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Summary: One moment you’re putting Judith to bed, the next you’re being forced to kneel. Hands tied behind your back you realize everything you’ve ever known is about to change. Suddenly you’re ripped away from your family and the love of your life. Negan has a goal to make him yours, but you’re already taken. And Rick will do everything he can to get you back. You know deep down, Negan won’t be successful in his mission to make you fall for him. Right?

Chapter 13: Decode

How can I decide what's right When you're clouding up my mind? I can't win your losing fight all the time

/Flashback/

"I didn't ask for this! I killed my best friend for you people, for Christ sake!"

The farm was no more. Shane was no more. The fantasy life you were dreaming of, was gone. No more sunny mornings with a beautiful orange glow across the open field. No more fooling around with Rick behind the barn, or chasing Carl for hours in the grass.

The only orange glow the farm would provide you now was from the flames of the fire that consumed all the memories you made.

The fire also did something else. It ignited something in Rick. Something you’ve never seen before. The light in his eyes was burned out, while the fire in his heart burned on.

"Maybe you guys are better off without me. Go ahead."

The thought of murdering your own best friend was something foreign to you. However, you understood exactly why he did it. From an outside perspective, you understood why he would seem crazy. But he was right. He got us this far, and he saved us from the devil that was lurking in our own backyard.

It was the first time you understood that sometimes, you have to fear the living more than the dead.

"Why don't you go find out for yourself. Send me a postcard."

“Rick,” you whispered. He was walking far away from the group, deeper into the woods. The weight of his speech still laid heavily in the cold winter air. Not wanting to be surrounded by anymore fire, you were thankful to be away from the smoke.

“Rick, please, stop!” You whispered harshly. The cold air burned your lungs. Trying to keep up with him, you could tell he was shaking with anger. You didn’t know what he was going to do. He looked as if he was going to snap at any moment, you just were praying he wouldn’t snap at you.

You didn’t need another Shane on your hands.

Finally, Rick stopped walking and leaned his back on the tree. He caught his breath out of anger, and avoided your eyes.

Carefully, you approached him. You slowly brought your hands up to his cheeks, and leaned in closer.

“You’re doing a great job.” You stated.

Rick’s expression turned from disapproval to downright disappointment. He started to shake his head and you held him in-between your hands with a strong grip and forced him to look your way.

“Stop. They’re scared. Their lives just changed drastically yet again. They’re dealing with a great loss. Killing the living? It’s not something that’s normal around here. Killing the dead? Semi-normal. They’re not used to this. You get it. You understand what it takes to keep us safe. They’ll understand eventually. They’ll understand how lucky they are to have you as a leader. Just give them time. Give yourself time. I’m on your side. Always.”

Rick looked at you with sad eyes and stared at the ground. He was breaking in front of you, and you wanted to do nothing but to pick up his pieces and prove to him what a great leader he really is.

“Please listen to me. Rick…”

He finally brought his eyes up to yours and you gave him a confident look. You leaned in and connected your lips with his. His arms found your waist and he held you tightly.

Breaking the kiss and coming up for air, he leaned his forehead against yours.

Whatever the future held for your group, you were sure you would be alright. Rick had the world in his hands. He just had to figure out how to handle the power.

“This isn’t a democracy anymore.”

“I have to admit, the little psycho killer scared me to death! I’m impressed!” Negan said, kicking his feet up to rest on his desk. You and Dwight stood on the other side, staring at Negan and waiting for direction.

“I mean, how many men did he kill? Five? With a fucking assault rifle? My god, what a little bad ass.”

“What do we do now?” Dwight asked, fidgeting in his stance next to you.

“I say we kill the fucker.” Simon says with a chuckle behind you, resting against the wall in the corner of the room.

“Don’t you fucking hurt him.” You threatened, staring at Negan with a glare.

“Can’t do that. He’s her son. Or step son? How does that work, exactly?” Negan asked with a questioning expression.

“Throw him in a cell. Let him rot for a few days, scare him.”

You whipped your head toward Dwight and snarled.

“You throw him anywhere near a cell and I promise you, you’ll have a matching scar on the other side of your damn face.”

Negan stared at you with amusement before laughing.

“Two psycho killers! Or, are you just turning into me? Hard to tell.”

Negan stood from his seat and walked around the desk. Standing in front, he leaned his backside against the wooden surface. His eyes darted between you and Dwight.

“No, we’re not gonna do that. I’m gonna take him back. I can’t wait to see Rick the prick’s face when I tell him what his son did. Oh, makes me giddy just thinking about it!” Negan sported a large smile that showed off his teeth. Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name.

“That’s all you’re gonna do?” Dwight asked. You squeezed your hands into fists and clenched your jaw. Negan noticed.

“Yeah. That’s all I’m gonna do. I know the kid did this without any incentive from his group. Trying to be a hero. I get it. I’ll let Rick set him straight.”

“I really think we should-“

“Hey!” Negan slammed his fist against the desk and stood in front of Dwight.

“Did I ask you? Did I say, ‘Hey, Dwighty boy! Please! Let me know what we should do as you are, in fact, in charge here.’ I don’t recall me ever asking for your shit opinion. So do us a favor and shut the hell up before I let my women have her way with you.”

Dwight stared at Negan angrily and didn’t say a word.

“Boys, you’re dismissed.”

The men left the office silently and left only you and Negan in the room.

“Wow, what a day. You must be tired as shit. You can go sleep, take the rest of the day off.”

“I’m going with you.”

Negan chuckled and crossed his arms, resuming his leaning position against his desk.

“Oh yeah? Under whose orders?”

“Negan.” You stated in a threatening tone.

“You know I can’t bring you with me. “

“Let me talk to him.”

Negan considered your request, and took a deep breath.

“Tell you what. I’ll let you talk to him unsupervised and in return, you let me take him back. Just us. I won’t even bring back up.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Fine.”

Negan smirked and reached his hands to find the your sides. He pulled you in closer to him as his hands found your rear.

"You know I like you even more when you're angry."

Rolling your eyes, you put your hands on his shoulders and pushed yourself away from him.

Negan stood up after sending you another smirk and walked toward his desk chair.

“He’s in an empty room with two guards. Simon is outside my office, he will take you there.”

You scoffed, “Of course he is.”

“Get out of here before I changed my mind.” Negan said, not looking up from whatever he was reading.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes followed you all the way out the door.

Simon led you down the hallway in silence. The bedrooms you passed were vacant; the members that usually occupy them are out doing their daily duties or spending their points. You were thankful for the quiet and the lack of wandering eyes. You didn’t need any more whispering to surround you, especially if it involved Carl.

The last room at the end of the hall had its door closed, and you knew you arrived. You waited for Simon to open the door and give you the okay to enter.

The door handle was grabbed and the door slowly opened. You tried to peer over Simon’s shoulder to look inside the room. Painfully slow, Simon finally opened the door all the way and stepped aside, allowing you to enter.

You ran into the room and searched for Carl, and found him sitting on one of the beds in the room. Running over to him, he quickly stood, and you both embraced each other in a hug.

Simon called for the two guards in the room to exit with him, and you heard the door shut behind you. Putting your hands on either side of his head, you evaluated his face.

“Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?” You asked, your voice shaking with worry.

He shook his head, “No. I’m okay. Promise.”

Nodding, you kissed his forehead and hugged him again.

You two stayed like that for a while, but it would never seem long enough.

Breaking the hug, you placed your hands on his shoulders and gripped them tight.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You asked through soaked eyes. The tears were flowing freely and Carl looked at you with a sorrowful expression.

“It wasn’t all my idea. Jesus was in on it too.”

Glancing around the room and behind you to ensure you were alone, you grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. You both took a seat and narrowed your eyes.

“What do you mean Jesus was in on it too?” You asked in a whispered tone, fearful of any hidden microphones or eavesdropping guards.

“This is all part of the big plan.”

You chuckled sarcastically and wiped your tears, swallowing hard.

“This? Oh, yeah, you’re doing so well. You really showed him. I’m a free woman.”

Carl rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“No. This was just a warning. To prove to Negan that we can, and will, take him down. I was never going to kill him, that would’ve been the quickest death sentence.”

“This was so risky. And the only point was to prove to him that you could take him down?”

“That’s not the only reason. Jesus was behind me on the truck. He snuck in while I distracted everyone. He was trying to look for you.”

Staring at Carl with wide eyes, you realized Jesus was trying to save you like he saved Daryl. Cursing to yourself, you glanced around the room. What would’ve happened if you weren’t with Negan? What if he did find you? Save you?

How come a small part of you would’ve felt bad if you left?

“Where’s Jesus now?”

“Once he saw you were standing outside with Negan, he ran. I’m sure he’s fine.”

Sighing, you brought your eyes back to Carl.

“Does your Dad know about this?”

Shaking his head no, you nodded. “I figured.”

“What’s going to happen to me?”

Giving Carl a sympathetic look, you grabbed his hand.

“Nothing if I can help it. Negan is going to take you back himself, and he said nothing bad would happen to you. He just wants to tell Rick himself. But I swear, if he even touches a hair on your head I will personally chop his balls off.”

