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chelseypprimrose · 9 months

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Farmer Wants a Mistress / farmer!negan x richbrat!reader / 18+ / AU

Summary: Living the good life since you married into money, you’ve become desensitised to the more simple ‘live off the land’ lifestyle of your sister. Her husband Negan sets out to teach a harsh lesson for you not to be so judgemental.

Warnings: infidelity, brat!reader, smut, rough sex elements, use of “hayseed hick” which are derogatory terms for a farmer, degrading terms, outside/forest sex, spitting, choking, negan is a warning in its self, mean!negan, slapping, dumbification (slightly), oral (male receiving), slight hint of dacryphilia

A/N: i need sedating, this GIF, oh my good LORD. fyi, i do not condone anyone looking down on another person for their profession/how much they work or earn, this is purely fiction and the needed attitude for the brat character/reader! also i’m telling you now, reader is a BRAT, like ‘Wild Child’ Poppy Moore level of brat, if that isn’t your thing, this probably isn’t the fic for you! 🤍

“god, i don’t know why i even let you drag me here, we are in the middle of nowhere.” you huffed, using the inflight magazine you’d taken from the flight to fan yourself off, unaccustomed to the sweltering heat of texas this time of year. your sister’s grip of the steering wheel got tighter, trying to hold her tongue at your obvious annoyance.

“i’m so sorry it’s such a inconvenience for you to visit your only sister, which by the way, you only do once a year.” she sniped back, rolling her eyes. adjusting your sunglasses on your nose, you stared out at the crop farmlands as you drove past, a vast difference to the city skyscrapers you were used to back home. “look, i’m just not the biggest fan of farms, or farm animals. they smell and it’s just too much work! why you ever let yourself marry into this, i’ll never understand.” you quipped back, throwing the magazine down into your lap as it wasn’t doing anything to help your rising body temperature.

like she had said, you only ever made the journey from new york to texas once a year to visit your sisters side of the family, granted it was only the two of them. her and her farmer husband, Negan, born into a farmer family himself, he’d taken over the land once his parents had moved on, settling for a smaller place, unable to keep working due to age. him and your sister had married a year after you and your own husband had, the two men couldn’t have been more different if they tried.

your own husband was a banker, giving you a penthouse apartment, what seemed like a unlimited supply of money and multiple trips away every year to the most luxurious resorts and locations. growing up poor and then overnight having more money than you knew what to do with had changed you, you wouldn’t deny that.

you couldn’t remember the last time you had bought anything that wasn’t designer, having your hair done monthly and various spa weekends, keeping yourself in tip top condition. you and her led very separate and different lives, you couldn’t help but feel like she’d got the short end of the deal, slaving away on a godawful ranch seven days a week.

she finally pulled up to the front of the farm, the slightly open window forcing you to smell the various animals that were loitering around outside of the barn next to the rustic-styled house. the exposed white wood of the front porch, multi-coloured chicken wind chime made of bamboo hung off the plinth of the patio, making small clinking noises from the slight wind that gathered up the dust of the grain. all these elements together started to remind you that you were far from your own home comforts of proper electricity and pleasant smells.

you opened your door, being careful not to step in the mud that was right under your feet, your stiletto heel digging into the soft ground. walking around to the back of the car, you opened the trunk, taking out your louis vuitton suitcase, stopping in your tracks when you realised you didn’t want to put it on the muddy ground. “have you got something you can take these in on?” you questioned, your sister looking at you in disbelief.

“jesus christ doll, it’s goddamn mud! it’ll wash off, don’t get your panties in a twist.” you whipped your head around to the bellowing deep voice, eyes setting on him as he made his way over to the car. you moved one of your hands off the handle of the suitcase to your hip to jaunt it out at him. “oh i’m sorry! let me just put my bag, that’s probably worth more than your house, on the dirty ground. i take pride in my possessions Negan.” you retorted, your sister sighing in defeat, taking the bag from your hand and walking with it towards the house. you took your sunglasses off your face, Negan now stood right next to you, his arm leaning on the side of the car, looking at you. dressed in his usual brown cowboy hat, opened mustard yellow flannel shirt with a slightly off white tank top underneath, cargo trousers with a thick black belt to keep them up. the long, black leather pendant sitting just above his naval.

“i always love when the city mouse comes to visit, you ready for a week in hell, princess?” he laughed, rolling around a toothpick between his pearly white teeth. not that you had anything against the man before he married your sister but he absolutely revelled in mocking you whenever you came to stay, you imagined he saw you nothing more than a spoiled little girl, not understanding that you just preferred the finer things, even if you were a bit of a snob when it came to his way of life. not that you really cared for his opinion on you. you’d imagine that if circumstances had been different, you would have been attracted to such a handsome man, if only he’d change that usual cowboy get up for a nice three piece suit.

“if it isn’t the hayseed hick himself, how are you darling?” you threw your insults right back at him, this was just how you communicated with each other, both of you had tongues as sharp as swords. you grabbed your other bag from inside the trunk of the car, moving to take it to the house before his large hand grasped over yours that was on the leather handle. “let me take it, wouldn’t want you to break a nail, princess.” Negan laughed, before using his other hand to close the trunk firmly, causing you to jump slightly out of its way. you followed closely behind him, Negan taking wide strides, his hips moving slightly as his forearm muscles tensed from the weight of your bag in his hand.

“did you pack for the month or something? jesus christ.” he managed to huff out, even with how strong he was, it felt like you’d put rocks in your bag. “not all of us can just take a toothbrush and clean boxers on holiday with us, Negan. not that you’d know much about that, furthest you ever go is the farmers market, is it not?” you bit back, using your hands to push your hair back out of your face, having to put your sunglasses back over your eyes to avoid the harsh dust from getting into your retinas. you pushed past him, walking up the steps to enter the house, a small grimace on your face as you remembered how much your sisters place looked like Dorothy’s house from the Wizard of Oz.

it was honestly like you’d gone through a time machine back to the 1900’s, your sister didn’t even have a TV in the place, no wi-fi or good working signal. Negan followed up behind you, almost denting your case with how harshly he’d placed it near the staircase. “jeez, be careful with that would you!” you exclaimed, picking it back up off the ground, starting to make your way up the stairs, heels making it a difficult feat. Negan started to laugh at you struggling, causing you to turn around to give him a death glare. “i’m glad this is funny to you, most men would be gentlemanly and help a lady with her bags.”

“i would doll, but i don’t see a lady here.” he continued laughing at you, your mouth dropped wide at his rude statement, slightly growling you stomped the rest of the way up the stairs to your assigned room you always stayed in when you came here. god, you couldn’t wait for this week to be over but it was only the start.

“god honey, i know you don’t like the way they do things but this is your sister! she’s family, you have to respect their lifestyle. you are a guest in their house.” you rolled your eyes, your husband clearly wasn’t getting how annoyed and stressed out you were. “i’m honestly trying! you come here and get woken up by a damn cockerel at five am in the morning and see if your still saying the same thing then!” you crossed your arms over your chest with your phone held up to your ear, angrily pacing back and forth on the porch, the only place you could get one bar of signal. it was no use telling your husband the grievances as he’d only been here once and he always seemed to forget how hellish that week had been for him, how he sighed a breath of relief once you got on the plane home.

“you’ve only got a couple more days until you’ll be back here with me, i’ll set you up a appointment with the spa, give you some time to relax, okay?” you smiled, almost jumping with glee. “oh thank you! god knows i’ll need it after being around all these horrid animals.”

“goddamn it!” you turned your head towards a very angry Negan, the hosepipe he’d been using had sprayed all over the front of his clothes, causing the wet fabric to stick against his abdomen. he grabbed the bottom, whipping it over his head, using his strong hands to wring the water from the top. the veins in his arm were in full motion, you could see his muscles flexing, his toned abdomen now on display. the light of the sun caught his frame just right, the hot temperature making the light sheen of sweat mix with the water he’d just got all over his torso. you couldn’t take your eyes off his body, like a mirage in the desert. you’d never found yourself looking at him this way, his dirty mouth turning you off him from the very second he opened it but silent like this, he was a vision.

he could feel a pair of eyes on him, his gaze shooting up to look towards you. “honey? honey? are you still there?” you snapped back into reality, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in your throat. you turned your back to Negan with a quickness, heat reaching your cheeks as you realised you’d been caught gazing at him. “yeah, i’m here.” you answered your husband.

Negan softly chuckled to himself, already coming up with a rolodex of new material to tease you with.

two days, two days was all you had left to endure before you could take your leave and go back to new york. while you’d like to say you’d had a pleasant experience, that would be far from the truth. your sister had convinced you to do some grunt work while you’d been here and out of sheer boredom due to the lack of entertainment here, you’d begrudgingly agreed.

this had resulted in being bitten by a chicken when trying to retrieve its eggs, causing Negan to nearly die with laughter as you yelped out, a small trail of blood seeping from your finger. he’d took your delicate hand in his rough one to assess the damage, claiming you were being a big baby about it, giving a small kiss to it which made you freeze up at his inappropriate action. you felt it was more just to make you feel more embarrassed, knowing he loved to do things to antagonise you even further. you’d yanked your hand out of his, giving a small noise of disgust before stomping away from him to get a plaster.

you’d been given the more easy task of brushing the horses, claiming you didn’t want to get bitten again and your sister swore the horses were completely domesticated and not prone to acts of aggression.

you’d nearly finished when you saw Negan coming over to you, that small arrogance in the way he sauntered around this place. “any more injures happen today doll?” he asked, leaning on the barn doorway, that usual toothpick in his mouth. you sighed, dropping the brush back in the tack box and crossing your arms over your chest. “no, nothing for you to make fun of me today, i’m afraid.” he pushed himself off the doorframe, taking a couple steps towards you. “come on doll, let’s go for a ride. i need to go and get more firewood from the forest, live a little. i tell you, having the wind blowing past you when you are on the back of these magnificent animals, no feeling like it in the world.” your eyebrow raised a little, you were actually considering it for a good while.

