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fangirldreams101 · 7 months

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Coming Home pt. 6

DBF! Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader

TW: Severe age-gap w/ older men, smut, consensual sex, handjobs/fingering, groping, some aggression, alcohol usage, unprotected piv sex (wrapping before tapping), Reader FINALLY gets laid

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It has been months since you have last talked to Rick and Daryl properly. Not for lack of trying on their part, they had tried to talk to you but you were not there to play games. They made their choice, they were not going to be allowed to backtrack on it. Besides! Shane kept you plenty of company. He swung by the house more often nowadays, flirting and flashing his charming smile. It was nice getting to know him, even though he frequently did not get the chance to stick around for very long, Daryl or Rick miraculously making an appearance and dragging him off. They thought they were being subtle, but you heard glimpses of their not-so-quiet whispers; saying things along the lines of, "Shane wasn't allowed to flirt with you," and to "remember the pact,"- whatever the hell that means. It didn't seem to really deter him though, Shane being quite bold in the placement of his hands or how close his body would be against yours. Alas, it was only teasing and nothing more, and you were not planning on spending your college years getting wet over fleeting touches. You enjoyed Shane's flirtatious company but you wanted more than that. And you were going to get it.

The month of your birthday was rolling around, and since it would be your 21st, your dad was planning on going all out. He booked one of the town's bars for the night, and was inviting almost everyone who ever made contact with you in your life. You tried to tell him you would be happy with something small but nothing was stopping your kind father from giving you an all out birthday bash. Your mom was even flying in with some of your old gang: friends from high school, neighbors, etc. You felt a little embarrassed with how much they doted on you but you were also very touched.

The day of the party came around and you were at the bar now, dolled up and greeting everyone arriving. It was a heartwarming feeling seeing everyone come in to support and celebrate you. You stood by the door and greeted the new friends and neighbors that you've made. Rick was one of the first to arrive. It was strange not seeing him in his work uniform, he chose to instead wearing a casual button-up with jeans. The first few buttons were undone, and for whatever reason, you didn't think you had ever seen a more attractive collarbone in your life. He sauntered up to you and his eyes trailed your body.

"I havn' seen ya around much darlin'," he said, a tentative smile on his face.

"I wonder whose fault that is," you joked half-heartedly.

His smile dropped from his face, “There is nothin more that I want than to-"

"Thanks for coming," you cut him off with a smile, "I have to greet the other guests but please help yourself to whatever you'd like."

You went to move away but suddenly arms wrapped around you and a familiar voice whispered into your ear.

"Does that mean I can have ya," Shane's voice was heavy with barely hidden lust.

"Everythin' alrigh' over here," Daryl's heavy drawl broke into the conversation.

Great. All three of the hot men in your life who have expressed some kind of desire over you and then rejecting you in some way or another all in one room. Thanks dad.

Shane released his grasp on you and grinned like a wolf, "Everythin' is more than fine. Peachy, even."

With the word 'peachy' he gives a small smack to your ass, eliciting a yelp out of you and a threatening step towards the two of you by Rick and Daryl.

"Get yer hands off o' her," Daryl growls.

"Shane we talked about this," Rick sighs at the same time.

Shane's tone turns to frustration, "No. No we didn'. You two talked about it n' then decided to tell me what to do. I'm sick of it."

While they squabbled amongst themselves like hens in a coop, you took this chance to slip away. You did not want whatever weird relationship you had with them to ruin the hard work your community went through to make this a special night for you.

Suddenly, the door to the bar burst open and your mom charged in arms wide, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Behind her, your friends and neighbors from Washington came in, smiling and giving their well wishes. You charged at them, giving them hugs and teary smiles. Finally, the party could kick off now that everyone was here.

As the night went on, drinks, stories and laughter were passed around. You couldn't believe how great of a time this was. You avoided the troublesome trio as much as possible, intent on having a good time. Later in the night, as everyone was just milling about, the bell hanging over the door rang out as another guest came in. You turned to greet the late comer but stopped when you realized you had no idea who the hell he was.

Your eyes slowly raked over his body, admiring his dark hair and facial features along with the dark leather jacket that clung to his arms.

"Hi, sir! Is there something I can help you with," you politely asked, walking towards him.

As you did, he let out a low appreciative whistle at your form, not hiding how he admired your shape, "Well helloooo, doll, aren't you a sight?"

You felt yourself bristle at his forwardness but also couldn't help the heat you felt rise to your cheeks.

"Mmm if I had a pretty little thing like you, I'd never let you leave the bed," he laughed.

For the first time in a hot minute, you were left speechless. Sure, Shane was pretty forward, but nothing like this. This man was clearly eye fucking you and you were sure that if he could get away with it, he'd be actually fucking you right here on the floor.

"I'm sorry, but this is a private event. Who are you," you asked, after taking a moment to recover from the shock.

"Hey! Negan! My man!" Your dad came barreling into the conversation as always, clearly having one too many to drink.

"Hey man, how are you," Negan smiled back, the both of them doing the typical man hug and slapping each other on the back.

Your dad did the introductions, "This is Negan, he was my best friend in college but the bastard stayed in Washington. Turns out he was comin' by to explore the town cause he got a job offer, so I invited him here to catch up. I hope that's ok?"

You nodded sheepishly, "Sorry for attacking your entry like that, just didn't recognize you."

"No worries, doll, I get it," Negan winked at you and then turned back to your dad, "Now where's the little birthday girl you always yap about?"

Your dad chortled and gestured to you, "This is the birthday girl!"

Negan's eyes visibly bulged out of his head. "The fuck are you talking about? The way you talk about her I thought she was 5 or something. This is... this is a woman."

"Well she'll always be my little girl," your dad sheepishly said, "Hey wait a minute... I sent you her age when I sent the details about the party! Did you not read it?"

"Fuck no man, you sent like 10 paragraphs, I am not reading that shit," he glanced at you, "Uh, no offense."

You laughed, you really liked hearing the banter between the two of them. Negan felt like a very sexy breath of fresh air. He was blunt and forward, you really liked that after dealing with the troublesome trio's vagueness and their hot and cold attitudes towards you. You liked Negan. Your eyes took him in once more. Oh yeah. You liked him a lot.

Your dad and Negan continued to converse but his attention was really more on you than anything else. He kept his gaze on you for most of the conversation until someone else caught your father's attention and dragged him off. Negan took the opportunity handed to him and sauntered back towards you.

"Hello, doll," he said.

"Hey," you returned, holding out a hand, "Sorry I never got the chance to introduce myself properly. I'm (Y/N)."

He shook your hand, "Seems like you read my mind, sweetheart. I was about to say the same to you. The name's Negan. Had I known what a beauty you are, I would've flown down to meet the old bastard ages ago."

You felt yourself giggle at that comment and that was the green light for him. You spent the rest of the evening in a little tucked away corner of the bar with him, learning more about each other. He became more and more bold with your body as you both became increasingly tipsy. As the party continued, you eventually decided that the clear chemistry between the both of you was enough to see if you can get to know Negan a bit more... intimately. He was just too damn charming and too damn hot for you to pass up the chance. And if he rejected you... well add the name to the list.

You leaned in close at his next joke, laughing lightly as you put your hand on his thigh. His smile slowly left his face and the beer he was bringing up to his mouth was brought down. He looked down at your hand and you could visibly see his gaze darken. Worried you did something wrong, you began to pull away when his hand shot out and latched onto your wrist. Keeping a firm but gentle grasp on your hand, he looked into your eyes and slowly dragged your hand up to his crotch.

"Is this what you were aiming for, sweetheart," he breathed out and you shuddered, feeling that he was actually hard this whole time, the leather jacket and jeans covering and restricting his hard-on from view.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, "Depends on if that's what I get."

"You can get it alright, baby, just not here. Don't want your old man cutting off my dick before I get the chance to be in you," he tugged on your arm, lifting you from the barstools you were residing on, "Come on sweetheart."

You guys both maneuvered your way through the crowd, not noticing Daryl's inquisitive gaze following you. You guys originally headed to the bathroom, but they were full so you both stepped outside into the alleyway behind the bar. The chilly night air could not do a damn thing to quell the heat that was growing in your stomach and you grabbed the back of Negan's neck with your free hand, pulling him into a heated kiss. He groaned into your mouth, releasing your wrist just to wrap his arms around your body. One of his hands tangled itself into your hair, yanking your head back, breaking the kiss and allowing his mouth to hungrily devour your neck and exposed collarbone.

"Fuck," you sighed out, holding him as close as humanely possible.

"Mmmm you pretty doll, all nice and all for me," Negan mumbled into your neck, seemingly talking to himself more than you as he pulls you in for another kiss.

Being in a dry spell since you got here, Negan's actions had you soaked in seconds. You pulled at the buttons on his jeans, reaching in and feeling him. He grunted at the sensation as you let out a small gasp in his mouth, happy with the weight of him in your hands. As his own hands explored you, groping your breasts and ass, you began to stroke him. He let out a groan at the contact, before moving his hands to your thighs and lifting you up.

Not breaking the kiss, he maneuvered the both of you so your back was up against the brick wall of the bar, and he was between your legs. He ground himself against your center, your thin panties letting you feel the heat of his cock rub against you.

He placed desperate kisses against your chest, "Pretty doll like you deserves to be taken in a fancy bed and made to cum until you cry, I'm sorry I can't give that to you right now, sweetheart. We gotta be quick."

You groaned, "It's doesn't matter to me. Just wan to feel ya."

"You dirty lil doll," he chuckled, "Alright baby, I'll give you want you want."

The hand not holding you up trailed in between your bodies, reaching into your clothes and feeling your wetness.

Negan sucked in air at the feeling, "Damn doll, you are soaked."

You felt your face flush at that, telling him to shut up and put it in already.

He let out a laugh and traced his fingers around your opening. You bucked your hips, trying to relay the message and he finally sunk his fingers into, pumping them in and out as a steady pace.

His thumb pressed into your clit, causing you to cry out as he tutted, "Now now, baby. Don't want the rest of the party hearing us. Keep it in sweetheart or you won't be able to get what you want."

You whined at his words, the way his fingers curled into you prevented you from forming proper words. He continued to pump and twist his fingers into you, and you could quickly feel the pressure building. Judging by how you tightened around his fingers, Negan could tell you were getting close too.

"Nuh uh, sweetheart. Want you to cum with me," he teased, slipping his fingers out of you and putting them into his mouth as you whined at the loss of contact.

Negan groaned at your taste, savoring your sweetness and moved aside your panties as he freed himself from the confines of his jeans.

"Ready sweetheart," he asked, moving his tip back and forth across your folds.

"Condom," you panted out.

"Ah shit," he groaned, "Didn't think I was going to get myself some sweet ass tonight, I don't have one."

“It's fine," you mumbled, bucking your hips again, "want you in me."

"You sure, baby? I'm here for a bit, we can do it another time-"

Before he could say anything else, with a firmer thrust of your hips, you were able to slip the tip of his cock inside of you.

"Fuck," he exclaimed at the feeling of your gummy walls trying to suck him in.

"I'm sure," you said firmly, "Now fuck me."

Negan gave you the largest smile you've seen out of him, "Fuck me doll, I love myself a woman who knows what she wants."

With that, he sunk himself into you fully as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Negan let out a groan, loving the way you felt around him and began to pump in and out of you like he was never going to see you again. You both began to kiss each other hungrily, teeth and tongues clashing as he continued to move. You tried to move your hips as much as possible but you were quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place, so it was a bit difficult to do so. Negan didn't mind at all, as he began to incorporate grinding into his motions, successfully stimulating your clit in all the right places.

Once again, you quickly began to feel yourself being wound up, this extremely messy but passionate sex was getting you close to finishing faster than you thought possible. The clumsy way you both tore at each other showed your inexperience with each other's bodies but the clear desire you had for one another. Negan broke the kiss, planting himself in the crook of your neck and began peppering you with small hickies. His hips began to falter and you could tell he was also getting close.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, "Out or in baby?"

"Wha-," you moaned, delirious from the pleasure.

"My cum, sweetheart, out or in?"

In response you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him in closer to you, "Fuck, in me please. Please, in me."

"Goddamnit why are you so fucking hot," he growled, fumbling around to press into your clit once more.

With his words and motions, your dam broke and your came with a silent cry. Negan grit his teeth at the way your pussy spasmed around him and pumped a few more times before pressing his hips deep against you, until you were sure you were going to be bruised tomorrow. He bit into your shoulder as he came, filling you up with him cum and officially ruining your panties as it began to dribble out. You could feel him twitch inside of you, sharp bursts of cum hitting your walls as you both tried to catch your breath.

Once he was sure he had nothing left to give, he gave a few more thrusts into you before pulling out slowly. You hissed at the sensation, soreness already kicking in from the position you were in. He pulled your panties over your pussy, gently patting it and making your jump from overstimulation. He chuckled as you gave him a half-hearted glare before gently setting you down. Immediately, you almost fell over, collapsing into his chest.

"Woah sweetheart, don't go falling for me now," he chuckled, supporting you as he tucked himself back into his pants.

You gave him a dopey grin, so freaking pleased that you finally got laid by a hot man. Suddenly the door to the bar blew open and Daryl stormed out, frantic.

You and Negan quickly separated from each other, trying to fix your hair and clothing.

"Jesus, (Y/N) we almos' had a damn heart attack wonderin' where you were at-," Daryl stopped in his tracks noticing the disheveled state of the both of you, "The hell?"

Negan stepped forward, "We were just, uh, about to head back in-"

Daryl charged forward, punching Negan across the face, ”WHA' THE FUCK DID YA DO TA HER?"

You run forward, shoving Daryl away, "Jesus fuck, Daryl! Get off of him!"

"DID HE TOUCH YOU," Daryl yelled grabbing you by your shoulders right as the dimly lit alley lights lit you up perfectly, highlighting your exposed collarbone, and evidently, your hickies and messed up makeup.

"Hey man, get your hands off of her," Negan shoved Daryl away, cradling his punched jaw.

Daryl stumbled back, looking in shock between you and Negan, watching the way you ran to Negan's side to check on him.

"Oh my god Negan, are you alright," you cried out, gently holding his face.

"How can I not be fine when I have an angel like you worried about me," he joked, but upon seeing your clear concern, cleared his throat, "'M fine sweetheart. Jus' took me by surprise, is all."

"Did you two- did you two-," Daryl stuttered in shock.

"Did we fuck? Is that what you're asking right now," you questioned angrily, "Not that its any of your goddamn business but yes! Now leave us alone, Daryl!"

Daryl let out a staggered breath, running his hands through his hair, ", "Darlin... ya shouldn' have-"

"You do not get to tell me who I can and cannot fuck, Daryl! I'm a FUCKING adult no matter how many times you want to imagine otherwise! And you are not going to say one goddamn word about this to my dad otherwise you will never see me again and I will bust up your bike, do you hear me?"

Negan chuckled, "Doll, you're going to have me at your feet, I swear."

