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negansdoll · 4 years

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« I won’t let anyone hurt you. »

( Negan x Reader )

Summary : After he found out that one of his ex wives tried to kill you and your babies, Negan decides to avenge you.

Requested by : @isitmine

The door of the doctor’s office suddenly opened as Negan entered.

You turned your head to him as he almost ran to you.

- Y/N... You’re alright ? he worrily asked, as he slowly caressed your stomach.

- I’m alright... you said before placing your hand on his. I... I don’t know about them... you added shedding a tear, bitting your bottom lip.

Negan looked at you with sadness and anger, clenching his jaw.

- Are they alright ?! he asked to the doctor.

- It is hard to say...

Negan sighted, bitting his bottom lip with frustration.

- What happened ?! he asked, turning his head back at you.

- That’s Sarah... She... She said she should be the one who’s pregnant she... she just went mad... She hit me and kicked me in the stomach... She was about to stab me when Dwight arrived to stop her... you said with a trembling voice.

Negan clenched his fists, heavily sighting.

- I thought... I thought she was gonna kill them... you cried before Negan took you in his arms to hold you tight.

- It’s okay now baby... he whispered. I’m here and I swear she won’t touch you ever again.

You looked up to him before he kissed you.

- Take care of her, he then said to the doctor before he left the office, slamming the door behind him.

Negan walked through the dark corridors, a burning rage running through his veins. Since he lost his wife, Lucille, you were the only person he cared about. You were only 23 when you arrived at the Sanctuary. Negan instantly fell in love with you but he wasn’t ready to leave his wives just for you... Well that’s what he always told you but a year after, he finally left them all, and you started a relationship together.

You used to be afraid of him but you discovered a new Negan... A Negan who was absolutely charming. A Negan who had disappeared when he lost Lucille... This Negan was back for you.

And here you were, pregnant, you were expecting twins, which was driving Sarah, one of Negan’s ex wives crazy. That’s why she tried to kill you and your babies. What Negan couldn’t let unpunished.

When he arrived in front of his office, he found Dwight, waiting for him.

- She’s inside, he said. She was about to kill Y/N.

Negan put his hand on his shoulder.

- I’ll never thank you enough for this.

Dwight nodded before opening the door.

Negan entered and closed the door with his foot before walking to Sarah who was sitting at the large table.

- Negan, she started, standing up.

Negan stopped walking in front of her, clenching his jaw, trying to control himself.

- I’m... I’m sorry... I don’t know why I... she said before looking down, sighting. I did this because I love you... I want us to be together again... We were so happy before she arrived...

Negan stayed quiet for a moment. Looking at her with deep darkness in his eyes.

- So you tried to kill my wife because you love me ?

Sarah looked up to him.

- I can’t stop thinking about you. I want us to be together again. And unlike her, I’d let you have other wives.

Sarah stepped towards him as Negan felt anger growing up inside him.

She suddenly pressed her lips against Negan’s ones before he grabbed her by the neck.

He tightened his hand around the throat of Sarah who opened wide her eyes. Negan slowly started to walk as Sarah’s feet left the floor.

- You fucking whore seriously think I ever loved you ?! You were only good to get on your knees when I asked you to, he said, clenching his jaw. You almost killed Y/N and my children and you dare telling me all of this ?!

He stopped walking in front of the window.

- You fuckin whore ! he shouted before throwing her through the window.

Sarah yelled as she was falling before she reached the floor, landing in the middle of walkers’s enclosure.

Negan watched her getting eaten by them with a smirk.

She tried to kill you and your babies. She got what she deserved.

You turned your head when Negan walked in the office.

- What have you done ? you asked him, frowning.

- I made sure she wasn’t gonna hurt you again.

You looked at him sitting next to you before he slowly placed his hands on your stomach.

He leant towards it before kissing your skin, making you slowly smiled.

- I won’t let anyone hurt you, he said looking up to you before kissing your lips. You or them.

Hope you liked it ✨

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xnegans · 4 years

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— young jeffrey dean morgan ✨

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redmercysugar · 4 years

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thewalkingdead-imagines · 4 years

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Favorite Blogs of the Fandom

I got tagged a whole while ago and it’s been sitting in my drafts because I never really got to finish it but I finally made it! So here we go:

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I‘m sure I missed a few but I will add them as soon as I remember! Also: I couldn’t tag a few because tumblr likes to fuck around with tags but I’ll try to find a way to tag them after all :)

Anyway, go follow these awesome blogs, they’re my favorites for a reason and they really deserve all the recognition🖤

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negandarylsatisfaction · 5 years

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[SUMMARY: Negan and Norah have a 12 year old son who hates how Negan lives. The son ends up getting into an argument with him making Negan realize how bad of a husband and father he has been.”]

Drama/Semi Fluff

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“Logan!”

You could hear Negan yell from downstairs early in the morning. The twelve year old boy sighed in bed hating what his father made him do every morning.

“Negan, he’s asleep. Why don’t you just give him a break with that stuff today? He’s tired.” You whispered making your way down the stairs.

“Tired of what? The kid doesn’t do a fucking thing. He needs his gun training if he’s going to be surviving in this world.” Logan could hear his father respond loudly to you. You sighed shaking your head, sometimes you hated how tough Negan was on your son. Logan was very much like you, quiet, calm, and didn’t look for any problems. Negan on the other hand was always on edge, loud, cursing, always hard on the both of you. Logan would talk to you privately at times and express to you how much he hated how his father was. It broke you heart knowing you couldn’t really do much, Negan was as stubborn as a mule. You would try to speak to Negan to slow down, Logan was too afraid to ever tell him anything himself but Negan never listened.

“Logan I’m not going to call your ass down here again!” Negan yelled right before you heard his bed room door open.

“I’m up dad.” He made his way down the stairs with slouched shoulders and no eye contact.

“Stand up straight son, what did I tell you about that?” Logan stood up straight with a frown on his face.

“What’s with that damn look, cheer up!”

“Whatever.” Logan muttered under his breath making your eyes widen. He never answered his father back.

“Excuse me young man?” Negan stepped closer to him as his son looked up at him angrily.

“I said whatever.”

Negan took a couple steps back with a laugh and looked back at you.

“You see how you have this kid?”