you sighed, not like you had anything better to do. “okay fine! only if you do the actual work. i don’t feel like getting my hands dirty.” you agreed, letting him walk past you to get the riding saddles and strapping them to the horse. he did it with ease, stepping up with his large boot to get his foot into the stirrup, his long leg being thrown over the horses back. he put out his arm to help pull you up on the horse behind him, you’d hadn’t realised how close your groin would have been to his back with you sitting behind him, the feeling making your body betray you with how good it felt to be so close to him.

he started at a slow pace, guiding the horse out of the open stable door, setting off for the wood that you could see vaguely in the distance at the back of the farmland. you’d been holding onto the metal bar that was at the back of the saddle before Negan let out a laugh. “hold on doll!” your face contorted into confusion before Negan gently applied pressure into the horse with his leg causing it to accelerate into a fast gallop. you slightly squealed, taking your hands off the bar and threw your arms around his torso, nearly in death grip, scared of coming off the animal with how much bouncing around you were doing. your hands linked around the front of him, you could feel the hard abdomen muscles underneath his tank top, you knew he’d done this on purpose to either annoy you or try and get you to come off the horse.

the leather underneath you kept rubbing against your core, the bouncing causing your clit to keep hitting the seat, a small wetness gathering on the material of your panties underneath your flowy dress. well, at least horse riding was good for something, you thought to yourself.

you’d finally got into the wood, Negan bringing the horse to a stop, dismounting with you still on the back, tying the reign to a small stump of a tree. “can you help me get off please?” you asked, looking down at how far you were above the ground, getting a little nervous at getting off by yourself. “move your legs to the side and jump down, don’t worry doll, i’ll catch you.” he reassured you, his arms coming out, his fingers moving in a ‘come here’ motion, that stupid grin on his face at your obvious nervousness.

you brought your right leg to the other side of the horse, your palms digging into the saddle, you made no move to jump off, slightly worried about Negan actually catching you. he huffed, grabbing you by your thighs, causing you to let out a slight scream before he pulled you off the horse, his hands sliding from your thighs, trailing up your bodies sides as you slipped down from the height.

your legs were now wide open, your feet finally meeting the ground, Negan’s hands still placed on your waist as you looked up at him. you realised he was still touching you, before you pushed his hands off you, smoothing out your dress. “thank you but i was just about to jump down myself, i didn’t need you to manhandle me, farmer boy.” you snapped, walking away from him to pet the animal. he slightly chuckled, while moving to grab the axe from the satchel that was strapped to the horse.

“sure you were, princess.”

you’d been here for around half a hour, helping Negan by putting the chunks of firewood in the bag on the back of the horse. your hands were red from gripping the wood, trying to avoid getting any splinters, causing you to be quite slow at packing it away.

“you do know, you could go a bit faster doll, we’ll be out here until nightfall if not.” you rolled your eyes at his taunting. “i don’t want any further injuries thank you.”

he growled, obviously annoyed at how unwilling you were to pick up the pace. “look, you might be able to sit around doing absolutely nothing back in your fancy palace at home but i’d rather not get my ass chomped by whatever creature could be lurking in this place, so just pick up the pace, please.” you scoffed, turning around to face him, he had the axe in both hands, his hip slightly twisted to face you. “no, you look! i don’t know what kind of impression you’ve gathered in your head of me, but.. yes i don’t do much work, yes i’d rather play the pretty housewife than go out and bend over backwards for work. if that makes me lazy, then so be it. i can’t help i have a taste for a easier way of life.”

it was now his turn to scoff at you, he threw the axe down to the ground, taking large footsteps towards you, you back yourself up against a tall tree behind you, the sharp bark of it digging into your skin a little. he towered over you before bringing his face closer to yours, his arm just above and slightly to the side of your head, resting on the tree.

“you mean your pretty little life of faking orgasms for your dear clueless husband? faking pleasure so you can continue to use him for his precious fucking money, that the easier way of life you are talking about?” he taunted, you screwed your face up in anger, how dare he?!

“excuse me? how dare you make your false assumptions about my marriage?! who do you think you are?!” you shouted out at him, taking your hands off the bark of the tree to try and push him away from you. not even moving him a inch due to his strong frame, he grabbed your wrists, forcing your hands above your head, digging them into the rough surface.

“oh give me a fucking break sweetheart, you think i didn’t notice the way you looked at me the other day. looked like a damn fucking dog in heat, you need a proper man like me to teach you some fucking manners. the way you look down at me from your ivory tower, i’ve kept the peace for your sisters sake but now i’m getting fucking tired of it, princess.”

“i don’t know what the hell you are talking about! like i’d ever look at your hillbilly ass like that, Negan, you must be joking!” you slowly laughed, truth not really following your words and he could tell. he gave a gravely laugh back, he moved his hand off your wrist, now applying more pressure with the remaining one so you couldn’t move. he moved his other under the skirt of your dress, fingertips brushing your inner thigh.

“let’s take a wager doll, if your panties ain’t fucking soaking for me right now, i’ll let you go. if they are? well, you’re going to get a lesson in basic southern hospitality from good ol’ Negan, let’s see shall we?” you tried to come up with some sort of smart mouth retort, the pure lust in his tone had you silent. his fingertips finally moving over the lace of your panties, his mouth moving to a wide grin when he did indeed find that the material was absolutely soaking wet.

“well, well, well? would you look at that?” he moved the lace to the side, now running his fingers up and down your folds, his fingertips now slick with your juices.

“don’t fucking flatter yourself, farmer boy. i just haven’t had any in months.”

the hand he used to hold your arms quickly pulled off, a slight slap to your cheek, the skin underneath turning red at the motion before he grasped your chin roughly.

“you still never fucking learn do you, you fucking slut. wet over your sisters husband, ain’t so prim and proper now, are you? now i think the only way to finally shut you up is to stuff that pretty fucking mouth with my dick, get on your fucking knees.”

his voice dark, you swallowed hard to be rid of the lump in your throat. he whipped you around so his back was now against the tree, pushing down on your shoulders to get you to your knees, his large frame now looking even more scary looking up at him. he unbuckled his belt, undoing the button of his cargos to pull out his impressively large and already hard cock.

you cried out, small tears leaving your eyes at his size, it was bigger than you’d had before and the thought of it being inside you, scared you to death while also causing your panties to get even wetter.

he laughed, grasping your hair roughly into a painful, makeshift ponytail. “keep those tears coming princess, just makes you even sexier, down there on your knees for me, now open that fucking slutty mouth, i’ve got a present for you.” he grasped the base of his dick, his fingers pulling your hair even more as he guided his cock towards your mouth. you reluctantly opened as wide as you could, the salty precum meeting your tastebuds.

“goddamn! ain’t that the prettiest sight i’ve ever seen!” Negan grunted out, his hips rocking forward to force more of his cock down your throat, the whimpers coming from you making him hiss in pleasure. your spit gathered at the base of him, getting caught in the soft hair there. he was enjoying the sight of you softly crying on your knees for him.

he kept himself buried at the back of your throat, keeping you struggling to breathe, coughing and gagging around his length, Negan throwing his head back at how good your mouth felt wrapped around him like he was. your mouth bobbed up and down against him, you tongue tracing the underside of his length, as he rolled his hips, looking down at you, savouring seeing you completely obedient to his control.

he pulled himself out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe, your throat and jaw burning with the force he’d had held you at.

he forced you up by your hair, moving you over to a large, jagged rock, your back forced against the cold surface.

“spread those pretty legs for me, slut. i want to see how wet you are for me.”

you moved your legs open for him, your feet coming to rest on the side of the rock, knees bent. Negan pulled your dress up to bunch around your torso, he yanked the top of it down, exposing your tits to the cold forest air. he grasped one in his hand, flicking your nipple, giving it a harsh slap afterwards. you yelped at the pleasurable pain of it, your breathing becoming ragged and unsteady. moving your panties to the side again as he had before, he gathered saliva and spat right on your core, the dirtiness of the action causing you to moan. giving a slap to your pussy, you whimpered at the pain that shot through your chest, head thrown back before he threw your leg over his shoulder, pulling your head back by your hair to meet his eyes.

“none of that doll, i want you to look at me while i stretch this pretty pussy out. look at it squeezing for me, begging for me.”

Negan hardened his grasp on your leg, holding on to it, he released your hair to run a finger up your pussy, your juices collecting on them as he bought them up to his mouth, sucking on them.

“you taste fucking divine princess, i’d eat this pretty little pussy all day but you don’t deserve that do you? you need putting in your place, this ain’t meant to be enjoyable for you, now is it?”

he lined up at your opening, letting no time go to waste before he entered you, filling you up to the hilt. you softly moaned when his hips snapped against yours, tightening yourself around his length, the pleasure nearly too much for you to handle. your back scraping against the uncomfortable rock, knowing you’d have cuts afterwards but you were too focused on the situation at hand.

“goddamn princess, absolutely squeezing me, this is what you wanted isn’t it. you may not respect my lifestyle but you couldn’t wait for me to teach you a fucking lesson could you?”

you could only moan, his hand that wasn’t on your leg coming down to wrap around your throat, thumb pressing down on your windpipe, restricting your breathing. it would have scared you, but in a funny way you trusted Negan to guide you through the experiment of a intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

his thrusts built up in not only speed but aggression as well, your body contorted into a curve as he pulled you to meet your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, biting on your lower lip as his hand still wrapped your throat. your arms gripping onto his broad shoulders, pressing down your nails into his tanned skin.

“i can feel how wet you are, you slut. come on princess, i want to feel you soak my fucking cock.”

your mind was hazy, absolutely cock-drunk from this man, never had you had such pleasure in your marriage, never realising how much the thought of being used would light such a unknown fire inside you.

