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The Coach

Negan AU x reader

Summary: Y/N surprises Coach Negan with some fun in his office.

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, errors (ain’t no body perfect).

A/N: This is a idea I had for my ‘The Wedding’ series and with what I’m writing and how long the series is going to be, it was hard to put this into it without it being weirdly placed, does that makes sense? either way, I decided that I’d share this idea with you guys and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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I flatted down the pencil skirt that wrapped around my hips and thighs, smoothing the creases out as I fixed my outfit. I tried to ignore the bundle of nerves that settled at the bottom of my stomach, convincing myself this was something he wanted. Of course it was, he told me before that he imagined it. What was I freaking out about?

I walked up to the High School doors, heading to the office and waving at the older woman, Alice, that worked there. When she looked up, she instantly recognized me, a bright smile on her face. “Y/N! Oh it’s so nice to see you again!” Alice smiled, pulling herself up from the chair and heading around the desk. I laughed lightly as she came around and wrapped her arms around me. “What are you doing here?” She chuckled, pulling back from me, her hands still on my arms.

“Oh I’m just here going to visit Negan.” I smiled nervously, but from the way Alice raised her eyebrows, and looked down at what I was wearing, she knew what was going on.

“Oh that Negan is something else isn’t he?” She winked, walking back around to her chair, I chuckled softly, agreeing. “I always thought you guys were the pair.” She giggled lightly, flopping back in her chair.

“We were never dating when I was working here, Alice.” I waved a hand, nervously tapping my foot.

“Oh I know.” She smiled, leaning on her elbows on the desk. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t notice the way he looked at you.” I blushed slightly, biting the inside of my cheek.

“You’re so nosy.” I winked, earning a chuckle from her.

“He should be on his lunch, sweetie.” She winked back, shaking her head. With a quick thanks, I left the office, heading straight to the gym. It’s been a while since I’ve roamed through these halls, thinking back to my time substituting here and monitoring the halls during passing times.

I shoved open the gym doors, watching as a few kids played basketball during their lunch, giving me small nods as I walked passed, heading towards Negan’s office. I remember coming in and talking to him when I taught here, weaving through the sweaty hormonal teenagers just to talk to Negan. Most of the time it was just to ask him how to connect with the kids, other times it was just to talk to a familiar face. From what I remember, most of these teachers here were in their late 60s or early 70s, ones I couldn’t really connect with. Of course, Negan was older, but you’d never think that with the way he carried himself, the way he talked, the way pure sex oozed from him.

I stood at his closed door, taking a deep breath and trying to calm my nerves. I knew he wouldn’t turn me away, but that’s what scared me. The way he made me like putty in his hands, the way he was able to make me soak with a single look, or the way he was able to get me to beg with a single command. Everything he did to me was nerve racking, everything he did or said to me was amplified by 20. He had this way with my body that only he knew what to do with. And honestly… that shit scared the hell out of me. I was willing to do whatever this man wanted, all he had to do was tell me. With a deep breath, I brought my hand up and knocked on the door three times. I smiled to myself hearing Negan groan lightly, most likely thinking it's a student. I quickly undid one of my top buttons, staring down at the black lace bra that just screamed ‘fuck me’.

“Come in.” He called. With a trembling hand I grabbed the doorknob, pushing the wooden door open. I watched as he sat there at his desk, looking down at a magazine, not even bothering to look up. “Whatcha need, kid?” He mumbled.

“Well Coach,” I started, watching the way he recognized my voice, looking up at me quickly. To say I was pleased with his reaction, was an understatement. He looked up at me, his eyes widening as I stood there, his eyes roaming each part of my body, licking his bottom lip. “I was hoping you could help me with something.” I said seductively, closing the door behind me. I watched the way he visibly swallowed, closing his magazine and throwing it on his desk. His eyes were trained on the pencil skirt I wore, looking over my curves.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He smiled, clearing his throat before sitting up from his desk.

“Well,” I started, stepping toward his desk, swaying my hips just a little more than usual. He took the bate, his eyes instantly going down and staring. “Ever since you told me about your little fantasy about me and these skirts,” I shrugged, walking around the desk, sitting on the edge in front of me. “I figured I’d come by and make it happen.” I smiled up at him, batting my eyes innocently. He took a deep breath in, looking down at my opened shirt, noticing the black lace bra.

“Jesus woman.” He groaned, stepping in front of me, his hands coming up to my waist. I bit my bottom lip, letting him run his hands over the curve of my hips and ass, feeling his way up to my chest, giggling lightly as he pushed together my breast, watching the way they plunge out of my button up. “You’re going to fucking kill me.” He chuckled lightly.

“How long do you have?” I whispered, reaching for his waist, toying with the waistband of his pants, hearing the hitch in his voice.

“Long enough.” He grinned, grabbing my chin and capturing my lips with his. I moaned softly, trailing my hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer to me as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring and tasting me. He grabbed my hips, ready to lift me onto the desk when there was a knock at the door. “Fuck.” He mumbled against my lips, looking around the room quickly, probably looking for somewhere to shove me in. “Get under the desk.” He whispered harshly.

“Really?” I scoffed, hearing the knocking again.

“Coach Negan?” A young girl said. I didn’t really have any choice as Negan pulled me off the desk, shoving me down on my knees. Any other time I’d be happy with him doing that, but being shoved under the desk with a man who’s basically all legs was something I did not appreciate.

“Come in!” Negan called. It was cramped under the desk, my back crouched over, my knees already hurting from the floor, sitting nicely between Negan’s long legs. One wrong move and I would bump my head. I sat there quietly as I heard the door open, the young girl walking in. “Whatcha need?” He coughed, leaning forward on the desk. I could hear the nervousness in the girl’s voice, the way she stumbled over her words at Negan. She obviously had some sort of crush on the man. It only made me chuckle softly, shaking my head.

I felt that I was doing a great job staying quiet and being patient until I heard the chair scrap, the young girl sitting down and setting her books down on the floor. I groaned inwardly, dropping my head onto Negan’s thigh, making him jump lightly. Negan was trying to be polite, listening to this girl’s problem’s and giving her the input he had with what she was giving him.

Until I remembered what I came here for. I turned my head, resting my head still on his thigh but moved my hand up to this other thigh, trailing it towards the bulge in his pants. I felt him stiffen, his thighs tense as he felt me move, but that didn’t stop him from spreading his legs even wider, urging me to keep going.

Dirty Perv

He kept talking to the young girl, leaning back in his chair, moving closer to hide himself as my hand palmed his bulge, his cock hardening at my touch. I bit the inside of my cheek, unbuttoning his pants. Negan coughed softly, trying to cover up any sound that would come from it, apologizing before the young girl kept talking. I achingly pulled down his zipper, holding my breath as I reached into his pants, pulling his hard cock from the jeans.

My mouth watered at the sight, his thick cock hard and pulsing, the tip a bright red, pre cum already leaking. I wanted to taste him, but from this awkward angle of sitting under his desk, there really wasn’t any way I could suck him off without having the student see, or me bumping my head into the desk. I gathered some spit in my mouth, licking a long strip on my hand, before wrapping it around his cock. Negan jumped at the contact, coughing roughly, trying to excuse his jumpy behavior,

“Are you okay, Coach?” The young girl asked. I smirked to myself, stroking him softly, my spit being used as lubricant as I pumped his cock, watching as he twitched in my hands, the way his thighs twitched and spread even more for me to keep working him.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled, “I just think I ate something bad for lunch.” he managed, coughing again to cover up a moan threatening to spill. I adjusted myself between his legs, scooting closer, my knees burning as I dragged them across the floor. I settled myself closer in between his thighs, still stroking him but I used my other hand, reaching into his pants and grabbing onto his balls, biting my bottom lip as Negan’s hips thrusted against my hand. He coughed again, squeezing his thighs around my body, warning me to keep it under control. But what fun was that?

I pulled his balls from his jeans, leaning forward and sucking one into my mouth, my hand pumping his cock in short but hard strokes. I hummed softly, feeling his body tense at the new feeling of my mouth, his legs tightening even more around me.

“I’m so sorry, Jessica.” Negan mumbled, shaking his head, “I’m not feeling so well, can we continue this conversation another time?” He asked her. I could hear the disappointment in her voice before she softly agreed. I honestly shouldn't be paying attention when I was literally stroking this man’s cock. I stilled my movements, waiting as I heard her move the chair back, gathering her things. With a sad ‘bye’, the door opened, and shut. “Jesus Y/N.” Negan groaned, pushing himself back from the desk, his cock bobbing with his movements. I giggled lightly, wiping at the spit that gathered around my lips.

“Too much?” I giggled.

“With a student in here?” He huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Shit yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered innocently, looking up at him, batting my eyelashes, “Daddy.” The whole vibe of the room changed, the way that shit eating grin grew on his face told me I was in for it. He leaned forward, weaving his fingers through my hair, grabbing at the roots and tugging me forward. I gasped, the pain shooting through my body and down to my core, soaking my panties as he pulled me by the hair.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” He grinned, looking over each detail of my face. I nodded, whimpering when his hand tightened even more in my hair. “I need to hear you, darling.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I whimpered, seeing him lick his bottom lip, leaning back on the chair.

“Suck me off.” He demanded. I wasn’t one for men pushing my head down, or basically demanding me to suck their dicks. But with Negan… I would do anything to hear him moan, do anything to feel him cum in my mouth or fill me up. And the cocky bastard knew it. He tugged me by my hair, my knees burning against the floor as I crawled towards him, nestling myself in between his legs, my hands grabbing onto his thighs as he guided me to his cock. He held me in place, his other hand wrapping around his cock, licking his bottom lip he rubbed the tip against my lips, smearing pre cum as he traced. “Stick your tongue out.” I did as I was told, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out, feeling his slap his cock down onto my tongue, the wet slapping making me clench my thighs together as he groaned, stroking his cock, spreading my spit over each inch of him. Without warning he pushed my head down, stuffing my mouth with his cock. I groaned loudly, gagging around his length, tears swelling to my eyes. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He moaned, gathering my hair in his hand, guiding my head, watching his cock glisten with my spit as I bobbed on him.

I’m sure my panties looked like the goddamn ocean as I sucked him off, his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag around him. The noises I made only spurred Negan on, his hand tightening, shoving me down until my nose was nestled in in his pubic hair, his cock stuffed in the back of my throat. He growled, biting his bottom lip, baring his teeth as my throat closed around him, tears spilling from my eyes as the intensity of it all.

He pulled me off, a huge rush of air filling my lungs, a small string of spit connecting his cock to my plump red lips. I looked up at Negan, his face flushed, bottom lip red from biting down. He grabbed his cock, squeezing tightly, groaning softly as he felt how wet his cock was with my spit. “If you kept going, I was going to cum in your throat.” He chuckled, his hand loosening in my hair, reaching down and cupping my cheek, wiping at the tears that stained my cheeks.

“I wouldn’t have minded.” I smiled, looking up at him. He growled down at me, grabbing my arms and pulling me up. I whimpered softly at the feeling of my knees finally being taken off the ground.

“God, look at you.” Negan mumbled, his hands wondering over my body once again, feeling each curve. “Every man’s wet dream.” He grinned, looking up at me. “All mine.” He grunted, tugging me to him. I whimpered as he grabbed my ass, his lips crashing against mine. It was all tongue and teeth as he kissed me. He backed me against the desk, pinning me between the desk and his lean body, his pulsing cock trapped between us, twitching as he grabbed at me. He spun me around, pushing on the small of my back until I was bent over, hands planted on the desk, back arched. “Jesus, this ass.” Negan chuckled, landing a hard smack. I jumped, moaning at the sting, realizing how much it really turned me on.

“Fuck Negan.” I moaned, dropping my head onto the cool desk, cooling my sweaty forehead. I felt him hand palm my ass, sliding up up back to my shoulders.

“We gotta get you out of this.” Negan breathed, his hand gliding down to my waist, his fingers toying with the zipper. I held my breath, his fingers grabbing onto the zipper and painfully pulling it down, revealing the matching lace panty. “God Damn.” He whispered, watching as the zipper revealed more and more of my ass to him. I smirked looking back at him, his eyes glued on my ass as he tugged down the pencil skirt. He kneeled behind me, his hands trailing up my legs, his fingers digging into the flesh where my thighs met my ass, spreading me open to his greedy eyes.

“Oh.” I whimpered, feeling his eyes on my clothed core, his thumb brushing against the soaked material, lightly touching my folds. I jumped as he smacked a hand down on my ass cheek, the sting traveling down my leg and to my core. I clenched tightly, bucking against the desk at the sensation. I gasped as I felt his lips on my ass, planting kissing along my ass cheek, sinking his teeth in and biting down. “God Negan.” I moaned, dropping my head back on the desk, letting him do whatever he wanted to me.

“Look at you.” Negan chuckled, grabbing my ass once again, spreading me open for him. “Such a pretty pussy all covered up.” He hummed. I whimpered as he hooked his finger into my panties, pulling them up, and pulling them to the side, the cool air brushing against my heated pussy. “Fuck.” Negan cursed, reaching up and grabbing my panties, tugging them down completely. He tapped my ankle, lifting my feet up as he pulled the panties from around my heels. “I’m keeping these.” He chuckled, I’m sure stuffing them in his pocket. He reached for me again, spreading my ass open for his eyes, staring at my soaked core. “God damn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a pretty pussy.” He grinned, dragging a finger between my wet folds. I bucked against the feeling, wanting more of his hands.

“Please.” I whimpered, arching my back more, my ass in the air, presenting myself to him. He growled at the sight, slapping a hand down on my ass.

“Since you asked so nicely.” There was no warning as he plunged in, his tongue licking a bold stripe.. I gasped loudly, slapping my own hand over my mouth as he ate me like an animal. The way he spread me open, his thumbs spreading my lips open, his tongue licking each part of me, his mouth sucking down on my swollen lips.

“Oh my god.” I moaned against my hand, reaching back with my other hand, and grabbing the back of his head, pulling him even closer to my pussy. He moaned loudly, encouraging me to keep him there as he ate me out, sucking on my lips, his tongue gathering my juices. My mind was blank as he ate me out, pinning me to the desk, his hands keeping me spread. “Don’t stop, Negan.” I gasped, feeling his fingers brush against my entrance, slowly sinking them in. It was like this man knew what I needed at every second.

“God damn you’re fucking soaked.” Negan mumbled, pulling away from my cunt as he sank two fingers into me. I was putty in his hands, putty on his desk basically as he thrust his fingers in, the sound of my juices as he fingered me only spurred him on to get me closer to cumming. “I need you to be able to take this fat cock darling.” He murmured, placing kisses against my ass as he scissored his fingers, stretching me open.

“Oh god.” I sobbed, eyes rolling in the back of my head as he stretched me open, reading him for his cock. We’ve fucked before, but I don’t think my body could ever be fully used to his size and girth. I felt his fingers twist, his chest leaning on my back as his fingers thrusted even harder and faster into my tight core, my walls clamping down on his fingers.

“You gotta cum baby.” He mumbled against my ear, his hand covered in me, my arousal leaking down my thighs. “Cum and you’ll get this cock.” I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to I’m sure it’d just be a bunch of moans and groans at what his fingers were doing to my body. It was just his fingers, not even his fingers and mouth or anything, his fingers were making me a speechless mess as I took what he gave me. His other hand trailed up my back, weaving into my hair again as he pulled my head back, his mouth against my ear. “Come on darling, I can feel how close you are. The way you're clenching around my fingers.” He wasn’t wrong, the coil in my stomach was on the brink of breaking, my pussy clamping down on his fingers like a vice.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I begged, looking up at Negan who was staring down at my ass, his fingers deep in my pussy, my ass jiggling at the movement. Negan added a third finger and that was it. My hips shaking against the desk, my thighs tensing as I came around his fingers. “Fuck.” I moaned, riding through the waves. Negan watched me as I came, thighs shaking and body grinding against the desk. I dropped my head onto the desk, trying to catch my breath as Negan pulled his fingers from me, a small whimper leaving my lips at the emptiness.

“You are one dirty girl.” Negan chuckled, leaning down and placing a kiss on the side of my head. I chuckled with him, turning my head towards him, seeing that proud smile on his face. I pushed myself up from the desk, a satisfied smile on my face as I leaned up towards Negan, my lips brushing against his softly.

“Am I riding you, or are you fucking me on this desk?” I whispered against his lips. He gave me a deep growl from the back of his throat, before he grabbed my hips. I gasped as he snaked a hand into my hair, shoving me back down on the desk, his fingers looping through the strands of hair and grabbing harshly.

“Is this what you want?” A needy moan left my lips as Negan kicked my feet apart, my legs spreading as he grabbed a hold of his cock, teasing against my folds as I tried to grind against him. He harshly tugged on my hair, my back arching as he pulled me up. “Answer me.” He whispered against my ear.

“Yes Negan.” I whimpered. I felt his lips turn up, he left a small kiss on my ear before he pushed me back down on the desk.

“Such a dirty girl.” He mumbled, teasing my entrance before he pushed in with one single, strong stroke. I gasped loudly as he began moving, not giving me the time to adjust to his huge size. “God damn, you’re so tight.” He grunted, keeping me pin to the desk as he fucked me. It was as if my mind went blank as he used me, all I thought about was the way he was making me feel.