“Negan relax. Please.” You responded hoping he’d calm down.

“Fuck no! You wanna keep this kid soft that’s on you, your his mother I’m his fucking father and he will do and act as I say. I doubt he wants a fucking problem with me.” He turned right back to Logan crouching down to his level staring him right in the eye. What Negan didn’t know is he made Logan slowly grow a hate towards him. Negan always had a tough personality but once this new world came upon the three of you Negan changed into a darker, colder man.

Logan stayed quiet and looked at you before walking towards the front door.

“Atta boy. We’ll be back for lunch.” Negan grabbed some guns and followed his son out the door as you watched from the window their figures slowly vanish into the distance.

Logan stomped his way into the woods in front of his father not exactly watching where he was going, too distracted by anger.

“Alright here is fine.” Negan muttered making Logan stop in his tracks. He pulled out a gun with a set of rounds and handed it to his son.

“Load em up.”

Logan stood quietly staring down at the weapon in his hand, his father had taught him how to reload it and shoot, but he seemed to have forgotten.

“What are you fucking stuck? What’s wrong with you, load them up.” Negan repeated.

He sighed and quietly put the gun down.

“I don’t wanna do this shit anymore.”

Negans eyes widened not ever having heard his son curse like that.

“You watch that fucking mouth on you, kid.”

“What, I learned it from you.” Logan muttered turning away. Negan had enough, he sighed brushing his hand over the salt and pepper hair on his face. He didn’t know what the hell got into this kid this early morning.

“Alright, what the fuck is wrong now?”

Logan ignored him kicking a rock on the ground making Negan groan in annoyance.

“Why are you giving me Sucha god damn hard time?!”

Negan leaned back on a tree crossing his arms not knowing how to get through to his son.

“I hate you.” Negan heard Logan mutter low under his breath. The slow heart sinking feeling creeped up on Negan, words he never thought he hear his son say.

“Excuse me?” Negan looked up raising an eyebrow.

Logan grew tired of being spoken to like one of the “saviors”, his father never spoke to him with love. He grew tired of watching how his father lived doing whatever he wanted whenever. It wasn’t right.

“I’ve done nothing for you but give you my everything so you don’t fucking end up lost out there in this world-“

“Please dad, you only use me to make me one of them.” Logan pointed at the men far off into the distance.

“They are all you care about. You never want to do anything but go out with those guys and threaten random people. You put fear into people’s hearts. Not to mention you make mom feel like crap.”

His words left Negan speechless, Logan could tell he struck a nerve when he mentioned you.

“Yeah dad, mom sees how you look at these other women. She cries herself to sleep at night while you’re out drinking and doing god knows what. You were already never the best dad and now it’s even worse that your only focus seems to be owning people.” Logan turned crossing his arms with a pout.

“Uncle Dan never did that to mom.”

Negans eyes widened. The envy Negan had for his younger brother Dan with how close he had been with his son always pissed him off. Dans relationship with you pissed him off most. Negan at one point had lost the two of you and Dan helped support you guys. He protected you two and was always there no matter what. Negan never mentioned it to you, but he always wondered if anything had ever happened between the two of you while you thought he was dead. Dan was always around at the compound but Negan kept his distance from his brother, they were never close. He never allowed you to speak to him once he found you guys either. He only let Dan stay at the compound so he wouldn’t look like sucha horrible man to you kicking him out in the unknown.

“You don’t dare mention that man again.” Negan spoke in a low threatening voice.

“Why? Cause he was a better dad than you?! Cause he never made mom cry?!”

Negan clenched his teeth together as anger grew in him.

“I’m tired of you never being there to talk to me, I’m tired of hearing you yell at mom when she doesn’t do anything wrong but make sure you always have what you need when you go to leave our side all day.”

Negans anger slowly started to turn his stomach, he cursed at himself before he began to feel a pool of guilt slowly begin to grow in the middle of stomach. He knew he was wrong.

“When you do finally come home you’re drunk. I saw mom the other night try to lay you down comfortably on the couch, she noticed some mark on your neck and started crying. I never asked her what that was about- but I don’t care I hate seeing mom cry. She deserves someone better than you.”

Negan thought back to that morning he realized one of the women had left him a hickey the night before, he had hoped you didn’t see it and covered it with a red scarf.

“Shit..” Negan whispered thinking how you acted like nothing was wrong at all. He looked over at his son then looked down at the ground disappointed at himself.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore, I’m going back to mom.” Logan stomped off and Negan didn’t bother to stop him. He sat there in a daze wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He knew he wasn’t perfect but he let the life style he chose get the best of him. He knew Logan deserved better, he knew you deserved better.

Negan got up packing the guns away and tried to catch up to his son who was already stepping back inside the house.

“Logan? That was quick.” You came out of the kitchen as he slammed the door behind him, you could see Negan not too far away.

“Oh god..” you whispered with anxiousness.

“Sweetheart, you ok?” You ran up to Logan seeing how upset he was.

“Fine mom, just going to my room.” He stomped up the stairs and closed the bedroom door right before Negan stepped in.

Looking back at the door, you were ready to hear Negan jump down your throat.

“Negan I-“

He shook his head waving his hand for you to not speak as he walked towards you. That’s when you suddenly noticed the different look in his eyes. He stopped right before you and looked down at you seeming to struggle to find the right words to say.

“I fucked up..” He whispered as his breathing grew hard. You blinked in a bit of confusion.

“I-“

“Dan never made you cry.” Negan said softly. The mention of Dan catching you off guard, you know how much he didn’t like to speak of him.

Still, you didn’t know what to say back, you didn’t understand what the hell happened in the short time they were gone.

“I should’ve been the one to never make you fucking cry.” He caressed the side of your face making you shiver. It had been so long since Negan touched you this way.

“I’m...I’m sorry for letting you and our son down.”

“Negan...” you whispered not sure where this was suddenly coming from.

“Norah..did-“ you felt Negans hands tighten lightly around your arms as he struggled to ask you this question.

“Norah, please tell me...did you let Dan touch you while you thought I was dead?”

You could see the desperation in his eyes as he stared down at you afraid of what he’d hear.

“Touch me? Negan no!” You almost screamed. The man was your husbands brother, how could you? You heard Negan let out a deep breath before he looked up the stairs at his sons bed room door.