Carl chuckles and shoots you a smile.

“That would be a death sentence for you, wouldn’t it?”

You considered the odds and smiled, “You’re worth it.”

Sitting in silence for a moment, you took in the sight of having Carl next to you, and your heart swelled with how good it felt.

“You look so much like him.”

Carl looked at the floor in sadness, knowing you were referring to Rick.

“Carl,” you whispered. He avoided your eyes. “How is he?” You asked, almost too quiet for him to hear.

Carl shook his head.

Looking to the ceiling, you tried to hold back the tears. Biting your quivering lip, you felt your eyes betray you.

Carl squeezed your hand.

“We’re going to get you out of here, (Y/N). I just know it. Just, keep doing what you’re doing and don’t let that bastard do anything to you. Or I will also chop his balls off.”

Breaking into a smile, you gave Carl a silent thank you.

You heard someone knock on the door and you knew your time was over.

Simon opened the door and signaled for Carl, and you nodded. Standing up, you grabbed Carl and hugged him as tight as you could.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too.”

Carl gave you a reassuring look, and walked out of the room. Simon nodded to you and closed the door.

You sat back down on the bed and fell apart.

Sitting on the bench that sat in front of the window, you stared out at the night sky. The moon was shining bright for you again, and you were thankful she was showing herself.

The soft wind blew the trees as you listened to the quiet night. Not even the walkers were groaning loud enough to reach your window.

Your one leg was tucked underneath you while your right arm leaned against the window, your hand supporting your head.

Sighing to yourself, you looked down at your notebook and grabbed your pen, and began to write.

I don’t know what I’m doing or what I’m supposed to feel. I also don’t have anyone to confide in, so I guess I’m writing it down here. I used to keep a journal and it was useful so, I guess I’ll do it again. It won’t hurt, right?

The calmness of the night still hasn’t lost its magic. The sunrises I once loved have been stripped away from me, but the night, oh, the night cannot be taken. She grants me quietness, strength, and tells me I can go on. The moon lights the pathway and tells me the right direction to go.

But how can my heart be telling me to take two different paths?

Sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating. This all becomes too much. The push and pull. The ups and downs. I just want it to stop.

My heart once was left with a man with a gold star and a cowboy hat. And now? It feels like it’s ripped in two.

The other man with the leather jacket may have the other piece.

But shouldn’t I be fearing him? Hating him?

I don’t know.

At the end of the day, they seem to have more similarities than differences.

But I’m in love, right?

Yes.

But am I in love with more than one person?

I don’t think I want to know the answer.

All I know is, you cannot live without love. Whether it’s the love from friendship, a partner, or family. Human beings need love to go on.

Maybe I’m just craving that kind of human connection. The intimacy. Maybe it’s not the person, maybe it’s just the feeling. Since the person who provided it from me has been taken away.

Put both men in a room I know who I’d choose.

But that doesn’t help my current situation. That doesn’t help where my physical body is now. And maybe this was the plan all along. Take away everything that makes her human to make her crave the monster that can provide.

Or maybe, just maybe.

This was caused by love, too.

Wiping your eyes, you closed your pen with its cap and closed your notebook. Taking a deep breath, you let out all your concerns and worries out of your body and into the air.

Walking over to the desk, you open one of the drawers and grab a lighter.

Igniting the device, you take the flame to the corner of the notebook, and watch it catch fire.

Dropping it into the trashcan, you let it burn.

The door opens, and Negan walks inside. He glances at you and to the trashcan, and closes the door.

“What are we burning?” He asks, seemingly unconcerned with the small fire.

Taking your water bottle, you unscrew the cap and dump the water into the can, letting the flames die out.

“I’m not entirely sure.” You whisper, staring at the smoke arising into the air.

Negan gave you a slightly confused expression, but let it go. He took off his jacket and threw it on the chair, and you turned to lie on your side of the bed.

He kept glancing to you while he changed his attire into a more comfortable outfit. Why unfolding a gray t-shirt, he glanced at you again.

“You aright?”

Resting your head on the pillow, your back faced Negan. You didn’t answer.

You felt the bed dip as it accommodated Negan’s weight, and his body felt close to yours.

“The kid is fine.”

Turning on your back, your head moved to stare into Negan’s eyes. His head was propped on his hand and his body mimicked your old position.

“If you’re lying to me-“

“Why would I lie? Jesus Christ, when are you gonna fucking trust me? What else do I have to do?”

Swallowing hard, you avert your eyes and stare back out the window. Feeling his hand cup your cheek, he turns your head back toward his.

“I’m a man of my word. And for some fucking reason, I can’t disobey you. You have me wrapped around your goddamn finger and it pisses me the fuck off.”

Taking in his words, you feel your eyelids become heavy. Closing them for a moment, you feel his lips gently touch yours. Too exhausted to move, physically and emotionally, you let his lips dance with yours in the darkened room.

The kiss becomes needier, more ravenous. His leg hooks over your waist and you feel his weight on top of yours. Your legs spread to accommodate him instantly, and the movement was like clockwork. You didn’t realize what you just did until you felt his hips grind into yours, and a moan escaped your lips.

His right hand started to explore your body, his fingertips leaving sparks of electricity everywhere it touched. Goosebumps followed to leave proof that his hands were there, and your heart rate started to quicken.

The lips of a man you never called your own latched onto your neck, and his salt and peppered beard scratched the sensitive skin. Involuntarily, your neck moved to allow him more access. His calloused fingers found your chest, and you cursed yourself for removing your bra earlier. He squeezed which caused you to whimper, and you felt him smirk against your neck.

Gripping his shirt you tug it up, and he leans back to remove it from his body. Your hands roam his naked torso as his lips come back to reunite with yours. The soft hairs that lied on his chest found your fingers, and you enjoyed the feeling of your hands intertwining with them.

His hand left your chest and you sighed in relief, until you felt it crawling up your shirt. You shivered in anticipation. Your mind was cloudy and you couldn’t think straight. For once, you decided to let something other than your head do the talking.

The large hand traveled up your abdomen and teased the area around your chest. Your breasts reacted, and you bit your lip. He found the hard nubs and squeezed them, causing you to moan into his mouth. Your hips thrusted into his as he attacked the sensitive area, and he smirked against you.

His lips left yours and once again he found that spot on your neck that made your eyes roll in the back of your head. He sucked on the pulse point and bit the flesh, while your hands gripped his hair black hair tightly.

The hand that was assaulting your nipples reached down to lift your shirt, and Negan leaned back to look at the view. Your chest was bare now, and you blushed as his hungry eyes took you in. Your shirt wasn't fully removed and you could easily pull it down and be clothed once again, but you didn't. And you've never felt more naked than you did at this moment.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. You bit your lip and watched him lean down and capture a nipple into his mouth. You threw your head back at the sensation and bucked your hips up again, causing him to groan. You could feel his hard on as you did so, and it only encouraged you to repeat the act again.

This time, his hips met yours, and you both moaned into each other. He moved to your other nipple and began to torture it with his tongue as your hand left his hair to travel down his chest. Once you reached his sweat pants, you found his member and held it in your hands, feeling him grow beneath you. Finding the courage you dip your hands past the elastic waist band, and feel him over his briefs. You squeeze him which causes him to groan into your breast. You massage his length and gasp at the large size as he brings his face up to yours. He kisses you fiercely as you both feel each other.

His hand grabs your busy arm and pulls it out of his pants. You frown at the loss and in fear that you did something wrong. His weight is removed from you as he turns to lay next to you. Suddenly he grabs you, forcing you to lay sideways with your back against his chest.

He grabs your left leg and swings it to lay across his legs, giving him open access to the area that was begging for it most.

His lips found your neck and you were thankful it wasn’t the same side he was previously invading. His left hand massaged your breasts once more before it slowly moved south down your body. His rough hands traced every curve, every scar, and every mark he could find before his hands hovered over your shorts. You closed your eyes and sighed in anticipation.

Negan brought his head up from your neck and looked into your eyes, and you stared into his. Giving him a small nod, he kissed you while simultaneously advancing his hand forward.

His fingers tangled themselves in your wetness, and you moaned at the contact. His brushed his fingers up and down your mound, before pushing themselves in between your lips. You kissed him harder, your tongue aggressively attacking his. He played with your slit while searching for your clit and he smirked as your hips buckled forward when he found it.

He started to circle it with his fingers rapidly, and you quickly became out of breath. You were a mess of moans and sloppy kisses as his tongue continued to explore your mouth.

“You’re fucking dripping for me, doll.” He whispered in a ragged tone. Shutting your eyes tight, you swallowed hard. You tried to keep yourself together as his skillful fingers danced across you.

“Negan,” you whispered, mentally slapping yourself for how needy you sound. You grabbed his arm and tugged it down, signaling him to go further.

He took the hint and he took it well as his fingers brushed past your clit and found the entrance to the most private area your body held. He dipped a finger in to explore, and your throat ran dry. You haven’t felt this type of pleasure in months, and you didn’t realize how desperate you were to be touched.

