/n) could feel her mothers soft hand touching her cold cheeks, reassuring her that she wouldn’t leave her side, a tear left (y/n)s eye as she tried to touch her. Of course, she couldn’t really feel her mothers hand, but a wave of calmness overcame her, just as if her mother was standing right in front of her. 

“Don’t close your eyes, (y/n).” She couldn’t come up with the strength to fight against the will to let go any longer, (y/n) closed her eyes, she fell forward, cheeks pressed against the cold forest floor. “Just for a few minutes, mom,” left her lips, before finally giving into the darkness.

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He had been on one of his usual runs, trying to scavenge some food for his people, not talking about the bottles of whisky he liked to hide away for rough nights. It wasn’t unusual for him to walk around the forests near the sanctuary, of course with a few of his best fighters following him around, but Negan definitely didn’t expect to find a sleeping figure of a girl placed on the forest floor. 

She was too far gone to notice that somebody was nearing, her heartbeat began to slow down, she didn’t have much time left. His eyebrows were pulled together, wondering what the fuck she was doing. Why wasn’t she trying to save herself? Negan wasn’t used to seeing people giving up that easily. Something inside of him was telling him to save her. 

He crouched down next to her, feeling her fading pulse. “Fuck,” he checked her for any wounds and bite marks, as he couldn’t find any, he picked her up from the cold forest floor, threw her over his shoulder, walked towards the van that was parked a few feet away, killing some walkers here and there.

A scream left her lips as her eyes shot open, the way his shoulder was pressing into her abdomen, seemed to rip her out of her state. “Fuck, we don’t want to attract any unwanted attention, do we?” The voice made her shiver, breath hot against her neck, hand pressed over her mouth, now she realized that she was dangling over a strangers shoulder. 

(Y/n) couldn’t help but feel relieved, she was safe, at least for the moment, she felt too tired to struggle against his hold, not caring about any “stranger danger” her mom used to warn her about. “Don’t die on me doll.” Negan picked up his speed, basically jogging towards the van. 

She was shivering, her body was trembling against his hold, Negan wasn’t quite sure if it was because she was cold, or if she was scared of him. As much as an asshole he could be, Negan wanted her to feel safe around him, knowing that he wouldn’t let her die.

He placed her down on the passenger seat, not caring about the way her wet, dirty clothes were leaving stains on the seats, jogged around the car and managed to close the door just in time, escaping the walkers grip last minute. “Well, nice to meet you doll, I’m Negan, that’s Simon and Arat.” Just now (y/n) realized that a few other people were seated in the van, curious eyes watching her.

Her eyes rolled backwards, she breathed out a small whimper, her heart began to rapidly beat, she was going into shock. Negan wordlessly grasped the towel Simon pushed into his direction, trying to wipe away the blood from her chin and the cold sweat on her forehead. “Simon, you drive. Hurry, I don’t know how much time she has left.” He pulled her into the back of the van, placed in his lap, he desperately tried to keep her alive.  

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She woke up in an unfamiliar room, trying to locate where she was currently at, eyes finding green ones, “good morning, sleeping beauty.” A smile on Negan's lips as he sipped on his glass of whisky. “Where am I?” (Y/n) cringed at how raspy her voice sounded, she still felt tired, exhausted, not realizing that she had slept for hours on end.  

“At the sanctuary, place of my community. Welcome home doll.” He rose from the sofa, grabbed her a glass of water and placed himself next to her on the big bed. She couldn’t remember a day where water had tasted that good, (y/n) couldn’t stop herself from drowning the whole glass in one go, ignoring Negan's chuckles.

Carson had tried his best to save her, had to reanimate her a few times, (y/n) was a fighter, that was for sure. It would take her a few days to acclimatize herself, her body would need as much rest as possible, she almost had been dead for at least four times after all.

Negan wouldn’t leave her out of his sight, something about her pulled him in, he felt the need to take care of her, so he gave into his instincts, something he was quite good at. (Y/n) grew comfortable around him, would talk with him about god knows what, would laugh at his lame dad jokes, appreciating the way he was caring for her.

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It had been two weeks since that night, (y/n) had gotten her own room, only a few doors down from Negans, he told her to take it easy, to call him, if she’d need anything, secretly hoping, that she’d spend more time around him. The sanctuary already felt like home, (y/n) loved to walk around the garden, to help in the kitchen, putting her cooking skills to use. Negans eyes would watch her frame wander around the sanctuary, always keeping his posture, trying not to make it too obvious, how much he adored her, scared to chase her off.

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“Tea?” She called out to him, two cups of tea placed in her hand as she rammed the tip of her boot against his door, trying not to spill the hot water over herself. He leaned himself against his door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest, typical Negan smirk on his lips, “aw, did you miss me, doll?”

Things between the pair took an interesting turn that night, being the clumsy girl she was, (y/n) managed to spill some tea over his trousers, apologizing over and over again, while trying to dry off his crotch with a paper towel, not realizing the way she was putting pressure onto him. “Doll, you should have just told me that you so desperately want to touch me, no need to spill tea all over me.” He chuckled as he grasped her face, fingers running over her now flushed cheeks, eyes wandering down to her lips.