“I really fucked up. I really fucked up with the two of you.”

“Negan I’m fine just talk to your son-“

“No you’re not.” He responded sternly quickly looking back down at you.

“You’re not fucking fine. I know you saw that hickey.” Your eyes widened at what he said.

“I know you’ve seen and heard a lot, our son has watched you cry.”

You looked down trying to hold back tears at that very moment. You never wanted your son to see you upset.

“I didn’t mean for him to see me that way.”

“I should’ve never made you that way.” Negan whispered before pulling you close.

“I’ve been a fuck up as a father and a shit husband. I promise you, that will all change from this day on.” You felt his lips kiss your forehead softly as he squeezed his eyes shut. Negan meant every word he said.

“What can I say to him?” Negan whispered looking up the stairs. He didn’t know how to speak to his son, he seemed so innocently lost.

“Just apologize to him. Show him you will be different and let him slowly open up to you again.” Negan looked down at you with glossy eyes.

“I don’t want my son to hate me. I fucking hated my dad.” Negan sniffed and clear his throat stopping himself from getting emotional.

“He doesn’t hate you. He just doesn’t like what you do. You can still fix this, Negan.”

“I will. I promise you, on our son. I will.”

With time Negan knew he’d be dedicated in winning back his sons love, he would make sure to win back his wife’s happiness and trust.

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to-pick-ourselves-up-7 · 5 years

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The Marks of Running Ink pt.79

The Walking Dead [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Negan x Tory Miller (ofc)

Summary: History had never been wrong about the lengths human beings would go for survival, for pride, for love… Tory Miller never thought she would see it unfold with her own eyes, not after the end of an era, but she could understand. Now, their war was being fought in all fronts. Negan’s was for pride, Rick’s was for survival, both of them were unstoppable forces. And her war? Tory’s war was for love.

Warnings: SLOW BURN, angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, child endangerment, general trauma, drama, mentions of infidelity and polygamy, general lack or morals, mentions of nudity, graphic sexual scenes (nsfw), mentions of blood, apocalyptic world. As always, I don’t want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk.

Author’s note: I’m back. The hiatus is over (I hope so). Guys, the person who started writing this chapter is not the same person who finished it. The last tow months have taught me a damn lot about myself, my writing and how commitment can drive you to success. I got a job now, but I’m trying to write every day, several chapters are already done and waiting edition. If you’re still here, thank you so very much, I adore you. If you’re new here, welcome on board. We’re opening to the close. Hit me up if you have questions :)

(gif credit goes to @neganuniverse)

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War

Alexandria, VA

A week and a half…

Carl had seen better days. He didn’t particularly like this one, but a resigned shrug accompanied that thought.

People didn’t get to choose the day of their death.

However, when you knew or had a timeline, there were things you could definitely do to pass the time. So, Carl helped Siddiq hide under the safe zone’s grounds, setting him up until the most imminent danger was over.

The younger Grimes didn’t expect Negan to not retaliate after what they had done to the Sanctuary; a little bit of guilt twisted in his gut thinking about the children and families in the compound, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

After showering and dressing his wound, Carl went to retrieve Judith from their neighbor, thanking the lady for taking care of his little sister and hugging her close to him as he took her home.

Judith was an independent baby. Carl liked to think it was the Grimes’ survival instinct. She was also a cuddly girl, who liked to be hugged and spoiled.

Carl smiled at his sister, wondering how she’d look in a year, in five years…

Tears prickled his eyes and he swallowed them, burying his nose in her hair. Judith smelt clean, like chamomile and baby powder.

A little giggle followed Carl’s inspection of his baby sister.

“Wanna paint something, Jude?”

“Yes!” she squealed happily, squirming to get free of his hold and run to her paints.

Carl cuddled her again before letting her go.

He was starting to feel a bit light-headed.

••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• •••

Simon needed an outlet; sure, the trash people had betrayed them and played the game a little too well.

That was a strong enough motive.

Negan had instructed a standard warning, but Simon was tired of Negan’s passive approach on things.

Before Elle, before Rick, before Tory…

Simon would have thought this was a temporary thing, but it seemed to him that Negan was becoming mellow in his old age, tired of fighting and not consolidating his domain.

Negan had respect and fear in his hands, and it was a delicate balance, tethering from the need of the people who believed in him. The problem was as they thrived, the people became more and more restless, tired of the system, tired of the blatant abuse of some over the many.

It was funny how much people tried to systematize things as if they had a form of government, because that wasn’t needed any longer.

With a pleasant smile, the right-hand man of the Saviors’ leader went on his way to terrorize the Hilltop. At the present moment, his best bet was using Negan’s influence until the man lost all of his power.

Once he was in charge, Simon would put things back in place, as they should have always been.

••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• •••

“You sure you’ll be okay?” Negan asked, watching Tory as she changed her heels for a comfortable pair of sneakers.

Tory smiled at him.

“You’re taking Simon with you, Dwight as well, Arat and Lucas are staying,” with a little sigh, Tory stood and turned to look at him. “We’ll be fine.”

“We’ll be fine?” the leader of the Saviors smirked, narrowing his eyes as his soulmate approached him and circled him with her arms.

“Vera and me, darling,” She mocked, giving him a look so innocent it almost made her eyes look silver. “We might make it a girl’s night. No alcohol, but maybe some chocolate I sneaked from Amber’s stash.”

“Right,” Negan drawled. “Don’t wait up for me, Gorgeous.”

“I’ll try not to,”

Silence fell between them, and Negan ignored the feeling of Tory’s fingers forming fists around the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Come back, old man.” She ordered.

“I’m a motherfucking cat, Gorgeous. Of course I’ll come back.”

••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• •••

Carl wasn’t surprised when the Saviors arrived at the gates of the safe zone. He had known that Negan would want revenge after the whole attack at The Sanctuary.

Negan’s voice permeated the still air around Alexandria.

“You may be wondering why the hell your lookout didn’t sound the alarm. See, we are polite, I mean, I don’t know when they’re gonna wake up from a shot like that, but they should wake up.”

The time had come.

“…is gonna get killed. Then I kill Rick in front of everybody, and we move on. You have three, count’em, three minutes to open this gate!”

