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Finished all my drafts, but shit is about to get real ranty. Read the READ MORE if you are interested.
So, I have noticed in the past few weeks that more and more people are pushing my muse for sex. In regards to my mutuals, if we plot something out/have plot something out---this is not addressing you. I do not mind making relationships/ plotting things out with Negan that lead to sex. However, there has been a rise of people asking for plot/rp’s that only revolve around sex.If you only rp NSFW and that is your jam then cool, but it really makes me mad when people assume I will rp sex with my muse just because he is Negan. I like to rp drawn out relationships. Yes, sometimes I get into the mood, but any one of my rp partners will say that Negan has not had a physical relationship with any of their muses yet. Some of them have muses that don’t even get that option. Whenever someone sends me a message asking for plot or an ask I always look at who they are. If you only reblog daddy kink things, NSFW only things, or Daddy Negan things---- I will not rp with you. I am tired of my muse being pushed as some object that only wants to stick his dick in things. I like chemistry, I like building things, and my muse (while having a huge ass sex drive) doesn’t want to stick his dick in you just because he is Negan. Therefore, stating as a new rule, if this happens I am going to start soft blocking/ blocking people. It is getting to the point that I am almost annoyed to be on Negan because of it. That’s all I got to say---
@daddy-is-in continued from here
The moment had been quick, quicker than Negan had wanted it. If he had the chance to go back, he would have made the others death dragged out. David didn’t deserve the quick death he got.
There were a couple of events that had to lead up to David being dead in the center of the Sanctuary yard with his head slammed in, but they all had one connecting person.
Daryl Dixon.
It had started with David looking at the other from time to time. With Daryl being stuck at Negan’s side, he had started to take notice, but let the glances slide. What started to get under the other’s skin was the comments, little comments about how the man looked or how well he listened. Of course, Negan shut that sit down real fast whenever the comments were made around him, but it was seeing what he saw in the center of the Sanctuary that broken his patients.
He had been doing his rounds with Simon in the trading area when he had heard some noise followed by a loud slam. The people around the area had stopped working and were instead watching the event unfold. “Look at you! Breaking shit—why does the boss even keep you around?” As Negan and Simon got closer to the show the former coach saw Daryl and David, the rounder man getting in the others face, “I mean look at you. Maybe he keeps you because he likes having a pet.” David had a twisted smirk going, his tongue dragging against his bottom lip, “Or maybe—he keeps you around for a good fuck. Is that is Daryl? Be a shame if he kept it all to himself right?” Just like that, the moment the man reached out to grab Daryl, Negan moved. He took long strides and found himself swinging Lucille as hard as he could, the anger in him collecting in his movements as the bat made contact with David’s head. He didn’t stop with one go, he let his anger leak out of him as he hit David over and over again.
Negan didn’t stop until the others head was scrambled on the grey concrete ground, the disgusting man’s blood splattered on his face. When he finished, he let himself pant and look around at the workers who were looking at him in horror. He then laid his eyes on Daryl, keeping the contact for only a moment before standing up straight and pointed the bat at the small crowd, “If anyone touches my shit again— your fucking head will end up like his.”
It had been sudden and it left Daryl startled and with blood splattered on his face from the attack. Negan had flown in so quick, and just in time and Daryl couldn’t have been more grateful. Negan kept surprising him in good ways lately and this just topped everything.
It was a clear rule that sexual assault was against the rules at the Sanctuary and that had been a good sign to Daryl, more than he could say for the Claimers. Besides, the fact he’d become Negan’s shadow meant there were few times the Saviors got to be alone with him to try anything. The joke of him being Negan’s pet, his bitch, his new ‘wife’ had been circulating for a while but they held their tongues when Negan was in earshot. Up until then, it’d only been leers and lewd comments and after being put in place by Negan for reacting, he just ignored them. He didn’t know what he was to Negan but he certainly wasn’t a ‘wife’.
David has been a little different, his comments and looks were stranger, not mocking but almost appreciative, like something about Daryl had really interested him. It was creepy but it’d remained at a distance, until today.
Daryl had been tasked with moving some things around for Negan that afternoon while Negan attended to other things, not unusual so he’d done as he was told. It was going well until he was tripped, dropping a crate of glass bottles, some of them shattering. Picking himself up, he’d looked around for what he’d fallen over and David was suddenly right beside him screaming in his face and insulting him. Daryl’s hands clenched into fists at his side but he reined in his temper even as things took a darker, more sexual turn. “He doesn’t fuck me.” he defended, voice a low growl.