“nega-negan i’m going to cum, please, can i cum?” you begged, your voice almost stopped as he rammed into you, the pressure on your throat causing your begging to come out as a broken set of words. the thought of something or someone coming along and seeing your sisters husband and you in such a precarious position made your mind run at a thousand miles a hour.

“go on you slut, come all over my cock, i wanna see those pretty eyes roll back into that empty fucking head of yours.”

that was all the permission you needed as you let yourself go, your body trembling, overwhelming pleasure as the shame of what you just allowed your sisters husband to do to you washed over your brain. it was the first time you’d ever squirted in your life, your juices dripping over Negan’s cock as he followed close behind you to his own release.

he came himself with a loud grunt, small whimper mixed in as well. “yeah, let me fill that tight pussy up, want myself dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day princess.”

he let go of your throat, you both trying to catch your breath, your task being harder than his as his choking had almost cut off your circulation. he leaned against your leg, watching as his seed started to slowly spill out of you, laughing at the sight.

“that is fucking gorgeous, look at that! have you learnt your lesson doll?” you weakly nodded, your eyes meeting his.

maybe you could stretch to a couple more visits a year.

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sanctuarysubmissive · 2 months

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Attempt #1, tracing and coloring characters from Here’s Negan together for my own fantasy purposes. I finally stopped limiting myself to what I could freehand. I have no idea what I’m doing with the markers and whatnot, but I’m loving it.

Again, not my original artwork. I own nothing here.

#negan #daddy negan #negans thirst squad #twd negan #TWD #the walking dead

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pedroscurls · 2 years

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Title: Control

Character(s): Negan and Reader Summary: You and Negan have the same temperament, and when you both get into an argument, it is always a battle of power and control that ultimately leads to angry, rough, dominant sex. In this instance, who wins the argument? Word Count: 1,077Warning: SMUT!!! Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I know it has truly been such a long, long time, but I have missed writing. Thank you to the anon who sent in this request. I hope it turned out okay! Enjoy!

“You belong to me.” Negan said, staring deeply into your eyes. The smirk was long gone from his lips. His jaw was clenched. His grip on Lucille tightening and the whites on his knuckles appearing from its clench. “Do I need to fucking remind you?”

You rolled your eyes. You had known Negan long before the apocalypse, even helped him cope with his wife’s death, but with the same temperament, arguments were always inevitable. It was always a battle of dominance between the both of you. At this point, keeping score was useless; you both had your fair share of winning arguments.

“Oh no, not at all. You spew that bullshit to everyone in this place, so it’s kind of hard to forget,” you replied sarcastically.

“I need to fucking keep order in here, or else people will die.”

“Right. Like you are the only one able to keep them safe.”

“I am!” Negan yelled. “These sorry fucks wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me!” He advanced towards you, his eyes never deviating from yours.

“And who saved you?”

“Oh, fuck you.” Negan cornered you, resting Lucille against the wall. He stepped forward until his chest was pressed against yours; your back pressed against the wall. It always started this way. The argument starting as a yelling match and leading into angry, rough sex.

“You need to realize that when it comes to me, I’m not just some person you saved.” Your eyes bore into his. You noticed the darkness in Negan’s eyes and even without a response from him, you knew where his mind had gone. There was a moment of silence, staring into each other’s eyes and reliving plenty of memories from the past. You both were breathing heavy and with your back against the wall and Negan mere inches away from your face, anger soon turned into lust.

All of a sudden, Negan’s strong hands grasped your hips and pulled you flush against him. You gasped and in that moment, Negan knew he had broken down your walls and you had forgotten just exactly what you two were arguing about.

“From the way you’re looking at me, I think it’s safe to say that you do fucking belong to me,” Negan grinned.

“Oh, shut up!” You tried to squirm away from him, but instead, he turned you around with your back now facing him. Without hesitation, Negan gently pushed you against the wall and you put your hands out in front of you to brace the soft impact. He grabbed the waistband of your jeans and roughly tugged it down with your panties. You were exposed for Negan, waiting impatiently.

“Negan…” You begged.

“Goddamn, I love the way you say my fucking name.” You could hear movement coming from behind you and you turned your head to take a look. You noticed Negan undoing the belt on his pants and pushing it down his legs. Suddenly, his erected member sprang free. You gasped, awaiting for what was to come. After the brief argument, you knew Negan was going to be rough and you couldn’t wait.

Negan pushed his foot out to gently spread your legs, which you willingly did for him. Instead, you pressed your hands against the wall and bent over for him, pushing your backside eagerly against him. You could feel the warmth of his member pressing against you, pulsating and throbbing.

“You want this bad, don’t you?” Negan said, grasping his member and running the tip along your slick opening.

“Negan, please…”

“Wow, what a fucking treat! I didn’t even have to ask you to beg and here you are, already doing it.”

“Negan!” You exclaimed impatiently.

“Say it then…” He pushed his tip inside of you, which caused you to gasp, but before you could take control and push back against him to allow him to enter you completely, you felt him pull away.

“Negan, stop playing around…”

“Oh, baby, I’m not. Say it. Who do you fucking belong to?” He continued the movements of running his tip along your slit, sliding into you just enough to give you a taste and then pulling back, leaving you empty, wet, impatient, and frustrated.

“No,” you replied. “Just fuck me.”

“Mm… Where are your manners, baby? You want it so bad, then fucking say it.” Negan suddenly slammed into you, feeling your tight walls surround his length, but before either of you could enjoy it, he pulled away. You let out a frustrated sound and suddenly turned around to face him.

Negan was smirking, slowly stroking his length as his eyes raked over your exposed lower half. Instead, you kicked away your jeans and removed your shirt and bra. Negan couldn’t help but watch you undress, feeling himself leaking at the sight of you.

“You are goddamn beautiful,” he commented.

You didn’t reply. Instead, you pushed him back against the bed, watching the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and ultimately falling back.

“I get a show and you are going to ride me? Fuck me!” Negan grinned, removing his white shirt and tossing it over the bed.

“Shut up,” you said. “You belong to me.”

Negan widened his eyes. The sudden urge to take control appeared and he pulled you to him, your body falling on top of his. You tried to grab his hands to place above his head, but he wasn’t letting up. Instead, he rolled over and placed himself between your legs while grasping your wrists with one hand and pressing them on the bed above your head.

“I think you’re mistaken. For the amount of times you’ve been on your knees for me, I’d say you belong to me,” Negan growled. With his free hand, he reached down and let his fingertips run across your wet slit. You gasped, your body shuddering for more contact.

“It’s all for show,” you retaliated. “At the end of the day, Negan, we both know you would do anything for me.” You stared deeply into his eyes, feeling his fingertips dance across your wet heat.

Negan’s eyes softened for a moment. While this was all fun and games, you and Negan both knew that there was love between you. Unspoken love, but love nonetheless.

“Mmm, I guess you fucking win…” Negan moved his hands to rest near your head, keeping his eyes locked onto yours and slowly sliding himself into you. “This time at least.”

#jeffrey dean morgan #jdm fanfiction #negan #the walking dead imagines #twd one shot #twd fanfiction #story: control #negans thirst squad #negan imagines #negan x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead one shot #twd fandom #nts fics

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negansbackdoorwhore · 2 years

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Can I have a story where negan meet his new female boss?

this was fun!

Warnings: flirting, swearing

Negan Smith was quite the character to appear in the school. He was the newest coach hired and you got a glimpse of him but weren’t all impressed. Mostly because you were an administrator in the school. The time finally came to meeting him when there was a teacher’s conference.

It took place in the cafeteria and you were trying to be early and accidentally got bumped by the coach. It would’ve been fine if it didn’t cause your coffee to spill on you.

“Shit! I’m so sorry uh….”

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N.” You growled out as you watched him pick up the trash.

“I’m coach Smith.”

“I know, I’ve seen you just never met you before.”

“Well this a fucked up way of meeting.”

“Would you watch your mouth, we are in a school.”

“Hey now. I’m sorry but there’s no kid in sight ma’am.” You groaned and could feel the stain on your shirt growing worse.

“This is such a mess.”

“Do you want to wear my sweatshirt? I’ve got a shirt underneath.”

“No thanks. It’d be inappropriate.”

“It’s also inappropriate to show up to the conference in just a bra right?” You swore under your breath just gave in to his offer, he removed his sweater and you could see his “Seahawks” shirt underneath. You rolled your eyes at his wink and quickly changed in the nearest bathroom. Shockingly, he waited for you.

“You could go now.”

“Whatever you saw ma’am.” He smirked as he led the way to the cafeteria. Upon entering majority of the staff was there already. But as you placed your journal down your fellow staff members crowded by you.

“Why are you wearing that?”

“I spilled coffee on myself, no thanks to our new Coach.”

“Really? We thought maybe…” Your face turned red as you knew what they thought.

“No! He ran into me and just gave me this to wear so I wasn’t here half naked okay!” You ran a hand down your face and could feel his eyes from across the room. You felt annoyed as some of the staff was going on and on about how hot he was. But his first impression on you was definitely a damper.

You carried on with the conference and like usual it was boring, but for whatever reason Coach Smith had his eyes glued on you. You just wanted it end. Thankfully it ended quickly. As you packed your things into your bag, the coach approached you.

“I’m guessing you heard what people thought?”

“Yeah I did. And obviously it’s people reading into dumb things.”

“Dumb? You think us fucking would be dumb?”

“Watch your mouth!” You said in a high pitched tone and turned red at what he muttered.

“Yes ma’am.” He said wearing an arrogant smile. You shook your head and took off away from him.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

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I miss this Negan tbh.

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HI! We just posted chapter two chapter one did pretty great this one is more on Daryl we’ve decided it was gonna be a love triangle. EVERYONE IM THE STORY IS 18+. So don’t bash us. Ok? Love y’all

“Dixon just take the damn Pop Tart.”

he narrowed his eyes and made the slightest hint of a smirk, “How do I know it ain’t poisoned?”

