#negans bat lucille

[randomstuffnobodywillsee]

Heres NEGAN

I did it! Found my badly written notes and finished this bad boy

Lucille was a bitch to make...

#negan smith #Negans bat lucille #twd negan #the walking dead negan #Negan #Crochet #Craft #amigurumi #Crochet doll #Should i actually watch twd that has negan #I only watched first part when it first came out. #I have only seen him as negan in clips... #i loved him #jeffery dean morgan #JDM character #jdm #jdmorgan

[herarcadewasteland]

His Property

A/N: Thanks to @/ghostsinthecloset for the dialogue prompt that created this! Maybe I’ll write some more parts? 

Edit: I wrote a part :D  His Property... Part Two!

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“Kneel.”

“No. I’m not some... some weapon for you to command.”

“Not yet.”

You scoffed as you stood above the rest of your group, arms crossed in anger even though there was a dozen guns pointed at your head.

“You think you’re so special just because you’re standing, don’t you?”

The leather clad man scoffed and it prompted everyone around you who wasn’t at risk of dying to laugh at you. Your face turned red at the mockery, your boyfriend Daryl shaking his head at you as the bat that had just been used to kill one of you was pressed against your shoulder. 

“And you think you’re so special just because you’re a heartless piece of shit who uses a baseball bat, that he named to kill innocent people?”

Hesitant chuckles picked up in the crowd of Saviors, Negan shaking his head and taking a few steps back to signal his men.

“Get her down.”

You struggled against the men pushing you back down to your knees, your struggles proving fruitless as you ended up back on your knees with a firm few kicks to the back of your knees. 

“That’s more like it! Doesn’t it feel so much better to be back in the dirt where you belong?”

A short growl left you as you lunged forward, your leap cut short as you ran directly into the man who caused your group a boatload and a half of pain in the past few hours. 

“Well if you wanted to see me closer, all you had to do was ask, doll.”, the confident smirk on his face made you want to slap it off.

You wiggled in his grasp as he turned you to face your family, his rough fingertips gripping your chin as cool metal touched your throat. A collective look of concern washed over your groups faces again as they fully realized the situation. You had just angered the man killed two very important members of your group, your family, and now you had the chance to be next because you didn’t like Negan’s attitude. 

“Now, doll. I could kill you right here, in front of your friends and add one more to the kill list...or~”, he carried the ‘or’ out with a cocky smirk like he owned the world, “you can live! Wouldn’t that be peachy? But, you work for little old me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked to Daryl for some guidance, his head shaking minutely in dis-agreeance. He couldn’t lose you on top of Abraham and Glenn. Letting out a sigh, you look around at your family, Rick pleading you with his eyes to not just accept your death. Carl looked at you with grief, you were basically his best friend, sneaking him chocolate pudding and treats every once in a while. Everyone else held the same despair in their expressions, you were a strong member of their community, plus you had Daryl. Nothing better than that. You sighed and hung your head as much as you could with Negan’s fingers still gripping your chin.

“Okay...”, you said quietly, “I’ll go with you.”

Daryl, though expecting it, reacted immediately and jumped to pull you from Negans grasp, the knife held to your neck slicing it as you transferred holds. The both of you being pummeled to the ground by the man you remembered as Simon, Negan’s right hand man and second in command. Daryl landed on you, knocking the breath from you. You smacked his shoulder for landing on you but your moment of comedy was ruined milliseconds later as Daryl was dragged from your hold and you were pulled up and held tightly by Simon. 

“Hey! Let him go!”, you shouted at the men holding down your boyfriend as Simon ran his finger through the blood on your neck.

You hissed at the sting, struggling in yet another hold of a man that was not Daryl. Negan laughed and walked forward, Lucille swinging at his side. 

“This is an emotional moment, again, I get it. But that? Unacceptable. She is my property now, like the rest of you. It seems like you all need yet another reminder that I am the one in charge around here!”

Panic built up in the group again, he could kill Daryl, you or someone at random and no one could do anything about it. Again. 

“Simon. Hold her arm still, get her on the ground. Hold him still too. We don’t need more deaths here today.”, Negan barked out orders and they were followed swiftly.

You struggled against Simons ridiculous muscles as much as you could but ultimately ended up on your back, arm held out and still by Simons boot pressed against your elbow. Daryl was dragged closer “for a better view” and held still by three men. It made you proud to see it took three fully grown men to hold your man still but it also worried you because you knew he was hurt in the process of getting the group gathered. Snapping your gaze to Negan, you watched as he handed a bloody Lucille to the one called Dwight. The knife that was pressed against your throat now being swung in circles as Negan got on one knee beside your outstretched arm. 

“You can scream, you can cry... hell, you’re gonna be doin all that. Back to it~”, Negan ran a gentle finger across your cheek as he observed the new lack of struggle in your form. 

Hearing Negan repeat his line from earlier made you roll your eyes, but you soon realized his statement may be true as the knife dug into your forearm just under your wrist. Making eye contact with the leader of your new group, you clenched your jaw as he slowly cut into your supple skin. Blood filled the rips in your skin only to be wiped away as it appeared, leaving you, Daryl and Negan to gaze past the layers of your skin to an emptiness that filled with red rapidly after each wipe. The scream that finally left you as Negan cut through your vein sent chills through everyone in the clearing, tears welling up in the eyes of your apocalypse family as they heard you scream for the first time. Daryl struggled harder hearing you scream, the men needing a fourth to hold him back as you jerked in the hold of the two men holding you still. Minutes passed, screams echoed in the early dawn and your boyfriend lost his strength, the group watching on as you got paler. Moments passed with tension, the groans of the dead that approached being silenced quickly by Saviors. Soon enough, the sun peaked at your pain from through the trees as you stared into the sky, a heavy yet proud sigh guiding your dreary gaze to meet Negans.

“You in there, Y/N? You’re truly my property now. Take a look.”

Your eyes dropped down farther to your arm, raw skin from being rubbed accentuated by the bright red ‘N’ carved into your arm. As you watched the blood drip from the letter, you heard Daryl weakly call out your name. Meeting the eyes of your lover, you blacked out. 

“You can’t escape your own father. Haven’t you learnt that yet?”

You would never be his property. You swore you would never give in. Yet you were marked by him. Funny how family always finds its way back to each other.

#twd negan #twd simon #daryl x you #daryl dixon #rick grimes #the lineup #description of violence #character death #reader insert #tw gore #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #the walking dead #lucille the vampire bat #sorta funny #brave/dumb!reader #not really funny #writing this long after the draft

[evergreen-eldritch]

Lucille!! She's thirsty

#i did a um. thing #I don't usually do art but i was bored while listening to some true crime #so i painted a Lucille :) #forgot to remove the ref from the image but whatever ig #the walking dead #negan smith #only tagging him because there's apparently not a tag for Lucille the bat instead of the person #anyway this was my first attempt at wood grain and im very proud of it so ofc im sharing it here

[ieatmanybugs]

I searched rick x negan to find out what was happening and now half my fyp is regan edits and I read this

I want to escape this eternal hell

#twd #negan x Rick #negan x Lucille was suggested and I genuinely thought people wanted him to fuck the baseball bat and not his dead wife #on a side note I keep getting ahs Evan peters x Daryl twd edits #I’m in unbearable pain

[the-tigrou]

Last time I tried to draw Negan was maybe 4 years ago, and damn this time he does look like Negan 🤌✨

Nex © mxrcyscastle

#OC #TWD #The Walking Dead #Negan #Negan Smith #Nex #Knife #Blood #Lucille #Baseball Bat #AT #Art Trade #Art #Drawing

[eli-workshop]

Happy birthday to Dee, she was made 3 years ago :3

#isn't it sweet #she has her dad wishing her a happy birthday #and Lucille even possessed the bat to sing it as well- #canon Negan probably wouldn't but eh. Dee canon here #the newby art #oc #the layers #layer 64 #layer dee #twd #twd oc #art #digital art #doodle #drawing #original character #the walking dead negan #the walking dead oc #the walking dead

[allcomicnegan]

-Negan from Crossover #13-

#Negan #Comic Negan #other image comics #image crossover #Lucille the bat

[angelx1992]

#movie #tv series #negan #memes #the walking dead #jeffrey morgan #doll #bat #meme #baseball bat #lucille #jeffrey dean morgan #horror #horror movie

[shadowglens]

sage being the one to capture negan instead of jadis in 8x12, so instead of him being taken to the junkyard she just drives to some backwater road in the woods and tries (and fails) to kill him

#txt #him waking up hogtied on his knees with sage holding lucille #the two of them bickering and verbally fighting about how she should kill him - she needs to kill him to earn rick’s trust #negan keeping his cool and being his usual asshole self and it just Infuriating sage #she wants to see him mad! she wants him to be angry! #so she takes lucille and threats to burn the bat to cinders right in front of him #and That works #sage not stopping until he has to beg her with a tear in his eye #but then things are too much for her and she doesn’t even know why she’s out here with him #her just slamming her car door and driving off - leaving him tied up on the side of the road #agshdjjdf #sage x negan

[bruh-please]

So my dad was watching the walking dead, and I watched a crap ton of K-dramas, and was wanting to watch something different. So of course I start TWD, and bug dad for small spoilers. LET me tell y'all, when the Glenn scene happened (you know the one),I ✨scrambled✨ downstairs to scream my lungs out at dad sobbing while doing so

#the walking dead #glenn rhee #glenn scene #negan's bat #Lucille #i was sobbing #and screaming

[naughtyneganjdm]

The Chase

Summary: Negan wakes up bound to chair in nothing but his boxer briefs and the woman that has him captive decides to use him the way that she wants.