Hearing the encouragement from your whimpers and the wetness of his fingers, Negan added a second finger, and began to thrust. His rough movements caused you to lose your voice, your rapid breaths were filling the room with the sound of your dripping core.

His head laid against yours as you unraveled against him. His fingers hit the spot inside you that caused sparks to fly across your vision. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt weightless. Your head fell to the side against Negan's as he continued to hit the area over and over again.

You moaned his name loudly as your legs shook beneath you. You felt yourself becoming limp as his fingers slowed their movements. Negan kissed your cheeks as you came down from your high, still keeping your eyes closed and not daring to move.

His fingers left your center and gave your clit one more swirl before removing his hand entirely. You lazily opened your eyes to find him sucking his fingers clean of your juices. You moaned quietly at the sight.

Grinding your hips back, you felt his hardness against you. He shook his head and kissed your ear, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I want you,” he whispered into your ear before rubbing himself against you once more.

“But I’m not going to take you tonight. We’re taking this slow, and you need to rest.” He kissed your cheek before relaxing into the pillow, and loosely hanging his arm around your waist.

“Goodnight, doll.” He mumbled.

Once again, you stared out the window at the moon and swallowed thickly. You wondered if you betrayed her.

You lost yourself that night.

#negan x reader #negan x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #negans thirst squad

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thedespondentone-blog · 8 years ago

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Unobstructed Views

Read the others here:

[One], [Two], [Three], [Four], [Five], [Six], [Seven], [Eight], [Nine], [Ten], [Eleven]

Also read on AO3: X

Summary: One moment you're putting Judith to bed, the next you're being forced to kneel. Hands tied behind your back you realize everything you've ever known is about to change. Suddenly you're ripped away from your family and the love of your life. Negan has a goal to make him yours, but you're already taken. And Rick will do everything he can to get you back. You know deep down, Negan won't be successful in his mission to make you fall for him. Right?

Chapter 12 By The Throat

Taking over parts of mine That I will pay for every time If I could catch you and cut your ties I would leave you, every time

/Flashback/

The prison was eerily quiet. The only sound that existed was the trees swaying in the summer wind. Rick furrowed his brow and surveyed the area surrounding the prison. Something wasn’t right.

Exiting the watchtower, he decided to head inside. He passed a few people, sending them a nod or a small wave. Everyone seemed preoccupied, busying themselves with daily duties to keep this place going. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Reaching the cells, he walked into the one he shared with you. He found it vacant. The bed sheets were ruffled from where you two left them this morning. Your dirty clothes still lay on the floor and the spot where your work shoes are usually kept were gone.

Walking toward the cafeteria, Rick shook his head. Talking to Carol for a short moment thinking you were helping her with meals, he found himself stuck.

You weren’t with Beth helping with Judith. You weren’t with Daryl preparing weapons for the next run. You weren’t with Carl making him do homework or making him sit through your school lessons, trying to give him somewhat of an academic life.

So where were you?

Rick’s palms started to become sweaty and his heart started to race. It was only then he realized what a big difference your absence made in the community. It was too quiet. Too dark. It felt wrong.

Picking up his pace, he walked to the front of the prison again. He ran out onto the grassy opening and to the fence, trying to see if you were clearing it from walkers or checking the sturdiness of the fence.

Neither were true.

Running in a full on sprint, Rick ran back into the prison and yelled for everyone to gather around him. He asked every single person if they have seen you, and each person came up empty.

“Where is she?” Rick asked, pacing back and forth, his shirt damp with sweat.

“Where is she?!” Rick yelled. Nobody answered, and nobody took their eyes off of their leader.

“Fuck!” Rick screamed, running his hand through his hair.

Glenn’s head was franticly searching around the room before he swore to himself.

“Guys, where is Maggie?” Glenn asked nervously. Rick stared at him in disbelief.

“I know where they are.” Michonne said, quietly. Everyone in the room turned to stare at her, but her eyes were set on Ricks.

The room was dark. Only a single light hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room. A large wooden table sat in the middle, accompanied by a single chair. Sighing to yourself, you kept you place on the floor in the corner of the room.

The door opened and your head shot toward it. Your eyes quickly darted to the large metal hand with a knife extending itself from it and you gulped at the sight.

Watching the door shut in your peripheral vision, the man walked in and didn't avert his eyes from you. He chuckled before walking over and grabbing the chair from the wooden table. He carried it over and sat it on the cold surface close to you before taking a seat.

"Well, well, well, who do we have here?"

“Fuck you.”

Smiling to himself, he shook his head.

“Now, sweetheart, you don’t wanna do that. Be a good little girl and cooperate with me, and I may not even cope a feel.”

Giving him a repulsed expression, you rolled your eyes.

“Now, a little birdy told me you got a big group with lots of weapons and! The best part! A motha’ fuckin’ prison! Now that’s some crazy shit. Is that true?”

Staring at him with an expressionless face, you kept still.

“Come on, darlin’. Talk to me. You don’t wanna make friends with this knife. Let me tell you, havin’ a fuckin’ robot knife wielding hand is pretty fuckin’ great.”

He licked his lips and you didn’t move an inch.

Sighing to himself, the man quickly stood and whipped his wielded hand towards you. The knife sliced across your left arm and you shrieked from the sudden outburst, followed by the pain.

Your right hand flew up to cover the wound. It soon became drenched in your warm, red blood that trickled down onto your clothes.

The man sighed again before resuming his seat in front of you.

“Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Merle. And I really need you to tell me where the fuck your prison is.”

Merle. The Merle that you went to Atlanta to try and save from the rooftop? The mission that started everything between you and Rick? Merle, Daryl’s brother, whom Daryl desperately wanted to find but tried everything he could to not turn out like him. From what Daryl told you out of secrecy while intoxicated, Merle was nothing but a drug addicted abuser. But he was Daryl’s brother, and Daryl would do anything for his family.

Blood related or not.

Merle isn’t a common name, especially in an apocalypse. And Merle was handcuffed to that roof. The only thing that remained on that roof was his hand.

Your eyes widened and you stared at him in shock.

“Your Daryl’s brother.” You stated quietly.

“That was my next point.”

“We came to save you from the roof and you were gone.”

Merle’s eyebrows furrowed together and he leaned forward, staring at you more intently.

“What do you mean you came to the roof?”

“Daryl, me, and some others. The cop that handcuffed you up there. We came to save you, but when we got there, all that was left was your hand.”

“Huh. That cop still with you? I’d like to chop off both his fuckin’ hands to show him how it feels.”

Quickly resuming the conversation to avoid Merle finding out that Rick is alive and well, and the culprit for his missing hand, you continued.

“Daryl is my best friend. If he finds out about you sticking me in here and slicing me like this, he won’t be too happy to see you. I’ll promise you that.”

Merle raised his eyebrows and sat back in his chair.

“Is that right? Daryl was always a fuckin’ softy. I tried to toughen that kid up, but it never fuckin’ worked. However, I don’t think you realize how deep the Dixon blood runs.”

“I don’t think you realize all the hell he’s been through and how much of a different person he is. I can trust you, the Daryl I met that day we tried to save you compared to the Daryl that exists now? Completely different people. This shit? Kidnapping? Assaulting? That won’t fly with him.”

Merle studied your face for a moment before nodding.

“It’s a good thing we’re not twins, then.” The man stood up and left the room without even a muttered goodbye.

Sighing to yourself, you leaned your head back against the cold concrete wall and awaited your fate.

Hearing someone clear their throat, you jerked awake. Not realizing you dozed off, you wiped your eyes and winced after forearm brushed your wound. Glancing down, you surveyed the wound. It was still tender, puffy, and sore. But it only looked superficial.

You were in no position to be needing stitches right now.

Forgetting about the voice that woke you from your slumber, your head shot up. A man was sitting behind the wooden table with his legs crossed. The chair that Merle was occupying was now being used by the stranger. He looked relaxed. His right hand rested on the table while the other landed on his thigh.

Picking up his right hand, he beckoned you toward him.

Slowly standing up, you tried to stretch your aching joints. Being manhandled by a group of men trying to kidnap you does a number on your body.

You were just thankful they left merely bruises.

Standing at the table across from the man, you waited. His eyes inspected your body, and you felt the urge to cover yourself.

But you wouldn’t show him any weakness.

“And what is your name, pretty girl?”

Staying quiet, you stared at him.

“Hm,” the man said, before reaching behind him into his back pocket. He pulled out a gun and set in on the table before resuming his relaxed position.

“Now, let’s try that again, shall we? What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).”

He nodded, before smirking a bit.

“Phillip. It is so, so nice to meet you.”

Phillip uncrossed his legs and sat straight up in the chair, turning toward you.

“Now, (Y/N), I’d like to apologize for Merle. He can’t control is anger very well, but we’re working on it. I’m all about improving here! Improvement is key. Don’t you think?”

The room was thick with anticipation. Your hands twitched. You wanted to grab that gun and end everything right here.

But you had to be more tactful than that.

“You got a boyfriend, (Y/N)?”

