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I never once was like you, Wholesom God loving pure and true, The dark side always beckoned me, Why could'nt you all just let me be, Now im something you all fear, Nausferatus el vamp'er'e, I drink your blood, To live i must feed, Your blood has...

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Haven’t been in here for a while...Had the best night ever last Sunday..Got to Meet Sully Erna.. Iv’e Been a massive GODSMACK fan since the beginning.. last Sunday October 1st Sully came to London’s Islington Assembly Hall for his Solo European Tour and I was Lucky enough to be a VIP.. Had my photos taken with him an awesome Hug and my wrist signed which I have now had made permanent with a rather awesome Tattoo..  

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 36

Summary: Taking Judith weighs heavy on your mind. Smut/Fluff.

A/N: I’m sorry it’s taking so long to put out chapters, and I’m sorry of this chapter is trash. I’m having a difficult time with writing lately, and hope to be out of this rut soon!

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“No one can tell what is righteous and what is wrong, what is good and what is evil.”

~ Unknown

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The ride was quiet, and when you arrived back to the sanctuary the silence around the place was almost unnerving. You opened the door to the truck, climbing out carefully with Judith still clinging to your shoulders. Negan’s men barely spoke, which was unusual. Apparently even they hadn’t realized what Negan was going to do.

Even though you realized his strategy was necessary for many reasons, you still knew that it was wrong on a human level. But when you looked at the bigger picture you knew that survival was more important than morals these days, and it was something you were gonna have to put out of your mind. What was human anymore anyway? Humanity went out the window the day the dead rose and started killing those that were still alive.

Negan watched over you as you stood there, rocking Judith in your arms. She was babbling happily, and reached up to grab a handful of your hair and gave it a generous tug. You winced as she did, but smiled back at her anyway. You were just happy she wasn’t screaming bloody murder.

“I think she fuckin’ likes you.. Never pegged you as the fuckin’ babysitting type.” Negan snorted as he leaned against the truck.

You shrugged as you looked back to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see David standing near the back of the truck as he watched on, silently.

“It’s not very hard to keep a toddler entertained.” You smirked as Judith tugged on you hair again before wrapping her arms around your neck, trying to get closer to you.

“Good. She shouldn’t be a fuckin’ problem for you then.”

You shot a glance back at Negan, shaking your head quickly, “No. I can’t keep her, Negan.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Why the fuck not, darlin’?”

“I’m already in charge of three other people.” You protested, your forehead creasing.

He gave you a smirk, shrugging his shoulders, “Just fuckin’ do it, darlin’. Be motherly.”

You shut your eyes tightly, “Why not get the other wives to do it? It’s not like they do a fucking thing all day long.”

Negan sighed, a faint growl resonating in his tone, “al-fuckin-right. Let them have her.” He said standing up straight again, “But if I hear anything about her crying, and throwing a goddamn fit, you’re gonna take her back. I can’t listen to that shit 24/7.”

You nodded, and placed a hand on your hip, “Fine.”

“Take her to them. When you’re done with that shit, you go get that asshole from Alexandria. It’s time we were properly introduced.” He said, giving you a cocky smirk as he turned on his heel, and headed off in the opposite direction.

You started of towards the main building when you saw David walking up beside you. You gritted your teeth, preparing yourself for one of his snide remarks.

“Did we just do what I think we did?” He asked, looking down at Judith.

“I guess we did. At least nobody died, or are you gonna tell me how much more fucked up this is?” You rolled your eyes as stopped in your tracks, giving him a hostile stare.

He shook his head, “It’s fucked up, but I’d rather you not kill me for saying so.”

You shrugged, remembering that you blatantly threatened him earlier, “I’m over it.”

“If you say so. What do you want me to do now?” He asked, there was a certain look in his eye, you knew he wanted to leave.

“Go to your room. I’ve got to take care of some stuff.” You said, motioning for him to get lost with your head.

He gave you one last nod before you parted ways. You continued up the stairs to the floor where you stayed with Negan, which also housed the other wives on the same hallway. For the first time, you were finally happy to visit the common room where the wives gathered during the day. Judith had started to become restless in your arms, trying her best to break free. You pushed the door open, not bothering to knock, since you were a wife this was technically your room as well, but you never had a reason to go there. It was well known that you weren’t exactly welcome there either, you had never been accepted by the other wives, but you didn’t care. They hated you, and you hated them.

