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negandarylsatisfaction · 6 months

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[SUMMARY: Negan and Glenn’s sister grow feelings for one another without her knowing who Negan truly is or what he has done.]

Negan froze at the very familiar name you mentioned. He cleared his throat as you opened the book and slowly turned the page. Negan never knew you had a brother….much less that his name was Glenn.

Negan and Cindy

Negan was now apart of a group you had been staying with for the past year. Neither of you knew much about each other but it was clear the two of you enjoyed spending time with one another. Week after week looking for one another, feelings grew.

Negan had a past just as you did, but neither of you spoke of it and you liked it better that way.

That afternoon Negan sat with you to eat like he usually did. The two of you would take breaks around the same time to accompany each other and talk.

“I have a little something for you” Negan proceeded to pull out something wrapped in a blue cloth. Unwrapping it slowly he revealed a book.

“Oh, you got me a gift” you responded playfully with a smile.

“Mhm” he smirked proudly as he handed you the book.

“Oh…” the look in your eyes instantly dropping, he furrowed his brows not sure why the sudden change of expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just-“

“You don’t like it”

“This was my brothers favorite book” you whispered, a faint smile appearing on your lips as your hands brushed down the cover. Negan looked down at you with a sigh.

“I’m sorry-“

“It’s ok, it’s nice to have some reminders of Glenn” Negan froze at the very familiar name you mentioned. He cleared his throat as you opened the book and slowly turned the page. Negan never knew you had a brother….much less that his name was Glenn.

“Glenn” Negan repeated in a hoarse tone making you look up.

“Yes…I don’t speak of him much…he was killed seven years ago..” you looked down at the book.

“His wife explained to me what happened but…I still don’t know who did it. She never liked mentioning his name…I don’t even know what happened to her..” you looked up with a sarcastic laugh.

“What’s new though right?” you turned another page as Negans jaw clenched. His body tensing with the information he was just given.

How the hell could it be?

Negan had no knowledge of having any other family but Maggie.

“Sorry…didn’t mean to ruin this surprise” you looked up noticing an almost disturbed look in his eyes.

“You ok?” You placed your hand on his making him quickly pull away.

“I need a drink” he abruptly stood up walking towards the bar your sanctuary was lucky enough to have. You stared at him confused as you grabbed the book and quickly followed.

Negan grabbed a bottle pouring himself whiskey chugging it down quickly.

“Negan-I’m sorry” you caught up to him.

“I didn’t mean to ruin the moment. I love the book”

“You didn’t ruin a thing, doll” he responded without looking back at you taking another quick chug.

“So then look at me” you watched as Negans broad shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath. He couldn’t bring it upon himself to look you in your innocent brown eyes knowing what he had done. Knowing you wouldn’t want anything to do with him if you knew the truth.

Without saying a word he stood up and left the room with all strength he had, refusing to look back at you. Your heart felt as if it sunk deeply into the pit of your stomach. There was no explanation as to what made him suddenly act this way. After many weeks of getting to know one another, spending time together, this was a side of him you weren’t familiar with.

You refused to let it end this way.

Barging into his bedroom you found Negan looking out his window brushing his hand through his hair. He almost seemed stressed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He turned to you as you shut the door behind you.

“What the hell did I do? And don’t tell me nothing because clearly there’s somethig”

Negan sighed.

“You didn’t do a thing, sweetheart”

“So why are you acting weird after you gave me this book?”

He couldn’t find the words to say as you looked up at him clearly upset. The slight scrunch of your nose and furrow of your brows, your hand on your hip, there he was distracted again by any little move you made.

“Cindy. You should leave” his voice was low.

“I’m not leaving” you responded, he pressed his lips together clearly frustrated that you wouldn’t listen.

“It’s for your own good”

“What the hell would you know what’s good for me?” Even through all the attitude and stubbornness, he couldn’t help but be caught up in the intense attraction he had for you. All he could do was stare down at you with so much going through his mind at once.

“Oh you have nothing to say now, huh?” You tilted your head looking up at him when he suddenly grabbed your face and kissed you. His body pushing you against the wall as you wrapped your arms around him. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this with what he knew but fuck, it was hard to ignore how much he wanted you. You let him kiss you as his lips trailed to your neck making you moan.

“God damn you, why couldn’t you just listen to me?” He whispered as his hands roamed down your body. His lips never leaving yours as you both fell onto the bed together removing one another’s clothing.

Sex with Negan was like nothing you had felt before. He was passionate yet dominating, his hands holding your hands down as he nibbled on your earlobe. Your body ached to feel him closer, closing your legs around him tightly, Negan swore right then and there he would cum. Each touch sending shivers through your body, you had wanted this for so long.

Once he finished you could feel his heart racing against your chest, his panting against your ear.

“Fuck” he suddenly uttered but his tone confused you. It wasn’t a curse of satisfaction, it almost sounded like regret.

“What’s the matter?” You asked as he lifted his head to look down at you.

“Nothing, doll” but you could see it in his eyes.

“You didn’t want to do this?”

“Of course I fucking did” before you could say another word he kissed you gently. The guilt Negan felt in that moment he knew he deserved to feel.

He fucked up and there was no going back.

The thought eating up at him he abruptly stood up and began to get dressed.

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta go” was all he could say as you sat up.

“I’m in your room Negan. Where on earth could you be possibly going?”

“Look-“ he stopped to turn back to you as he buttoned his pants.

“I’ll be back alright. Just give me a damn minute” he walked out leaving you in his bed confused and upset all over again.

Deciding to leave his room, you didn’t care if he was coming back. It wasn’t fair for him to continue acting this way without any proper explanation. Heading to your room you locked the door and got into bed, you had enough for the day.

Once Negan returned to his room, he was disappointed but not surprised to find you had left. He looked at his bed and cursed at himself, throwing his jacket against the wall. Negan hated his past and now it had come back to haunt him.

The next few days you went about your duties at the sanctuary helping clean up around the town.

A little over a week had passed and you hadn’t said a word to Negan, it angered you that he didn’t have a word to say himself. You stood on your side beginning to work as Negan was across from you in a baseball cap. You turned the opposite way, ignoring his presence he looked up at you and instantly tensed up.

Digging through the dirt to plant some crops you felt his eyes on you but you didn’t dare to look up.

“Cindy” hearing his voice unexpectedly caused you to freeze.

“Cindy..look at me” you could hear the regret in his voice, he knew he was wrong.

“Now you have something to say?” You looked up at him with hurt in your eyes.

“Look-“

“Look nothing. If you wanted to just fuck me you could’ve told me that, I’m not a little girl. But playing this whole game acting like you cared-“

“It wasn’t a game” he quickly defended himself.

“I wasn’t just trying to fuck you, that’s not what this is” he insisted.

“I don’t care what this is or was anymore. I’m over it” you lied as you reached in your bag.

“Here, you can take this gift back. Give it to the next woman you want to fool” you threw the book he gave you at his chest and walked away.

Tears streaming down your face, you hated that you had any feelings towards him. Wiping them away you ran into one of the leaders who expressed there would be a new group that would be joining.

A man, a boy and two women.

You were asked to prepare spare rooms and did as you were told happily to distract yourself.

A few hours later you were told the new comers had arrived, it being your job to show them the town and their rooms you waited by the gates when a very familiar face came out of the car. The sun in your eyes you placed your hand over your brows when the woman looked back at you making direct contact.

“M-Maggie?” You whispered in shock before realizing a young boy stood before her. You hadnt seen Hershel since he was four.

“Cindy” she ran to you with Hershel as tears welled up in both your eyes.

The two of you had so much to catch up on. So distracted with Maggie and Hershel you hadn’t thought of Negan. Hershel colored on the floor as Maggie and you sat at the table in your bedroom having a drink when you heard a sudden knock. You sighed as you stood up and opened the door to see it was Negan. Maggie’s cup slipped right from her hands as she stood in shock with who was before her.

“What the hell is he doing here?” You looked at Maggie confused.

“You know him?”

“Cindy get away from him” She responded, her eyes never leaving Negan.

“Maggie what is it?” You looked at her confused before looking back at Negan. Shock and guilt in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Cindy-“ he took a step towards you.

“You back away from her now” Maggie interrupted.

“What the hell is going on?!” You looked back at Maggie. Anger like you had never seen before, rage in her eyes as she stood with her hands balled into fists at her sides.

“You didn’t think to tell her about Glenn, did you?” Her words making your heart skip a beat.

“Glenn?” You whispered as your eyes met Negans.

With just that look you knew…

“It was you..” you felt as if you couldn’t move, your chest felt tight as you placed your hand over your heart looking away. You felt numb, this couldn’t be it, could it? The man who had feelings for being your brothers killer?

“Cindy..” you looked up at him to see eyes of defeat.

“You knew..” you whispered.

“No…no I didn’t know until you mentioned him-“

“Don’t believe a word he says, it’s all apart of his sick game.” Maggie rushed behind you. Negan wouldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Cindy I swear I didn’t know at first”

“That’s why you acted like that after I mentioned him” you chuckled sarcastically in disbelief.