Phillip leaned further into the table, his eyes evaluating you.

“I bet you do. Pretty girls like you never often roam alone. Hell, why should you? I bet you got a nice boy waiting for you back where you’re from. I can take you there, if you’d like.”

The man stood up from the chair and leaned over the table.

“See, the problem is, I don’t know how to get there. And I’d like to return you home and formally introduce myself to your boyfriend and let him know what a catch he has.”

Phillip walked around the table and stood next to you. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him and you shuddered.

His calloused hand reached up to gently put your stringy hair behind your ear, giving him a clearer view of your face.

“Or you could stay here. That’s always an option. I run a tight ship around here. And, if you'd like, I could make you my queen.”

You slowly turned your head to look him in the eyes, and you took a deep breath.

“I don’t want a fight. I just want to negotiate. I think we can all work this out peacefully.”

Staring into his eyes, you slowly nodded.

“I just have one question.” You whispered. His body pressed into yours and you resisted the urge to shut your eyes.

“Ask me anything. I am an open book.” He said quietly, before putting his hands on your waist.

Your left elbow quickly jammed into his chest, and he gasped while stumbling backwards. Running toward him, your fist collided with his face before kicking him in his private area. Turning your back, you sprinted to the table and grabbed the gun.

Whipping your body around you ran over to collide your boots with his head while he was kneeling in pain, before backing up and aiming the gun toward his head.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You asked, your voice shaky and uneven.

The man glared at you from the ground with a bloody and seemingly broken nose.

He laughed and shook his head before saying, “I’m the man that’s gonna end your life.”

Checking that the safety was off, you aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

Staring at the man with concern, he sent you a smile.

“Empty gun. A scare tactic, and in rare cases, things like this tend to happen.”

You swore under your breath and sprinted to the door and grabbed the handle, jiggling it until realizing it was locked on the outside.

“Fuck!” You yelled, slamming your fist to the door.

Glancing to Phillip who remained on the floor holding his nose, he did nothing but smile.

“This was going to be cooperative. But now, I get to torture you until you tell me what I want. Isn’t that exciting?” He asked from the floor, his teeth covered in blood that was dripping from his nose.

You backed away from the door and kept walking until your back hit the wall. You were breathing heavily trying to come up with a plan. You refused to die today, and refused to be used as bait.

Suddenly, gun shots were heard in the hallway. You looked to Phillip who wore the same shocked expression as you. The door flew open and Merle glanced to you and then to Phillip.

“What the fuck happened here? Never mind, we’ll deal with that later. We need you out there now. There’s some fuckers who broke in and are gunning down our men.”

Phillip stood up and limped toward the door without even glancing at you. The door slammed behind him and you sunk to the floor.

“Fuck,” you whispered, letting a tear fall. You felt your body coming down from your panic ridden state, and you felt how truly exhausted you were, mentally and physically.

A few more gun shots were heard. The sound of boots slamming against the pavement vibrated up and down the hall. Men were yelling close and far from your door. And you just sat and waited.

Whatever was happening was sending these men into a frenzy, and you hoped whatever it was would take them out.

“(Y/N)!” A muffled voice yelled and your head shot up. Were you hearing things? You stared at the door in confusion.

“(Y/N)!” The voice became louder. You ran to the door and put your ear against it.

“(Y/N)!” You heard again, and your breath became caught in your throat. You knew that voice better than your own.

You slammed your fist against the door repeatedly. “Here! I’m in here!” You yelled while continuing to pound.

Footsteps scurried toward your door and you backed away once your heard them wrestle with the door handle.

The door opened. A look of relief washed over you. The air was breathable again.

“Rick!” You whined, running over and wrapping your arms around his neck. He embraced you tightly and burrowed his head into your neck.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice strained.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You pushed his shoulders back to look at his face. He looked like he was going to cry at any second. A wave of different emotions were crossing his face at every second.

“I’m so…” Rick tried to say, but he shook his head instead. He brought you into another embrace and you sighed into his form.

“I love you, so fucking much.” Rick said with a raspy tone. You felt a tear fall from your eye and you nodded rapidly. “I love you too. Thank you,”

You glanced behind him to see Maggie and Glenn standing in the doorway, their arms linked.

“They got you too?” You asked Maggie, and she nodded. Glenn was shirtless and Maggie was wearing his shirt, and a shiver went down your spine.

“Did he…” You asked her, and she shook her head furiously.

“No. He didn’t touch me.”

You sighed out of relief and squeezed Rick’s hand.

“We gotta get out of here. Our people can only hold off their men for so long.” Rick stated, and you nodded.

“Lead the way.”

Rick grabbed your face and smashed his lips on yours. Your arms wrapped around his torso and you held him tight, while your tongues battled away.

Breaking the kiss and coming up for air, his forehead leaned against yours.

“Thank you for saving me.” You whispered, clutching his shirt in your fists.

“I’ll always save you. You can count on it.” He whispered back, and you nodded in understanding.

“He’s going to want a war. He wants our prison, and he’s going to do whatever he can to take it from us.” Maggie warned, and you glanced over Rick’s shoulder to see her worried expression.

“If he wants a war, then a war is what he’s gonna get. He’s fucking with the wrong people.” Rick stated, turning his head back to you and reaching for your hand.

“Let’s get out of here.” He said, giving you a smile.

You and another Savior grabbed the last walker and slammed it against the fence. You quickly pinned his left arm to the metal fence, securing it’s wrists before glancing to your left to make sure your coworker was doing the same. Once the walker was secure, you both backed away to evaluate your work.

Nodding to yourself, you turned around to find your water bottle. You’ve been working since 3 AM. A rude wakeup call informed you that there was a breach in the gate, and you had to come immediately. Since then, you’ve killed 10 walkers, attached 15, and had 2 close calls.

You were disgustingly dirty. Your face was covered in sweat, dirt patches, and dried blood. Your clothes reeked of walker guts and were covered in blood that wasn’t your own. You were desperate for some food. It was well past noon and you still hadn’t eaten anything. The Saviors in charge never allowed you to be dismissed for breakfast or lunch, even when your coworkers got to. You were only allowed two 10 minute breaks every hour.

The hot sun was beating down on you causing you to have a pounding headache. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, and you didn’t have anything to cover your head with.

You’d rather be thrown into a cell with that damn song on repeat.

Chugging the remaining water from the bottle, you swallowed and gasped for air. Wiping the sweat beads from your forehead, you walked over to the water fountain for a refill.

You tried to aim the water from the faucet into your bottle while ignoring the gnawing feeling in your stomach.

A large shadow covered your figure from behind and you sighed in relief from the temporary shade.

“Having fun?” The deep, velvet voice asked and you tensed.

Your bottle overflowed with water and you let go of the handle to the fountain. You took another large gulp before twisting the cap shut and turning around to face the man in charge.

“Do you want me to die? Because that’s where we’re headed. Heat exhaustion. Malnourishment. You name it, it will be my death sentence. I might even pass out in front of a walker, oh, that would be a fun death.”

Negan rolled his eyes and leaned his weight on his right leg.

“It takes days for malnourishment to really take a toll on your body. You get headaches from being in the sun within ten minutes, it’s not heat exhaustion. And if you pass out you have twenty other saviors right next to you to remove your body from the walkers. You’re fine.”

Squeezing your water bottle tight in anger, you brushed past him, heading back to your work site. His large hand grabbed your arm and turned you back around to face him.

“We’re not done talking.” He said in a stern voice, towering over you.

“I can’t concentrate until I’m in the shade and I have had food. Seriously. There’s two of you.” You said, waving your hand in the air to signal the two Negan’s in front of you.

He rolled his eyes and hooked his arm around yours, steadying your body to walk away from the fence.

“Fine. We’ll eat.”

Negan turned around and lead you toward the direction of the cafeteria, his body supporting yours.

Upon entering the cafeteria, you saw the one table in the center covered with food. Your jaw dropped as you stood there staring at the delicious options. The table was filled with different plates that hosted a variety of different breakfast options. Bagels, toast, muffins, eggs, sausage, pancakes, potatoes, among other breakfast food were displayed on the table. None of the point free plain oatmeal in sight.

“Damn, stop drooling all over the damn place.”

Negan smirked at you and you rolled your eyes before taking a seat at the table. There was an empty plate on either side, and you started to grab various food items to fill up your plate while watching Negan take a seat. He took his time selecting his items, while you kept piling food on.

“Damn girl. You better finish every fucking piece of food you’re adding. And if you finish it all then damn, I’ll be impressed.”

Swallowing part of your muffin, you reached across the table for the mini butter packets and ripped it open.

“I want a bit of everything. This is incredible you have this kind of food here. Where do you even find it?!”

Negan sent you a small smile before swallowing a bit of his water. “You’d be amazed how long this shit lasts. The freezer is our best friend.”

Remembering them stealing supplies from your group, your blood ran cold. You put down your plastic fork and knife and stared to the floor. Suddenly remembering the food you’re consuming doesn’t belong to you, or to the Sanctuary, everything felt wrong.