Characters: Negan & the reader (OC, third person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50362990

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, rough sex, potential mild dubious consent, submissive Negan, etc.

Notes: Y/N means your name or whatever name you want to put in there. This is a quick little thing that I wrote up. Thanks for reading.

Tension filled Negan’s whole body. There was a stinging pain at his temple along with the sensation of the warmth of his blood sliding down the side of his face. Fluttering his eyes to a slow open, the room around him was blurry. Wincing out, the small amount of light from the room was actually giving him a headache so he slammed his eyes shut.

“Fuck,” Negan grumbled under his breath, dropping his head back. Going to reach up to touch his head, he grunted when he realized that his wrists were tied behind him. Attempting to stand up, he realized that his feet were also tied to the chair that he was in too leaving him vulnerable to whoever had captured him. Struggling, he tried using the strength that he still had to try to get out of the restraints, but the rope around both his wrists and his ankles were tied too tight to even get any wiggle room.

Hissing out, his throat tensed and he swallowed down noticing that his throat was dry. How the fuck did he end up here? Thinking to himself, he could barely focus. How the fuck did he get himself into this situation? He was always so careful with things.

“Goddamn it,” Negan struggled with his wrists, lowering his head enough to look down toward his wrists seeing that they weren’t budging. Within time, his eyes started to focus a little better and he let out a confused exhale when he noticed that he was stripped down to only his gray boxer briefs. “What the fuck?”

Lines of blood were trailing down over his chest from whoever had hit him and put him in this situation. Hearing the sounds of tapping, Negan grumbled to himself and lifted his head. Just in the distance he could see a shadow sitting by the lit fire across the darkly lit room that they were in and he grumbled to himself.

Bobbing his head about, it felt like he was having trouble even staying conscious while he shifted on the chair that he was in. Shaking his head about, he did everything he could to pull himself together to focus. Gradually lifting his head, he could see that it was a woman sitting by the fire with her legs stretched out. There was an alcohol bottle in her right hand that she was taking gradual sips from and Lucille was in her left. Small tapping sounds filled the room around them while she took her time lifting the baseball bat that Negan was so fond of and bringing it back down against the wooden ground.

“Don’t touch her,” Negan hissed from where he was seated causing the woman to shift and she pulled her legs from where they were stretched out. Finally realizing that he was awake, they stood up and put Lucille under their arm. Dragging the seat that they were originally sitting in before Negan made him tense up. “What do you want with me?”

“What do I want with you?” the familiar voice repeated and Negan grumbled under his breath. His hazel eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowing when he looked up at the woman before him with a sense of anger. “Do you even know why you are here?”

“I…” Negan hooked eyes with the woman before him and he winced. Closing his eyes, he dropped his head forward and let out an annoyed breath. “Of course I know why I’m here Y/N. You stole Lucille.”

“Oh, is that all?” she snorted, leaning forward to gaze over Negan. “That’s the only reason we’re here?”

Yeah, maybe this was somewhat his fault. This was all a game of cat and mouse between the two of them. Y/N was someone who had been brought to The Sanctuary a while ago. Pretty quickly she caught his attention and Negan was enamored with her. For a while he tried relentlessly to get her to be one of his wives, but she denied him every time. And every time he tried to have sex with her, she always pushed him away.

It got to the point where they ended up kissing and spending a lot of time together and then she let him know why she was so insistent upon things. She didn’t want to be one of his wives. She wanted to be his only wife. Of course that complicated things. And when he told her that he couldn’t have that happen, she told him that she was going to leave The Sanctuary because it was too hard being there with him when she was in love with him.

Threatening Negan never worked well. Ever. So after she put that threat out there, he locked her inside of her room and kept a savior on her at all times. That act infuriated her, but Negan didn’t care. He wanted to push her buttons until she finally gave in and gave him what he wanted. It seemed like things were going well up until the point that Fat Joseph had fallen asleep while on duty and Y/N had ended up escaping. Not only did she escape, but she also snatched Lucille in the process.

Negan was furious about everything insisting that he go out with his team to go searching for her and Lucille. Y/N knew how much Lucille meant to him and that’s exactly why she took the bat. Originally, Negan knew why she took off and why she took Lucille. She was pissed and he didn’t blame her. Tracking her down seemed to be going well at first. Negan split up from his team and he thought he had picked up on her tracks when he came to this small cabin in the woods. Now he realized that he had fallen straight into her trap. The last thing he remembered was walking into this cabin and then being hit.

“What is this Y/N? You gonna kill me?” Negan wondered, almost mocking her with his tone. An amused smirk pressed in over his features when he tipped his head to the side. Dragging his tongue across his bottom lip, Negan could taste his own blood over his flesh and he growled. “I got your panties in that much of a bunch that you want to kill me?”

“I don’t want to kill you,” she rolled her eyes, setting Lucille down on the ground. Standing up from the chair, she moved over toward the corner of the room and Negan looked down at Lucille. There was no getting to his weapon of choice. His arms and legs were locked in place. Maybe he could yell, but she had the upper hand. It was too damn bad that his people were so fucking stupid that they didn’t find him here. Coming back to Negan, he realized that she had a first aid kit in her hands. “That’s the last thing that I want.”

“Then what is this?” Negan snarled when she got something out of the first aid kit after setting the bottle of alcohol down on the floor. “You steal Lucille, you steal my finest bottle of alcohol and you lead me here? I had to piss in your lemonade and piss you off enough for you to set all of this up.”

“I’m giving you a choice Negan,” she informed him using something to clean some of the blood that had dripped down over the lengths of his body. Once she reached the area over his eyebrow where he was obviously cut, he winced and pulled his head away. “You want me to leave you bloody?”

“I want answers,” he snarled and she set the supplies down when she took a seat in front of him again.

“Alright then. I’m proving to you my worth. That I’m not only hot to you, but I’m also useful. And smart,” she informed him, reaching for the bottle of alcohol again to take a sip of it. “I managed to trick you here. You’re helpless Negan. I could do absolutely anything to you right now and there would be nothing you could do about it. I was capable of doing the one thing that your enemies never have. I could kill you right now and it would take next to nothing out of me.”

“I’m failing to find the point,” Negan grumbled under his breath and he saw her smile. Having her go off about how easily she could kill him wasn’t drawing a good conclusion why they were here like this.

“You’re either going to accept my offer and make me your only wife or I disappear forever,” she declared throwing that information out on the table for him. That was their problem from the start. She wanted to be his only one and when he told her no and she wanted to leave, he wouldn’t let her. The whole thing elicited a deep rumble of raspy laughter to fall from Negan’s throat.

“You think I want you to be my wife now after everything you’ve put me through? All of The Sanctuary knows that you pissed me off. That you stole Lucille,” Negan reminded her with a shake of his head. “You’re bold to think that’s something I still want.”

“I have a feeling I can persuade you into saying yes in the next few hours,” she suggested leaning back in her chair, her legs spreading open slightly and he huffed.

“And if I say no by the end of this?” Negan inquired, his eyebrows arching in curiosity when she snickered. Shrugging her shoulders, she thought for a moment before sighing out loud.

“Then, I leave you strapped to this chair. I leave Lucille here so your team can eventually find you. And I leave. You never see me again,” she answered, tipping her head from side to side. “It’s that easy. You don’t die. I just leave a little embarrassed, but I have a feeling I can be very persuasive.”

“Tell me why I should even consider doing what you want after everything,” Negan slurred, his pupils dilating when she leaned forward to stare him over. The warmth of her breath was hot on his. Lowering his head, he looked to his body and let out a chuckle. “You gonna threaten to cut my dick off? Is that why you stripped me down like this?”

“You’re into some dark and kinky shit, aren’t you?” she suggested with an amused smirk, taking a final sip of the alcohol before setting it down. “We already know you love me.”

“Oh yeah?” Negan snorted, his right eyebrow arching in amusement. “I don’t love anything but my late wife and that bat you stole from me.”

“Mhmm…” she breathed out standing up and pushing the chair back away. Stepping before Negan, she pushed her hands into her pockets and heard his breathing increase. “There is a reason you couldn’t stand the idea of me running away. You didn’t want to lose me.”

“Is that so?” Negan breathed out, taking in a sharp breath when he spoke. “So what if I don’t want to lose you? That doesn’t mean that I love you.”

“Then tell me you don’t love me,” she simply threw that out there, kneeling before Negan and his eyes followed her movements. “Tell me you feel nothing for me,” she urged him noticing the way that the vein bulged at the side of his neck. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You like that I’ve denied you. You like that I can overpower you and you are so in awe that I was able to get you into this situation.”

“Well you’re not wrong. It’s not often that someone is capable of knocking me on my ass,” Negan agreed with her, sucking at his bottom lip. “But infatuation doesn’t mean I love you.”

“You’re going to fight that until the bitter end, aren’t you?” she wondered letting out a long sigh, her palms caressing up and over the lengths of Negan’s thighs. It drew him to let out a long exhale and she shrugged. “See, I’m going to give you the one thing I never let you have. And if by the end of everything you don’t want to be with me. Then fine. We go our separate ways. I’ll unhook one of your hands and leave.”

“You’re gonna what?” Negan chuckled, his eyebrows bouncing up when he felt her hands sliding up further toward his inner thighs and he let out a long exhale. A moan fell from his throat when her hand slid in over the front of his boxer briefs and she caressed over the length of his manhood. The muscles in his lower abdomen flexed when she started peppering kisses over his slender abdomen. Before she would never let them even get this far. It was some heavy kissing and touching, but this was different for her. “What is this?”