Daryl whipped his head around to glare at Negan before sighing and nodding, "You... yer righ''. 'M sorry. I shouldn' have done tha'. I'll, uh, I'll see ya inside. Happy birthday, (Y/N)."

With that, he walked inside like a kicked puppy while Negan wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Well besides the lil interruption, I'd say this was a lot of fun, sweetheart. I hope we can do this again sometime."

You stared at the door Daryl just walked through for a second before nodding, "Yeah, sure thing."

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winchestergirl2 · 9 months

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August Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Break Me Down Part 17 | The Epilogue @zepskies

Authors Summary: You��re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

Love Actually Part 1 @zepskies

Authors Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

Love Actually Part 2 | Part 3 @zepskies

Authors Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The Widow @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: “Family Don’t End with Blood,” takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her is what happens when she falls in love again.

Escape Chapter 58 | Chapter 60 @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary: A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

The Fallout @justagirlinafandomworld

Authors Summary: When Sam meets his true Omega, you fear your time with the Winchesters is fated to end. Before they can hurt you, you decide to distance yourself. But Dean isn’t willing to let you get away so easy.

Welcome to Being a Girl @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: When a spell puts you in Dean’s body and Dean in yours, there’s more than one problem that arises.

What A Girl Wants @writercole

Reckless and Raging @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Authors Summary: Y/N knows she made a mistake, but Dean’s fury at her isn’t making it easy to admit to. But why is he so completely furious?

Hold On, I'm Coming @ravengirl94

Authors Summary: When a freak accident lands you in some trouble, the local fire department and a particularly handsome firefighter come to your rescue. Dean Winchester catches your eye immediately with his charm and kindness, but being Chief Singer’s daughter could cause some serious problems. You and Dean have a choice to make: defy your father’s wishes and face the consequences, or go your separate ways...

Stood Up @justkending

Authors Summary: You haven’t had a date night in a while, and an old hunting companion calls you up for drinks. Sneaking out from Dean and Sam questioning you, you make it to the bar only to realize you’ve been stood up. Coming home you feel defeated and worthless. Lucky for you, you have someone who thinks you deserve better.

Sam Winchester

Untitled Sam drabble @girl-next-door-writes

Tell Me @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Sam wants to know what the reader wants him to do to her in bed

This Is Crazy, Isn't It? @katelyn--renee

Authors Summary: The trio enjoy a night out in Las Vegas. Things don’t go quite as expected.

Untitled Sam drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Sam and Dean Winchester (no pairing)

Bar Fight @impala-dreamer

Smallville

Jason Teague

Kiss Me First @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: you keep a student after class to work on their late english homework, but coach teague wants his star quarterback at practice

#winchestergirl2 reads #winchestergirl2 recs #fic recs #soldier boy fic #soldier boy x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fic #jason teague x reader #jason teague fic

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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Hear me out on this one, negan with a transmasc s/o and he grinds his bat against them

My Two Favorite's

A/N: PLEAASE, I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SINCE YOU SENT IT LMAOO (Also, I LOVE your pfp. I love Dewey sm 🫶)

Warnings: Negan(he is a warning let's be fr), Object grinding(?), Fingering, brief spanking, Punishing, uhh body dysmorphia, if I missed anything lmk, it's like 3am here. Negan also may be ooc idk. Enjoyy:))

Pairing: Negan Smith x Transmasc!Reader

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God he could be such an ass.

Negan was a lot to work with and everyone knew it. Even the people within the compound, who dropped to their knees out of "respect" knew that he was a pain. You knew the respect was mostly fear, though. Everyone knew that much.

He had picked you up towards the beginning of all of this. Offering you a safe haven. Sanctuary. You were on your own, fighting and running daily, so of course. You trusted him, and truthfully, you still did.

Even though he did some mighty questionable, and some would even say cruel things. You trusted him with your life. He never gave you a reason to doubt him or believe that he would harm you. He would put himself between you and the line of fire any day, and you knew it. You were his weakness. His rock.

"You wanna talk back now?" He quipped, following you into your room. Though he offered to share his room with you, you requested to keep your own. You still carried this fear of getting too attached to the man. That one day he might not betray you, but he might leave. Not by his choice, but the choice of the cruel world that you both lived in. He wasn't exactly liked by many.

You huffed as he continued to follow you into the bedroom. Throwing your hands up in exasperation. "I just don't understand why you keep me trapped in here!" You snapped, and he tutted. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. You just knew that stupid smirk was on his face. "And what exactly are you even trying to leave for, Mister? You got everything you could ever need here, where it's safe." You hated how much he cared about you sometimes. Other times, it'd make you smile and your stomach would tingle with that feeling you swore you'd never feel again after the apocalypse hit.

The sigh that left your nostrils made him raise his brows. The angrier you got, the thinner the ice you treaded on became. Negan wasn't exactly a guy you wanted to piss off and you knew that. "I just want to leave," He opened his mouth, but your eyes that met his were quick to ridden his fear of you leaving for good. "Not forever, I can't leave here, and you know it." That he did, you had nowhere else to go. Unless you decided to live in one of the communities that they 'owned'. "I'm just tired of being locked up. I feel like I'm in a prison and you're forcing me to be here because for some fucking reason you care about me." You snapped, and he nodded, his eyes darting over your face with the look in his eyes that you despised.

"Will you stop looking at me like that?" You asked, and he furrowed his brow, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Like what?" "Like you actually care." His smile was quick to fade at your words. Expression looking a little offended at what you said. "The hell is that supposed to mean? Why in God's name would I not care about you?" He asked, and you felt a tinge of guilt shoot through you. In the years that you had been with him, you still hadn't accepted the fact that he does care about you. Stepping backward as he approached you with heavy steps.

"You know what? No, you can't leave. Not when you think I don't give two damns about you." He snarled, one hand reaching out to point and poke at the center of your chest right below your collarbone. His other hand gripping Lucille with a force that turned his knuckles white. "You act like we haven't been fighting together for years. Like I don't pass up women and men who offer me a hell of a night because I fucking care about you. I don't know how many goddamn times I have to tell you that too!" He exclaimed, his nostrils flaring. You wanted to feel bad, but your eyes only narrowed on him with a huff of your own.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm your biggest cock block of the century!" He narrowed his eyes at your statement. "That's not what I was sayin' and you know it," "Go fuck yourself, Negan." You spat, and that was the man's final straw. "You watch your tone with me, boy." He barked, and you flinched. He'd never raised his voice like that with you. You should have known it'd be coming one of these days.

In the beginning, Negan was so gentle and careful with you. He'd give you space when you needed it, all while keeping his eyes on you at all times. Making sure his men and women were treating you well. He'd talk with you, make you smile, and laugh. He'd treat you kindly and respect you. Even in these dark times, he was a beacon of light. A man that actually respected your chosen pronouns - despite what you were "supposed to be". Any of the Saviors that would misgender you, or call you slurs, he'd take care of them personally.

Negan was always so kind to you. If his sarcasm was too much he'd do his best to tone it down with you, or at least let you know when he was joking with a simple "that was a joke, by the way." He wanted nothing more than for you to let him in, but you were so stubborn. He could tell that even before the apocalypse you weren't an easy-trusting person, yet he respected that. You shouldn't trust people, even though he wished you would trust him.

Recently, though. It was getting harder and harder for you both. Negan was fighting with keeping his two current communities together - The Kingdom and Hilltop. He was too busy leading and you were too busy pulling away from him, which pissed him off to no extent. He wanted you to understand that he loved you, he really did.

Negan was staring down at you, and you coward - just the slightest. Watching as his chest heaved and his eyes burnt holes into you. "You ever speak to me like that again, I'll make you wish you never did." He snarled, and you felt your chest tighten with panic and anxiety. Like maybe you stepped on his toes too many times over the years and your attempts at keeping yourself safe from his inevitable fall only pushed him away from you. It wasn't until this that you finally realized how much you missed that stupidly obnoxious smile of his.

"Negan," you frowned, and he shook his head. "You've tried me too much over the past few months. I am done being nice to you," he stated, but he didn't move, and that almost scared you more than what he was saying to you. "I'm sorry," you muttered, and he nodded. "You better fucking be." He snarled, and you nodded back. Your head dipping down. Noticing how white his knuckles were around his bat, still.

What you were doing now was risky as hell. One wrong move and that bat could very well cave in your skull, but you still, through thick, trusted him. You reached for his hand, fingers brushing over his knuckles and it made him flinch. The man inhaled sharply before his eyes flicked down to your hand. He wanted to reach out and grab you. Pull you against him and show you just how much he cared for you while also reminding you who ran the show here, but he didn't move. Not yet, anyway.

Negans eyes watched as you grabbed his fist. His muscles relaxed under your touch, but it didn't stop the anger that coursed his veins. It wasn't until you looked up at him that he felt those emotions slowly dissipate. Maybe he was being too harsh on you, maybe he needed to give you space. "I care about you too, you know." He raised his brows a little at the confession. A nearly unnoticeable reaction that told so many emotions in the man's eyes. He just never assumed that he would hear you admit such a thing. Especially not after he yelled at you.

"I'm sorry I was pushing you away. I just get scared. I was getting so close with you and," You chewed on your bottom lip, and he nodded. "I get it," he told you, and your eyes bounced between his. "I pushed you, I wasn't here, you probably think I'm dead anytime we show up late to the compound," he told you, reaching up to brush his knuckles over your jaw, and you nodded with a soft chuckle. "Yeah, unfortunately, I do." He smiled, "Well, I'm not dead, and even if the apocalypse wasn't amongst us, I could be killed by anything. A car, a rabid dog, lightning," he chuckled, and you let yourself smile. Just a little, but it was enough for him.

He was silent again for a moment before he leaned forward a little more. "I want you to trust me," He spoke, his voice low. It was just for you to hear. His eyes scanned yours for any sign of discomfort. "Do you trust me?" He asked, and you nodded. "I have since you found me," he smiled at that confession. His obnoxious grin graced his lips that showed off his stupidly perfect teeth. "Now, that's what I wanna hear." And you knew everything you said went straight to his head.

He leaned in a little more, but you didn't move. Only watched as his smile faded just a little, and he set Lucille on the table beside you. One hand held your waist while the other cupped the side of your face. Can I kiss you? is the look you read in his eyes, and you nodded. Even if he didn't ask the question out loud, you practically knew what he was thinking. That small nod was all the taller man needed before he was leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.

You had expected the kiss to be rough at first, but it wasn't. He was slow, making sure not to scare you off. It wasn't until you grabbed his waist with one of your own hands and the other snaked through the hair on the back of his head that he deepened it and got more hungry with it. Lips pressed firmly against yours until you were each practically kissing with your teeth. He's wanted this for so long and he wasn't about to stop with just a kiss. As long as you were okay with it all.

He pushed you forward towards the bed in your room with a groan. The backs of your legs came in contact with the piece of furniture, buckling from the contact and he was quick to push you down onto the mattress. Giving you a few longing kisses before pulling away from you. "Gonna go shut the door, no need having anyone see us," he told you with a cheesy grin. Dipping back down to kiss your stomach before turning back for the door.

His steps were quick, and you could tell how excited he was that this was finally happening. It made you smile a little knowing he's waited for you for so long. If anything, it had you more excited about the situation at hand. You wanted to take your shirt off, but that familiar feeling of insecurity rose up the back of your neck when you remembered the world fell to shit before you could exactly get top surgery. Or bottom. You were in a body that you hated, and you didn't tell Negan, but it was partially the reason why you didn't want to exactly pursue a relationship with him.

He was quick to distract you with his voice, though. Eyes drifted up to meet his when he stood in front of you. "You still trust me, handsome?" He asked, and that simple word had some of those insecurities dwindling. "Of course I do," you hummed with a smile, scooting further up the bed and he smiled back. "Good, I'll go easy on you," He bellowed, "But you got some learning to do after yelling at me like that earlier." He told you, and you felt your stomach churn at his loose threat. Swallowing thickly when you noticed the bat that he carried everywhere with him was in his right hand. Covered in barbed wire that you knew would sting if you so much as pricked your finger on it.

"Lay down," he ordered and you did as told. Even if your eyes watched that bat with a fearful gaze. He noticed it and only smiled. "Don't you worry, baby. I won't hurt ya, I promise." He told you, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips that eased your worries away. "Have I ever hurt ya?" He asked, and you shook your head just as quickly as he asked the question. A soft 'no' fell from your lips which only made him smile back. "Exactly, ain't starting now either," He hummed, leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear, a hand resting on your stomach. "Unless you want me to," he growled into your ear and you felt yourself shudder.

Before you could answer him he was positioning himself to the side of you. One hand parted your thighs while the other brought Lucille between your legs. He watched what he was doing carefully, but his smug smile didn't fade from his face once. "God, you both are so beautiful, so handsome, you know that?" He asked, and you opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, but your lips fell shut. Worried he might punish you further for asking questions.

You gasped when he brought the base of Lucille to your clothed mound. Gasping through parted lips while gripping the sheets. Sighing when his lips kissed your throat. "You gonna tell me to go fuck myself again?" He asked, and you had half a mind to say you might, but he pressed the bat against you in a way that had you hissing. Your brows furrowed as the man ground the object against you in a steady motion. "Answer when spoken to," he said against your throat, feeling his facial hair burn at your skin and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like between your thighs.

"No, no I won't," you muttered with a shaky breath as he rubbed you just right. "Good boy," he cooed, and you felt your skin prick at his words. "You wanna thank Lucille? She's making you feel good too," he purred, and when you didn't answer he bit at your shoulder. "Thank you, Lu-Lucille," you blurted, and he let out another breathy chuckle against your throat. "Good," he purred, nudging your jaw with his nose. "Now, my gorgeous, gorgeous boy. Tell me what you want."

It felt like he was slowly stripping you from your dignity. Pursing your lips when you thought about protesting, but the way he was pressing that stupid bat against you had your body aching for something more. "I want your hands to touch me, that stupid-" you let out a hiss when he pressed the base of the bat against you rather roughly. "Instead of Lucille. I want to feel your hands against my skin, Negan," you breathed out, and you'd never seen him look so smug.

The man gently reached over to lean Lucille against the wall and he was hovering over you in an instant. "You're doing so good," he praised, and you felt your body ache at his words. You haven't heard praise in what felt like forever. Sure, he's praised you as you worked, but this felt oh so different. More intimate and meaningful.

His hands went to the bottom of your shirt, but when your own came to stop his, he looked up at you with a look that you'd never seen before. "I told you, I won't hurt you. Physically or emotionally, you can trust me on that."He told you, and you nodded, pulling your hands back in order for him to pull your shirt over your head. Looking at the bandages that bound your chest. Frowning at how tightly wound they looked on your body. "Honey," his voice was sweet, "We're gonna have to find you something safer than these bandages." He told you, leaning down to kiss your sternum and you felt your eyes prick with tears. You've never had anyone offer to help you feel comfortable in your own skin, and it had your heart yearning.