“What the fuck is up with you?” Negan asked while cutting into his food.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Bullshit. What crawled up your panties?”

Taking a breath, you brought your eyes up to meet Negan’s.

“This is stolen food. It feels… wrong. Eating this. Enjoying it. This could be from some group that’s now starving-“

Negan slammed his fists down on the table and you jumped slightly at the outburst.

“Listen. Everything we take, we take because in some fuckin’ way, it belongs to us. Whether that group owes us something, or we trade off. Whatever the fuck it is. We deserve it. We’re not fucking monsters. We have starving people, too. And my duty is to provide. And clearly, I’m fucking providing. So stop thinking of everyone else and think of yourself for fucking once.”

Swallowing hard, you picked up your fork and stabbed the eggs on your plate. You didn’t know if he was being truthful, but right now, there really was no way to know. And he was right. Starving yourself wouldn’t help any other starving groups.

You had to fight the system another way.

“What did you do before this?” You asked before taking another bite of your eggs.

Negan smiled to himself before bringing his eyes to yours.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Rolling your eyes yet again, you picked up your muffin and tossed it at his chest. He grabbed it and took a bite out of it.

“I was uh, a school teacher. High school. English, to be exact.”

“So that’s why you read poetry. Ah, makes sense now. Ugh, you didn’t rail your students, did you?”

Negan chuckled before shaking his head, “Why? Is that your dirty little fantasy? Fucking your teacher?”

“No, you pervert. But a man with 200 wives? I wouldn’t be surprised if that was your thing.”

“For your fucking information, I was a very loyal husband. So, no. However, if you’re into role playing, I’m into it.” Sending a smirk your way, you picked up another muffin threatening him with it. He put his hands up in defeat and you slowly dropped the pastry.

Biting your lip, you stared at your food, debating your next question.

“Spit it out.”

Slowly bringing your eyes to his, you prepared yourself.

“Why did you get rid of your wives? I mean, why did you even have them in the first place?”

Finishing the rest of his drink, Negan brought the cup down to the table with a little more force than necessary.

“Fuck, girl. You’re really obsessed with them, aren’t you?”

“Meeting a leader that has brothel? Yeah, I’m pretty curious.”

“Not a brothel. They were my wives. We were married. Well, at least, in the apocalypse sense we were. Can’t really get court papers signed now can we?”

“Why so many of them? Why any?”

“Why not? If they want me, might as well. They get protection, I get a piece of ass, everyone wins.”

“But instead of protecting just one person, you had to protect a whole group of them. Wouldn’t have it been easier to just have one?”

You watched Negan start to tense up across the table. His hands were turning into fists and his expression started to become sinister.

“Listen. These girls wanted it. Who was I to turn them down?”

“I don’t think they wanted you. They just wanted to be protected without having to have their lives at risk, or worse, their loved ones lives.”

“Listen, girl-“

“And I think you were scared. You didn’t want to settle down because that meant commitment. Hell, that meant opening up your stone cold heart and god forbid you do that.”

“Yeah? Is that what you think?”

Taking a moment you closed your mouth and sat a little father back in your seat.

“Yes. That’s what I think.”

Negan chuckled at nothing in particular and shook his head at the ground.

“Oh, do you have a fucking mouth on you.”

Negan raised his head to you and stared into your eyes.

“If I’m so fucking scared, explain you.”

“That’s what I don’t understand. Suddenly I’m here and… and they’re gone. Just like that. Why?”

He stared at you with the words on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to tell you. He wanted to lay it all out on the table with the food. He’s been given the perfect opportunity to tell you everything and anything he’s wanted to. So what was holding him back?

“You really wanna know?”

Biting your tongue, you nodded.

“Yes. I really wanna know.”

Nodding slowly, Negan agreed. “Okay. The reason I-“

Just as he was about to continue, a loud bang was heard outside the cafeteria. Both of you shot your heads toward the door that lead to the outside and stared in shock. Men were yelling and women were screaming. You quickly turned to Negan who nodded.

Standing up from your seats, you sprinted toward the doors. Running outside you were met with one of the trucks crashed into a neighboring building. The back of the truck was opened. Boxes inside were tipped over and jars of food were pouring out. Men and women were running in separate directions. Looking to the ground, you saw a few men laying lifeless, their blood turning the dirt a maroon color.

“What the fuck,” you whispered. Negan turned to you with fearful eyes.

“Get the fuck back in the cafeteria and don’t come out until someone comes and gets you. Go!”

Just as you were about to run inside, you see him.

He came out of his hiding spot, assault rifle aimed in your direction. But he wasn’t aiming to you. No, his sights were set on Negan.

“Carl?”

#negan x reader #negan x you #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #negans thirst squad

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Summary: One moment you’re putting Judith to bed, the next you’re being forced to kneel. Hands tied behind your back you realize everything you’ve ever known is about to change. Suddenly you’re ripped away from your family and the love of your life. Negan has a goal to make him yours, but you’re already taken. And Rick will do everything he can to get you back. Because if there’s one thing you’ve learned in this life, is that love conquers all.

Here is chapter Eleven! Read the others here:

[One], [Two], [Three], [Four], [Five], [Six], [Seven], [Eight], [Nine], [Ten]

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Chapter 11

There was no way out, the only way out was to give in Oh, there’s no way out, The only way out is to give in How I love to give in

/Flashback/

You were driving down the road going on yet another run. Like a habit, it's you and Rick. His hand is on your thigh as he drives while your eyes take in the scenery around you. Leaning your head back you sigh. You are so content.

His hand begins rubbing circles on your thigh and you open your eyes to watch. Courageously, you gently push his hand up higher. You see him smirk from the driver’s seat. His fingers creep up through your shorts and brush against the one area you want him the most.

You gasp as he starts rubbing circles over your underwear, your clit just underneath the thin material begging to be touched. You quietly moan as he continues, and you spread your legs giving him more access. He moves his fingers down and pushes your underwear aside, inserting a finger into you. You moan loudly and he turns to admire you.

"Watch the road." You command, and he does nothing but smirk.

His fingers continue to assault you and you realize you’re suddenly out of breath.

"Rick," you moan, "I need you, now."

Rick looks quickly at you and then back at the road.

"Now? Are you sure?" He asks, a concerned expression covering his features.

You nod your head in response, "Yes, now. Pull over."

Rick’s finger leaves your center and you whine. He pulls over to the side of the road and you stare at the emptiness in front of you.

Giving him a glance, he watches you as you decide to make a move. Before he can comprehend what was happening you're hopping out of the car, and heading toward the back. You lift up the trunk door of the SUV and crawl inside.

RIck leaves the driver's seat and walks toward the back to follow you. "What are you do-" you grab Rick by the shirt mid-sentence and pull him into the vehicle. You grab the back door and bring it down to close it. Turning your attention back to Rick, you lean in and kiss him gently as he returns the gesture.

You rub your hands along the side of his body to gently pull his shirt up. He takes it off revealing his chest and you moan. You rub your hands up and down his skin while turning your gaze back to his lips. You kiss him again but more aggressively as he leans you down to the floor.

Once you’re comfortably lying down, he starts leaving a trail of kisses from your mouth down to your neck and then your clothed chest. You push him away so you could quickly sit up and take off your shirt off, followed by your bra. You laid back down admiring Rick's face as he surveyed your chest. He immediately cupped your right breast as his mouth attacked the left nipple. You moaned in response and his tongue flicked your nipple back and forth before aggressively sucking on it. He switched breasts and you pushed your hips against him desperate for some friction. You felt his hard on and instantly became wetter.

He noticed your actions and began to continue his trail of kisses south. He unbuttoned your shorts and slid them down with your underwear. You took in a shaky breath as Rick breathed in your scent and spread your legs far apart. You felt a tongue slide up your clit and moaned loudly. You looked down to see Rick staring right at you as he flicks and sucks on your clit with his tongue driving you wild. He inserted a finger inside of you and began fingering you as he ate you out. Your moans became louder and louder.

“Fuck, Rick, right there,” you panted, reaching your hands down to thread them in his hair.

His fingers found the special spot inside of you that made you tremble. You gripped his hair tighter and heard him groan in response. The vibrations from his mouth caused you to start bucking your hips against his mouth.

"Rick, I'm- I'm gonna cu-cum" you moaned and he didn't stop. Instead, his actions became faster. More aggressive. As soon as you knew it you were coming.

He removed his fingers and replaced it with his mouth, cleaning every last drop off of you. He leaned back up to kiss you and you could taste yourself on his lips. He looked smug, as he knew he did a good job.

Rick began kissing your neck up to your ear and whispered, "You sure?" You nodded quickly as he grabbed a condom from his pocket. You thanked the heavens these were still available.

Watching him remove his pants and his briefs, your heart rate started to quicken. You suddenly became nervous while also being eager with anticipation.

He rolled the condom on and leaned back down to you. He attacked your neck again as his hand guides himself to your entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit and you let out a soft whimper.

“You ready?” He asked, his voice strained. You bit your lip and stared at him.

“Please,” you begged.