All of them immediately became alert as the door opened to the room. Everyone hopeful that it was Negan making his daily rounds to shower them with risque compliments, and if they were lucky - a little more than that. But the atmosphere of the room turned frigid and the hopeful look on their faces changed to sneers once that they saw that it was you, and not Negan. It would have been worse had it not been for the saving grace of the child in your arms. Their eyes seemed to light up at again at the sight of her, their maternal instincts obviously coming out. Most of the women were either mothers at one time, or either women who desperately wanted a baby.

“Where’s Sherri?” You asked one of the wives. She was a redhead, lounging on the sofa in a black evening dress. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember her name, and you weren’t sure if you even knew it to begin with. She slowly lifted herself from the couch and walked over towards you, purposely ignoring you, but bending down slightly to greet Judith.

“She yours?” She asked, barely interested in an answer from you, but knowing she had to say something. Judith reached out to the woman opening and closing her hands in a grabbing motion, no doubt wanting to be held by someone new. You adjusted her in your arms again, shaking your head, “No. She’s not mine. Where Sherri?” You asked again.

The woman, not being able to dodge the question anymore, stood back up straight, brushing some hair behind her ear before giving you a sour look, “Why do you need her?”

You pursed your lips as your eyebrows knitted together at her attitude, “It’s not your business.”

“It kind of is. Sorry if we’re not so eager to let you know where she is. You never have anything to do with us, unless you’re killing us.” She snapped back, her eyes burning into you.

You grunted in frustration, they were really working your nerves amd they knew it. If you could have your way, they’d all be done for, but you knew far too well that the thought itself was off limits.

“I’m not here to kill any of you.” You paused for a moment, “Not today anyway.” You said with a shit eating grin.

She scowled back at you as did the rest of them suddenly at you comment, “I don’t know where Sherri is.”

You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them back up to meet her hostile gaze again, “Whatever. Look, I don’t have time to take care of the kid.” You said gesturing to Judith, “So, which one of you wants to play mommy?”

The redhead crossed her arms again, and looked behind her to the other wives - some of them visibly shaking their heads “no” amd other nodding quickly - they were silently debating. After a few moments, she finally turned back to you, “I’ll do it. What’s in it for me?”

“Nothing. These are Negan’s orders. Do you want to interrupt his busy schedule just to ask him what you’d get out of it?” You huffed.

Her harsh glare suddenly softened when you mentioned that these were orders directly from the man himself, “Fine.” She sighed, holding her arms out to take Judith from yours gently. Judith was grabbing for the woman, obviously relishing the thought of being held by someone new.

“Feed her. Change her. Keep her happy, that’s all you have to do.” You said in a plain tone.

The wife rolled her eyes, “I think I could have figured that out.”

“Good. I hope for your sake that you could. I’ll come back and check on her from time to time. Whatever things you need to take care of her, you can ask for it, or take your ass down to the market like a normal person and get it yourself. There’s no reason for you to fuck this up.. So, don’t give me a reason-” You cut yourself off to drag your hand across your gun. You didn’t need to finish the sentence, she understood, and it was made all the more clear when she swallowed nervously. She nodded once more, and you left the room to go back downstairs.

Once you arrived back at the makeshift apartments, you headed down another long hallway, looking for Eugene’s room. He was on the same hallway as David, and for a moment you thought about stopping in to check on him, but didn’t see the real point in doing so. You finally found Eugene’s door and stood outside of it for a moment, you could hear the T.V. going from inside. You knocked on the door loudly a few times.

“Enter.” Came the voice from the otherside.

You opened it and entered, closing the door behind you. Eugene was seated in front of the TV, his eyes never leaving it as he a played a video game. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him to see if he’d look at you, but he wouldn’t.

You cleared your throat, leaning forward, “So, how are you liking it here?”

He made no effort to answer you and only gave you a small glance before giving his full attention back to the game. You dropped your head momentarily, smiling as you lifted it back up to look at him, “Let me guess, you blame me for all this shit, too?”