You grabbed his head and pulled him up for a kiss. The man smiling when you did so. He loved how needy you seemed right now. He'd never seen you like this. Your walls were still up, but a door was unlocked just for Negan. The leader was able to open it and enter into the fortress that you built yourself to hide away in for God only knows how long.

He didn't dare touch the bandages. His fingers ran over the top and bottom of them gently, in order to show that he cared. Plus, to look at the angry marks that dug into your skin and made his heartache. He knows this is how you've been binding your chest since the beginning, and maybe even longer. He wanted to ask if you sleep like that, if you ever give yourself a break from the tightly wound bandages, but he didn't. That was a conversation for another time.

His lips came to meet your own in a tender and passionate kiss. As if to tell you with his lips that he was there to show you a good time. He wanted you to enjoy this just as much as he did. Even if he was going to tease the hell out of you for that mini outburst earlier. He simply can't let that slide. Though, in a way, he was. He would do so much worse to anyone that wasn't you. He wouldn't be kissing and fucking them good. He'd probably be picking out a spot for them on that chain-linked fence that wrapped around the compound.

He grumbled while your hands reached up to move his leather jacket over his shoulders. Negan shrugged them so the jacket would slide off easier. Before tossing it to the side with a hum. His own hands were dancing along your skin. Calloused fingertips brushing against the soft skin of your stomach, hips, the skin of your arms, and your collar bone. One hand finally wrapping around your throat. His thumb felt your pulse, and how it sped up when he pressed a little harder. "Neg'," you moaned into his mouth, and he ate that noise up like candy. Pulling back in order to look at you with that wolfish smirk.

That's what he was. A wolf. He was always thirsty for blood and violence. The leader of his pack of other vicious and mangey wolves. You were simply a little lost lamb that he brought in. He liked to think that he had you wrapped around his finger, but everyone, even deep down himself. They all knew you were the one who had the big bad wolf wrapped around your little finger. He'd kneel for you out of respect if you truly asked him to. He'd do a lot for you if you asked. He trusted you more than anyone in this compound, and he hoped one day you would realize that.

"Can I take your pants off?" He asked, and you knew he was just trying to be sweet and not scare you after the whole shirt situation, but you couldn't help and roll your eyes at the way he said it. He asked so bluntly, so Negan.

"Only if you take your shirt off."

He smiled fondly at your words and did as told. Reaching behind himself to grab the thin and worn fabric before pulling it over his head. Noticing how quick your eyes were to lock on the muscles of his shoulders, then to his chest, and down to the hairs that littered down his stomach into his pants. He was so gorgeous, really. His body told stories without words. Tattoos that you wondered if they all had meaning behind them; or none at all. The scars that were scattered along his chest, arms, and stomach were new and old. They told his character. How strong he really was and the struggles he's seemed to go through his whole life.

You watched closely as his muscles flinched when you reached out to touch a bigger scar on his side. Your eyes darted up to meet his, and he had a warning look in his eyes. Watching your next moves cautiously and carefully. He trusted you though, and you could tell.

The pads of your fingers brushed over it, feathery light. The man smiled faintly when you leaned forward to press a soft kiss over it. Allowing his eyes to flutter shut with a small hum. "Don't get too sappy on me," he grumbled, and you chuckled, licking up his left pectoral to his collar bone and the groan he released was heavenly. "Who said I was a sap?" You asked, biting down on his shoulder just like he did yours early. Both of you marked one another with your teeth and it had him ecstatic.

He pushed you back down on the bed, flipping your body over so you were now on your stomach. His hands reached down for your pants, hooking his fingers under the hem of the clothing while kissing your shoulders. One on the left, then one on the right. "May I?" He asked, and you nodded, raising your ass a little which had his chest vibrating with a laugh.

He pulled your pants down, quickly. Your underwear coming with them which made you gasp at the feeling of cool air on you. "God, you're such a pretty boy, you know that? So handsome, all for me." He snickered, kissing the back of your thigh before sucking. Leaving a violet mark behind. The sight making him grumble as he left a few more marks on your thighs. A large palm resting on your ass.

You weren't sure what to expect, but it definitely wasn't your body sliding over the mattress. Your lower half now on his lap. "Now, for that tone of voice you used with me earlier," he spoke, a smile curling at his lips when you looked over your shoulder. "Negan," you tried to plead and he shook his head. His large hand kneaded at the flesh. His other hand reached to undo his belt while unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. "Another peep out of you, and I walk out that door. Got it?" He asked, and you nodded. You knew he would, too. He wasn't one to throw around loose threats.

He raised his hand up and brought it down with a loud 'slap' against your skin. A hiss leaves your throat at the sensation. Burying your face in the bed with a wince. "What do you have to say?" He asked, and you didn't answer. "Answer when spoken to," he growled out, reaching over to grab the front of your throat, squeezing lightly. "Thought you said not to talk?" He slapped your ass again. Harder than before, and you lurched forward with a groan. "I'm sorry!" You shouted, and he grinned. "That's what I thought." He hummed with a light chuckle.

He kneaded at the flesh of your ass again. Humming while thinking. "Now," he stared, parting your thighs. "If you behave well, be a good boy for me, I'll fuck you no strings attached."He told you, reaching between your legs to press two thick fingers between your folds. "If you don't," He pressed a finger inside you, the other rubbing over your clit. Watching how you writhed beneath his touch. "I draw this out and well, you don't get anything out of it and I simply leave. Understand?" He asked, and you nodded, "I understand," he smiled, curling his finger inside you before pulling his hand away. Shifting in order to put you back on your back on bed.

Negan stood in front of the bed, pulling his jeans and boxers off before climbing back between your legs. "Now, repeat after me," he hummed. "Negan, I will not talk to you like that ever again. I will do as I am told, and if I leave the compound I will be sure to tell you and have either you or someone else go along." You muttered the words back to him, and he shook his head with a tut, grabbing your jaw with strong fingers. His dark eyes scanning yours with a grin. "A little louder, my prince," he toyed, and you glared a little at the nickname. If it weren't how you ached for him you would have cursed him out. "Negan," you spoke, and he tilted his head, listening as you said the rest of the spiel. "That's better," he told you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Now how about we reward you for that."

Negan pushed your legs apart with a hum. Two of his fingers pressing inside of you which had you tensing. "Fuck, Negan," you moaned, and he chuckled, kissing your jaw with a sigh. "God, you're gonna feel absolutely delicious." He told you with a snicker.

He said a few more words for you to repeat back to him. Finally, rewarding you by removing his fingers and positioning himself with your entrance. He stared at you for a moment. A look in his eyes that had you a little worried. Wondering if maybe he was regretting this. A wave of insecurities rushing over yourself. What if he didn't want you? He just wanted the idea of you. You were already so exposed, you'd have to leave if he just stopped. Join one of the other communities and never look at Negan again.

"You do trust me, right?" The concern that dripped from his voice caught you off guard. Your eyes racing to his as he stared back at you. He looked almost scared, and that scared you. You've never seen him lower his own walls. It was like you were seeing inside him and all you could do was offer him a smile. Reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close. "Negan," he waited for you to continue. His eyes begging you to carry on. "If I didn't trust you I wouldn't be here right now. I would have left the night you brought me here. I trust you more than I would like to admit," He told you, leaning forward to brush your lips against his. Negan leaning forward to lock his lips with yours. Pushing you back into the bed before finally pushing himself within you.

He was right, too. You did feel absolutely Devine. He held you like this for a while. Feeling as your body tensed from the intrusion. Your hand tugged at his hair while the other clawed at his back. He didn't break from the kiss, though. He needed to kiss you. To eat you up. He could if you would only let him.

Once you rolled your hips he was sure to be steady as his hips rolled against you. Working his way up to a slower pace until he was confident enough to start snapping his hips against your own. Each snap of his hips had you grabbing harder, and harder at him. His hands were grabbing at your hips with a force that you were sure would leave two hand shaped bruises.

He truly screwed you like he meant it. He's wanted this since the moment he laid eyes on you, and the fact that he waited for this long drove him crazy. His hips moved faster the faster your breathing got. Listening to every noise that indicated he was doing something right. his hands pleasuring you just as much as your body pleasured him.

He never truly thought he would ever get to have sex with you. With how reserved and closed off you always were. Anytime you flirted back with him that was enough to settle his wandering mind, but it was never enough. He wanted you to be his, and now he had you. Or at least he hoped this wasn't just a one-time thing. Honestly, if you never wanted to have sex again he wouldn't care. So long as he could call you his. If you didn't want that, he'd try his best to push the hurt feelings aside and accept it, though. He hoped you wanted something between the two of you to grow. The way you looked at him gave him at least an ounce of hope for a future with you.

"Negan," you cried, and he nodded his head. "Let go for me, baby," he panted into your ear, and you nodded. Kissing and then burying your face into his shoulder. Letting out a cry of his name while your orgasm took the reins. Your hips rolling to meet his thrusts.

Once you fell limp, Negan was quick to thrust faster within you. Chasing his own high while he panted and muttered sweet nothings into your ear. It wasn't until his hips started staggering that he pulled out of you. His hand taking over the action of stimulation before he came onto your stomach. Stroking out his orgasm with a loud grumble that erupted from his chest. His eyebrows knitted tightly together.

He fell onto the bed beside you. His chest heaving with yours. The both of you lying there in silence. His eyes were shut, but his smile was still there. "I could hit that smile off your face," you muttered without even realizing it, and he raised his brows. Eyes still shut. "Getting mouthy again already?" you cursed yourself in your head. "No, it's just how I admire, you cocky bastard," you sighed out, leaning over to press a kiss to his shoulder. Watching the way his smile grew toothy at the small action and the banter. "God, that mouth of yours," he sighed with a throaty chuckle. "If I didn't know any better, you want me to go harder on you next time." He spoke, opening one eye to peak over with a smirk.

Next time. You smiled softly at the thought of doing this again with him. "Well," you leaned up, looking at the mess on your stomach with a sigh which he looked at as well. "Only if you ain't as goddamn messy." He snickered lightly, sitting up to kiss your cheek with a dramatic 'Mwah' sound. "Anything for you, baby boy."

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Day Twenty-Two: Negan Smith + The Nightmare Before Christmas

It's his favorite movie, so there's no shaking yourself out of this tonight. The door to his room had been shut and locked the minute you had made your way into his room. You were his favorite, fuck you're the only one that he gets down to on a fundamental level.

The only one that he trusted to see a more sensitive, everyday side of him. You had gotten an invite to watch a few movies with me just a few days ago, and it was not really an invite; it was more like, 'You're to come to my room at nine.' A demand by all means, but how he looked at you and his breath fanned over your neck and cheek sent an excellent round of shivers down your spine.

On the other hand, you weren't a massive fan of the idea of holidays any more; there weren't any good commercials anymore. No ideas of getting your friends and family gifts because, one, all the stores were destroyed and, second, because most of your family was gone, dead, and turned into zombies.

Regardless of your feelings towards Christmas, you would get into enough of the spirit to enjoy some time with Negan. What you had expected to happen when locked in Negan's room was not what happened. You were instead greeted by a half-dressed Negan wearing a cooing apron that said "Kiss the chef," the kitchen a mess behind him. The sound of carols playingfrom the radio in his room.

The only thing he was missing was a few decorations. If you stayed in this room forever, you would probably think it was any average person's apartment during the holidays, but it wasn't and never would be. "Hey there, darlin'. Are you excited?" Negan asked you, and a part of you wanted to say, 'It's not like I have much of a choice as to whether I want to be here or not,' but you couldn't bare to say those words to him, not when he turned around to look at you with flour across his forehead, and nose. You chuckled at the childish display in front of you.

"Yeah, I'm excited, but you need help with whatever you're making over there." You say, slipping off your boots and into the comfort of the Christmas feeling surrounding you now. He scoffs but looks down at the messy counter and lets you scoot over next to him. The dough isn't working out. "There's too much flour on the counter; it's making your dough dry." You mutter to him as you bump his hip to make room for yourself. You push some of the flour off the countertop and into the sink, then add a little water to the dough to give it a more sticky texture.

"Well, aren't you just miss baker," Negan says, teasing you relentlessly was how the two of you managed to get along. You're both headstrong, but that's what Negan liked so much about you. He hadn't bothered for another wife who was pretty and dim-witted. He wanted more, someone who challenged him to be and do better.

"Did you go to culinary school before the world went to shit?" He asks, not afraid to make conversation about the past. You hum and nod as you knead the dough back to life. "So you wanted to be a chef or somethin'?" He asks you; you shrug your shoulder, "Just because I went didn't mean what I wanted to do, Negan, you should know that. Hell, you were a gym teacher. I know that you had other dreams for your life." You say maybe a bit harsher than you, but it's the truth and the reality. You hadn't really wanted to go to culinary school, but it was what it was then. Your dreams are crushed by being constantly denied into your choice of university.

"Well, do you have a point, doll?" He says, washing his hands off the excess flour; he watches your hands as you kneed and then roll out the dough. "There you go, Negan." You huff as you wipe your hands together. "You know how to do the rest, right?" You tease him, and he rolls his eyes and smacks your ass to get you out of the titled kitchen and out onto the couch.

The oven keeps the small room heated to just the right temperature. The wafting smell of cookies has you eyeing the oven door for the rest of the night until Negan shuffles out of the kitchen with a small platter of warm cookies. "What are you planning on watching?" You ask him, eyeing the platter as he sits it on the small coffee table. "I was thinking about a few movies, actually."

He says as he shoves a few cookies into his mouth. You shake your head as he fans his mouth and nearly spits the cookies. "A little hot?" You tease, "Fuckin' right there, hot." Negan answers his voice, which is thicker than before, but he doesn't say much as he shuffles towards a shelf. "How about the nightmare before Christmas?" He asks with joy written all over his older face.

Crow feet are showing around his eye, but it's something you can't help but adore. "Staring isn't very nice, dearie." You roll your eyes and flip him off, "And that's not very nice either, pretty girl." Your cheeks burn as you watch him take the DVD out of the case and slip into the machine. It takes a few minutes, but then the title screen shows up on the screen.

Negan is right back to you, his arm around your shoulder, scooting you closer until your thighs are touching and his body heat radiates off him. He smells good, an aftershave that you always get a scent of when you're out in the shared space. It makes your heart race faster, and you rest your head on his shoulder. He presses play and lets the intro song play before he's talking over the dialogue of the movie.

"Did you know that Jack might be the kid from Frankieween?" Negan tells you excitedly as his eyes never move from the TV screen. "What are you talking about?" You ask, genuinely confused at the words falling from his very kissable lips. "I'm talking about the fact that all of the time buttons are just one storyline about Jack at different times in his life." Negan sounds crazy. "Did you watch kids' movies on your off time?" Teasing him further. "Shut up! I had a lot of free time on my hands." He defends himself. "How about you shut up and watch the damn movie you put on." You counter, the look you get out of the corner of his eye, is all you need to know that you're working on thin ice.