You rolled your eyes and took a bite, “it’s perfectly safe, just stale.”

he put his hand up in a playfully dismissive way, “No tellin’ how long it’s been out there,”

a smile crept it’s way onto your face, and you pushed his shoulder, “Come on, there’s probably not even a real fruit in this thing, and it’s sure as hell better than the cat food I know Dwight has been giving you.”

You had a soft spot for Daryl, you met each other the first day he was taken as your dads prisoner, and you’ve been drawn to him ever since, you hated the way he was treated even if he had wronged your dad in some way, nobody deserved to be locked in a dark room, forced to listen to the same mind numbing song everyday, and only given food for literal animals.

Daryl wasn’t much of a talker, especially when you first met him, it was like trying to talk to a brick wall, but he’s warmed up to you now.

you leaned your shoulder on his and gestured the pop tart to him one more time, he reluctantly took it from your hands, and slowly raised it to to his mouth, as he took a bite and chewed it you let out a deep breath, “We stopped by Alexandria last month,”

You couldn’t see daryl everyday, you were always with your dad, like the holster on his hip, but you always made sure to see him when you could. He paused, “How is everyone?”

you looked at the ground then back up at Daryl and laughed awkwardly, “I got into a fight with Rick’s kid.”

Daryl dropped his head, the tiny flashlight you brought into the room wasn’t helpful at illuminating any kind of detail at all, but through his shaggy hair you saw the profile of his mouth curl into a smirk, “Little shit. He say somethin’ that caused it?”

you nod as you started to recall the event, “He insinuated that I can’t think for myself, and that i’m a coward, I didn’t like it.”

There was a small silence, and instead of causing another argument by insisting Carl was in the wrong and you were right, you broke it with a joke, “ I mean, would a coward go behind her dads back to give his prisoner a stale Pop Tart? I don’t think so!”

he thought of his next words carefully, “I don’t think you’re a coward but I think you’re scared.”

At this point nothing scared you anymore, you were desensitized, “What do you mean by that?”

He shrugged, “You’re scared of your dad,”

your brows furrowed and the gears in your head started to turn. You loved your dad, and you loved being his right hand man, his pride and joy, his princess, his best friend, and the thought of ever damaging that relationship and destroying his trust in you tore you up inside, it did scare you. You started to feel nauseous. The thought of your dad ever finding out about you coming in to see Daryl made you feel faint.

Daryl was more emotionally intelligent than he let on, and he rested his hand on your shoulder, and it was straight electricity, your mind snapped into the moment, and his hand on you. You place your hand over his, and the silence eased the tension, “Were you ever scared of your dad?”

He slightly hesitated, “Wasn’t in my life much, but I was scared of my brother in the same way.”

You didn’t have any siblings, and after your mom died your only rock was your dad. This love and fear became confusing, you always thought you were his exception and not the rule.

“Will I always be scared of him?”

Daryl closed his eyes, “Until you show him you’re his equal, he will always hold fear over you.”

Your 18th birthday was a few months ago but age in this world meant little to

nothing. You knew how mature you had to be in order to survive, and you’re past the age where you have to be fully independent. You had to know how to survive alone, you can’t let anyone have control over you even if it’s your dad.

you took Daryl’s hand and lifted it off your shoulder, you rubbed your thumb over the back of his rough hand for a moment before placing it back into his lap, you picked yourself up and took your flashlight with you. You look back down at him and give him a genuine smile, “Until next time, Dixon.”

You cracked the door and checked for anyone in the hallway, all clear, you slipped out and made sure to lock the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief and started to walk back to the direction to your room.

Something caught you off guard and yanked on your arm and dragged you into an empty corridor. Your fight or flight instincts kicked in and you immediately used your free arm to throw a punch aimlessly on your attacker, he swore quietly before he dropped you. After you collect yourself, you looked up and recognized the disfigured face looming over you, “Dwight?! What the fuck?! don’t fucking put your hands on me like that!”

He rolled his eyes, “Why were you in there? Talking to the prisoner?!”

You shrugged, “You must be seeing things because I wasn’t.”

He straightened his posture, “I know what I saw.”

you laughed in his face, “Who the fuck are you?!”

with a bored expression he states matter of factly, “I’m Negan. Who are you?”

You nodded and crossed your arms. Every other time you’ve answered that question it was a no brainer, no hesitation ever, but this time you did, you actually hesitated. “I’m Negan.”

your tone wasn’t convincing and Dwight raised an eyebrow, before he softened his stance and expression, “You’ve been like a sister to me y/n, what’s going on?”

You sighed a breath of relief, “You have to swear on the other side of your face that you won’t tell my dad.”

He nodded, “You know I don’t want to talk to your dad anything unless I have to, so tell me, what’s going on?”

You closed your eyes and unload everything, from the talks with Daryl and the new feelings about your dad, and how you want to decide things you previously let your dad decide for you.

“That man is cold blooded, but he loves you more than he loves power.”

You looked into Dwights face for some kind of an answer, “Do people not separate me from him? I do things without his call all the time.”

He chuckled, “All of ‘YOUR’ calls are made with him in mind all the time, when you do make a decision, you somehow mention him eventually. You never travel without him, if he goes you go.”

That statement could be reversed of course, anywhere you went he followed. Ever since your mom died you didn’t like being away from each other, but maybe the first step to being fully independent was distance, but how could you ever come up with a way to not go where he went? you looked at the time on your watch, “It’s almost dinner time, I gotta go.”

You freshened up quickly in your room. You fixed your hair and washed the dirt and sweat from your face. You stared at yourself in the mirror and all you could see was the similarities between you and your dad. You studied the healing scrape on the side of your face from the scuffle you had with Carl, it wasn’t deep enough to leave a permanent scar, but it was large enough that it would take awhile to heal.

The more you thought about Carl, the more your hatred for him grew. You hated how smug he was, you hated his accusations, and you hated how you couldn’t get his dumb face out of your dumb head. For some reason you wanted to see him again, to put your hands on him, but it didn’t change the fact you hated him. It didn’t matter what feelings you had about him, your father would never let you develop anything but a strict business relationship. THERE IT WAS AGAIN, Your father influencing all your decisions, you always put him first.

Why is he the biggest part of your life and who are you?

You heard a knock at the door and you already knew it was him, “Come in!”

you plastered a quick smile on your face when he opened the door, “Hey sugarcake, I’ve been busy all day and I haven’t been able to talk, what have you been up to?”

You thought of the quickest lie you could, “I finished my chores and then I read all day, I started a new book!”

You were always a reader, even before the world ended you always had a book in your hand, and even now, they were your escape from how shitty your reality was.

“You’re gonna run out of books here pretty soon at the rate you’re going,”

You would raid every library in the world before that ever happened, “I’ll just have to write my own stories then.”

Your dad pulled you into a hug, his presence was always comforting, and his hugs were soothing, and nothing would ever change that, even if you wanted to make changes about yourself. “Hey Dad?”

“Yeah sugarcake?”

“Do we have any booze? I never got an official 18th birthday.”

He pulled away, “Oh shit, you’re right! When I celebrated my 18th birthday I went Crazy! I got drunk, spent way too much money on lottery tickets, bought a playboy, and then I smoked my first cigarette with my pops.”

As he looked back on his good days you walked to the couch in your room and picked up your burgundy leather jacket, “I know we don’t keep lottery tickets or playboys, but can I have a drink and a smoke with you?”

He smiled and sighed, “I guess it’s your right of passage, that is, you think you can handle yourself?”

You pushed him playfully, “pshh, I’m your kid, I can handle a few drinks,”

He raised his eyebrows, “We’ll just have to see, you know I used to be a bit of a party animal,”

you rolled your eyes, “let’s go, we can’t be late for dinner.”

After dinner and after you and your dad said goodnight to everyone, you both headed up to the roof, and took a seat over the ledge, you both looked up at the beautiful stars. He rolled a cigarette using an old bible page and handed it to you. he rolled another one for himself.

He placed the cigarette in his mouth so you mirror him, he pulled out his lighter and leaned over to you and cupped his hand on one side of the cigarette, he flicked the lighter and as soon as the end started to burn he moved the lighter over to his mouth, “Inhale,”

When you do the smoke entered your mouth and down to your throat, it caught you off guard and burned your throat, you started to cough uncontrollably, your eyes watered and you couldn’t catch your breath. Your dad started to laugh just as hard as you were coughing, “I forgot what it’s like to be a kid trying to be a grown up, is that everything you dreamed of darlin’?”

You caught your breath “I am grown!”

your dad looked up at the stars and smiled, “Your mom would’ve killed me if she was here. she was always against any kind of smoking, and she didn’t drink much. Before you were born, and I would have a cigarette, she’d spray me with a water bottle.”

you took another puff, and this time inhaled correctly, and exhaled the smoke, “I miss her so much.”

Your dad took out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from his bag and unscrewed the top, while he poured out the two glasses he spoke in a sorrow tone, “Me too kiddo. everyday I see you I see her. living without her has been a special kind of torture, I don’t know what i would do if I lost ever you too.”

Your heart broke. You knew what he meant: physically losing you, like getting bitten, or taken. Your mind started wondering what he’d do if he lost you in another way, like growing apart or betraying each other’s trust, and it ate you up inside. You couldn’t do that to him.

He handed you the glass and raised his in a toast, “To Lucille!”

You clinked his glass, “To mom!”

you both took a sip and the warmth slid down your throat, the taste made you gag, and he laughed once more, “you don’t have the taste yet. If you wanna keep up then you’re gonna have to shoot it like it’s medicine,”

you inhaled another drag off your cigarette and braced yourself for this shot, he raised his glass to his mouth, “on three. one… two.. three!”

And at the same time you both took the shot, you made a mistake and held it in your mouth for a second before swallowing and the taste coated your entire mouth and your face contorted into pure disgust. Your stomach churned as you felt the liquid fire settle inside, he patted your back, “you have to swallow immediately, want to try again or are you done?”