She instinctively closed her eyes, expecting to feel his lips on hers, whimpering as he finally attached his mouth onto hers, teeth gazing her lower lip, pulling on it, he was obsessed with her taste. (Y/n) couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips as he pulled her onto his lap, core placed against his bulge, almost naturally grinding her hips against his. Calloused fingers wandered underneath her shirt, exploring her skin, she was in for a night full of new experiences, buried underneath his body, bedsheets swallowing her frame.

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There hasn’t been a day where she didn’t thank her fate for crossing paths with Negan, grateful for the way he saved her, the way he took her in and gave her life a new meaning. The saviors were her new family, still, she tried to hide the thing that was going on between her and Negan, she didn’t like to be in the spotlight, would do anything to avoid any meaningless gossip. It was their own little secret, something to protect, to grow together and to explore each other fully.  

The more she got pulled into his life, the more she realized that he could be ripped away from her sooner than she may expect, the more time she tried to spend with him. Not longer caring about the stares and the whispers, she would relish in the feeling of being close to him, too scared that she’d lose him anytime soon. 

The other communities were slowly encircling them, she could feel that their end was near, coming to terms with the fact that the end of her second chance at life was at reach.

Her life took many turns, definitely more than she had expected, (y/n) was grateful for every moment she got to spend with the love of her life. He was her new home, her new safe haven, knowing that he’d protect her at all costs, just like she’d give her life for him. Something that would probably never change. 

[walkerwords]

“Firehouse Blues” Part 1 of 2 - Negan x F!Reader

PART II

Request from anonymous:  can you do a negan imagine where the saviors find a woman who's living alone in a huge building and has a lot of supplies and guns and the saviors try to take the supplies but she used to be a engineer and has a strong security system so no one can access the building. and one day she meets negan and agrees to a trade. thanks :)

Word Count: 3448

Warning: Swearing

Song I Wrote To: “It’s A Man’s Man’s World” by Jurnee Smollett-Bell

Note: Another two part request! I was originally going to post this as one, but I wanted to post something for ya’ll so here you go. I had a lot of fun with this one. Mostly cause I love writing flirty Negan! Part 2 will be up soon! Thank you!

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The first time you met the Saviors, you had given them a single warning. 

It was early morning when the trucks first rolled up to your firehouse. You had been living in the old fire station for about a year now and it had quickly become a fortress. With a mixture of scavenging and inventing, your home was not only well-armed but equipped with sophisticated security systems that included both machinery and the Dead. Being an engineer before the Turn, when you found the firehouse, it quickly became your new project. 

A multitude of traps, alarms, and mirrors was placed around the property. From certain vantage points, you could see every entrance and it would be a miracle if anyone or anything could breach your walls. The collection of Dead was your most recent idea and so far it was working. It had taken you a few weeks to get everything perfect, but soon enough, you kept at least ten Dead ones confined within the entrance area of the firehouse. If anyone was to get through the front door, they would have to get through a group of the Dead that you could release with a single pull of a lever.

When you heard the caravan of vehicles approaching your home, you acted quickly. With a few adjustments and two pulls of a lever, two large hoses deposited gasoline out front of the building, ready for you to ignite it if necessary. The entrance to the main yard out front was lined with two large fire engines that blocked the other traps that you had set up, two tripwires that would activate a loud siren, calling any Dead within a few miles towards the building. You were safe behind your brick walls, but your enemy wouldn’t be so lucky.

Sliding down the fire pole that was just off your makeshift bedroom, you crept towards the main area of the station. In the main garage, you could hear your Dead on the other side of the door as they waited in the administration area. It had taken you a while to get used to the noise, but now if you didn’t have the constant groans of your hungry companions, everything felt too silent. 

Climbing up one of the fire ladders, you looked through one of the windows at the top of the accordion door. In the bright sun of the morning, five trucks parked just behind the fire engines. Armed men and women exited the vehicles and gathered around your barrier, looking up at the firehouse in confusion.

You were aware that there were groups in the area. Some were considered safe havens, but of course, there were those who wanted what others had. Based on their weapons and how each of them carried themselves, you were certain they were the latter. 

You climbed down from the window and ran for your armory. You kept your weapons in many different places throughout the station, never all together in one place. In the garage was where you kept most of your smaller pistols as well as your explosives. Grabbing two pistols, you slid them into your holsters. You also grabbed your parabolic listening device. You had found the long-distance microphone on a run a few months ago. It wasn’t perfect, but it worked great when listening to conversations that were right outside your home. 

Making your way to the top level, you checked your traps along the way. Your Dead were secure, the tripwires fully ready, and every door was reinforced alongside automatic weapons that could be triggered with a few tugs of a rope. You then headed for your main “nest” as you called it. On the top floor of the firehouse, you had a full view of those who threatened your home and that is where you waited.

Peering through a rifle scope, you watched as a man with a rather impressive mustache exited the last truck. He walked with a swagger and a cocky grin on his face. He stared up at your fire station with gratification as if he had just won the lottery. Switching on the microphone, you held the disc towards the slightly open window and you listened.

“You know, when our new friend said this place was well-guarded, I thought he meant by actual men,” the man said. A woman to his left followed his line of sight with a frown. 

“Maybe he was wrong, Simon,” the woman said. The man, Simon, shook his head and walked between the fire engines, gauging his surroundings. You watched on in silence. 