“I want you to see what I’m capable of. How I can make you feel,” she nibbled at the area right below his navel and his body involuntarily arched forward into her touch. At this point he still thought she may have been fucking with him since she never allowed things to progress much further than making out between them. A harsh breath of air escaped his throat when she reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I want to show you that once you have me, you’re not going to want anyone else.”

“You tied me up…for that?” Negan inquired letting out a grumble knowing that he would have openly done it without her needing to tie him up. Huffing out, he felt her pulling the material down his legs and to his ankles. Looking down, Negan smirked when he saw her eyeing over the root to his masculinity. There was a sense of both awe and surprise seeing his form for the first time completely naked. Arrogantly bobbing his head about made her eyes lift up to meet his and he cracked a smile. “Maybe this could have been done in a less dramatic way.”

“No. The respect would not have been there if I asked you to just have sex with me to prove that you would only want me. Then you would be holding all the power. I needed the power to show you that I’m not some frail little thing that needs your protecting,” she curled her fingers around Negan’s flesh drawing him to moan out while she worked her fingers over his sensitive body. “I wanted to show you what I could do to you. I’m going to give you something you’ve never had before. Someone that holds your life in their hands and makes you want to come so bad that by the time you finally do, you realize that you are going to give me everything I want.”

“I’m not sure you can deliver,” Negan mused, his hips arching up when her caress grew harder. In her palm, his erection was stiffening and he sucked at his bottom lip. “That’s a pretty big order darlin’. Yeah, I’m turned the fuck on that you are able to manhandle me, but I’m not sure this is gonna work out the way you want. You knocked my ass out and stole my Lucille. You better make for damn sure that you’re the best I’ve ever had because I’m fucking pissed.”

“We’ll see,” she whispered pulling her hand away, spitting and then wrapping her fingers back around his length to help lubricate his hardening cock while she jerked him off. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. I think you saw me as someone easily breakable. Like the other women. But I’m not like the other women.”

“Then you better start showing me princess because right now everything is just words,” Negan huffed out, his jaw flexing when she tipped her head to the side and gave him a glare. God, just from touching him she was getting him so fucking hard. There was no hiding his attraction to her. It was there. She knew that from the start. Tugging at his wrists again, he realized it was no use when she lowered her head down toward his lap. Closing his eyes, he felt the gentle flick of her tongue dragging out over the tip of his cock and he grumbled. “Fuck.”

Growling out, he looked down seeing that she was peppering faint kisses over the length of his shaft and it started a fire inside of him that he never expected to be feeling when he woke up moments earlier. Instead of giving him what he wanted, she leaned back to stare at him with an amused expression.

“What are you waiting for?” Negan clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth, his hazel eyes narrowing in curiosity. Groaning out, he felt that his erection was throbbing in her grasp and what he wanted the most was her to wrap those wet lips around his solid length. For months he had wanted her in some kind of situation where they did something sexual and here she was wanting to take advantage of him with the situation he was in. He wasn’t going to tell her no. That was for certain.

“I’m not here to give you what you want immediately Negan. I’m taking what I want from you and what I want is to tease you until you can’t take it anymore,” she traced her fingertips over the length of his shaft causing his cock to twitch. “I may be trying to prove something to you to get what I want, but this is more so for me Negan.”

“Mhmm…” Negan hummed, his tongue dragging out over his bottom lip when he watched her pumping her hand over his distended flesh. There was something so appealing about the determination in her features. Even the way she was looking at his body had the fire growing hotter inside of his veins. “I know you always wanted that big dick, but God, the way you are looking at it—you’re suddenly so fucking happy that you did this. Aren’t you?”

“Well it’s good to know you didn’t lie about this,” she brought her lips up to his cock right underneath the tip. It drew chills down his spine with the warmth of her lips brushing over his flesh. Closing his eyes tightly, he groaned out and bit down firmly on his bottom lip. “Don’t act like this is all me Negan. You want this just as much as I do. If not more. You were always begging me to sleep with you. You know that.”

“I wasn’t begging you. I was trying to persuade you,” Negan slurred, his eyes narrowing when she placed a delicate kiss over the tip causing him to growl out. “But yes, I did want you. I do want you. Even more now. As fucking stupid as that sounds.”

“It doesn’t sound so stupid to me,” she took in the sight of Negan’s body while she had her way with him. Right now it gave her the time to admire his tattoos that covered his body and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?” Negan breathed out, his nose wrinkling in contemplation when her tongue extended out to circle around the tip of his cock. Arching his hips up toward her made her pull back and away from him. A slew of curse words followed and he could hear her laugh.

“I could ask you the same thing. What is it about you where you feel like you have to have twenty wives?” she wondered, her hand only doing slow, teasing strokes at this point around his flesh. “People are still going to think you’re a big badass if you’re only with one woman. You know that, right? How would they feel if they knew you weren’t really fucking them? King of the sanctuary has all these hot wives with nice titties, but never bounces his cock on them.”

“What?” Negan snickered once those words came out of her mouth. “Yeah, it’s a status thing which is why I never understood why it bothered you so much. If I’m not fucking them, then why does it bother you? You’d be the one I was married to and the one I was fucking.”

“Negan, I’m better than putting me in some skanky dress sitting in a room all day waiting for you to come and grab me when you want me. I’m not some mindless drone. I can fuck like a fucking pro, just like you say you can, but I don’t want to be one of the girls. I want to be the girl,” she stressed finally wrapping her lips around his cock causing his eyelids to grow heavy when she started to lower her head down over the first couple of inches. The warmth surrounding him felt so incredible and it made him drop his head back, a raspy moan falling from his throat. Wet sounds filled the air while she bobbed her head over his length a few times, making sure to drag her tongue along the underside of his cock with every pull back. When she finally did pull her mouth away from Negan, it left Negan breathless and he whined. “You do have such a nice cock, you know that?”

“I do,” a wicked smirk tugged at his lips when his hips arched up toward her caress this time eager to have her touch him in any way. “Here I was thinking you were this sweet, innocent little thing and you’re really just a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea how dirty I can be Negan,” she slurred, taking him back into her mouth again allowing his girthy cock to slide back toward the warmth of her throat.

Moaning out, Negan’s jaw flexed watching her pleasure him. Each teasing flick of her tongue over his cock was incredible. Whether it was the build up or she was actually this good, everything felt so much more enhanced for him. Usually he was the one in control and to have his control completely taken away was amazing. That shocked him because he always liked being the dominant one. Watching her was intoxicating while she caressed over the base of his cock with her left hand in tempo with the movements of her mouth. There was a certain haze to everything probably from being knocked on the head, but he really couldn’t complain.

“Fuck,” Negan hissed out when her lips pulled from his throbbing manhood with a wet slur. Arching his hips up, he wanted her to go back to what she was doing knowing that he was enjoying it more than he should have been. “Please…”

“Please what?” she whispered and he grimaced, his teeth grinding.

“Please don’t stop,” Negan begged of her hating that she was bringing out this side of him, but he wasn’t going to waste a moment to get what she was giving him. An amused sound followed when she went back to giving him a blowjob. Trying to focus, Negan didn’t want to lose himself too fast since she had this whole thing planned out, but every time her tongue dragged out across the frenulum of his cock it had him flinching forward. Once again, right when he was at a moment of absolute euphoria, she pulled her lips away and he whimpered this time. “Goddamn it.”

“I want this big cock inside of me,” she hummed, licking at her wet, full lips. An involuntary moan escaped him hearing that and he felt a surge of excitement flood through his veins when she stood up. Keeping his eyes locked on her, he swallowed hard making his Adam’s apple bounce in his throat. It felt like the room was spinning when he watched her undoing the buttons in her shirt. The material fell to the ground and she kicked out of the boots that she was wearing. Once she started to pull open the material of her jeans, he felt his cock twitching with anticipation. There was precum developing at the tip. The tip was red and aching. It was painful, but it was an addicting ache that he liked. Watching her strip down was almost a gift. For so long, he wanted her like this. Now he was getting it and it had his heart hammering inside of his chest when she finally got down to just her bra and panties. “Even the way you are looking at me right now…it’s the sexiest I’ve ever seen you look.”

“Yeah?” he spoke softly, his body relaxed while she reached behind her to unhook her bra allowing her breasts to be revealed to him. Licking his lips, Negan felt his heart skip a beat and he nodded. “Fucking hell sweetheart, you are gorgeous.”

“I’m sure you say that about every pair of tits you see Negan,” she chuckled, sliding her fingers underneath the material of her panties allowing them to pool around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she stepped forward and could see Negan’s big eyes staring up at her desperately. His pupils were dilated with want and desire for her.

“Yours are up there baby,” Negan assured her with a smirk when she crawled in over him and he felt his cock brush up against her bottom. Moaning out, he dropped his head back and laughed. “Jesus Christ. You’re going to fucking kill me. Y’know that?”

“Let’s hope not. I don’t want to be fucking a corpse Negan,” she replied and a snort followed from Negan who was visibly amused with her comment. Adjusting her positioning, she grabbed a firm hold of Negan’s cock. Growling out, Negan watched her teasing the tip of his cock through her wet folds and it drove him crazy with desire. “It was always hard telling you no.”