You coughed before shaking your head, “Another round old man!”

he raised his eyebrows before pouring another round, you clinked glasses once more and this time you tilted your head back and shallowed instantly, The warmth filled your entire body, it was oddly comforting, “Another one!”

after two more shots your mind became foggy and all you could do was laugh, your dad was holding himself together but your bones became jelly, he helped you get off the ledge.

You laughed the hardest you’ve ever laughed, and everything was hilarious, you start to dance around the roof, “I feel so alive!”

your dad started walking over to you, “come dance with me!”

he took your hands and you both started to dance with no music, he was nowhere near as drunk as you, but he was getting loose, you were both twirling each other around and singing and laughing.

you started to feel dizzy, then sick, you drop your dads hands and run back to the ledge, your dad following short behind you, you start to to gag and he immediately grabbed your hair, and you throw up your dinner. Your dad patted your back and soothed you until you finished, “that was so quick!”

you said, your words slurred together,and you started to laugh all over again. your dad put your arm over his shoulder, “yeah, it’s time for you to get to bed sugarcake,”

he started to walk and you shuffled along side him, “hey dad?”

he looks down at you, “yeah darlin’?”

“what does a hangover feel like?”

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The Ghost of Her

Chapter 4: I’d Leave It All Behind If I Could Follow

Maggie and Negan have to let go off each other but will they actually be able to stay away from each other?

(Disclaimer: Neggie is a very controversial ship. If you don't like it, don't read it, just be kind to each other :) )

It’s ecstasy. It’s pure bliss. The slight pressure of Negan’s lips against Maggie’s. The gentle movement of his mouth against hers. His tongue that’s slowly tracing the seam of her lips asking for entrance. It’s so intoxicating that Maggie forgets who’s lips she’s kissing. She forgets her argument with Hershel and why she didn’t wanted to come to Negan’s house in the first place. Only when he can’t help himself anymore and lets out a moan against Maggie’s lips and she feels his hands on her hips, she remembers. She remembers that only a few days ago his wife was still alive and expecting their first baby. She remembers the rage in her son’s eyes when he realized that his mother was seeing the man that murdered his father and for the first time in along time she remembers a barbwire baseball bat. Maggie places one hand on Negan’s chest and gently pushes him away from her. „What’s wrong? Are you okay?“ Negan quickly asks obviously taken aback. „I… Negan we can’t do this. You lost your wife a couple of days ago, you’re not thinking right at the moment.“ „Maggie, please…“ But Maggie doesn’t listen. She quickly gets up from the sofa and grabs her jacket. „I’m sorry Negan but I have to go.“ And just like that Negan is left on his sofa alone. Despite having just kissed the woman he had been pining after for longer than he wants to admit, he’s feeling a lot worse than before. Maggie’s right. He just lost his wife, they shouldn’t be doing this and even though Annie and Lucille are gone he feels like he’s betraying both of them. Fuck, he needs to stay away from her.

When Maggie walks through the door of her own home she hasn’t even realized that tears started escaping her eyes. How is it fair that the first man she’s kissed in over 10 years is the one man on this planet that she should definitely not be kissing? How is it fair that of all men on this planet, well at least of all still existing men, she has to decide to develop feelings for the murder of her husband? „Mom?“ As Maggie turns around she spots Hershel coming from their kitchen. Maggie quickly wipes her eyes with her sleeve hoping Hershel didn’t see it. „Are you okay, Mom?“ „I’m okay, honey, don’t worry,“ Maggie quickly assures her son. „Is it because of how I acted yesterday? I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with me,“ Tears start rising in Hershel’s eyes as he blames himself for making his mother cry. „Hershel, baby, no,“ Maggie walks towards her now crying son and quickly takes him in her arms. Hershel clings onto his mother like his life depends on it. Even though her son’s obviously having a breakdown over their argument Maggie can’t help but feel relieved. She’s relieved that she can at least stop worrying about one thing in her life. „It’s fine, Hershel, I’m not mad at you. I just want to you talk to me from now on when something’s bothering you so we can discuss it like adults, okay? I know the past years weren’t easy for us but as long as we stick together I know that we’ll be fine.“

The next couple of days things pretty much went back to normal, at least between Maggie and Hershel. Dinner time wasn’t awkward as hell anymore and Hershel went back to his humorous self that Maggie loves so much. But while things at home seem to be back to normal and Maggie starts working in the community again she can’t help but yearn for a part of her that’s missing. Ever since her and Negan’s kiss she’s been avoiding his house like it’s going to swallow her whole the second she even looks at it. Despite knowing that keeping away from Negan is the right thing to do, it’s almost unbearable. Whenever she’s not occupied enough her mind starts slipping to their shared kiss. To the way his stubble graced her skin, the way his hands held her close and the taste of his lips against her. When she’s alone at night she catches herself imagining what else would have happened if she hadn’t pushed him away. The sound of his moan still lingers in her ears causing her to relieve the constant tingle between her legs on her own. She also misses Jodie a lot. The little bundle of joy really grew on her and she constantly worries about the little girl being fine. She’s praying every night that Negan is doing okay with her.

The other night Maggie is preparing dinner while Hershel is doing his homework (something Maggie hasn’t ever seen coming) when there’s a knock on the door. „I got it, Mom,“ Hershel quickly gets up from his chair by the dinner table, obviously glad about getting a chance to neglect his homework. Maggie continues cutting a pepper when Hershel calls out for her. „Mom, I think you should come to the door.“ Hershel’s mood shifted and he suddenly sounds stern. Maggie quickly drops her knife and heads over to their front door to check on what or who disorientated her son. It’s him. Of course it’s him. Maggie looks at the man with the handsome face and the salt and pepper beard she’s been obsessing over in the dead of night. In his arms he’s holding his daughter. „I’m sorry, Maggie, I wouldn’t have come if I had another choice but I don’t know where else to go,“ Negan explains Maggie with tired eyes. He looks as drained as he did the day he found out about Annie’s passing. His hair is disheveled and the bags under his eyes have gotten deeper. Despite knowing that Hershel is probably eavesdropping on them at the moment her mother instincts are kicking in as soon as she spots the little baby in her father’s arms. „It’s fine, what’s going on?“ Maggie asks Negan while opening the door wider, inviting them in. „She refuses to sleep. No matter what I try, she just doesn’t sleep. She naps for maybe 5 minutes and then starts whining immediately. She doesn’t sleep, I don’t sleep. Now we’re both cranky and I just… I don’t know what to do anymore,“ Negan pours his heart out as soon as he stepped into Maggie’s home. „You should have come earlier, this isn’t healthy for neither of you,“ Maggie immediately takes Jodie from Negan’s arms and starts cradling her. „C’mon, let’s go upstairs.“ Negan follows Maggie to her bedroom on the second floor. „Lay down,“ Maggie orders him pointing at her bed. Negan studies the flowery bedding for a second before looking at Maggie quizzically. „Jodie needs to sleep, I’m fine…“ Negan tries arguing but Maggie places her hand on Negan’s chest and pushes him effortlessly down onto her bed. „You need to sleep, too, I’m not going to deal with both of you suffering from sleep deprivation.“ „But what about…“ „Your daughter is already asleep,“ She’s right. Negan spots his little girl peacefully slumbering in Maggie’s arms and feels the weight of endless sleepless nights lifted from him. „Thank god,“ He groans out and falls back onto the bed. „C’mon, under the covers you go,“ Maggie can’t help but smile at the man in her bed. She gently lays Jodie next to Negan and tucks both father and daughter in. „I’ll go and continue preparing dinner. I’ll leave some for you for when you wake up.“ As soon as Maggie starts heading out of the door she notices Negan’s eyes getting heavy and he already starts drifting into a deep sleep. The second Maggie hits the final step of the stairs Hershel is already blocking her way. „Why is he here?“ Hershel asks reproachful. „They needed help,“ Maggie walks past Hershel already knowing that he won’t be satisfied with the answer. „Couldn’t they have found help elsewhere? Why are you helping him?" „Hershel, I’m not helping Negan, I’m helping Jodie. She and you aren’t too different, you know? Don’t just look at her as Negan’s child. Consider her a kid that lost a parent very early on. Should we really not help her?“ Maggie watches Hershel’s features getting softer, her words clearly getting to him until he nods his head. „Okay, I’m fine with helping her but don’t expect me to be fine with him in our house.“ „I don’t. This is really mature of you, I’m really proud of you, my son,“ Maggie can’t help but smile at Hershel and give him a huge kiss on his cheek which Hershel reluctantly accepts.

Two hours later Maggie decides to check on her guests in her bedroom. Negan has shifted Jodie from her sleeping position next to him so she’s now lying on his chest. While her father is still asleep Jodie’s big brown eyes have started checking her surroundings, clearly irritated by the unknown room she's in. As soon as she spots Maggie leaning against the door frame her eyes widen and she starts smiling at the clearly familiar face. „Hi, sweetheart,“ Maggie whispers hoping she won’t wake Negan but of course Jodie starts wiggling in Negan’s arms as soon as Maggie’s attention lays on her. Negan stirs awake when he notices his daughter shifting. When he notices the mattress dipping next to him he fully blinks the sleep in his eyes away. „Shhh, I got her, sleep on,“ Maggie whispers, takes Jodie and lays her down on her own chest. Negan shifts and turns onto his side so he has a better view on Maggie and his daughter. He gently strokes over Jodie’s head while paying attention that he’s not touching Maggie inappropriately. „Are you feeling better?“ Maggie asks the sleepy man next to her. „A lot, thank you, you saved my ass. Again,“ Negan chuckles. „How can I thank you?“„You don’t need to thank me.“ „If there’s ever something you need, feel free to ask me, okay?“ „Okay,“ Maggie smiles at him genuinely. „You two can stay the night if you want to.“ „I can’t accept that, you’ve already done way to much and,“ „Shut up! You’re staying or I’ll pin you down on this mattress.“ „Well, I’m not stopping you from that,“ Negan grins cheekily. „Oh, stop it,“ Maggie laughs and hits Negan gently in the arm. He quickly grabs her hand and hold it tightly so she can’t continue hitting him, however instead of letting go once she stops fighting him he lays her hand on his chest and gently strokes over her fingers. The now familiar tingle starts settling in Maggie’s stomach once more and starts spreading downwards. She clandestinely squeezes her legs together, hoping Negan wouldn’t notice the effect he has on her. Maggie’s heart almost sets out when Negan lowers his head, however shortly before their lips have the chance to collide his head goes even lower and he gently presses a kiss against his daughter’s head who’s now peacefully sleeping on Maggie’s chest. Maggie’s breathing intensifies with Negan being so close to her. „Good night, Maggie,“ He whispers as his head lifts towards her once more. „Good night, Negan“ Maggie answers almost inaudibly. Negan lays his head back down on his side of the bed and slightly nuzzles his head against Maggie’s right arm. Maggie’s heart is about to beat out of her chest, her entire body has stiffen. If one thing’s for sure it’s that she won’t get any sleep tonight.