“Oh my god.” I gasped, Negan’s other hand coming down and grabbing my left leg and bringing it up onto the desk, spreading me even more, his thrusts already hitting deeper than before. It was raw and messy as Negan fucked me, his hand still in my hair keeping me in place as he used me for his pleasure. His cock slamming into me, hitting spots that no one has ever hit before. It was all new, the way he was fucking me. Now I understand why women go gaga over certain men.

“You feel so fucking good, darling.” Negan moaned, slapping a hand down on my ass, earning a small yelp from me. “You better be quiet, you don't want to get caught.” I could see the smirk on his face.

“Then you better stop spanking me.” I breathless said, a loud moan leaving my lips as he pulled me up by my hair, my thighs beginning to burn as they were stretched out even more.

“From the way this pussy tightened around me-” He breathed into my ear, his other hand wrapping around my stomach and reaching for my breasts, “you like being spanked.” I’d be lying if I said being spanked didn’t turn me on, but I couldn't admit that to this cocky fucker. He hooked his fingers into my black bra, tugging it down and groaned as my tits bounced from the cups, his hand instantly cupping one as he pinched at my nipple. “You look like a damn pornstar right now.” He grinned, placing a few kisses on my neck. “Full of my cock, tits out, not a care in the world if we get caught, huh?” I nodded, eyes rolling to the back of my head as he grinded his hips into my ass, his cock hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed.

His hands stroked my back, his nails digging into my skin as he fucked me. I glanced back, my breath taken away as I saw the way he stared down at us. The animalistic look on his face, the way his eyebrows were furrowed together as he took in his cock plunging into me. He was mesmerized by it, his hands coming down to my thighs, hooking onto the tops of my thighs as he pulled me harsher against him, pulling a cry from my mouth as he fucked me harder.

“Fuck Negan.” I cried, the sound of slapping skin and my wetness filling the air. Negan no longer cared if we were caught.

“Look at you.” He praised with a chuckle, a hand snaking up my back, weaving into my hair. He roughly tugged at the roots, my head being yanked back. I mewed softly as he leaned down, his chest against my back as his lips brushed against my ear. “Taking Daddy’s cock so well.” He whispered. If he didn’t have me pinned to the desk, I’m sure my legs would’ve given out on me at those words.

In a flash, Negan pulled away from me, dragging my leg down and turned me around. I was basically a rag doll in his hands as he moved me around, grabbing my hips and lifting me onto the desk. He grabbed the back of my knees, lifting them up as he pushed back into my tight walls, picking up right where he left off. I was a mumbling mess against him, a hand holding on his forearm and the other holding me up on the desk as he used me.

His cock was splitting me open as he thrusted into me, my body quivering as he grabbed me like his life depended on it. His large hands digging into the plump flesh at the back of my thighs, keeping them spread as he stared down at my pussy taking his cock. He didn’t care if anyone heard, he didn’t care that I was literally dripping onto the floor, all he cared about was making me cum and filling up my pussy with his cum.

“Don’t stop.” I pleaded, rolling my head back, the pleasure taking over my body. He growled down at me, one of his hands coming up and grabbing the back of my head, pulling me back up to look at him.

“Look at me darling.” He huffed, sweat collecting on his forehead, pulling my head towards his, resting his forehead against mine. “Look how good you’re taking me.” He grunted. My stomach twisted as I grew closer to my climax, my thighs begging to clamp together to stop how intense everything was, but Negan’s lean body held me open, watching as my body shook and shuddered.

“I’m-“ I gasped as Negan pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, basically folding me in half like a lawn chair as he fucked me. It was all too much, I felt the pressure rising and rising, my legs quaking as he held me to him.

“Come on baby.” He urged, a smirk playing at his lips as he saw the state I was in. “Cum all over daddy’s cock. Show daddy who’s a good girl.”

That was it.

I sobbed as I hid my head into his shoulder, muffling my cries as my body shook against his, my walls contracting around his cock as I came all over him.

“Fuck Y/N.” He rasped, his thrust slowing softly. “Good girl.” He praised, leaving a soft kiss against the side of my head.

“Don’t stop.” I mumbled against his neck, dragging my lips up towards his ear, tasting the salty sweat. “I want you cumming in me.” I whispered against his ear.

“You’re so dirty.” He growled against me, his thrust picking up. “Begging for my cum.” He grunted, his hips slapping into mine. “So fucking dirty.” He mumbled.

I was on cloud 9 as he used me for his release, his hips faltering for a moment, grunts and moans leaving his lips as he held me impossibly tight. No room between us as he chases his high. And soon he caught it, his body tensing as he stilled in me, a few hard pumps as he filled me up with a call of my name. I tightened against him, feeling his hot cum pumping into me, milking him dry until he dropped his head onto my shoulder. I whispered as he gave me a few soft thrusts, both of us moaning at how sensitive we were to one another.

“Fuck.” He breathed, legging go of me, his soften cock slipping from my wet canal as he flopped into his chair. I moaned softly as I felt his cum slowly leak from me. I bit back a smile as I spread my legs for him.

He watched with hooded eyes as he eyed me, watching as I dragged two fingers through my cum soaked pussy, collecting our releases on my finger and bringing it up to my lips. I giggled softly as his soft length twitched as I licked it off my fingers, moaning at the tangy liquid. He mumbled a soft ‘fuck’ under his breath as I smiled.

He watched with a slack jaw, as his cum leaked from me, dripping onto the floor, looking like I was straight out of a porno.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He moaned, pulling himself closer to me by his chair, his hands trialing you my thighs. “How’d I get so lucky?” He mumbled, kissing up my shaky thighs. I giggled softly, watching as he licked up to my swollen core, humming as he trailed a finger up, collecting his cum on his finger. He watched with fascinated eyes as he brought it up to me, my plump lips wrapping around the digits, my tongue swirling around his fingers as I swallowed.

“How much longer do you have?” I asked breathlessly.

“Who cares.” He smirked, grabbing me from the desk. I squealed as he brought me down onto his lap, capturing my lips with his.

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eggs-toast-and-daryl-dixon · 4 years

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Carl: When I was small-

Negan: [snorts] was?

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Just a little love- part two

Pairing- Negan x fem! Reader

Word count- 574

Warnings- cheating, little fluff, tiny bit of angst

A/N- soooooo...... I wrote this a long time ago and thought I uploaded it, but apparently not, so here it is. I hope you enjoy!!

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After what Carol had said, you did what you always did and went to see Negan. You saw Carl on the way, but when he tried to talk to you, you told you had somewhere to be. Unlike Carol however, Carl didn’t look at you in disgust as you made your way to Negan’s cell; Carl looked at you in pity.

You stormed into the outer part of Negan cell and sat down at your side of the bars, your back against the wall. Negan didn’t speak as he sat down beside you, interlocking your fingers together. You sighed, looking into his gorgeous eyes as he gazed back at you.

“They know. Carol saw us kiss yesterday and she’s gonna tell everyone.”

“Baby girl, I’m so fucking sorry to hear that, is there anything I can do?” His voice was sincere and all you wanted in that moment was to hug him, but of course, you couldn’t.

“Yeah, there is, just... be here for me?” You asked.

“Of course. You know, I care about you way more than I should; more than I thought I could after Lucille.” He squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“I care about you the way I should care about Daryl,” You admitted quietly, but Negan definitely heard.

“(Y/N), are you trying to say you love me?”

“No, Negan, I’m trying to say I’m falling in love with you,” you giggled. A large, genuine smile spread across his face. You both leaned against the bars separating you from each other. “I hope you’re good in bed.” The tiniest curl appeared at the sides of your mouth.

“Trust me, baby, I am.” The cocky laugh that came from Negan affected you more than you wanted it to.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too. Negan.” You smiled at him, both of you relishing in the short-lived moment.

“Really, (Y/N)?!” Daryl seethed loudly. “Of all the fuckers in Alexandria, you had to go for him? You remember what he did the Abraham?! To Glenn?! Or does that not matter to you?!” Daryl was fuming, rightly so, but you couldn’t help but feel your anger rise.

“I know what Negan did! I was there when it happened fucks sake! I watched it all happen; I watched as he killed people I loved and took you away from me!” You shouted. “But it’s been years, many years, since that. And, whether people want to accept it or not, that wasn’t the real Negan, he loves me and-“

“He’s fucking using you, (Y/N)!”

“And you’re not?! Did you really expect me to stand by you when you cut me off?! When you stopped talking to me?! Hmm?!” You couldn’t help letting your anger out, it’d been building for too long to hold or make any longer. “You fucking used me, Daryl! Sure, we loved each other once, but that was a long fucking time ago! You don’t give a fuck about me, but you know who does? Negan. He loves me. I’ll be at the town meeting that I’m sure has been called over this, I know people will hate me, but I don’t give a fuck! I want someone that cares about me, that loves me, and that not you Daryl!”

Daryl huffed and stormed out, you held Negan’s hand tightly, this was going be rough meeting, but you’d do it a million times over to be with man you were in love with.

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 4 years

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Shane walsh x reader requested

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Word count: 3,771

A/n: I didn't mean to make it so sad, but somehow i did. What the hell is wrong with me?! I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long to post my computer was acting up and then my wi-fi was down. Hope you enjoy, request are still open!

warnings: Cussing, Zombie apocolypes, Not sure what else. Death Angst like a mf. Its kinda sad at the bottom part of it. Idk why I made it like that.

Fandom: The walking dead

Ships: Shane Walsh x reader

He was gone. We've been separated ever since this started and he's back. I was so happy, I truly was, but I was starting something with Shane. He helped fill in that gaping hole my husband had left. He was gone, It hurt for months, but Shane helped me through it.

‘ Andrea, T-dog, Jaqui, Merle, Glenn and _____ went out for supplies and got stuck. They weren't sure if they were going to be able to get back, but here they are. But with more people then they left with.

A man in a sheriffs uniform stepped out of the truck. Rick, Y/n assumed as she seen Carl and Lori run towards him. She felt sad, some where deep down she really wished it was her husband. Amy went to her sister hugging her tight. Feeling the weight of the world fall of her shoulders as soon as she seen her older sister.

She turned around, Shane right beside her, into Shanes arms she went. Seeking comfort by being held.

"I know, baby." Shane tried to comfort her.

She told him how she felt. She told him that she still loved her husband, and probably would always love her husband. But she knew she held feelings for Shane too. She felt like it was a hard thing to understand, but some how, some way, Shane understood.

At first she thought that Shane was just using her for sex, but he told her that he truly felt something for the woman. She was a little cautious at first, but slowly let down her built wall.

Even though they were "together" she still kept her wedding rings on. She felt like it was betraying her husband if she took it off so soon.

"I'm sorry." Y/n apologized trying to pull away but Shane kept her close. He shook his head rubbing comforting circles on her lower back.

"You don’t have to apologize. He was your husband. Y'all were together for years. And it's only been a few months. I understand you're still healing. It's okay." He whispered softly in her ear.

"Thank you." She whispered as she put her head in his shirt. He looked down at her confused.

"For what, sweet heart?" His southern accent making her heart flutter a little bit. "For being so understandin' and for not forcing me to do anything I don't want to do." She explained as she looked into his brown eyes.

"Y/n?" She heard a voice, followed by the truck door slamming shut. "Colby?" She whispered as she turned around. Turning around she seen her husband of five years. He looked a little different: The same curly brown hair, but it was longer.

He had a bit of stubble on his sharp jaw line. His white t-shirt, no longer white. But stained in crimson colored stains. She hoped and prayed didn't belong to him. His denim jeans were covered in blood stains and other stains.

"Oh my God, it really is you!" He exclaimed as he ran towards her. She met him in the middle running towards him.

"I can't believe this is real. I thought you were gone." She cried out as she started to shake from crying.

"It's real baby. I'm here." He whispered as he pulled her tight against him. "Oh, I've missed you so much." He mumbled against her forehead while he kissed it.

"I've missed you too." She hugged him tight, but something didn't feel right. It didn't feel like the same love she got when Shane hugged her. It didn't feel she was hugging the man she's been married to for five years. It just didn't. She forced the feeling down as she pulled back from the hug. Looking into his ocean blue eyes.

"Come on, and I'll try to find you some clean clothes. I'll wash them up tomorrow." She said with a smile.

He nodded right before he pulled her back into his arms. Moving his hands to cup her cheeks to kiss her. The kiss was passionate. As if he was trying to remember what she had tasted like. He groaned into the kiss as she pulled away.

"Colbs. There's kids around." She mumbled against his lips. He nodded as he pulled away.

"Probably shouldn't do that then." He agreed nodding his head as he spoke. His brown hair moving into his face as he nodded. Y/n smiled as she moved the hair, out of his face.

"You need a hair cut." She smirked as she put the piece of hair behind his ear. "Tell me about it, it's been 7 months."

Shane watched as Y/n spoke to her husband. He felt like she was cheating on him. But he knew she was the one that was married. That there always was that possibility that her husband was coming back. He felt as if he Should not have gotten so attached. He loved her. He could say deep down, he really loved her. He was in love with her.

Y/n turned around with her husbands hand in hers as she spoke to him. Shane decided to take it upon himself to introduce himself.

"Hey." Shane announced himself as he walked over to where Y/n was grabbing some clothes off the clothes line for Colby.

"Oh, Colby this is Shane. Shane this is Colby." Y/n introduced the two men together.

"Nice to meet you." Colby said shaking Shanes’ hand. Shane had a tight grip on Colbys hand. As if he was silently show dominance against the Younger man. Y/n was a bit younger than Shane. About three or four years, and Colby here looked about the same age.

"Shane here was the one to help me while you were missing. He made sure to keep me safe and to keep me company while I was alone. I'm very grateful to him." It sound like Y/n was trying to give Colby reasons why Shane was a good person. Shane assumed that it was just Y/n trying to get Colby to like him more.

"Thank you. I truly mean it. Thank you for keeping my wife safe." He emphasized the word wife, pulling Y/n closer to him by her waist. Shane smiled and nodded as he looked towards Y/n who seemed a little uncomfortable.

"It's no big deal. I gained something from it." He said as he looked to Y/n with a smile.

"Yeah? What's that?" Colby seemed to be challenging Shane as he questioned Shane.

"A friend. A real close friend. One of the closest I've ever had. She was someone I could rely on, and she knew she could rely on me." Shane explained as she squared his shoulders.

"Hey, y'all it's time to eat!" Amy said as she walked over to them. As soon as she came over there she could feel the tension between the three. Y/n just wanted to tell him and find out his reaction. But she also didn't want to tell him because she didn't know how he would take it.

"Okay, thank you. We'll be right there

. Thank you, Miss." Colby said looking at Amy with a nice sweet smile. She nodded as she started walking back to the RV.

Well, I'm sure you're starvin. Let's get you some grub." Y/n said looking to her right to her husband. "I should change first. I don't think they'd enjoy me sitting with them covered in blood." Colby explained.

Y/n nodded as she responded to him. Telling him he could change in her tent. Next to the wood line a couple yards from them. He nodded kissing her cheek. Giving a glance to Shane as he walked off to change in the tent. "We'll meet you up at the RV." Y/n told her husband. He nodded as he continued towards the

"He's real nice." Shane spoke sarcastically. Y/n nodded as they started walking towards the RV. "He is. He is just a little possessive at times." She explained looking down at the ground then towards Shane. Shane nodded as he kept his pace of walking to hers.

"Are you going to tell him about us?" Shane asked looking at her with hope, she would choose him over Colby.

"Yes, I planned on doing that soon. I don't like lying. I never have and I never will." She explained looking at Shane as she stopped walking to look at him. "Well, you know I don't like to share." He said with a joking tone. Even though she knew he wasn't joking.

"And what makes me yours, Mr. Walsh?" She teased him back. "I'd show you, but you have your boy back." Y/n rolled her Y/E/C eyes as she continued her walk to the table set up at the RV with supper set up.

"I'm glad to see everyones smiling faces." Dale spoke as he seen everyone smiling and talking among each other. Everyone smiled as they looked over at Dale. Y/n sat in the between Shane and her husband. Everyone around them could see the tension between Shane and Colby.

"How about a cheers." He suggested holding his cup of water up. "To being together as a family." He cheered as he held the plastic cup up in the air. Everyone copied saying 'to being together as a family.' then everyone taking sips of their drinks.

"So Colby, what did you do before all of this?" Rick asked looking across the table to the blue eyed man.

Colby looked up from his food to the sheriff and to the rest of the table who was staring at him. Each of them waiting for answers, except for Y/n.

"I uh, I was a doctor, in the hospital back home." He answered Ricks question a little hesitate for some odd reason.

"Oh? Where are you from?" Shane asked looking at the brown haired, blue eyed man.

"Central Virginia." Shane nodded as he looked at Y/n. "Where are you from Y/n?" Rick questioned.

"I'm from (Where you are from)." Y/n answered with a soft smile.

"How did you meet Colby?" Sofia, Carols little girl asked.

"I was in visting some friends in virginia, and I was in the hospital. Colby, here was my doctor. He nursed me back to health. When I told him I had to go back home he asked me to go on a date with him. Then it started from there." Y/n answered the 9 year-olds question.