Then David was on him, pinning him to a wall, one hand around Daryl’s throat, the other cupping him between the legs. Eyes going wide, Daryl snarled and shoved him away, just then Negan broke in and stopped the assault before it could even get started. It was a brutal beating as bad as the one Negan had given Abraham and Glenn, but instead of sick glee this was sheer rage, it rolled off Negan in waves and Daryl stepped away to escape the splattering blood and flying bits of skull and brain matter. He was trembling as he watched both livid and terrified by what had almost happened, the beating was the least traumatic part of all of it.
After only a few minutes, David’s skull was just a bloody pulp on the floor and Daryl took a deep breath to calm himself but only smelled the metallic tang of blood in the air. When Negan stared at him, Daryl just nodded, confirming he was alright. The assault hadn’t gotten too far, thank God. If anyone touches my shit again… Daryl didn’t know what had happened that he was now considered to be Negan’s but in that moment he couldn’t have been happier to be Negan’s.
* NEGAN.
“Most kids do.” He gave a shrug, thinking about his own adolescent years, “My mother remarried when she brought me to America with her. I was young, and when she met my dad I was mad. Blamed her for us leaving Italy, but as I got older I started to make sense of it all. Kids don’t like change, but one day she will thank you for the change.”
At the mention of her spilling her backstory, Negan laughed, shaking his head as he put his beer back in his hands, “ Trust me—I would go on and on about my life monologue if I didn’t have people to tell me to stop.” He took another swig of his beer, smiling around the top, “Besides—always good to lit it out. Who is gonna tell your shitty ex-husband? The zombies?”
When she questioned how many people he had Negan’s body language shifted a bit. Bussiness talk, his less favorite thing. He took one more swig of the drink before placing it to the side again. “Pretty good group–we have outposts here and there, but the big one is called the Sanctuary. It’s sorta the main headquarters of everything. Then I have my main boys, Simon and Dwight, they were the ones I was on a run with before the horde split us apart.”
“She’s a little asshole, but I’d never trade her for anything in the world,” Lisa commented, a smile bright as she spoke about her youngest daughter before moving to speak about her oldest, “Then there’s Brittney – she’s sweet, but listen, she’s far too careful for her own good. Probably trying her damnedest to not be like me.”
And that was a fact she was okay with. While she loved her daughters and would change nothing, she had never wanted her daughters to take the same path that she had. Being a young mother was a hard life and she wanted her daughters to have a fulfilling yet easy life until they were ready to make it harder with an unruly child.
Lisa took a drink of her own beer as she listened and allowed the bitter substance to slide into her empty stomach all while ignoring the hunger pains. “The Sanctuary, huh? That’s a good name. Wait – it’s not in some old, musty church is it? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but you don’t strike me as some one that makes home base in the house of the Lord.”
At the mention of her kids in such a way Negan chuckled. He could tell Lisa cared about her kids. From her body language to her words, to the first thing she asked him was if he saw them. He could tell that they were a driving force behind her.
“It’s not such a bad place.” He took the last swig of his beer and tossed the glass bottle into the trash, making a little fist motion when it landed in the trash can. At the mention of religion, the older man let out an audible laugh, “Hell no. God and I don’t see eye to eye. I learned in my younger days that all those rules were not going to fit in with me.” Negan left out the part where his mother pushed him to go to Catholic school and how he enjoyed the stories he heard, but the idea of someone sitting in the clouds telling him his life was wrong cause of XY&Z just didn’t sit well with him. “What about you? You find heavenly grace at a time like this?”
* NEGAN.
He accepted her weight and let out a chuckle as he slipped his arms around her. He never says it, but the man was a cuddler. He likes the feeling of a warm body against his own. It said a lot of things, but the big one with Lisa is that it showed him that they were both alive. Not only that, but they were alive together.
“Do you have friends here?” He wasn’t sure how the wives talked to one another. He knew Frankie was there to keep them all together, but other than that, what they did with their days were unknown to him. “You can always talk to D if you want. He puts up with Simon’s shit, so I’m sure you wanting to talk his ear off about me would be a nice change of pace.”
She was silent for a long moment. She’d made one friend, but that had felt like ages ago. Features fell, what was meant to be a happy moment had pulled an ache into her soul, “I had one friend – Paula was my friend. I miss her a lot, but,” blue eyes stared into her husband’s own eyes, “after what happened to her, I’m afraid to make friends anymore. It’s like, what’s the point, ya know?”