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twdxtrevor · 9 months

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My favorite cowboy, I'd love to take a ride . .

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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months

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Dirty Girl

Negan x Reader

18+ ONLY / Requests are: OPEN

Summary: Negan fucks you up against a fence.

CW: daddy kink, gags, public sex, p in v, no pronouns but the reader has femme anatomy, use of 'good girl'

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You knew it was wrong. You knew it was, but you also were not the kind of person to get hung up on something if it wasn’t actively hurting someone. And the thrill of having Negan- public enemy number one balls deep in your cunt was too good to pass up. And he knew it too.

“Yeah, you like that, baby, huh?” The man in question grunted into your ear, each word punctuated with hard thrusts up into the spot that makes you see stars. “If you can’t be quiet I’ll have to gag you, doll,” he growls, making you clench and another barely contained whimper escape you.

Negan had you pressed up against the cool corrugated fencing, your hands splayed out in front of you as he bent you over and pressed himself inside you over and over again. Your cheek pressed into the dust on the fence, absolutely smudging across your skin. Knowing how dirty this was, and how your face was now smudged with evidence of your acts sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“Oh, you’re such a dirty girl, huh?” Negan grunted, wrapping his hand around a fistfull of your hair and yanking you back closer to his face. With your mouth agape from pleasure, it took no effort for Negan to reach around and shove his red bandana into your mouth, laughing as you garbled a response through the fabric. “Oh, such a dirty girl for daddy, baby,” he laughed, releasing your hair with one last tug.

Your head dropped forward, the muscles in your neck giving out with the pleasure. Negan wrapped his hands around your hips and gripped tight. You were sure they were going to leave bruises by the afternoon, never mind the morning. But you’d love them anyway, deep purple reminders of a good, hard fuck.

Your fingernails scraped against the metal of the fence, your jaw starting to ache around the bandana. And all the while, Negan continued to growl filth from behind you. How you were the one being the problem was beyond you when he was the one who couldn’t shut up. Not that you wanted him to, of course.

“Not such a Chatty Cathy now, are we?” He asked, squeezing hard on your left him and pounding his cock into you. “No, see? Now you’re being a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy, baby girl.”

You whimpered around the gag and he chuckled hoarsely.

“Oh, what’s the matter? I just can’t seem to hear you, doll. What do you need, huh?” One of his hands trails down around your hip to lightly press against your clit. “What, you need daddy to rub your pretty little clit, baby?”

Your eyes squeezed shut at a particularly rough slide of his hips and he gave your cunt a slap, causing your hips to jerk.

“Uh-uh, I do believe you’re ignoring me, darling. And that- is not on.”

You look over your shoulder to glare at the man. He knows full well you can’t answer him even if you wanted to. He just liked to torture you, the bastard. You press your ass back against him just to revel in the groan it pulls from him.

“Oh-hoh,” he grins. “Fuck, you are dirty, aren’t you? Taking daddy’s dick from behind like that? Knowing that someone could just come around that corner and see you taking it like such a whore.” He lets go of your hip and lands a hard slap to your ass, causing your head to jerk and you to cry out against the gag. “Fuck, I felt that, baby- do you want someone to catch us? You do, don’t you. Mm, daddy’s learning all sorts of things about you tonight, doll.”

Your arms begin to shake as he gives in and starts rubbing your clit hard and fast. You’re not going to last long, and you both know it. He rubs over the spot on your ass he slapped in a small mercy. You whine, and your hips buck forward towards his hand on your clit and away from the sting..

“My, oh my, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you,” he says, gripping the globe of a cheek and sliding two fingers up and down either side of your clit. “So close for me.” A statement of fact, and not a question.

Your head drops forward in a nod, unable to form speech. Not that you could verbalise it anyway. He laughs and plows his hips so hard into you that his balls slap up against his hand.

“Cum for me,” he orders. “Right now. Cum for daddy, baby.”

One, two, three more thrusts of his cock into your g-spot is all it takes before you’re cumming around him, walls spasming and knees buckling with the effort of holding yourself up. He laughs, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You whimper, and your hands slide down the fence.

He fucks you through it, thrusts turning sloppy now that you’ve reached your orgasm. You know he’s close, and you clench your cunt around him rhythmically to get him there.

He surges forward and presses you flat up against the fence, arms around your torso to hold you in place. He fucks you hard and fast, hot breath against the back of your ear and groaning into your neck.

And then he finally cums, biting down into the meat of your shoulder and fingers pinching at your nipples. His hips stutter up into you and you feel his release spurting inside you, filling you up.

You let out a satisfied groan, wiggling your hips against him to milk him for all he’s worth. He chuckles lowley in your ear and presses a soft kiss to the bite he’s left on your shoulder.

Once he’s spent, Negan pulls out of you, admiring the way his seed drips out of you with a growled “fuck, baby.”

You grunt around the gag and he laughs, spinning you around to face him. He presses up against you, running a hand over your clothed tit to give it a squeeze.

“Oh, I'm sorry, darling. How rude of me,” he grins and places a thumb on your lower lip. “Here I am, putting myself back together and you’re standing here a whole mess. Open wide for daddy.”

You stretch your jaw open just a little wider and he pulls the gag out, grinning when you smack your lips and grimace at the cottony taste.

“Oh, there you go. Okay, baby, lets get you cleaned up. Then we’ll get us some of that damn good lemonade. What do you say?”

Your lips spread out into a smile, and you agree with him. Negan steps aside and allows you to start back towards the building you called home. He gives one more appreciative grunt at the sight of your ass in that dress, and wraps his arm around your waist, the two of you walking back home.

And if the guards noticed you had a little bit of a limp, then that was no one else's business but yours.

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My World (Negan Smith x Reader !DAUGHTER OF RICK!)

*SO I MADE THIS FOREVER AGO AND I WANTED TO FINISH IT AND UPLOAD IT... I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY, PART 2 IS IN A LINK AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS STORY*

You had been with Negan and his group for the last ten months and you knew Negan wasn't the cleanest man on earth. You knew he was doing things... Horrific things to people but you try to turn a blind eye to it. Negan was the best thing that had happened to you since the apocalypse happened. You were alone up until Negan found you on the verge of starving to death.

And over the months your and Negan's relationship had blossomed into something unexpected. He was a lot older than you. You were twenty-six years old and Negan was forty-five... I mean hell he was older than your father would be... Your father...

You were in college when the apocalypse broke out and you prayed your family was okay. After a while, you finally made it back to your family's home to find it completely ransacked and everybody was missing. You went to the hospital where you heard your father was staying after his accident but you didn't even attempt to go inside as it was completely guarded by the dead.

But everything seemed to be okay now... You stayed out of Negan's business as much as you could but today was different. "I need you to go," Negan says. "Why? You have Simon and all your men why do you need me?" You ask while crossing your arms over your chest.

"We made a deal with these people but they're on the more dangerous side than most people we've dealt with. We need everybody." He explains and you sigh deeply. "I don't want to be involved with your 'business deals' Negan. You know how I feel about it." You say with a shrug. "And I don't believe these people willingly made a deal with you either." You say while raising your eyebrows and he chuckles slightly. "Alright, you got me there." He says while standing up from his seat. "These people killed a whole outpost of men for their supplies so we gave them an option of... We raid their shit and we let them live." He shrugs. "No harm, no foul." He says while grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. "I just want everybody there in case shit hits the fan. We need to defend ourselves." Negan explains.

"Mhm... What's the actual reason you want me to go? Because we both know I'm only good at killing the dead ones... Not the live ones." You say while squinting your eyes at him. He stares at you for a moment before sighing deeply with a smirk. "You see right through me every time.." He chuckles. "...You're going to be here all by yourself. I don't want you to be alone if something happens here. At least I know if you came with me I can protect you." He says while leaning his forehead against yours.

You clenched your jaw and slightly glared at him before groaning out a 'fine'. He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Let's get going then."

When you made it out to the trucks Negan ordered you to stay inside of the car until the gates were open. When you made it to the place called Alexandria you sat in the truck with one of Negan's men. You weren't paying attention entirely until the man dropped a heavy gun in your lap. You had no idea how to use it so it was clear it was given to you for threatening purposes. "It's safe now." The man says. You nodded and took a step out of the truck, the man following your steps on the other side.

You were looking down at the ground as you took a few steps. You finally looked up and looked at the people around the gate. There was a woman who looked hardcore and angry and a man who looked confused and kinda wimpy... Then your eyes landed on another man. Your eyes widened as your brain processed what you were seeing, hoping it wasn't another hallucination that you saw so much when you were dehydrated.

But you weren't dehydrated and this wasn't a hallucination. Your lips parted as a soft gasp escaped your lips. The gun you were holding onto fell from your hands and that's when you finally got the man's attention. Your body shook as he gave you a look of confusion into a look of disbelief, the same look you gave him. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your body shook from the feeling of adrenalin and pure shock coursing through your veins.