No matter how much he thought about it -and Carl considered himself experienced enough-, he wasn’t ready to die, but there was no escape.

He gave the instructions of his plan to Michonne, Rosita and Daryl.

“Keep going, there’s gonna be people in there, they’re gonna need your help.” Carl said, getting an affirmative nod from Tobin.

Tara came up to him.

“We’ve got guns, we can fight them!”

Rosita shook her head.

“We will, but not now, Carl’s right,”

The damn whistling was keeping them on their toes.

Michonne’s voice made him turn to her.

“We can’t let them have this place.” She hissed.

“We can. All we need to do is survive tonight,” Carl went on, his tone firm despite the shivers he felt running down his back. “This is my show, you said it, this is my plan, and you’re gonna do it. You’re all gonna do it. So, let’s go!”

Negan’s augmented voice warned Carl as everyone went in the opposite direction.

“One minute! One. Minute.”

••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• •••

“All you had to do was follow some simple rules, but now? Well, now I see that you got to go!” Negan exclaimed into the microphone as he paced between his men, feeling his dormant fury go up at being ignored. “Scorched earth, you dick!”

“He’s not home.”

The sound of dozens of guns being cocked up at that young voice made Negan turn as well.

“Oh-ho-holy shit! Everybody hold you fire. It’s Carl. Look at you, answering the door like a big boy. I’m so proud. Daddy’s not home, huh?”

Negan did feel proud, the kid was short of eighteen, and he was facing him. “Well, I guess he’s gonna get back to a big old smoky surprise.”

Carl did not back down, the boy was made from fucking steel.

“There’s families here. My little sister.”

Anger shot through Negan. There were families at the Sanctuary too, people had to be put down after the stunt Rick and his merry band of survivors had put them through.

“Well, that shit just breaks my heart,” the community leader mocked. “There’s kids at the Sanctuary, you must have seen them. Even had a little baby at one of the of the outposts,” Negan growled, remembering little Gracie, who was a few months younger than Abby. “I wonder what happened to her…”

Putting down the mic, Negan looked at Carl in the eye, trying to make him understand his own fury, while gripping Lucille to stop himself from giving some reckless order. “None of this shit is fair, kid. Hell, you know that, you had to kill your own mom. That’s screwed up,”

Silence answered his words.

“Ergo, we need someone in charge who’s willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that shit doesn’t happen!” Negan stepped back, doing a half turn. “Oh, wait!” he turned back to Carl, opening his arms. “That’s me!”

“Bad stuff does happen, but we can figure this out. We can stop this.” Carl argued breathily, and Negan noticed.

The boy sure as hell did not fear him, what the hell was up with that?

“Oh, now you wanna talk? See, your dad had it that I had to die no matter what. He gave my people a choice, not me,” and there it was, Carl’s lower lip quivered. “Now we’re gonna need a new understanding. Apologies, punishm-”

“Kill me!” Carl interrupted, trying not to let desperation taint his voice.

And Negan stopped.

Anger gave way to incredulity as he walked forward. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. What this kid had just offered.

“What did you say?”

“If you have to kill someone, if there has to be punishment…Kill me. I’m serious.”

A twinge of anguish made Negan hesitate with an imperceptible gesture, and the former teacher felt grateful for the relative darkness. He liked Carl, he respected the kid, and he didn’t want Carl Grimes to die.

“You wanna die?” he teased, smiling when he felt like screaming at the boy.

“No, I don’t but I will. It’s gonna happen,” Carl paused, his one eye avoiding Negan’s gaze. “And i-if me dying could stop this, if it can make things different…for us, for you,” the boy looked at him now, his eye piercing and serious. “For all those kids…it’d be worth it,”

It was Negan’s turn to look down, unable to speak for a few seconds. The leader of the Saviors gave Carl a sideways look, waiting for the boy to continue.

“I mean, was this the plan? Was it supposed to be this way?… Is this what you wanted to be?”

A long, frustrated sigh left Negan, as he reigned in his anger and worry for Carl’s nobly foolish intentions; he was ready to blast him with a sermon of epic proportions when the sound of a distant crash made some of his men jump.

Fuck.

The Alexandrians were escaping while Carl entertained him! Even worse, the kid was nowhere to be seen!

“Son of a bitch, Carl! Was that just a play?! I thought we were having a moment, you little shit!” Negan turned to his men, signaling for them to draw before losing it with an enraged shout. “Bombs away!”

••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• •••

Tory was standing beside the window, looking east, trying to discern anything in the inky darkness of the night.

“You’d know if something was wrong, Tory.” Vera reminded her, giving her arm a meaningful look.

The young woman nodded, but she didn’t feel confident. A nagging feeling had been with her for hours, like something was going terribly wrong. Of course, it could have been simple paranoia after the multiple attacks she’d suffered in the span of half a year.

“Do you think Tanya would lend us her Monopoly?” Tory said, instead of voicing her feelings, there was nothing to be done for them. “We can wait it out.”

Vera smiled. “Let’s call Martha too.”

••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• •••

Negan had ordered his men to look for Carl and bring him in alive. He also made sure to leave Tory’s former home intact, hoping it would be a pleasant surprise amongst the smoldering ruin that Alexandria was bound to become in the next few hours.

Waiting for Rick in the darkness of his home wasn’t the long game Negan had anticipated.

The poor idiot had come soon after he’d found a hiding place, stage screaming for Michonne and Carl and Judith, with a gun in his hands.

That worry would serve him well.

Negan pounded Rick’s arms, making the man throw his gun to the floor from the impact, leaving him baffled and with his guard down.

A hit to the stomach proved much more satisfying when Rick gasped in pain.

“This shit isn’t funny anymore.” Negan growled, hitting the former sheriff once more, enjoying his pained shout as he took away his knife. “Don’t make me do this, Rick. I got plans for you, cut you up in little pieces, feed you to the dead and make you watch,”

Negan let Lucille fall over, while Rick rolled away with wide eyes, dragging himself up.

“When you’re a screwed up, creepy stump with a head…,” breathing in, Negan tried another blow that Rick sidestepped, falling on the dining room table and onto the floor, panting with the effort. “That’s when I’m gonna kill ya’,” Negan panted. “In front of everybody.”