“I don’t think so, Arat,” Simon said. “He said this place was a fortress. A fortress with guns,” he said with a wicked smile. At his words, your stomach turned. You knew who he was talking about. You had invited someone into your home a month earlier. His name was Justin and he had been starving, weak, and in need of shelter. He was a former Sailor with the Navy so you had offered him sanctuary. Clearly, that had been a mistake. The bastard had betrayed you and brought these pirates to your doorstep. “Spread out!” Simon ordered. “Find a way in.”

The men and women nodded to their leader and began fanning out over your property. You ignored the teams that went to the sides of the building. They would need a bulldozer to get through your doors and even then, you were prepared to take on any intruders. Your main focus was the man with the mustache. He seemed too confident in trying to take your place by force.

You watched him carefully, gauging all his reactions and how he scanned his surroundings. There was a moment when you considered taking him out. A single bullet to the heart would kill him and allow you to add him to your collection downstairs. However, you had a feeling that if you did, the cavalry would return and conflict was not what you were aiming for here. 

Simon picked his way towards the front of the building. You were surprised to see that he noted your tripwires almost instantly. He didn’t bother to disarm them as he stepped over each one and placed his hands on his hips. “I know you’re in there!” he sang, smiling up at the windows you sat behind. “Why don’t you come on out and we can discuss this like friends?”

Your eyes went to the gasoline that shimmered in the sun. Simon noticed it as well and toed it with his boot. “Careful, Simon,” Arat said, still behind the barrier the wires provided. 

“Something tells me, we aren’t going to get the full welcome wagon,” Simon sighed. “Okay then! Guess we will have to do this the hard way!” Simon then whistled and three of his men approached with a battering ram. You were annoyed when they also took care to avoid the wires. Clearly, you had to do a better job at camouflaging them. The men placed themselves at your front door, ready to take it down, but all you did was smile. Reaching over to your left, you pulled up on a yellow-painted-lever and released your Dead.

As soon as the ram broke down the door, ten lumbering Dead men and women attacked your intruders. You heard the screams first. Two men went down as the Dead converged on them. “Fall back!” Simon yelled, running back to avoid gnarled hands and teeth. In his hurry, he didn’t avoid the wires this time and instantly your home lit up with a fire siren. 

Simon and the others panicked as the Dead began appearing around corners. You had purposefully baited them with dead animals whenever you could. You found the Living avoided highly populated areas of the Dead so it played in your favor. Panic ensued instantly as the men and women retreated to their vehicles. You pushed open your window and leaned out slightly, making sure Simon could see you. Meeting your eyes, he glared, cursing. You smiled widely at him and then lifted your middle finger to the sky.

“You might wanna hurry up!” you hollered at him, “I don’t think they’ve eaten in a while!” you shouted, gesturing to the Dead that stumbled towards his people. Simon looked as if he wanted to shoot you right there, but he made the smarter choice and ran for his truck. 

“Go!” he yelled, jumping into the passenger seat and slamming his hand against the roof. The trucks raced away from your home, firing at stray Dead as they did. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched them flee. However, it was then that you realized you had to reset all your traps and you sighed in annoyance. The Dead would be easy to replace, but it was always a hassle to reset the wires and disperse the hungry bodies that surrounded the area after the siren. 

Speaking of which, you ran to the other side of the room and slammed your hand against the emergency shut-off button, turning off the deafening sound. Listening to the increased groans of the Dead, you picked up a length of chain that hung on a hook. “This is gonna take all night,” you said with a deep sigh, but you knew it was worth it.

You were considering adding more than ten this time. The only thing that would make the situation better was if you could get your hands on Justin and hang his traitorous ass on the front gate as your first warning. Perhaps one day you would get the chance, but for now, you had work to do. 

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It was two months later when you finally met the man in charge.

You were on a run for parts to fix a radio you had found in the boiler room when you heard the sound of clashing metal. Running towards the sound, you saw a supply truck tipped over on its side and the Dead circled it like sharks after prey. You thought about turning away. It wasn’t rare for people to come through your area of town. They would get into rough situations and either they lived or they didn’t. You never felt as if it was your duty to intervene. However, when you saw who exited the truck, you reconsidered. 

Climbing out of the passenger side window, a tall, handsome man slid to the ground. In his hand, he held a barbed-wire-wrapped baseball bat, and as soon as he got his bearings, he swung it, crushing in skulls immediately. You watched this man fight through the small herd of Dead as they attempted to make him their lunch.

His leather jacket was splashed with black blood and it seemed as if he was limping heavily. You figured he was injured from the crash, but it didn’t seem to stop him. It was clear to you that he was a survivor and that was what made you pull your weapon. 

You ran towards the man, firing on the remaining Dead. He turned to you in surprise before going back to swinging his weapon. Neither of you spoke as your dispatched the rest of the corpses. You then found three feasting on a body that hung limply out of the truck’s windshield. You pulled your knife and took them out, stabbing each of them in the back of the head.

When all was quiet, you turned to find the survivor bent over, leaning on his bat for support. “You alright?” you asked, slightly out of breath. 

“Am I alright?” he asked, slightly amused. “Shit, Darlin’, you’re the one who went all fucking Rambo on these dead assholes. I am more than alright considering how much badass I just witnessed,” he said and you found his deep voice incredibly soothing, even when he was swearing like a sailor. 

