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Negan watched the woman as she lay in bed, she did not look peaceful despite how desperately he hoped she would. She had darkening bruises littering her body in a sickening display of the damage someone else did to his Phoebe.

His stomach churned at the sheer thought of hurting the woman who laid in her bed. Anger boiled silently in his stomach knowing he would walk heaven and hell just to punish whoever did this to her.

He knew she would hate this thought coming from him. She would see it for what it really was instead of what Negan has been trying so desperately to convince himself it wasn’t. He has fallen for her, and despite his best efforts to hide it she knew he had too.

From the moment Phoebe walked into The Sanctuary he had been taken by her and she could read Negan like a book. She actually said ‘a children’s book’ once to be exact.

Phoebe is his humanity, his lifeline, she taught him to be kind and how to lead with genuine power instead of power the is induced by fear.

Which was almost humorous to Negan as he had never felt this much fear knowing that his heart walked freely outside of his body.

He leant into her and placed a small, gentle kiss on her forehead while bringing a hand up to hers and running his thumb gently over her knuckles.

Negan knew better than to do that to Phoebe while she was awake, they both knew that falling for one another was dangerous. Phoebe had quickly becomes Negan’s right hand girl and admitting their obvious feelings for one another was a stupid mistake neither of them wanted to make.

Phoebe rustled awake groaning slightly in pain. Negan removed his hand and smiled to her as she blinked open her eyes.

“Pheebs” he let out a small breath as their eyes poured into one another.

Her eyes sparkled despite the pain that she was quiet obviously in and Negan nearly dropped to his knees at the sheer sight of her.

“Who did this to you?” His voice was cold and detached. It was either that or a seething anger that he couldn’t control and he knew that wouldn’t be productive for either of them right in this very moment.

She paused for a second watching his movements being able to look right through him. She knew he would tear apart the world around them just to destroy whoever did this to her but she needed it to happen. She needed some form of closure and Negan always seemed to find it to rewarding when she first met him.

“His name is Rick. Rick Grimes…”

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reader pronouns: she/her Daryl still was obviously uneasy and anxious. He kept glancing toward the other end of the medical trailer. Jesus smiled.

“It’s alright. The doctors will patch Y/N up. We’re safe here, Daryl. She’s only a couple rooms away. How close do you want her?” 

The question elicited a strong response from the archer; his whole body froze for a moment and his eyes shot back to Jesus as if he’d just said something far more perceptive than he knew. Daryl gulped. How close did he want you? That question was easy to answer based on what flickered through his mind late at night when he couldn’t sleep. Imagined scenes of his hands tracing the curves of your body or hugging you tightly and not letting go for long minutes… of being able to breathe in your scent and tangle his fingers into your hair, of studying every fleck of color in your eyes, every individual freckle or scar or eyelash… Jesus’s eyebrows lifted. “Oh,” he smiled. “I see. Well—” he glanced toward the other end of the medical trailer. “We can talk later. Go ahead.”

Daryl gulped again. How had he given so much away to this stranger so quickly? Was he just that easy to read? Oh, God. Could you read him that easily? Prompt: “We’re safe here, [ ]. She’s only a couple rooms away. How close do you want her?”