“I slept with you and….and you-“ covering your lips in disgust you shook your head. You couldn’t believe yourself.

You couldn’t believe him.

As shock subsided an anger like you had never felt before grew inside you. Anger that burned in the pit of your stomach, anger you couldn’t control you suddenly looked up and with both fists shoved Negan back.

“Get out!” He stumbled a step back with the same look of guilt.

“Cindy-“

“You heard her-“ Maggie stood in front of you blocking Negans view of you. He looked down at Maggie taking a deep breath before she slammed the door in his face.

Turning to find Hershel watching all that had just occurred, Maggie pulled you to the corner of the room as you began to cry. Negan could hear your cries standing just outside the door.

Disappointed in himself was an understatement..

“I trusted him Maggie, I trusted him!” You angrily whispered.

“You didn’t know” she attempted to comfort you.

“But he did…how could he be so…-“

“Evil? I’ve asked myself everyday“ Maggie placed her back pack on.

“Tomorrow we’ll talk to the leaders here and they’ll have him removed and I’ll be outside waiting for him” she explained making you raise a brow.

“Waiting for him for what?”

Maggie stopped in her tracks, looking up at you as if she expected you to know.

“Cindy…I’m not letting him get away again.”

“So you’re gonna kill him?” You whispered.

“Of course. It’s been too long-“

“But Maggie-“

“He killed your brother, don’t tell me you’re having an ounce of sympathy for this monster.” She quickly snapped. The truth was, you were angry, you were hurt, a part of you wanted to attack him yourself but…a tiny piece of you couldn’t simply shut off the feelings you had for him.

God you wish you could.

“What, you wanna let your brothers killer walk?”

“I know-“ you caught yourself getting loud and composed yourself.

“I know he killed my brother, Maggie. You don’t have to keep emphasizing that and I’m not saying to let him walk”

“Then what are you saying, because the look in your eyes is telling me your not in this and this ain’t right coming from you. You shouldn't second guess anything.” You rubbed your face in frustration not knowing what the hell to say.

“I don’t know dammit,”

“Well when you decide whether you want to stand for your brother or not you let me know.” She turned away from you as if you were no longer in the room. Angrily you walked out slamming the door and headed to your room.

This couldn’t be real, a man who you were sharing laughs with, time with…a man you grew to care for..he was responsible for Glenn’s death. The book Negan gifted you sitting on your nightstand, you threw it across the room when you heard a knock. You sighed, the last thing you wanted was to hear anymore lectures from Maggie.

“Maggie I already told you-“ you opened the door stunned to see Negan. Your lips parted in shock before you abruptly tried to slam the door shut just as he stopped it with his boot.

“Get out!” You screamed slamming the door again as he pushed it back with his hands.

“I just want to talk god dammit!”

“So you force yourself into my room” you backed away from the door as he let himself in.

“The only time I can actually talk to you with out your-“

“My brothers wife?”

Negan took a deep breath with furrowed brows.

“Look, you have every reason to never want to see me again but I only found out after I gave you the book.”

“And you still slept with me…knowing..” your voice shook in anger.

“Nothing can change what I did seven years ago but I promise you I’m not that man anymore, my feelings for you are real if it counts for anything. I know you don’t want to see me, I just needed you to know I’m sorry even if you never forgive me. I never meant to hurt you, Cindy.”

“Too late for that.” You whispered looking away.

“Cindy-“

“Get out Negan” your voice was calm but he knew you meant it. Without saying another word Negan turned to leave, opening the door you were both surprised to see Maggie standing on the other end.

“Magg-“

“I see you’ve made you decision, Cindy” Maggie ignored Negan before her looking at you in the back of the room.

“I haven’t made any decision, Maggie”

“Oh, it’s clear you have” she turned to Negan.

“And it’s a shame you let a monster manipulate you over your own brother.”

“That is not true!” You began to get upset walking towards the door but Negan didn’t move, standing between you both hearing what Maggie had to say.

“Oh yes it is. You should be ashamed of yourself, you don’t even know this man…God knows how youll end up if you stay with him-“

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Negan stepped forward tilting his head but Maggie stood her ground.

“Oh please-“ she began to laugh sarcastically.

“She’s in for misery and suffering if she stays with you, we’ve all seen what you’re capable of.”

“You think I’d hurt her?” He furrowed his brows.

Maggie silently shrugged her shoulders.

“You just better hope she’s not in the crossfire when I get to dealing with you because I won’t care who I have to get through to hurt you.”

Negan squinted his eyes staring down at Maggie, another step towards her.

“And you think I’d allow that to happen?”

You stood silently behind him hearing what was said.

Maggie didn’t respond, rolling her eyes she turned away and walked back to her room. Negan turned to you as you looked away.

“You can leave” you almost struggled to say…clearly apart of you not feeling this way. Negan didn’t fight your request.

“I’m not gonna let her drag you in the middle of this, her problem is with me, not you, Cindy. I won’t let that happen.” He assured you before leaving you at the door. Quickly you closed it unsure of what to feel at this point. None of this was right, none of this was fair…all you knew was that there was no easy decision to make.

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yourfavoritewriter69 · 26 days

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Heyyy so im currently on a Negan Smith x Female reader story right now called rude awakening i just wanted to let yall know that there is something in the worksss!!! Also if you want to be apart of the tag list lmk in the comments!

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The story is 18+ plenty plenty plenty of smut but there is a plot when negan loses his most precious thing he will do just about anything to get her back and when he does she is in for a rude awakening…..

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danddymaro · 1 year

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With me| Daryl Dixon x Reader

Daryl finding the reader after a long time. (I’d like to think after the farm)

comfort / reunions.

Sweet stuff guys

Word Count:472

With me

You stood shorter than him, and yet he bowed his head without a hitch, the man left so open pride was just a word.

His eyes glowed with a tender shine that was just a blink away from a tear, and yet he smiled.

He smiled, and even if it trembled you didn't doubt he was happy.

No one could question him on the matter.

No one would have to.

- And no one could tease it away like before.

He produced a shaky little smile that he couldn't fight back as he brought you close, leaning down for good measure just so his forehead could touch yours.

"You're alive..." he murmured, the low, raspy whisper only reaching you because he was so close, closer than he'd ever been before.

His hand that was at the back of your head caught your hair, and he held on just a bit too gruffly before he let go altogether.

He steps back for just a second to get a good look at you, and the sudden release leaves you surprised before he comes back to you altogether, his arms quickly wrapping around you so tightly that you almost struggle to breathe.

"I thought you..." he can't even say it, and he swallows down the sounds that threaten to escape him, that misery he’d tasted throughout all that time you were apart.

He closes his eyes tightly and he focuses on how warm you feel, how real you are.

How long has it been since you last saw him?

- The real Daryl, and not just the one in your yearning dreams, the ones where you’re back home, having spent not a moment apart.

The moment feels too much like a blissful make up of yours, but his touch feels too true.

It all feels like real life.

They're out there, your real family.

Soon his hands fall onto yours, and he's tugging you to him, "Come on," he tells you, his head nudging to a direction you'd yet to head, urging you to the beyond you’d yet to discover.

And your heart warms, it's so soft now because you just know he's leading you back to your people, back to everything you'd thought you'd lost.

Your eyes flood with unshed tears and you run into him again for good measure.

You're the one holding him now, and you refuse to let go.

"I missed you," you say, your voice tender, and there’s a hiccup in there you try to laugh off.

" Every second of the day..." you admit, afraid that somewhere in between you'll be separated again.

" I just knew you were out there,” you then added, never doubting him.

“ I just didn’t know if I'd get to find you,” you tell him.

“But you’re here now,” you say as your hands hold his cheeks, and he’s looking down at you with the same feeling that reflects from your eyes.

“You’re here with me,” you breathe out.

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jakessbtch · 1 year

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☆ water | c.g

masterlist | requests

TW ✿ ° : gun use, guns, mentions of death, close death, swearing

pairing ✿ ° : carl grimes x reader [platonic (could be more) + s/h]

summary of fic ✿ ° : When negan forces his daughter to fire on the battle field, she shoots a helpless boy. when he falls into the water unconscious, she can’t just leave him for dead.

requested by ✿ ° : @eveleighkinsey15

word count ✿ ° : 2.3k

a/n ✿ ° : this deleted the first time so i'm so sorry it took so long to get out x

death came by easier now, this was a world of death after all. the only thing you could really do now was wonder what happens after you do unfortunately die. were you still in your consciousness when you were a zombie? or did your consciousness go to a hopeful heaven like your spirit would? was there even a heaven for people who have kindness in there hearts? or did they make it to hell like the gross sickos and freaks?

y/n never really knew what happened once death occurred, but yet again no one really did. as she gazed out to the green decaying trees, she could only wonder if this was going to be her last fight alive. her father, negan smith, believed he had done it. he believed he had found these travelers in a venerable state to which he could kill their leader, rick. it’s all her ever talked about, kill rick this and kill rick that, it was annoying.

her dad was some kind of sicko like the ones in hell, yet she never had the guts to tell him her thoughts. she had let him run lose and kill who he could, she couldn't tell him not to go after innocents. honestly, she was scared. she was yelled at constantly, and she had gotten into incidents where he had to hold himself back from harming her physically. by now she knew what she could and couldn't say to him. she unfortunately knows what he could do to her ‘pretty little’ face.