After a while of talking Amy had gotten up to use the bathroom. Everyone was still eating, just listening to each other talk. When all of a sudden they heard a blood curdling scream.

Everyone jumped up as they got up running towards the scream. Amy had gotten bit. Y/n grabbed her long hunting knife from the holster on her hip as she ran over, stabbing the Walker in the temple.

"Is there any more?" Y/n asked as she looked around. All was quiet in the camp, until they saw movement in the woods. They saw a horde of walkers coming through.

Each of them grabbing guns and any weapons they could find. Killing as many walkers as they could.

Y/n held her knife close as she stabbed into the walkers forehead and temples as they got close to her. She was killing walkers when she had a bad feeling. (A bad feeling more than usual in this time of day).

Turning around she seen her husband fighting off a walker who had fallen on top of him. She ran over to him killing the undead. Colby pushed the walker off of him to the ground. Y/n helped him stand up while looking for any scratches or bite marks.

"Are you okay?" She asked pulling him into a tight hug. She could feel him shaking, he was shook. She could tell he was shaken up. He wrapped his arms around her, anchoring himself by holding onto her. She put her head in the crook of his neck, then she pulled back when she heard the gun fire stop.

"Is he bit?" Shane questions as he stalked over to Y/n and Colby. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm fine." Colby said while Y/n pulled away from his hug. But Colby kept a hand on her waist.

"What's that on your shoulder?" Shane asked as he notices a rip in his borrowed gray t-shirt. "It must've ripped when I fell down." He blew the question off as he tried to change subjects.

"No, it doesn't look like it ripped from you falling. Let me take a look at it." Y/n said as she looked at the suspicious ripped shirt. He nodded in defeat and let Y/n move the shirt to see what was going on.

"Oh my God." She whispered as she noticed the bite mark on his left shoulder. "What? What is it?" Colby asked as he looked into her Y/E/C color eyes. "You- You've been bit." She stuttered out as tears were starting to fall down her Y/s/t (Your skink tone) face.

"Wha- what?" He gasped as he touched the wound with his hand. Touching it he winces. pulling his hand back he looks at his hand to see blood.

"Is there anything we can do?!" He stressed as he stood up quickly. "The only thing I know to do, is not something you want me to do." Shane said looking down at Y/n and then to Colby.

"We can't amputate you shoulder. You're gonna end up turnin." Y/n mumbled as she looked at her husband through tears.

"Help!" Y/n heared Andrea scream as she was sitting on the ground with her sister in her lap.

"Just go. There's no helping me." He said as he seen Y/n turned to look at Andrea holding her dying sister.

"I ain't leavin you! We've been apart for six fucking months. I'm not leaving you to just die alone." Y/n cried while her husband pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'll go over there." Shane mumbled as he left Y/n and Colby alone.

"It's okay." He softly whispered into her ear. "It's gonna be fine. You're going to get over this." He mumbled encouragingly.

"I can't do this without you." She cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yes you can. You have Shane. I've seen the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you. You look at him the same way you looked at me. He looks at you the same way I look at you." Colby started.

"You be with him." She looked into his ocean blue eyes through tears. He looked at her as he took his silver wedding band off. "When Y'all are ready." he whispered as he took the wedding back and placed it in her hands. "I know you love him. So don't hold back because of me. Continue living, if not for you, but for me." He said as he closed his hands over hers.

"I can't." She whispered as she looked over her shoulder to Shane who seemed to be looking at the two of them.

"Yes you can." He cut her off before she could protest. "Don't argue with me." He chuckled as he shook his head. "I love you so damn much." He whispered as he pulled her into another hug.

"I love you too." She started sobbing as reality was hitting her.

After a little while he started passing out. He was breaking out in a high fever and was sweating like a pig in the middle of a Georgia summer. He told Y/n to shoot him before he turns. He told her he didn't want to turn.

So Shane and Rick carried him over towards the woods away from everyone else. Giving Y/n and him some alone time. But Shane was never far. He was close enough he could hear them as they softly spoke to one another as if nothing had happened.

Y/n was leaning her head on Colbys good shoulder while they sat against a fallen tree trunk. Sitting against the log they spoke to each other. They were acting like everything was going to be okay. As if there was literally nothing going on in the world.

"Do you think I'll have a big future?" Y/n asked Colby as she played with his hand in hers. He chuckled as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his shirt.

"Honey, I'm sure you'll have the best future anyone can ask for in this shit show." He chuckled.

Slowly he started rasping for air, making Y/n start to freak out.

"baby?" She asked as she noticed him starting to go out. "Colby?" She whispered while he slowly started closing his eyes then opened them back up. He coughed a little blood and sat his head back.

He chuckled as he looked at her. "Did you fake that?" She asked talking about his gasping for air. "Sorry, I had to prank you one last time." He said with a smile. She smiled as she shook her head.

"You'll have a great future ahead of you. You'll be with Shane. I know he'll take care of you. You have this group who will be your family. Then, I bet, eventually you all will have a nice little camp. With a big protective wall. You and Shane will probably have a few kids. You'll have your bad days and your close calls, but I promise you. Everything will be worth it in the end." He rambled as he slowly closed his eyes.

"i'm not even sure if Shane wants to have kids." She whispered as she put her head on his chest listening to his slowly beating heart and it started to get slower.

"Who wouldn't want to have kids with you? The most beautiful woman on this earth?" He questioned as he looked down at her. His once ocean blue eyes now blood shot as he slowly dies.

"You'll have a little girl running around y'alls home. She'll look just like her mama. Maybe a little boy. he might look like me." He joked as he started coughing up more blood.

"You'll have a happy family in the middle of this crappy life." He continued as he took a ragged breath.

He looked up into the clear blue sky as he started crying. She noticed him crying and asked, "whats wrong?"

He shook his head as his body shook in-between sobs.

"I'm scared of dying." he whispered looking into the blue sky he takes in the scene.

She started crying as she nodded. Whispering me too, under her breath. She felt as he gasped in for air for the final time. His eyes slowly falling shut as he took his final breath.

"I'm scared too." she whispered into his shirt. She looked up at him through blurry tears.

"Please don't leave me. You're my best friend. Please!" She cried as she shook him with her hands.

"Please. Don't leave me." She whispered as she looked down at him.

"Y/n." Shane said as he walked into the woods opening.

"He's gone." She said in a broken voice.

"He's gone and there ain't nothin' I can do." Her voice wasn't holding much emotion, but her Y/e/c eyes were showing all the brokenness inside her.

"He was my best friend." Y/n smiled as she looked down at her husband.

"I lied when I told them how I met him." Y/n spoke all of a sudden. Shane sat beside her quietly to let her talk without forcing her to.

"I didn't think they would like to hear the story of how a really met him." She chuckled softly.

"How'd you meet him?" he asked as he put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"I was at a party at a college. Some kids were serving drinks and I decided I was gonna get drunk and find a boy to fool around with." She started as she smiled at the memory.

"Well, I had gotten about three or four red solo cups of beer and had drank 'em. Then I had a mixed drink. I was pretty lit and I seen him. He was in the corner of the room with a few of his school buddies. I decided I was gonna walk over to him and try to "Seduce him."" She laughed as she remembered the memory.

"I told him he needed a drink and to stop pouting that he couldn't do that at a party. I told 'em I'd keep him company. Well after a whole bunch of talking and getting to know each other he offered to walk me to my dorm room. He did too.

The whole time he kept his hands off my body. He was respectful of me. Even though I was drunk and probably shouldn't have remembered half of the night since I was so drunk. He took care of me. I was a stranger and he made sure I was safe even though nobody knew where I was. MY friends had ditched me that night for some guys. And he was there for me." He nodded as he listen to her story of meeting Colby for the first time.

They sat in silents when Y/n made the first move.

"He told me he didn't want to turn." She said as she pulled her large bowy knife from her thigh holster.

"Do you want me to do it?" Shane asked as he grabbed the hand the knife was in.

"I should be the one to do it." She whispered as she looked at him with a smile. She leaned in to give him a passionate kiss. Then after a moment or two she pulled away. She took the knife and took a deep breath in. She pushed the knife into soft temples, tears falling down her face while she did it. Whispering apologize while she did it.

She pulled the knife out and wiped it on the grass, then put it back in the leather holster.

"Promise, You'll never leave me." She whispered as she went into Shanes strong protective arms.

"I promise."

Posted: 6-27-2020 2: 16 am east coast time.

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aripandagirl18 · 6 years

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What if Maggie names her crowbar Glen like how Negan named his bat Lucille?

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the-walking-throne · 7 years

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Where is the gif of Negan getting knocked on his ass? That moment was so iconic.

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hellcaster901 · 4 years

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The Wedding pt 5

Summary: Y/N is getting married in a few months, and its something that she’s been looking forward to for a while. But she runs into an old coworker, one that she just can’t help feel a connection to. Not only is her best friend not helping, but she’s trying to figure out now what she really wants.

Warnings: smut. Full of smut

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the positive feed back on my story! I just celebrated my 20th birthday and decided that posting a new part was a good way to celebrate with you readers!! And again thank you so much and if you ever want to be on the tag list for future parts, let me know! Happy readings! stay safe, stay home, and have a great time in quarantine!

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I groaned, turning my head away from the light, twisting to my side. A harsh, deep groan woke me up, my head shooting up as I saw Negan still under me, my elbow digging into his side. “Jesus woman.” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry.” I yawn, grabbing the back of the couch, lifting myself up. We both groaned, the weight of my body leaving his, and my back screaming at me for staying in such a position for so long. I rubbed at my eyes, arching my back as I heard a few pops. “Jesus.” I mumbled under my breath. I glanced over at Negan, eyes still shut, but a small smile on his face. “What’s the look for?” I whispered, poking his thigh. He opened one eye looking at me, not saying a word. “What?” I whined, dropping my hand to my side, my vision blurry as it adjusted to the light.

“Nothing.” He mumbled, lifting his arm and resting his head on it. “Just didn't know someone could be even prettier in the morning.” He grinned. I felt the blush grow on my cheeks, his grin widened. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling, rolling my eyes once again at him.

“Don’t be cheesy.” I snipped. “I’m surprised my eyes haven’t fallen out with how much I roll them at you.” I added, that grin turning into a whole smile, a few chuckles leaving his mouth.

“Just calling them how I see them, darling.” Shaking my head, I twisted between his legs, my back against the cushions, his leg stuck between me and the couch. He didn’t seem to mind, if anything, he almost looked happy I was making myself comfortable. I reached for my phone from the coffee table.

No texts or calls from Adam.

But 10 texts from Mary and 10 calls.

I groaned, tapping on her number. “Give me a second.” I whispered to Negan, the cold screen sending chills down my back as I placed it on my phone. I barely registered the fact Negan had his hand on his thigh near mine, his fingers rubbing small circles against the fabric of the sweatpants he gave me.

“Y/N? What the hell??” I knew I woke her up, but the panic in her voice gave me enough indication I really woke her up.

“Mary! Calm down, I’m fine. I fell asleep last night, I’m so sorry I didn’t return any of your calls or texts.” I mouthed a ‘sorry’ to Negan as I pushed myself up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen. I barely realized that Bear followed me, until I turned around, and saw the big fluff ball standing there. “Look, I just fell asleep last night.”

“You spent the night?” She shrieked, “At Negan’s?”

“I know! I know!” I exclaimed. “It just happened, we were talking and it just turned into us sleeping.”

“Did you sleep in his bed? What did you talk about? How nice is his place? Is he planning on taking you away from everything?” One question after another spewed from her mouth.

“Mary, I’m still at his place. Let me figure out what’s going on and we can talk later, okay?” She sighed, agreeing with me. With a quick bye she hung up the phone. I looked back down at Bear as he excitedly sat there, tail wagging at me, a big grin on his face. “What do you want?” I asked him, bending down and scratching his ear. He stepped closer to me, realizing that I was talking to him this time. He sped from his spot in front me, running to the clear door, hoping from one foot to the other. With a small laugh I unlocked the door, pulling it open and seeing him book it.

“Is everything okay?” I glanced over my shoulder, Negan leaning against the walkthrough, eyes staring intensely at me.

“Oh, with Mary?” I raised an eyebrow, “yeah, she was worried. Didn’t text her back. She thought you murdered me or something.” I joked, waving a hand. He chuckled, coming up to me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, tugging me close.

“I gotta say,” He started, his deep voice sending shivers through my body, “I’ve never seen a more gorgeous woman like you.” He smirked. I pushed on his chest, his arms coming loose from my waist, a smile on both our lips.

“If you think sweetening my up is the way to go to get in my pants, you gotta work a whole lot harder.” I teased, a hand against his chest, keeping him at arm's length away. In a flash he grabbed my wrist, tugging me to him again, a tighter arm around my waist this time, keeping me to his chest.

“How much harder do I gotta work, darling?” he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing along my ear lobe, goosebumps rising on my skin. My breaths came out chopped, my knees were practically noodles, I’m sure if he let me go I’d drop in a puddle right at his feet. He pulled me closer, his bulge rubbing against my hip. Just the thought of getting him back in me got me dizzy. “Cause just from whispering to you, I got you like putty in my hand.” I wanted to slap him for being so cocky, but he was right. This man didn’t have to do a lot to get me worked up. I was ready to jump this man’s bones, ready to knock him to the ground and ride him like I was some buckle bunny at a Rodeo, but he released my wrist, letting go of my waist as he walked around me. I stood there speechless as he opened the door, letting Bear in, looking back at me like nothing happened. “Whatcha want for breakfast?” He asked with a knowing smirk.

“You suck.” I hissed, crossing my arms. He only shrugged, stepping a bit closer. I closed the distance between us, grabbing his shirt and tugging him down to me, our lips crashing in a heated battle. It was like a switch flipped, hands were everywhere, not caring about anything else in the house. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in months and we finally got to see one another. It was a desperate feeling, and god I loved it.

He was like an animal as he took me, taking what he wanted from my body, not caring about leaving marks for Adam to see, not caring if my fiancé saw the bruises or hickeys he left on me. He ripped the shirt off my body, tossing it to the ground. He stared down at my exposed chest with hunger. “God you’re fucking gorgeous.” He moaned, watching my nipples harden against the cool breeze, my body reacting to every little thing. “I can’t wait to fill that pussy.” He growled, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me again. It was a passion I’ve never experienced, the way he handled me. He knew I wasn’t going to break, but he was willing to get me to my breaking point.

I grabbed at the waistband of his sweats, tugging at the material teasingly, letting my hand roam up his chest, his shirt bunching around my arms. He reached behind him, tugging the shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling him flex under my hands. “Jeez.” I whispered under my breath, gliding my hands back to his sweats. His breath hitched, his body tensing under my hands as I slipping a finger under the band, gliding along the elastic, teasing him.

“Jesus Y/N, do something.” He groaned, impatience taking over him. I gave him a teasing giggle, hooking my other finger into the sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down his hips. The clothes pooled at his feet, his cock springing forward, red and pulsing, ready to feel my walls clamp around him. I wrapped a hand around his length earning myself a low moan as I pumped him, the soft skin slipping against my hand.

“You’re so big.” I whimpered, looking up at him. That shit-eating grin was on his face again, quickly replaced with pleasure as I squeezed my hand around his cock. “What do you want?” I whispered to him, my thumb collecting some precum from his swollen tip. With a nasty smirk I brought my thumb to my mouth, licking the salty liquid. His jaw dropped watching me enjoy the taste. I really did, deciding whether I should keep teasing him or get down on my knees and get him to cum in my mouth.

“I want it all.” He smirked, grabbing at my sweats, harshly tugging them down my legs. I watched as he got down on his knees, hands on my hips, fingers playing with my underwear, I watched speechless as he hooked two fingers into my underwear, tugging the material down my chubby legs. “Fuck Y/N.” He moaned, his hands making their way back up my legs. It took everything in my body not to grab his head and shove him towards my pussy. I knew I had to be patient, I knew I was going to get what I wanted.

He hooked his hand behind one of my knees, lifting my leg and resting it on his shoulder, my thigh acting as one half of ear muffins as he helped himself to my honey pot. He wasted no time feasting on me, licking a bold stripe up my lips. “Negan!” I gasped, throwing my head back, a hand finding its way to his hair, tugging on the short strands as he ate my pussy like he was a starving man. He moaned against me, the vibrations sending waves through my body, clenching my thigh against his head. “I’m sorry.” I whimpered, not really sure what I was apologizing about. The fact he’s giving thigh clenching good head, or the fact I was a bitch in heat as he eats me out.

His tongue swirled around my clit, my hips bucking against his face as he grabbed my hip, pushing me against the counter. “Stop moving.” He mumbled against me, a small whimper leaving my lips. I was on cloud 9 as he swirled his tongue around my clit, moaning at the right times to send chills down my back as he ate me like I was his last meal. It was almost too much as my thighs shook, my heel digging into his back, my leg wrapping around his head, pulling him even closer. Any sane person would’ve politely pulled away, needing a minute to breath, but this man devoured me, letting me shove him closer to my heat, letting me grind my hips against his face. He was there for my pleasure, and my pleasure only. I tangled a hand into his hair, pulling at the roots, my hands clenching his hair tighter as I felt the tight knot in my stomach, the chills running down my back as it grew closer and closer to exploding.