“It was always hard when you told me no,” he responded arching up toward her when her lips were hovering over his. Wanting her to kiss him was ridiculous, but he did. Trying to kiss her made her snicker and he frowned. After a minute of teasing him, she pressed in close enough to bring their lips together for a forceful kiss. Kissing her with an eagerness, Negan couldn’t help but moan when she brought the tip of his thick cock to her entrance. Nibbling at her bottom lip, Negan moaned when she lowered enough just to take the tip into the warmth of her body. Nuzzling his nose in against hers, Negan huffed when she pulled her hips up just enough to have him leave her warmth. Multiple times she did the same motion and his heart was pounding inside of his chest. “Please. Please. Fuck me.”

“You’re so cute,” she smirked, lifting her left hand up to hook her fingers into his hair to get him to tip his head back to look up at her with his big hazel eyes. His eyelashes fluttered when she allowed her hips to finally lower down over him. Moaning in unison made her smile knowing that Negan was just as turned on by this as she was. Pressing her forehead to his, she was surprised he wanted that close contact when she got used to the first couple of inches of him inside of her. “I like the bad ass version of you, but the begging you is incredibly sexy too.”

A smirk tugged at Negan’s lips when she started to rock her hips over his, allowing him to sink further into her snug warmth before she pulled back to the tip and lowered down again. Licking his lips, Negan tipped his head and started pressing kisses over the side of her neck. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while she used the strength she had to start bouncing herself over his rigid length. Squeaking from the chair followed and he wondered if the chair was strong enough to take what they were doing. Honestly? He hoped so. He didn’t want this to stop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Negan groaned, pulling his mouth away from her neck and nuzzling his nose against it. It felt like such a warm, wet, snug fit with him inside of her and he was hooked. After a few more bounces over his length, he felt her hips pulling up and away from him. Extending his fingers out, he wished he had the strength to escape his prison so he could have his way with her. “Fucking hell…”

“You’re my beautiful, whiny little bitch, aren’t you?” she stroked her fingers along his jawline, her fingers urging under his jaw to force him to look at her. Her pants were filling the air, her fingers stroking through his wet hair. Parting his lips, Negan gave her a pleading expression and it made her smile. “You are so gorgeous.”

“I forgot what this felt like,” Negan muttered, his eyes hooked on hers when she dragged her thumb out over his bottom lip. Kissing over the pad of her thumb, Negan was desperate to have her touching him and he was surprised how quickly she brought out an old version of himself.

“Like what?” she was using her free hand to reach down between them to stroke over the length of his cock. “Being my submissive?”

“Mhmm…” Negan hummed, he wasn’t about to get into the details of it, but the only other person he allowed to control him like this was Lucille. And he fucking loved it back then too. Moaning out, Negan felt her taking him back inside of her and he hammered his lips in over hers. Unlike before she lowered completely over him taking him to the hilt. Wincing, Negan dropped his head and looked down. A dark laugh fell from his throat when he nuzzled his nose in against hers again. “Balls deep. Taking it like a fucking champ.”

“You feel so good,” she breathed against his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders. Breaking the skin had Negan hissing out and pressing his forehead further against hers. Starting to rock her hips back and forth had him moaning against her flesh. Her cries filled the air and the sounds of her enjoying herself using his body for her pleasure made everything so much better. Between their kisses and the wet sounds of her riding his cock, Negan couldn’t get enough of this. “Do you like me fucking your big cock?”

“Yes,” Negan slurred against her lips, kissing her relentlessly when she started over his cock again drawing the chair to squeak harder with how hard she was using his body to get herself off. Her tight canal was clinging to him and fuck it felt so good. God, she was riding his cock like a champ. She knew what to do with it and she was doing it well. “Fuck…”

Glancing between them, Negan watched his cock disappearing into her again and again. Wincing out, he felt her pulling her hips from his again when she heard him start to breathe harder knowing that this was effecting him so intensely, “You don’t get to come before me daddy…”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan nodded his head when he agreed with her and her rules. A proud smile was over her beautiful features when she reached for his cock again to sink down over him taking him completely back into her. “My body is yours. Just please don’t keep stopping. Just fuck me. Please keep fucking me.”

“You’re such a whiny submissive Negan,” she curled her left arm around his shoulders while her right hand braced against his thigh to help give herself the power to use him exactly the way that she wanted to.

“Yes ma’am,” Negan repeated what he said earlier, his winces filling the air every time she smacked her hips down over him, taking his girthy cock into her.

By the sounds she was making he knew that she was enjoying herself and she would shake when the ridges of his cock would rub against her g-spot. She found the position that she liked and she was running with it. Negan’s moans started to get louder, his body tensing up and the vein at the side of his neck was bulging.

“Not yet, I’m almost there,” she ordered, sliding her hand up enough to tug at Negan’s hair while he bit down hard on his bottom lip.

“I’m trying,” Negan assured her with a firm nod of his head knowing that it felt so good, but he wanted her to have what she wanted. Her cries grew louder, her arms hooking around his shoulders to pull him closer. How hard she was riding him made it so fucking hard not to come while she was holding onto him. Bringing their lips together, Negan kissed her over and over again. The contractions of her pussy around him had his eyes squeezing shut tightly and when she pulled her hips from his length he started panting. Fuck, he felt like he was about to pass out at this point. Her head was resting against his shoulder after she had hit her orgasm. His cock was aching wanting the same kind of release while she was gathering herself from her orgasm. “Baby. Please let me come.”

With an amused breath, she gave him a nod, crawling back over him. Sinking back over his length had his lips parting, his eyebrows furrowing while he watched her working this time to bring him to his orgasm. Burying his head at the side of her neck, Negan’s moans grew louder, his kisses pressing over her flesh. It felt like she was using all her strength in her movements. How this chair that she had him tied to was still holding up with how hard she was riding him was amazing to him. The sex was rough and determined. The old chair beneath him was keeping up with their weight and movements which he was thankful for. Wincing, Negan felt his abdomen start to tighten up and his thighs were twitching beneath her.

“I’m going to come,” he alerted her, but her hips didn’t falter while she continued to roll her hips over him. Groaning out, Negan felt the first line of his cum start to fill her and she continued her movements over him until the very end of his release leaving him a panting mess against the side of her neck. Her fingers stroked through his hair, her lips claiming his again. Brushing his tongue against hers, Negan didn’t want this moment to end. “Fucking hell.”

Growling out, Negan felt her body adjusting over him and she reached for her pants to pull out a small knife. When she cut one of the ropes that were tied around his wrist, he immediately pulled his hand up and wrapped his fingers around the base of her throat. Her eyes narrowed at him, they were both breathless. Stroking his thumb over the soft, fleshy part of her throat, a wolfish smile expanded over Negan’s lips when he urged her to him again so he could kiss her with all the power that he could muster up.

Stroking his fingers over the back of her neck, Negan appreciated her laying her head against the side of his neck. Once she finally gathered herself back up, she stood up from Negan and he winced when his body pulled from hers. She grabbed the bottle of alcohol and moved over toward the fireplace that she had lit. Watching her closely, Negan worked to get himself out of the restraints she put him in. Standing up, he moved slowly and reached for Lucille where she had left the bat on the floor.

Once he reached Y/N, he pushed her firmly against the wall and heard her whimper. Turning her to face him, Negan smiled and nodded his head, “Get on your knees. Now.”

Obeying Negan, she did as he asked and he lifted Lucille, placing the tip of it underneath her jaw. There was no fear in her eyes while she looked up at him. Rolling his eyes, Negan snorted and tossed Lucille onto the table that was behind him. Reaching for the alcohol bottle that she had, he took a long swig of the burning liquid when he dropped down on the floor with her in front of the fireplace. Pulling her in over him, Negan’s arm was possessively wrapped around her waist while her hands cupped his face tenderly.

“You’re not going to punish me for what I did?” she wondered when he handed her the alcohol bottle and his lips kissed down over her jawline.

“Oh, I’m going to spend months punishing you,” Negan swept his thumb over the opposite side of her face. Tipping back, his eyes narrowed and he smiled again. “I’ll give you what you want, but you’re gonna have to work like hell to prove to me that it’s worth it.”

“Yes sir,” she snickered, pressing her forehead to his. Negan’s fingers hooked with hers and he let out a long exhale. “What?”

“I’m just trying to figure out how the hell I’m gonna break everything to everyone,” Negan snorted, his thick eyebrows furrowing when he wrapped her up in his arms. “But I’ll make it work. I always do.”

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[randomstuffnobodywillsee]

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[lanadelnegan]

My Past, My Future - Part 1

Negan x Reader x Daryl (love triangle)

Part 2 here

Summary: Daryl is in love with you, but you're in love with Negan.

Warnings: 18+, smut, love triangle, p in v, romantic negan, angst, breeding

Note: this was requested from an anon (Negan saying goodbye to Lucille and confessing his love to y/n.) I decided to spice it up and throw Daryl in there. <3

"Lucille, baby. If you were here, you'd be so fuckin' disappointed in me.... But hell, if you were still here, things probably never would have made it to this point to begin with... Turned into a fuckin' monster when the world took you from me. Hope wherever the hell you are, you weren't watchin'. Truth is? I couldn't stand seeing anyone fuckin' happy because you took all my happiness with you when you left. But baby... I think I've found happiness again... "

Negan sighs heavily as he traces the wood grain of his beloved bat.

"She reminds me of you. So carefree and down-to-earth. If you met her, you'd understand... You'd want me to be happy, right? Hell, I've done enough suffering.. even though I probably deserved it. Anyways.."

Negan brings Lucille to his lips, pressing softly as his eyes squeeze shut.