Rick snorted in derision.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” he demanded.

“Nope!” Negan brought both of his arms up to hit Rick again, but he failed, and the sound of wood-on-wood rang in his ears for a few seconds, while they both circled the damned table.

“You know your kid volunteered to die? What kind of boy did you rise, Rick? I’m gonna fix him, ‘cause I like him. A few years and he’ll be one of my top guys,”

The fucking bastard dared hit him and Negan hit back, pushing Rick against the wall and hitting some side-table on the way. Rick was on the floor and Negan saw his chance.

“When I’m done with you, nobody will ever try to do what you did, not ever again! Not your friends…not your son…” Negan leaned in -stupidly, in hindsight- and Rick seized the opportunity to nail him with a fucking metal cup.

In the height of disrespect, the son of a bitch dared grab Lucille and try to hit Negan with her.

“Don’t you touch her!” he ordered with a savage growl, kicking Rick in the stomach, then in the chest as he was doubled over in pain. Rick still reached for the gun under the table and Negan wasn’t even aware as he threw him out of the window.

“Shit.” He whispered, furious with himself for failing.

He’d made a promise to go back, damn it all.

••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• •••

Hours earlier

Alexandria, VA.

Carl sighed as he closed the last letter. He wasn’t feeling the fever yet, but it wasn’t far away.

Knowing that he had a few hours left, Carl realized that he didn’t want to die. He had reasons to live.

He had a family, a girlfriend and a whole future ahead of himself. Sure, he would never be a cop like his dad, the world of now wasn’t a place for laws like those they had before.��

People had changed.

So had Carl.

It was the whole reason to help Siddiq into the safe zone. To give something back.

The Grimes boy didn’t believe in hell or heaven, he’d been too young when the world had ‘ended’ to understand all of Sunday school.

However, he liked the idea Siddiq had given him, to be put down was eternal rest for a lost soul.

There lay the conundrum he now had.

He couldn’t ask his dad to do it, nor could he ask Michonne, even hardened, world wise Daryl would hesitate to use the gun on him.

So, Carl planned the strategy to defend Alexandria and told Siddiq to stay hidden until everyone decided it was safe to leave, until after the siege by the saviors.

“Can you give these to my dad?” he asked the almost doctor.

Siddiq’s brown eyes looked at him, trying to understand his motives, Carl looked away.

“Okay.”

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Now

Carl didn’t know where he was.

He had been walking for hours after slinking away from Alexandria, not even making sure everyone was safe.

He had to trust them.

The night had given way to dawn as he walked a long, seemingly endless road, covered in leaves and dirt.

“Keep going, baby.” A voice whispered in his ear. It sounded eerily like his mom, and Carl cursed Negan for reminding him what he had done to her.

Tears leaked from his eye as Carl kept going, looking for a place to rest and wait for the inevitable.

After hours of walking and crying, Carl saw something in the distance.

A gate.

Was he hallucinating? It was a probability, he had never asked anyone if they knew what happen when you were bitten, and the ones actually qualified to answer could only moan and try to bite you.

Maybe he was delirious, because Carl heard voices raise in alarm as he stumbled his way to the rustic wooden gate.

He stood stupidly, waiting to see if the gate opened for him. the day was clear and hot, and the light of the sun felt so good in his clammy skin.

Carl wished he could drink some cold water.

He never noticed the arms surrounding him and bringing him inside the gate, into the walls of the community.

Between lucidity and unconsciousness, Carl heard a kind voice call to him.

“We got you, son, we got you.”

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you woke up fast, sitting up and looking around. “looks like Sleeping Beauty’s awake.” a voice drew your attention to your left where you realized Negan was sitting in a chair, a book on his lap as he grinned at you.

“what happened?” you asked, lifting your hand to rub your head.

“you got knocked unconscious on the run.” he stated, “had to carry you here myself.”

you realized where you were. looking down at the bed. Negan’s bed. “thanks but i should really be goin-” you began, starting to stand but a wave of dizziness washed over you.

Negan was at your side in an instant, helping you lie back down, “woah there Princess, you got hit pretty hard, you should probably stay here for a while.”

“i dont want to intrude.” you said.

“you arent.” he said, “trust me. you could stay here forever if you wanted to.”

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ofxallxwexlost · 6 years

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PSA: Weekend Hiatus

Just letting everyone know that starting tomorrow I won’t be around this weekend. I am going to the Con in Hamilton, Ontario and working there but also dressing up as Fem Negan :D And then Sunday I have a film shoot! So I will post photos when I can!

xox

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negansdoll · 4 years

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Negan finds out you escaped the Sanctuary

Summary : Y/N left the Sanctuary, not accepting Negan’s behavior with some Saviors, and his relationships with his other wives. After have read the letter you left him, Negan did his best to find you, and when he finally did, he tried to convince you to come back.

( I’m French so I apologize for the mistakes ! :( )

You were one of Negan’s wives since a year when you escaped the Sanctuary. The first time you met Negan, this was because he saved you in the wood when you were trying to kill some walkers who were too many for you. You were only 18 when this happened. After that, Negan took you to the Sanctuary where he made his best to give you a “ beautiful life”. It didn’t take much time to fall in love with him despite all the terrible things he was doing to some saviors and some prisoners... But you couldn’t help loving him. He was the only man you ever loved in your life, you loved him so much that you have accepted to become one of his wives... but you hated to see him with other women. You were the youngest one and that’s way you were the only one he called his “ Babygirl”, also, he always told you that you were his favorite. You forgave him all the punishments he gave to his men but one day, after he literally threw a man into the fire, you just opened your eyes about him and you realized that the man you were in love with wasn’t as perfect as you thought all this time... Plus, it was too painful for you to see him with his other wives... All of this was already a good reason to leave, but what made you escape was the fact that he threw another guy into the fire for a stupid reason. This was just too much and too hard to accept, so you left and join Rick’s group in Alexandria.

Negan was in his office when Dwight knocked on the door. - Yeah ? asked Negan as Dwight entered. My Dwighty boy, he smirked. - Negan... started Dwight, clearly feeling uncomfortable. Have you seen Y/N lately ? - Not since a day... Why ? - Well... It seems like she has escaped. - What ? asked Negan, frowning. - I was just walking down the hallway when I saw the door of her room opened... And I also saw a letter on the bed, on which it was written “ Sorry”. - And so you read it ? asked Negan, arching a brow. - No I... Well just the beginning, I mean, I... - C’mon, said Negan.