He enters you slowly and you both moan in response. He begins to pump into you while looking up at you for direction. You nod and he goes faster, never breaking eye contact. You are moaning like crazy, and he leans down to kiss you between moans. You wrap your legs around his waist to let him go deeper, and you swear you weren’t going to make it out of this alive. The pleasure was so extreme and unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

He slows down his movements and you push him to make him take your spot. As he lies down you straddle him, lowering yourself onto him and moaning as he fills you. You begin to ride him hard and fast, causing the skin contact to be the primary noise in the car. You notice the car shaking with your movements.

You don’t realize how loud you’re moaning until Rick groans and grabs your waist. He pulls you down so your chests are making contact, and he wraps his arms around you. You're lying on top of him with your head buried in his neck as he takes control and pumps you from below.

"Rick- I'm-" suddenly your orgasm rips through you.

“Fuck, Rick!” Your shaking body goes limp against his. He pumps into you a few more times before he comes, groaning your name in the process.

You both lay there in ecstasy for a while; you giving him kisses on his chest and him rubbing your back.

"That was a good first time for us," you giggle.

He chuckles and asks, "Why the back of the car?"

You sigh and answer, "Well, it's the only place we could be by ourselves with no interruptions. We couldn't do this back on the farm for obvious reasons. And I can be as loud as I want in the car and not attract walkers."

The last part made Rick smirk as he kissed the top of your head.

"I love you." you stated.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." he responded.

You wanted to lay there forever. In his arms. The love of your life.

A sudden bright light invaded your closed eye lids, and you groaned. You covered your eyes with your arm and turned over in the bed.

You then realize how bad your head hurts, accompanied by a growling stomach.

“Wake up, sweetheart!” You heard Negan yell, and you grunt. Peeking out under your arms, you see he opened the blinds which let the bright sun intrude inside the once darkened room.

“I bet you feel like shit.” He chuckles, walking over to the bed.

Suddenly, the once warm sheets are ripped off of you and thrown onto the floor.

“What the hell?!” You whine, curling your legs up to your chest for some warmth.

“It’s time to rise and shine, baby. You wanted to follow me around, well, it’s time to get going.”

Grabbing a pillow, you cover your head to try and find some darkness and quiet. You knew it wouldn’t last long for him to grab the pillow and throw it across the room.

“Well, if I would’ve known you were into that I would’ve gotten you drunk a lot sooner.”

Staring at him in confusion, you start to remember last night’s events. They came back to you in pieces, and you remembered through a blurry memory the sight of Negan on top of you.

You look at him with wide eyes and swallow.

“Um, did we, um,”

He shakes his head almost angrily and stares at you.

“No.”

You sigh a breath of relief and watch him sit down on the bed.

He leans forward and his hands find your legs.

“Not that we didn’t do anything else,” he whispers, and you shake your head.

“Please, disregard anything that I did or said.” You quickly stand up from the bed, trying to get his hands far away from your skin, no matter how good it felt to have them there.

“And why the fuck should I do that?” He asks, watching you walk toward the bathroom door.

Before entering, you turn around to give him a guilty expression.

“Because I was drunk.”

You watch his demeanor change and suddenly he’s in front of you, making you back yourself against the bathroom door.

“Oh, so you’re drunk and all of a sudden everything you did or said has gone to shit?” He laughs sarcastically while bringing a hand to your cheek.

“Sweetheart, that’s not how it works.”

You shake your head, “Well, it does for me. And anything I did shouldn’t be taken seriously.”

He narrows his eyes at you for a moment.

“Really?” He asks, unconvinced. Your breath hitches as his hands find your waist.

“Really.” You say, trying to sound stern and confident but it ends up coming out as a whisper.

You feel his hands slide up your waist and find your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples and causing you to shut your eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, your voice pleading.

“Can you honestly tell me that the moans I heard last night shouldn’t be taken seriously?”

Before you could reply, you felt his left hand rub your clothed center and you gasp.

“Can you honestly tell me that you don’t enjoy this?”

Swallowing hard, you shake your head.

“I can’t-I just- I-“

His wet kisses are intruding your neck, and you feel bruises forming. The embarrassing thought of everyone knowing where you got those marks made your stomach feel uneasy.

You tried to push his shoulders back, but it caused him to put against you further. His leg found his way in-between yours, and he rubbed himself against your aching mound.

You cursed your involuntary moan and clenched your fists, angry that your body was betraying you.

He moved his lips up to your ear and you felt his hot breath and his salt and pepper beard against your skin.

“I know you want me. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, I’m gonna fuck you. And I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be begging me for more. When that day comes, you’ll fully be mine.”

He ground his hips against yours at the last word, and you shook your head.

“Please, stop, I can’t,”

Suddenly, he removed himself from you. He gave you one last stern look and you watched him walk out of the bedroom.

You stood there against the bathroom door, trying to collect yourself. You realized you were panting.

Quickly grabbing a towel from his dresser, you ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

You walked towards the group of Saviors standing by the large industrial trucks that were parked near the entrance of the compound. You felt every single person’s eyes on you as you walked past. Did they know you weren’t one of them? Did they know Negan got rid of all of his wives for you?

Did they know you just wanted to go home?

Taking a breath, you unfolded your arms and tried to stand up a little straighter. Thinking of your family and the past wouldn’t help you now. You had to be smart. Vigilant.

In the corner of your eye you saw Dwight watching you closely. You glanced at him briefly before turning your head away, not wanting to raise any eyebrows at the two of you.

Walking through a few groups you finally spotted the tall man sporting his classic white t-shirt and black jeans, his leather jacket forgotten in this heat.

Standing behind him you waited, not wanting to draw his attention away from whatever business he was attending to.

Looking to your right you noticed Simon staring at you, and you gave him a quick nod with a small smile. He nodded back and you found assurance in his eyes.

The tall man noticed he was glancing behind him, and he turned his large body around to find you standing there with a blank expression.

He smiled wide at you and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks turn red and your chest turn warm.

“Doll face! Do I have a su-prise for you!”

Negan walked over and put his arms around your shoulders and guided you past the group of men towards the trucks.

“We’re going on yet another field trip. But this time, we’re not going to the beloved Alexandria.”

The warm feeling in your chest was replaced by an icy feeling that extended from your head, to your fingertips, eventually reaching your toes.

“Today, we’re going to a place called Hilltop.”

Turning around he leaned against the side of the truck, glancing down at you to evaluate your expression. The sun was casting a glow on his face and you admired the way his hair shimmered in the natural light.

“Why am I going?” you asked, crossing your arms and keeping a neutral expression.

“Well, darling, you’re still following me around until the doc gives you the A-Okay to be by yourself. Until then, you’re following daddy around.”

Scoffing at the last comment, you rolled your eyes.

“So I can watch you treat another community like shit?”

He sported a furrowed brow in response to your comment.

“No, actually, so you can watch and learn how well I treat these fucks compared to your group. Show you what a little discipline will get you. Simon!” Negan yelled, and you turned your head toward the friendly man who stood in front of the rest of the Saviors.

“Load ‘em up! Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Negan twirled his bat in the air before looking back toward you.

“You’re riding with me, sweetheart.”

He winked at you which caused you to roll your eyes.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.” you muttered.

The car ride was mostly silent. Negan tried to crack jokes and slide his hands up your thighs, all of which you ignored.

Finding serenity in the woods is something that came so easily to you. The green forests that extended for miles left you with a sense of comfort. So many possibilities lied in these forests. There was so much ground to cover, and yet you were stuck strapped in next to a mad man in love with his bat.

And yet, you didn’t feel so compelled to smash his head in with it as you used to.

Driving up to the community you noticed the large wooden fence that surrounded the place. The doors opened just like they did at Alexandria, the trucks drove right inside.

The community had a large brick building that reminded you of a government building. You wondered if this place had a leader like Negan as well.

You felt the truck park in place and watched Negan turn the keys to shut the ignition off. “Alright baby, let me show you how it’s done.” He signaled you to leave the truck and you obeyed.

A group of strangers walked up to greet you, and you stayed back to watch the conversation. The people that surrounded the trucks didn’t look much different than the ones from your community. They were less than pleased to see the Saviors arrive, but you knew that was to be expected.

The community looked large, lots of green grass that extended itself from one side of the fence to the other. It reminded you of the farm, and a wave a sadness flooded your body.

Shaking your head, you tried to rid yourself from the memories. Surveying the crowd while Negan talked to a few community members, you noticed one member in particular that caught your eye.

He was wearing a winter hat, which you thought was odd it being so hot outside. He had long hair and a growing beard, and he sported a long leather jacket with black pants. He looked mysterious to you, and what was even more mysterious is that his gaze wasn't moving from you. Turning around, you tried to see if there was anyone behind you that he could be looking at. You bit your lip when you realized he was in fact staring at you.

“And this is my wife!” You heard Negan boast, and you watched his figure turn toward you which signaled you to walk toward him.

“I’m not his wife.” You muttered, taking a stance next to the mad man.

“Yet,” he chuckled, sending a wink your way.

You extended your arm out to the stranger and introduced yourself.