After a few more moments of silence, it was finally broken when he decided to speak, “Negative. I do not judge your proclivities as to why you remain here, or why you fraternize with these people, even if you are considered an enemy now.”

You laughed softly, he always had a way of speaking that made it seem like he just stepped out of a science lab, “Jesus. I see you haven’t changed a bit.”

“I wasn’t under the impression that it was a requirement.” He said in a monotone voice.

You rolled you eyes and stood back up, “It was a joke.” You paused for a moment as you look around the room, “How can we make you more comfortable around here. Is there anything you need?”

He paused the game, finally seeming interested in what you were saying, “.. Well, I’d like to acquire some better reading material. The bookshelf is pretty sparse, and although, The Playboys I was given were a thoughtful gesture.. I’d prefer something intellectual.. I’d also like some pickles.” He said timidly, pointing to the shelf behind you.

You snorted with laughter as you turned around to see that there were indeed a stack of Playboys on his bookshelf, it was no doubt Negan’s handywork.

“Well, I see Negan gave you a housewarming gift.” You said as you turned back to him, “We have a library here. You can check it out for yourself - as for the pickles, we don’t have any.”

“Library?” He asked surprised, his head perking up.

You nodded back, “Daryl would have been able to see it, too, if he hadn’t hightailed it.”

“He escaped?” Eugene asked, tilting his head towards you.

“Yeah, do you know where he is?”

He shook his head quickly, “No, I don’t.. I’d tell you if I did.”

“Sure.” You said as you walked to the door, “You ready to go?”

“I was already given a fair rundown of what your facility offers by one of your colleagues. I have no need to see anymore at this moment.” He said bluntly, his eyes on the TV screen again.

You bit the inside of your cheek and took a step towards the television, turning it off, “This isn’t an afternoon stroll in the park, Eugene, and It’s non-negotiable. So get up.”

He looked up at you nervously before rising off the sofa. He followed behind you as you exited the room, neither of you speaking much as you made your way throughout the building. You showed him the main parts of the building where he would be spending most of his time when he wasn’t in his room, and he seemed less than interested. When you finally got to the comissary, it was packed with people. Eugene looked around like a deer in headlights as he followed beside you closely, bringing his arms into his chest.

“Anybody explained the points system to you yet?” You asked, keeping your eyes forward as you walked passed the various venders that were in charge of selling goods and other items.

“No one has elaborated on that. No.” He said in a low tone as he looked around as if he was in a daze.

“Real simple. You’re a smart guy, so I’m sure you can follow. Whatever job you get around here, depending on what that is, it pays a certain amount of points a day. With those points, you can come here,” you spread your arms out as if you were advertising the place, “..And spend those hard earned points on whatever the hell you want. All you do is write down what you do, how many points something is worth, and sign your name. That’s it.”

“I understand.” He said, looking over the place with more interest than he had previously shown. You could tell if it was genuine, or just for the fact that he was scared shitless.

“With the points you earn, I’d start by getting a haircut.” You teased, pointing to his hair.

“What?” He asked confused.

You pointed to a man seated in a chair across the walkway getting his hair trimmed, “Barber. Might be able to kill that thing on your head.”

You kept walking and finally stopped in front of a table of someone who was selling food that they had made, “Well, it must be your lucky day, Eugene.” You smirked as you opened a jar of pickles on the table, and pulled one out to taste it, “That’s some decent do it yourself stuff.” You said, taking another out the jar to hand to Eugene.

“No, thank you.” He said shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, and dropped it back into the jar, leaning down to sign your name on the points clipboard for purchase. Since you never worked for points all you had to sign was: (Y/N) - Wife

You picked up the jar and thrust it into his arms, he grabbed it and gave you a look of confusion, “What’s this?”

“Consider it a small peace offering - a gift. Whatever you wanna call it.”

“Thank you.”

“You want something, then take it, Eugene. Now follow me, it’s time you met the boss again.”

