Hi, can i have a Christmas letter from Negan? My name's Hope. It would mean the world to me, thanks. š Happy Holidays!
My sweet Hope,
Iām sorry about yesterday, you caught me at a shitty time. I didnāt mean to get angry at you, thatās all on me doll, itās nothing you did. Itās just Christmas, Iā¦I havenāt celebrated since before the shit hit the fucking fan. And well, I had no reason to. So when you suggested we try to decorate, maybe get a tree, it just upset me. I know I was wrong.
Before you, I had no reason to celebrate anything, Jesus, surviving another day was a cause to celebrate, nothing else. Happiness quickly became a foreign concept to me. And I guess itās kinda hard to teach an old fucking dog like myself new tricks.
But teach me you have, and that is why when you wake up we are going out to get that goddamn tree. We are going to scour this fucking damn Sanctuary to find the most colorful, gaudy trinkets to decorate. Iāve already got the kitchen staff cooking up a fucking storm. My girl is gonna have Christmas.
And when the weather starts to warm up again, Iām taking you to the mountains and beach. Anywhere you want to go, love, the sky, and the fucking apocalypse, is the limit. I want to spend time with just you, show you just how much you mean to me.
Itās you and me forever my little firecracker. Godammit, youāve got me whipped, but Iād have it no other way. š
Can I request a Christmas letter from Negan where they've welcomed a new baby girl my pronouns are she/and her
Doll,
Iām sitting here wondering if a man can die from too much. Too much beauty, too much happiness, too much love, ācuz goddamn it darling, you are killing me.
I never thought I would find this, find what we have. Especially now. I think none of us would be guilty of positive thinking, that the end of the rainbow, that fucking pot of gold, could be found after the end of the earth as we knew it. Death, despair, ugliness, loneliness thatās all there is, all we would find.
But this old bastard struck it rich, not only finding the most beautiful, intelligent, feistiest woman out there. A woman who would believe in me when I didnāt believe in myself, who would keep me grounded, love me when I couldnāt love. Who would make me whole again.
And now this, how could anything top you & me? Well, you did it sweetheart, you fucking did it. You gave me our precious daughter, she is perfect, so much like her mother. Tiny perfection wrapped in pink.
If anyone could see me right now, theyād think Iām a fucking creep, sittinā here watching you both sleep. But how could I not? If I close my eyes you both might disappear. I canāt fucking take that chance sweetheart. So Iāll keep on staring at you two. No piece of art could ever compare.
So Merry Christmas my loves, I canāt give you much, but what I can do is make you feel safe, loved and adored.
What a year this has been, a fucking whirlwind of fucking amazing proportions. Ups, downs, in betweens, but damn if I wouldnāt trade a thing. Except for possibly having more time alone with you my love.
Youāve turned everything around, blowing into my life like a fucking whirlwind, knocking me for a loop. You were everything I believed I didnāt want or need, quickly becoming exactly what I wanted, needed even. You fucking saved me.
Thereās nothing I could give you that would show how much you mean to me, I wonāt even attempt it. I hope the things I do do every day can show you.
I got you something, somethings,Ā on that last run I was fucking forced to go on, incompetent bozos. It aināt much but I think youāll appreciate them. Itās Christmas, and well, itās been a hot fucking minute since I had someone to give too. Okay, letās be honest here, itās been fucking ages since I had someone I wanted to give to. And you, my love, are definitely that someone.
I wanna do all that freakinā Christmas shit with you, decorating, trimming the tree, drinking hot cocoa, making out under the fucking mistletoe. Whatever else that might tickle your fancy, I might even give you a few suggestions. š
I love you Igor Vinicius, and fuck if I am not damn happy that you dropped into my literal lap.
Christmas letter from Negan please? š you can surprise me, just something fluffy or supportive in this hard ass time :-) my pronouns are she/her
Thank you for your request! šā¤ļø
Janine, my love,
Sitting here watching the snow fall and waiting for you to wake. I know you asked me to get you up when I did, but fuck doll, you look so fucking peaceful and peace is such a foreign concept these days, I just couldnāt. I know youāve been so fucking stressed I just needed to let you be.
I wish I could take all your stress away, I fucking do, we both know that is not possible. But I do know I can try to make it better, if even for a few fucking moments. Itās what you have done for me, every single day that you have been in my life.
So when you wake Iām taking you up on the roof. Yes, itās cold, yes, itās snowing, and yes youāll fucking complain. But weāll be all alone and itās so clean and fucking fresh, no smell of death, and fuck, doll, itās Christmas!