“See, (Y/N), these people work with us. We show up and they give us our shit, and in return, we don’t blow their heads off!”

You stared at him with an annoyed expression, and shook your head.

“That’s all you do for them? Not kill them?

“No. We also supply them with shit that they may need, if it is within reason.” Negan leaned down toward your ear, and you shivered at the closeness.

“See, I’m not a total asshole. Sometimes, I even have a heart.”

You wore a bleak expression and turned toward the crowd that was now minding their own business and returning to their daily activities.

“Can I roam?” you asked without looking toward Negan. You already knew the answer and you already had your response planned.

“No.”

“I’m within the walls and there’s people everywhere including Saviors.”

“I don’t want you-“

“I’ll stay within eye sight.”

Finally turning toward Negan you saw the glare he was giving you. It sent shivers down your spine as his icy cold eyes intruded you.

“You know, you’re lucky you’re hot as shit and all I wanna do is rail that sweet pussy of yours or else you’d be in some real deep shit right about now.”

Swallowing hard, you digested his words, hoping they meant something positive.

“Fine. Go. But if I call, you better fucking come running.”

You smiled and took off running toward the red building. The giant mansion had you curious and you wanted to know what was inside of it.

“Stay within sight!” You heard him yell, and you waved him off.

Finally reaching your destination, you walked up the concrete steps of the building. You were about to take a peek inside when a voice stopped you.

“Can I help you?” You heard a man ask. Slowly turning around you found the winter dressed man behind you.

“Yeah, isn’t it a little warm for all of that?” You asked, signaling to his outfit. The man smirked and glanced at his attire before returning his eyes back to you.

“It may be. But I wouldn’t be holding up my image very well if I got rid of it.”

Rolling your eyes, your back found stability against the brick wall.

“You men and your damn image. It will get you killed someday, you know.”

The man walked up the steps to move closer to you. He leaned on one of the giant white pillars that surrounded the front door.

“It might. But that’s what makes life exciting!”

Staring at him in disbelief, you rolled your eyes again.

“Right. I think I’d like a pretty vanilla life right about now.”

The man pursed his lips together and gave you a contemplative expression.

“Vanilla life. Hm. I’ve never heard that term being used other than in sex. Tell me, is your sex life not doing it for you?”

Shaking your head rapidly, you pushed yourself off the wall.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough. I’m going inside.”

Walking toward the entrance, your hand gripped the handle. You pushed the door aside and stepped inside the large building.

You were met with a large foyer with a large chandelier that hung from the ceiling. A spiral staircase was set behind the large rug that centered itself. The staircase had a banister that wrapped around the second floor, letting you see the multiple doors that lined themselves up down the hallways.

“Pretty nice place, huh?” You heard the man ask behind you. Walking further into the foyer, you got a good look around the extravagant entrance before nodding your head.

“Yeah, it’s alright.”

Gripping the railing, you started to lead yourself up the staircase. You could hear the man’s boots following behind you.

“Alright? It’s pretty great, if you ask me-“

“I didn’t.” You said, glancing back to give the man a smirk to find him giving you an amused expression.

“It’s like a bed and breakfast, kind of. These rooms are safe places for our people.”

“And you guys all come downstairs in the morning and throw a huge breakfast and talk about your crazy dreams?” You asked, peaking inside some of the rooms while walking down the hallway.

“Something like that. I think it’s pretty neat to have a place like this nowadays.”

Scoffing at him, you shook your head as you looked out one of the giant windows at the end of the hallway.

“Yeah, until someone comes in and sets fire to the place. Then you’re screwed.” You spotted Negan talking to a few community members outside the large window.

“Do you have anything in mind, (Y/N)?” The man’s voice made you jump out of your gaze, and you realized just how close he was behind you now. Slowly turning around, you meet his eyes.

“No. I just know what to prepare for. How do you know my name?”

The man grinned at you and reached for your hand.

“Come on, I have something to show you.”

Hesitantly, you took his hand. What else did you have left to lose?

The man led you past the red building toward presumably the back end of the community. There, far from sight, was a large dark wooden shed.

“You’re totally leading me to my death right now.” You half joked. The man smiled at no one in particular and shook his head.

“Just keep following.”

You did what you were told and followed him in silence. The back end of the community was empty of any members, which concerned you a bit, but you felt a sense of safety knowing Negan and his men were on the property.

Finally meeting the shed, the man turns toward you as he stands in front of the door.

“Okay. I’m going to lead you inside. You can’t be loud and draw attention. What’s behind this door is special to you, and you must treat it with the utmost fragility. Do you think you can do that?”

Curious, you nodded and watched him open the door. You walked inside the shed and heard him follow you inside and shut the door.

You turned around and looked at him in confusion. He nodded his head toward something in front of you and you turned your head back around to try and see.

Slowly, a hooded figure made their way out of the shadows. The sun was peaking inside the shed through separations of the wooden ceiling. These small rays of sunshine gave you enough light to see who was coming from the shadows.

The figure was now in front of you and you watched as they removed the hood from their face.

“Maggie?” You whispered. The girl nodded to you and you felt a tear fall down your cheek.

Walking forward you embraced her into a hug. You could feel hear baby bump still predominant. You sighed a breath or relief when you felt it.

Leaning back you took her head in your hands.

“What’s going on? Why are you here?”

You wiped the tears from her eyes and realized your face was wet with tears too.

“I’m hiding from Negan. I can’t let anything happen to my baby, not after…”

You nodded, understanding the exact event she was referring to and not letting her say it out loud.

“Does the group know you’re here?”

“Yeah, they know. And we have a plan.”

You watched her eyes focus to the man behind you, and you turn to face him.

“The name is Jesus.” He says, reaching a hand towards you.

You take his hand and shake it firmly, before letting a chuckle leave your lips.

“Jesus? Seriously?”

“Told you,” Maggie said behind you.

“She warned me you’d laugh at that.”

“Come on! It’s hard not to. Can my name be Judas?”

“We were saving that name for Gregory.” Maggie said, and you turned to give her a confused look.

“Who is that?” You asked Maggie, hearing Jesus behind you start to answer.

“You met him with Negan, up at the front when he introduced you as his wife..."

“Oh. I wasn’t paying attention because I was too pissed he referred to me as his bride. Why do we hate Gregory?”

You asked, backing up to face both of them.

“He’s the one who gave the community up to Negan. I came here to be safe and now I’m at just as big of a risk here as I am in Alexandria.” Maggie said, and you watched her left hand reach to rub her belly.

“We never wanted to give in. We were ready to fight. Our people’s freedom is so much more delicate than what that asshat has planned for us.”

Furrowing your brows at Jesus' words and stared at the floor, before returning you gaze between the two of them.

“So what do you have planned?”

“Well, for starters, we’re breaking Daryl out.”

Your eyes went wide as you stared at Maggie.

“How the hell are you gonna do that?!” You whispered, which came out strained as you really wanted to yell.

“I’ve been circling that place for weeks now. I found a way to break in and out without being seen. The problem is, I don’t know how that building he’s in is laid out.” Jesus said, his hands nervously fidgeting by his sides.

Your eyes darted between the two of them as they stared at you, and then it dawned on you.

“Oh. So this is where I come in.”

“Yes. We knew Negan had you and has been using you as his bait, and we’ve been waiting for him to bring you around for a while.”

Swallowing hard at Maggie’s words, you cringed at you being termed “Negan’s bait”. Is that all you really were? Just a toy for him to use whenever he wanted to remind Alexandria how powerful he was?

No. You were so much more than that.

“Okay. Jesus, I can sketch out the building for you to memorize. I broke into there myself, and I got to see Daryl. He’s not doing well. If you’re gonna do this, you have to be quick and silent. Also, bring clothes for him. I’ll explain in a bit. I’ll meet you at the red building in a few minutes.”

Jesus nodded before leaving the two of you in the shed.

Maggie walked back into the darkness and you followed her. You noticed she had a small mattress on the floor of the shed with a few books next to it. She slowly laid herself down onto the old bed and you helped her lean her head back onto the pillow.

"Do you sleep here?" You asked worriedly.

"Not often. I have a room back in that red building you referred to, but I hide out here when Negan's group comes. Sometimes they're here longer than expected and I can't stay standing for too long."

Sighing at her words, you understood.

“Why is Jesus helping break Daryl out?”

“He wants to piss off and end Negan just as much as we do. He and Daryl… it’s complicated. I guess they sorta know each other. I’m not really sure. I’m just really thankful for his help.”

You rubbed your hand across Maggie’s head and admired her peaceful face.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“I know what Negan is doing to you. I know it is all so confusing, and nothing like what the Governor did to us. Just… be careful. Hearts are wild creatures; that’s why our ribs are cages. I read that once in a book and I think it stands true right now.”

Staring at her dumbfounded, you figured now was a good time to ditch this conversation. You wondered how she knew about you and Negan, and you pondered how many other wandering eyes around the Sanctuary there were. Did the people at Alexandria know what was going on as well? Did Rick know? What were people telling him? How bad does it really look?