“alright gang, they’ll be here soon! get out and hide so we can catch them!” y/n complied with her fathers pitiful orders. obviously she didn’t want to do this to them, but she also didn’t want to be alone either. she knew her father would drop her in the middle of no where, and dying alone was not on her bucket list. she opened the car door and stepped onto the grey gravel, everyone going to hide further up in the trees. she sighed, following the men as she didn't want to be left behind.

she silently ducked behind a blossoming juniper bush, reloading her carbine rifle so she could actually protect herself from the shots that were fired. her head was rushing with different kind of thoughts, but she needed to do this for herself, she needed to survive. she suddenly saw a dark red beaten jeep zoom nearby her, and she caught the face of daryl dixon, just for s split second. she knew daryl from an incident, so she knew rick was obviously with him. the two wouldn’t leave each other behind that easy.

it was silent for a long outstretched while, then the loud rumbling and roaring of a motor neared her once more, recognizing the red jeep from previously. she watched helplessly as daryl, rick, some woman and rick’s son got out the vehicle. they were all equipped with some form of weapons, so they weren’t leaving without a decent and bloody fight. y/n glanced at her father whom was in front of her, he had pulled the gun up to his eye. he peered through the scope right at the group.

the first shot crackled in the air like a blind firework, then multiple were fired shortly after. it was as if the first was a cue for the rest to start. y/n ducked lower to the grassy floor, anger bubbling through her body like a warm boiler. she glanced at her grinning father, growling at the way he was acting about this all. she then aimed helplessly at someone near by her, but because of their quick movements and dodges she couldn’t get a good shot on them.

after focusing on daryl’s quick body for too long, she heard a crackling snap of a twig behind her. just an animal, she told herself, but she thought different when she heard the horrifying cock of a handgun gun. she felt her heart skip a beat at the sudden noise. y/n never spun around so fast, shooting the perpetrator of the gun. the sound ripped through her ears like a rocket, making a terrible circuit sound whip around her head.

“oh my god, oh my god” she repeatedly whispered to herself, e/c eyes widening as she realized what sin she had preformed. the boy, who she now recognized as carl grimes, had been shot in the stomach. he just painfully watched her, letting his lip quiver with sudden fear. he felt all consciousness slip slowly from his head, eyes closing shortly after. his body stumbled as it hit the rotting tree behind him, then falling into the shallow waters bellow. despite the waters being shallow, his body did fall under the blue. he felt his body fall into a hidden piece.

“no no no! carl!” y/n gasped to herself, jumping up and starting to panic. she didn't know what to do, she didn’t know how to help him survive. she turned to where rick was crouched, he was making his way over slowly from behind the cars. maybe rick knew how to give cpr or something, she just needed him over here quicker. he needed to be closer to help his son. “rick! help! carl's been shot, he’s going to drown!” she screamed loudly before running into the water to try and pull him up.

she didn’t see rick run to where the two were previously, she was more focused on grabbing carl out of the blue water. his hat floated above the water, but she disregarded that as she found his clothed stomach floating just above the blue water line. she grabbed his cowboy hat while approaching his motionless body, placing the hat on his body. the slow ripples of his body made the water look pretty, maybe it was the wrong time and day for the water to look nice.

rick suddenly wailed at the sight of his son’s head underneath the water. he had lost his wife, and he couldn't loose his son too. y/n grabbed carl’s head carefully, raising it above the water. he looked rather peaceful, which pulled at her heart. was he dead? she pulled at his shoulders, etching him closer and closer to the bank of the stream. she kept thinking, a few more steps carl, just to reassure herself mainly. she didn’t want him to die, he still had a chance at a good and safer life.

“rick please! you have to know cpr or something! you have to save him!” y/n begged when she rested carl on the rough grey stones. the desperation in her voice shocked him, but he didn’t lack in movement. rick scrabbled to the two teenagers, whimpering and thanking the girl for grabbing his defenseless son. she sat back on the rocks while rick pumped at his chest aimlessly. she began counting to herself, how long it had been when he started the chest compressions. how long until it was too long.

“don’t yer dare, you ratbag” y/n looked up rather quickly to see her father angrily aiming a hand gun right at her face. her breathing suddenly stopped at the terrifying sight of her dad. she never thought she’d see this sight ever in her life, yet here she was. daryl had his shotgun aimed right at the back of negan’s head, eyes blazing red with hidden hatred for the elder man. ”put the gun down, and no one has ter get hurt” and negan obeyed. y/n had never seen her father shake from someone else’s words before.

“dad” the whisper came out rather softly yet noticeably, and rick started contagiously smiling. a few people let out sighs of pent up relief when carl sat up. his eyes squinted at the sudden blast of light, yet turned to see the events unfold. everyone remained still, y/n still staring desperately her sadist father. well the man she used to dumbly consider a father. she didn’t know him anymore, this whole apocalypse made him fowl and disgusting. this whole apocalypse changed him for the worst.

“y/n listen to me, get back in the car, you’re helping the enemy, i can’t even consider you my child. you sicken me” y/n felt the anger shoot through her like a gun bullet. was he seriously pulling that card? “good, I don't want to be your sick little offspring at all! i’m fucking sick of you and your disgusting behaviors! you have never once been my father since this started, and you never will be! so leave me for dead then!” the words flew out before she could process them. and when she did process them, she couldn’t stop now.

“i never wanted to fight you or challenge, i've been to scared of you. but i will not stand down to you anymore negan! I’m not fucking scared. you have ruined my life! dad’s aren't mean to do that to their daughters!” she wailed in horror, wet and fat tears filling her e/c eyes. she had never cried in front of her dad before, but she needed this moment. this was her moment. “we are only two people with the same last name.. we have no similarities anymore. you are dead to me” she finished angrily.

“negan, its best you and your pity party leave” rick spoke up bravely, standing to his feet, “she’s coming back with us” y/n turned her gaze to rick. he had now stood up at carls side defensively, carls blue eyes wondering to his angry father. “i think she’s made it very clear that she doesn’t love nor need you in her life” y/n dropped her head lower to the floor. she couldn’t look anyone around her in the eye right now.

“fine! you want to be apart of these show ponies then so be it, i just hope to shoot your rotting body one day” that was the last thing negan ever said to her before him and his few men walked away. he had strolled out of her life just like that, he surely didn’t care about her. y/n looked at his retreating figure, negan was out of her life and she could thrive happily. she now had better men to help her out. she would be safe and much more happier then with negan and his sick little friends.

when y/n was back at their safe point, she felt relaxed and refreshed. she had only been staying for a few days, but yet again it was so much better, having her own small shack to stay in and having her own job to help out. she felt as if she was apart of something more, not just apart of some apocalypse. she felt like she belonged with the other thankful survivors of alexandria, she was thankful for all of them. they had happily accepted her after some convincing with rick too, so she had to pay them back for her safety.

“so you're the kid that saved me right?” her relaxation in the garden was short lived when carl approached her. she turned to face him with a welcoming yet slightly confused smile, placing her shovel against the white home wall. carl looked a lot better after the gun shot he had induced, as it had only been a few days. y/n nodded sheepishly, approaching him with a small pip in her steps. This was their first formal interaction together, as carl had been often tended to by denise for the past few days.

“i guess you could say that, i have to owe it to your father though, he gave you cpr and stuff” she said cockily, placing her hand on the wall. it was true what she said, all she did was fetch carl from the shallow waters, it was nothing more then that. she would have done it for anyone who was there. plus anyone could have gone after him “all i did was go into the water, its not that interesting unless you make it out to be”

“yeah but you went in the water for me, your supposed enemy! plus you rebelled against your dad! that was amazing!” he gasped loudly leaning on the railing, “i never did catch your name, you know. mind telling me?” he looked down at her with a big lopsided grin. she saw some kind of friendly glint in his mischievous eyes, one that kept her on her toes for him. carl seemed friendly enough to her, and she really did need a good friend around here. it was getting boring of listening to daryl about how he used to kill squirrels. he calls them an old delicacy, gross.

“maybe that was because you were drowning in water, or was it because you were unconscious, but my names y/n! you don't have to tell me about your name, i know already” she said sticking her left hand out for him to shake. carl accepted it graciously in his own, giving a firm shake. “uhm, anyways.. rosita is hosting a dinner for everyone tonight, and i was going to ask if you wanted to sit with me?” carl seemed a bit nervous to ask the rather simple question, y/n found it very sweet.