His eyes widened as he knew you were refering to Negan, and it was obvious that Eugene was terrified. You could see him go pale as a look of sickness came over his face, and beads of sweat instantly formed on his forehead. He still followed behind you obidiently as you led him out into the yard. He clung to the jar of pickles for dear life as he spotted Negan standing in front of a chain-link fence where the walkers were kept to protect the front gate, he was talking to a few other saviors. You stood there quietly, waiting for him to finish talking. He noticed the both of you immediately, giving you a pleased smile. You returned a weak smile to him, the activities of the day were still fresh in your head, and it made you nervous to think of it. It brought questions into your mind, making you wonder what else Negan was really capable of doing if pushed to a certain point. It made you think that maybe you, yourself weren’t as immune to his actions as you thought you might be.

Negan threw his hands up as he turned his attention to Eugene, “There he is. Man of the fuckin’ hour. Come over here, big fella.” Negan said excitedly as he motioned him forward.

Eugene gave you a urgent glance before he took a few hesitant steps forward to Negan. Negan tilted his head at Eugene, his forehead creasing.

“Well don’t be goddamn rude, asshole. It’s common courteousy to say hello when someone greets you.” He said in a berating tone. Negan didn’t really give a shit whether he greeted him or not, this was just another way to take him down a couple of notches, and stay in control.

“H-Hello.” Eugene stammered, keeping his eyes lowered.

Negan nodded, “That’s fuckin’ better was that so fuckin’ hard?”

Eugene shook his head.

Negan threw his arm around Eugene, making him jump, “Did you like my little fuckin’ housewarming gift? Every man needs a stack of skin books sitting around.”

Eugene nodded, “I appreciate the gesture.. But I usually prefer something more.. Scientific.”

Negan gave him a confused look, “You mean to fuckin’ tell me you’d rather fuckin’ read about evolution, or some shit like that instead of looking at tits?”

“Y-yes?” Eugene said cautiously, not sure if which answer he was supposed to give.

Negan narrowed his eyes, staring daggers into him until his face went completely calm. He laughed hard, and slapped Eugene on the shoulder, “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! You’re a man who can stay focused, and wont get sidetracked.” He said, biting his lip, “Shit, I can’t have you sitting in your fuckin’ room all day giving yourself carpal tunnel, if you know what I mean.”

The rest of the saviors laughed along with Negan as Eugene stood there, looking even more nervous than before.

Once the laughter died down, Negan cleared his throat, “Look, I know you’re fuckin’ new here, so.. who are you?” He said, throwing his arm out, looking around to the rest of you.

“I’m Negan.” You, and the rest of the saviors said in unison.

Negan nodded in praise, and a proud smile can over his face as he stepped closer to Eugene, “I know you remember Lucille.” He said holding the bat up to his face closely, making Eugene shut his eyes tightly for fear that Negan was going to end him right there. He pointed to the imperfection in Lucille where the bullet had imbeded itself in her, “You see this shit right here? You might wanna look real fuckin’ close.. That right there is the goddamn bullet you made.” A dangerous look came over Negan’s face as he spoke, “.. Now under regular fuckin’ circumstances I’d be showing you that spot over and over, and fuckin’ over.”

Eugene’s breathing quickened, he held the jar even closer to his chest now, terrified that this wasn’t a regular meeting. You looked on curiously, even you didn’t know if this would end badly for him, or not.

“See, all I really want to fuckin’ know is if you are indeed a smart mother fucker.” Negan said, looking down at him, “You know fuckin’ things?”

Eugene looked back up at him, his breath was ragged, and he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. You could see Negan’s impatience growing.

“Answer the question.” He growled.

“I- I taught myself to cast the bullets.. I found a machine shop with the necessary..” He he trailed off as he started to shake seeing the grimace on Negan’s as he grew more restless with Eugene’s talking, “.. I read.. A lot.. Which is why I wanted the books..” He stammered on for a few more seconds.

He laid he head back, shaking it as he spoke again, “Man, you really are just some fuckin’ asshole, aren’t you?” He asked, putting emphasis on every word.

Eugene shook his head, “No. I am not.” His eyes scanned over Negan as he approached him closer, “I have PHD’s in Biochemistry.. As well as immunology and microbiology, and I have completed my doctorate - which makes me a doctor..”

As he kept up with his list of credentials, Negan paced back and forth in his spot, wanting to hear something impressive from him. You couldn’t tell if Negan was pleased by his answer, or figured him to be full of shit.