So you lean forward and place a small kiss on his cheek and then the side of his lips, and before you know it, you're trapped between the couch and him with a forgotten kids movie playing on the tv.

Completed on: 11/28/23

Posted on: 12/22/23

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The Replacement - Part thirty-three

Negan Masterlist

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Part 32

Warning: violence

Negan was extremely anxious as they followed behind Gabriel and Aaron in search of Maggie and Daryl. Coming to the entrance of a room in the abandoned building; his anxiety multiplied when Gabriel jerks his weapon up suddenly at the presence of someone in the room, immediately lowering it with a sigh of relief.

"Look who we found..." he remarks as you and Negan enter after Aaron.

A shocked Maggie looks behind you and Negan, "where's Hershel?"

"His with Elijah, Annie and the others. He's hidden and safe" you answer reassuringly.

"He's good, Maggie" Negan assures her.

"We're here to take out shithead and the dick-brigade."

"I understand you being here" Maggie replies, looking toward you then.

"But why are you here? It's too dangerous for a heavily pregnant woman to be in the middle of this."

"My fighting abilities may be limited but I could be the perfect distraction for an ambush" you retort confidently.

Maggie looks at you in disbelief, turning to Negan then, "you allowed her to come?"

"Not like I had a fuckin' choice" he grumbles out.

"Would have made her own way here if I didn't."

"Ya always were too stubborn for ya own good..." Daryl softly chuckles at you proudly nodding at Negan's words. Pointing out then.

"Besides, we might need her strategic brain."

"We should go back to the Commonwealth first, get our people out and then deal with Hornby together" Gabriel argues.

"No, Gabe. He probably already radioed back; you know that" Aaron points out as Daryl scans the outside from the window.

"Look, he knows us. We're never getting through those checkpoints."

"And if he has his people go after our families in the meantime?" Gabriel continues to argue. The two continue to argue for a bit until Daryl steps in.

"Wait, wait... Hold up, hold up" Daryl waves his index finger deep in thought.

"We can do all of this..." he points toward Negan then.

"They never seen your face before."

Negan silently looks at you for a response.

"Right... you saying, I just walk right on in there?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what I'm saying" Darly replies, looking to you then.

"Ya know it's good plan. Probably thinking about it too."

"It is" you nod in agreement.

"That's why I'm going too."

"No, you're not going" Negan hastily shuts you down.

"Only one of us needs to go into the belly of the beast. Hey..." he attempts to make you see reason when you shake your head in disagreement.

"I need you to be safe. Besides, I am fucked either way" smirking at you, Negan remarks then.

"Hey, ya not getting rid of me that easily..."

"Me being with would make them let us in even easier..." you argue as a last attempt.

"Any other time maybe, but with them being on high alert ain't guaranteed" Darly points out.

"It's too risky."

Negan gives you silent 'I told you so' look at Daryl's words, causing you to sigh in defeat.

"Ok, fine."

With a faint smirk, Negan gives you a silent wink, turning back toward Daryl with a more serious look then.

"Alright so, what's the plan?"

Negan waited passively in the interrogation room he had been led to after arriving at the Commonwealth gates, when a largely built man in bright orange armor entered.

After silently observing Negan as he rounded the table, the man enquires then, "You know me?"

"Yeah... word gets around in the wasteland" Negan remarks nonchalantly.

"So, no" the man comments.

"Friend told me about you" Negan replies.

"Said that I should ask for you when I came for... April. When I came looking for April."

The man instantly sits down at Negan's words then.

"Do you know what happened to her?"

Negan silently stares at him through narrowed gaze, "I think you asking me, means that it can't be good."

Mercer lips twitch, "why are you really here?"

Negan faintly smirks, "ran into some trouble. Some shirt-and-tie-wearing-shit and his clamshell-assholes he runs with."

Mercer pauses for a second, "get him some water, now", he orders the guard in the room with them.

"Alright, who sent you?"

"I think you know who sent me..." Negan responds.

"Daryl. So, listen... this Hornsby prick, he's been cutting us cup out there. And we're dealing with it. You see, the problem is, we got people in here to protect too."

"That's my job" Mercer comments.

"And yet, I was sent here anyway..." Negan smirks in response.

"I can't just let you in" Mercer retorts.

"We got rules here."

"Oh, rules...?" Negan purses his lips in thought.

"Right. Well, if no one else is playing by those rules, then why are you?"

"Charlie-whisky-actual, Charlie-whisky-actual, this is field unit Bravo..." a Commonwealth soldier attempts to make contact over the radio.

"Copy. This is actual, go ahead..." a response comes back.

"Actual. This is field unit Bravo, OTB, message from Hornsby as follows..." the soldier states but is interrupted by a sound coming from around the corner.

"Can you help me, please...?" you softly whimper while slowly staggering toward him as you clutched your stomach.

Caught off-guard for a second, the soldier stares at you in shock. Realizingly something seemed off; he goes for his gun but is stopped by Maggie stabbing him in the back.

"Told you; a pregnant woman would be the perfect distraction" you smugly remark as Maggie proceeds to destroy the radio.

After Mercer had allowed Negan into the Commonwealth, he had come across Jerry, who then took him to see Carol. Once Negan had let them in on what had been happening on the outside; they had devised a plan for insurance of the safety for those still on the inside.

"Alright, what are we looking for exactly?" Negan remarks, entering a filing room behind Carol.

"Uhhh, blueprints, schematics, plans for Union Station have to be here somewhere" Carol replies, beginning to search.

"Uh-huh, and what else?" Negan comments, stepping up to begin searching as well.

"The person that I'm looking for was in the building right before people started calling for his head. So, he may have stayed."

"So, he stayed and they're looking for him? Then he has one hell of a hiding spot" Negan remarks.

"Yeah" Carol responds as they continue searching.

"Yeah, did I tell you, I got married" Negan suddenly remarks.

Carol pauses for a second as she side-eyes him, "why are you telling me this now?"

"Well, I don't know, because... because she is out there, and she's carrying our child... and you know her."

Carol pauses for a second at his words, looking at him then, "Y/N? She left with you?"

Negan nods, exhaling heavily, "she's supposed to give birth anytime."

"It's gonna be ok" Carol assures him at seeing the fearful look for your safety on his face.

"Thank you" Negan responds.

"Yeah" Carol comments as they continue searching.

You, Gabriel and Aaron meet up with Maggie and Daryl again after having split.

"Anything?"

"He's dug in up ahead with half his men, we wouldn't get close" Gabriel informs them.

"The others are flanking us from behind..." Aaron adds.

"We should go east before they pin us in."

"Is there any way to get behind them?" Maggie enquires.

"Not without them spotting us" Gabriel answers.

"What if they never see us coming?" you state, eyes concentrated on the sewer grate a few steps from the hiding spot as everyone looks to you then.

Your group makes the descend into the sewers, Maggie being the final one down.

"You ok?" she walks up, when you placed your palms under your belly to relieve some weight off your back.

"Yeah, just you know..." you exhale heavily after releasing the hold on your belly.

"Yeah, I do..." Maggie comments understandingly, offering then.

"Do you wanna take a minute?"

"No, we should keep going" you shake your head, smirking then.

"Good thing my morning sickness is gone or I'd a goner with the smell."

A faint smirk crosses Maggie's lips at your words as she nods in agreement to continue.

Two Walkers slowly make their way toward yous but Daryl and Aaron quickly makes away with them, and everyone continues; making their way through a large opening on the side of the wall to looks to have been an underground hideout.

"That way and we'll come up right behind them" you point to the right. Another Walker suddenly appears and Daryl stares at it, then upwards.

"Maybe we can get them to come down here to use."

Maggie looks at Gabriel then, lifting his gun; he lets off a few shots into the air as everyone covered their ears.

Part 34

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enid-rhees · 10 months

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Hey again my most fav Enid fic writer, like, ever 💋✨

Sooo, I have two ideas in mind but imma send the second one as a separate request :)

Alright so imagine Enid, Carl, and reader in/during The Lineup...

I feel like there're so many different ways things could go down- but for now could ya' write where Enid and reader were helping carry sick n' pregnant Maggie, while Carl and the rest of em' are killing off walkers or whatever (I'm sure you remember how that episode went down lol).

But Negan ends up killing Carl, leaving Enid and the reader to grieve over their now dead best friend.

Maybe some fluffy comfort at the end? 💖

oh god, i definitely do remember this episode all too well. i think everyone does 😭 i’m gonna try my hardest with this, just know that the dialogue won’t be completely accurate because i don’t remember what Negan says but i don’t wanna go back 😭 so bare with me.

warnings: major death. Negan. (anytime he’s in my stories he will have his own warning) lots of blood. angst, little comfort but barely any. spoilers for season 7 episode 1 of The Walking Dead

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are currently closed but they’ll be open again soon :)

it was so cold. you could see your own breath as you and Enid helped Maggie maneuver through the woods. Carl stood in front of you, killing every walker that was coming your way. everyone else stood on your sides, protecting the three of you, but especially Maggie.

she looked so sick. color had drained from her face, and it looked like she hadn’t slept in months, although that was far from the truth.

when you made it into an empty area of the woods, you were all suddenly blinded by bright lights that surrounded all of you. you turned around, trying to find a way to escape this, but you quickly realized you couldn’t, every inch of this area of the forest was blocked by men, staring at you with guns in their hands.

your heart was racing so fast it shouldn’t have been possible. you held Maggie behind you, keeping her shielded from those men.

one man walked out, standing in front of all of you. “i want all of you to kneel.” he emphasized the word to show his dominance against all of you, and none of you had no other choice but to listen.

you and Enid carefully set Maggie on the ground, still holding onto her arms for support. the guy walked behind you, ripping your arms away from Maggie’s and taking your guns in the process.

you looked over at everyone, who had horror all over their faces. it seemed like the only reasonable reaction to have; fear.

he walked over to a van that was parked a few feet away from you and opened it. in the back, Glenn, Daryl and Michonne were inside. two other men from beside the truck helped the other pull them out, roughly throwing them to the ground.

“Maggie?” Glenn choked out. he hadn’t seen her in hours, he had no idea that you and Enid helped Maggie cut her hair, or that she was in the most mind numbing pain right now.

he was slapped in the face after that, “don’t speak!” the man demanded. you flinched at the loudness of his voice. “Negan will deal with you all shortly.”

who the hell is Negan?

your own question was answered when the trailer van fifteen feet in front of you opened, and a man with a bat stepped out, smiling widely. that was Negan.

he walked over to you guys, looking down the line. “which one of you is Rick Grimes?” he then kneeled down in front of Rick, like he already knew.

“it’s you, right?” he asked. Rick had no choice but to nod. sweat dripped down his curls, even though it was the coldest of nights right now.

“do you know why i have you here, Rick? it’s because you killed my men. and when i sent more of my men to kill you…. you killed more of my men!”

you remembered that. you were all on a run, just wanting to get more supplies for Alexandria. they ambushed you, but it was surprisingly easy to take them all down. but of course, it came with consequences.

“so you know what? i’m killing two of you, right here. and you won’t know who it is until this bat smashes their head into the ground. and after that, you work for me. your food, your supplies, will all be for me.”

you had to come to terms with the fact that you were about to lose two people from your group, and one of them could be you. or Enid. tears slipped down your face just from that thought.

Negan stood back up, “so! lets play a game, yeah?”

he walked to the end of the line, starting at Glenn. “eenie,” then Daryl, “meenie,” then Michonne, “minie,” and then Abraham, “moe.”

Abraham looked up at him, no fear or hesitation in his eyes. Negan swung the bat once, giving him a hard hit on his head. Sasha and Rosita cried out.

with blood on his head, Abraham looked back up at Negan, still no fear in his eyes. “suck… my… nuts.” he hissed out. Negan let out a loud laugh at that, “you’re serious?”

he shook his head, and then bashed his head with the bat once more. Abraham was unconscious now, but he didn’t stop. the bat beat into his head until it started to turn into mush, mixed with blood and brains. you wanted to look away but you couldn’t, tears clouded your vision. the only thing that you could head was Rosita and Sasha crying out, begging Negan to stop.

you looked at Negan was disbelief, not understanding how he was smiling proudly at what he had done. you had met complete and utter psychos before during this apocalypse, but you now know that Negan is far beyond a psycho.

“would you look at that!” he yelled, laughing down at Abraham’s now headless body. the cries continued, but it only seemed to fuel Negan.

“maybe, just maybe, this will teach you guys a fucking lesson. don’t fuck with The Saviors, alright? because i’ll keep doing this until there’s none of you left to fight back. not like you can anyways,”

“now, let’s get back to it!” he turned around, smashing the bat onto Carl’s head. your eyes widened and a scream left not only yours, but Enid, and Rick’s lips. Enid held you back as you tried to reach for Carl, tears running down your face. Negan stopped, turning around to face you as Carl bled out.

“oh, i’m sorry, sweetheart.” Negan fake pouted, “was he your little boyfriend?” your face hardened as Enid held you back tighter, “oh, i see.” a sick and twisted smile made its way to his lips when he looked between the two of you.

he turned back around, continuing to smash the bat onto Carl’s head. his hat had already fallen off, but was now splattered in blood. Rick’s screams of terror, and anger filled the woods. you couldn’t stop crying, and Enid was struggling to keep herself together.

you fell out of Enid’s arms, body going limp from the crying and screaming. you didn’t know what to feel, you felt numb. you just watched your best friend get murdered. brutally, at that. you couldn’t even imagine what Rick felt, that was his son.

the sun had risen, and you were all still in that same area of the woods. The Saviors were gone, but everything they did would never leave you alone. everything you owned was now theirs. and none of you had a say in it.

Carl and Abraham’s body laid there, their blood was everywhere. Sasha and Rosita cried together, despite the problems they were having days ago, and even yesterday. none of it mattered anymore.

sobs racked through your body when Rick handed you Carl’s bloody flannel and hat. “he’d want both of you to have these.” he spoke hoarsely, trying to hold back his emotions. he had gotten good at it, but this wasn’t a time he could do it. and you didn’t expect him to.

Enid pulled you into her arms, and your cries turned muffled as you dropped your head into her neck. she sniffled, leaning her head on yours as she started to quietly cry as well.

you wanted this to be a nightmare so bad. you squeezed your own arm, hoping you would wake up. Enid would be by your side, sleeping peacefully, and right downstairs Carl would be eating breakfast with Judith, Rick and Michonne. everything would be perfect.

“Y/N,” Enid whispered. you opened your eyes, looking straight into hers. she intertwined her hand with yours, “we’re gonna kill him, okay? he can’t and won’t get away with this.”

“we can’t, Enid.” you cried. “he has too much power over us and you know that. we can’t kill him. we’re trapped now.”

Enid shook her head, “i know we’ll be able to. we just need time to prepare, and we can do it. we’ll do it for Carl.” tears slipped down your eyes just from the that.

you nodded, “for Carl.”

