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Can I request a Christmas letter from Negan where they've welcomed a new baby girl my pronouns are she/and her

Doll,

I’m sitting here wondering if a man can die from too much. Too much beauty, too much happiness, too much love, ‘cuz 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 that’s 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 didn’t believe in myself, who would keep me grounded, love me when I couldn’t 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, they’d think I’m a fucking creep, sittin’ here watching you both sleep. But how could I not? If I close my eyes you both might disappear. I can’t fucking take that chance sweetheart. So I’ll keep on staring at you two. No piece of art could ever compare.

So Merry Christmas my loves, I can’t give you much, but what I can do is make you feel safe, loved and adored.

My love and devotion always

Negan

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CUTEST HEAD BOP OF ALL TIME NEGAN AND JUDITH

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Me introducing myself like hi I romanticise everything, overthink way too much, live 85% of my life in my head and still can’t believe I’m a Real Person

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Puddles

@flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash here is my entry!💗🥰 Fake wedding date Negan and Puddles!🥰 Hope you guys enjoy!

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You were devastated. The three and a half year long relationship you had been in just blew up in your face. Not only did you come home to find your fiancé in bed with another woman, you also found out she was pregnant. And it was his. You rubbed your face, sitting at the bar for the third night in a row. You weren’t really a drinker, but it seemed like the right place to go considering the circumstances.

A man walked in and even though you just had your heart broken, you couldn’t help but feel like it was made a little better just by the sight of him. Your eyes followed him as he sauntered up to the bar, ordering a glass of bourbon. He wore a leather jacket and grey pants, a red scarf in stark contrast to the white T-shirt that clung to him. He seemed to feel your gaze on him and he turned, catching you gawking at him. The cocky bastard simply smirked and winked at you and turned back to his drink. You huffed, turning back to yours and muttering about all guys being exactly the same.

“Now, I don’t know about that, doll,” a low, husky voice came from beside you. You looked up, startled, to see the man now standing next to you. “Now, you gonna tell me your name or am I gonna have to buy you a stronger drink for that?”

Before you knew it, you’d learned that the man’s name was Negan and he was now your fake date for your cousins wedding that was coming up. Your entire family was going to be there and expected you to come with your now ex-boyfriend. You had dated for three and a half years but you’d never gotten to introduce him. Negan stood up, smirking.

“I’ll see you this weekend, doll.”

You nearly blinked and he was gone. You stood up and started walking home. Your phone rang and it was your ex.

“You left some of your shit at my house. I need it gone by next week.” Anger bubbled inside of you as you heard him speak. As if you were the one who had done something wrong. You hung up and walked quickly through the streets. It was now raining harder than it had in quite some time and it was quickly creating puddles in the road. You stopped briefly as you came to a big one. You’d simply have to walk through it. The thought crossed your mind that you wished your ex had been the type to pick you up and carry you over puddles. But men like that simply didn’t exist and you’d have to move on. You got home finally and sleep came easily.

The next few days were rough. Not only did you have your breakup hanging over your head, which still upset you, but all you could think about was Negan. Did you really want to make him pretend to be your boyfriend? Hell yes you did. But what scared you was that the thought of having to lose him as a boyfriend, real or fake, made you even more sad than the real one you lost.

This wasn’t good.

The day of the wedding arrived and you were dressed and ready to go. A deep emerald green sequin dress clung to your body and complemented your skin tone. Red lipstick lined your lips and your hair fell perfectly around your face. The doorbell rang and you grabbed your clutch purse and opened it.

Negan stood there in a grey suit and he looked to be the epitome of perfection as he stared down at you. He let out a low whistle as he took you in.

“Damn, doll. If I had known you could clean up this nice, I’d have gotten you to tell the fam you’d chucked the faggot of an ex you had and you’d eloped with me.”

You blushed a deep red, letting out a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on. And thanks again for doing all of this.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, opening your door for you. Hot, /and/ a gentleman.

The wedding went perfectly and everyone bought the story you told them about Negan being your boyfriend for the last 3 years. He even covered up nicely when the two of you were asked questions neither of you had anticipated. The two of you decided to call it a night and head back to the car.

It had started to rain a couple of hours ago, which is a sign of good luck on a wedding day, but you frowned as it soaked your hair and made you freezing cold. You grimaced as your heels sunk into the ground and your feet got wet from the puddles.

Next thing you knew, you were being lifted from the ground, carried bridal style by none other than Negan himself. You were stunned for a minute before looking up at him.

“What?” He asked. “Couldn’t let a pretty lady like yourself walk through the puddles like that. Wouldn’t be a gentleman if I did.” He shot you a smirk and placed you into the car.

“Thank you…” you said, still surprised.

“That, and I didn’t want mud all over my damn car.” And with that, he shut the door. You chuckled to yourself. He was something else. And you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you’d be going out with him.

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan is so cool

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Happy holidays, everyone! 

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I HAVE WAITED ALL YEAR TO POST THIS

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3x08 - A Very Supernatural Christmas 

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan photographed by Robert Hanashiro for “USA Today” - (October 2016)

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Negan + taunting Rick

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#That smile

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I absolutely adore his laugh <3

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Homemade camera rig takes stunning close-up pictures of snowflakes

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