There was a loud groan from one of the impaled walkers nearby, making all of you turn your heads towards the sound. You could see the rotten skin separating from the abdomen as the weight forced it apart in a bloody, disgusting mess as it ripped apart completely, falling to the ground. You covered your mouth quickly at the sight uttering a low “ugh.”

Negan hummed lightly as he watched the mess and turned back to Eugene, “Uh-huh.. Alright, Doctor smarty pants, you oughta be able to crack this fuckin’ problem without breaking a goddamn sweat.” He pointed back to the fence where the walkers were, “You see that I’ve obviously got a lot of free goddamn labor around here, these living dead shits that help keep the riff raff out. See, the problem is, after a while they become pretty goddamn useless to me when they fall apart like that.. Now, can you tell me how to fuckin’ fix that?”

Eugene remained quiet for a moment, looking around as if he was trying to come up with with a quick solution. For a moment you thought he had no idea what he was doing, until he finally spoke up.

“You posses an operational smelter?” Eugene sniffed nervously.

“And?” Negan said rolling his eyes.

“Then you posses the means to resolve your issue. Step one: melt down scrap metal.. Step two: pour it over the compromised walker as they are in contact with the chain-link.. Once it cool it will keep the compromised walker upright while fixating it to the fence.”

Negan leaned back and looked at Eugene wide-eyed, “Goddamn. If that isn’t the coolest shit I’ve ever fuckin’ heard. Not only is this practical.. It’s fuckin’ badass.” Negan ran his tongue over his lips as he stated at him for a moment, obviously impressed, “Look at you doctor fuckin’ smarty pants.” He put his arm around Eugene again, “Did Rick ever have you doing this kind of valuable work for him?”

Eugene glanced over at Negan fearfully.

Negan sighed, “That’s his fuckin’ loss, our gain.. Y'know I feel like I gotta give you some kind of goddamn signing bonus.”

“Well I- I was gifted these pickles.” Eugene said, shaking his head.

Negan chuckled, and looked over to you, “Yeah, I see my fuckin’ wife has shown you some hospitality.” He ran a hand over his face, you could tell he was in thought. He finally looked back over to Eugene, “That’s not a bad fuckin’ idea.. Hospitality.. I tell you what, as a goddamn token of my appreciation, I’m gonna send a few of my wives to your apartment tonight.”

Negan licked his lips again and leaned towards Eugene, “No sex. That is a grave fuckin’ no-no around here.. But you can laugh, have a few fuckin’ drinks, have some goddamn dinner. Trust me, there is nothing like the company of beautiful fuckin’ women to make you feel human again.”

Your stomach dropped suddenly when you heard this. Sending a few of his wives to another man’s apartment.. Did he mean you? You were confused, you had never seen Negan send any of the wives to entertain another man, and you definitely didn’t want to be one of them. You knew there would be no sex, but you did like the idea of being turned out, even if it was only for entertainment purposes.

“I wouldn’t wanna think about that.. Did um- Did you just say wives, meaning plural?” Eugene said, shifting his eyes to Negan, giving him a curious expression.

A cocky smile appeared on Negan’s face, “Hell. Yes. I did.” He sucked his teeth, “That pretty little thing you used to know is one of ‘em.” He said gesturing to you.

Eugene turned his head towards you, giving you a confused looked as he blinked. You crossed your arms and kept his gaze until a whistle came from Negan.

“Eyes over here, asshole.” He said sternly, “Now, what do you fuckin’ say to that kind of hospitality?”

“T- thank you.” Eugene replied, lowering his head.

Negan breathed deep and nodded, “Good. Now have yourself a fun fuckin’ night, and remember the rules. Someone escort doctor smarty pants back to his fuckin’ room, and get a few fuckin’ wives over there, and don’t bother me for the rest of the goddamm night.” Negan said, patting his shoulder before walking towards you.

You stood there quietly as he walked over to you, Lucille swinging freely by his side. You lips stretched into a thin line as he got close to you, “Do I have to attend the festivities?”

He squinted, “What? That shit for him?” Negan motions his head towards Eugene, who was now being taken back into the building by Simon.

You nodded back to him.

“Fuck no, darlin’. I won’t ever have you fuckin’ entertaining anyone, except me.” He said seriously, propping Lucille onto his shoulder.

You gave a small smirk, “What do you need me to do now?”