The mention of Dwight made her shake her head. Unlike her husband, she couldn’t so easily trust the man that was one of his right hands. “Negan, I know you trust Dwight, but I can’t. There’s just something, I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t give him my trust. I like Simon though. He seems loyal to you. Is he a good man?”
“What happened to her?” His hand slipped into her hair and started to play with her locks. Negan found that offering to be a voice of concerns was enough. If Lisa didn’t want to share the story, he wouldn’t force her, but he would give her the option to let her know that she could share whatever she wanted with him. She did the same for him, so why not return the sentiment.
“Simon?” He thought about it, his fingers pausing as he did so. He could never focus on so many things at one time, “He is. I meet him on terms that were pretty sketchy, but he has shown his loyalty again and again.” His fingers slowly started moving again, his fingernails rubbing against her scalp, “Dwight has as well, but you have every right to be on edge about him. Always comforting to know you are keeping aside check on my men.”
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It had all fallen apart so fast.
Rosita’s head slammed against the steel wall of the truck as the driver haphazardly mowed down a Walker or two, the laughter of he and his companion reverberating painfully in the woman’s skull. Through the fogginess, memories of what transpired hours ago flash through Rosita’s mind.
The missed bullet. Lucille’s wood forever scarred. The tackle by Arat. The wound.
Rosita’s hand snaked up to her cheek, the crimson fluid now dried. Sunlight flickered into the back of the van through the trees as the convoy of Saviors raced victoriously back to their compound. Rosita had not yet opened her eyes, not since she had been slammed into the back of the van once or twice (or four times) once it was decided she would be taken as punishment for having a bullet.
Eugene, trembling and fearful, almost opened his mouth to take the fall—the only brave thing Rosita had seen the man do—before she quickly intervened. He wouldn’t last at the Sanctuary.
Once a bullet had lodged itself into Olivia—an innocent bystander—chaos ensued. Rosita had came, but not without a fight. The protests of Rick and Michonne still haunted her mind as the van came to an abrupt halt. Doors opened and slammed, boots scuffling the gravel driveway. The back door groaned as it was pulled open, sunlight and laughter flooding her senses as she finally opened her eyes.
A life for a life, that is what Negan had called it. He knew the moment he had walked into Alexandria that something was going on. It had been such a build up that when the moment happened he felt like he was in an act of a play. Dramatic. Wild. And people dying.
But, all in a days work. In Negan’s defense, he had told the others the rules. He was upfront and clear, but of course, someone had to be the fucker that ruined it for everyone. To be honest, he wasn’t surprised to see that the shooter of the bullet that harmed his beautiful Lucille was Rosita, but oh, he would make her pay for it.
The whole truck ride he tapped his fingers against the rusted metal of the vehicle. A smile on his face and a hum in his throat as he thought of all the things he could do. She wanted to hurt his things, fine, he could do the same to her. He had already taken her big man---what else could he possibly take. As she was pulled out from the back seat of the truck the older man’s smile now turned into a full-blown grin, “The woman of the hour! I hope your truck ride was enjoyable.”
He wiped his eye again and remained sitting down but finally let himself look up to Negan. This man didn’t have to feel bad for him but Carl could tell that he did and it furthered his confusion. He let the confusion slide past since his mind was still struggling to process everything that had happened.
He shook his head slightly at the thought of his dad just wandering aimlessly with the herd trying to find another meal. He felt his his throat tighten and he shook his head trying to get the thought from his head. “I can’t just let him wander… H-he deserves better…” he said softly pulling at a hole in his jeans.
He gasped slightly and then nodded before standing up. “Why would you be willing to help us… me… why would you help me?” He sighed heavily and bit his bottom lip “Could we go get him?” he paused for a second “Please? I just can’t leave him out there, he wouldn’t have left me… even if it was dangerous… he’d go back.”
The moment Negan heard deserves better he mentally kicked his own ass. He knew going out with Carl was the best option, but he also wasn’t ready to see Rick Grimes gone. The thought made him quietly shutter. One moment he was there causing pain in his ass, the next minute, he was out getting bit on something as simple as errands. “I am helping you both because my conscience is screaming at me that it’s the right thing to do.” Lucille in hand, Negan started to head to the door figuring that Carl would follow behind him.It would be easy to get out to the area in one of the trucks, but the hard part would be hunting the now dead man down. “We are gonna get him, but we better be quick on it. Like I said, it will be hard for him to leave the area, but we got to find him.” The quicker he helped Carl, the quicker he could get this nagging feeling to leave him alone.