“yeah for sure! that sounds like heaps of fun” she chuckled loudly when his face lightened up at her response. “and if it isn't a problem with you, we could go back to my place and i could show you my comics, i know girls don't really like comic books much bu-” y/n chuckled to herself, cutting him off suddenly. “No, I love comics, and i’d be happy to go with you!” she chirped back to him, making him crack a huge grin. reading comics sounded like a lot of fun, she needed to wind down.

y/n felt a form of happiness inside, one that would bubble forever.

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- PRISONER ⋆☆ 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

drabble … i guess … its really short :/

it didn’t take negan long to realise that the confines of the one and only prison cell in alexandria had become his permanent home. when the days faded into weeks and weeks faded into months, his fate had become crystal clear.

it was a gruesomely boring life, living in the same cell and never having the luxury of feeling the sun or the fresh breeze against his skin. in a world where the government had fallen and the laws of every day life no longer applied, negan had spent the last two years rotting away in a cell and the only thing that kept negan going, were his daily visits with you.

something that you once considered a tedious and unnecessary part of your day had become something of an enjoyable activity. it started with michonne assigning you as his guard throughout the night, keeping a watchful eye over a stranger you had heard stories about upon your late arrival to alexandria but michonne knew you, and she knew how strong you were when it came to someone that could easily unravel and dissect your mind. but in a matter of months, after spending many long, lonely hours with the big bad negan smith you had come to appreciate his company. of course you’d never tell anyone of your little interactions, the very thought of telling the community - that he had damaged so poorly - that you thought he was a halfway decent guy seemed daunting and unnecessary. it was your little secret, and the only person who knew about it was negan.

as the sun began to set you readied yourself for another over night shift. after sleeping throughout most of the day, you pulled on some tight fitted olive green cargo shorts before pulling a dirtied white singlet over your head. it was the middle of july and the summer heat had become almost unbearable - even throughout the night - resulting in the sacristy of clothing. even as the sun dipped beyond the horizon, the earth was still warm and the air felt hot. your skin was lined with a thin layer of sheen as a few strands of hair stuck to your forehead.

walking across alexandria, heading towards the prison cell where negan had been kept for almost two years now, you collected two sandwiches before reaching your final destination for the night. as you began to trot down each concrete step, you heard negan throwing his rubber ball up against the concrete wall but as you pushed open the large wooden door the bouncing stopped.

“hello darlin’.” the man grinned, his dark brown eyes looking up to meet yours. you say nothing but extend one arm out, offering one of the freshly made sandwiches to negan. “thank you sweetheart.” he winked as he watched you sit back on a near by wooden bench.

“i told you to stop callin’ me that.” you spoke plainly, placing the sandwich by your side for later consumption before turning back to negan, who did nothing but smirk as he began to unravel the sandwich from its wrapping. “you need a shave.” you muttered, leaning up against the cool concrete wall.

“what?” he teased, finishing the first bite of his sandwich before his eyes reconnected with yours. “don’t yer like the stache?” negan asked, his voice riddled with sarcasm before taking another bit of the sandwich.

“absolutely not.” you answered plainly.

“ouch.” negan mocked, his hand grasping onto his heart before his hand reconnected with the near by iron bars. “i ain’t gonna lie that hurts my feelin’s sweetheart.” he smirked, his very words earning a glare from yourself.

“i’ll see if i can get some trimmers tomorrow.” you mumbled, mostly to make a mental note for yourself but your soft words had caught negans attention.

“how ‘bout we forget about the trimmers ‘nd ditch the place all together?” negan suggested, dropping the remains of the sandwich - mostly just a few crumbs and the paper it was wrapped it - onto the floor beside him. “i’ll make it worth your while.” he bargained, the very desperate attempt at freedom making you chuckle.

you stood up to be at negans eye level, the keys to the cell rattling against your hip as they hang from your belt. “oh negan.” you pouted.

“whatever you want, i’ll make sure you get it.” he added, the pitch of his voice changing making your eyebrows pinch together.

your hand rose to cup negans cheek through the iron bars, his skin was cool to the touch as your eyes wandered across his face. the hairs on his cheeks had gotten long and prickly, reminding you of the necessity to get a razor, and his eyes looks tired from months of long nights of restless sleeping, but then you finally regained focus, your eyes fixed on his as you whispered, “don’t you know that beggin’ ain’t a good look for you.”

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redqueenphoenix · 8 months

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State Championship (TWD Fanfiction Part 10)

State Championship Part 10

(A TWD Fan Fiction)

I do not own any of the rights to The Walking Dead, nor do I own any of the characters mentioned from here on in, other than Victoria Hawkins. Some situations have been changed and some people may have been switched in this alternate universe.

All characters in this fan fiction are over the age of 21 years old.

Coach Negan Smith X Female OC

Word Count: 1285

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Part 10

Victoria spent the next few days crying on and off as she packed her stuff. She stepped away from her laptop after scoping out colleges in Atlanta Georgia since she was going back there. She was happy that one of the colleges accepted her in the middle of the school year. Her start date for the new college was next week so she had to get on the road soon.

She had run into Negan and Lucille once when she went to get boxes and totes from a store and saw how happy they really were. She internally hated what Negan had done, but she couldn’t bring herself to hate him as a person.

Finally being fully packed she took her stuff to her car, jamming it into the small four door vehicle as she swore. It was a chore doing this by herself, but she didn’t want to leave anything. Once she jammed her last bag of clothes and her laptop into her car, she turned to the office and took her key to them. Knowing that they would do a walk through and give her the deposit back.

Once the inspection of her apartment had finished she got into her car and looked down at her phone. She felt the need to message Negan goodbye, but then changed her mind.

Starting her car she began her two hour drive to her mother’s house in Atlanta. The same damn way that the bus took her a handful of months ago. She turned her radio up as she made her way to the highway to leave town.

Victoria sighed as she hit a stoplight on her way out of town. She rolled her eyes as she looked out her window. There Negan was helping Lucille into a doctor's office, more specifically a cancer doctor. His eyes locked with hers as she pulled forward as the light changed. Taking a shaky breath, she cut through the intersection and made her way out of town.

Her mind wandered as she drove down the freeway towards her mothers. She knew her sister, Erika would be happy to see her, but she didn’t know how her step brother Draven would take the news of her coming back.

Draven was her father’s first child from his first marriage and he really didn’t like his new step mother. Before she moved he did show some hostility towards her due to siding with her mother, but she hoped he had grown out of that. Or at least stopped being a dick about everything.

Time seemed to slip by her quickly as she saw the city of Atlanta come into view. She sighed as she took an exit to swing her into the city from the freeway. The buildings whipped by as her phone chimed. Ignoring it she pulled onto the main street of the town, heading to her mother’s house with no other thought on her mind.

Her mother’s house sat on a quiet block not far from the college that accepted her. Smiling, she pulled into the drive, feeling as if she could start over if the hole in her heart would heal.

Victoria pulled her keys from the car, grabbing up her phone and purse. Taking a deep breath she got out of the car and started for the door. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door and waited.

A few moments later the door opened. A shorter, blonde girl with green eyes opened the door and let out a squeal of excitement. “Oh my god, Tori!” She flung her arms around her. “No one told me you were coming!”

“Hey, Erika.” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around her little sister. “I thought mom would have told you I was coming home.”

Erika pulled back and arched an eyebrow, “you’re staying?”

“Yeah.” She chuckled as they entered the house.

Erika closed the door and gave her sister a puzzled look, “I thought you were seeing someone there? At least that’s what mom said.”

“We broke up.” Victoria bit her lip as she sat her purse down.

“Oh, damn. I’m sorry, sis.” She looked up the set of stairs off the side of the living room. “Hey, Mom! Victoria’s here.”

She heard her mother scramble to get to the stairs and come down, “Vicky! I wasn’t expecting you for another day or so.”

“I couldn't stand being there any longer. Plus I start the new college next week.” She took a breath, shoving her cell phone into her pocket after seeing the notification of who messaged her. “I wanted some time to catch up with the family before I move to the campus.”

“So, you're taking the dorm we talked about?” Her mother asked as she moved from the living room to the kitchen.

“Yeah, it would be easier, plus with the whole family being here it would give us all a little more space.” Victoria followed her mother.

“Don’t worry about it. Draven is threatening to move out.” She shook her head as she put some coffee on.

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Are you two still at each other?”

“When aren’t they?” Erika chimed in as she grabbed a soda from the fridge.

“What’s his deal now? And shouldn’t he have his own place? He’s, what, seven years older than me?” Victoria asked as she shook her head.

Erika laughed as she popped the can open, “he sure doesn’t act like it.”

“Erika!” Their mom exclaimed, “he’s just having a hard time finding his place in this world.” She pulled down a pair of coffee cups and poured them some coffee. “I cleaned out the spare room if you wanna store some of your things there until you go to college.”

“Thanks mom.” She smiled as she took the coffee from her. “I should start bringing my stuff in before someone pilfers my car.”

She smiled over her coffee cup, “that sounds like a good idea. Erika, how about you help your sister?”

Erika sat her soda down and walked to the door with Victoria. “So what happened with this guy?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Victoria shrugged as she stepped out of the house and went to her car. Grabbing a few of her bags and heading back inside with her sister.