“You’re off the hook for the night, baby. What I want you to do is go up to my fuckin’ room, and wait for me. I’ll be up in 10.” He said in a deep tone.

“What for?” You asked.

Negan raised an eyebrow, getting annoyed at your question. He placed his hand on your chin, making you look up at him, “Because babydoll, I want some goddamn entertainment of my own tonight.”

You gave another nod and smiled, “Yes, sir.”

Later on, you made it back into Negan’s room to wait for him like he had told you to do. You decided to have drink while you waited. Luckily, Negan kept his own stash of alcohol - a very good stash at that - You walked over to the makeshift bar he had setup, and grabbed a glass to pour some whiskey. You brought the glass to your lips and took a long sip, the burn in your throat was intense, but you didn’t care. You swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down, until it created a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. You stood at the window that overlooked the yard of the sanctuary, you could see the people that remained outside, the sun was setting fast, creating a mixture of colors. As you stood there, you couldn’t help but think of how you got to this point, and what you did to get there. You didn’t hold much remorse for any of the things you did anymore, in the beginning it was hard to grasp the concept of being ruthless, but once your feelings for Negan had grown the way they did, you realized you were capable of doing things you never thought you could - but even you had your limits on certain things and taking Judith was something that didn’t sit very well with you. You understood it was for the safety of the sanctuary, and you knew that if it was something that kept Negan safe, you were willing to do it. Aside from the fact that she was taken, it made you worry about the repercussions that this would cause. You had been with Rick’s group long enough to know that they didn’t give up, and adding one of his children into the mix would create a monster out of him, not that you were worried about Negan. You knew he could more than handle himself, but with how strong your feelings for him were, you couldn’t help but be concerned, you knew that a shitstorm was bound to happen - the only question was: when?

You took another sip of the whiskey when you heard the door open. You turned back to see Negan shutting the door behind him as he set Lucille on a nearby table and slipped his jacket off before coming over to you.

“I see you got into my fuckin’ stash early.” He smirked, walking to the bar to pour himself his own glass.

“I needed it after today.” You blinked hard, rubbing your eyes with a few hand.

He took a drink from his glass and sighed, “You’re still feeling fuckin’ guilty, huh?”

You pressed your lips together as you turned your head to meet his piercing gaze, “I pushed the guilt aside. I know you did it for the right reasons, but I’m concerned.”

He smirked and set his glass down, taking a step behind you, leaning down until his beard was brushing against your ear, “Look at you sounding all goddamn official.. Gotta fuckin’ say, I like it.. Now what are you fuckin’ concerns?”

You turned your head, looking at him from the corner of your eye, “I’ve known that group long enough to know that they don’t give up easy, and now you’ve taken his child. Do you really think that’s gonna make Rick stop?”

Negan chuckled, and brought his hands up to rest on your shoulders, squeezing them, “Darlin’, you really fuckin’ think I’m not expecting retaliation from him? I have no doubt that one of them will be fuckin’ dumb enough to make a move, but it won’t be a goddamn threat to us.”

You took another sip, “I want you to be right about this.”

“You just need to fuckin’ focus on your job, and keep looking goddamn pretty for me, baby.” He purred seductively, pressing his fingers down into your shoulders, “Stop stressing over a bunch of assholes.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to his chest, enjoying the pleasurable sensation, “I guess I can manage that.” You said in a soft tone.

“Your body is fuckin’ saying otherwise, darlin’. You’re so goddamn tense.” He spoke as he continued to massage your shoulders, his lips brushed over your ear until they found your neck, he laid a few rough kisses on your skin.

You breathed deeply, “Hm, I didn’t realize you were a masseuse.”

He chuckled, and you could feel him smile against your skin, “I don’t need to be a goddamn masseuse to realize when you need some fuckin’ tension relieved, baby. You think I haven’t noticed how fuckin’ wound up you’ve been lately?” He bit down on your neck this time, making a soft moan escape your lips, “Mmm, seems like you need more than just a fuckin’ shoulder rub.”

He was right. You had been tense lately, and your mood had been on the volatile side with eveeyrging going on, and with what he was doing now, you could definitely add sexual frustration to the list. You set your glass onto the nearby table, and backed yourself into his chest, feeling his obvious erection pressing into your backside through his pants.