Dwight took a deep breath before approaching him, and giving him the letter you wrote. - Now, get out. He looked at Dwight leaving his office before looking down at your letter on which he recognized your writing.

« Negan. I never thought I would write you a letter but I know it would be too hard for me to say all of this to you if you were in front of me. I’m leaving. I’m leaving the Sanctuary cause it’s too hard for me to accept all of this... The undeserved punishment and all your other wives. I thought I could live with it but I can’t. I love you, I love you like I never loved anyone else before and that’s why this is really painful to write all of this to you. I’m really sorry. I love you -Y/N »

Negan bit his bottom lip while reading... He was shocked. He thought you were happy and that you were not really paying attention to the things he was doing and about his wives... but you left him.

Negan took a deep breath before closing his eyes a second. You left.

He suddenly swept away all which was on his desk with his arm before screaming his rage. You left him. You were no longer here and you were no longer his.

He suddenly took his talkie-walkie and brought it to his mouth.

- Everyone in my office. NOW ! he ordered the Saviors before banging his fist on the table.

A minute after, Dwight, Simon, Arat, Laura, Regina and other Saviors were all sitting around the table looking at Negan, holding Lucille.

- I need you all to leave the Sanctuary now. Y/N has escaped and I need you to find her as quick as possible. And when you’ll find her, bring her back here.

- Dead or Alive ? asked Simon smirking a little.

Everyone looked at him frowning as Negan clenched his fist on his bat before suddenly banging it on the table.

- If no one find her, you’ll be the one who’ll be dead, he said in a low voice. Now you go, he then said to the others.

Four days has passed since Negan send almost all the saviors to find you but no one saw you. Negan was in his office, feeling completely depressed... He realized that he cared about you more than he thought. He knew he loved you but not this much. He was missing you and he started to be really afraid that something happened to you.

He looked up when he heard someone knocking on the door.

- Come in.

- We found her, we found Y/N, said Simon.

Negan instantly looked up to him.

- Where is she ? he asked, standing up.

- She’s in Alexandria.

Negan frowned.

- Alexandria ?

- Yeah. We saw her there this afternoon.

- Alright. Thanks. Get out now, said Negan going back to his desk to take the talkie walkie Carl left to him before walking outside of his office while turning it on.

He took a deep breath before pressing the button.

- Is anyone listen to me ? That’s Negan, he said, praying for someone to answer his call.

- What do you want ? answered Michonne few seconds after.

- I... started Negan. Is Y/N here ?

- Why ? asked Michonne in a suspicious way.

- She left the Sanctuary. Some saviors saw her in Alexandria. Is she here ?

Michonne didn’t answered for ten seconds before sighting.

- She’s here, then what ?

- Let me talk to her.

- And why would I do that ?

Negan sighted.

- Cause if you don’t, I’ll come to Alexandria. Don’t you think that I made enough victims there ?

Michonne took few seconds to think about it.

- Alright, she simply said.

Negan took a deep breath, already knowing what he was going to tell you.

- Negan ? you asked in the talkie-walkie, surprised by his call.

You were not expecting him to look for you. You thought he wouldn’t care about you and your escape. Well, you were wrong.

- Y/N... Thanks God you’re fine... What are you doing in Alexandria ?

- Haven’t you read my letter ?

- I did... I did but... I still don’t get it.

- I thought I’ve been clear. Negan... I just can’t live with someone who’s doing such horrible things to people.

- They deserved their punishment.

- That... That is what you think. But that’s not all... I’m done being “one of” your wives, just another girl that you can fuck whenever you want. It’s not what I want.

- Do you really think that there’s just sex between us ?

- Yeah. I feel like you’re not sharing the love I feel for you.

Negan bit his lip feeling his heart sinking in his chest. He loved you and that was hurting him to hear you saying this.

- Y/N... Sweetheart I... How can you think this ? This is more than just sex I mean... I know I never tell it to you but I...

- You ?

- I love you, he admitted. And I want you to come back. I don’t think you realize how important you are to me. I just spent four of the most horrible days of my life, wondering where you were... Wondering if you... If you were still alive. You can’t imagine how worry I was for you. I thought I treated you good but then... it seems like I wasn’t. I need you by my side and if this means that I have to change, I will. I promise I will spend more time with you. I need you to come back and if this means that I have to choose between you and all my others wives, I’ll choose you without any hesitation. You know, you’re the only one I really care about. It’s you since the beginning Y/N. So please. Forgive me for being such an asshole. I need you.

You held back tears... That was the first time Negan truly opened himself to you or to anyone else by the way. That was the first time he admitted you how he felt for you and especially, that was the first time he told you that he loved you.

You realized, by his words, that he was really carring about you. He opened his heart to you and this meant a lot to you, you knew Negan hated to do and say this kind of things.

- Do...Do you really think all you said ? you asked him, a tear streaming down your cheek.

- Course I do. Why would I said that otherwise ? You know I hate to talk about my feelings this way. But I don’t care if I’m ridiculous now, I need you to know ‘bout how I feel for you.

- That’s not ridiculous. Or this means that we both are cause I... I feel the same for you.

- So come back. Come back. Please.

You closed your eyes for a minute before smiling a little.

- Do you really think they’ll let me leave Alexandria as easily ? Don’t forget who you are to them.

- I’ll kill them all if they want to keep you with them, said Negan, smirking.

- No one needs to die Negan. I’ll... Okay I’ll leave it tonight.

- Tonight ? There’s no way you go in the forest at night. Do you want me to remind you what happened the last time you were alone in the wood ?

You laughed a little, remembering the night you met.

- No, I’ll come and pick you. Just tell me where I should wait.

- Negan, you don’t need to... you started but he cut you.

- Y/N. Where ?

- Alright. To the East.

- Fine. Get ready or tonight then.

- Thank you.

- There’s no need to thank me for it sweetheart.

- No I mean really... Thank you, Negan.

Negan smiled a little.

- No Y/N. Thank you for giving me another chance to treat you the way you deserve.