"What I'm trying to say is.. you taught me how to love, Lucille. I'm forever grateful for that. And you'll always have a part of me. You're my past. But y/n... she's my future."

He tosses the bat into the fire, watching the wood burn bittersweetly as it concludes that chapter of his life.

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"Hey, where've you been?" Carol asks, jogging up to Negan as he arrives back at Alexandria.

"Had to take care of something." Negan shrugs. "You seen y/n around?"

"On a run with Daryl.. They should be back soon... Why?" Carol scrunches her brows at Negan and his jaw twitches at the mention of Daryl's name.

Daryl has been there for y/n since the very beginning, which is partly why Negan spared Daryl and let him live. Y/n begged Negan to let Daryl come back to Alexandria after Negan took him to the sanctuary, and he allowed it because even then, he had a soft spot for her.

Negan grunts. "No reason."

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You and Daryl have been gone for a few hours now and you managed to find some canned goods on your run, weighing down your backpack. The sun is starting to go down just as you see the gates of Alexandria in the near distance and you grunt, adjusting the heavy bag on your shoulder.

Daryl notices your struggling and doesn't hesitate to grab your bag off your shoulder, throwing it over his.

He's been there by your side since the beginning and saved your lives more times than you can count.. helped you when you needed it. Even during the smallest inconveniences, like right now.

"You don't have to carry that."

"I know." Daryl grunts, adjusting your backpack next to his own on his back.

The rest of your walk is silent as the guilt from the secret you've kept for weeks now eats at you.

You started visiting Negan a couple weeks after he got locked up in Alexandria. The first time you did it was to curse him out.. Tell him how you wish he were dead and how your friends didn't deserve what he did to them.

The second time you visited was out of pure boredom. Carol and Daryl had gone on a run without you, and you snuck in to see him out of curiosity.

The third time was because you found that he intrigued you. The conversations you had with Negan had become like no other conversations you'd ever had. You felt like he was the only person who understood you.

Monthly visits to his cell became weekly visits. And weekly visits turned into daily visits. You'd bring him books to keep him company, sneak him snacks, and eventually, one thing led to another.

And now he's your secret boyfriend. You've been sneaking around with him for weeks now, like teenagers scared to get caught by their parents. And while it's thrilling, your feelings for Negan have grown into something much bigger that you ever expected.

"Daryl.. there's something I need to get off my chest."

If there's anyone who hates Negan, it's Daryl. But he's also the one person you trust the most, and he's going to find out eventually. So you decide it might as well come from you.

"Hm?" Daryl grunts, scuffing his feet in the gravel as he walks.

"Promise it won't make anything... different between us?"

He slows down, looking at you suspiciously. "Nah, ain't promisin' nothin'. But now ya gotta tell me."

You sigh, hoping you're not about to make a terrible decision.

"There's... someone I have feelings for..."

His brows scrunch together as he glances at you. When he doesn't answer, you hesitantly continue.

"I... I think I might even love him."

Daryl looks at you again, a softer look in his eyes this time as you continue on rambling.

"I haven't told anyone else. I don't want anyone getting upset with me... Or... judging me."

"Who is it?" Daryl quickly cuts you off as the Alexandrian gates open for the two of you.

"It's.. um.." You sigh as Negan's name stops on the tip of your tongue.

"Y/n.. hey, there you are. We need to talk." Negan is already on the other side of gate as you enter. Daryl stops beside you, refusing to leave your side as he glares at Negan.

"Uh, yeah.. let's go talk over there." You say, widening your eyes at Negan, confused that he's talking to you like this in front of Daryl. You've both done a decent job of keeping your interactions with each other private, so this is out of the ordinary.

"No..." Negan cuts you off. "I'm done hiding. I'm gonna talk and you're gonna listen."

"Negan.." You warn him, noticing the death glare that Daryl is giving him.

"I love you, y/n."

Your mouth drops open slightly at his confession. You want to say it back, because... you do love him. But something stops you.

Negan brings his hand up to rest against your cheek. "That's okay, baby. You don't have to say it back right now. I've waited for you for this long, I've got all the time in the world.. I just.. I needed you to know."

He takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly and resting his chin on top of your head.

"You can't be fuckin' serious." Daryl finally interrupts. "Him?" He asks, looking at you with hurt in his eyes.

You nod, the side of your head pressing into Negan's chest as your arms wrap around his waist. "Daryl... I was gonna tell you sooner. I-"

"Doesn't matter." Daryl grunts, spitting at the ground in front of him. "Whadaya want me to say, y/n? Congrats?" Daryl glares at Negan before angrily walking off.

You glance around, noticing others watching the scene before them. "Negan.. we need to take this somewhere else."

"Okay.. yeah, I know." He drops his head. "I just - I'm so tired of hiding from everyone. I want them to know you're my girl. I fuckin' love you, y/n. More than anything... Why is that so wrong? Why should I have to hide that?"

You search his eyes as a single tear falls from yours. You know you shouldn't want him. You know all of the awful things he's done, but you've grown to know him on such a deeper level over the past few months and you can't help but feel so strongly for him.

If being with him means the rest of the world is against you, then so be it.

You wrap your arms around him and slam your lips to his, kissing him desperately. You're too caught up in the moment to notice the shock on everyone's face around you. You deepen this kiss, savoring the taste of him as your tongues mingle together.

"Negan.. I need you." You say in between breaths as he lifts you up into his arms by your thighs and your legs wrap around his waist.

You can't take your lips off of him as he leads you into your house nearby, not paying attention to the hateful glares around you.

Negan kicks your front door open with you still in his arms and you slam it shut as he presses your back into the living room wall. His lips travel from your lips to your neck as he presses his erection into you. You whine, frustrated at the material separating both of you.

"Negan.. please, I need you.. now."

He carefully lets you down as both of you tear away at each other's clothes until you're naked and he's left in just his black boxers.

He picks you back up, leading you to the couch and sitting down with you straddling his lap. You pull away from his lips long enough to look into his hazel eyes, letting your hands cup his face before running your fingers through his graying hair.

You can't deny that you're head over heels in love with this man, as wrong as it may be. He's changed so much since he was leader of the Saviors, mentally and physically. He's a perfect example that people can change, and you hope that the others and Daryl can finally see that one day too.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, baby." His cock springs free from the hole in his boxers as he takes your hard nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly.

You hover over him, lining his tip up with your entrance. You slide down slowly, inch by inch until he fills you completely and you feel the tip of him pressing against your cervix. You moan out at the satisfying pain as his fingers dig into your hips.

"That's it, sweetheart. God you feel so fuckin' good." He praises you.

You wrap your arms around his neck to support yourself as you bounce up and down on him and he groans out, looking up at you through his lust-filled eyes. You press your forehead and nose against his own as you continue riding him slow and hard, making sure he hits as deep as possible each time you come down on him.

"I love you too, Negan. So much."

"Yeah? Fuck. Say it again." He says, his breathing unsteady.

"I love you Negan... I'm in love with you."

"Fuck, baby. I'm so fuckin' crazy about you."

You crash your lips to his again as a tear falls from your cheek.

"Baby, don't cry. It's okay, we're gonna figure this out. Fuck everyone else." He wipes your tear away with his thumb as you continue grinding on him softly.

You nod. "I know.. I just.. want them to accept you."

Negan gets up suddenly, laying you down on your back before positioning himself between your legs.

"Only one I need acceptance from is you, darlin'." He says before sliding inside you in one quick motion. He fucks you fast and deep, interchangeably moaning filthy sounds in your ear and sucking at your neck.

After moments of thrusting, he pulls back, settling on his knees as he lifts your leg, placing it on his shoulder. From this new angle, he hits your g-spot perfectly over and over.

"Negan.." You breathe heavily. "I'm -"

"I know baby. Just fuckin' let go."

You come apart at the sound of his words, moaning out his name as your juices rush out of you. Negan looks down between the two of you, watching you soak his cock.

"Goddamn baby, look at that." His voice is low and raspy when he leans over you again. "So fuckin' wet." The sound of his voice right in your ear sends a chill through your body.

"Want you to cum in me.." You breathe out.

"Yeah? You sure, baby?"

You've never let him before, but now that your relationship is public and you've both confessed your feelings to each other, you crave him on a deeper level.

You nod desperately and he kisses you hard, spilling deep inside of you as his hips stop abruptly. He groans into your mouth as his dick pulses over and over and you feel his warm liquid paint your walls.

After a few minutes of snuggling and kissing, he finally pulls out of you and the two of you get dressed.

"Did you mean it?" He asks, pulling his pants up.

"Mean what? That I love you?"

He looks to you, waiting for your answer as you pull your shirt over your head.

Your eyebrows scrunch. "Of course I meant it. Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?"

He shrugs. "Dunno. You coulda been caught up in the moment."

You laugh, walking over to him and sliding your hands around his waist, pulling him in for a long hug. You look up at him to find him grinning down at you.

"Nope... Still love you." You reassure him.

He nods towards the door. "You ready to tell the world that?"

"Fuck this world. It doesn't care about us. Why should we care about it?"

Negan chuckles, kissing your forehead.

Your face grows serious at the thought of Daryl's reaction earlier. "Actually.. I need to find Daryl. Make things right.. He seemed really upset."

Negan nods disappointedly, dropping his head.

"Oh, stop. Don't be like that... You know his opinion is important to me."

"He'll never give us his blessing if that's what you're after, y/n."

"I don't need his blessing, Negan. I just don't want him to hate me. He's been there with me since the beginning. If we want a future together, I need to make things right."