Enid gave you a small smile, despite everything she was feeling. she leaned forward, kissing your head softly and then leaning down to your lips. she connected them, holding your face in her hands.

“i love you. we can do this.” she whispered. “i love you too.” you whispered back. Enid pressed one more kiss to your head, lingering her lips there.

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im-a-goddamn-cat · 9 months

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Alarming Deal

Neggie/Negan Smith x Maggie Rhee | vague Gleggie/Maggie Rhee x Glenn Rhee || Rated: E || Words: 2.4k || CW: Rape/Non-Con

Summary: After Daryl acts out, Negan gives the group two options for a punishment: Either he kills Glenn or he gets to fuck Maggie… And of course, Maggie doesn't want her husband to die.

A/N: I've had this idea for a long time but was always too scared to write it because I was afraid it was too dark but some people in the Neggie Discord server encouraged me to write it so I finally did. Thank you guys! <3

Enjoy! :]

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"Now, I already told you people, first one's free, then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down! No exceptions," Negan explained to the group of Rick's people. One of their people had acted out of line after he already killed one of them and now he needed to punish them again. He paused for a dramatic moment before speaking up again. "But… Lucky for you all, I'm feeling generous today. So, instead of killing another one of you sorry saps right off the bat-" He paused again briefly to chuckle at his own pun. "-I'll give you two options: Option one -" He raised the end of his blood-covered bat towards Glenn's face. "- This one here meets the same fate as Red over there." Maggie's eyes widened in horror at the threat towards her husband. "Or option two -" He lowered the bat and then pointed at Maggie with his free hand. "- I get to have my way with this lovely lady, here and now." Negan grinned. He suspected that this man was close to Maggie from the way he reacted to him threatening her earlier and if it were true, he'd definitely get his way. As soon as he had laid eyes on Maggie, he wanted her, and he hoped that his suspicions were correct.

Maggie's head spun as she registered what he'd just said. He wanted to take either her husband's life or her body. She sat motionless for a moment before looking towards Abraham's poor mangled body and then back up towards Glenn and Negan. The choice was obvious to her, of course she didn't want her husband to die. The thought of Negan touching her repulsed her but if letting him fuck her meant that Glenn lived, she is willing to agree.

Maggie nodded slowly. "Y-You can have me," she croaked out, her voice hoarse from the crying she'd been doing. Negan smiled, a chilling grin that made him look like a predator staring at its prey. "Excellent choice."

"Maggie, no-" Glenn started to say but was stopped as Negan gestured towards a couple of his soldiers to grab him.

"Keep him quiet and restrained," he told them, not trusting that he wouldn't try coming to Maggie's aid again like he had earlier. One soldier stood on either side of Glenn, holding his arms so that he couldn't move, and one of them stuffed some sort of rag in Glenn's mouth to silence him.

"As for the rest of you… Don't even think about trying anything else or I won't be as generous next time," he threatened as if manipulating someone into having sex was any less heinous than murder. Negan handed his bat off to another one of his soldiers to hold onto and then walked over to stand in front of Maggie.

"Hello, darling… Aren't you beautiful." He smiled down at her and the lust she already saw in his eyes made her uneasy. He reached a hand up to stroke her cheek and briefly gently cupped it as he looked at her. He then reached to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He pulled his pants and boxers down enough to pull out his cock which was already half-hard. He guided it towards her mouth, the tip coming into contact with her lips.

"Come on, baby… It ain't gonna suck itself," he coaxed her. Hesitantly, Maggie opened her mouth and he slid inside. Maggie sucked on him and Negan groaned. A thought of biting down on his dick hard enough to draw blood entered Maggie's mind but she knew that would only lead to another person getting hurt so she restrained herself. After sucking him a little, he was fully hard, and she began to slowly move her head, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could on every stroke, occasionally swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock when she'd pull back.

"That's it, good girl," Negan moaned. Maggie inwardly cringed at the praise. After a few more strokes of her mouth, Negan put a hand on her head and gripped her hair. "Hold still for me, darling," he told her and Maggie complied, stopping her motions. Negan began thrusting his hips fast and bottomed out on every thrust into her mouth. Maggie's eyes widened and watered and she gagged a little, not used to this kind of treatment.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good on my cock, baby," Negan moaned out as he fucked her face. Maggie didn't know how much more she could take, she felt as if she were choking from the way he was using her. Suddenly, he yanked her head back and pulled out, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock falling away between them. Maggie gasped and coughed as she tried to catch her breath from the attack.

"Too close. As much as I'd love to come in that pretty mouth of yours, I have other plans," he explained as if she cared. She just wanted him to finish whatever it was he wanted to do and for everyone to be safe. Negan grabbed the back of her shirt, pulled her away from the line-up of her friends, and threw her down. He got down on his knees near her legs, flipped her over so that she was on her back, and got between her legs.

He looked down at her with a lustful, predatory look and it sent a chill up Maggie's spine as she fully realized what was about to happen. The fear must've shown in her eyes as he attempted to sooth her. "Don't be scared, baby, I'm gonna make you feel good."

You're taking me against my will you sick fuck, I won't enjoy this, she thought and almost wanted to say but she knew better than to provoke him so instead she stayed silent.

Negan reached down to the end of her shirt and lifted it up enough to reveal her bra. He then pulled a small knife out of his pocket and put the blade between the two cups, slicing upwards to cut it open. He put the knife back and then moved the cups of the bra to the side, revealing her breasts. "Beautiful," he purred. He lifted her breasts in his hands, feeling them, and running his thumbs across her nipples. Maggie shivered again at the contact, his hands on her body feeling unwelcome.

He leaned down and lifted one breast into his mouth, latching onto it and sucking, while still massaging the other breast with his other hand. Maggie squirmed at the feeling, his mouth on her feeling foreign. He then swapped breasts and did the same thing with the other one. He leaned back, unhooking his mouth from her with a pop, and sat up.

Negan moved his hands down to her pants, undid them, and moved back a little to pull them down along with her underwear. Instinctively, Maggie tried to close her legs but Negan grabbed them and opened them back up. "Don't hide that pretty pussy from me, darling," he told her and looked down to her exposed cunt. "And my, it is pretty," he said lustfully. Negan reached a hand down to rub his thumb across her clit in circles and she gasped. He continued his motions, and her arousal built a little against her will, but the situation she was in was so disturbing and terrifying that she didn't feel very aroused.

Negan removed his hand and situated himself in between her legs again. He pulled his cock back out of his pants, which was hard and glistening with pre-cum, and ran it along her folds down to her entrance, feeling that she wasn't that wet. "Usually I'd work my lady up a little more by eating her out or some shit but I'm sorry, darling, I need you now," he told her and thrusted inside her to the hilt with no warning. "Ah!" Maggie screamed, the sudden intrusion painful. She was sure he probably tore something in her. A few tears spilled out of her eyes and she clawed at the ground as he started thrusting fast and hard already with no care for her comfort, her breasts bouncing from the force of his thrusts.

"Stop! Please stop, it hurts," Maggie begged. She knew she had to let him have his way with her if she wanted her husband to live but it was too much for her, every thrust felt like a knife cutting into her.

"Relax, it'll feel good soon, darling," he simply responded and didn't let up on his cruel thrusts. "Fuck, yeah, so fucking tight… Feel so fucking good on my cock, baby," he moaned and reached up to caress one of her breasts. Maggie felt sick that he was enjoying this when she clearly didn't.

Maggie turned her head to briefly look around, trying to distract herself from what was happening. Her friends that she could see were either looking on in horror and concern for her or looking away entirely, not being able to watch. She felt embarrassed and ashamed that they had to witness this. She couldn't see Glenn from where she was but she didn't want to anyways, she knew it would be too painful for her to see his face. Some of the other saviors that she could see were either just watching and not doing anything but the others were getting themselves off on the display. The sight made her feel even sicker.

Maggied looked back towards Negan, not being able to take looking at everyone anymore. Negan angled his thrusts a little differently and hit her g-spot, making her gasp and Negan noticed her reaction. "That feel good, baby?" he teased and continued thrusting to hit that spot. He moved his hand from her breast down to stroke her clit and her pussy clenched around his cock, wetness beginning to seep out of her. She was starting to feel pleasure from his cock and fingers and was horrified with herself. She hoped it was just the pregnancy hormones making her body react this way.

Maggie began whimpering a little as her pleasure built further and she came closer to release. She tried to fight it as she didn't want to come from this. Negan wouldn't have it though, he continued thrusting into her g-spot and stroking her clit. "Come on, baby, come for me," he coaxed.

"No, no," Maggie whimpered feebly and then moaned instinctively as she orgasmed against her will. Negan moaned as he felt her walls clench down on his cock as she came undone. "Good girl," Negan praised her but Maggie didn't appreciate it at all. She felt disgusted with herself for coming from essentially being raped.

Negan removed his hand from her and then pulled out suddenly. She caught a glimpse of his cock and saw not only her wetness but also something red, blood she thought, confirming her suspicions that he was too rough with her earlier. He moved her so that she was on her knees, her face facing her husband. Maggie looked to the ground, not wanting to see him while this happened. Negan moved behind her on his knees. He suddenly entered her again and Maggie hissed at the feeling as she still felt sore and sensitive from his rough entry and her orgasm earlier. He gripped her hips and resumed his brutal pace.

The sound of his hips slapping against hers could be heard on every rough thrust. His grip on her hips was so hard that she felt like there was going to be bruises left there from it. Please come, please come, she chanted in her head, wanting this to be over already. Negan lifted a hand and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so that her eyes met Glenn's. He looked terrified and concerned to the point of crying and the sight made Maggie's heart ache. Negan slowed his thrusts a little and leaned in near her ear. "He's your man, right?" Negan asked her and she nodded. "Husband?" he then asked and she nodded again. "Heh, that's what I thought, the way he tried jumping up to protect you earlier," he told her. "Bet he's never fucked you like this, huh?" he teased but Maggie didn't answer this time.

"Enjoying the show, bud? I can see why you married this girl, she's gorgeous, and this pussy? Goddamn," he spoke up teasingly, this time directed towards Glenn and Negan flashed a shit-eating grin at him. A flash of anger went across Glenn's features before going back to the scared and worried expression as before.

Negan released his grip on Maggie's hair and she looked away from Glenn again, not wanting to see his distraught face anymore. Negan moved away from her ear and picked up his brutal pace again. His thrusts started to become more erratic and he was letting out moans frequently. "Gonna fill this sweet fucking pussy up, baby," he groaned, indicating that he was close. After only a few more thrusts, he pushed in to the hilt and moaned as he came, shooting his load into her. His cock throbbed inside her as he filled her up with his come.

After he finished, he pulled out. Maggie stayed in that position for a moment, clenching her pussy to try getting his come out of her, not wanting the offending substance in her. Negan watched as his come mixed with her blood from his forcefulness seeped out of her and he groaned at the sight. Maggie collapsed onto the ground from exhaustion and curled up, hiding her exposed body as much as she could. She couldn't think clearly enough yet to just pull her clothes back on.

Negan put his cock back into his pants and closed his pants up. He then stood up and looked over everyone. "Now, I hope we've all learned a very important lesson today. Any disobedience will be punished… But I'm always open to certain alternative methods of punishment."

Negan crouched back down to Maggie and leaned his mouth close to her ear. "I'll come visit you sometime, darling," he told her and then kissed her cheek. Maggie shivered and, after he got up to leave, laid there in horror at the possibility that he was telling the truth.

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A/N: Ngl, I'm really unhappy with this for... a few reasons. I ended up not even wanting to post it but some of the people in the Neggie server wanted me to so here it was. Hope you guys liked it. <3

Thanks for reading! <3

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naughty-negan · 1 year

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I have a question. Negan said on Dead City this week that he was only a monster to the ones that were hurting his people and not to his people. Do you agree?

Oh my! This is going to be a long one. LOL

But YES! Mostly.

Do you remember when Rick and the others went to The Sanctuary and everyone clapped and shook Rick's hand?

There were only like 50 people there. Negan had 500 people or more. I believe the majority left because they were indeed Negan, so to speak. The ones that cheered Rick were probably the workers that were not fans of The Saviors because they CHOSE to work for points and that pissed them off that they had to work for what they wanted. THEY WERE NOT FORCED. Remember Negan always gave the choice. He established that with Daryl. Be a Savior or work for points. They had that choice and CHOSE! They didn't like their choice which made them hate Negan and later praise Rick. Humans are like that. They make their beds but don't want to lie on them. Basically, they were just pissy about it. They rather moan and complain and blame it on the one in charge than themselves. This is of course with the exception of a few that wrote on the wall.

And the actual Saviors that were bad like Jed stuck around to try and control them but it wasn't working so they left and/or ended up dead.

Though... Negan IS a dick for making it so that the points barely got them anything. But he did that so the majority would be Saviors.

But it is a dick move on Negan's part. Sorry. lol

Now, the subject no one wants to talk about! The Wives!

But the secret is... It's not that bad!

The wives all had the choice to be his wife. They were never forced to do it. They were probably working for points or being Saviors but Tanya (Black Hair) and Frankie (Red Hair) especially didn't want to work at all and figured spreading their legs was the better option and they took it. They got everything they wanted for free. In other words prostitution on the wives' part and not rape on Negan's part, like most Negan haters want to stick in your heads.

And no offense to any women out there. It just is.

And in Amber's case, she and Mark were working for the points just for the meds her mother needed, and Amber (Blonde Hair) more than likely asked Negan to be his wife in order to get the meds with no problem. Negan may have asked her too. I'm not saying he didn't. It was not established.

Which gave Mark the opportunity to use the points for other things. I highly doubt Mark was a Savior because if that were the case Mark would have got the meds with no problem. Therefore Amber would not have to be a wife. There was also an african american wife that was barely shown or mentioned and I assume she too was in it for the money so to speak. Again, I don't know for sure. It was not established. Now, yes again the Amber thing does make Negan a bit of a dick. Not saying it doesn't. lol

In Sherry's case, Tina (Her sister) was given the choice to be Negan's wife.

Again nothing was established here, so this is just my opinion.

I believe Sherry was jealous that Tina would be Negan's wife. Sherry IS the one that came up with the idea that Dwight, her, and Tina leave.

Dwight and Sherry mentioned this.

But once Tina died it was Sherry's idea to go back.

Again, Dwight and Sherry mentioned this.

And leaving without permission is a big no-no. So Dwight was punished by the iron. And Sherry would have been punished too in some way but she saw the opportunity to finally be Negan's wife without Dwight losing his shit and made the deal with Negan. Do not forget that right before Negan kissed Sherry in the wives' den. She called him an asshole and he said "I know but the messed up thing is you like me anyway. You know the truth. Just like me. " and then kissed her. She did not disagree. And she acted like she knew it was true.

Keeling to Negan.

THE KNEELING TO ME WAS NOTHING MORE THAN TO MAKE NEGAN HAPPY. FEEL SPECIAL. MAKE HIS DICK HARD, SO TO SPEAK. IT WAS NEGAN BEING NEGAN. NOTHING MORE.