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negansdoll · 4 years

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« Just... Just let me love you »

( Negan x Reader )

Summary : When Negan found out Y/N cheated on him, he sent Dwight to pick her in her room to have a discussion with her. Y/N explained as better as she could that she did this to make him feel the pain she felt everytime he went with his other wives but Negan finished by admitting the reason why he’s doing all this to Y/N.

You were in your room, in the Sanctuary when someone knocked on your door.

- Yeah ? you asked, before looking up. Dwight, you smiled. - Negan wants to see you, he said, looking worry.

- You’re alright ? you asked, standing up and walking to him.

- I am but... Negan seemed really mad.

- Mad ?

- Mad at you, yeah.

You smiled a little, knowing the reason why.

- I see, you said before leaving your room.

You both went to Negan’s office and before you entered, Dwight grabbed your wrist.

- Be careful, I told you, he seemed really pissed off.

- Don’t worry, you said, winking to him before knocking at the door.

- Come in, you heard Negan say.

You then entered and closed the door before turning round to your husband who was sitting on his chair, holding Lucille.

- Heard you wanted to see me, you said.

- Yeah. I guess you know why, he said with darkness in his eyes.

You smirked a little.

- Oh yeah, I know.

- Come and sit, he ordered you.

You obeyed him and walked to his office before sitting on the chair in front of him.

- So you know why you’re here, right ?

- I guess.

Negan looked into your eyes before chuckling.

- Say it.

- I’m sorry ?

- Tell me what you’ve done.

- Do I need to ? you asked with sarcasm.

- Yeah. Tell me Y/N, tell me you cheated on me.

You chuckled a little before nodding.

- Yeah Negan, yeah I cheated on you.

He slowly brushed his beard, not saying anything while looking into your eyes. You admitted to cheated on him and you shew him no regret.... how disrespectful.

- You see... he started.

- C’mon, you’re not gonna tell that it was bad, you chuckled before he suddenly bagged Lucille on the desk which made you jumped.

- You shut the fuck up, he said with a dark voice. I do not appreciate you cheating on me. I do not appreciate you admitted it to me with an idiot smile, and I do not appreciate you making fun of me ! he almost yelled.

- Fine, and I do not appreciate you cheating on me with your other wives, you answered.

- Who was it with ?!

- Cause you really think I’ll tell it to you ? you asked, frowning.

- Yeah you better tell me.

- I won’t.

Negan stayed silent for a second before standing up to walk to you as you stayed on your chair.

- Y/N, Baby, don’t try to act like you’re more intelligent than me, cause we both know you’re not.

You looked at him, frowning, slowly shaking your head before slapping him.

- Fuck you, you said. Negan turned his head back to you.

- You’re still wondering why I’ve done this ? Why I fucked with another guy than you ? You treat me like shit, you treat me like I’m nothing but just a girl you can fuck whenever you want. You’re not the Negan I fell in love with. This Negan has disappeared the day I accepted to come live here. I’ve been stupid thinking you would treat me differently than the rest of your wives. So yeah, yeah I cheated on you and this makes me really happy to see how mad this makes you feel. I just... I just want you to know how it feels to be treated this way, cause that’s how I feel when I’m alone in my bed at night, knowing that you’re fucking or making love to another girl than me, you said.

Negan looked at you, and when you saw the darkness disappearing from his eyes you understood that he got what you said.

- You wanted to make me jealous baby ? Well congrats. I do understand but this can’t happen again.

You frowned. No, no he didn’t get what you told him.

- You can’t do it again, he said.

You instantly lost the « happiness » you felt by seing him getting jealous. He didn’t care about your feelings and the reason why you did this.

You looked at him with sadness in your eyes, slowly shaking your head before pushing him away, standing up and going to the door of his office.

- I haven’t told you to leave ! he almost yelled but you didn’t care.

You opened the door and left his office to join your room.

Once you were in it you slammed the door before falling onto your bed, crying.

You loved Negan, you truly loved him, that’s why you accepted to share him with other women. Before the apocalypse this would have been inconceivable for you but everything was different now. You thought he loved you too but it was obvious that he only cared about you for sex and nothing more.

After around ten minutes, the door opened as someone entered. You didn’t looked up, knowing it would probably be Dwight, who came to comfort you, he was your only friend at the Sanctuary.

You heard the door closing and stepping sound before feeling someone sitting on the bed just next to you.

Dwight put his hand on your back to brush it.

- I was wrong doing it Dwight, you cried. I thought he would realize how painful this is when someone you love is cheating on you but he... he didn’t care. That’s obvious... He doesn’t love me, the only thing that matters for him is sex. So why... why couldn’t I stop loving him... Why... you cried even more.

Your heart stopped beating when you looked up and discovered Negan instead of Dwight.

The way he was looking at you was different from the one when you were in his office.

- Y/N... Sweetheart I... he started. I’m sorry.

You frowned, what ?

- I’m sorry for sucking at being an husband, he chuckled. I’m sorry for being such an idiot with you. You know, sex is the only reason why I have all those girls. I’m not their husband to have a love story with any on them. I thought you knew it, but it seems like you don’t cause you... you said you loved me.

He slowly brushed you cheek as you looked at him, losing yourself into his eyes.

- You shouldn’t love me Y/N.

- It’s too late now, and you know it... you said as a tear streamed down your cheek. Why... Why can’t you let me love you...

Negan looked down and for a second, vulnerable Negan shew himself.

- Cause I’ll never allowed myself to love you back, he admitted looking up to you.

- Why ... you asked slowly shaking your head, not understanding. Cause I’m not good enough for you ?

- No, it’s not... it’s not about you Y/N. It’s about Lucille.

- Lucille ? you asked not understanding why he talked about his bat.

- My wife. My wife before all of this, before the apocalypse.

You frowned. You didn’t know he had a wife.

- Lucille was... She was perfect, I had loved her like I never loved any other woman in my life but I was just a coward. I cheated on her many times even if I loved her... And then... We found out she had a cancer, he said still looking down. When I discovered it... I stopped seing the girl I was cheating on her with to be by her side to fight against this cancer... She... She fought as better as she could but... She died... She died and the pain I felt at this moment was... so intense that I promise myself I’ll never live this again, he said as you felt your heart breaking in your chest.