You leaned down and kissed her forehead, before rubbing your hand across it one last time.

“I love you, Mags. I’ll be back.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). Stay safe.”

“Always.” You whispered, and you noticed you were crying again.

You walked toward the front of the shed and took a deep breath before opening the door, and stepping out into the sunlight.

Sitting in the kitchen of the red building, you and Jesus were laughing and chatting over mindless things. You finished your sketch of the gray building a half hour ago, and Jesus had a game plan all set in place. You gave him times where guards would be rounding, and areas of the building that he could hide in, as well as a list of supplies he’d need to break in.

It was nice to have moments like these. Moments when you could laugh and tell stories and forget abut the rotten corpses that surrounded your every waking move. To forget about having to worry about the safety of you and your loved ones at all times.

It was a moment to be vulnerable, even if it was for just a short while.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” You heard a man ask behind you and you immediately put a name to the voice.

“Just chatting about old times, is all.” You fictitiously smiled at no one in particular and turned your body around in the chair to face the one and only Negan.

Negan walked in through the archway of the kitchen and stood dominantly behind you.

“Christ, may we have a word?” Negan asked Jesus and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s Jesus,” he responded, while standing up from the table.

“I’m sure it is, I’m also sure I don’t give a shit.”

Jesus glared at Negan after sending you a sympathetic look. You gave him a small smile in return and watched him leave the room.

Negan took Jesus’ seat and folded his hands on the table.

“I thought I told you to stay where I could see you?”

You shrugged, flipping another page in the cooking book you found.

“I guess I thought you could see me. My bad,” you said nonchalantly.

Negan’s hands flew across the table and he slammed the book shut. You quickly removed your hands to prevent them from being smashed between the pages.

Slowly looking up you met Negan’s venomous glare. You kept your breathing calm and your face expressionless.

“Do you know what it does to me to watch you run around this place with another man?”

“I just met him today, I-“

“No, no, no. No talking. I’m talking. You don’t speak until I give you permission. You got it?”

Nodding, he removed his hands from the book and continued.

“I had to try and do business today while you ran around with that fuckin’ prick. And after dealing with Rick the prick, I thought I wouldn’t have this issue anymore. But I guess not.”

He leaned forward with his arms on the table and gave you an ice cold glare.

“So let me remind you, princess. You are mine. I don’t want you talking to any man without my permission. You fucking understand that? Your pretty little ass is mine. Nobody else’s. Especially that fuck God- or whatever the fuck his name is. I own you. And nobody else will get the pleasure of fucking you but me. Got it?”

Truth be told, you wanted to take this cooking book and chuck it across the table into his face. You did not appreciate him being so possessive over you. Sure, you liked to be dominated in the bedroom, but this was so much different. Wasn’t it?

Knowing that Jesus was going to be breaking Daryl out tonight calmed you. Your hands were shaking with fury and you clenched them into fists, constantly reminding yourself that Daryl would be a free man tonight.

At least, you hoped he would be.

Opening your eyes, you sent Negan a sinister smile.

“Yes, master. I live to serve you. Let me know if you’d like me to stop looking at men entirely, as well.”

Standing up from the table, Negan mimicked your actions and stood with you. He quickly walked around the table toward you and you backed up until your back hit the corner of the wall.

“You know what? I think you’ve been given special treatment for far too long. It’s time for you to understand your fucking attitude has consequences. From now on, you’ll be on fence duty. No matter how or when they need you, you will come fucking running. I don’t care how sick or how tired you are. Got that?”

Realizing that Negan’s lips were inches from yours, you nodded rapidly. Suddenly you can feel his weight pressed up against you, and once you realized he was sporting an erection you shut your eyes tight. Feeling your heart rate starting to rise, you wanted nothing but to run back into the truck and go the hell home.

Negan’s hand found your chin and he lifted it up so you could meet his eyes.

“You understand me, princess?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded again.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Staring at him with a confused expression, you answered.

“Yes, master?”

His furious gaze broke into an amused one as he chuckled at your comment.

“Try again.”

“Yes, Negan.”

“That’s my girl.”

You felt his lips touch your neck and you involuntarily moved your head back and allow him access.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

Standing in the examination room, you realized you were in the gray building where Daryl resides. Slowly opening the door, you checked each end of the hallway and nodded once the coast was clear.

Sneaking down the hall, your back grazed the cool cement behind you. Leaning your body around the corner, you see a familiar face in front of Daryl’s cell.

You quickly walked toward Jesus, and he turned his head to notice you.

“I’m glad you’re here.�� Jesus said with a relieved expression.

Walking around Jesus, you noticed Daryl’s limp body lying in the cell before you.

“What happened to him?!” You yelled, about to run inside until Jesus’ arms grabbed you.

“He’s fine. The guards were beating him up while I was here. I was hiding and saw the whole thing. The problem is he’s now dead weight. I need your help carrying him out.”

Taking a large breath, you nodded. You exchanged a look with Jesus and entered the cell.

“I’ll grab the arms, you grab the legs. On the count of three.”

You assumed the position at the bottom of Daryl’s body, reached down, and grabbed his legs.

“One. Two. Three!” Once he hit three, you lifted his legs with all of your strength. However, it wasn’t enough. You and Jesus struggled to get him even an inch off the ground.

“Okay, shit. We’re gonna need another plan.”

“Oh, I think the plan I have in mind will work swimmingly.”

The both of you turned around to see Negan, but he didn’t look like his normal self. He looked more villainous. The way he towered over you and Jesus made you fear for your life. His beloved bat seemed to be ten times its size, and the spikes were shining under the industrial lights.

“First, I’m gonna smash your brains in,” Negan said, pointing his bat toward Jesus.

“Then, I’m gonna tie you up, and kill your entire family in front of you.” Negan said, giving you a devilish smile.

“Just fucking kill me!” You screamed, unaware that you were grasping Jesus’ hand tightly.

“Oh, where’s the fun in that?”

Negan walked into the cell, and shut the door.

“You try anything, and my men outside will chop each of your limbs off while you’re still breathing, and feed them to your communities while you watch. Got it?”

You stared at him with wide eyes as he picked up the bat, and slammed it down.

Gasping, you shot up in bed. Sweat was rolling down your face and your t-shirt was soaked. You looked around the room and noticed a calm looking Negan lying next to you with a book in his hand, and his glasses on, and his shirt off. The small light on his night stand was lit and there was a cool breeze coming from the window.

“What time is it?” You asked, still trying to calm down your breathing.

“Five AM. You were sure thrashing a lot.”

“Yeah, thanks for the wakeup call.”

“I figured it’d be good for you to ride it out. Anyways, they need you at the fence at five thirty, so you better get a move on.”

Negan turned the page in his book and didn’t even shoot you a glance. Rolling your eyes, you threw the covers back in bed and headed toward the dresser. You figured you wouldn’t have any time to shower, so you decided getting dressed for the day and cleaning up the best you could in the bathroom would have to suffice.

“Why are you awake anyways?” You asked, picking out an outfit from your limited choices. A tight fitted dress wouldn’t be such great walker fighting material.

“Daryl escaped.”

You stopped your movements and paused for a few seconds before turning to face Negan, who still wasn’t looking at you.

“What?”

“Yep,” Negan said, while closing his book and finally looking toward you. You didn’t realize how much it was bothering you that he didn't even have the decency to look you in the eyes.

“What do you know about it?” He asked, calmly. You stared at him in disbelief.

“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?”

“Well,” Negan began while he pushed back the covers and stood out of the bed, “Because you’re the one that snuck in there to visit him in the first place.” Your eyes went wide at his words and you watched him walk toward you.

“Yeah, don’t think you can get anything past me, sweetheart. But I didn’t do anything about it because I get it, you wanted to see him. But if you ever pull that shit again I swear your entire family will get it. Especially if you had anything to do with Daryl escaping.”

You did not appreciate this side of Negan. He treated you like an asshole, yeah, but he never treated you this badly since you've been here. Or did he? Was his recent actions fogging your memory?

Things felt… off, and you didn’t like it. You were used to him being so concerned with you, and giving you anything and everything you needed. Now he was threatening you and treating you like any other Savior.

Isn’t that a good thing? Don’t you want to be treated as a regular?

“And what if I did? Go ahead, kill my whole family. Watch what happens to me. I don’t think my corpse is going to be much use to you.”

Suddenly, he slams his fist against the wall directly next to you before turning around and glaring at the ground. You watch him scratch his forehead while he thought for a moment.

His scare tactics weren’t working. You were right. He couldn’t hurt your family because that would just cause you to do irreversible damage. To yourself, and to him.

He didn’t want to admit it, and you didn’t realize it, but he needed you alive. And the reason he needed you wasn’t to prove a point to Alexandria or to the Saviors.

He was starting to fall for you.

“Go to the fucking fence. I’ll be meeting you for dinner. Do not be late.”

He grabbed the shirt that was hung across the dresser, left the room, and slammed the door behind him.

You had no idea what was in store for you next. But it didn’t matter, did it? Because Daryl escaped. And you’re one step closer to freedom.

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