You smirked, “Seems like I’m not the only one that needs something.”

He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling your head back to look at him, “It’s no goddamn secret that I wanna throw you down and fuck you, darlin’. That’s constantly in my goddamn thoughts.”

“Then let’s let’s not waste any time.” You purred as you brought your hand behind you to stroke the bulge in his pants.

He increased the pressure on your neck, “I’ll take as much fuckin’ time as I want, darlin’.” He growled into your ear, “Understand?”

“Yes, Negan.” You breathed as you continued to stroke him through his pants, teasingly.

He grunted, pulling you back towards the couch, “Fuck it. I think you might just be right about not wasting any goddamn time, babydoll.” He said roughly as he pushed you over the back of the couch, making you bend over for him.

You could feel the heat building up in your core, and the dampness between your legs becoming noticeable. Negan let his hands run over your ass for a moment before unbuttoning your jeans, ripping them down quickly. You could hear the clinking of his belt buckle, and the unzipping of his pants. He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back up to his chest, “How do you fuckin’ want it?”

You paused for a moment, trying to find your words. Before you could speak, you felt the hard smack on your ass, making you moan, “Better fuckin’ speak up, babydoll.”

“Rough.” You groaned, leaning back over the couch.

“You’re speaking my goddamn language now, darlin’.” You could hear the smirk in his voice while he spoke. He brought his hand down again, and you could feel his fingers teasing your slit, enticing another moan out of you. You were aching for him, and it seemed like he was going to take his time teasing you.

“Damnit, Negan.” You growled.

He chuckled, and slipped a finger inside of you, “You have a fuckin’ problem, baby?”

You groaned and backed up against him, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you. You knew what he wanted from you. Negan loved to fuck, but you knew that he loved hearing you beg just as much.

“You know what the problem is.” You whimpered, reaching for his hand. You felt another hard smack on your ass, the stinging sensation only succeeding in turning you on even more, “Then let me fuckin’ hear it one more goddamn time, darlin.”

“Please, daddy.. Just fuck me right here.” You begged.

“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl.” He grunted back, you felt him push his fingers deeper inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot gently, making you raise yourself into your tip-toes as you Keane over further into the couch. He pulled his fingers from you, and brought them up to his lips to run his tongue across them, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” He said in a deep, seductive tone.

He pressed your body into the couch hard as you felt his cock slide into you, making the both of you grunt simultaneously. You dug your nails into the cushions as he grabbed your waist, slamming your hips back into his without a warning, you could feel him deep inside you now as he pumped himself in and out of you roughly, making you cry out at the sensation. The pain and pleasure that you felt was a combination that you never got tired of. You knew that you weren’t going to last long, and you didn’t care, you just needed the release. As he continue to roll his hips against yours, he grabbed the back of your hair, forcing you to arch your back to him.

“Negan.” You gasped out as he leaned down, sinking his teeth into your neck. You could feel your pussy already begin to tighten around his cock as he slammed into you.

“Jesus darlin’, am I gonna make you come for me this goddamn soon?” He said proudly against your skin.

“Yes.” You moaned. You could lie to him, it was hitting you harder than it usually was.

As he continued, he brought his hand down to teasingly rub your clit. Your moans became louder, and you grinded your hips against his roughly as you felt his cock rubbing against your g-spot this, the pleasure was becoming too intense for you to hold out much longer.

“Daddy.” You moaned turning your head to his as he continued to bite down into your skin.

He lifted his head, his beard rubbing against your skin sent chills down your spine, “Come on, darlin’. Show me how good I’m fuckin’ you.”

And that was all it took, before you knew it your orgasm had crept up on you without warning, and you were doubled over on the couch, moaning and screaming Negan’s name as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out as your breath quickened. Negan didn’t bother to slow down as he kept a steady pace, only furthering your sensitivity, making it almost unbearable.

“Christ, baby.” Negan chuckled as he thrusted himself into you roughly. It didn’t take long before him to follow in suit behind you as he grabbed your hair again, and pulled you up to his chest as he growled into your ear, and you could feel the warmth as he finished inside of you. He slammed his hips against you a few more times to ride out his own orgasm, feeling his breath in your ear.