“Your injury,” you said, pointing at his leg, “is it a bite?” 

“Nope, just your average big ass cut,” he said, pulling up the leg of his pants. The wound looked deep, most likely from a piece of metal. Looking around, you made a quick decision. 

“I can patch you up if you want. My place is just around the corner,” you said, already regretting it. He looked at you for a moment before shrugging. 

“Figure I don’t have any other options,” he said, “Lead the way.” You went to his side and pulled his arm around your shoulders, giving him support. 

“Ya got a name?” you asked as you pulled him towards your firehouse. 

“Negan,” he grunted, clearly in more pain than he first led on. “And what can I call you, my white knight?” he asked, smiling down at you. 

“(Y/N),” you said, “and I’m no white knight. Just figured you’ve already had a shitty day. No need to make it worse.” Negan laughed, a broad smile encompassing his bearded face. 

“I’ll take it,” he said and you smiled slightly. You took Negan through a back alley and then down the main street that led to your home. As you got closer to the fire station, Negan swore under his breath. 

“What is it?” you asked, suddenly on alert for any danger. 

“You’re her, aren’t you?” he asked. 

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific there, bud,” you said, hauling him down the pavement. 

“The firehouse chick,” he explained. “My men tried to take this place a couple of months ago and you unleashed a shit ton of corpses on them!” he said, extremely exuberant. “Simon said you were a spitfire, guess he was right after all.” Hearing Simon’s name, you jerked away from Negan, throwing him to the ground. “Shit!” he swore. You pulled your pistol and aimed it at his head. “Whoa there!” he said, raising his hands.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you and mount your head on my wall?” you asked him, releasing the safety on your weapon. 

“How about the fact that you’re all about defense and not offense?” Negan offered as he stared down the barrel of your gun. 

“And how would you know that?”

“Simon said that everything that happened that day was all bells and whistles. Shit worthy of a badass and a badass you are,” Negan said. 

“Your men tried to rob me, take my weapons, and they didn’t seem to care about whether I had people inside,” you told him. 

“And did you? Have people?” he asked, his eyes flashing between the gun and your face. With a sigh, you dropped the gun.

“No, I prefer to be alone. Tried to have someone with me once and well, he went and told your boy Simon about my place. Haven’t seen him since, but I plan to gut him from head to toe when I do,” you said, holstering your weapon. “Do I have to do the same to you?” Negan grinned once again. 

“No, ma’am,” he said, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I’m quite fine with whatever you decide to do with me.” You rolled your eyes at his innuendo. 

“If I bring you inside, are you gonna try to take my shit?” you asked, your hand still resting on the pistol at your side. 

“Wouldn’t dream of stealing from the woman that is offering to nurse me back to health,” he said, tilting his head to the side. You offered your hand to him.

“I’m holding you to that,” you said and he took your hand. You helped him to his feet and resumed your earlier position. “I meant what I said about mounting your head.”

“I have no doubt that you did,” Negan said. “All the more reason for me to behave,” he said with a wink and you tugged him along with a jerk that had him tripping on the buckled sidewalk. 

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Arriving at the station, you took him through the side entrance.

Negan leaned against the brick wall as you unlocked the steel door with a series of latches and the help of a small crowbar. “What the hell did you do before all of this? CIA?” you looked up at him, annoyed. 

“I was an engineer, genius,” you explained, and with a kick, the door opened. You grabbed his arm again and hauled him into the building. 

“Yeah, I guess that makes more sense,” Negan said, leaning heavily on you. You closed up behind you and then took Negan down the hall towards the stairs. 

“If you fall, try not to take me down with you,” you said. 

“Have some faith, Darlin’,” he said as you started to ascend the stairs. “So, why a firehouse?” he asked. 

“It was convenient,” you explained. “And I like the area.” 

“Prime apocalyptic real estate, huh?” he joked. 

“Something like that,” you said as you finally made your way to the top level. You dragged Negan over to your bed and dropped him. “You’re a lot heavier than you look,” you panted. 

“It’s my big...personality,” he said with a suggestive smile. 

“More like your big ego,” you said before heading over to the cabinet on the wall. Negan peeled off his jacket, dropping his bat by his feet. You grabbed your first aid kit and a bottle of water and went back to him. Negan leaned back against the wall and you sat at his feet, prepping a bandage and antiseptic. “Roll up your pant leg,” you said. “And no, you do not need to take your pants off,” you said before he could say the lewd remark that you knew was on the tip on his tongue. 

“Damn, you’re good,” Negan said, but did as you asked. Placing a towel under his calf, you cleaned the wound the best you could. You were right before, it was pretty deep.

“Needs stitches,” you said, grabbing the sewing kit. 

“Go for it,” Negan said, placing his hands behind his head. As you stitched his wound closed, he almost seemed content with the situation. 

“You don’t get a lot of downtime, do you?” you asked. 

“How can you tell?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Because you’re practically asleep while I tug your flesh back together.”

“I got people to lead,” Negan explained. “Doesn’t allow much leisure time.”

“Right, the people that you lead to steal the supplies and homes of others,” you said bitterly as you soaked the freshly stitched wound with alcohol again.