“Must have been messy.” She looked over to Victoria as she carried her bags up the stairs, “I’m sorry. Men are dicks.”

Victoria laughed and rolled her eyes, “he wasn’t. It was just not the right time.” She followed her sister into the spare room with a laugh, “so, mom calls my old room the spare room?”

“Yeah.” Erika chuckled as she dropped her bags on the bed. “She hasn't let too many people in here since you left.” She turned to head back out to get more of her sister's things.

Victoria took the time to pull her phone out and see what the message said.

“I saw you leaving town. Be safe out there, doll. Love, Negan.”

Victoria shook her head as she jammed her phone back into her pocket. She smiled a bit knowing that he did still have love for her, but she knew it wouldn’t work out. Not now at least.

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Part 11

#fan fiction #negan #the walking dead #ao3 #writer #twd negan #negan smith #twd fanfiction #negan fanfiction #the walking dead negan #negan twd #negan x reader #negan smut #twd #twd dead city #negan x oc #negan fic #negan fluff

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abolishpickles · 10 months

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HELP ME FIND A FIC

IT WAS A TWD X TW FIC AND IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST PIECE OF MEDIA EVER

ok, ok, ok. So the last time I read it (on Wattpad), it was called Monster. Basically Scott McCall's little sister visits her dad in Georgia when the outbreak happens. She is also a werewolf. Daryl finds her at some point and basically adopts her. I think it's a Carl fic??

Please, please, please, help me, I've literally can't stop thinking about it!!

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redqueenphoenixsplayground · 9 months

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Headlights (A TWD One Shot)

Headlights

(A TWD Fan Fiction)

I do not own any of the rights to The Walking Dead, nor do I own any of the characters mentioned from here on in, other than Victoria. Some situations have been changed and some characters may have been switched in this alternate timeline.

A huge shout out to the @the-white-royal for letting me borrow his character Alexander Black. This piece was inspired by a Walking Dead Dungeons and Dragons campaign that we all set out on a while ago. There may be more to come so stay tuned y’all!

Word Count : 1,268

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Victoria and her new group found themselves on their knees with two sets of truck headlights blaring in their faces. She looked to see Alexander to her right with his dog Sam at his side, Lura, Issac, Taylor and Chance were there too. Her eyes tried to adjust to the headlights that were before them in the darkness.

“Alright, we got a full boat! Let’s meet the man.” A guy walked in front of the lights and then hit the door to an RV that was parked between the trucks.

The door to the RV swung open as a man that stood six foot, tall clad in a black leather jacket while holding a barbed wire baseball bat stepped out.

“Pissin’ our pants yet?” He spoke with a cocky smile as he stepped forward. “Oh, boy do I have a feelin’ we’re gettin’ close.” He started to pace in front of the group, “Yep, it’s gonna be pee pee pants city here real soon.” The man brought the bat down to eye level with the group on their knees, stopping in front of each one.

Victoria peers up at Negan through her red hair with a grin as his baseball bat got shoved in her face. She watched him lower his bat and step away from her.

“One of you doesn't need to be on their knees. Can you all figure out who?” He steps in front of the lights and rests his baseball bat on his shoulder. His laughter rang out as they all began looking around at each other.

After a moment or two Victoria slowly got to her feet, hearing the group all mutter about her as she walked with confidence over to Negan. Stopping at his side and draping her arm over the shoulder that didn’t cradle Lucille.

“There’s my girl.” He smirked at her then turned his attention back to the group before him, “now which one of you pricks is the leader?”

Victoria points to the man on his knees with the dog, “He is, love. Alexander.”

The man walks up to Alexander and brings himself eye level with him, “Hi there, Alexander. I’m Negan.” He pauses for a moment then stands up, “You see Alexander, whatever you do, no matter what. You don’t mess with the new world order. The new world order is this: and it’s really very simple, even if you’re fuckin’ stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here it goes, pay attention.” Negan Drops down to eye level with the leader. “Give me your shit, or I will kill you.”

Negan stands and starts pacing before the group as Victoria stood where he left her with her hand resting on her ax at her hip.

“Today was career day. She,” Negan points his bat at Victoria, “invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job, no matter where you go.” He takes a breath and smiles, “Now I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly motherfuckin will.” Negan started pacing again, “You are fucked even more fucked if you don’t give me what I want and what I want is half your shit. And if that’s too much you can make, find or steal more and it will even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now.” He chuckles, “So if someone comes to your door, you fucking let us in. We own that fucking door. You try to fucking stop us, we will fucking knock that fucker down. You understand?” He begins to pace again, “I don’t wanna kill you people, just wanna make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me. And you can’t do that if your fuckin’ dead now can you?”

Turning on his heel he smiled at Victoria who was standing in the middle of the lights, her hands on her hips, “Vicky, dalrin’, any one of these shits stand out to you?”

Victoria moves to walk by the group totting the same devious grin that Negan wore. “You,” she points to Alexander. She moves down the line and points to Issac, “and you.”

“Why them?” Negan turns to look at Victoria.

“They seem the most capable of the group.” She smiles as she goes back to where she was standing crossing her arms.

“You’re safe, get on up there with my wife.” Negan pumps lucille up into the air with exuberance. He looks over the rest of the group. “You all will sit here with me while my wife talks to these fine folk.”

Victoria walks towards the RV, opening the door and waving Alexander, his dog Sam, and Issac in. She popped the door closed and looked at the two men. “I know this seems a little drastic, but my husband likes to show off. You two seem like the most resourceful out of everyone out there. So here is the deal plain and simple, we all work for Negan, we comply, we live to see another day. If we fail, he takes us out, one by one.” She sighed, “We are ambassadors to the Saviors’. We tell no one who we are though. Alexander, you will be my right hand man from now on.”

Alexander nodded as he patted Sam on the head to keep her compliant, “alright, as long as you don’t get me killed.”

“Like my husband said, we need you to work for us, you can’t do that dead.” She smirked as she went to reach for the door, allowing Alexander and Sam to step out of the RV.

“What the hell makes you think we are going to work for you psychopaths?” Issac snapped as he stepped towards Victoria as they exited the RV.

She smirked as her hand slipped down to her ax, “Because we own you.”

“The fuck you do.” Issac sneered.

A smile broke across her face as she turned on her heel, “too bad.” She yanked her hand ax from its holster and threw it as hard as she could into Issac’s face. “We didn’t need you anyways.”

“Ugh!” Negan placed his hand over his heart and arched his back, “god damn, my wife’s sexy. Thatta girl.” He turned back to the group and smiled, “Now you fine folk, it was a real pleasure meeting you all. I’m going to leave you in the capable hands of my wife.” He turns quickly and swings his bat, “now remember you all work for me, no matter where the fuck you all go. You are mine!” He smiles at them then turns to Victoria, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her. “Keep ‘em in line.” Letting go of her waist he climbed into a truck with Simon and motioned for his men to leave the group and the RV.

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ophelia-jones · 10 months

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Link to my AO3/masterlist

#the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #negan fanfiction #supernatural fan fic #wintersoldier fan fic #bucky barnes fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction

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swabsandcream · 11 months

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No Ordinary Fan [Part 1]

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N finally gets to meet her favorite actor of all time, but something about her manages to grasp the successful actor’s attention.

AN: Jeffrey is portrayed as a single man in this fic.

“Okay. You got this. You’re going to go in there and look him dead in the eye as if he’s not the man of your dreams. I can’t fucking believe this is happening.” Y/N stood in front of her bathroom mirror, undressed with only a towel to cover her as she gave herself a pep-talk. After being a fan of JDM for many years, she had finally been given the opportunity to interact with the actor at a meet and greet taking place in her city. This is something she had been looking forward to for weeks, but once the day finally came, she was overcome with anxiousness.

Once Y/N had finished her little speech, she stepped out of her bathroom and back into her room to get dressed. She already had the clothes she intended to wear laid out on her bed along with her accessories. It was a casual outfit, because she wasn’t the type to ‘dress up’ even if it was to meet her longtime crush. She figured that this was the perfect time to show off her t-shirt she had purchased from The Walking Dead merchandise store and her pants were regular blue jeans. Her accessories were also merch pieces dedicated to the popular tv show, but her most favorite were the hook earrings that resembled Negan’s bat she managed to find on Etsy. It only took a couple of minutes for her to be fully dressed, and now monitoring the time as she decided to put on a little makeup right before she heads out. In an effort to make it to the event on time, she quickly finished up and grabbed her things to leave, including the two Negan posters she wanted him to sign for her.

After rushing out of the house and spending a little over a half hour in aggravating traffic, she had finally made it to the building where the meet and greet was taking place. Her heart was racing as she made her way inside, still partly in disbelief about what was going to happen in a matter of minutes. Once she got inside, she went through the motions of gaining entry and was sent to stand in line with the rest of the fans. She made it relatively early, so the line was short enough to where she could see him sitting behind a table and interacting with a fan. Her composure began to unravel as she watched him speak from afar and tuning everything else around her completely out in the process.