Negan's brows come together as he lets go of you. "If we want a future together? ... So, if he's not okay with us being together, that's it? You're just gonna kick me to the fuckin' curb?"

"Negan.. I didn't say that."

"... but you did." He says.

"Negan, please just.. I didn't mean it like that." You say frustrated, reaching for him again. Your heart drops when he pulls away.

He nods, sliding his hands into his pockets as he waits for your explanation.

"I care about him, too. What he thinks.. matters to me. That doesn't mean I'm going to let it dictate our future. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have worded it that way."

"Okay." He whispers, but the hurt is still clear in his voice.

"Stay here, okay? I want you to sleep here tonight. I'll talk to them.. get them to agree to it. Just give me some time and.. don't leave the house, okay?"

Negan nods as you reach to hold his hands, standing on your tip toes to kiss him. "I love you Negan. This is going to work, I promise."

Part 2 here

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[butterfliesandblueeyes]

WORTH IT

🏏 Pregnant with Daryl's baby when Negan and the Saviours capture your family. You'll do everything you can to protect your partner and unborn child.

pairings : Daryl Dixon x reader

w/c : 2.5k

warnings : mentions of blood, major character deaths (rip Abraham & Glenn xo)

a/n : This is my first story I've written for Daryl, hopefully more to come. As always enjoy reading and thank you for the support!

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The lights of the various trucks and cars shone bright upon your group. Seated on your knees between Daryl and Michonne. Heavy breaths left your bitten lips and Daryl placed his hand on your swollen belly to help calm you down. You were around 6 months pregnant with his baby.

You turned your head to the side to stare into his cerulean eyes. A ghost of a smile played on his lips and you returned one of your own. His skin was a pale colour which resulted from the blood loss of being shot. He mouthed that it was going to be okay and you nodded in return.

A man with a moustache took a few steps forward, your group's eyes landing on him.”Let’s meet the man,” he announced before walking towards a van and knocking on the door. A few seconds later a man walked out. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a red scarf and a baseball bat was resting on his shoulder. If you squinted you could see something wrapped around the thick part of the bat. You placed your hand on top of Daryls’ that still rested on your belly.

“Pissing our pants yet?” the man asked yet it was rhetorical. “Boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close. It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon,”. The man sauntered to the middle of your group. “Now which one of you pricks is the leader?” he asked.

“This one” the moustache man said as he gestured to Rick. Your breathing picked up again, afraid of what this man wanted with Rick and with your group. Daryl began rubbing small circles around your belly. If he wasn’t here with you, you’d be a blubbering mess.

“Hi. You’re Rick right?” The man said as he knelt in front of Rick. A few seconds passed and Rick didn’t respond so the man spoke again, he introduced himself as Negan and his group was the Saviors. He wasn’t too happy since your group had killed some of his men. You tuned out a while after that. He and Rick went back and forth but all you could think about was your baby and Daryl. You didn’t want your family to be taken away before you got around to becoming one. 

Daryl hunched further over and you took a firm grip of his arm so he wouldn't completely fall over. You didn’t dare speak to him no matter how bad you wanted to. You were fearful of this man and you had no idea what he was capable of. 

“Give me your shit or I will kill you,” the man announced. The booming of his voice took you by surprise since you weren't completely listening to what he was saying earlier. The man blabbered on some more about the new world order until something he said caught your attention.

“So now,” he paused. “I’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.” A quiet gasp left your mouth and your eyes found Daryls’ again. Negan swung his bat around in an attempt to show it off. “This is Lucille and she is awesome,” he announced. “All this,” he gestured to your group and the Saviors as he spoke. “All this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor,”. 

Negan began strutting towards the opposite side of the semi-circle. He paused when he was in front of Carl. “Shit kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.”. He chuckled as he walked further up the line, now stopping in front of Maggie who was also pregnant but experiencing some complications. “Jesus, you look shitty” he commented as he took in the state she was in. “I should just put you out of your misery,” he added. Glenn was quick to his feet, running to Maggies’ aid when he was stopped by a blow to his stomach. He fell to the ground groaning. 

“Nope, get him back in line,” Negan demanded. Glenn was dragged back to his spot. “All right, listen,” Negan spoke while pacing back and forth. “Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down,” the man swung his bat around again and you flinched. Daryl noticed and you could feel him staring at your side profile. You didn’t dare look in fear of drawing attention to him.

He continued down the line and you snapped your eyes shut when he stopped in front of you. “What do we have here?” he snickered. Your eyes opened at the sound of his voice. He was gesturing towards your belly with Daryls’ hand placed firmly on top. You looked up at the man. He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face and suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe. 

But he turned around and stalked back towards the center of the group. He gave a low whistle. “I simply cannot decide,”. He was acting like he enjoyed this. He chuckled before he spoke again. “I got an idea,”. He walked back towards the opposite side of the circle. 

He pointed the bat at Eugene. “Eenie,”. Next was Carl. “Meenie,”. Then Aaron. “Miney,”. Sasha. “Mo,”. Rick. “Catch,”. Maggie. “A tiger,”. Abraham. “By,”. Michonne. “His toe,”. You. “If,”. He paused on you, giving you a once over before moving on to Daryl. “He hollars,”. Rosita. “Let him go,”. Then finally Glenn. “My mother,”. He stalked back over to the start of the line and pointed the bat at Eugene once again. “Told me to pick the very best one and you are..”. The bat landed on Abraham. “It,”. 

The bat was in front of Abrahams’ face as Negan began to speak again. “Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys’ other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry.” Negan inhaled. “Hell, you’re all going to be doing that.”

The sound of the first crack of the bat was piercing. There were screams and cries around you but all you could do was remain silent as tears rolled down your reddened cheeks. You felt paralyzed.

“Ho ho,” Negan laughed. “Look at that, taking it like a champ,”. You dared a peak at Abraham, blood was pouring down his face. Daryl locked his fingers with yours. “Don’t look Y/N,” he pleaded. You looked down at your lap, your free hand resting on your stomach.

“Suck my nuts,” Abraham stuttered out before the bat came down onto Abrahams’ head again and again and again. Until everything went silent.

Negan chuckled again. He turned towards his men. “Did you hear that? He said suck my nuts,”.  His men erupted into laughter. Negan swished his bat around, blood splattering on the ground, on Ricks’ face and on your baby bump. Your mouth agape, you stared down at the crimson liquid that started to soak into your lilac tank top and onto your bare skin. “Oh my goodness, look at this!” Negan shouted happily. “You guys look at my dirty girl,”. He tsked. 

He stalked towards Rosita, placing the bat in front of her face. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight but quickly lowered her eyes. “Sweetheart,” he began, “Lay your eyes on this,”. Rositas’ eyes didn’t budge from where they had settled on. Negan was growing agitated. “Oh damn. Were you together?” Negan asked but Rosita still didn’t budge. “That sucks,” he added. “But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red and hell, he was, is and always will be red,” he spoke emphasizing on the ‘red’. ”He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take a damn look,”. He thrusted the bat in Rositas’ face.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Daryl shifting on his knees, preparing to get up. Panic rose in your chest and your mouth moved before you could stop it “leave her,”. Your voice was meek and you weren't sure he heard you until his footsteps grew closer to you. You looked up just as he squatted in front of you. Your eyes made contact and a wicked smile grew on Negans’ face. “Well hello there,” he spoke, his voice a lot softer than before. 

You gulped and felt Daryls’ hand on your stomach again. Negans’ eyes followed the movement of Daryls’ hand and he scoffed. “Don’t tell me this piece of shit is the father. He’ll ruin that baby,”. Before you could even register Negans’ words, Daryl was up and already punching him in the face. “No,” you yelled as a few men grabbed Daryl and dragged him to the floor. You went to get up but Michonne grabbed your arm, keeping you in place. 

Daryl was laying on the ground with a mans’ arm around his neck. He was grunting and breathing heavily. His eyes locked on you while a man named Dwight held Daryls’ crossbow to his own head. “Do you want me to do it? Right here,” Dwight asked Negan. Negan looked up at you as he grabbed a handful of Daryls hair and pulled his head back slightly. Daryl hissed in pain. “No. No you don't kill them, not until you try,” he answered. 

“Please let him go,” you whimpered. Negans’ grip on Daryl released and he sauntered over to you, kneeling once again. Daryl was thrashing and kicking on the ground, trying to get out of the Saviors’ grip but they didn’t budge. Your eyes drifted back to your bump once again. You were afraid to look at this man. He had just killed your friend with no remorse. Now he had your love pinned to the ground, his fate falling into Negans’ hands. All your fates in Negans’ filthy hands.

Negans’ grimy, gloved fingers gripped your chin tightly and angled your face so your eyes fell on him once again. His thumb gently caressed your cheek and it sent goosebumps down your spine. Not the good kind either. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he stated. You swore you could see a tinge of pink on his cheeks. “You really think he’s worth it?” he asked you. Your eyes hardened and you answered back with no hesitation “yes,”. He shook his head at your answer. “You’re stupider than you look,” he announced. “You can come back with me, be one of my wives and raise the baby in a safe environment, Together,” Negan suggested. Your response was to spit in his face. He closed his eyes while wiping his face.

He stood up and took one more look at you “sweetheart that was a bad idea,”. He motioned for his men to drag Daryl back in line. When he was next to you again you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips, placing a gentle kiss to his palm. 