Negan looked at you and then at him, confused about what was going on, and that's when you let out a shaky breath, "Dad?" You mumble. "Oh my god.." He whispered. You let out a shaky chuckle as tears finally fell from your eyes. "DAD!" You yelled as you ran full force towards him. Your arms swung open and wrapped around his neck as his arms slung tightly around your body. Your legs shook as you were barely able to keep yourself upright... If it wasn't for his tight grip on you, you would've fallen to the floor. You cried into his shoulder and held onto him tightly before pulling away. "I thought you were dead." You managed to choke out.

Negan stared at you both in disbelief and horror. He also felt stupid for not putting two and two together since you both had the same last name. "Is Carl...?" He nodded. "He's alive." You sigh in relief as a smile appears on your face. "And mom?" You ask. He just stares at you. Your smile slowly fades as you cover your mouth with your hand in disbelief. You let out a shaky 'oh' as you pulled away.

Your father's eyes flicked from you to Negan before looking back at you. "You're with him?" He asks. You nod your head as you wipe a tear that fell from your eyes. "How 'bout you go around Alexandria and look for your brother? Me and your dad have some things to discuss." Negan says while getting behind you and grabbing your shoulders and giving Rick a teasing smile. "Yeah... Yeah, that's a good idea." Rick says while glaring at Negan. You walked away from Negan's grip and you walked around the streets, getting the occasional glare from some of the people that live in Alexandria which made you frown.

But as you walked your eyes fell on a boy walking down the steps from his porch. You squinted your eyes and tried to make out the face of the person. It was hard to tell at first since he had a patch over his eye but you’d recognized that face anywhere.

You smiled and yelled out his name. He looked around for a moment before turning in your direction, his eyes falling onto yours. You smiled as his face turned from confusion to disbelief. With adrenaline coursing through your veins you ran towards him full force. He did the same and you both met in between and practically collapsed into each other. You both kept each other on your feet as you hugged each other tightly. After a minute you pulled away and cupped his face, tears going down both of your faces. “You’ve grown so much.” You chuckle. “I thought you were dead,” Carl says with a slight gasp. “Can’t get rid of me that easily little brother.” You say with a chuckle. You look at the patch on his eye and you slightly frown. “What happened?” You ask your thumb lightly brushing against the edge of it.

“I was shot,” Carl explains. Your eyes widen and you laugh. “You were shot in the face and you survived?! Holy shit I wish Dad informed me how much of a badass you were before I found you.” He chuckles. His eyes then glance to the ground and his smile disappears, he seems to be lost in thought. His eyes flicked back up to you and he sighed. “I have to show you something,” Carl says while backing off and walking back towards the house he came out of.

You follow him into the house and up the stairs. Carl stops in front of a door that was off to the side and he slowly opens it. Your eyes travel to the inside of the room until you see a little girl in a crib. You take a few steps inside and slightly gasp. “Who’s this?” You ask while walking towards her. “That’s Judith. Our sister.” Your head snapped towards him and your eyes widen. “Is that how mom…” He didn’t say anything which was an answer in itself. You nodded and looked back at the little girl. You chuckle and lifted her out of the crib and held her against your body. “Oh my… You are gorgeous.” You say while admiring her little face. But the moment was ruined by the sound of doors slamming open and people talking loudly downstairs. “Hide her.” Carl orders. You quickly put Judith down and left the room with Carl, shutting the door right on time as Simon came running up the steps.

He eyed you and Carl and you both kept your composure. “Everything good up here?” He asks. “Yes. Everything’s fine.” You say with a slight smile. He glanced at the door next to you both and gave you another weird look. “What’s in there?” Simon asks while nodding to the door. “Nothing. The room is empty. Carl was giving me a tour of his home and he offered to let me stay in this room when they get it furnished.” You say with a stern tone of voice.

“Hm... You should talk to Negan about that.” You wanted to argue back and say you were a grown woman and didn’t need his permission but you decided it would be best to keep your mouth shut in this situation. “Come on Carl. Let’s go downstairs.” You say while putting your arm around Carl’s shoulders and pulling him forward, not keeping your eyes off Simon until you went past him. When you made it downstairs Carl was staring in horror at the people in his home taking pretty much everything. “They’re taking all of our medicine,” Carl says. “We hid them here because they said they’d only take half,” Carl says while pulling away from you. “Carl-“ “No!” Carl yelled while grabbing a gun and going after them. “Carl DON’T-!” But it was too late.

A gunshot rang through the air causing you to jump. You quickly ran into the room and luckily everyone was okay, but Carl had a gun to one of Negan’s men. “Put them back, or the next one goes in you.” Carl threatens. “Kid… What do you think happens next?” The man laughed. “Carl.” You managed to get yourself in between the gun and the man and you were trying to calm him down. “Get out of the way.” “Carl don’t.” You warned. “Move.” “If you don’t put the gun down the punishment will be-“ You stopped yourself as you saw your dad running into the room, you knew Negan wasn’t too far behind so you kept your mouth shut.

Your father tried talking the same sense to Carl as Negan walked in. His eyes darted between the gun and you and he knew he had to intervene. Negan walked over to you both and stood next to you and got into Carl's line of sight. Negan chuckles. "Really kid?" He says with a smirk.

"You should go... Before you find out how dangerous we all are." Carl warns. You swallowed the lump in your throat and gave him a pleading look. "Well pardon me, young man, excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but... Did you just threaten me?" Negan asks. "Look I get threatening Davie here... But I can't have it, not him, not me-" "Carl just put it down-" "Don't be rude Rick we are having a conversation here." Your father and Negan argue back and forth. You continue to stare at Carl with pleading eyes as you knew if Carl pushed his limits or broke a rule no amount of begging would stop Negan... Not even for you. "Now boy... Where were we?" He asks.

"Oh yeah! Your giant man-sized balls. No threatening us. Listen I like you... I don't want to go hard proving a point here, especially in front of the lady here, and you don't want that. I said half your shit and half is what I say it is." Negan says in more of a more serious tone of voice. "I'm serious. Do you want me to prove how serious... Again?" Negan warns.

Carl stares at him then looks at you. You shook your head slightly and he sighed deeply. He moved his hand so the handle of the gun was facing you. Your trembling hands slowly grabbed the gun from his hands and held it to your side.

Negan turned to your father and started ranting to him and you grabbed Carl's shoulders. "What the hell is wrong with you?" You whisper to him. "They were taking our stuff," Carl argued. "You can always get that shit back! He'll kill you or someone else here and you can't get back." You hissed at him. "And you.." Negan turned to you both. You turned your head to him and saw him staring at you. He lifted his hand and wiggled his pointer and middle finger towards you telling you to give him the gun. You handed him the gun and he put it in his pocket.

"Rick go and get that stuff together for me will ya? And you... Come with me." He says while not moving his gaze from yours. You nodded and followed him out of the home. You followed him down the street and in between some houses. He then suddenly spun around and grabbed your arms softly. "I don't want you doing that shit again," Negan says sternly. "I knew he wasn't going to shoot me." You argued. Negan shook his head and sighed deeply. "I do not care. There is no damn reason for you to EVER stand in front of a gun. Ever." He says with a shake of his head. "Scared the hell out of me." He says while placing a kiss on your temple.

"I'm sorry.." You say with a frown. "Don't be sorry. I know you were trying to de-escalate the situation and I respect that... I just don't want you to get hurt." He says while cupping your face with his hands. "He's my brother. He wouldn't have hurt me." "I can't take that chance." He shakes his head. "I don't care if there's a 99% chance or a 0.01% chance. It's not an option." He says. “Understand?” He asks. You nodded and he smiled.

He kissed you on the cheek and pulled you in for a hug. You both stayed like that for a moment before Negan pulled away, giving you a tight squeeze before letting you move away from him. “Let’s go darlin’,” Negan says while lightly placing his hand on your lower back and leading you along.

You walked with Negan until you met up with your father and some of Negan’s men in front of a small bunker. The door to the bunker slowly opens to show a woman. “I… Figured you were coming.” She says nervously. “Show him where the guns are, Olivia.” Your father says. She nodded and you all walked inside. “You run the show in here?” Negan asks. “I just keep track of it all, the rations, the guns,” She explains. “Good. Smart. Don’t let me stop you. Arat, boys... Show ‘em the goods.” He smirks as everyone walks off. “Wait, wait, wait.” Negan stops your father.

“While they’re at it, I just want to point out to you that I’m not taking a scrap of your food. Slim pickin’s in here.” Negan says while pointing out the little to no food on the shelves. “And I can’t be the only one to notice that you got a fuckin’ fat lady in charge of keeping track of rations can I?” Negan says and you turn to him, “Negan.” You smack his arm and he puts his hands up. “Am I wrong?” He asks. “Yes. Don’t be an asshole.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles and slightly leans into Rick, “She keeps me on my toes.” Rick glares at him and he slightly leans back.

Negan looks at Rick, then at you, then at Rick again. “Y’know I just realized… We’re family now aren’t we?” You closed your eyes and cringed. “I mean… Should I call you dad or something?” Negan asks while slowly dragging his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close to his side.

Rick’s eyes flicked over to you and you swallowed another ball in your throat and you let out a deep sigh. “Right?” Negan asks. “Stop.” You whisper to him while giving him a pleading look. He wanted to keep going just to poke the bear some more but he didn’t want to continue if you were uncomfortable. He cared more for your feelings than his ego. “…Either way, you starve to death, I don’t get shit, so for now, you get to keep all the food. How ‘bout that?” Negan says, still keeping his arm around your shoulders.

Negan and Rick stare at each other for a few moments. A very awkward few moments. “What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know, Rick. How about a thank you.” Negan says while moving away from you and getting into your father’s face. “You think that might be in order? Or is that too much to ask?!” Negan yells. “Jesus stop!” You grab Negan’s arm and push him away from your father.