Iāve sent Simon down to the kitchen for some hot chocolate and some of those cookies the daycare kids baked (better not be any fuckinā snot rockets in āem, fucking kids š) heās bringinā them up to the roof when I radio him. If that cocoa doesnāt keep ya warm, you know I fucking will! š
I love you sweetheart, with all of my fucked up shriveled heart. I owe you, for everything you have brought to my life. I can never repay you. But what I can do is let you know every single day how special you are, just how beautiful you are. And how much I cherish you.
Hi!! can i have a letter from negan please?? my pronouns are they/them. I don't know what i necessarily want, but just fluffy?? idk i love this mannnnn
Hope you like this! š„°ā¤ļø
Sweetheart,
Iām sending this back with Dwighty Boy, sorry Iām not there with you, but this job has become a fuckity fucking clusterfuck that I canāt leave unattended. Or at least I canāt leave it with the group of overgrown useless fucking babies that I call my fucking Saviors. Iām pissed. I shouldnāt be here. I should fucking be at home with my love. But nooooo, because I have a bunch of fucking incompetent monkeys running the show Iām stuck doing shit myself.
But Iām here to promise you that I WILL be back by Christmas Eve, I know how much you want that. I want it too. I know Christmas doesnāt mean as much anymore, but from what I remember once upon a time it was more about being with the ones we love. And thatās you, my love, and only you.
I fucking swore to myself that I wouldnāt care for another fucking living thing, after, well, you know. I turned off all of my emotions, my feelings, yeah, life is much better when you donāt give a flying fuck. When someone gets bit, loses a limb, a head, who cares?! It was supposed to be just me looking out for number fucking one.
Until you came along, and look at me? Decorating the fucking Sanctuary like Santaās fucking village. Wrapping gifts with you. Hoping youāll like what I found for you. Jesus, baby, you reeled me in, hook, line and fuckity fucking sinker. But I wouldnāt have it any other way.
I'm so happy you are back! Missed your stuff so much! I would like to make a Negan request. My name is Star. I'm a she/her and If you could just make a traditional Christmas. With like decorating a tree or something because I've never got to do one. If you can't do it I completely understand. If it's between me or finishing someone else's please do the other persons. I hope you are feeling better and I wish you the best holiday wishes āŗļø
Thank you so much for the kind words and for this sweet request, I hope I did it justice!
My darlinā Star,
Not sure why Iām writing all this shit down, maybe because I want to always remember this, maybe ācause I canāt fucking believe I went through this. Or maybe itās because I need you to know how much it fucking meant to me.
I know Iām not an overtly loving guy, i hear what everyone says when they think I aināt fucking listening. I know. But I hope Iām showing you another side, I try baby, every fucking minute of every fucking day, to show you how much you mean to me,Ā how much I want you, need you. You are my life.
When you came to me with your Christmas wishlist as you called it, I laughed. Fuck doll, a fucking Christmas list? A Christmas tree? Itās the fucking end of the world and you want a Christmas tree?!Ā And thatās what my girl got. A fucking tree and all the crazy ass tinsel, garland and gaudy baubles that decorate it.
I loved watching you, smiling, laughing. Fucking makes me smile, something neither of us do much of anymore. I miss it, I miss everything from before. But you, love, you make it easier to forget a time before we fought the dead to stay alive.
So Iāve decided we are gonna celebrate every fuckity fucking holiday from here on out, Halloween, Valentines, Easter, Yankee Doodle Fucking Fourth, Fat Joeyās Birthday. Every fucking one. Figure if one makes you smile maybe they all will. Because that, is what you deserve, baby doll.
I know itās been a loooong time since I posted here and it honestly was very much needed. I was burnt out and wasnāt planning on coming back. For those of you that liked my content, I truly apologize for leaving.
Iād love to open my asks for the next month for some specific requests. Basically Iām going to be writing Holiday letters from Negan (if you would prefer a different Jeff character, send it in, I may be able to write it. No Jeff himself requests please)
Just send me an ask with the following info:
~Your preferred pronouns (if none is included I default to using āshe/herā)
~ Name (if you want it included)
~ Any other things you might want included.
These will be written in the order I receive them and they will be in letter form, so please no long elaborate requests, not sure I have it in me.
Thank you and I hope you all are doing well, I look forward to hearing from you! ā¤ļø
Just something I wrote a Motherās Day or two ago.
Happy Motherās Day to those who celebrate it. And much love to those who donāt for whatever reasons.
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Happy Motherās Day Sweetheart
Negan x Female Reader
Just a little something that came to me.
A bit of angst (hint at loss of child) and fluff
y/n = your name, y/e/c = your eye color
1000 words
I wasnāt sure it was a good idea, but I needed to do something. It wasnāt much, but with the times, and so few fucking resources, Iāll take what I can fucking get. I only hoped she wouldnāt hand me my fucking nuts on a platter.Ā