“Now I already told you people, first ones free then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!”. Negans’ booming voice made you curl into yourself, shielding your stomach since you didn't know what was to come. “No exceptions. Now I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with but I’m a man of my word. First impressions are important, I need you to know me,” he stood right in front of you as his speech spilled from his lips. “And sweetheart,”. You looked up at him. “Your actions have consequences, so back to it,”. The bat was raised above his head and your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for it to make contact with your head but it never came. Instead the bat came down onto Glenns’ head. 

The scream that escaped from your throat hurt. Glenn was your first friend since the apocalypse. You two spent endless hours chatting. He knew everything about you and vice versa. He was your best friend. 

 Glenns’ last words were for Maggie. You hid your head in Daryls’ good shoulder as sobs racked through your body. Your group was paralysed as Rick was whisked away to the van with Negan. It felt like hours before they came back out. Negan was trying to get Rick to surrender and conform so he had Carl lay on the ground waiting for Rick to chop his arm off. Rick pleaded and begged and Negan told Rick he belonged to him. We all belonged to him.

“Today was a productive damn day,” Negan announced. “Now, I hope for your sake that you get it now, that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going on that is over now,”. Negan paused his movement. “Ah, Dwight load him up,”. Your eyes snapped to Negan then to daryl. “No! No,” you yelled, grabbing onto Daryl as Dwight pulled him off the ground. You were pulled to your feet as well, your fingers locked with Daryls’ and neither of you letting go. 

“Don’t take him! Please,” you begged. You felt arms snake around your waist and roughly separate your hand from Daryls’. He was dragged off to a van and roughly shoved in the back, the doors slamming shut when he was inside. You clawed at the hands around your waist. You were thrown to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you and you gasped for air. You felt a hand grip your hair and force your head back. Negans’ mouth was in line with your ear when he spoke “If you want to try something, today, tomorrow I will cut pieces off,” he paused and looked around. “Hell’s his name?” he asked. Someone responded with Daryl and Negan was in line with your ear again. “Daryl,” he whispered, to which you responded with a whimper. “I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep or better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me,” he threatened. He placed a kiss to your hair, lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. “I’ll be seeing you,” he promised as he released the grip of your hair and stood up. You remained on the ground.

“I’ll leave you sorry shits a truck, use it to cart all the crap you're gonna find me, until then ta ta,”. You rested your forehead on the gravel as all the various trucks started their engines and drove away. 

The tears started to fall not long after that, sob after sob fell from your lips. You felt hands on your back, picking you up so you sat on the gravel. The arms wrapped around you and pulled you into them, comforting you. You cried and cried. Cried for Abraham. Cried for Glenn. Cried for Daryl. You cried for your life and your unborn child's life. You wondered if you would ever see Daryl again. If your baby would ever know their dad. No, you knew you would see him again. You knew he would be here for your babys’ life. You knew it. You'd make sure of it.  Because Daryl was worth it.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon x reader

[grimesgirll]

hands bound behind your back, you don’t know why you thought you could get away with trying to poison negan.

“you ready to apologize yet?”

you haven’t said a word to negan since he plucked you out of your house after discovering your plot, blindfolding you, tying your hands behind your back, and fucking deporting you to the sanctuary for an indefinite period of time. yeah, you’re not wasting your breath on an apology.

the salt and pepper haired man doesn’t break eye contact with you. it’s a shame. you’d never say it out loud but negan's pretty attractive.

“darlin’, you almost took me out. with a fucking quiche!"

lips poised in a permanent frown, you stay silent. negan's not having this.

he draws a breath, drumming his fingers on the metal table. "silent act. expected that." he reaches under the table to yield that damn baseball bat. "you remember lucille, right?" you give the bare minimum of a nod when he barks your name. "you also remember putting anthrax powder in a quiche and serving it up to me, huh?"

your stare hardens. you really hadn't expected to get caught - hadn't expected that you'd be in this position in your wildest dreams. all because you wanted your freedom back.

"i gotta ask, where did you get the anthrax? that shit is hard to come by."

like i'd tell you, you snark in your head. this was not the time to relay the story of how you'd snuck out of alexandria for a night to hoof it up to a government building complex and scour the shelves of their lab for whatever sinister bioweapons had been left behind once the dead started walking.

"because if that was you, that would make you an extremely valuable asset.” his hand lands on lucille again. "i wouldn't mind having someone around to procure hard to find things like that for me.”

you give him another blank stare. why the fuck would you come to live and procure for the sanctuary? who does he think you are? the flair of your frustration is saved once again by your taciturn lips.

before you know it lucille is below your chin and you’re tilting your head back.

“what the fuck, negan?” you mumble, doing your best to stay still with the bloodstained bat in front of you.

“there we go,” he croons, hazel eyes demanding eye contact. “knew lucille could get you talkin’. girl to girl.”

you roll your eyes. “you caught me, negan. i’m not here to talk.”

“you wanna make me dinner every night, don’t ya’?”

you go tight lipped again.

“well, fat chance. i don’t trust your cooking anymore - no matter how delicious that quiche looked.”

exhaling, you squirm in your restraints. his antics are already tearing at your paper thin patience when he asks, “so, how are you gonna make it up to me, sweetheart?”

“send me home.” you plead. “i’ll go on supply runs for whatever you need - just don’t keep me here.”

“no, i want you here with me.” negan expresses, muscles tensing through his jacket. he drops lucille to the side. “you know, i think you’ll be a lot more useful here.”

you shake your head, confused as he leans down to begin undoing your restraints. “i don’t know how i could be here.”

a grin graces his lips. “don’t worry, doll, i know.”

your eyes widen at the implication when he adjusts his pants and the vitriol is coming back up again like word vomit.

“i wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, negan.”

you don’t expect him to burst into laughter.

“don’t lie to me, you’re not very good at it. i can tell you that.”

your face twists with a mixture of embarrassment and disgust. you’re disgusted with yourself for the eye contact you’re making with his groin.

“oh, i know you wanna, darlin’, don’t be shy.”

the binds that tied you to the chair fall away. you rub your wrists and observe as negan stalks across the room to the bed of all places. he sits on the plush mattress, legs spread.

“it’s up to you.” he shrugs. “you can deny yourself and stay in that chair and i can call for someone to take you down to the cells or….,”

all negan does is snicker when you begin working off his belt.

“i knew you would be a good girl for me,” negan confirms with a gentle hand guiding the back of your head as you take him into your hand and envelope him into your mouth.

filthy noises fill the air as negan takes his time fucking your mouth. at first he let you go at your own pace, lick up and down, devote time to the nerve endings at the tip of his cock, but one accidental gag from you and suddenly your nose is flush against his pelvis.

“yeah, baby, fuck i knew that mouth could do great things.”

you can only gag in response around him, doing your best to swallow and fight the burn but negan isn’t doing you any favors. he rolls his hips into your face, savoring the pure bliss that is your mouth.

“love seein’ those perfect fucking lips wrapped around my cock. wanted to see you like this from the first moment i saw you.” negan breathes with a hand dug into your hair.

his words shouldn’t be turning you on - not in the slightest. however, you start to feel a tingle beneath you and a pressure in your core. it doesn’t fade as you keep your jaw slack enough for the man to almost send his cock down your throat.

his thick length is cutting off your airway but for some reason your pussy is growing slicker beneath you. despite fighting off the coughing and trying to fit as much of negan’s larger - and girthier - dick into your mouth, you’re getting turned on by this farce.

you finally get into a rhythm and that’s when negan decides it’s time for the next course.

“‘kay, enough of that,” negan declares as he lets you up off of him.

before you know it, you’re sandwiched beside him on the plush, soft bed. you don’t have time to appreciate the satin pillowcase beneath your head because negan is yanking at your pant legs. “gotta get these off,” and soon he’s scraping down your panties. negan is on his elbows next to you and toying with your entrance when you squeeze your eyes shut.

you gasp when a finger’s inserted into you, then another with no warning.

“shit, baby. can’t believe you’re clenchin’ around just my fingers, babe.” negan remarks and curls his two digits, relishing in the way your face contorts at his every movement.

his firm fingers delve deeper into you, taking advantage of your exhales. every movement further screws you open and each wet noise paints your face an even deeper shade of red. the notion of caring gets lost when negan begins to play with your clit.

“gettin’ a lady boner, are ya’?” negan is sure to pay extra close attention to your sensitive nub. the pads of his fingers are instrumental in bringing on the wave of pleasure that overtakes you as you feel yourself let go in negan’s arms.

you’re so wrapped up in your orgasm that you barely notice his dick growing rock hard again between you.

your hands are on his chest, not banging against him like you should be but holding on for dear life as he edges his cock closer to your entrance. the breath leaves your chest when he begins to replace his fingers with his thick cock.

“negan!”

“oh, aren’t you a tight little thing.”

despite you being so “tight”, you still felt like you were being stretched out - no, impaled on his cock and he’s only a few inches in yet.

“you got a boyfriend, baby? not that it matters,” negan questions with an amused look as you struggle to contain your composure between him and his cock bullying into you.

“no,” you croak.

“good.” negan utters the word with a thrust. “couldn’t imagine sharin’ this pussy. not that i’d have to.”

you let out a tiny yelp and your breathing accelerates as he pushes in another inch further. it’s out of your control when he drives the rest of him into you and desperate for any kind of stability, you clutch at negan, not just with your hands on his broad shoulders.

“fuck! pussy feels like it was made for me, babe.”

if you were clearheaded, you would be mortified by the situation, but as long as negan resolves the pressure building up in your core again, he could tell you the two of you are moving to mars for all you care.

“please, negan.”

“what was that?”