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• body type: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | muscular | chubby | overweight
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• gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels
• sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | doesn’t like labels
• romantic orientation: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic |aromantic |demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels
• species: ( enhanced ) human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | vampire
• education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | Ph.D. | other
• I’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured||brainwashed | shot
• positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent|loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | attractive | charismatic | calm
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• living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | depends on verse
• parents/guardian: mom | dad | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather | sibling(s) sister(s) brother (s) (verse dependent) | none | uncle
• relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated |depends on verse
• i have a(n): learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder|sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability
• things i’ve done before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved| had sex | had a threesome |had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital| gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them
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* NEGAN.
“You’re a good mother, I got to respect that.” Negan had a soft spot when it came to two things: kids and moms. Mothers always made him think of his own and kids always brought him back to the days where he would counsel young teenagers. Overall, the situation she spoke about made him reflect a bit too much. Hearing her thank him he brought himself back from his thoughts and gave her a grin, “It’s not a problem. Like I said, can’t leave a lady to defend herself from the dead.” He taps his beer against hers, “Then again, I think you could have taken them.” Negan took a swig of his beer letting the bitter liquid travel down his throat.
“Hm?” Placing his beer to the side on the kitchen counter he leaned against the fridge, “A few here and there. Like I said, zombie population just keeps growing, so one of my men came up with the idea of setting these things up in case a run goes south.”
“Well,” a pause as she took a long swig of her beer, “I think my youngest daughter may disagree with that one. I think she still blames me for the divorce between me and her father. She was young, eleven, when we decided to divorce – she’s about twenty, twenty-one now – but I think deep down, she blames me.”
There were a lot of soft spots for her and that was one of them, but it felt somewhat natural to talk to a stranger about it; it seemed easier than talking to those closest to her. “Charlie and I got married when we were sixteen so we had a really long run – we just fell outta love I guess then he did a lot of shitty things during the custody dispute. Listen to me…just telling you my whole life story, aren’t I?”
Her smile returned as he offered his explanation then corrected himself with the idea that she could have taken the dead. People had to grow strong in this new world around them or else they’d never make it. Lisa was no exception.
She pulled herself up on the kitchen counter and looked about the kitchen for the briefest of moments, “It takes a lot of people to keep places like this safe, doesn’t it? How many people do you have?”
“Most kids do.” He gave a shrug, thinking about his own adolescent years, “My mother remarried when she brought me to America with her. I was young, and when she met my dad I was mad. Blamed her for us leaving Italy, but as I got older I started to make sense of it all. Kids don’t like change, but one day she will thank you for the change.”
At the mention of her spilling her backstory, Negan laughed, shaking his head as he put his beer back in his hands, “ Trust me---I would go on and on about my life monologue if I didn’t have people to tell me to stop.” He took another swig of his beer, smiling around the top, “Besides---always good to lit it out. Who is gonna tell your shitty ex-husband? The zombies?”
When she questioned how many people he had Negan’s body language shifted a bit. Bussiness talk, his less favorite thing. He took one more swig of the drink before placing it to the side again. “Pretty good group--we have outposts here and there, but the big one is called the Sanctuary. It’s sorta the main headquarters of everything. Then I have my main boys, Simon and Dwight, they were the ones I was on a run with before the horde split us apart.”
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Embarrassment?
He couldn’t help but find himself smirking at the comment. She had nerves to speak to him that way, but Negan knew that she also had the skill to back up her talk. He slowly made his way over to stand beside her, glancing her over before giving her a puzzled look, “Not gonna pull some slick assassin shit on me?”
He knew that Sky was good, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
“ If I wanted to pull any tricks, you’d be on the ground right now or I’d have you pushed back against the ledge. ” She smirked, moving to standing front of the male. “ Stand in front of me. ” Her posture stood tall, hands moving into her pocket to pull out gloves. They were simple leather gloves but the point was still there. Getting into the proper position, Sky motioned at him. “ I want you to try to hit me or at least try to get me on the ground without tackling me. Don’t be shy either. I won’t go too hard on you. ”
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He took his lead on her word, moving to stand in front of her. He was sure that Sky was speaking the truth, but he always had to be sure. The last way he wanted to go out was getting knocked on his ass by someone who was supposed to train his team.
“Guessing that Lucille is out of the question?” He gave a playful glance at his bat before getting himself into position. Negan was a big guy, but he wasn’t much of a hand to hand fighter. He could count on one hand how many fist brawls he got into.
He stood there for just a moment before making the first move. His right fist went for Sky’s face as he tried to close the distance between them. He used his body as a weight doing his best to stay on top of her as he tried to land the blow.