“We all do what we have to in order to survive,” Negan said, his tone more serious. 

“You don’t have to be a looter,” you said, wrapping his leg. You tightly secured his wound and then gathered up your supplies. You gave Negan the water and got up, turning your back on him. 

“Why are you alone?” he asked after a few minutes. You leaned against one of the steel columns and stared at him, trying to make your mind up about the man before you. 

“I stopped trusting people years ago,” you told him, “And every time I decide to try it again, they screw me over. No people, no problems.”

“Sounds lonely,” he said, his eyes softening. 

“You get used to it,” you said, pushing off the column and going over to your work desk, fiddling with pieces of tech. You were bent over the radio, trying to rewire it when you felt his presence behind you. “If you rip your stitches, I won’t redo them.” Negan laughed and took a seat in the chair by your desk. 

“I want to offer you a deal, (Y/N),” Negan said, watching you with curious eyes. 

“I nearly killed your man, Simon, what makes you think I want to make a deal with you?” you asked. 

“Look, Simon, he means well...sometimes and while he is my right-hand, he’s not me. My men do many things in my name, but when it comes down to it, I’m the one who should be shaking hands and kissing babies.”

“And that’s what you want to do with me?” you questioned. 

“I think you and I can have a very beneficial relationship,” he said, running his hand over his chin. “Strictly professional, of course.”

“Of course,” you mocked. “Negan, I appreciate that you want to make some kind of deal, but I don’t deal with people that prey on others.” Negan leaned forward. 

“Darlin’, I am more than happy to go by your rules,” he said slowly, “but I want you to hear me out. Who knows, maybe you’ll find I’m not that bad after all.” You leaned towards him as well, staring him down. He glanced down to your lips. Quirking a brow, you smirked.

“Don’t hold your breath, Darlin’.” 

TAGS: @thanossexual​ 

[band--psycho]

Negan x OC-She’s Mine(Part 1)

Warning: smut (there will be more of it later on) and language

“Jesus fuck, Red,” Negan sighed as he collapsed on the side of the bed next to me. I chuckled, running a hand through my hair, also trying to catch my breath.

“If we keep going like this, I don’t think I’ll need my wives anymore,” Negan chuckled.

“I wouldn’t let them hear you say that,” I replied, slowly sitting up.

“Seriously doll, you’re something fuckin’ else,” he said, leaning up to place a kiss on my lips.

“I need to go,” I said between kisses.

“No you don’t,”Negan argued, placing kiss along my neck.

“Yes, I do I’ve still got some work to do before the run,” I answered, trying not to moan as he reached the sweet spot on my neck.

“You know, you wouldn’t have to do any of those of those things if you just agreed to be my wife,” he stated, kissing down my chest.

“You could stay here all day, and then we could fuck whenever and wherever we wanted to,” he continued, leaving a hickey just above my breast.

“Negan…”I moaned, trying to push him away slightly.

“You know I’m right, baby girl, just accept it,” he whispered in my war as his hands began to wonder around my body.

“Negan, stop..” I moaned, pushing him away harder.

“You’ll give in eventually, doll,” He sighed with a smirk on his face.

“Maybe I will, but not yet,” I said, beginning to put my clothes on.

“Uh, uh, these are mine,” he said, picking up my pink panties, I just rolled my eyes chuckling slightly as I did so.

“You’re so fucking weird Negan,” I stated, putting the rest of my clothes on.

“You fuckin’ know it sweetheart,” he chuckled, winking at me.

“Now, get that sexy ass moving before I have to punish you for being late for your jobs,” I nodded quickly, placing a kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you later on then,daddy,” As I said those words I heard him groan as he slapped my ass.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, Red,” He mumbled against his lips.

“Now go, before you start something that’ll make us both late,” he continued, giving me a gently push.

And with that I left.

Negan and I had a somewhat complicated relationship. He found me. Well, he saved me; I’d just lost my group..and my husband in a walker hoard. I was a wreck and part of me didn’t want to live anymore. I was standing in front a walker when he found me, the walker took me down and I didn’t eve try to stop it, but Negan did, he smashed its head in with Lucille and then he took me back to the Sanctuary.

Most nights I’d end up going to his room just to talk to him. And then after awhile it just became a sort of tradition, especially when a load of people from a Sanctuary outpost were killed. Negan was distraught, but more than anything he felt guilty; that was the first time he opened up to me about what he was feeling. And from then on we just closer.

One night, we’d both been drinking, and one thing led to another..and since then we’ve been like fuck buddies, but he keeps asking me to be his wife. And I would. But I’ve met his wives..and I don’t think I could handle being around them all day, every day, not to mention the fact that I’d been married and if I was going to do it again, I’d want to be his only wife, and everyone knew Negan would never get rid of his little haram.

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I walked out of the doors to the vans and cars ahead , today we were going to a community called Alexandria, Negan had “run” into a group of them last week and killed two men that were there, as much as I hated Negan killing people, I understood why he did it, wwe lost a lot of people because of this group. It was pay back.

So, like all the local communities, Negan made a deal with them, half a supplies, every week.

“Ah, there she is,” Arat said,as she flung her arm round my shoulder.

“Hey,” I said, smiling.