“Negan!” A high pitched gasp left my mouth as he wrapped his mouth around my clit one more time before the dam broke, my legs shaking as I came on his mouth, my tightly shut, my mouth a small ‘o’ as I let my orgasm wash over me. I’m sure I sounded like a damn porn star as I moaned and whined under him, the fact that he made me like this was enough to make me dizzy, much less that the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me did just that.

He pulled back with a cocky grin, grabbing my thighs as he stood. I didn’t even give him a chance to say anything as I pulled him close, closing the distance and tasting my cum on his tongue. The tangy taste washing over my taste buds, only making me wetter.

He grabbed a hold of my hips, lifting me up onto the countertop, the cold material making me yelp in surprise. No time was wasted as he felt up my body, grabbing every curve, touching every nook and cranny he could, almost mesmerizing my body. His lips followed his hands, kissing down my neck, to my shoulders, down my chest. I gasped when his lips wrapped around my nipple, his tongue flicking at the hardening nub, his other hand coming up and massaging my other breast. “Jesus Negan.” I moaned, looking down at him as he relished in my body, taking everything I was willing to give him. And let’s be honest, there wasn’t a lot I wasn’t giving him. “Don’t stop.” I whined, watching as he smiled against my breast, looking up at me with lust. He pulled back with a sloppy ‘pop’, grabbing the back of my knees and lifting. Spreading me wider for his greedy eyes. As he stared down at me, all I could think of was that night in the bathroom, the same passion he was giving me that night, I was getting here. That he could not get enough of me.

I snaked a hand between us, wrapping my small hand around his hardened length. He moaned slowly, watching as I pumped him a few times before tugging him a little closer. He happily obliged, watching as I began to tease myself, rubbing the tip of his cock against my soaked folds, gathering my cum on his cock. “Fuck, Y/N.” He growled, his cock twitching as I rubbed it against my clit. I was teasing both of us, knowing if I had the chance I’d jump this man’s bones and fuck him until I couldn’t walk. But I wanted to savor this, I wanted this to last.

With an innocent look up at him, I guided his cock to my entrance, watching his face as he watched his cock slowly push into me. There was no way I could ever get used to his cock, the girth of him was enough to make any girl nervous about fucking him.

I gasped as he held the back of my knees, spreading me even wider as he buried himself in my heat, my breathing picking up as he watched himself stretch me open. With a satisfied groan, he buried himself completely in me, balls deep as he moved his hands down my thighs to my waist, my legs locking around his waist. I wrapped an arm around his neck, my other hand grabbing the edge of the counter, grounding myself as he stayed still, preparing myself. “What are you waiting for?” I whispered to him, smiling against his ear as I peppered small kisses along his jawline.

“You’re so tight.” He moaned, a gasp leaving his lips as I tightened around him. “Gotta give me a second not to bust right now.” I giggled against him, his hands grabbing my waist tighter. It was almost like it was a completely different person that lifted his head, staring down at me with a look in his eyes I haven’t seen before, admiring me.

“What?” I whispered, a blush rising on my neck. It was ridiculous to be blushing at him staring when his cock was literally in me. He gave me a small sweet smile, capturing my lips with his. The kiss was slow, filled with passion, making my legs even weaker. I didn’t think it was possible for any man to make me feel this way. The passion, the want, the sex. It was every girl’s dream. He kissed me slowly, moving slowly against me. He pulled out softly, letting me get used to him again. Like I wasn’t already acquainted with this part of him. “You won’t break me.” I whispered against his mouth, weaving my fingers into his hair. He smirked against my lips, dragging his cock slowly out of me, leaving the tip.

“I won’t?” He whispered back, watching my reaction as I lifted my hips, wanting more of him. I shook my head, basically begging this man to take me like I was the last woman on earth. God, I really felt like it. “Use your words.” He whispered again, slowly pushing back in, before taking it away again.

“You won’t Negan.” I shuddered, needing more of him. “I need you.” With an animalistic growl he plunged into me, taking me with force. A loud gasp let my plump lips as he rammed into me. His thick cock stretching me open. When I told him he wasn’t going to break me, he took it and ran with it. My fingers tighten in his hair, my other hand gripping onto his forearm as he pounds me, grunts and moans leaving him as he feels me tighten. He wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me even harder against him as we moved together. My hips grinding against him as he thrusted into me, our movements being exactly what we needed for each other. My ass at the edge of the counter, Negan holding onto me for dear life as we screwed each other “Jesus Christ” I gasped as he tugged me off the counter, his hands slipping down my body to the back of my thighs. I held onto his shoulders, gasping as he walked with me in his arms, his cock still fully in me. “What are you doing?” I giggled, squeezing my thighs around his waist harder.

“Getting you somewhere more comfortable.” He whispered in my ear. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the couch come into view. Negan turned around, sitting down on the couch with me in his lap. A smug grin was on his face as he watched me get comfortable on top of him. His hands squeezed the back of my thighs, watching as I pushed some hair over my shoulder. I leaned down, our lips meeting halfway as I arched my back, his cock slipping from my heat slowly, both of us moaning into our kiss. I started moving, bringing my hips up and back down, my ass hitting his thighs as I bounced on him. It sounded like a damn porn in here as I rode him. HIs hands found their way back to my waist, helping me, guiding me and pulling me back down harder onto him. “Fuck Y/N” He growled, throwing his head back, his chest rising and falling. I duck down, kissing up his neck to his jawline, steading myself on his chest. “You’re so fucking good at this.” Negan moaned, my head lifting and our eyes meeting. “My own porn star.” He smirked. Before I could even say anything he flipped us over, my back hitting the cushions, his cock slipping out as he grabbed my thighs, bringing them to my chest. I groaned at the stretch from my thighs, looking up at Negan as he grabbed his cock, rubbing it through my soaked folds. Without being told I wrapped an arm around my knees, holding them to me as his hand grabbed the back of my thigh.

“Oh my god.” I moaned, closing my eyes, just letting the feeling of his cock tapping against my clit wash over me. Again, if I died now, I’d be happy.

“You want this?” My eyes cracked open, seeing Negan staring down at me as he held himself, positioning his cock at my entrance. I nodded, my mouth going dry at the thought of him inside me again. “Yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow, “Tell me who’s pussy this is.” I was shocked at the statement that he said, my jaw basically dropping at it. He knew what this was, was just for fun. I knew that too, and the part of me that wish it was more was wanting to burst out and tell him everything about me was his, but I couldn’t. I’d only complicate things more.

“Negan I-”

“Tell me-” He cut me off, pushing the tip in slowly. “Who’s pussy is this?” I knew what the answer was, and it pained me that I knew what the answer was so quickly. But I kept my mouth shut, pissed but turned on that he brought it up. And he knew, I could see it in the smirk he had on his face when he saw I shut my mouth, refusing to answer his idiotic question. He knew that I liked it. With a sharp thrust he filled me up, a scream leaving me as my walls clenched around him. He fucked me hard and rough, holding my legs to my chest, hitting deeper and deeper in each thrust, not letting up. “Tell me Y/N.” He growled, the sound of slapping skin and moans filling my ears. “Tell me who’s pussy this is.” He was an animal as he used me for his pleasure, and as shameful as it is, I liked it. I shook my head, my legs shaking as my orgasm grew closer and closer. Negan noticed, using it to his advantage as his thumb found my clit, rubbing small but fast circles around the bundle of nerves. “Tell me.” He demanded, watching my facial expressions, the way my legs shook, waiting for me to cum. I shook my head, small whimpers leaving me.

“I’m gonna-” In a snap he stopped, taking his thumb away, stilling his movement, my orgasm inches away. “FUCK.” I yelled, frustration laced in my voice. “Negan please.” I begged.

“You know what you have to do.” He smirked, his thumb lightly tapping my clit, my hips bucking. “Whose pussy does this belong to?” He asked again, staring down at me, waiting for my answer. When I didn’t answer he rubbed at my clit a little harder, my walls clenching around him, my orgasm slowly building up again. “Tell me, and I’ll make you cum.” I knew the answer, we both did, I knew he did. But I knew he just wanted to hear it from me, have me say it out loud for both of us to know what really was going on here.

I bit down on my bottom lip hard, the taste of blood landing on my tongue as I bucked my hips against his hand, the sweet release only centimeters away now.

“I know how close you are, baby girl.” He smiled, leaning back on his legs, his cock slipping from my pussy, dragging a low groan from my chest. “You just gotta tell me.” he taunted. I needed this torture to end, and I needed to call Mary right after this. “Whose pussy does this belong to?”

“You Negan.” I yelled, my hands clenching the couch, my knuckles turning white. “You.” I whimpered, dropping my head to the cushion “Please please make me cum.” He happily did so. He thrusted back into me, his thumb working harder small circles on my clit.

“This is mine.” He growled, his thrust becoming irregular. “All mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours.” I cried, my stomach tightening. “Oh my god, it’s all yours.” It felt good finally saying it, letting it out. He held my thigh back, his thumb working on my clit, the knot in my stomach exploding. “FUCK.” I yelled, wondering if I ripped the cushions that I was holding on to, or if I popped something in my thighs from clenching them so hard. Either way, it was worth it. My walls clamped around his cock, begging for more, begging for his cum as his hips lost their pace.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked, grabbing the back and my knees and spreading my legs apart, the angle deepening his thrust.

“In me.” I gasped at the new angle, my pussy throbbing from my climax. I watched Negan’s face as he stared down at where we connected, sweat building on his forehead as he worked himself in me, his stomach tightening as I felt him twitch in me. With a hard groan he released in me, his cum coating my walls in white as he pumped himself, filling me up once again. He fell on top of me, his forearms holding himself up from not crushing me, our heavy breathing fanning over each other, my legs pushed up to my chest once again as he caught his breath.

I began running the tips of my fingers along his back, staring from the top of his ass, to his shoulders and back down, calming both of us down as he took in what happened.

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The Other Woman - Chapter 24

Warnings: Language, Violence, Angst

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Chapter 24

Roxy’s P.O.V

I climbed out of bed carefully so I wouldn’t wake Negan, although the rate he was snoring I doubt he would hear me. I grabbed my dressing gown and tied it tight, before fishing out my pack of cigarettes and lighter from the pocket of my jeans. I left his room and headed outside to smoke. I lit the end and stuck it in my mouth, opening the door that would take me outside. I froze at the sight before me. Sherry, Dwight and Tina were attempting to climb the fence, a medical bag wrapped around Dwight. I tossed my cigarette to the ground and rushed over, hissing at them to stop.

Sherry climbed down, dressed in jeans and a tank top. Dwight glared at her before jumping down along with Tina. “You can’t go. You know what will happen,” I spoke. “We can’t stay either. He’s not going anywhere near my sister,” Sherry replied. “Sherry we can work this out, I promise. Tina can keep having my points, I don’t mind honestly. Just don’t go.” “You’re so sweet. But we can’t stay here. Not anymore. This isn’t how people are supposed to live in this world. You said it yourself people are meant to pull together not apart.”

I took her hands in mine, pleading her not to go. “You stopped me from making a big fucking mistake, you told me what would happen and I listened to you. Please don’t go out there,” I begged. “I just want to be with my family, with my husband.” “I’ll talk to Negan; you know he’ll listen to me.” Sherry stepped back, forcing a smile and shaking her head. She’d made up her mind, they all had and there was nothing I could to change it. Fine. I turned to Dwight. “You got some kind of weapon on you?” I asked.

Dwight nodded, revealing the pistol in the back of his jeans. “You keep both of them safe ok?” “I will.” He promised. Sherry pulled me into a tight hug, kissing my cheek before they climbed over the fence and made a run for it. I turned and headed back inside. I got back to his room and removed my robe before climbing back in bed. He shifted in his sleep and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. “Where did you go?” He grumbled. “Outside for a smoke. I didn’t want to wake you,” I lied. Well some of it was true. We’ll just leave out the part with Sherry running away.

The next morning, I awoke alone. I sat up, his side of the bed empty. Lucille wasn’t in her usual spot meaning he was elsewhere. As if he knew I was thinking about him he burst in the room, slamming the door behind him. He knew. Of course he knew, how could you hide the fact three people who were here last night are now gone? I now had a role to play. “What’s wrong?” I asked innocently. “Dwight took off last night with Sherry, Tina and all the fucking medical supplies we have.” “Shit.” “I’ve sent Simon out with a team to look for them and bring them back.”

Shit. I had to think quickly. Something to take his mind off it. Something to calm him down. I cursed inwardly at the one thing that would work. I held my hand out and forced a smile. “Come back to bed daddy,” I spoke softly. “I can’t baby girl, I have to set up a run today and hope we find some more meds.” “Please.” I let the bed sheet drop a little, revealing one of my breasts. He glanced at my body and then my face, smiling. “I suppose because you asked me so fucking nicely.”

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A few days had passed and thankfully nobody had found them. That still hadn’t calmed Negan at all though. At least two people had been Lucilled because ‘they couldn’t do their fucking job’. He’d pretty much had every interrogated to see if they knew anything. Even the wives had been asked which had resulted in Amber having another breakdown. I was waiting for him to ask me. Even though I had been doing a pretty good job at either distracting him or avoiding him I knew it wouldn’t be long until he asked.

He managed to corner me in my room, playing nice at first. “I’m sorry to ask you baby girl but you’re the last person, you don’t know anything about Sherry and Dwight running off do you?” He asked. “No. Why would I?” “Well you and Sherry were pretty close.” “So? Sherry was also close to Amber.” “Ambers not smart enough to keep something like that from me.” Oh daddy you would be surprised at what she is smart enough to keep from you.

“You’re sure you don’t know anything? I mean Sherry and her sister did trust you with an awful lot,” he pressed. The conversation was cut off by the crackle of his radio. Thank god. “You better have something good for me,” Negan spoke. “Their back,” came Simon's voice. “What the fuck do you mean their back?” “Dwight and Sherry just came in on a bike.” “Tina?” “Dead.”

Fuck. Double fuck. I followed Negan out of the room and to the garages. Sherry and Dwight were surrounded by a group of Negan’s men. I noticed the way Negan tightened his grip on Lucille. Dwight had a crossbow slung over his back whilst Sherry was carrying the medical box. Both of them looked terrified. Negan grinned, Lucille now over his shoulder. “What was it that made you come back? You realised that your fucked out there without me? It had to be that after all only two of you made it back,” he smirked. Sherry started to cry and it took all my willpower not to run over and comfort her.

“Please don’t kill us, we came back with all the meds and everything else you can have, the bike, the crossbow. You're right, we can’t survive out there alone.” Dwight pleaded. Negan chuckled, “you hear that guys. I was right and I love being fucking right. My only problem Dwighty boy is if I can’t kill you what the fuck can I do with you? You broke the rules, took my wife, took what could have been another one of my wives and got her killed,” he paused, his free hand cupping his chin as if he were thinking about it, “I got me an idea. Simon, go get the fucking iron ready.” I felt my stomach drop. But there was nothing I could do. Not without dropping myself in it. Sherry and Dwight were led inside.

Negan looked over the crossbow and bike, “looks like a pile of red neck junk,” he spoke more to himself than anyone else. We headed inside where Dwight had been handcuffed to a chair in the middle of the room and Sherry was on her knees, doing her best to hold back tears. A crowd had gathered and I spotted the wives amongst them. Simon stood by the furnace, waiting for the iron to heat up. I had only seen this once before but it wasn’t pretty. Negan handed me Lucille before putting on a pair of heat resistant gloves. Simon pulled out the iron with a pair of tongs and handed it to him.

“Let this be a reminder to anybody that thinks about breaking my fucking rules,” Negan addressed the crowd. Negan pressed the iron to the right side of Dwight’s face. He let out an inhuman scream, the smell of burning flesh filled the area. Negan continued pressing the iron against Dwight’s face until it stopped sizzling. He pulled back, ripping off some of Dwight’s flesh. Thankfully he had now passed out because of the pain. Negan put the iron back in the furnace and removed his gloves, taking Lucille back from me.

Sherry was practically bawling at this point. Negan sighed and stood before her. “You know what, I don’t think this is enough,” he spoke. It was as if in that moment time slowed as the realisation hit me. I watched as he raised Lucille above his head and I screamed, bolting for them. I put myself between the two of them and glared up at him. He slowly lowered Lucille down to his side, looking at me with what I could only describe as pure hatred. I swallowed my fear and stood up straight. “I think you’ve done enough. Do what you want to me but leave her alone,” I hissed. “You're willing to take her punishment?” He asked. “Are you willing to give me said punishment?”

He took a step back, knowing full well he wouldn’t kill me. Everyone in the room knew he wouldn’t kill me. Simon took some initiative and made sure the crowd dispersed, the wives however stayed. I turned and helped Sherry up before taking her over to the others, where her and Amber embraced. I turned back to Negan, knowing full well things would be rocky between us to say the least. “You are in big fucking trouble,” he spoke. “I know. But I suggest you take Lucille and fuck off. If I see you anywhere near their rooms tonight you will regret it,” I threatened. “Are you fucking threatening me?” “I am and you know I follow through on mine.”

I took the wives back to their living space and made sure Sherry got a shower and decent meal before sending her to bed. I sat on the couch, facing the entrance door with my pistol on my lap. Amber stayed up with me for a little while before she eventually went to bed. I made myself a drink, some food and deck of cards before sitting back down on the couch, my pistol close by. Just in case.