And so yes, I agree with Negan's statement.

He was a monster to those that hurt his people, but he was not a monster to his people. But he could have done a few things differently. But you can say the same about Rick Grimes. I'm not saying he did ALL the same things as Negan, but he did do some things that were dickish. So did Maggie and so did Daryl.

BUT THAT IS JUST MY OPINION!

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ophelia-jones · 1 year

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Thorns pt 12

Lacey had been on a roller coaster for six days straight, and today was the day it would all end, one way or another. She couldn't say which way it would go, but her decision had been made - fate would decide the rest.

Negan led Carl in through the gate at Alexandria as if he had rescued the boy rather than kidnapping him.

"Carl! Are you ok?" Rick asked, obviously wanting to rush forward and hug his boy, but unsure about moving too quickly around Negan and somehow setting him off again.

"I'm ok, dad. I'm fine." Carl assured Rick. Michone walked up slowly, as if she could not believe her eyes.

"See, Rick, I have come to see things in a new light of late. Now that I have one of my own on the way, I realize If someone tried to take my child away from me I would do unspeakable things to keep that from happening. Unspeakable!" Negan emphasized. "Now, granted, you did Jack Diddly shit about it, but that's because you put the safety of Alexandria first. Can I respect that? No." He shook his head and made a melodramatic frown. "But, Carl deserves a chance to know what kinda guy dear old dad really is, at least." He grinned, as if he were Santa Claus handing out presents. Rick looked poised to lunge, his rage barely under control.

"Now, there is one hitch. See, I haven't forgotten your little act of insubordination, and will need a trade for young Carl here's return to hearth and home." He slapped his hands together and rubbed them eagerly, looking around at the Alexandrians who had gathered with half of the food and weapons they had scavenged in the past month. "Where's Daryl?" He grinned even more enthusiastically. Rick shot Michone a look and Lacey held her breath.

*Stay calm.* she told herself, and the baby began to roll around as if it was aware of Lacey's anxiety.

"Right here." A low voice, more like a rumble than a human voice, replied. Daryl stepped out from behind the shed he had been leaning on, watching the interaction.

"Ah! Now we're cooking with gas!" Negan declared giddily.

"Wait, wait… what kind of trade are you talking about?" Rick demanded, stepping between Daryl and Negan, hands out to keep them farther apart.

"Look at that Carl. You know, if I was your dad, I'd trade the entire god-fucking-damned town to get my kid back." He shrugged as if to say 'sorry your dad doesn't love you as much.'

"It's ok." Daryl reassured Rick, reaching out and placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"See, that is what I'm here for! Look at this show of bravery? Self sacrifice? Woo!" Negan made a fist and swung it in front of himself like a kid in a1950's sitcom saying 'aw shucks'. He turned to make sure every eye in town, Saviors and Alexandrians alike, was locked on him.

"Let him go." He told Dwight who released his grasp on Carl and gave him a little shove forward. Carl looked reluctantly at Daryl. Daryl nodded his head toward Rick to tell him he should go to his family. Daryl had made his decision, and there was no sense trying to talk him out of it.

Negan walked up close to Daryl, closer than anyone would be comfortable with and told him quietly.

"I'm gonna need you on your knees."

Lacey felt a wave of nausea overcome her, and her palms began to sweat. Daryl had not so much as looked at her since their arrival, and she didn't know if it made this easier or harder.

Once Negan had Daryl on his knees, he turned and looked at Lacey.

"Now, for your first act as second in command, you will carry out the punishment for disobeying me directly and hiding you here." He told her, walking her way swinging Lucille in a circle by his side.

"I'd let you use Lucille but I think that might take too long. We really need to work on your swing." He grinned, and there was a terrible silence in the crowd at the mention of Lucille and the recognition of what he was about to make Lacey do. "Knife or pistol, your choice." He said, gesturing to where Daryl sat on his knees with his head down.

Lacey grew dizzy. Her heart was going so fast, but she managed to draw her pistol and walk stiffly over to Daryl. He still refused to look at her. She drew in one last deep steadying breath and raised the pistol and took aim.

"We ain't got all day, sugar tits." Negan quipped, but although his mouth was smiling, his eyes were dark and hateful. Lacey cocked the gun, swung her arm around and pointed it at Negan. He looked shocked for a moment, and then he laughed.

"Really? REALLY?!" He asked, not appearing one bit afraid. "Wrong decision, girl. Now a whole lot more of them are going to have to die!" As he took a step toward her, a gunshot rang out beyond the gate. And then another. Negan scowled and looked around. "What the shit is going on out there?"

"That would be the people of Hilltop and the kingdom taking out the saviors you brought along today." Lacey said, and this time it was she who stepped forward, showing Negan she was not afraid. Several of the saviors drew their guns and aimed them her way, but Negan held up a gloved hand.

"She is off limits!" He told them hotly. "Everyone else is fair game." He added, and several of them opened fire at the crowd of Alexandrians, but they were all armed as well and in the ensuing firefight, Negan lunged at Lacey and knocked her to the ground, wrestling the pistol from her grasp.

"Get off her you son of a bitch!" Daryl called out to him, wrapping a giant forearm around Negan's throat. Somehow he managed to get loose and the two became entangled in a hand to hand fight, fists and blood flying.

When Daryl got Negan pinned to the ground, his knife against the man's throat, Lacey lay a hand on his shoulder.

"Daryl, don't. You're better than him, you don't have to sink to his level." She said, a note of urgency in her voice.

"She's right." Rick agreed. The remaining Saviors were already either on the run or standing with their hands up, watching to see how this would end.

"He deserves to die more than anyone I've ever known!" Daryl argued, shaking with anger. Negan winced as the blade dug into his throat and when a crimson line appeared. If Negan swallowed, he might sever his own artery.

"Abraham didn't deserve to die, Glenn sure as hell didn't!" He continued, his face red with anger as he tried to control his hatred.

"I know." Lacey knelt beside him. "But you told me you wanted to find a better way. A better way than Negan's - a better way than your fathers." She wasn't sure if it would reach him in the way she hoped it would or if it would push him past his limit. He struggled for a long moment, staring into Negan's nervous brown eyes as if waiting for the man to speak. For once, he had nothing to say.

"We have that cell. We're not going to let him go. But Lacey's right, Daryl. If we want the rest of his people to see what we are building here, what we are trying to do? More killing won't help us do that." Rick said, standing over them, poised to try and intervene if he had to.

Finally, Daryl looked over into Lacey's green eyes. She smiled sadly, seeing the struggle that was raging inside of him.

"You're a good man, Daryl Dixon." She told him softly and Daryl sat back on his heels, removing the blade from Negan's throat.

"See Carl? I told you, it's always the woman that causes the downfall of a man." Negan said sharply as he stared Lacey down.

"Guess you should watched out for those thorns of hers." Daryl muttered, rising to his feet. He looked at Lacey and nodded, once, wordlessly before stalking off.

Rosita was standing nearby, and she nudged Lacey's shoulder and mouthed the word 'go!', nodding after him. Lacey didn't know if she could take his rejection. Maybe, she thought, it was enough knowing he was safe. Rosita took her by the shoulders and gave her a push, and lacey found that her feet were moving as if she were being swept away by a river.

"Daryl?" Lacey called out to him. Her voice was so quiet, she doubted he could hear - but he stopped. He stood stone still, not turning to look at her but waiting to see what she had to say.

"It was never a choice, you know." She said, and he replied without turning.

"What, you want me to thank you for not putting a bullet in my brain?" He scoffed.

"No. I'm not talking about just now. All of it - going back to Sanctuary and everything since then; I didn't choose to be with them; with him. I chose to save you." She told him. "I wanted to protect you - but I know I managed to hurt you, too and I'm sorry. I know it will probably be impossible for you to ever trust me now, but it doesn't matter. It's enough to know I kept him from killing you."

She heard him sniff, watched his hands clench and his biceps flex as if he were preparing for another fight. Finally, she turned away and walked back to where the others were.

It was over.

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I shipped Beth and Daryl too. It would have been beautiful if it had happened! I think she would have brought some peace and calm thing so good to him and God, he would have been absolutely EVERYTHING to her. Oh, now I'm angry. I NEVER take it well when I see great opportunities in writing and in shows and they just THROW AWAY, WHO DOES IT.

Daryl was always my favorite, I think? But Glenn had that whole good boy thing that sometimes wins me over. And what hurt me the most was that he died as a result of something I don't think he wanted to do, you know? And I'm kind of completely silly for people being happy, having their families, having their kids and THAT'S BEEN TAKEN AWAY. But... nowadays when I think of Negan, I remember him with Judith and well, I see that I didn't get to meet him. I always say that whoever arrives and tells the story first, has the advantage. If we met Negan first, who would the villains be? So I break down, with my own argument when I want to get pissed off at someone doing something. Of course, I don't always think that, in some cases I'm like: You suffered less than you should. But I know that wasn't the case with Negan, so I want to go back and see everything, to reconnect with the things I liked, but it's going to end up pissing me off more than it should because I got pissed off remembering Beth and the wasted potential.

Did you read the comics? Because I haven't read it, but I know a lot about it and sometimes I just get a little annoyed that they haven't followed through more closely, you know? Speaking of whether I liked Negan or not I remembered Shane and how sad I was because I liked him and God, imagine him and Negan? It would have been the hellishly wonderful.

The sibling duo would have been amazing. I know that if they were 100% for the comics, Daryl wouldn't even exist, but... I don't know, maybe it's easy to say that looking at the work from the outside, but there were better changes to be made. I just started to get more and more disappointed with the choices they made and before that I only trusted what the show was going to bring me. Even though Shane's death was something that happened super early in relation to everything we're talking about here, I was still confident. BUT look at what you got to trust. hahahaha

"and end it on a good note (unlike some other shows.)" (looking at you, The Walking Dead) Sorry but I had to do this hahahaha

And yes, Snowpiecer is a screamworthy show. I just want to know what my dad is going to get invested in now and if I'm going to dive into it with him. Wilford gave me a really bad feeling, his whole relationship with those traumatized people, I just felt sick.

Because it's clearly something that I don't want and that I genuinely avoid, any approach to someone who has traumatized me. So every time I saw him interacting with people I was just like: Oh my god, no, here we go with this shit going on.

I'll die on my Beth and Daryl hill no matter what.

Daryl has always been my #1 too. And sure, the villain is always the hero of their own story, that's why it's so interesting to see :D

I did read the comics yes, that's why I'm especially annoyed at some changes they made like with Carl. I never liked Shane tho so I'm good with that hahaha.

Wilford is a fucking psychopath but that makes him such a great villain. I hate him with every fiber in my body lmao.

#ask #this is such a short answer to your long ask I'm sorry hahaha

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jay-and-dean · 3 years

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Yet another thing to celebrate

Dean x reader

Summary (I used the requester’s words) : Reader’s birthday is on Christmas Eve, which generally sucks because everyone is either skint or celebrating Christmas.

Warnings : Fluffy fluff with a little fluff whipped cream on top. Very implied smut.

Wordcount : 3.6k

Note : This is my fic for @girl-next-door-writes Secret Santa (I reaaally hope you like it lovely, merry Christmas and happy birthday) hosted by @negans-lucille-tblr on @spnsecretsantaficexchange.

I also made my participation to the amazing @acklesterritory‘s celebration challenge, in the fic, my prompt was “I saw that, you just checked me out”, it’s bold in the fic.

The song refered to is She’s always a woman, by Billie Joel.

The text dividers are from the great @firefly-graphics

Jay’s Masterlist

Christmas…

Before you even open your eyes, you sigh, grabbing the soft pillow in your fist and nuzzling on its softness in a sleepy grunt.

You don’t hate this day, but it often makes you a little sad despite your will to enjoy it fully. It is your birthday. December 24, the busiest day in the country, damn, in the whole West. And even if you are not the kind to want the full attention on you, to be spoiled or anything, you just wish sometimes that, for once, you could have a proper birthday.

When you were a teen, you more than once even dared dreaming of a party you could throw, but Christmas is about family and basically about everyone. Not you.

You dream of a little birthday party with friends, some drinks, music, maybe dancing a little... But it would be impossible unless you do it way before or way after, and it wouldn't really be the same...

This year is different though.

This winter, even if the celebration of your birth was totally forgotten, you don’t need anything more than what you have now. And what you have is Dean Winchester. Nothing is more important than that, nothing can make you happier.

In fact, nothing can really make you feel any other way than blessed after this summer. After Dean kissed you on that hunt, after you two had sex in the Impala on your way home ; after later he asked you to stay in his bed for the night that other evening you both ended up naked. And finally, after he asked you to stay in his room for good a few weeks later, and started calling you his girlfriend.

You smile thinking of waking up next to him and move your feet to find his behind you. But when you don’t, you turn and rub your eyes before opening them.

Empty. Your shared bed is empty.

“Dean ?” is the first word you say, but the room stays cruelly silent.

Of course… It’s Christmas. He must be busy, like everyone is always on that day… The sting on your heart comes back... You have woken up with the man you love every single morning for the last few months, but not today.

That is how lame your birthday can be.

After staying in bed almost one hour, trying to shake that blues off by thinking of how blessed you are, you finally are about to get up and face that stolen day, but the door opens slowly.

You close your eyes, not really knowing why, maybe just to avoid having to find an explanation for not getting up before if you were awake. The bed moves under Dean’s weight as he crawls on it slowly but you don’t move, even when he clumsily crushes your arm a little while hovering you.

“Happy birthday Baby” he whispers with his coffee breath close to your face. “Have you decided to skip today ? It’s almost noon.”

“Mh…” you hum, lifting your arms to reach his neck, desperate to feel his skin. “Thank you.”

You hesitate a second, wanting to ask him why he got up without you today, why he didn’t wake you with kisses and sweet words like he often does, but you don’t say anything, grateful enough that he got tired of you not being with him and came to get you.

He lets a part of his weight fall on you, making you huff and laugh softly. His scruff scratches your shoulder, the rough fabric of his jeans is uncomfortable and his belt is digging to your hip but you wouldn't change a thing.

Your hand goes to his neck and massages it softly, he hums, and you feel his body softly relax. You always know just how to calm him, how to make him fall back asleep after a nightmare, how to make his muscles calm after the roughest hunts. But after less than a minute, he grunts, sitting up.

"No, no" he shakes his head. "You're not making me skip that day with you ! Get up Baby."

He grabs your shoulders and playfully shake them, not realizing that even his kidding strength is huge.

"Geeet uuuup" he chuckles when your whole body is shaken and your laugh sounds funny because of it.

The warm water runs along your hair and down your spine, and a soft steam fills the bathroom. For sure, that was a great late breakfast, with pancakes Dean had made for you, and his little stolen kisses.

He is really making this day better.

Maybe you can forget about your birthday now, and just enjoy Christmas like a normal person. You are loved, and you are happy, you don't need anything else.