Arat was the first person, other than Negan that I grew close to. It’s thanks to her that I became a Saviour. Between the two of us constantly asking Negan if I could be one, we wore him down and reluctantly let me. And he didn’t mind it all to much in the end, especially when it meant we could fuck on runs.

“Thought we were gonna have to leave without you,” Arat said.

“Sorry, I was in the shower,” I explained.

“Well, where the fuckin’ hell was my invite?” I chuckled as I saw Negan walking towards us.

“Must’ve gotten lost in the post,” I answered,causing Arat to chuckle.

“Very fuckin’ funny, Red,” he said, a little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s move out!” He bellowed, and with that we all got into a car, heading to Alexandria.

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When we arrived at Alexandria, Negan acted his normal Negan self, full of curse words and sarcasm.

The people there didn’t look how I thought they would. They didn’t look like they could kill all the people at the outpost; but then again, I guess anybody can be a killer..their leader, I think his name was Rick, he didn’t look like I thought he would either. He looked scared. Terrified. Broken. Part of me almost felt sorry for him, but then I remembered what he’d done, what he’d got other people here to do, and the sympathy I had for him faded.

Arat and I were just coming out a house when we saw Negan with Rick, and to my surprise Rick was holding Lucille, I assumed it was one of Negans little games, and it seemed to be working. Rick looked lost.

“Ladies,” Negan said, nodding to the two of us. Both of smiled back at him.

“Arat mind looking after Rick here, while I take Red?” Negan asked.

“No problem boss,” Arat answered, winking at me as she left with Rick.

“So, darlin’ what do ya think,” Negan asked, placing his arm around my waist.

“It’s nice, reminds me of those real estates back home,” I answered, and he nodded.

“There’s a lot of houses here, y’know? Negan whispered to me and instantly I knew what he wanted.

“Do you always think about sex?” I chuckled.

“Oh, darlin’, don’t act like you don’t love it,” He said, squeezing my hips softly.

“You are ridiculous!” I said sighing.

“You’ve always known that, Red,” he said, using his other hand to lift my chin up to look at him.

“C’mon baby,I’ve been imagining fucking you in all these different houses,” he said lightly kissing me.

“All the different surfaces,” another kiss.

“All the different positions,” and another kiss. And I sighed in defeat.

“Is that a yes?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” I answered, and that all too familiar smirk crept onto his face.

“Yes, what?” he asked, and I instantly blushed, and inwardly sighed.

“Yes,daddy,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my lips as he pulled me towards a house. We were just about to go in when a voice caught both of our attention.

“What are you doing? Your men have already searched this house,” the woman said, clearly distressed by the whole situation; and then a man came up behind her and I couldn’t help the breath that hitched in my throat, and he had a similar reaction when he saw me.

“Y/N?” He asked, walking closer to Negan and I. I could feel Negans eyes on me, expecting an explanation, but I didn’t trust my voice. Not even Negan knew my real name. He just started calling me Red because of my hair and it just stuck.

“You...you died..”I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as I stared at him, expecting him to vanish at any second.

“I looked for you...I thought you’d..” He began, his voice shaking as he did so.

“Red? Who the fuck is he?” Negan asked, looking between the two of us.

“He’s..he’s my husband..Jake,” I said to him.

“Your fucking husband?” Negan asked again, shocked.

“Y/N/N, what are you doing with him?” Jake asked, continuing to get closer.

“Y/N/N, he’s a monster.” Jake stated, I could see the anger building in Negans eyes.

“Come on,” Jake said, lightly pulling on my hand.

“Hey!” Negan said, snapping back to reality, stepping between the two of us.

“You don’t fucking touch her!” Negan continued.

“She’s my wife! And I want to talk to her!” Jake countered.

“Negan, it’s fine,” I said, trying to calm him and the situation down.

“Doll….don’t,”He warned and I sighed.

“Go in the house,”Negan said gritting his teeth. I knew better than to push him when he was like this, so I did what he said. A few seconds later Negan came into the house.

“Well, looks like we need to have a little fucking chat,sweetheart,” Negan said, sitting on one of the chairs, the fire of anger still clearly burning in his eyes.

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[naughty-negan]

An Orange Situation

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

I made Just Survive Valentines!

(Inspo: @jay-grimes and @pwcbthesixth)

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7.01 The Day Will Come When You Won't Be | 9.03 Warning Signs

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did someone say walking dead shitposts 1/?

thank you discord for dealing with this bullshit 

there’s probably gonna be more 

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Arat x FemaleReader: No Sharing

A/N: Hey ya’ll, just an FYI that I got that promotion and as a result I’m working super hard atm and barely have the time or motivation to write. However, you guys were excited for this one and I really wanted to finish it off and post it. 

Enjoy ;)

The summer sun was in full effect at the sanctuary, and you certainly weren’t complaining. You were seated on a stone step in the yard, pretending to be balls deep in a book, your eyes were not on the page however, but on something else. Lithe limbs moving seemingly at the speed of light, the strain of material over said limbs. Grunts of exertion that your brain reimagined as grunts of something else entirely. Your thighs clenched at the images your mind was crafting.

Finally, Arat trapped the man she was sparring in a disabling arm lock and lowered him to the ground while ignoring his pleas for mercy. Eventually she let him go, her lips quirking slightly at his grumbles as he walked away, rolling his arm dramatically. You’re so caught up in the rare sight of Arat smiling (to a degree) that you’re not quick enough to look away when her eyes fall upon you.