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h-o-l-l-i · 5 years

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Master List *Updated*

Supernatural

Hunter’s Apology (sister!Reader)

Mr. Lowman’s Daughter

Winchester Woes (sister!reader)

A New Normal PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7 // PART 8 // PART 9 // PART 10 ***in progress***

Sam Winchester:

Surprise Engagement

Family Disappointment (Twin!Reader)

Dean Winchester:

A Hunter’s Lovestory

Love Lost

Deal

Marked

A Princess and The Soldier (Twin!Reader)

A Heartbreak and A Healer

What you Don’t Know PART 1 // PART 2

The Walking Dead

There’s A New Sheriff In Town PART 1//PART 2//PART 3//PART 4//PART 5 //PART 6//PART 7//PART 8//PART 9//PART 10//PART 11//PART 12//Part 13 (FINAL)

Notes for Sylvia (OC!Scarlett)

Just Letting You Know

The Grimes Way (Rick Grimes!sister!reader)

Daryl Dixon:

Falling in Atlanta

Keep Your Eyes On Me

In Sickness and In Health

Calm

No Good People

Say It Again

Overheated

Take You In (niece!reader)

Try Me PART 1//PART 2//PART 3// PART 4// PART 5// PART 6// PART 7// PART 8//PART 9//PART 10//PART 11//PART 12 (FINAL)

Family Matters (Rick Grimes sister!Reader)

Tough Cookie PART 1//PART 2//PART 3// PART 4 ***in progress***

Neagn:

The Art of Surviving

Fragile PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 (FINAL)

Carl Grimes:

Dating Carl Grimes

Son’s of Anarchy

Happy Lowman:

Let’s Ride ‘Til We Die

Juice Ortiz:

The Birds That Lead Me To You

Jax Teller:

Made in SAMCRO

//Imagines//

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Imagine Sam teasing you on a hunt

Imagine Sam being completely oblivious to you flirting with him all the time and Dean making fun of him about it.

The Walking Dead

Imagine being trapped in Terminus with the group

Imagine babysitting Judith

Daryl Dixon

Imagine teasing Daryl about making the bed

Imagine getting baby fever with Daryl

Imagine Daryl explaining art to you

Imagine saving Daryl and the others

Imagine seeing Daryl for the first time since he was taken

Shane Walsh

Imagine catching Shane staring at you

Negan

Imagine Negan finding you after you escaped

Imagine joking with the Saviors and making Negan laugh

Imagine Negan seeing you in a dress for the first time

Imagine Negan’s face when he hears you give orders to the Saviors

Imagine Negan’s reaction when you prove yourself to him out on a run

Imagine Negan coming back to Alexandria for you after seeing you on a pick up

Imagine Negan’s face when you beg him to take you instead of Daryl

Carl Grimes

Imagine saying goodbye for the last time

Glenn Rhee

Imagine Glenn's reaction when you tell him the Maggie really likes him

Rick Grimes

Imagine being Rick’s daughter and leaving him a note

/ / M o o d b o a r d s / / E D I T S / /

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon:

Mood board: Surviving

Negan:

Mood board: Cuddling

Carl Grimes:

Mood board: Protective

Mood board: Dating

Son’s of Anarchy

/ / E D I T S / /

Happy

Juice

Jax

Happy/Juice/Jax

Happy Lowman:

Mood board: Hap’s Girl

Juice Ortiz:

Mood board: Road trips

Jax Teller:

Mood board: His Queen

Mood board: going to a fair

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gageef · 7 years

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Uncle Negan : Part Ten

*****IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE PREVIOUS PARTS YOU SHOULD PROBABLY DO THAT BECAUSE I PROMISE IT WILL BE 100% BETTER AND WILL ALL MAKE SENSE.******

MASTER LIST

negan imagine / negan x you / negan x reader

warnings: language

“C’mon, Rick! Aren’t you gonna fucking say hello?”

Time froze as you looked around the block, soaking in each and every detail of the situation. Everyone in Alexandria had crawled out of their homes to see this evenings entertainment. Rick and Daryl sat feet away from each other in front of you, both in an obvious shock. You exchanged fear with Tara as you could see her scheming in her head what she could do to keep you all safe. Negan continued to lock you into his prison of a body, one arm looped firmly around your neck with the other pressing a hand gun into the right side of your skull. You closed your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself down. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5..” you counted down to yourself, “Come on, just make it to 10.”

“Look at that.,” Negan’s voice scratched at your ear as he whispered his taunts just to you. “Finally reunited after weeks of asking me to bring him back and now they won’t even fucking look at each other. That? That’s power.”

“6...7...8...”

His gun pressed harder into your head, “I think we should give those shits a little nudge, don’t you?”

“8...9...-”

“Al-fucking-right, Alexandria. Fasten your seat belts and listen up closely because we are about to play a very shitastic game I like to call, ‘answer my question, or I’ll blow someone’s fucking head off.” You suddenly felt sick as your eyes darted to the crowd, trying to watch everyone at once. “Let’s start with...” he trailed off as he squinted his eyes, scanning the crowd before landing on Eugene. “Mullet man. Arat, let’s get a shotgun on this fat ass.” Rick pressed his head to the concrete as he heard the gun cock on his friend behind him. Your quivering, heavy breaths filled the night as you saw Eugene break down into tears causing a chain reaction from those around him doing the same. “Question one goes to the lucky lady who refuses to leave my arms.” Placing his chin in the crook of your neck his stubble pierced your skin sending chills throughout your caged muscles, his grip becoming even tighter. “Do you love Rick?” Looked down at Rick who slowly lifted his head off the road, his head facing you but his eyes darting anywhere else but there.

Taking a few deep breaths, you responded frankly, “Yes.” Negan looked between you and Rick, adding a dramatic pause to the game you couldn’t decide if he had planned out or not.

“Question 2. Arat?” Pushing Eugene to the ground she locked the gun behind the next head. Aaron. “Rick. Do you love your wife?”

Rocking back and fourth on his knees, he quietly stated, “She’s the best thing I’ve found in this world.”

Your jaw dropped as the water works syndrome hit you, sending sporadic tears down your cheeks.

Negan lowered the gun while leaving his arm, his voice mellowing out creating a calm before the storm. “Did you hear that folks? Damn that is..that is just, that’s fucking great. That warms my fucking heart. Isn’t that such a crazy ass concept: ‘love’. The light in the shit storm, the memory you can’t delete...” You felt his arm drop to his side as he fumbled with his pockets. You had noticed a small rectangular object in his pockets before, almost looking like a phone which you knew would be almost impossible to be usable in the new world.

“HEY!” Carl broke Negan’s trailed off ramblings as he ran into the bull pit, his wide eyes assessing the situation.

“Thanks for showing up, kid. Now we can really fucking begin.” Negan ceased stumbling with his pockets, returning focus to the obvious important matters at hand. “Let’s get some action on that pretty dark haired woman over there, the one with the nice titties.” Arat then positioned herself behind Tara, making you weak at the knees. You exchanged looks as she remained confident in the face of death. She was like a sister to you and while seeing anyone killed today would break you, seeing her die would kill you for months to come. “Alright, Dix. I haven’t heard enough of your talking today.” He walked the two of you closer to Daryl who had remained stationed on the gravel since he came out of the truck. “A few weeks ago you had the pleasure of walking in on this fine lady and I. You made some claims, said some shit, made a fucking scene of yourself. I can appreciate that. I get it.” Your head rolled back as you slowly put together where he was going with this. “What was it you said we were doing? I’m getting old and my memory is sad as shit sometimes. And of course out good friend Rick wasn’t at the fucking scene, so I’m gonna need you to bring us allllll up to date on what happened.” He sat motionless, his stubbornness getting the best of him. “Let me remind you of the rules for this little game were playing. You don’t answer? I’ll blow her head off. You give a wrong answer? I blow her head off. So this whole fucking silent stick up your ass cover you got going on? Not your best decision. I’d think you would’ve learned after Lucille banged...oh hell. That Asian guy? Whoever the fuck he was, she fucked him real slow and sensual just for you!--”

“I walked in on them. Rick I-I saw them. Laughin’ and shit with the baby, sleepin’ in the same room.” Daryl spoke softly as if he was trying to only let Rick be the one exposed to this information, but naturally that wasn’t going to work for the big boss.

“Alright, okay. Here’s what I’m gonna do. You got 5 seconds on the clock, and you’re gonna say exactly what you said in my room or Arat’s gonna fuck that woman’s head like a virgin.” You saw Arat put her finger on the trigger, almost expecting Daryl to fuck this up.

“5, 4, 3-”

You strained in his arms, itching to scream out what he said. God, please Daryl just fucking say it. FUCKING SAY IT!

“-2-”

“I said you were fuckin’ and that he was never going to forgive you.”

Negan slowly backed up with you, pretending to look confused.

“But hang on, they just said they loved each other? Does that make any goddamn sense to you?” Resuming his grasp around your neck from behind, he walked you closer to the hostages on the ground. “But wait, now I’m starting to fucking remember.”

Shit.

“You and I had a conversation, didn’t we? Back when you decided to take advantage of my services,” With his every word, Rick cried his way further into his hands, “I offered to have my men take you home. To this fine ass town called Alexandria! But, but ya said something that I can’t quite remember. Something about...Rick, maybe?” You couldn’t stand his taunting any longer, but you couldn’t muster up the courage to say it aloud. “Oh honey, I know you heard the rules. Making me repeat them would be a choice you could fucking regret for the rest of your god damn life.” He motioned towards his right hand woman once again. “Arat, down in front on that feisty one we dealt with a few weeks ago.” Rosita fought as two saviors helped to keep her hostage with Arat, the ticking time bomb behind her. “How’s that memory now, any fucking clearer? Cause I have a feeling when that ‘holy shit’ feeling settles in, if it hasn’t already, is going to be pretty fucking shocking. Don’t make me as you again.”

You had to do this. You had to say it, or people would die. There was no escape, there was no option B, this was it. Wheezing in one more glass of air, you closed your eyes and began your confession. “I--I told you that..that Rick and I..” You looked up at the sky, searching for help and strength from anything to get you through this, the tears slowly resuming. “weren’t married and that...that we weren’t married and Mary, Mary i-is his but-”

“But the baby was...”

“Only his idea...” You barely got the words as you quaked in his grasp, unable to look at Rick.

“And what did I say when I offered you could stay.” His voice became low and stern, drawing out every word with more and more emphasis, his rage teetering on the edge.

“I’m not holding you against your fucking will.” You whisper made it to Rick and back as you felt the people of Alexandria closing in on you with their hatred.

“Huh.” He leaned into you, “And I’m the one he wants to kick out.” He laughed as he addressed the crowd one more time. “Alright you shitheads, we have one more question for you tonight.” He locked his head onto Rick. “Rick, Rick, Rick. Always the man of the fucking hour.” Knocking your knees out, you fell to the ground on all fours in front of him, both of you scheduling peeks at each other so it wouldn’t occur at the same time. Negan squatted behind you, completing the circle that looked like it was about to partake in some fucked up story time. “Now just a bit ago I asked you if you still loved your wife. I now realize that may have been insensitive, seeing as though you two are not exactly on the same fucking page with that. But I’m gonna ask you again and I really want you to be honest with me, alright? Just put your balls right on the fucking table so we can all see them.” he paused, “Do you love your wife.”

That was it. “God please, no stop i-”

“Hold on there, Princess. I do believe that fucking question was not for you.” He situated the gun on your head once more before turning back to Rick. “You know I won’t ask this shit again.”

Between sniffles and sobs, Rick dug his nails into the pavement before letting out a broken, “Go to hell.”

Taken back by his bluntness, you felt your jaw drop slightly as Negan barely had the same reaction. Standing up he rubbed his gloved hand over his face sweater, the stubble scratching his leather creating the only sound amidst the silence. “You know, Rick,” He stated with a sign, “I don’t have to, but she does.” With one whistle, you heard the shotgun echo throughout the streets as Rosita’s body tumbled to the ground, her life and brains blown right out of her.

“You could’ve stopped that, Rick, you cocky son of a bitch!” You started to feel lightheaded as his words began to sound like tattered lines of string flowing in and out of your system. “Now where is that baby?” A savior came over placing Lucille in his arms. “I want to see that fucking angel.”

“NEGAN!--”

He locked onto your jaw, choking you as he held you up with his one hand, Lucille in the other. “I said you fucking owed me, didn’t I? I’m a man of my fucking word.” He turned to the crowd yet again, “Uncle Negan’s ready to fucking play.”

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Series: Apocalyptic

Title: Warrior Princess

“I really wish you wouldn’t go,” My father, King Ezekiel stated, helping put a bag in the back of my vehicle.

I sighed, cracking my neck, “Dad, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,”

“I know… just watch yourself.”

I nodded, “I will,”

Seeing the both of us stand next to one another, you’d think we were brother and sister or even cousins, but that wasn’t the case.

I was the product of a teen pregnancy. Mom was 14 and Dad was 15.

I’m 32 years old now, at least from what I could tell by the calendars that we had laying around.

Dad patted my back and walked with Carol to the infirmary. °°°°°° Arriving at Alexandria, I was on the mission to check up on their weapons. The last that was heard, the Saviors took all their ammo and artillery, leaving them with just a few knives.

I had my own stash of guns that I was willing to give them. Rick was very apprehensive when I told him, but I was going to deal with Negan and the Saviors if need be.

“When are they suppose to be here?” I asked Rick.

“Today,”

I nodded, “Listen, I will take care of this, don’t worry.”

Harsh knocking on the gate made the folks outside jump.

“Speak of the devil,” Rick muttered, as we went to the gate.

He opened it, a small army all standing behind Negan.

Negan’s grin stretched wide when he saw me.

“Well hello there!” He said, bending back slightly.

“Negan,” I folded my arms across my chest.

He walked through the gate, stepping as close to me as possible, but I wouldn’t dare flinch.

“Where ya been? I missed ya,” He said, biting his lip.

I rolled my eyes, “Come off of it Negan,”

“Oh baby, I would. Just name a time or place,”

“That’s enough!” Rick growled.

While still looking at me, Negan’s brows furrowed as he addressed the irritated sheriff, “Now was I talkin’ to you Rick the Prick?”

Rick chewed on his cheek.

Using his finger, Negan bounced his hand in Rick’s direction, “No, no I was not.”

“Let it be, Negan.” I warned him.

Again, he got in my space, practically rubbing his body on mine, “Or what Sweetheart? What are you gonna do?”

My eye twitched and my nostrils flared. I spund around, calling to him over my shoulder, “A word in private, Negan!”

“Oh, I do hope the Principal gives me a spanking!” Negan said, gleefully.

I walked into Alexandria’s armory, slamming the door shut and locking it as soon as Negan was inside.

He pushed me against the closed door, his hands going up my shirt, palming my breasts as he attacked my neck with nips.

“Fucking turn on, baby,” he growled.

“You… can’t… be… doing that shit!” I panted, holding on to his waist.

I felt his tounge draw lazy small circles on my pulse, making me ache for him, even though I knew it wasn’t right.

Just as I was about to moan loudly, a sharp knock sounded on the metal door.

“Goddamnit!” Negan cursed, backing away from me.

He manhandled his hard length, readjusting himself as I fixed my shirt.

“Y/N!” Rick called, knocking again.

Negan’s chest heaved as he pointed to the door, “I’m gonna kill that mother fucker!”

“No you’re not, Christ almighty!” I hissed, trying to fix my bra.

The rest of the time, Negan pouted in between running his tounge over his bottom lip and giving me dark sultry looks.

As soon as Rick went on his way, Negan was all over me again.

He was rough and damn near primeval, “I want you so goddamn bad, baby.”

I groped him, giving him a good squeeze, “Not here.”

I leaned over and whispered into his ear, “Meet me out in the abandoned house outside the gate.”

“Fuck,” he cursed on a breath, “I’ll fuckin’ be there, baby.”

I gently pushed him away, going about my business as if nothing had happened, “Oh I know you will,”

Turning to face him, I quickly lifted my shirt, flashing him my breasts. I laughed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. °°°°°° Later on that night, long after the Saviors left, I snuck out to the worn down house.

The wooden floor creaked, my weight nearly too much.

“Took you long enough,” Negan said, scaring the hell out of me.

“Christ!”

His dark chuckle told me I was in store for some rough lovin’.

He came over to me, pausing when loud gurgling could be heard from outside through the broken windows.

Two walkers spotted our shadows, fumbling over their rotting limbs to get to us.

“Shit!” I yelped, pulling a hunting knife from my belt.

Negan grabbed my shirt, yanking me back, “If one more mother fucker interupts us; dead or alive!”

More walkers surrounded the house, knocking on the dilapidated wood and broken windows.

“You’re lucky as shit that I brought this!” He said, shoving my beloved sword at me.

“What the!? How the fuck did you sneak off with this!?” I demanded, pissed.

“Don’t give me that look Buttercup! I was gonna fuckin’ surprise you!” Negan had to raise his voice over the loud noise.

“What!?” I yelled, the house creaking badly.

“I had it sharpened for you! Merry fuckin’ Christmas, Happy Goddamn Birthday and a Happy fuckin’ New Year!”