Washing your hair, you smile thinking of the tree the boys have bought, so big that they struggled to carry it up the stairs. You chuckle at thinking of Dean grumbling about the thorns covering Baby's seats. They even bought bags mysterious decorations and fairy lights they never let you see. The library now smells like Christmas tree.

We're celebrating this year, Dean said. And in the years you have known the Winchesters, you indeed never saw them put so much effort in a holiday.

A lot of things keep surprising you.

Sam once told you that his brother had changed a lot since he was with you, making you worry more than anything else. You never wanted Dean to change, you love Dean just the way he is... Then you understood what Sammy was saying...

You understood in the little things. Like Dean's new love for late mornings in bed, like him drinking a little less, being a little less reckless during hunts, humming in the shower, letting go more in bed, allowing himself to give up the constant control he has on himself... And in his will to celebrate Christmas. Dean is not different, he is just happier.

Your eyes get a little wet with joy at the thought while your rub your body with the delicious smelling foam.

Forget your birthday, if Dean's happiness demands this day to be the Christmas he didn't have as a kid, the Christmas he is finally allowing himself to want, then you are honored to help him make it perfect.

You step out of the shower and your eyes meet the big mirror. In the middle of it, written with a big finger on the thick steam : "I love you Y/n".

Your choice is made : This will be Christmas. This will be anything to make that man as lucky as you are.

"How can I help ?" you say, entering the kitchen where Dean is apparently trying to make cookies, wearing this apron he only puts on for great occasions.

"I'm making cookies men like in Shrek" he says pointing to the not-so-bad gingerbread biscuits he already cooked with his finger covered in dough.

You come behind him and wrap your arms around his middle, forehead on his back, just feeling his breathing for a second. Dean doesn't stop what he is doing because he is used to you tenderly and randomly holding him, his clean fingers only come to gently caress your arm for a second before he shapes another cookie, chuckling when he adds a tiny penis to the little guy.

"I love you too" you murmur, nose grazing his back to bath in his smell.

He hums.

"We will eat dinner pretty early, I hope you're hungry" he says, looking at his watch. "I want to enjoy some time with my girl after."

You smile, getting on your tiptoes to kiss the uncovered skin of his neck above the collar of his flannel. He wants a lazy evening, making love like you do, or maybe try a kinky thing ; what is sure is you will gladly give him what he wants.

Time goes by sweetly as you watch this deadly warrior check the turkey while his equally legendary warrior brother prepares another round of eggnog for the three of you. They move around like busy bees in the room and it's a perfect show.

You sit on the counter, talking about silly things, sometimes doing something to help, when your boyfriend lets you. You keep sipping from the sugary drink, and watching the beauty of Dean just be before your eyes. Unaware of how perfect he is in his every moves, he just works with his strong arms and skilled hands.

Your eyes linger a little along his thick thighs, and you bend your head to the side to enjoy the exquisite sight of the sensual curve of his butt.

"I saw that, you just checked me out" he says in a smile without even turning around.

"And ?" you let out in a chuckle. "What are you going to do about that ?"

At your surprise, he starts to rock his hips from right to left slowly in clumsy funny moves of his butt, like he wanted to sexy dance for you without stopping what he is doing, earning an eye roll from his brother when his hip hits him on his way.

Christmas is already perfect.

The table is beautiful. Different courses in pretty plates you didn't know the guys had filling it like you have only seen in the movies. There is way too much food for three people but you are so happy that your beloved Winchester can eat like they want for Christmas eve.

Everything is pretty, the giant messy tree has real bright decorations on it and there are even a few presents at its feet, wrapped messily in colorful papers.

But their most impressive work is the light in the room, changing the place completely. Almost none of the artificial lights of the bunker is on, and a subdued ambiance with fairy lights and candles make it look even more magical than it usually is.

"When did you find the time to do all that ?" you smile with unintended wetness in your enthralled eyes. "It looks... enchanted in here."

"You stayed in bed until noon" Dean says in a light chuckle, pulling a chair for you and putting a kiss on your cheek. "Merry Christmas baby."

"It's perfect, Deanie" you turn your head so his next kiss lands on the corner of your mouth. "Merry Christmas guys."

Sam sits, rubbing his hands at the sight of the turkey, and starts reminding his brother of an old memory of a past Christmas you listen with all your focus. Everything that can make you know more about their life always catches your full attention. You are, after all, their biggest fan.

The story is about a Christmas when Dean was a teen. He had spent the night between 23th and 24th December with a girl and was really late to come back to the motel. Sam thought maybe he wouldn't be back for diner, he had already taken the cereals out of the closet when Dean showed up carrying the whole cooked Turkey he had stolen from the girl's parents.

You look at your boyfriend with all the love in the world and bend to give him a kiss on the forearm while he cuts a piece of this not stolen meat for you.

"Her parents were dicks, and I couldn't let you starve, dad would have killed me" Dean chuckles, filling your plate.

But you know the story must be really different from just that, Dean never brags about how great he was with Sam.

You let out a little moan, tasting the food and Dean’s face is lit by a wide proud grin.

“It’s good ?” he asks before he even tastes, an excited hope in his eyes.

“Delischious” you answer with your mouth full, a hand before it.

And indeed, everything is perfect. Dean, as much as Sam can playfully denies it, is a great cook. He has no technique, no cooking education, but what he has is a real love for food and comfort, a great experience on mixing things and tasting that gives him a perfect intuition. And, above all, the strong selfless will of saying "I love you" with food like some people have.

Sitting on the floor next to the tree, you hold against you the red flannel Dean finally agreed to give you, and the books Sam bought for you. Your head is leaning lovingly on your lover's shoulder while he looks, exited, at the vinyl records he got, humming his favorite songs.

You crawl between his thighs and rest your back on his chest, your head back, temple grazing his scruff.

"Best Christmas ever" you smile, feeling his lips graze your cheek. "So what is the program of a Winchester Christmas after that ?"

You close your eyelid and take a deep breath of Dean's scent, expecting a sexy proposition.

"We're going somewhere" he smiles, and, when you open your eyes, you see Sam put on his coat.

"Now ?" you frown, a little confused. "Where ?"

Dean gets up, putting you on your feet with his strong arm, and takes his coat and yours from Sam's hands.

"I'm not telling you. Take your jacket and get in the car."

He is silent on the road despite all your questions.

You listen to the car's purring and look outside to try to guess where they are taking you. The white snow covers the sides of the road with a very thin and delicate layer, the headlights are hit with little swirling snowflakes, and no clue betrays their surprise.

Sam is smiling, looking out the window. You know they have been planning something, and you know you will love it. Maybe they will show you a place they used to go when they were kids, maybe take you to a special place where you can see the stars so clearly, like this time last summer.

"Come on Dean" you say, kneeling on Baby's back seat to wrap your arms around him from behind, going down a little to feel his firm chest though his shirt under your palms. "Tell me."

"You can't wait just five minutes" he tries to grunt, but it sounds more like a chuckle.

You fall silent, not letting go of him, holding him like the precious treasure he is, occasionally smelling his hair, kissing his shoulder and tracing the contours of his ear. You just can't stop touching him, and since that talk you had after sex once, you know how much he loves it.

"Aw" Sam mocks you like he often does. "You two are so cute."

"Fuck yeah we are" Dean groans, turning right to a one way road.

"You know Christmas is already perfect" you smile. "You don't have to surprise me again."

"Yeah, I know" he says, parking in front of a bar. "But, it's not only Christmas today."

You look around, confused. The guys open the door, letting the freezing cold enter the Impala, and get out in a perfect sync. You follow them, lifting your eyes to the colorful neon lights reflecting in the snowy night. Around on the parking lot, more cars than you would have expected are parked, and you wonder who would spend Christmas eve in a bar like this one.

But before you can wonder why they would have taken you there, to this bar you never heard off, your boyfriend's hand wraps around your waist and he guides you inside, pushing the heavy doors.

The first thing that hits you is the perfect warmth of the inside. The temperature is perfect but not only : the music is smooth like honey, it's this kind of blues that is paradoxically happy and comforting, it smells like wood and whiskey ; and above all, here too, there is something about the light that feels like a hug.

The second thing that hits you is the welcoming familiar face of Garth smiling to you.

"Garth ?" you frown and feel Dean's lips graze your ear. "Happy birthday Baby."

He lets go of you to walk to the people there at the bar, arms open to greet them, letting you stunned.

You are recognizing all you friends there, still in their Christmas clothes, walking to you to hug you and bring you drinks and for a few seconds, your body just stays still.

No one is missing, not one person. And, even if you don't have hundreds of friends since you joined the hunter life, you have never seen a room so full of love.

"Let me take your coat" Jody says, seeing you froze to the spot.

"I... You're here for me ? Th-they planned all that ?" you stammer with some watery emotions filling your eyes.

"Dean did" Jody smiles. "We followed."

You're sipping from that delicious drink the bartender made according to your tastes, unable to take that smile off of your face. Donna, a little tipsy in her pretty outfit, is telling sexy jokes with a full dimpled smile, making Sam chuckle and Charlie high-five her, spilling a little of her drink on you.

From the corner of your eye, you look at him.

He is bending on the pool table with a smirk, his beer next to him. From here, you can't hear what he is saying to the other players, but it seems a little cocky. After only a few seconds staring at him, it's like he felt it and he looks up, giving you the cutest wink.

And you blush. Because even after all you have lived together, even after the kinky experiences, the intimate moments, after seeing him cry, yell, suffer or come... A wink is still enough to turn you to a blushing mess.

All evening, he has been keeping his distance just a little. Not avoiding you at all but not clinging to you, to let you enjoy your friends, to let you have the full experience of a birthday party like you dreamed of since you were a teen.

A birthday with loud silly discussions, a lot of drinks, inventing silly tipsy games with your best friends, trading your clothes in the bathroom, catching up as much as dancing with each other... And you never felt loved that much.

Dean's love is the sun in the middle of your world, but now you can also see the stars, and it is probably the best night of your life so far.

He managed to do something you never could for years and all your friends agreed with his crazy plan. They all had an early Christmas diner to be able to drive here, offer you too many drinks and be there for you. They all made it about you and you're both incredibly grateful and emotional. And since most of them will come sleep at the bunker -and eat all the leftovers with you tomorrow- you don't have to care about the time.

Suddenly, a music note catches your ear.

You know that note by heart. It is the first note of your favorite love song, it is the firsts notes of what Dean hums in your ear sometimes when he holds you after making love to you, pushing your hair on the side to see your sweaty bliss face.

You turn you head and meet green eyes, closer than you expected.

"Hey" he says, taking your hand.

"Hey" you smile.

He tugs gently at your arm, pulling you away from the bar to wrap his arms around your waist.

You have missed him. Of course he was here, but after everything he has done for you, you really have missed holding him, smelling his skin and kissing his lips.

He starts to sway his hips really slightly, humming the love words of the song, and you throw your arms around his neck, looking up at his perfect face.

"She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes..." he whispers the lyrics, fingers grazing the skin of your neck.

And for the hundredth time today, your eyes fill with happy tears while his fingertips go down on your back to hold your waist again.

"Are you having fun ?" he asks low, one hand stroking your lower back tenderly, thumb pushing your shirt up discreetly to feel your skin.

"It's the best night of my life" you give him your most sincere smile. "Dean... You are really incredible, you know that ?"

"Yeah" he nods, hiding his shyness in a kiss on your lips.

"I really was ready to chose Christmas, you know ?" you state, swaying your hips slowly with him, forgetting the rest of the world in your bubble of love.

His plumb lips gently raise on the corner, and he lets go of you to search his pocket.

"I didn't have to choose between hunter life and happy life thanks to you, so I'll make sure you never have to choose between your birthday and Christmas" he murmurs in your ear, before kissing your temple.

His hand reach yours and he opens it to put a little thing on your palm.

"What do you say we had yet another thing to celebrate on that day ?" his breath tickles your neck and you look down to your hand, discovering a little golden ring with a tiny blue stone in the middle of your shaking palm.

"Dean ?"

"Marry me Baby ?"

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years

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Entrapment

Part 14: This Is How I Learn to Say No

Negan Smith x Reader

Shane Walsh x Reader

Summary: Stuck in an unhappy marriage, Y/n finds herself drawn to the attentive and charming health teacher/baseball coach she meets at work. There's only one thing standing in the way, her husband's volatile temper.Y/n had long thought what she lacked in her life was love and acceptance, but her choice in partner would suggest something much darker.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Verbal Abuse Mentions of verbal and mental abuse

He said he was excited to have a baby with you. You didn't have the results yet, but that simple statement gave you hope. You arrived at your aunt's with that hope in your heart and your mom's pasta salad in hand.

"Are you ready?" You asked as your mom opened the door.

Negan nodded solemnly.

You, Negan, and your sister followed her into the house.

"Hey! Y/n is here!" You heard your cousin say.

Your face broke into a grin as you hugged the first of many extended family members.

As you made your way through the house you introduced Negan. You got mixed reactions, but they did their best to be polite and welcoming.

Being within the familiar environment again was nice. You had missed the laughter and the conversations. You were pleased to see Negan could hold his own and wasn't glued to your side like Shane had been. He was being himself and though he got a few surprised looks the first few times he cussed, your family soon realized this was the way he always spoke and relaxed.

You watched on as he shared stories about his experiences. If their laughter was any indication Your uncles and some of your cousins liked him. They even shared some of their own stories.

"You were always a weird one." One of your aunts commented as you served Negan a plate.

"Oh, uhm, Thanks I guess?" You replied and quickly grabbed a fork and napkin. You hurried away in case she decided to elaborate.

You walked up to the group of men, now sitting in your aunt's backyard around a patio table, and set the plate down in front of Negan.

He gave you a curious look as you placed his napkin and fork down, but "Thanks, Doll." was all he said.

You caught Negan giving you the same strange look late that night as you got ready for bed.

"What's wrong?" You asked as you hoisted yourself onto the tall bed.

He looked down at his hands.

"You didn't have to serve me, Doll. I would have gone and done it myself eventually." He told you.

"You didn't want me to serve you?" You took in the conflicted expression on his handsome features.

"It's just that you've never done it before."

"I have. I do it when we make dinner at home."

He frowned.

"That is different."

"Okay, so, you don't want me serving you food in front of other people then?"

The corner of his lip quirked.

"No, no. It's not..."

You pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder.

"Are you afraid it made you look like an asshole? Because it didn't. My aunt's do that sort of thing all the time."

He turned and looked at you.

"I want to make sure you know I don't expect that from you."

You gave him a small smile.

"I know you don't."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because I love you and I wanted to take care of you."

His tawny eyes filled with emotion.

"I'll never get tired of hearing you say you love me."

His body curled around yours. You snuggled into his embrace as he placed a series of kisses along your neck and chest.

*************

"What can I do for ya?" The burley man in front of Shane wasn't the type who worried over official anything. He was more the gun toting anti government type. The perfect type.