He looked up to you.

- I don’t wanna fall in love again Y/N, not in this world where danger is everywhere. I... I couldn’t go through the pain of losing someone I loved this much again. I wouldn’t be strong enough.

You looked down, bitting your lip. This was the first time Negan shew a vulnerable part of him.

- But is it worth living without love in it ? you asked.

You looked up and met his eyes.

- Negan, I... I understand you, but... you’re not gonna lose me. Just... Just let me love you, let me show you how can everything be different. I just need you to focus on me and me only.

You then put your hands on his cheeks to slowly brush them.

- I’m sorry, I’m sorry for cheated on you.

- And I’m sorry for the pain I caused you, he admitted.

You smiled a little before pressing your lips against his as you pulled him closer to you.

- Just give me a chance, you begged him.

- Y/N... I...

- Negan, just... Let me love you and let yourself a chance to love me...

Negan looked at you and stayed quiet for a few seconds before slowly nodding.

- That won’t be hard, he whispered before kissing you. Don’t make me regret this decision... he then said before lying you down on the bed.

- I swear you won’t, trust me...

Alright, I didn’t know how to end this imagine so........

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thewalkingdead-imagines · 6 years

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Negan Imagine ~ Sick Days

Prompt: “Are you cold?”

“Are you cold? Still?”, Negan worriedly asked as he stood in front of the bed, his concerned glance wandering over your curled up figure beneath the several dark blankets while another harsh cough erupted your throat and sent stinging aftershocks through the rest of your body. “Shit, you are”, he grumbled, more to himself than to you as you cuddled more up into the pillows, trying to get a rest of your head that felt as if the pressure pushing in on your skull was trying to bring it to explode any second. Sniffling, you looked up at him, through half opened eyes that caught him pondering for a moment before he slowly walked closer towards the large bed and sat down on its edge, letting the mattress bend slightly beneath his weight. Your glance followed each of his moments as well as it could, trying to keep the sunlight that was streaming through the large windows from dazzling your exhausted eyes too much before they caught his large hand reaching up to you. Softly, almost overly cautious his palm placed on your cheek, bringing a soft hum of yours forth as soon as his touch met your skin that was so much softer compared to the rough coughs that else escaped your lips. Slowly, his thumb began to stroke over the prominent part of your cheekbone, tracing along the skin while you could feel his glance being stuck to your face as you leaned into his soothing touch. It lasted seconds, pleasing but way too short seconds until the next cough boomed through your ribcage up your throat, letting you shake against the soft pillows beneath your head until it ebbed away once again just to make sure you knew it would return earlier or later. “Fuck”, you heard Negan quietly grumble as he caught the way you shuffled into the pillows, trying to soothe your body from the pain the cough had given to your already sore throat while the coolness tried to conquer your body, tried to march into the blankets and make its way closer and closer until it could slip beneath your skin. “Looks like I gotta be your living hot water bag, huh?”, Negan asked, trying his very best to let the chuckle that was leaving his lips outdrown the concern that was stuck in his voice. Slowly, you glanced up at him, feeling how his hand ran from your cheek down the back of your neck for a short moment, giving it a soft caress with his rough fingertips before it left your body to lift the mountain of blankets you were hiding beneath. “You’re gonna get sick too”, you grumbled, concerned even though you craved for his touch while your voice was barely audible as the cold had taken most of it hostage and was letting the bit of rest it had left you sound like the horribly scratched part of a CD. “Well, then so be it. I don’t give a fuck”, Negan grumbled, his voice softer than the words made it seem as he slipped faster beneath the blankets than you had expected and shifted against you, careful and as if you would break if he would move just a little too harsh. “You’re gonna come here? Let us make this cold our bitch together?”, he asked, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you glanced up at him and caught the hope in his eyes that was trying to make itself room next to the concern that was still not about to beat retreat anytime soon. Slowly, you nodded, feeling yourself crave his closeness with each bit you felt his body shifted against yours. His arms were spread wide open as you huddled closer up against him, trying to move your exhausted body as well as you could beneath the layers of blankets until the moment you could feel him wrapping his arms protectively around you. And god, did it feel good. It always did, his arms always had some kind of magical effect on you as soon as they captured you in an embrace but right now it felt like they had healing powers as well. Humming quietly, you let your arm wrap around his torso and let your head sink into his chest until the soft white fabric was pressing against your skin and left you craving for more. So slowly, you were nuzzling your nose into the warm skin hidden beneath the shirt so you could feel the soft dark curls of his chest hair press up against it, could feel the way his chest was rising and falling with each breath he took and hear here and there the steady sound of his strong heart beat. His warmth was operating on you like a drug, and was letting you crave for even more as he began to cradle you against his firm chest, shift you a little up to let his warm lips press a soft kisses on your forehead and temple and let his large and soothing hands rub over your back and play with your hair until they came to a stop to just hold you. His warmth wasn’t magically letting your cold symptoms vanish, your head was still full and stuffed with pressure, your nose was still running and left you sniffling, your coughs were still letting your body erupt with shocks but it was giving you the comfort you needed right now. “How about you go to sleep now, huh? And when you wake up, this shit’s gone but you know what, big ol’ Negan will still be right here”, he grumbled, cradling you closer against himself before a small laughter let his chest vibrate against your weakened body. “Shit, that sounded cheesy as fuck...like right out of some shitty romantic movie, didn’t it?”, he chuckled about his own sappiness, cradling you a little closer as a cold minted, rough but small laugh was leaving your lips. “Mhmm yeah..but I like that idea”, you grumbled into his shirt, cuddling even closer up to his tall frame to catch more of the intoxicating warmth and comfort he was giving off. “Well, then we’ll do it just like that...and just to be clear, nothing would get me to leave you now. Not even a damn herd of dead fuckers”, he grumbled against your skin as he pressed another kiss on your forehead, letting the softness of his lips mix with the roughness of his beard stubble while a smile began to grow on your lips, allowing you to forget about the cold for just a bit.

And as you finally began to drift off to sleep, still feeling his arms wrapped around you, his chest rising and falling beneath your head and his lips brushing over your skin, this smile grew a little more as you knew that this would all still be there with you as soon as the sleep would loosen its grasp on you again.

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