Oh my God he looks so much better in person. His slicked back brown hair, salt and pepper beard, and don’t get me started about that smile. Y/N fangirled away in her head as the line grew shorter, and her excitement became more prevalent. Before she knew it, she was next in line behind the person that was standing in front of her. The man she had only fantasized about in her spare time, the one she referred to as her husband on social media, the Jeffrey Dean Morgan was sitting right there. She kept her eyes on him as she patiently waited her turn, and for a second, she could’ve sworn that he had glanced over at her a few times as he was speaking to the other fan. A few minutes later, the fan’s time was up, and it was now Y/N’s turn to introduce herself for the very first time. She took a deep breath and put a smile on her face as she stepped forward, stopping in front of the table directly in front of him. Her ability to speak had been halted for unknown reasons, but still wore a big smile on her face.

“Well, hello there. What’s your name sweetheart?” His voice was deep and husky, on top of the nickname he called her, was gratifying all on its own. She realized she had been quiet for a little bit too long and snapped herself back into reality.

“I’m sorry, I’m- uh...my name is Y/N. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize Y/N. That is such a lovely name for a beautiful young lady such as yourself.” He spoke to her softly, giving her that killer smile of his. It was almost like he knew that he had a strong effect on her and used it to his advantage.

“Thank you. I’m such a huge fan and I love all your work.” She tried not to sound too cheerful, keeping her tone as neutral as possible.

“Is that right?” He let his eyes wander up and down her body. “I see you got a TWD shirt, very nice. But is that what I think it is?” He brought his hands up to his ears and pinched his earlobes, indicating to Y/N that he is inquiring about her earrings.

“Oh! They’re Lucille earrings, I found them online.” She moved her hand behind her ear to push the jewelry forward, giving Jeffrey a better look.

“That’s fucking awesome. I can’t really see them from down here though, come closer so I can see them better.” He leaned forward onto the table, using his arms to support him as Y/N bent down to get closer to him. She was now at the same level he was as he remained in his chair, allowing him to touch the hooked earring in her left ear. He then let go of the earring and moved his face much closer to hers, putting his lips up to her ear.

“I’ve had my eye on you ever since you came in here.” Y/N audibly gasped, remaining still as he continued to whisper in her ear. “I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s ok with you.” He promptly moved back from Y/N, awaiting a response as she slowly brought herself up from the table.

She had a hard time grasping what she had just heard. He very clearly just told her that she caught his interest, and she still felt as if all this was some kind of fever dream. She turned around to see a line of people behind her, all of them being completely clueless about what was going on at that moment. The sound of the actor clearing his throat made her turn back around, seeing him tap his wrist as an indication that they were running out of time.

“Ok, yes. But how exactly are we supposed to do this?” She was whispering to prevent the people around them from hearing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and slid the phone over to her on the table. He wanted her phone number, so she quickly put it in his phone and saved it under her name. She slid the phone back to him and he put it back into his pocket. Seeing that it was time to say farewell, he reached out and grabbed one of Y/N’s soft hands, giving her one last look with his lustrous, hazel eyes.

“It’s been really nice meeting you Y/N, and I hope to see you again very soon.” He brought his voice down to a whisper, “and I’ll call you as soon as I’m done here, okay?”

Y/N nodded her head in compliance, hanging on by a thread at the sight of him holding then releasing her hands from his grip. She waved goodbye to her idol as the event coordinator escorted her away. She wanted to make sure that she wasn’t certifiable, and that his entire experience wasn’t all in her head. She pinched herself, gave herself a light smack on the face, and even asked the coordinator if she was dreaming. It all appeared to be happening in real time, and she was going to have a chance to get close to someone she once referred to as her baby daddy.

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Tag: @artistinyou2

#jeffrey dean morgan #jeffreydeanmorgan #jdm #jdm x reader #jeffrey dean morgan x reader #jeffrey dean morgan fanfiction #female reader

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negandarylsatisfaction · 11 months

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[SUMMARY: Cherie is a single mom who refuses to be Negans wife. Negan doesn’t back down and ends up helping her daughter get her medication she needs.]

“Cherie..Cherie….Cherie are you once again declining my offer?” He leaned towards you.

Fluff smut

Negan and Cherie

“Come on Lily, let’s get you some lunch” you walked beside your five year old daughter, holding her hand making your way to the cafeteria. Negan watched as you got on the back of line waiting as the others served themselves, you noticed him looking at you and quickly looked away. Before you knew it he made his way up beside you first crouching down to greet your daughter.

“How are you doing today, Lily?”

“Good” she responded shyly hiding behind your hand.

“Good to hear,” he stood up with a smile.

“And how’s mama doing?”

“Just fine, thank you” you smiled, quickly looking away.

“How about you two go on and get ahead of the line, I’m sure Lily is hungry”

“It’s ok, Negan…we can wait” you assured him.

“But you don’t have to. Are you hungry, Lily?” Negan looked down at your daughter who nodded.

“Looks like Lily approves,” he grinned looking back up at you. He moved back motioning for you to go ahead and hesitantly, you did. Negan watched as your daugher chose what she wanted excitedly before you made your plate. He had grown a soft spot for Lily that you quickly noticed but you didn’t trust him nor did you want any form of special treatment, all you needed was a place to live.

Just as you finished up your lunch, before you were able to get up Negan stood across the table from you.

“Enjoy your food?”

“Yes” you looked over at Lily who was smiling in a coy manner with Negan.

“Would you like some more?”

“Oh no-“ you quickly responded, you knew only certain people received seconds.

“Thank you for letting us go to the front of the line before most of it finished” you stood up and helped Lily to her feet.

“Now just imagine if you had that option everyday” he grinned.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” He spoke with charm and charisma as he slowly walked around the table to get closer to you.

“Now you do know what that would mean…don’t you?” He whispered.

“I…um…no thank you” you took a step back as a a look of disappointment filled his eyes.

“No?” He tilted his head, his response for some reason making you anxious. You never knew what to expect from Negan.

“No..I’m sorry..I should go…it’s Lilys reading time soon.” Negan looked down at your daughter beside you giving her a little wink before motioning for you to go. Quickly you did, relieved to have gotten away but Negan wasn’t finished yet.

Later that afternoon while Lily had a nap you heard a knock on your door. To your surprise it was Negan on the other end with his arms behind his back.

“Negan-“

“Hello, sweetheart. I’ve got something for the little one that I personally wanted to deliver myself” he handed you a basket with fruits and vegetables making you raise your brows as you closed the door behind you to not wake Lily. As great as it seemed, you found yourself hesitant to accept it.

“I can’t Negan,” he sensed the nerves in your voice as he furrowed his brows and stepped closer to you.

“Cherie..Cherie….Cherie are you once again declining my offer?” He leaned towards you.

“I just…-“ you looked up not expecting him to have been so close, a smirk on his lips as he noticed you become distracted with how close he remained. With the door behind you, you had nowhere to go only making the tease more fun for Negan.

“I..I can’t be your wife Negan” you looked directly into his eyes.

“And what if I still want to give them to you?”

“I don’t want any special treatment. I’ve seen already how your wives look at me, I’m not looking for a handout-“

“It’s not a handout, it’s for the kid and I don’t give a shit what my wives don’t like. It’s a treat from me,” he insisted with a flat tone. He silenced you with the way he spoke, you watched as he looked down at your lips and you found yourself feeling flutters in your stomach. You couldn’t explain why but he noticed you swallow nervously and chuckled.

“Enjoy the fruits” he slowly took a step back and walked away.

You watched as he walked away before quickly turning to open the door and let yourself in. You found yourself washed over with excitement, excitement you hadn’t felt for a while yet you still refused to be his wife or anything close to it.

The next few days Negan watched from afar both you and Lily, sending his men to send you extra food throughout the day. One of his wives crossing paths you gave you a dirty look as you pulled Lily close to you. Just as you tried to walk away she stood in front of you.

“You think Negan gives a crap about you and your daughter?” You didn’t respond only making her laugh.

“He’s just waiting for you to give in so he could finally get in between your legs, he thinks keeping your daughter happy will get him there” she laughed as she walked away making you roll your eyes. Negan caught this from where he stood and immediately headed towards you as you rushed to your room.

“Hey-“ Negan got in front of you trying to block your way.

“Get out of my way and here-“ you shoved the food you were given to his chest.

“Take your little bribe, we don’t need this”

“What the hell did she say to you?”

“Go ask her, she’s your wife” you walked around him.

“Come on, Lily let’s go” you took her hand and quickly walked away. Negan wanted to stop you, but seeing Lilys face he held his composure to not scare her, instead went to his wife.

Negan could be heard from outside the room loudly yelling at the woman. You didn’t hear a thing locked in your room reading stories to your daughter. Once you finished she kept herself busy as you went to grab her medication from her book bag, it being time for her to take it. You stood by the door going through her bag only finding one tube left. You could’ve sworn you had at least four more and panicked just as someone knocked on the door.