My face went slack at his admission. Awwww! Negan was being such a softie!

Dirt fell from the ceiling as the wood began to crack.

“Open the door on my say so!” I twirled my sword, mindful of the freshly sharpen blade.

Before I could count, I grabbed a fistful of Negan’s white tshirt and yanked him down to me. Our kiss was hard and harsh, basically us telling each other to be careful.

“Don’t fuckin’ die on me.” He said, before going back to the door.

Though our communities were vastly different and the circumstances not at the very best that they could be, we still cared for each other.

“Same; don’t be a dick and leave me alone,”

He nodded and waited, Lucille at the ready.

“Now!”

He yanked open the door, letting in tens of walkers.

I swung my sword left and right, lopping their heads either completely off or in half. The fell in a heap, giving us enough space to run.

It was difficult trying to make our way through the decaying bodies. I hated to say it, but we had to split up.

“Go to gates and tell them to let you in!” I shouted.

“Fuck that fuckin’ shit! I’m not leaving you out here alone!”

I shoved my sword through the eye socket of a walker that had snuck up on Negan.

I pushed him away from me, “Do it, NOW!”

“Shit,Y/N!” I heard Negan yell as I took off running.

I jumped, yelled, screamed and even threw shit at the undead, egging them on to follow me.

I found a cliff not too far from Alexandria, where some had fallen over. Others had advanced towards me and I had no where else to go.

By the time I had finished with them, I was covered in head to toe with blood. My already curly hair hung in wet, blood stenched ringlets.

My eyes even began to burn because of the smell.

The lookout above the gate of Alexandria shouted for the others.

I shuffled my feet, my body aching from the exhaustion.

The gate opened enough for me to squeeze my body through.

“And just what the hell were you doing out there!? Where the hell is Ezekiel’s daughter!?” Rick barked out.

“You might want to watch your fuckin’ tone Rick the Prick.”

Rick looked over Negan’s shoulder at me, promptly making Negan spin around.

I stood, my body swaying. Slowly, as the last little bit of adrenaline left me, my body began to shake.

Negan ran to me just as I passed out. °°°°°° “What’s the name of that one show?”

“Shit kid, which one? There’s a fuck ton of shows.”

“The one with the woman. She had a battle cry and sword.”

“Xena: Warrior Princess,” I croaked out.

“Holy shit!” Negan jumped out of his seat, “You scared the hell outta me woman!”

“What happened?” I asked, wincing.

“You were covered in guts and gore.” The kid said.

“Beat it,” Negan told him with a lift of his chin.

The kid scurried out of the room, his sneakers squeeking on the floor.

“How the fuck are you, baby?”

“Sore. My body feels like dead weight.”

“Dehydrated and exhaustion. Scared the flyin’ fuck outta me.”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

Neagn leaned down, his signature grin showing his edible dimples, “Have to say, you did look hot as fuck.”

“Shut up,” I snorted.

“Serious as shit, baby. Had me rock hard! When you get healed up, I’m gonna fuck the ever lovin’ hell outta you.” Negan vowed.

He chuckled, “Make you scream like that warrior chick.”

“Xena,” I laughed.

“Yeah, Xena,” Negan chuckled, dipping his head down to kiss me.

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izthecannibal · 7 years

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Take Over for Me (Part 2) - G-Eazy x TWD Imagine

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

requests: Okay so Ive had this in the back of my head for the longest time and I just wanted to share it with you BC I love you: so imagine if Negan had a son (like Geazy the rapper BC THEY TOTALLY LOOK A LIKE) and like you and him fell in love but can’t be together BC you both are on opposite sides.. I’m so conflicted and convinced that Geazy is Megan’s son or Neagn is old geazy LOLOLOL

You need to do a part two of take over for me!!

pairing: g-eazy x reader

a/n: i wasn’t expecting anyone to like the first part of this let alone request a part 2 so that was kinda shocking but ya know i had fun writing this and i hope you like it :-)

word count: 1,391

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers

You had never cried as hard as you did when your suspicions were confirmed: Glenn was dead. Maggie was gone, and so was Daryl. Rosita and Sasha were messes--each in different ways. They all had a way of taking out their frustration; some more pleasant than others.

Maggie and Sasha never came back to Alexandria. You hadn’t seen them since the line up, and you weren’t prepared to face them. You feared a mere glimpse of you from their perspective would make their blood boil in memory of what happened the night you were taken from them.

Rosita was there when you couldn’t sleep alone. She told you she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since Abraham left her, and that she’d much rather have someone there to keep her company. You never admitted it, but Rosita felt more and more like a mother to you as each day passed.

You had no idea Daryl was at the Sanctuary the same time you were. If you had known, you wouldn’t have left until he was by your side. According to Gerald, Negan was going easy on you. If that was him being lenient, the thought of him being angry made your stomach ache.

Gerald told you he would visit sometime. A week had gone by, and you still hadn’t heard of him. He was probably joking when he told you he was going to stop by again, but there was something inside of you desperately hoping he was being serious.

You didn’t go on walks anymore. You and Glenn used to do that while Maggie napped. He would ramble on and on about how excited he was to be a father, but you also knew that he was terrified. There was no way you could really prepare for having a kid, and the situation you were all in didn’t ease his nerves a single bit.

Instead of strolling around Alexandria, Aaron took you on supply runs. You were never as helpful as you were after coming home from the Sanctuary. The death of two of your dearest friends and the capture of another was enough to light a fire beneath you, though.

You always knew every move you made was a risk. Before Alexandria, you were more prone to taking risks that endangered you more than most of the adults in your group were comfortable with. You were young, though, and someone was always linked at your hip to defend you if necessary.

As you grew older and became more experienced, you became harder and harder to scare. The things that once scared the life out of you were no longer seen as threats in your eyes.

As you became acclimated to Alexandria, your invincibility began to wear off. The things that you were once willing to risk your life for no longer seemed worth it. Before, you had nothing to lose. In Alexandria, you had it all made for you.

Being helpless in the face of danger woke you up. You were no longer willing to stand back and let others do your work for you. You had nothing to lose, and you were going to fight to defend your family, no matter what was at risk.

It was late out, and Aaron was able to get the two of you inside a little shopping center. You were pleasantly surprised at how lifeless the place seemed. There were no walkers within sight of either of you. You both came to the conclusion that it was probably cleared out by a group early on, and nobody ever came back for anything.

“The place seems empty to me,” Aaron stated, sweeping his eyes over the center one last time. You nodded, taking in the high ceilings and scratched floors. “I’m gonna go this way. Check out that area over there. Okay?” You nodded again, pulling out your knife, just to be cautious. “Yell if you need anything, and I’ll come running.”

“Same goes for you, big guy,” you joked. Aaron smiled at you and shook his head at the ground, the ran off in the other direction. You tried to read the letters hanging over the different stores and restaurants, but they were all coated in such a thick layer of dust.

A sign across the way from you was so close to falling off the wall that you were hesitant to go near it. Ralph’s was written in cursive with what seemed to be red neon lights. The color was barely there, but you took notice of the plastic around the faded light and tried to imagine what it looked like before.

Something about the way the sign hung so dangerously drew you in towards it, almost as if it was luring you into a trap. You grew up believing that if something was too good to be true, it was probably a lie. Nobody ever warned you about the things that look so terrible, but they draw you in anyways.

You entered Ralph’s and were immediately overcome with the smell of booze. The floor was sticky beneath your feet, and your sneakers created a smacking sound each time they rose and fell from the ground. Aside from that, the place was in pretty good shape.

From what you could tell, it was previously a bar. The back wall was decorated with shelves of beautifully crafted bottles of all kinds of alcohol. You were tempted to take one off the shelf, just to feel the glossiness of the glass. As you neared the bar, you heard voices coming nearer.

In a state of panic, you ducked behind the bar, squatting so you were on your feet and ready to fight anyone who came at you, but low enough so you wouldn’t draw any attention into the bar. You were able to make out two voices; one which you recognized instantly.

“Have you ever seen a shrine like this?”

“Yeah. Your dad’s.”

“No, man. These are so nice. Look at those bottles! They’re all engraved and shit.”

“Don’t let the companies draw you in with fancy bottles. Most of that external stuff is all a shit show just so they can get you to buy their shitty product.”

“Well, I don’t know where you’ve been the past few years, but I’m proud to let you know I haven’t paid a single dollar for anything; shams and real deals alike.”

The conversation between Gerald and another man was so innocent. They really sounded like teenagers, which was probably all they were when their lives were stolen from them. You began to think of what it must have been like to have Negan as a father, and for it to be normal.

One of the men came around the bar, and it wasn’t Gerald. You tucked yourself behind a counter so you were out of his sight, trying your hardest to keep your breathing quiet. The man scanned over the rows of liquor bottles, stopping every now and then to pick one up and read the label.

“Will you do me a favor?” Gerald asked. His friend nodded, turning to face him. “Grab me one of those apple ciders over there.” The man who you didn’t recognize walked closer towards you, picking up a bottle and handing it over the counter. “I got a cute girl to give it to.” You quietly sighed to yourself at his mention of another girl. You should have expected it, to be honest.

“Did you hear that?” Gerald asked. You closed your eyes and mentally swore to yourself for letting your guard down so carelessly. The room was silent for a moment, but his friend shrugged.

“I don’t know, man.”

You could hear footsteps coming around the counter, and all you could think to do was draw your knife. Before you knew it, Gerald was in front of you, looking you in the eye over the barrel of his gun.

“Jesus, (Y/N)!” he sighed, lowering the weapon. “I could’ve shot you!”

You smiled a little, admiring his concern. “Sorry. I’ll try not to get shot next time.”

Gerald smirked at your remark and set down his gun. He popped open the bottle of apple cider and rose it up to you.

“Cheers,” he whispered, “to the cute girl who seems to love making people want to kill her.”

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ao3feed-twd · 7 years

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A Savior was Born

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pZ3CGT

by EzmEmily

You are in the middle of giving birth to the newest Savior

Words: 1821, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Negan (Walking Dead), You

Relationships: Negan (Walking Dead)/You, Negan/reader

Additional Tags: you and Negan are having a baby, some language, Giving Birth, Negans spawn, mini Negan, Cute, Family, Fluff, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Negan is a proud father, daddy Neagn, Mommy Reader

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pZ3CGT

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hellcaster901 · 4 years

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The Wedding Pt 7

Warning(s): None, some explicate language, angst

A/N: I haven’t posted for this series in a WHILE, and I am so sorry for keeping you guys waiting, hopefully I’ll get back on posting more for this series! I hope you guys enjoy, and I hope you guys are all still staying safe and healthy in this crazy time. Enjoy!

The Wedding Masterlist

It was the 23rd of December as we walked through the Mall. Bags of last minute Christmas shopping in Adam’s hand as we went from store to store, trying to find things both our mothers would like.

“What about this?” He sighed, pointing to a small jewelry holder in the shape of a deer, the display holding earrings and necklaces from the large antlers. “I know they both wear those bulky necklaces, I’m sure it can hold one or two.” He joked with a smile. I rolled my eyes, biting the inside of my cheek.

“Why not. I think they’ll both like it. We’ll get one white one and one black one.” I smiled back at him, grabbing one box from the top of the table and bending down to grab the one hiding underneath. As I tried standing up one of the boxes slipped from under my arm, tumbling a couple feet away from me. “Damn it.” I groaned, resting the one box on my hip, ready to reach for it before I saw two large slender hands grab at the box. “Oh, thank you.” I sigh, standing up straight trying to fix my shirt. “Damn boxes are too bulky to carry them both.” I smiled, looking up at the man. The smile I was wearing soon faded as a pair of hazel eyes stared back at me from behind a pair of black glasses. Everything from that night I spent with him, to the morning I was sore came rushing back to me. I simply ignored his texts and calls after seeing him with that ‘woman’ in the restaurant, which soon became non-existent as time went on. I figured he moved on, forgetting about me, but from the look in his eyes, I knew he was thinking back on every time we had together, every touch, every kiss, every moment.

“Should probably get a cart or something.” He said with a tight smile, glancing at Adam. I watched speechless as Adam shifted the large bags to one hand, giving a quick thank you to Negan as he took the box. “It’s good to see you, Y/N.” Adam looked between us, a confused look playing over his face.

“You guys know each other?”

“Yeah.” I coughed, trying to keep a tighter hold on the box as my palms began to sweat. “I used to substitute at the High school he works at.” I explained, not even taking my eyes off of Negan’s. “Adam, this is Negan.” I forced a smile, watching as Negan finally took his eyes off me, landing them on Adam. He smiled at Adam, shaking his hand, but a different look was in his eyes as he stared down at him.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Adam smiled, not even picking up on the heated tension in the air between us.

“Likewise.” Negan forced, slipping his hand from his grip. He looked back at me, an unwavering look of disbelief in his eyes.

“I should probably go check out.” Adam smiled, slipping the bags by my feet, grabbing the other box from my hand. “Catch up and we can meet back up at the front.” He smiled, turning before I could even get a word in. Even though this mall was jam packed with sweaty, panicked people, it still felt that me and Negan were the only people in this whole building. Negan stared at me for a few seconds, trying to take in my appearance, trying to think of something to say. Hopefully, at least I knew I was trying to think of something to say.

It’s been weeks since we talked, since I stopped replying to him. And in those weeks he was all I could think about, wondering if what I did was the right call, or wondering if it was something I was going to regret for the rest of my life.

“You look good.” I smiled, mentally kicking myself.

“You do too.” He smiled back, slipping his hands into his pockets. Oh to feel those hands back on my- No! “How have you been?” We both knew the conversation was tough, and uncomfortable, but there was either facing this like adults or going our separate ways and always wondering.

“I’ve been great!” I smiled, fidgeting with my hands. “Christmas shopping, you know how it is.” I tried. I really tried to not make this awkward. And again, a silence washed over us. The silence was so loud, I barely could recognize everything that was going on around us.

“How come you never texted back?” There we go. I knew it. I knew we were going to do this. I sighed.

“Are we really going to do this here?” I answered harshly, “In the mall, while my fiancé is over there buying Christmas presents?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. “Because I just didn’t.” I lied, grabbing the bags by my feet. “There’s no other reason than I just didn’t.” I didn’t want to get into it, not in the middle of the mall, especially not when Adam was only a few feet away. “Have a great Christmas, Negan.” Before I could even walk around him he wrapped an arm around my upper arm, stopping me in my tracks.

“I don’t believe that for a damn second, sweetheart.” He remarked, looking down at me. I almost fainted feeling his hand on me again, even if it was through layers of clothes, it was still enough to make me want to drop to my knees and beg him to take me there and then. Just the single touch had all those wonderful memories come rushing back. “I deserve to know why.”

“I picked him over you.” I bit back, lying through my teeth, tugging my arm from his grip, trying not to make a scene. “That’s it.” Again, he grabbed my arm, tugging me close, ducking his head down, his mouth brushing against my ear. My breathing stopped, my eyes frantically searching for Adam, finding his big head in line, looking down at his phone as he waited to pay.

“Stop lying to me. We both know you enjoyed this cock way too much to pick him over me.” I gasped, keeping my eyes on Adam. “Does he make you cum the way I did?” He questioned me, his breath fanning over my neck, goosebumps rising on my skin. “Does he make you squirm just like I did from a single stroke of this cock.”

“Stop it.” I whispered, my own body betraying me as I squeezed my thighs. It’d be lying if I said I didn’t think of Negan when I touched myself or even when I was with Adam. Negan was always on my mind.

“Why didn’t you just tell me it was fucking over?” He whispered harshly, both of us forgetting we were in a public setting with our intimate position. “Instead of ignoring my texts, my calls, making me think I did something wrong.” The instant of what happened at that damn Qdoba popped in my mind, and it was like Negan was some damn mind reader as he read it all over my face. “Was it because you saw me with Margot?” I almost slapped myself for thinking that he wasn’t going to figure it out. I stayed silent, ripping my arm from his grasp again, taking a step away from him. My silence was all that he needed as he smiled, shaking his head. “You were jealous.” He chuckled, looking down at me with that amused gaze.

“No I wasn’t, okay?” I snapped lying through my teeth. Both of us stared at one another, anger and confusion in our eyes as we tried to figure out what was going on. “It was too much,” I started, lowering my voice, “I… started to get in my own head, making things more complicated than they needed to be.” It wasn’t an exact lie.

“Why didn’t you say anything? We could’ve fucking talked about-”

“I couldn’t tell you I started catching feelings.” I spat, realizing the second it came out of my mouth what I said. I stared up at him wide eyed, expecting him to say something, but nothing left his mouth. “I need to go.” I rushed, turning on my heels, practically running away. I heard him shout my name, but I refuse to make a fool of myself again.

On the ride home I was silent, giving Adam one word answers to whatever questions he had. It seemed like it didn’t bother him at all, if anything, he seemed content that I wasn’t talking. Blaring the radio, singing along, almost acting like I wasn’t there. I pulled my phone out, tapping on Mary’s name and began typing.

‘I saw him.’

It was all I said as I sent it, seeing the small ‘delivered’ underneath the message turn to ‘read’.

‘Negan???’

I took a deep breath, typing out the message.

‘Adam met him. And it was… a lot. I’ll call you when I get a chance.’