"That old tahoe there, how much do you want for it?"

"I'm askin for five." He said with a tone that implied he thought himself quite astute.

"Sold." Shane drawled.

He exchanged five thousand in cash for the keys to the old giant. The forest green paint was sun eaten and the lining at the inner roof was peeling, but Shane grinned like he was hitching the 'vette of his dreams to the back of his truck. He whistled tunelessly as he pulled on to the street.

***************

"Why did you bring him here?" Your dad demanded.

You had finished your first interview around the time your dad usually had lunch. Surprising him at work had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, that you were getting yelled at while you stared bleakly down at the take out you had brought, you saw what a terrible idea it had been.

"I love-"

"You're a married woman, Y/n! What were you thinking bringing your lover to meet your family?"

You blinked to try to clear your blurry vision. You were scared. It was like a scene straight out of your childhood.

The look of disgust he leveled at you brought back echoes of the self hatred and shame you carried with you even back then.

"Do you have so little respect for us? Do you have so little respect for yourself?"

You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing.

"You are going to end it.You are going to go back there and apologize to your husband. If he'll take you back and that is a big if, then you will go back home where you belong. Maybe then I will be able to look at you without feeling so ashamed."

Something in you craved his approval.

Something in you was trying to convince you to reply 'Yes, Sir." and go and do exactly what he had asked of you. But you weren't the same person you had been the last time he pushed you around. You were a grown woman and you were going to be a mother and you would be damned if you were going to let him bully you into ruining your baby's life by giving it a father like Shane. So instead of giving in you took a steadying breath.

"It's unfortunate that you think so much more highly of Shane than you do of me." You stood and looked him in the eye.

"I don't know if it's because he's a man or because the two of you get the same kind of sick joy out of demeaning the women in your lives, but what I do know is that I am done letting you talk down to me."

"Excuse me?"

"No, I won't. Not any more." You decided.

You picked up your purse and car keys and left him standing there.

**********

Two weeks after you got home, Negan received a call for a second interview that would be via zoom. You were ecstatic.

"I knew good things were comin'. I could feel it." He beamed brightly at you.

He tugged gently at your hips from his spot on the sofa.

"I have things to do." You admonished, but you couldn't stop smiling.

"Those things will still be there later. Come here." He grabbed at the loose fabric of your skirt.

You gave in and let him pull you onto his lap.

"We did it, Doll. We are gettin' out of here." His kiss was filled with the excitement of a victory. He nipped at your lip.

"But I haven't gotten a call back. How will we afford the rent when-"

"Not a problem. We'll rent this place out. There will be other opportunities out there for you." He insisted jovially.

"Wow you really have this all thought out, huh?"

He covered your cheek in kisses. He was as ready to leave as you were. Though your dad had been less than accepting, you weren't worried. You had plenty of family who was supportive of you and would love your child anyway. You were looking forward to going back home to stay. The semester would be over in a month. The time was coming to pack up your belongings and so you began to plan and prepare for the move.

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fuckingfuckityfuck · 3 years

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Professor

A/N : I will never ever forget this gif.It lives on my mind rent free so I decided to write something about it.My first ever complete smut so forgive me if there are a couple of mistakes.Practice makes perfect.

Warning/s : S M U T

Pairing : Professor Negan x reader

You are running late to your first class of the day get.You wished you had waken up at least 10 minutes earlier so you could've taken a bath.But the odds aren't in your favor today.Of all the days you could be late,why does it had to be today?

Professor Negan isn't someone to toy with.Especially with how serious he takes his class.That is why he's your favorite of them all.Being hot and attractive as hell is just a bonus for you.

You cursed and cursed as you stumble through a crowd of students.God,you wished that time would pause and let you breathe for a moment.Your knees still feel weak even after having a good night sleep.

A few students came out of the bathroom and you hastily come inside.Putting your bag beside the sink,you look at yourself at the mirror.Despite trying to brush your hair earlier while walking,it looked like a bird's nest.It was everywhere.Your cheeks are red from the adrenaline rush.In short,you looked like someone who just had sex.

You grabbed your make-up pouch and applied a thin layer of make-up,trying to look decent and not just some whore who got her brains fucked last night.

You wanted to impress him.You sure did got his attention when you raised your hand and volunteered to do the presentation.But here you are,already 5 minutes late to his class.With one last look,you looked pretty good.You just hoped that the skirt would do the trick.

You knocked twice,trying to be polite and not wanting to embarrass yourself more by just stepping in.You heard shuffling inside and the door is immediately opened.

Kyla,your best friend,was already looking at you with a confused look.You were never late.And then you saw him by his desk,with a hand on his hip.His hair was neatly combed back,his white shirt hugging his physique so well.Geez,you wanted to pounce on him.

"Rule number one we discussed on our first day was to never ever be late on my class.But you,Miss Y/LN,is breaking that number one rule." He said while pointing his finger at you.You looked down and prayed that this day go fast.

"You happily volunteered for this presentation,and now you're *checks his watch* 15 minutes late?Care to explain why?" He asked.

You looked up and saw his eyes dance with humor and his oh so famous cocky smirk.It made you weak.You can't just tell everyone that you were fucked to your limits last night,you just can't.So you had to make a relevant excuse.

"I was up all night reviewing and studying for the presentation,sir,i swear" You explained and pleaded.

"Why don't you prep your things and everyone will finish their quiz?You'll take yours after this class." He said and before you could even reply,he was already walking towards his desk.

"God,you are such a mighty fine sight of a woman" He said while looking over your choice of clothing.

You smirked and opened your legs toward your laptop camera,wearing nothing but a red baby doll corset and a matching thong with a suspender belt.You knew you looked good.

"All for you,daddy.I'm your good little girl" You said seductively.

He growled and you saw his hands open the zipper of his pants.

"Fuck yes,doll.You're all mine." He said and went to his hands up and down on his gorgeous length.Suddenly,your throat went dry by the sight of it.A huge girth glistening with a precum,you wanted to lick him dry right there and then.

You grabbed your pink rotating rabbit vibrator and turned it on.Fixing your eyes on him as you put it against your clit,you felt yourself moaning at the delicious vibration on your skin,sending goosebumps all over your body.

"That's my good fucking girl,putting a show for me.Now tell me,how much do you want my big fat cock,doll" He asked and watched you play with yourself.

You closed your eyes at the thought of him fucking you merciless under him,his hands pulling your hair,his lips on your neck.You wanted to feel him stretching you out.You wanted him so bad.

"I want you to fuck me til I'm sore,daddy,I want to feel your cock deep inside me" You moaned out,feeling yourself getting near to the edge.

"And i will,doll.I will take my time savoring every inch of your body.Especially that tight young pussy of yours,I will fucking take my time eating you out with my tongue."

"y-yes daddy I want you to make me cum" you moaned.

"Open your damn eyes and look me in the eye.I want to see you cum" he said and you opened your eyes.You switched the mode of vibration to the maximum.

Your knees are shaking,you can feel yourself tighten inside.You stopped yourself from closing your eyes.

You were both looking at each other.Taking in his every movement,you saw his cock pulsate against his hand and a white streak of cum came out.

"Now,be a good girl and let daddy see you cum" he whispered and you came.

You moaned out his name as you felt yourself shake from your release.

"God,you look so beautiful" He said over the laptop camera.

You rolled your eyes and waved him goodbye.

"Yeah,sure,I look like a pimp,Negan" You said and grab your towel to clean yourself.

"You're my dirty pimp.I wanted to punish you earlier for being late but I saw that tight little skirt."

You laughed.The skirt did worked.

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twdmusicboxmystery · 2 years

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D's red on white armor is the reverse of L3ah's white on red mask, for what it's worth, but she looks totally like a female S1 D@ryl in that last scene. I wonder if she's meant to be what he might have become without R1ck, as in the road not taken?

Interesting idea! I like it. I'm not a huge fan of the "road not taken" idea. Don't get me wrong, I can totally get behind the general idea of stuff. But I was never a fan of them saying that if we'd followed Negan from the beginning instead of Rick, he would be the good guy. It's kind of in the same vein, and I disagree with that idea.

While Rick definitely made some questionable moral decisions over the years, he never beat anyone's head in with a bat because they wouldn't bow down and worship him. I don't see many people getting behind that kind of behavior.

And I totally get that they said that about Negan because they were always planning his redemption arc and wanted viewers to be open minded to it. Fair enough.

But more to my point, to say that if not for only one person, this character would have turned out good or would have turned out evil, takes away the character's freedom of choice, and I think that's key here.

If you're right (and I really think you may be) then Daryl was Leah's Rick: the person who could have helped her become a hero instead of a villain. And Daryl gave Leah every chance to make the right choice. He tried really hard to "save" her, and she still chose betrayal and murder. So, I'm not disagreeing. Just getting on my soap box about how she already had her chance and squandered it. ;D

And in this past episode, we saw her very brutally murder one of the CW soldiers while the woman screamed for mercy. Leah is on a very dark path and I don't really see her coming back from it.

But I really like the idea of the inversion between her and Daryl of white and red. Just another way to show that they're on opposite paths now and will probably never be friendly again.

Great insight! Xoxo! 🍀😋

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 4 years

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Negan x Reader Imagine (Request)

can you do a negan imagine where the reader is one of his wives and gets pregnant and when she tells negan, he gets angry and tells her to get an abortion. But the reader wants to keep the baby and leaves the sanctuary in the middle of the night. Later negan regrets what he said and tries to go to apologize and finds out that she left. then (about 10 months) after negan meets the reader and the baby when he comes to Alexandria.

Warning: Some strong language.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you stared blankly at the wall. And as you glanced down at your shaky hands, you thought your heart might even explode. How would you tell him? How would you tell him you were pregnant? You continued to listen to your heart thumping against your chest as you decided what to do. You were one of his wives. You didn't want to screw that up. But the news of a baby would certainly screw your agreement up. He wouldn't want you anymore. And as twisted as it was, you wanted him to want you. But after a few more minutes of debating things in your head, you found yourself heading towards his room to tell him the news.

"What the fuck did you just say?!"

You watched as his face twisted in anger. "I-I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant! You're fucking pregnant! Tell me you're getting rid of it!"

That was when you realised; you hadn't actually decided if you were keeping it yet. You weren't even sure if you wanted a child. You were dragged away from your thoughts when you heard Negan's loud voice again. "Well?!"

"I-I'm keeping it." You hadn't even had time to think it over, yet you found yourself giving him an answer anyway. And as you blurted out those dreaded words, you finally realised that you did want a child, even if it meant sacrificing your life with Negan.

"I don't think so. I'm taking you to the doctor. You're getting rid of the damn thing." He growled, roughly wrapping his fingers around your wrist.

"No! I want to keep it. It's my kid, and I choose to keep it." You quickly jerked your hand away from his grasp and made your way over to the door.

"Well if you keep it, you can't be my wife anymore. You understand that right?"

"Yeah, I understand just fine." You spat, hurrying out of the room, making sure to slam the door behind you. You knew he wouldn't like the idea that you were pregnant, but you would've never imagined that he would be so quick to decide to get rid of it. He disgusted you. And you didn't want to continue living under the same roof as someone as spiteful as him.

Later that night, you decided to pack up your things. You couldn't stay here in The Sanctuary anymore. This was no place to raise a child, especially if the kid's father ran the place. Once you were all packed up, you proceeded to sneak out of The Sanctuary. There were people on watch so you had to make sure you weren't spotted. Negan might not have cared for you, but he'd be furious if he caught you leaving in the middle of the night. Besides, he still owned you, didn't he?

***

[10 months later]

"Look, (y/n). I have to let him in. He's threatening to kill people." You stared up at Rick, who was standing awkwardly in your doorway. A couple months back, you'd found a group of people who brought you to this place. Alexandria. And now Negan was here. And much to your dismay, he'd spotted you on his little tour around the place. And now, he was insisting that you sit down and speak to him, after leaving so suddenly all those months ago. You let out a heavy sigh. “Fine.”

Within seconds, Negan was already strolling into the room. “I tried to apologise ya know.”

“What?”

“The night you left. I went to your room to apologise, but you weren’t there.”

“I had to leave, Negan.”

He just began slowly walking around the room, a small grin appearing on his face. “So did you keep it?”

“Him. And yeah, I kept him.”

All of a sudden, you noticed his eyes light up slightly. “It’s a boy?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I see him?”

“Are you serious right now?”

He just nodded. “Yeah. Now that I know you’re both alive, I gotta see my kid.”

“Wow, you’re such an asshole.”

“Oh come on. It’s my kid too.”

“Well the last time we spoke, you wanted me to get rid of him. So I’m sorry if I don’t trust you to be near him.” As you watched him pace around the room, it was clear that he obviously wanted to meet his son. But you couldn’t stand the thought of Negan even being in the same room as your child. Negan was toxic, and you didn’t want your child anywhere near the trail of destruction that was hemorrhaging in his wake.

“Please, (y/n). You gotta let me see him. I’m sorry, okay?”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

He sighed. “You don’t. But do you really think I’d hurt my own kid?”

“I’m not worried you’re gonna hurt him.”

“Then why can’t I see him?”

“Because I’m worried you’re gonna want him.”

A quiet laugh fell from his lips as he spoke. “Why’s that a bad thing?”

“Because I don’t want my child anywhere near you. All you do is cause pain.”

“Oh come on. Stop being a little bitch and let me see my damn kid!”

As you stared up at him, memories from the night you left came flooding back. And in this moment, all you wanted to do was hate him. You wanted to yell and scream after all the hurt he’d caused you in the past. But you couldn’t. You’d always cared for Negan, but you could never bring yourself to accept your feelings. And now, you were forced to confront your feelings for him, as he was standing before you, asking to see your child. His child. There was a permanent connection between the two of you now, and there was no way of erasing it. You had no choice but to allow him to meet his son. “Fine! You can see him. But don’t you dare try anything, or I swear to god I will end you.”

He laughed. “Okay, Mommy.”

“Just shut up.”

You led Negan into the neighbouring room, and the second he spotted the crib in the corner, he smiled slightly. He was clearly pleased to see his son, but you were still wary. “So this is him huh?” He smiled, staring into the small structure.

“Yeah. Now get out.”

“What?”

“You’ve seen him. Now leave.”

“What’s his name?”

“Why do you care? It’s not like you’re ever gonna see him again.”

“You think I’m just gonna abandon my kid?”

“We don’t need you, Negan.”

He turned to face you, a small grin playing at his lips. “Can I at least hold him?”

“Fine, but then you’re gone.”

He smirked. “Okay.”

You stepped back slightly, as Negan carefully lifted him out of the crib. At first, you were cautious, and with good reason. But the longer you watched him staring into his son’s eyes, you felt yourself warming to the idea of Negan becoming a father. You’d never really seen this side of him before, and it was nice to see him so gentle and tender. Maybe there was a chance Negan could remain a part of your life after all.

Hope this is okay. ✌️

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