Of course it was Negan making you sigh, juggling her backpack and medicine in your hand you accidentally dropped it as Negan crouched down to get it. Looking closely at the tube he read the name and looked up at you surprised.

“Who’s is this?”

“Lily” you grabbed it back rudely as he stood up with you.

“What the hell do you want, Negan?”

“Lily has diabetes?” He asked looking behind you at her on the bed playing with a doll.

“Yes”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s none of your business” you responded stubbornly.

“Do you have enough?” He asked ignoring your attitude. You looked back at Lily then back at Negan.

“I’ll figure it out. I have to give her medicine now so if you don’t mind” Negan had a look of concern, he knew it wasn’t an easy medication to find. He remained silent and backed out of the door way as you slowly shut it not saying another word.

Negan went back to his room sitting at his desk wondering how the hell he was going to find more medicine for you. Looking down at his book he remembered one pharmacy that hadn’t been fully raided that wasn’t too far away.

The next day Negan didn’t say a word to you as he took off with a couple of his men to find this medicine. He wasn’t even a thought in your mind as you thought about how you were going to be able to get Lily her medicaiton yourself.

After a long day you were playing with her around the sanctuary to keep her distracted until you were stopped by Simon. He had asked you to come with him to see Negan but you hesitated.

“For what? I have to put Lily to bed soon” You asked holding Lily close.

“It’s not an option, let’s go” you sighed and followed Simon to the back, he opened the door for you letting you both inside before closing it shut behind you and waited outside. Negan sat at his table going through a bag as you stood confused.

“What is this?” He still didn’t look up making you walk straight up to him running out of patience.

“Listen if this is another one of your little plans to try and-“ before you could finish Negan looked up and placed a bag in front of you without saying a word. You looked down and right away noticed it was bags filled with the medication Lily needed.

“W-where…how..how did you get this?” You stood in shock.

“This doesn’t mean that I have to..-“

“This is for Lily” Negan stood up looking down at the both of you.

“That’s all this is, Cherie” he assured you as you struggled to compose yourself with overwhelming emotions. Your eyes getting teary eyed just as Lily shook your hand trying to get your attention.

“Yes baby?” You asked her quickly wiping away a tear as Negan watched along.

“I’m thirsty”

“Ok, we’ll go back to the room now and I’ll get you some water.”

“I have some right here” Negan quickly walked to the other side of the room grabbing a pitcher before you could stop him. He crouched down to Lily and poured her a cup of water, handing it to her with a smile.

“What do we say, Lily?” You asked standing beside her.

“Thank you” she whispered shyly before taking a sip.

“You look just like your mama” Negan whispered with a smile before he stood up and motioned for you to sit on his black leather couch.

“Oh, I shouldn’t” you whispered just as Lily walked over to the couch and sat down.

“Lily-“ You called for her as Negan laughed, giving in you sat next to her with a sigh. Instantly feeling how comfortable it felt, sleeping on a shitty mattress had your body all tensed up.

“This couch is pretty comfortable” you laughed as you lay your head back.

“Oh you’re more than welcome to come by-“ Negan grinned as he walked around his table to quickly write something down.

“Anytime you want to” he continued in a whisper to himself before standing up straight, he looked up realizing you had closed your eyes.

“Cherie?” Negan raised a brow as Lily placed a finger over her lips.

“Shhhh” he couldn’t help but chuckle as he walked towards you, crouching down before you.

“Mama fell asleep huh?”

“Yup” Lily whispered.

“Watch this” Negan winked at her before he stood up and gently placed your arm around his neck and picked you up in his arms. She watched as Negan bought you to his bed, carefully laying you down. Lily covered her mouth holding her laughter as Negan looked back and made a funny face at her. Looking down at you, you seemed so peaceful, he pulled his covers over you and let you sleep. Next thing Negan found himself sitting on the floor playing with Lily going along with whatever game she wanted. He hadn’t laughed this much in a while, hell he didn’t care to even see his wives.

Just a little while later you began moving around, stretching on top of what felt like a cloud before you realized you weren’t in your room.

“Lily?” You looked around confused, jumping out of the bed screaming for her. Running to the next room you almost screamed for her again until you found Negan, carrying her, swaying side to side as her head lay over his shoulder…she was fast asleep. Negan turned to you and placed his finger over his lips as you caught your breath and took a step back. He gently lay her on the bed in the room and walked out with you.

“Why didn’t you wake me? I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, Lily must’ve thought-“

“Lily has been fine, you needed your rest, Cherie. When the hell do you ever get a break?”

“That’s not your concern. I’m gonna bring her back to my room” you walked past Negan heading to the room as Negan followed behind.

“Why don’t you both stay here the night? You both can sleep in a more comfortable bed.”

“My daughter and I will not be staying where you bring your wives” you turned back to him almost running into him not expecting him to have been so close.

“I don’t bring them here. This is my space, they know they’re not allowed here. Cherie you two are safe here, why don’t you just accept my god damn help”

“You’ve helped me enough, what is that you’re trying to do, what do you want Negan?”

“How about a thank you, Cherie?!” He suddenly

spoke harshly making you take a step back, clearing his throat he checked behind you to make sure Lily hadn’t woken.

“And no, not a thank you in bed-“ his eyes drifted to your lips as he stepped closer making you take another step back.

“As much as I’d love a taste of you, how about just a simple thank you without thinking the worst shit of me.” he looked back into your eyes, he could tell you were at a loss for words. You crossed your arms and sighed looking away.

“Thank you” you finally whispered.

“I’m sorry..” you continued as you thought about how he got you something that was very important for Lily.

“Seriously, thank you…I didn’t think I was ever going to get her medicine and-“

“Well you don’t have to worry about that anymore” he assured you as you looked up at him.

“Look I know you’ve heard a whole lot of shit but-“ before he could finish you suddenly tip toed and grabbed his face planting your lips on his, completely catching him by surprise. Letting go you quickly walked away as he followed behind.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He caught you by your arm just as you entered his room and pulled you in against him, kissing you with eagerness.

You swore you wouldn’t do this, you swore you’d never be any of those women who gave into Negan. Next thing you knew you were on his bed, your clothes practically ripped off of you as he kissed every part of you that he could. Negan on top of you before you suddenly stopped him as he looked down at you out of breath.

“What is it?” You looked over at the direction your daughter was in and back at Negan.

“What if-“

“No one could get in there, they’d have to get past us to get to where she is, and no one comes in here.” he assured you.

“What if she wakes up?” Negan didn’t respond and instead kept kissing you, distracting you from your worries. Moving quickly you flipped yourself on top of him as he sat up wrapping your legs around him. Surprised with yourself but caught in the moment, you didn’t think twice. Never did you think you’d be naked in a bed with Negan. He groaned brushing his hand up your back as you positioned yourself just right for him to slide right in you. The sound that escaped your lips the second you felt him in you only turned him on more. You rocked your body against his as his arms held you tightly against him. Moaning you moved together in sync feeling his stubble against your neck.

“Negan…” you moaned, your hands grabbed the top of the headboard behind him as you moved vigorously.

“Holy Shit-“ Negan choked out, his hands squeezing your waist as you rode him.

“Jesus…I didn’t know you had this in you” he chuckled before flipping you to your back.

“You dont know a lot about me” you panted staring up at him. A mischievous grin appearing on his lips as he got on his knees, grabbing your legs over his shoulders, thrusting his hips as fast as he could. The both of you reaching orgasm, grabbing the covers beside you, you turned your face moaning into the pillow. It had been so long since you last had sex, your body felt as if it was still floating. Zoned out into your own pleasure you noticed Negan watching you as he jerked himself off on your thigh. The sight of you during an orgasm was one he felt he could watch all day. Catching your breath you sighed feeling relaxed until the sound of a knock on the door made you jump.

“Relax, stay here” Negan dressed himself up as you got up from the bed confused. You managed to get back into your clothes faster than he expected as he turned back to you.

“Hey, stay in bed…I wanna see you when I get back-“ he grabbed your face looking down at you.

“I’m not finished with you” he kissed you before quickly grabbing his bat and walking out the door.

After checking on Lily you lay in his bed not exactly sure what to think or what to do, either way you knew you were lucky. What were the chances of finding your daughter her medication? Laying in bed you closed your eyes drifting off to sleep waiting on Negan to return..

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yourfavoritewriter69 · 28 days

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hi everyone!!! im back and im gonna start writing again. I just got a new phone my old one was all tweaked out and i could get to my drafts or anything so now im back and ready to write. My requests are open but i am gonna be writing more based on the walking dead. Such as Negan Smith Rick Grimes n Carl Grimes and maybe Daryl but just lmk what yall want and if u want another part to unhealthy obsession i will get that written aswell!!

#negan smith #the walking dead #fan fic author #requests are open #rory culkin #rick grimes #carl grimes #daryl dixon #smut author #smut

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danddymaro · 1 year

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Life | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 566

You both talking about life

more sweet stuff

Life

"That is the most horrible thing I've ever heard," you say with a hint of horror before you break out into a low chuckle, "Daryl Dixon your life has been absolute dog shit," you muse while shaking your head, and he doesn’t fight back.