I shoved the phone back in my purse. What happened was something I was going to think about for a while. The way he grabbed me, whispered in my ear, the way he wasn’t scared to confront me about ghosting him. It all made me extremely horny. I clenched my thighs together, my own body betraying me as I tried to concentrate on the passing by surroundings rather than what it felt like when Negan fucked the living hell out of me.

When we got back to the apartments, I gathered everything we bought, dragging them up to the bedroom and shutting the door. Adam wasn’t one for wrapping and when he did it looked like it was run over multiple times. I knew I had enough time to be by myself, enough time for Adam to leave me alone.

I quickly called Mary, gathering the wrapping paper, scissors and tape and sitting on the floor.

“What happened?” Mary answered. I groaned loudly, cutting a large sheet of wrapping paper.

“What happened? I exaggerated, angrily wrapping the boxes. “Was I dropped a fucking box and he was there and helped me picked it up and then I had to introduce Adam to him cause Negan had to open his mouth and say some shit about how it was good to see me.” I huffed, all those emotions I had from weeks ago coming back. Wondering if this really was what I wanted with Adam or if this sex crazed life I had with Negan was what I wanted.

“What happened after that?” Mary pushed, waiting for the new details.

“After that Adam left to go pay and I was stuck there with Negan and he basically confronted me about not answering his calls or texts.”

“No he didn’t!” Mary gasped.

“He did!” I yelled, lowering my voice when I realized how loud I was becoming. I grabbed the tap, sticking some pieces on my arm as I began folding the wrapping paper. “He asked me why I didn’t text him back and he fucking figured out it was because of what happened at fucking Qdoba.” I rambled on.

“How in God’s name did he figure that out?” I could hear how puzzled she was.

“I don’t know. He said he deserved to know why I stopped and then he just sort of… figured it out.” I shrugged, tapping down the wrapping paper. “He then asked if Adam is satisfying me like he did.”

“Stop it!” Mary exclaimed. “He did not say that!”

“He did!” I laughed, Mary’s reaction putting a smile on my face. “And if it wasn’t for all the bags and shit we had from shopping I would’ve jumped him right there.” It was true, I was willing to risk it for him before and honestly, I still am willing to risk it. “But then…” A wave of embarrassment washed over me, remembering what I said to him about catching feelings.

“But what?”

“I basically told him I had feelings for him.” I mumbled. The line was silent, Mary processing my words almost the same way Negan did.

“You what!?” She yelled.

“I know!” I yelled back, dropping the barely wrapped gift, not feeling like wrapping anymore. “It came out and it felt like so much was going on and I know this sounds cheesy but him standing there felt like we were the only ones in the whole mall and it was so overwhelming.” A single ‘awe’ was all I got from Mary as I rambled on. “This only made me more confused I really don’t know-” My phone buzzed against the ground, cutting me off. “Did you send me something?” I asked Mary.

“Nope.” I grabbed the phone, a gasp leaving my mouth.

“He texted me.”

“Stop it right now.” Mary yelled. I swiped on his name, opening the messages, a chill running up my back. “What does it say?”

“‘At 9, meet me at the bar where it all started.’” I read out loud. It was like time stopped as we both processed what the text could mean. “Mary, what the hell.” I gasped.

“You better get ready.”

“Mary! It’s almost Christmas! We can’t go out the day before Christmas Eve and get hammered!” I protested, trying to convince myself to not go out when every atom in my body was telling me to go.

“I’m coming over.” She yelled, I heard her shuffling on her end. “And we’re going out.” I couldn’t even protest before she hung up on me.

“You’re going out?” I jumped at the sudden voice, the phone slipping from my hands. Adam stared at me from the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” I asked, suddenly very sweaty.

“You’re going out.” He stated, crossing the threshold, “With Mary?” I still stared up at him dumbfound, the words not processing the way they should be.

“Oh.” I said after a few moments, “Oh, I don’t know.” I shrugged, grabbing the half wrapped gift and finishing it. “She wants to but it’s the day before Christmas Eve and I don’t exactly want to be hung over tomorrow.”

“I think you should go.” He must’ve seen the surprise on my face. He chuckled, crouching down next to me. I felt a twinge of guilt as he pushed some hairs back from my face, tucking them behind my ear. “Have some fun, but not too much fun, ya know?” He smiled. Adam’s a good man, someone who loves me with all his heart, and it pained me to know that I’d rather be with Negan than here with a man I’m supposed to be loving.

“Really?” I asked, searching his eyes for any sign of discouragement.

“Of course, we’ll wrap everything tomorrow. We don’t have to be anywhere until the evening. We have the time.” I smiled, nodding at him. The fact that he was okay with letting me go out, the day before a big holiday, just shows I’m making the wrong decision. “Have fun.” He smiled, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “Gives me time to wrap your presents.” He chuckled against my skin. I smiled up at him, a twinge of pain shooting through my heart. “Get dressed.” He sighed, standing up and turning towards the door. “I’m sure Mary is in the parking lot already.” He joked.

I awkwardly fixed pulled at my shirt as Mary sat there, looking me over for a moment, a leg crossed over the other, her foot swaying. “I know you’re just trying to waste time.” She smirked, chuckling at the side eye I gave her. I watched as she pulled out her phone, checking the time. “8 o’clock.” She smiled, clicking her tongue. I rolled my eyes, turning back towards the mirror, wiping at the black fuzzies that lightly covered the top of my jeans. “Are you nervous?” She asked. I glanced over at her, expecting to see her smiling up at me, that cocky grin of hers, but I saw how serious she was, looking at me and really wanting to know.

“Yes.” I admitted, clasping my hands together. “But don’t be so loud.” I mumbled, glancing at the door. Hoping to god Adam doesn’t hear. Mary noticed my skittishness, shutting her mouth. “How do I look?” I mumbled, waving to my outfit. The simple skinny jeans with a band shirt was something easy right? Not too seductive?

“You look great.” Mary smiled, pushing herself from my bed. “Lets go break some hearts.” She smiled.

I sat there in the booth, across from Mary as she giggled at something some jerk said to her. He was the average ‘Chad’, the kind that you’d cover your drink at a frat party, that kind of Chad. I chewed on the straw, watching as Mary twisted a strand of hair around her finger, obviously flirting with the man. “I’m going to get myself a drink.” He pointed, smiling at her. She nodded, giving him a flirty smile. She stared at him, that giddy smile on her face, looking at me. That wide smile faded as she saw my face.

“Are you really flirting with this man?” I judged, raising an eyebrow at her. She shook her head, giggling lightly, swirling her straw around the drink. “You better be careful about the drinks he gives you.” You raised an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes, taking a sip.

“Good thing I’m not taking any drinks from him.” She snipped back, sticking her tongue out. I watched as her eyes flicked down to my phone, then back to me. “I’m surprised you haven’t checked your phone, it’s been like… a minute.” I rolled my eyes, grabbing my phone and dragging it to my lap.

“Shut up.” I chuckled, turning my phone and checking.

8:50 p.m.

Mary wasn’t lying when she said I kept checking my phone. Ever since we got to the bar, about 30 minutes ago, I kept checking the time, basically every 3 minutes.

“Look, if he doesn’t show up then you get your answer.” Mary sighed, taking another sip of her drink. I sighed as well, swirling my straw in my cup. “What answer were you expecting?” You looked up at her, all the flirtatious behavior and jokes aside. What am I expecting? What was I expecting from meeting Negan here?

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, Mary rolled her eyes, leaning back against the seats of the booth.

“We both know that’s a damn lie.” She pointed at me, taking me by surprise at the tone of her voice. “Now I’m going to ask you again.” She exclaimed, slapping a hand down on the table. “And you better go with what your heart says.” As far as pep talks went, she kinda knew what she was doing. “What do you want with Negan?”

Go with your heart. Go with your heart.

“I want something more.” I spoke allowed. Surprising both of us at what I said. A smile spread on Mary’s face at my confession. Finally getting that off my chest was a weight off my shoulders. “But it’s so… complicated.” Once it started, it kept coming out. Everything that’s been on my mind since I started to feel these things for Negan. “I can’t just break a almost 3 year relationship because of good sex.” I argued, shaking my head. “That’s ridiculous.”

We both knew it was more than good sex.

“What’s ridiculous would be you staying in the almost 3 year relationship when you had feelings for another man.” She argued back. “Obviously, what you have with Adam isn’t as healthy or strong as you think it is.” She shrugged, “If it was, Negan wouldn’t have gotten through.”

“You’re right.” I sighed, leaning back against the booth. Mary gave you a saddened look, glancing over at the bar, looking for her man. You watched as her whole demeanor changed, her back straightening, eyes wide glancing at me. “What?” I scoffed, thinking the ‘Chad’ she was talking to was hitting on another girl. You looked over, chills running down your back as you noticed the man standing there.

“Does he ever have a bad day?” Mary sighed, jaw dropped at the man. The nerves that were gone for those few minutes were back, seeing the tall, lean man leaning against the bar, ordering a drink.

“I don’t think so.” I breathed, watching as he turned around, scanning the bar. Looking for me. My chest tightened, my stomach doing flips as I saw Negan standing there. I ducked my head, my hair covering my face like a certain, staring down at my drink. “I can’t do this.” I whispered, wide eyed. I looked up at Mary, strands of hair covering my view. “I can’t do this.” Was I being dramatic? Probably. Did I think that I might let him fuck me silly if we made eye contact? Most likely. Was I going to try to sneak out with Mary and act like this never happened? We’ll see.

“What do you mean? We’re here, you might as well talk to him.” Mary hissed, glancing back and forth between Negan and me. “I’m waving.”

“Mary don’t, I-” I tried reaching for her hand but I was too late as she lifted it, smiling over at Negan, her small hand waving.

“He’s on his way.” She smiled, pushing herself from the booth, grabbing her drink. “Hello, Mr. Negan.” She smiled, I could hear the flirtatious tone in her voice.

“Hey there, Mary.” He smiled, I pushed back some hair, looking up at Negan with wide eyes. Mary winked at him, sending a flirty wave before walking over to the ‘Chad’ of the bar. I sat there awkwardly, watching as Negan looked down at me, raising his eyebrows in acknowledgment. “Do you need another drink?” He pointed to my half empty cup. I shook my head, messing with the thin black straw nervously.

“You can sit.” I smiled, pointing across from me. “I think Mary’s going to be busy with pretty boy over there.’ Negan glanced back, his shoulders raising slightly as he laughed at said pretty boy. He turned back, sliding into the seat across from me. I tried to keep my cool, I tried to not to mess with my hands, or rub them over my thighs to collect the sweat that started to build up on them. There was a moment of each trying to let each other gather their thoughts, mostly it was me sitting there looking at him like a baby animal that was just rescued from the side of the road. “I’m sorry about earlier today.” I spoke up, but he only lifted a hand, shaking his head.

This is it. He’s gonna tell me to actually get lost. This is my answer.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He responded, basically staring into my soul. I could see how much stress this put on him, the bags under his eyes were heavier, the way his hair was disheveled but in a sexy way. This was messing him up just like it did to me. I was just better at hiding it.

“You know why.” I sighed, looking over at Mary, who was giggling at something ‘Chad’ had said, lightly placing a hand on his chest, the image alone reminded me of when that ‘woman’ did the same to Negan, sending a sharp pinch to my heart. “I’m engaged.” I shrugged.

“Bullshit.” I looked back at him, shocked at what he said.

“What?”

“Bullshit.” He repeated, leaning forward on the table. I could see the anger in his face, the way he clenched his jaw, the fire in his eyes. It made me clench my thighs. “That never stopped you.” He bit back, licking his bottom lip. My eyes were drawn to them, wanting to feel them all over my body once again. “You developed feelings.” He stated, loud and clear. In all honesty, Negan wasn’t someone I knew very well, I knew he was good in bed, that he made me feel like the only woman in the world, but I knew he meant everything he said, anyone could see it in his eyes.

“So what if I did?” I shrugged, messing with the straw again. “That doesn’t-”

“Leave him.” My eyes shot up to him, wondering if what I heard was what he really said.

“What?”

“Leave him.” He said again, reaching over the table, grabbing my hand. I tried to ignore the warmth his hands gave me, the way electricity shot up my arm. He must’ve seen my not pulling my hand away was a good sign as he smiled softly at me, leaning forward some more. “It’s obvious that what you and Adam have isn’t strong.” Any sane person would’ve taken their hand away from him, slapped him and left the bar, but I don’t think I was a sane person. “Why be stuck in a loveless marriage if there’s someone better.” God, it was like him and Mary rehearsed with each other, trying to convince me to leave Adam. “Leave him.” He repeated.

I was speechless, staring at Negan with parted lips, trying to process everything that he was saying, trying to process what Mary told me before, trying to process that it was the day before fucking Christmas Eve and this really shouldn’t be happening now. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what anything was telling me. My gut was telling me that I was going to be sick soon, my mind was telling me that going back home and being with Adam was the right choice, but my heart… my heart said stay where you are.

“Negan I-”

“Y/N?” It was like my world was crashing on me at this moment. That God thought, ‘lets fuck her up’ and thats exactly what he did. It was like my life was in slow motion, the way I turned to see who said my name, the way everything processed in my head. It was so… slow.

“Adam.” I gasped lightly, pulling my hand from Negan’s quickly, glancing over at Mary who was talking to ‘Chad’ before she glanced over, seeing the situation I was in. “What… what are you doing here?” I nervously smiled, sliding from the booth. I watched as Adam looked over at Negan, his eyes narrowed, scanning him up and down.

“I thought I’d come and join you guys.” He mumbled, brows knit together, still staring at Negan. “What’s going on here?” I glanced at Negan, an arm over the back of the booth, his hand rubbing at his jaw, looking down at his cup before me. “Y/N.” He snapped. I jumped, turning back to him, his eyes on me now. He knew. His eyes staring at me intensely, pursed lips, waiting for my response. I knew that lying was only going to make things worse, and I knew that telling him what was really going on was going to end things with us.

“I can explain.” I whispered. But that was all the answer Adam needed.

“Are you serious?” He whispered back, staring at me with anger, confusion, and rage. “You’ve been seeing him?” He pointed to Negan, not taking his eyes off me. I opened my mouth to say something, to say anything, but nothing came out. I couldn’t find the words. But that was enough for Adam. “I want you out by tonight.” He spit. It was like my whole body just went numb, my jaw dropped, stuttered on what to say.

“Let’s talk about this.” I pleaded, reaching for his hand. I flinched when he pulled back from me, scoffing at the movement. “It meant nothing, Adam.” I whispered. Negan scoffed, sliding from the booth. “Don’t.” I pointed, at him, tears ready to spill from my eyes.

“No,” Adam started, staring up at Negan. “Let him say what he wants to say.” He snarled. I began noticing the amount of people watching, the people at the bar or at the booths turned and looking our way. Mary was speechless as she watched, not sure who to grab and who to pull away. It was like we were both helpless, and all I wanted was to die right at this moment. If an asteroid was to hit Earth at this exact moment, it would do me the favor of not going through this sort of pain.

“Can we talk about this outside?” I whispered to Adam, stepping in between the two men and their staring contest. “I don’t want this to be public.” I stated.

“No.” Adam chuckled darkly, “Let Negan say what he wants to say.” He pointed, looking back and forth between me and him.

“Don’t Negan.” I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the cocky smirk on his face. “You’ll only make things worse.”

“You know,” Negan started, shoving his hands into his pockets, that cocky smile still on his face. “If you just pleased her, she wouldn’t have come running to me.” A few ‘oooh’ rung through the bar, people hearing and enjoying the drama.

“Stop.” I barked, pointing at Negan. “This doesn’t need to happen here of all fucking places.” I snapped, turning back to Adam. He was fuming at this point, face red, fist clenched at his side. “We can talk about this at home, we can fix this.” I panicked, reaching down and grabbing his closed fists.

“Don’t.” Adam boomed, ripping his hands from mine, stepping back. “You slept with him.” He stated, “How long?” I wrangled my hands together, nervously bending and twisting the digits, looking around the bar. The people were loving this, seeing the drama, I was surprised that the manager wasn’t out here telling us to take it outside, if anything he was probably loving this too.

“We can do this at-”

“How long?” He shouted, making me jump.

“Adam,” Mary butted in, placing a hand on Adam’s arm. “You need to take this-”

“Stop!” Adam shouted, swinging his arm. Mary made a soft ‘hmph’ as Adam hit her chest, shoving her backwards, she stumbled back, landing on one of the tables and spilling the drinks there.

“Adam!” exclaimed, pushing past Adam, reaching for Mary. She groaned as she looked down at her pants, beer spilt all over them.

“That’s it.” I heard Negan mumble. I didn’t even care to see what he did, or what was going on as I helped Mary.

“You fucking kidding me, I just bought these.” She whined, looking up at me. “It looks like I pissed myself.”

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking passed her and seeing the manager of the bar heading our way.

“Besides me looking like I pissed myself?” She huffed, staring down at her beer soaked crotch, “I’m fine.” She looked up, her face scrunching up. “Where did they go?” I looked over my shoulder, noticing the two men gone.