“Haven’t you done enough?” “All I’m asking for is a thank you.” You scoff. “I think we both know they have nothing to be thanking you for.” You shake your head at him before walking out of the bunker and down the streets of Alexandria. You stopped in front of Rick and Carl’s home and you sat on the steps, rethinking everything.

You placed your elbow on your knee and rested your forehead in your hand. You sat like that for a while before a familiar figure walked into your view. They stood there for a moment before slowly sitting next to you on the steps. “You angry with me?” He asks. You sigh and close your eyes. “What do you think?” You say with an annoyed tone of voice. “Why?” You turn to glare at him. “Why? Are you kidding me?” You say. “Is it because of Rick?” Negan asks. “Jesus no!” You yell. “…Well it doesn’t help.” You say while looking forward. “You know I don’t like being a part of this shit. I don’t like seeing this side of you... Especially since I know you did something bad to these people.” You say with your voice slightly cracking as tears filled in your eyes. You shake your head, not wanting to ask this question but you feel you have no choice.

“What did you do? I’m going to hear it from somebody so it might as well be from you.” He stares at you, he didn’t want you to find out. “I killed two of their people in front of them. One of them had a wife and she was sick. She witnessed it all… She didn’t make it.” Your mouth flew agape and your body tensed.

“Oh my god… And you expect a ‘thank you’ from these people!?” You stand on your feet and glare at him. “You say people are a resource and need to be protected but it’s all a lie!” You shout. “It’s not a lie.” He stands up to meet your level but instead, he just towers over you, making you feel inferior to him.

“People are a resource and need to be protected but rules need to be set and if they are broken there are punishments.” He argues. “And killing people in the answer?” You scoff. “You’re torturing these poor people and for what? Surviving?” “Killing off my men. That’s what.” He hisses while stepping forward and getting in your face. “Not like your men didn’t deserve it anyways. Most of them are criminals, rapists, or killers. But I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it?” You say while slowly looking at him up and down. Negan was seething, nobody spoke to him like this and he was getting pissed. “Watch your mouth.” “Or what? You’ll kill me?” You chuckled. “You don’t got the balls.” You hissed. It took all his might to not snap and lash out at you but he realized that it wouldn’t fix anything and you had every right to be angry.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t be any less angry with your words. “I have done everything for you. I have fought for you, I have killed for you, I put food in your belly and a roof over your head. I deserve goddamn respect.” He said in a low and threatening tone of voice. You shake your head. “I never asked you to save me.” You say, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“What did you expect me to do? Leave you there to die?” “You should’ve. It would’ve been easier for the both of us.” You snapped back. Negan leans back and stares at you in disbelief.

You didn’t mean what you said, you were thankful Negan saved your life. You remember the day he found you. You were in a gas station and you had been sitting there for about a day or two just waiting to die. Your face was pale and you were practically skin and bones. You were sitting in the backroom in the dark when you heard a roar of an engine and footsteps entering the building. You didn’t have the energy to get up and find them and your throat was too dry to call out for help, so you sat there until the door opened and the light of a flashlight crawled up your body and landed on your face. You cringed and looked away from the light. The person who was shining a light called a name and another pair of footsteps entered the room. That was when the person shining the light lowered it and you made eye contact with the man who walked in the room. “Holy shit... Are you alive?” He chuckled, getting closer to you.

His smile disappeared when he saw how sick you looked. He walked over to you and knelt at your level. “I’m Negan.” He says. You gave him a slightly confused look and Negan sighs. “Simon. Go get some water.” He orders while still staring down at you.

Simon quickly came back into the room with a water bottle and handed him the bottle. He opened it and he snaked his hand behind your neck and lifted you. You slightly groan as he pulls your head forward in front of the bottle. Your lips touched the bottle and slowly gulped down the water. If you weren’t so dehydrated there was a good chance you would’ve cried.

When you needed a break you moved your head back and leaned back against the wall. “Y/N.” You mumbled. “What?” Negan asks as you barely let out a whisper. “…My name is Y/N Grimes.” You say while shifting around. “How long have you been here?” Negan asks. “A couple of days…” You say before letting out a hoarse cough. Negan lifts the bottle back to your lips and you take a few more gulps. “Is there anyone else around here?” He asks. You shake your head, “No. I’ve been alone since the beginning of the apocalypse.” You explain. His eyes widen and he scoffs with a smirk. “No shit? Wow. Good for you for lasting so long.” He says with a wide smile.

“Yeah… It gets lonely though.” You say while lifting the corner of your lips to smile slightly. Negan stared at you for another minute before mumbling an ‘alright’ and closing the water bottle and handing it back to Simon. He stands up slightly and begins to put his hands under your knees and behind your back. “What… What are you doing?” You ask. “I’m going to take you back to my camp. We have a doctor and food and water..” He explains. “…Why? You don’t know me.” You ask. “People are a resource. They need to be protected… And you won't survive much longer if I leave you here.” He explains. You nodded and he continued to pick you up.

You groaned as your body ached. Your muscles were so tense from sitting there for so long that just a slight movement caused your whole body to ache in pain. “We’ll get you patched up... It’ll be okay.”

And here you are… Many months later arguing with the man who saved your life. He stared down at you and he clenched his jaw. You could see on his face he wasn’t angry anymore, he was hurt. You didn’t expect it to hurt him in all honesty because Negan has been told a lot worse than what you said. But it did hurt him... And he didn’t know what to do about it. He sighed and looked around for a moment. “Head over to the truck.. We’re going to be leaving in a few minutes.” Was the only thing he managed to get out. Without looking at you he walks down the steps of the porch and down the street.

You stifled a sob and wiped the tears that had fallen down your face. After you pulled yourself together you walked over to the truck and saw David in the face of a young girl. “Say please again, little girl.” He chuckles. The girl lets out a ‘please’ and he smirks. “Yeah. One more time.” He says while running his finger down her cheek.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You yell out as you storm over to him. His head shoots towards you and you shove him away from the girl. “Who do you think you are?” David asks as he gets in your face. “Someone who will gladly put some fucker out of their misery.” You snapped back. “Now piss off.” You hissed. He glared at you and tried to walk away but you stopped him. You put our hand out, telling him to give you the item the girl wanted. He grumbled something under his breath and shoved the item in your hand. David walked away and you turned to the girl. “I’m sorry that happened…” You whisper as you handed her back the balloons. You squeezed her shoulder before walking off and following the truck.

“Get in the truck Y/N. Me and daddy dearest here gotta talk.” Negan says without looking at you. You glared at him and you were about to oblige his orders and get in the truck but you stopped yourself. You turned on your heel and walked over to your father and swung your arms over his shoulders. You both hugged each other tightly before Carl found his way under your arm and hugged you and your father as well.

When you finally pulled away you rested one hand on your father’s shoulder and the other on the side of Carl’s face. You gave them a soft smile as tears filled in all of your eyes. “I’ll be back. I promise.” You say in a low tone of voice as you run your thumb over Carl’s cheek to wipe away the tear that fell from his eye.

You give them another small smile before turning and walking away. Negan watched you closely as you walked past him, wiping your tears in the process. You sat in the van and stared down at the ground, trying not to cry anymore in the process. During the minutes of you sitting there, you looked over and saw Negan taunting your father. You balled your fists up and sighed in annoyance. You wanted to get out of the car and yell at Negan but you didn’t have the energy. You heard Negan chuckle as finally peeled himself away from your father and he got in the van next to you, Lucille in his hands. You looked down at your hands and furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t want to even look at Negan... But you knew he was looking at you.

He made occasional glances at you in an obvious manner. He wanted your attention and in all honesty, he wanted you to feel slightly bad for what you said to him. But you never looked at him. Not even when you made it to the sanctuary and walked past him to get inside.

You ignored everybody and headed to your shared bedroom. When you finally made it to the bedroom that’s when you realized that the sun was setting and you sighed in relief. You were exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to fall into your bed and sleep the day away. You sat on the edge of the bed and buried your face in your hands. You sat for a while until you heard your bedroom door opening and closing. You glance up and saw Negan leaning against the doorframe and staring at you.

You wipe the tears that had fallen from your eyes and look to the side. Negan stares at you for a few more seconds before sighing and lightly smiling to himself, clearly thinking of a memory.

“Y’know… I remember the first time I saw you.” He says. “You were so frail and sick looking.” He says while slowly walking towards you. “I was worried if I touched you, you would shatter like a piece of glass.” He continues walking towards you. You look up at up and look at him through your hair. “But I knew you were a fighter. And even if I had left you there you would’ve fought yourself back to survival.” He says while kneeling in front of you. “Who would’ve thought you would fight yourself into my heart.” He says with a soft smile and gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

You look down at him with tears in your eyes and a frown on your face. “There’s no way I could’ve left you there because..” He sighs before continuing. “I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.” He says while resting his hand against your cheek and wiping the tears that had fallen.

“Look… You and I are not easy people to deal with. And together it’s even more difficult... But I wouldn’t change a thing.” He says while shaking his head, a soft smile on his lips. A small cry came out of my mouth and I close my eyes, "I-I didn't mean what I said... I didn't... I'm glad you found me I...* You say, your words stuttering a bit. "I know... I know baby..." Negan whispered while moving his hand up to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

"I just... I hate seeing this side of you, and knowing you're doing this to my family..." You say before taking a deep and shaky breath. "It hurts..." You mutter, just barely over a whisper. Negan frowns, "I know... But I have to be cruel to keep them in line." Negan says. You shake my head, "No... No, you don't." You say. Negan sighs, "Baby. Listen to me." Negan says while grabbing your cheeks between his hands, "I promise you... I won't hurt your family. I take my promises seriously and you know that." Negan says.

You nod and sniffle, "...Okay." I mumble. "Alright... Now come here...* Negan says while putting his arms out to you. You get off the bed and onto the floor in front of him and hug his torso tightly. He hugs you back tightly and lovingly. Negan would keep his promise... He wouldn't hurt your family, but everyone else in Alexandria was up for grabs... One thing Negan knew how to do...

Was how to manipulate.

PART 2

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