You frantically flip the page of your book in a last-ditch attempt to look preoccupied, hoping she didn’t see. You’ve been harbouring this painfully juvenile crush on the stone cold female saviour for weeks now, still unable to find the courage to talk to her. Usually you’re pretty confident, able to talk to most people with good reason. But Arat… She gives off a vibe that screams ‘I’ll punch you if you talk to me’ and you dig it, but it stops you even attempting to say hi. You don’t think she’d be interested anyway, she seems so above frivolous things like relationships in the apocalypse. A lone wolf.

Your nerves are only amplified when you feel a shadow fall over you and your book, a useless prop at this point. You look up, regretting it immediately when you catch a glimpse of a droplet of sweat sliding down Arat’s neck, the way you wish your tongue could.  

“You want something?” She states gruffly, it doesn’t really sound like much of a question.

“No, why?” You reply dumbly, kicking yourself for not saying something smarter.

She cocks an eyebrow.

“You were watching me.” You shrug, hoping it comes off as nonchalance rather than speechlessness. She regards you suspiciously. “You ever sparred before?” Her question takes you by surprise. She sounds genuinely curious.

“No, unless biters count as sparring partners.” Your heart falters when her lips quirk, just like before.

“You should. Helps develop technique.” She informs you, folding her arms in front of her.

“I don’t think I really have a technique to be honest. I just attack full force with whatever weapon I have and aim for the head.” She shakes her head slightly.

“That won’t work against humans.”

“Guess I’m screwed then.” You chuckle awkwardly.

“Not if I teach you.” She says. You have to stop your jaw from dropping. Where has this come from? After a few moments of you staring gormlessly, she offers you a hand. “Get up.”

“Aren’t you tired?” You protest, taking her hand. Arat does that little smirk again.

“I don’t get tired.” Your body warms significantly, no thanks to the sun. She leads you out into the middle of the dusty courtyard where she stood with her original sparring partner. “Get into position.” She instructs you. Drawing from a couple of boxing classes you took at your old gym pre-apocalypse, you take stance with your dominant foot forward. “Southpaw. Interesting.” She comments.

She takes her own stance, and before you can register her first move, she has you in the same painful arm lock that she did the man before. You groan out in shock, and then arousal when you realise how close to her body you are. She doesn’t appear to notice the difference.

“Ok, ok, fuck, let go!” You protest. She chuckles, her breath tickling your ear in a way that makes you shiver. She relinquishes her grip on you and you stumble away.

“You didn’t say go or anything.” You snap. Arat snorts indignantly.

“You think your opponents are going to wait until you’re ready and say, ‘on the count of three’?” Your shoulders slump and you roll your eyes, she’s right. “Come at me. Don’t go easy either.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You mutter, getting back into your stance. This time, you don’t even wait for any indication from Arat, you simply lunge for her, guard raised.

The pair of you trade punches, you attempt kick her feet out from under her but fail miserably as her torso bends sharply and she grabs your ankle. She lifts your leg up suddenly and you fall back on your ass. Before you can jump to your feet, she nudges your chest back with her boot and your back flops to the ground pathetically. She kneels on your biceps, holding the top half of your body down with her weight. You’re now distracted from the initial reason why she’s sat on you in the first place. Your mind has transported you from the dirty ground to your bed, Arat’s clothes are gone and she’s rolling her hips in front of your face, teasing you.

“You ok?” You snap out of it at the sound of her voice in real time.

“Yeah, I think I might be a bit light headed.” You reply weakly. Arat actually smirks.

“You had enough?” She taunts, staring down at you.

“From the position we’re currently in, I’m inclined to say no.” You say, shocking yourself, and Arat too apparently. Her mouth is open slightly and her eyes dark.

“Too much?” You ask, nervous that you’ve pushed it with the formidable woman, but she shakes her head.

“Not enough, I’d say.” You slip your arms out from under her knees, moving your hands to rest on her thighs experimentally. You look up at her, Arat doesn’t protest. The courtyard suddenly feels very silent. Allowing yourself to squeeze her toned legs, you continue to gauge her reaction, still a little scared you’re treading a dangerous line. Arat could snap your neck in seconds, and she was very difficult to read. You’d barely even talked to her before.

Finally deciding there was no point being so timid, you take a leaf out of Arat’s book, and rather boldly move your hands up her thighs to her hips. She still says nothing, but you notice that her breathing has accelerated, and her chest is visibly rising and falling. You decide to make the final move and slide your hands round to her ass and grab, hard. Her dark brown eyes widen in shock and you brace for her rebuttal. It doesn’t come.

“Do we need to go inside?” She asks, voice suddenly husky.

“I mean, if that’s your preference.” You joke, and her smirk returns.

*

It took less than five minutes for you and Arat to reach her room and strip of all your clothes. You caged her underneath you, licking up and down her collarbone hungrily as you had always fantasised about. She tasted so fucking good, her needy moans were driving you absolutely insane.

“Took you long enough.” She breathed out. You stop momentarily to meet her gaze.

“Huh?” You pant.

Instead of responding, she reaches her hands up to grab yours, placing them around her neck.