“Oh no.” I whispered. “Come on.” I grabbed her arm, tugged her from the table, sending a small wave and a sorry towards the manager as we hurried through the crowd of people. All I could think of was what was going on with the two of them. If Negan was punching the shit out of Adam or if Adam was talking shit to Negan. I shoved past the people, shoving the door opening and heard Adam yelling.

“You think you’re some big man fucking someone else’s fucking fiance huh?” I could see Adam was fuming, a distance away from Negan, as he only stood there, trying to keep his cool.

“Adam, stop.” I hissed, coming up. Negan looked over at me, hands still in his pocket. He acted calm, but I could see this was stressing him out just like it was to me. “We need to go home.” I calmly insisted.

“Home?” He laughed, weaving his hands into his brown hair, resting them at the back of his head. “You think you’re going to be coming back with me?” The anger and rage was thickly laced in his voice, sending chills down my back and brought tears back to my eyes.

“Adam, please.” I whimpered, hesitantly reaching out to him, he only pulled away, sending daggers my way. “Let’s talk this out. I promise we can-”

“What? Fix it?” He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “How long has this been going on?” He pointed between me and Negan, watching my every move. This was like a fucking bandaid.

“It’s been less than a month.” I admitted, watching his face fall. In such a short amount of time, things were a mess. Has it really only been that short of time?

“Is that where you were? That night you said you were at Mary’s?” He asked, clenching his jaw.

“Yes.” I admitted, tears spilling. How did he even know about that? I could see the hurt and the pain in his face, staring at me like I was a stranger to him. “But I promise you I ended things, we were just here to talk things out.” He rolled his eyes, nostrils flaring as he looked at Negan. He put his hands on his hips, staring at me then back at Negan, I could see that he was thinking, looking at the two of us as he was trying to think of something, or anything to say. “Let’s just go home and talk this out, I’ll tell you everything.” I whispered, taking a step towards him almost like he was some wild animal that I didn’t want flipping out. And honestly, that’s how I felt. I didn’t know how Adam was going to react to things, I didn’t know what was really gonna happen, as of now, I felt like all I wanted was to curl up in a ball and cry for days. That’s it.

“No.” He scoffed, shaking his head, “For a month, you were with him.” He pointed. “Planning our wedding, telling me that you were so excited to marry me-” I choked back a sob, all the guilt, and remorse flooding to me as he spoke. I knew what I did was wrong, we all did, Mary did, and Negan did too. This wasn’t something that could be fixed right away. “And you’re expecting me to just let you explain yourself? Like it’s going to make everything better?”

“Adam,” I cried, reaching for him, but he took another step back, keeping his distance from me, almost like he couldn’t even be in the same area as me. “Please, let me fix this.” He chuckled coldly at my words.

“Pack your shit.” He mumbled, looking at me, eyes filling with tears. I fucked up. “Pack your shit and you’re out.” I couldn’t even get a word in before he turned around, leaving me in the parking lot.

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Leather Dreams Ch 4

Chapter Four- Entertainment

Summary: Bonnie and her group are new to Alexandria. Rick and his people letting them in during a war they didn’t know about, being thrown in as extra people to fight. But as she sees the man they despise, she can’t help herself feel drawn to him, and he can’t either.

Warnings: Swearing, Slight Smut (we’re getting there!!)

Author’s Note: Thank you to you all who have been reblogging, liking, and even following me from reading this story. It means so much to me. Which is mostly the reason why I’m posting so many chapters. I wanna give you guys as much as I can! Thank you again for the positive feedback, it’s just making me wanting to keep writing. And again, please let me know if you want to be tagged for upcoming chapters. I’m going to try to do other stories, maybe even some one shots. Please let me know what you guys are wanting from me here! Thank you again.

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I grew nervous as we got closer to my house, Negan following close behind. I could tell he was enjoying the view, I caught him a couple times staring down at my ass.

I saw Rob and Tony sitting there at the table, looking over at us. “Fuck” I mumbled, seeing Tony. The second his eyes landed on Negan, I could see how pissed he instantly became.

“What the fuck is this?” Tony yelled, standing up and pointing at Negan.

“Tony, knock it the fuck off.” I yelled back, stepping between him and Negan. Tony looked between me and Negan, a dry laugh leaving his lips.

“You’re protecting him?” Tony pointed. Negan was quiet during the whole thing, probably enjoying the entertainment he was getting.

“Why would I have to protect him? You’re not going to do shit.” I snapped back, pushing him back. He was surprised as he took a few steps back. “What I did, what I’m doing,” I yelled, motioning between me and Negan, “Is for you. I’m saving your ass so you don’t end up with a bat indent in your head and six feet deep. So either you suck it up, and stop acting like my boyfriend,” I pointed at him, taking a step towards him. “Or I’ll let Negan do whatever he fucking wants to you.” Both Rob and Tony were surprised at my outburst, wide eyes staring at me and Negan. “Now leave.” I gritted. WIthout a word, Tony walked around me, walking past Negan and leaving. Rob hot on his tail.

“Damn Bonnie.” Negan laughed, walking up behind me. “Didn’t know you had that type of fire in ya.” I could feel him settle behind me, his breath on my ear as he leaned down. “Makes my dick tingly.” He whispered. I whipped around, Negan only a couple inches away from. He stood there, staring down at me, his tongue coming out and licking his bottom lip. He reached up, his hand tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Has anyone ever told you, that you are fucking sexy.” He chuckled, tilting my head up to look at him. I shook my head, staring at him.

“What do you want from me?” I asked him, hypnotized by the way he was looking at me. He almost looked at me like I was the only girl. I pushed the thought to the back of my head as I thought about it again. He looked at me like I was the only girl in this community that’ll be alone with him.

“What do you think I want?” Negan whispered, taking a step forward. I took a step back, trying to keep the distance. But he kept coming, kept taking steps after steps, making me move backwards until the edge of the table dug into my lower back. I gasped a little bit, feeling it dig into my spine. He moves fucking fast.

“I don’t know Negan.” I whispered. He groaned a little bit, his hand coming down to rest on my neck, he held on, squeezing slightly. I moaned quietly, hoping to god he didn’t hear me, but sadly, God wanted me to suffer, and Negan heard me.

“You like that?” He whispered, staring down at my lips. I stood there quietly, refusing to answer. “I said, do you fucking like that?” He repeated himself, squeezing my throat a little tighter. I moaned again, nodding, a feeling of guilt riding up my body as I actually did enjoy his touch on me. “You dirty girl.” An evil grin spread across his face as he closed the distance between us, trapping me between his lean body, and the table. “You’re actually a freak, aren’t you?” He smirked, rubbing my neck, his body heat emerging into mine.

“Why don’t you find out.” I whispered to him. I was surprised at my own words, almost not realizing that I said that. My own mind and body betraying me. God fucking damn it.

“I was fucking hoping you’d say that.” Before I could protest against him, Negan leaned down, placing a fat kiss on my lips. I gasped against his lips, my eyes wide. I heard a soft clank, before feeling his arm wrap around my waist, his other hand going to the back of my head, holding me to him. I finally let myself enjoy the kiss, closing my eyes and moving my lips with his. HIs lips were smooth and thin against my plump ones.

I pulled back from his quickly, looking up at the man with wide eyes. We stared at one another, heavy breaths leaving our lips.

I couldn’t help myself.

I reached for his leather jacket, tugging on the front, pulling him closer, our lips colliding. I shouldn’t be doing this. This man was the enemy. This man killed Rick’s people, he almost killed Tony. I just kissed Rick not even an hour ago. An involuntary gasp left my lips as Negan lifted me up, placing me on the table. He moved himself between my thighs, a large hand coming down and grabbing onto it, squeezing. I moaned into his mouth, liking how big his hands really were.

I was amazed at how well of a kisser Negan really was. His mouth moved against mine in a sweet, slow kiss. His tongue tracing my bottom lip before pushing into mine, exploring every inch he could. He wasn’t wanting to rush it, it felt like he was taking his time. But I could feel the passion behind it.

I moved my arms, throwing them over his shoulders and pulling him closer. He groaned against my lips as I raked my nails through his hair, digging into his skin. I clenched around nothing as I heard the sound come from his lips.

I moved back to his chest, tugging at the zipper of his jacket, tugging it down until it opened, pushing it off his shoulders. It slid down his arms, falling to the floor. I pulled back, breathing heavily as I looked up at him, a white tee shirt covering his torso. His chest rose and fell as he watched me too. I noticed his plump lips, his hair in different directions, his eyes wide with lust. My hands went to my button up, slowly unbuttoning it, revealing the black bra I had on.

“Holy fucking shit.” Negan breathed, watching me slip the shirt off. His hand moved from my thigh, up my stomach and onto my breast, his fingers slipping into the cup before moving to the strap. “Let me see those tits.” He groaned, tugging the strap down my shoulder, my breath hitched as he pulled the cup down roughly, my breast being exposed to his eyes. “Damn baby, where have you been my entire fucking life.” He growled, making a b-line to my nipple before taking it into his mouth. I gasped, arching into his mouth. We have to stop, I have to stop giving myself to him. I have to stop. He bit down on my nipple, a small scream leaving my lips at the pressure.

“Negan” I moaned, wrapping a leg around his waist and pulling him closer. We both moaned, feeling his bulge rub into my center.

“Fuck.” Negan moved, rutting into me a little bit, getting some release. Bonnie, stop, you have to stop. This isn’t right.

I pulled him closer, pulling his head up and attaching my lips to his. I rolled my hips against him, his thick bulge rubbing harder into me,

“Keep this up princess, and you’re going to get my cock in that pussy.” Negan moaned against my lips. He kissed down my chin, his lips attacking my neck, biting and sucking as he rutted against me. “Or is your boyfriend going to have another fucking fit about it?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I whispered in his ear, nibbling on it. “And if you’re going to put actions to those words, you better fucking hurry.”

“You fucking dirty slut.” Negan groaned into my neck. His hands went to his belt, pulling it open. My mouth watered as I watch him reach into his pants, my pussy basically dripping, waiting to see what he was packing.

Before I could see what he had going on, a few knocks on the door ripped us out of the moment we were having.

“What the actual fuck?” Negan yelled, pulling back from me.

I sat there, wide eyed, my top hanging on my arms, my bra tugged down, pushing my breasts up. I watched him as he cursed under his breath, fixing himself. I was disappointed, not being to see what he had under those pants, or even feel it.

He looked at me, smirking as he grabbed his leather jacket off the floor.. He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me to him, his lips landing on mine. He bit onto my bottom lip, tugging before letting it slap back. “We’re not done here.” He smiled, a smug look on his face. “I’m not done with you.” He grabbed my hand, guiding it to his very pronounced bulge. “You feel what you fucking did to me.” I grabbed at him, rubbing him over his pants. I tugged on his shirt, ignoring the knocking still coming from the door.

“That enough entertainment for you, sir?” I whispered into his ear. I noticed the shiver at my words. He pulled back, grinning at me.

“You’re going to be begging me to wreck that pussy the next time I see you.” I pushed him back, his smile still wide as I fixed my bra. I pushed myself off the table, grabbing my shirt.

“I’d like to see you try.” I whispered to him, pulling the shirt on before buttoning it. You’re fucking flirting with him, Bonnie. What the hell are you even doing? I grabbed his bat, handing it to him with a wink. I got to the door, opening it and seeing one of Negan’s men standing there. The man looks at me, wide eyes. I’m sure I looked like a mess, my hair knotted, my shirt wrinkled and uneven on my body.

“And what is so goddamn important that you had to interrupt me in the middle of me getting my dick wet?” I blushed at his words, moving to the side for Negan to walk past. He landed a hand on my ass, grabbing tightly before passing. I glared at him as he looked over his shoulder, giving me a wink.

“I just came to tell you we’re done collecting.” The man said, staring at me for a moment before looking at Negan.

“And that was so important that you had to come and get me?” Negan asked again, leaning against the railing and staring at his man. The man stuttered a moment, trying to think of something to say.

“I thought you’d want to know, to leave.” He finally said. Negan shook his head slightly, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Get back to the damn truck, I’ll deal with you once we get back.” Negan waved, turning back to me. The man scurried off, running towards the gate. I watched him, noticing Rick and Michonne standing there. A wave of guilt filled my body as I saw Rick. I wonder what he thought happened in here, I wonder if he thought Negan took advantage of me, or if anything at all happened. I looked up at Negan, his eyes boring into mine. “You gonna give Ol’ Negan a kiss goodbye?” I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “Come on, you weren’t fucking complaining before.” He winked. I rolled my eyes, looking over at Rick and Michonne.

“They’re watching.” I whispered, looking over at them. Negan glanced, eyeing the two of them. He only chuckled looking back at me.

“Till next time.” He smiled, turning on his heel and leaving my porch.

***

“There’s not a lot Bonnie. “ Claire said, handing Emma back to me. “There’s enough diapers for the week, but besides that nothing. No crib or anything.” I sighed, looking down at Emma. She only smiled at me, holding her hands out to me. I grabbed one little hand, bouncing her slightly on my hip.

“I appreciate you looking.” I told her. I grabbed a blanket from the couch, laying it on the floor and then folding it. I held Emma up, supporting her head and laying her on the blanket. She wiggled in my arms, smiling up at me as she laid there. “Look at you.” I chuckled, see her feet go again. “You’re going to be walking before I know it.”

“So…”Jenny started, leaning against the table. “What happened between you and Negan in here?” She giggled, almost like we were school girls. I could see out of the corner of my eye Claire was interested in this conversation too. I rolled my eyes, standing back up and sitting on the couch. The two of them came running over, sitting on the chairs in the living room with me.

“Not a lot honestly.” I lied, keeping my eyes on the baby.

“Liar.” Jenny smiled. My eyes shot up to hers, surprised at how quick she called me out. “I know for a fact if a handsome man like that was with me, I’d be all over him.” I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, but his handsome man has done some shit. Shit to Rick’s people that can’t be forgiven.” I need to remember that, if Rick ever finds out what happened, I don’t know. I don’t even know what’s going on between us. That kiss was…. I don’t know.

“Not to us.” Claire told me.

“But he was close.” I reminded her. “He almost killed Tony. And if I didn’t tell him I’d ‘entertain’ him, Tony would be dead.” The two of them thought about it for a moment, realizing that I was right.

“Tony cares about you.” Jenny smiled weakly, “Love makes us do crazy things.” I rolled my eyes, knowing Jenny had some feelings towards him.

“But I don’t love him.” I told her. “The only feelings I have for him is a friend. And he’s forcing his feelings for me. He told Negan he was my boyfriend.”

“What? Really?” Claire asked, “He told Negan that?” I nodded.

“That first day we were here, and Negan came. He saw me upstairs after my shower, and he didn’t see anything, but I’m not sure exactly how long he was standing there until he said something.”

“What a creep.” Jenny scoffed.

“No that’s the thing.” I whispered, looking behind me to make sure Tony or Rob wasn’t listening, I leaned forward, “I don't care.” I confessed to them. Both their eyes widen, a sly smile spreading on their faces.

“You dirty girl.” Jenny joked, slapping my arm. I rolled my eyes at her, leaning back in the car. I looked down at Gwen, her arms waving and her legs going. SHe seemed to be enjoying herself. “So what actually happened when you guys came back here?” I sighed, leaning forward again. I told them about Tony and Rob, how I yelled at Tony, and how I told him that I was here because of him. I told them about what me and Negan did, how far I was willing to go, how I was willing to give myself to Negan, until one of his men interrupted us. “Holy shit.” Jenny laughed, slapping my other arm. I winched, leaning away from her.

“I know. I know.” I smiled, “But you guys can’t tell anyone. I don’t know how Rick would react.” I explained. “I don’t know if he’d use it to his advantage, or kick me out.” The two of them looked at one another, agreeing they’d keep it a secret. “I’m not planning on sleeping with Negan. I can’t do that to Rick.” I told them. THey both looked a little confused. “I kissed Rick when we were on our run today.”

“You slut.” Claire yelled, Emma jumped, her face scrunching up, tears falling. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Claire whispered. I huffed, standing up and grabbing Emma. I rocked her, shushing her as her sobs calmed down, turning into small sniffles.

“It just happened. He kissed me.” I told them. I wiped at the tears left on Emma’s face. I could feel Claire and Jenny stare at me. “If he didn’t pull over and kiss me, we wouldn’t have found Emma.” I told them, holding the small child in my arms. Her eyes started getting heavy, her face getting sleepy. “It was like… fate or something.” I explained. “We found Emma, and her mother. They were in a tent and walkers were surrounding them. When we finally cleared the walkers, I opened the tent and Emma was there.” I was still shocked at what happened, only happening a few hours ago. “Her mom’s name was Emma, they didn’t have a name for her, so when she gave me the baby, I decided Emma was perfect.” Emma slept in my arms, her sweet chubby face peaceful. I pushed back a few strands of hair, already feeling myself get attached to this baby. “The mother was bit, and asked me to look out for her. When I had her in my arms…” I couldn’t continue, remembering how quick the mom was. Grabbing her gun, and shooting herself without hesitation. I knew Jenny and Claire knew what I meant. “She’s my responsibility now.” I told them, looking up at them. I chuckled a little bit. “If you would have told me I was going to be a mother at 27, I would’ve laughed at you.”

“I’m sorry that you had to see that.” Jenny gave me a sweet smile, sympathizing with me.

“That’s just the world we’re living in now.”

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