He simply lifts his drink before muttering a small, “Oh yeah...”

He had no reason to deny it, you already knew it.

His old stories were always touched with a few outlandish details that always had you stunned, no matter how prepared you thought you were.

- Especially the ones with Merle.

"- And I thought I had it bad..." you add softly, slightly grimacing.

You felt like you took too much for granted now.

- All it had to take was an apocalypse.

he looked down at the cup in his hand, the little ripples in it interesting,

"Not enough butlers?" he questioned you, and you laughed hard, doubling over.

"Butlers?" you say with surprise.

"You were a rich girl, right?" he says with a halfcocked grin.

"I don't know what in the world makes you think that," you mutter. "I wish I had been though," you sigh.

Who wouldn’t have wanted to be?

" I wasn't dirt poor, but I sure as fuck wasn't rich," you tell him.

"But you know what?" you then hummed out fondly, remembering.

"My family was good to me," you reveal, "We didn't have as much as everyone else, but what we did have came from their hard work, " you told him. "Of course, I was still young when this all started," you proceeded.

"I was still in college, trying to figure out how I would take care of them..." you drifted off.

“Cramming through tests, working a shitty little job too...” you recall.

"Preparing for a future that was never happening," you said while finishing the last of what you had before throwing yourself back onto the ground to stare up at the sky.

You then laughed, " By now I had planned to get my degree...get married, and have my first kid, you know the typical stuff. " embarrassed, you closed your eyes.

“Livin’ the dream...” you softly whispered.

"And now here I am," you uttered with a touch of disappointment.

It’d all been one big waste.

You’d worked for nothing, and your parents were long gone.

"Well, I planned on being nowhere," he admitted, finishing his drink and doing the same as you had, his arms crossed behind his back.

"- Dead really," he added with a shrug because he’d long accepted it. That was where most people like him ended up anyways.

"And now here I am," he said, " ‘Doesn't always work out the way you plan it," he tells you, and you couldn't agree more.

"My gosh, yes," you said with a long exhale, chuckling as you strain to find a single star.

"It's not all that bad though..." you start.

"no school loans," you peep.

- Before you were sure you were gonna drown in them.

"And well..." you then breathe, looking over to him, " I got to meet you," you say and he immediately snorts in dismissiveness.

"Yeah. that sure makes up for all this bullshit huh?" he asks you jokingly, and you smile,

"Actually, yeah," you say sweetly.

He has no retort back but a little huff and an eyeroll that makes you giggle.

Anytime you say something remotely related he does that, and you’re not sure he really believes you.

- One day he will though.

He had a thick skull, but luckily you were patient.

life's not what you expected, none of it is, but somewhere in between, you'd met Daryl, and somehow, laying there on that little patch of grass beneath the starless night felt perfect.

Somehow, It felt worth it.

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kiss-theggoat · 9 months

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a thought : bo in a zombie apocalypse. if you’ve seen the walking dead, he’d be like a cross between negan and daryl but with their worst (best) traits. could you do headcannons for this maybe please ?

A/N: Thank you so much for this request!!! I haven’t seen TWD so I wasn’t too sure about the character traits, but I hope you like this! I got a little carried away with it so I hope it’s okay 🖤🖤

Bo During the Zombie Apocalypse HC’s

SFW + NSFW ( And there is an angsty little mini fic at the end )

SFW

You and Bo would probably meet during a time where he had to save you. You’d find yourself inside of a decaying building, which you’d entered to find supplies, but ended up being surrounded by a hoard of zombies. You had weapons, but not enough to take on a hoard of this size, until you heard a foreign gunshot. At first, this was terrifying. In the apocalypse, you’ve learned, people were often scarier to come across than zombies. But the man that pushed through the hoard and offered you his hand got you out and to safety.

You ended up walking with him for a while, telling him about your life story and where you’d been since the breakout. He, on the other hand, gives you nothing. He stays silent pretty much the entire time, occasionally nodding or giving you an “mhm” to let you know he heard what you said.

When you arrive at his little base he’s made with his brothers, he immediately leaves you to go to his tent, leaving you to sit by the small campfire with his brother Lester.

Bo knew that getting attached was the worst thing to do, and the moment he saw you, he knew he needed to put some distance between you two. He stayed in his tent for almost two days, only leaving to get food every once in a while.

You finally got fed up with him avoiding you. You’d gotten close with his brothers, Lester and Vincent, learning everything about them, but you still didn’t know a thing about Bo. You finally walked into his tent and sat down, blocking the exit until he spoke to you.

This led to a very explosive and difficult relationship between you two, but one that was so worth it. You’d spend time laying next to eachother by the fire, telling stories about your families before the breakout.

You learned that Bo largely prefers melee weapons. Being able to swing and hit zombies over the head with all the force he could muster is like his stress relief, and without it, he gets irritable.

NSFW

Speaking of melee weapons, something about watching Bo swinging a bat or wielding a machete, putting all his strength behind the weapon as he moved, arm and back muscles flexing as black blood splattered onto his face and clothes…it got you going. After you both went out on a mission to collect rations, it usually ended up with you tackling him before you even got back to base camp.

Bo is a big fan of the danger of things. It gets him going to fuck you over the counter of an old pharmacy surrounded by zombies, covering your mouth and whispering, “you don’t wanna draw ‘em to us, do ya darlin’?”

His favorite thing to do to you is probably edge you in that situation. He’d fuck you until you were so close, legs shaking and eyes rolling back and suddenly he’d stop, pulling his pants back up. He’d say that you got too distracted, and Lester probably needed his “rations” sooner. He’d make you walk all the way back to camp, horny and upset, face burning with anger as he teased and laughed at you.

Knowing that he controlled you got him going. Everything about you made him feel different, but he knew that since he saved your life, you felt as though you needed to repay him in some sense, even if you didn’t realize it, and he used this to his advantage.

Angsty Mini-Fic

TW: Blood, Zombie Bite, Gun, Implied character death

Bo’s chest heaved as he sucked in the muggy air, finally shutting the door, closing the hoard of zombies inside of the tiny grocery store you two had stopped in. This was supposed to be an easy task, go find some food and come back. Bo didn’t expect to see huge groups of zombies moving as one.

He quickly turned around and shoved his shotgun barrel through the handles of the door, keeping it shut for as long as possible.

“Are you okay?” He asked, turning to face you. As he turned, his heart stopped.

There you sat, on all fours in the overgrown grass, small trails of blood oozing down from your shoulder, an angry red bite swelling the once smooth, beautiful skin there. Bo felt his heart beat in his eardrums as he stumbled over to you, falling to the ground beside you. “Oh shit…shit shit shit!” Bo yelled, grabbing your arm.

“Bo…” you winced as you looked over. The bite was too high to sever the limb. Bo knew there was no way to stop the virus, and so did you.

“No you’re gonna be fine, darlin’. We just gotta get you back. Stand up.” Bo’s voice was shaky, his resolve breaking for the first time ever.

“Bo.” You said again, more stern this time. You looked up through bleary, knowing eyes. “I….it’s too high up.”

“No it’s not, dammit don’t say that!” Bo yelled in your face, making you flinch. Tears welled in his eyes as he examined the wound. Purple and red veins spidered out from each tooth imprint, puss leaking from the angry gashes. He knew it was too late. He just couldn’t accept it. You were his everything. His only salvation. When he was with you, it was like nothing was wrong. Like he’d just decided to go camping for a weekend instead of being forced into hiding by a terrifying virus.

You raised a shaky hand and put it over Bo’s, your cheeks already slick with the tears streaming from your eyes. “Bo…” you whispered, “I don’t want to become…I want you to remember me like I am. I don’t want to be one of them.” You knew asking this of Bo was unfair, but as you faced death, you couldn’t fathom turning into the thing you’d been fighting for almost a year now. The thing that’d taken your entire family. The thing that ruined your life.

Bo stared at you for a second, knowing what you wanted from him. His stomach felt like it was full of lava, like he’d throw up if he opened his mouth. He watched in terror as the purple veins slowly spread towards towards your neck and down your forearm. He knew that he needed to give you what you wanted. Your dying wish.

With two strong, trembling hands he grabbed your head, pulling you close. His shaking lips pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, allowing you to feel the tears falling down his face. As Bo pulled away from you, he slowly stood, wiping his cheeks dry, which was no use because the tears just kept coming. His grabbed his pistol from the holster on his hip, pointing it at your head.

You pressed your forehead against the barrel, closing your eyes tightly. Bo couldn’t look at your face. You looked so scared to die. He closed his eyes too, knowing he wouldn’t ever get the image of you out of his head if he watched.

“I love you, Bo.”

“I love you too, Darlin’.”

The gunshot was deafening, Bo’s finger trembling as it held the trigger flush with the gun. He turned around and collapsed, dropping his pistol away from him. His body felt numb. As he stared forward, he looked into the store, the hoard now clawing harder at the glass doors due to the loud noise, and he knew that he didn’t care if the barrel of his shotgun were to slip from the handles.

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