“please!” you repeat and plead, over and over until his hips are flush with yours.

an accidental brush of his heavy head against your cervix has you whimpering into negan’s mouth when he takes a break from massaging your breast to kiss you. the heat is everywhere — it’s in your mouth, negan’s mouth, your core, all over.

“fuck, did you just come?”

you simply bury your face into his shoulder. thoughts fucked away, you struggle to register much else besides the mess you’ve made between your thighs.

“yeah, baby, you’re too horny not to have been thinking about this the entire ride here.”

your face lights up with shame - he‘s right. negan had wormed his way into your thoughts like a prion into your brain. every night since the handsome psycho first came around to collect your mattresses and firearms, you’d found yourself wishing he’d return your mattress to you personally just to fuck you into it.

“ugh, gonna have this sweet little pussy molded into the shape of my cock,” negan’s declaring between heavy swats to your rear.

“fuck,” you’re stuttering. “slow down!”

“how? this pussy’s just sucking me in.” negan exclaims, punctuating his words with another spank.

you’re white knuckling the bedsheets as your newest enemy pounds the thoughts out of you. you can’t even try to factor this encounter into your escape plan. the only thing on your mind should be the best way to manipulate the man jackhammering into you right now. but you can’t help but be affected by just how deep inside of you negan is; how he’s squeezing every filthy dumb whore noise out of you and hitting every nerve ending you have down there.

you guess this is better than your community being terrorized. maybe you can convince negan to give everyone their mattresses back.

glimpsing at him, negan is in ecstasy being balls deep in you right now.

and you’re no better.

disappearing in plain sight, you’re getting fucked from the inside out and being tipped into your third orgasm of the night. guilty pleasure coursing through you as you feel boneless. even more so when you feel a warmth pouring into you. barely recognizing the desperate whines that come out of you, you’re shifting your hips to meet his as negan fucks you through both of your orgasms.

coming back to earth, you gulp when you realize that he’s come inside of you. he has to be humane enough to allow you a plan b pill or something; this place is sordid enough, you know they have a stash pile of contraceptives somewhere.

the man slips out of you, spent after fucking your overloaded pussy senseless.

“want a cigarette? i think you deserve one after that.”

you glare at him. “no. i want to go back to alexandria and for you and your goons to fuck off.”

his hairy chest rises with laughter. he reaches for a pack of menthols and a lighter on the nightstand. “doll, you think you’re goin’ somewhere?” he shakes his salt and peppered head. “you and your people are gonna produce for me. got it?”

close lipped, you return his cocky grin with a death glare and crossed arms over your chest.

that doesn’t last long.

the man entraps you in his arms, wrapping them around you and bundling you up to his chest. he starts to ruffle your hair. “i really think you’re gonna wanna stay here.”

“fat chance, negan.”

“oh, honey,” he croons. “i’m not gonna give you a choice.” he whistles. “your grade a piece of ass isn’t walkin’ out of these gates anytime soon.”

#the walking dead #negan smith #negan smith x reader #negan smut #twd #twd dead city #dead city #negan x reader #twd negan #the walking dead negan #negan imagine #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm #not beta read #dub con #blowy #p in v sex #twd smut #still getting the hang of writing smut #negan is going to take some practice but thank you all for your faith in me🤍🫶 #kinda out of pocket for my first negan fic but eh #grimesgirll

[specialagentlokitty]

Negan x reader - trade skill

Hello. I was wondering if you could please do Negan X reader, where Negan is unable to find Lucille and thinks that someone has taken her. So he has people to search every area in Alexandria (I think it is), only to later find out that Y/N took Lucille in order to clean and repair her, and accidentally forgot to notify him. - Anon💜

You didn’t know why a lot of the saviours were taken to Alexandria, you had a thought maybe it had something to do with Rick not doing what he was supposed to be doing.

You weren’t all too sure but you didn’t really have the time to find out either, you were busy with your own project which is why you refused Dwight when he came to get you to go with him.

Was it the smartest choice?

Definitely not, and you knew you were going to get it in the neck from him and most likely Negan after, but you were always in some kind of trouble.

Sitting on your bed, you picked up the pair of wire cutters, carefully getting ready to cut the barbed wire.

You had already caught your arm once, you just tired a bandanna around it and carried on working.

You had to be careful, you didn’t was to break it, and you had to do everything exactly right otherwise you would be more screwed than you were going to be.

Setting the old barbed wire aside on the floor, you picked up the new one and looked at it.

It was a little rusted with the weather, but it was in a lot better condition than the other one.

Wrapping it around like the other was, you nodded to yourself a little.

Setting the bat aside, you got up, grabbing everything you had been using to fix it you shoved it into a box and left the room.

Making your way down to where the workers were, you walked over and set the box down.

“I’ve not used it all so I’m sure someone can get some use out of it.” You said.

The man looked up, nodding her head as she set the box on the floor.

Humming to yourself, you began to browse through the other things that were laid out on the table, looking for something of interest.

Finding nothing, you decided to head outside instead, looking for some part of a fallen tree or a decent sized branch for a new project.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

You looked to one of the other saviours.

“We got problem with the walkers out front, a few got free somehow.”

You sighed, stopped what you were doing and you pulled out your knife, following him to the front where some of the walkers were banging on the fence.

“You said a fucking few, this is a mini horde dumbass.”

He just shrugged and you glared at him.

“Go get the fucking pole idiot.”

He grabbed the pole and you tried to make quick work of clearing the walkers that were building up.

You heard the cars and trucks pulling up and you ignored it, stabbing the final walker in the head, you turned to the man who went to leave.

“Not so fast, you’re waiting here I’ll deal with your ass in a minute.”

Opening the gate, you walked through the bodies, maybe your way to the far end of the fence, slowly looking along it.

For the walkers to get in the gap would have had to be pretty big, so it wasn’t hard to finally find it.

Kneeling down, you carefully inspected the fence and grabbed some zip ties from your jacket to seal it temporarily for now.

Making your way back over you looked at Simon.

“Sort your dumbass out Simon, this fucker hasn’t been checking the fence, there’s a massive hole.”

“You fix things, you sort it.” He said.

“Not my job asshole.”

He stuck his middle finger up at you and you did the same thing, walking over to the doors to head back inside but you stopped by Dwight.

“What was the trip about anyway?”

He glanced at you.

“He’s pissed someone took that stupid bat of his, I’d stay clear.”

You slowly nodded your head and glanced at the leader.

You had three options, either sneak the bat back into his room, leave it somewhere for someone else or come clean.

You didn’t want someone else to take the heat for your actions, and you couldn’t exactly sneak it into his room so with a heavy sigh, you walked over to where he was stood.

“Negan?”

“What?” He snapped.

He turned around and glared at you and you subconsciously took a step back.

“I know where Lucille is…” you mumbled.

“Where?!”

“I uh… could you follow me?”

Negan didn’t say anything as he trailed behind you, and you took his to your room, opening the door and you gestured to the table.

He walked inside, picking up the bat, carefully inspecting it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with her?”

He slowly turned around and you stepped inside the room, closing the door so nobody passing by could look in.

“I uh.. I forgot to tell you…”

“What the fuck were you doing with her?” He growled out.

You sighed, heading under your table you pulled out a box and set it down, showing him to contents.

“I noticed that Lucille was breaking, and you left her on the table so I decided to fix her and forgot to tell you.”

“Why?”

You shrugged a little.

“I like fixing things a guess, plus you wouldn’t be Negan without Lucille.”

Negan stared at you and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, but you could feel his eyes practically burning into you.

You couldn’t tell if he was still angry or not, and part of you didn’t want to know.

At least if he wanted to kill you for taking his beloved bat then you wouldn’t see it coming so it would make it easier.

“Look at me.”

You took the box, setting it back under the table and began to inspect a few of your things, just doing anything to avoid looking at him.

“I said look. At. Me.”

You turned around, connecting your eyes with his, he wore a blank expression and you watched as he slowly began to grin.

It was that grin that sent a chill down your spine, the same grin that you knew was the last thing some people saw.

“She looks just as good as the first day I made her, shit (Y/N), if I knew you were so handy I woulda moved you ranks ages ago.”

He put the bat on his shoulder, stuffing a hand in his pocket as he looked at you.

“What do you want? Name me one thing and it’s yours.”

“Anything?”

“Damn straight.”

You went quiet for a moment.

“You got anything else I can fix?”

Negan blinked a little in confusion.

“I just gave you permission to ask for anything, anything you fuckin’ want, anything at all, and you want to fix shit?”

You shrugged a little and he laughed.

“Fucking weird as ball man, but alright. I got a few things for you, you’re to return them directly to me.”

“Yes sir.”

Negan began looking around at a few things you had already repaired and made.

It was why he kept you around at first, you were just handy when it came to fixing something that had broke.

He turned around to look over at you.

“How’d you know how to fix her?”

You paused what you were doing.

“My dad owned a repair shop, mostly just household shit, but he could fix up other crap too, loved baseball.”

Negan slowly nodded his head.

“Next time you take Lucille without asked I’ll start breaking fingers.”

“Understood.”

He smirked at you, and he picked up a little figurine you had fixed of a baseball player you didn’t even know the name to.

“I’m taking this too.”

With that he left and you let out a sigh of relief.

Maybe you shouldn’t have drawn more attention to yourself, but in the world it was now, you needed to have people you could rely on, so you needed to prove yourself to Negan if you wanted a chance of being kept around and surviving.

Maybe you didn’t agree with how he did things, but you sometimes had to do these things in order to survive

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