“Choke me.” You don’t need to be told twice. Squeezing tightly, you relish the way her eyes roll back so that only the whites are visible. Her gorgeous mouth opens and closes, silently begging for air. You let go when you think she’s had enough, and smirk at the sound of her breathless gasps.

“All you ever did was watch me spar.” She groans, burying her hands in your hair. You smack her face lightly and back up, making your way down her body, tasting her all over.

“My apologies,” You mutter between licks and kisses. “I have voyeuristic tendencies.” She chuckles, but her amusement is cut short when you spread her legs and dip your tongue between her folds. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” You observe, Arat lets out a guttural moan. You drink her up, rubbing her clit with your finger. Her hips buck against your face and it’s a job holding her in place.

Her skin is soft and pliable underneath your fingertips, and her cum tastes so good you could eat her out all year long. Her moans have you dripping wet, but you’re determined to make her come. For such a quiet brooding woman, she was pretty vocal when you got her going. Swearing quietly through her teeth, you concentrate on pushing her closer and closer, unable to hear anything other than your heart pounding and Arat mewling like a bitch in heat.

You briefly pull away from her dripping cunt to instruct her;

“Cum for me, Arat.”

Arat coming, is a work of art. The sinewy muscles in her thighs tighten and shudder as she lets out the sexiest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life, followed by an unsteady ‘ohhh fuck’. You slow your assault, gently licking Arat through her climax and finger fucking her to completion. With one final slide of your fingers against her most sensitive spot, the fierce woman comes undone yet again, all over your face. A damp area forms beneath the meeting of your face with Arat’s slick pussy. You just made Arat squirt.

“Holy fuck.” She exhales, pulling you up by your jaw to kiss you roughly.

“You taste good.” You murmur.

“I know.” She smirks, grabbing at your breasts, tweaking at your nipples.

“Still going?” You tease her, slapping her sensitive cunt.

“I don’t get tired.” She echoed the same words she’d said to you out in the courtyard, not a hint of jest in her tone. She stands, and you watch her ass move as she walks to a drawer and pulls something out.

After making her come multiple times, watching Arat put on a strap on while never dropping eye contact is really threatening to push you over the edge.  

Once she makes the final adjustment, she transforms. She prowls towards you, a cocky sneer on her face.

“Suck it.” She growls. You oblige her request immediately, spitting on the appendage and sucking it with such an enthusiasm, Arat begins bucking into your mouth.

Apparently not quite satisfied with this, she grabs you by the hair and turns you around on the bed, throwing you forward. Arat yanks your hips up so your ass is in the air, presenting your pussy to her like a horny slut. She lets out an audible ‘mmm’ and you wiggle involuntarily.

“You want me to fuck you?” She asks, rubbing the tip of the strap on against your aching core.

“Please, Arat, please.” You beg. She slaps your ass so hard it stings.

“You call me master.”

“Yes master, please fuck me.” You cry out into the mattress. And finally, she relents. The thrusts herself inside you and you moan so loudly that if anyone was in the hallway, they surely would have heard you. The sinful sounds of the toy pushing and pulling from your soaked pussy seem to echo through the room. Arat’s hips offer savage punishment, it feels as though she’s fucking you with all her strength.

Her hands grip your hips, occasionally removing one to spank your ass so hard that your eyes water.

“Take it, bitch. You love getting fucked from behind don’t you?” You whimper out a response, but it doesn’t satisfy Arat. She snatches your hair up in her hand and pulls your head and torso back into an uncomfortable position. “I asked you a question.”

“I love getting fucked from behind, master.” You manage to gasp out, but she doesn’t let you down immediately. Continuing to slide in and out of your wet snatch, she gropes at your tits with her spare hand. She toys with your hard nipples, pinching and tugging them until you start to shake. Amidst your shuddering and moaning she shoves you back down and buries your face in the pillow.

Her heartless attack on your cunt continues and you can feel the inevitable build at your very core.

“I’m close, master. I’m gonna cum.” You warn her.

“Not without permission you won’t.” She snaps, moving her hands from your hips to your throat.

“Please may I cum, master?” You squeeze the words out despite the pressure she maintains on your carotid arteries.

She slides a hand from your throat round your hips and down to your clit.

“You may. Cum all over my cock, right fucking now.” She orders you, and you have no trouble obliging as a blinding orgasm overcomes you. You collapse onto the bed in a shaking heap, thirsty for air. Arat pulls the toy from your pussy, eliciting one final moan from your lips. She sets it on the bedside table and lays down next to you, you can hear that she’s out of breath too.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that to you for a while, you know.” She admits, a sly smirk on her face.

“Looks like we were both wasting time.” You chuckle. A sudden bang on the door makes you both jump, a loud booming voice follows.

“Arat, you done scissoring the fuck out of that broad or what? We got shit to do.” You recognise it to be Negan and promptly turn bright red.

“You weren’t exactly making an effort to keep it down.” Arat shrugs.

“Chicks only scissor in porn. I’m coming.” Arat calls out to him.

“I’ll bet you are. Send me an invite next time.” Negan’s bellowing laugh is almost contagious, and despite your embarrassment you find yourself grinning too.

“I don’t share pussy, Negan.” She replies, dark eyes locked onto yours.