You whimpered and collapsed over onto the couch again, breathing heavily. He pulled himself out of you, and you could feel the mess dripping down your leg, and you felt another slap on your ass.

“I didn’t realize this was gonna turn into a fuckin’ quickie.” He smiled, zipping his pants back up.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows, “Neither did I, but I needed that.”

“Are you fuckin’ relaxed now?” He said, running his tongue over his lips.

You stood back up, steadying yourself on the couch as your legs were shaky.

You turned towards him, “I am until I get tense again.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling you towards him to give you a passionate kiss, “Fuckin’ figures. I’ll just have to fuck that stress out of you.”

You bit your lip as you looked up to him, “it’s not like that’s a problem.”

He smirked, and have you a nod, “I’m going to get a fuckin’ shower. You coming?”

“That should be obvious.” You chuckled, gesturing to the mess he had made on you.

Later that night you laid in Negan’s bed after your shower, trying your best to stay awake. He had gone back downstairs afterwards to talk to Eugene. But you were so tired that it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep before he could make it back into the room.

*Negan’s P.O.V.*

After he was done making his rounds he headed back up the stairs to his room, tired and worn out from the day’s activities. Lucille was hanging loosely from his hand as he stomped up the stairs. He was relieved once he finally made it back.

‘Thank fuckin’ Christ.’ He thought as he opened the door to the room.

“I think he might fuckin’ workout here.” He said as he closed the door behind him, waiting for your answer. He turned and looked over to you laying in his bed, he pursed his lips once he saw that you were passed out. He shook his head and smirked, “Can’t ever fuckin’ hang.”

He set Lucille back onto his desk, and pulled his shirt off, throwing it down as he climbed into bed beside you, being careful not to wake you. He laid his head onto his pillow, turning over to look at you. He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear that hung loosely in your face.

He was grateful to have you by his side, and he knew that, and it wasn’t a secret to himself that he loved you, but he wasn’t keen on expressing it, and wasn’t sure that he ever would be. He had vowed a long time go that he’d never fall in love after Lucille, but that rule has been broken the day the thought of losing you had been a real possibility. He hoped that somehow you already knew that he did, that way he didn’t have to come right out and say it, but he knew that was wishful thinking. He knew he’d have to tell you at some point, but at this point, he wasn’t ready.

*(Y/N) P.O.V.*

When the next morning rolled around, you and Negan were both up early getting ready for the day. You were sitting on the couch lacing up your boots when there was a loud knock on the door.

“This goddamm early?” Negan said, rolling his eyes, “Come in.”

The door opened as Simon appeared from the other side. He had a cautious look on his face as he took a step in, looking like he was nervous to get close to Negan. You knew right away that something was up, it wasn’t like Simon to cower down like this.

“Negan, there’s a problem.” He said slowly.

You could see Negan’s jaw flare as Simon spoke, “What kind of fuckin’ problem?”

Simon ran a hand through his hair, “When I went to let the wives know they’d be entertaining, I noticed something.”

“You better start making some goddamn sense, Simon.” Negan growled.

Simon let out a ragged sigh, “Sherri is missing.”

The look that came over Negan’s face next was a frightening one, made obvious by the look Simon made as negan cornered him, “What the fuck do you mean?”

“She wasn’t in the wives room. Some men and I looked around the place last night, we can’t find her.” He said, lowering his eyes.

Negan became too quiet at that point. He nodded his head slowly and slammed his fist into the door, making you jump as you watched on.

“Where’s Dwight?” He said dangerously.

“He should be in his room.” Simon answered nervously.

Negan grabbed Lucille where he had left her, gripping her handle so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “Get some men, and we’ll pay him a fuckin’ visit.”

Simon nodded quickly and exited the room as fast as he could.

Negan turned back to you, “You fuckin’ coming?”

You gave a quiet nod, and followed out behind him. It made sense now as to why none of the wives would tell you where she was yesterday. They had to know more than they were letting on.

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Oh My!.. Look at this little Angel!  by me deeds666

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CHAPTER ONE : THE AFTERMATH https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/158206034763/theres-something-about-mary

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ CHAPTER TWO : LITTLE PIG https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/158238666223/theres-something-about-mary ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ CHAPTER THREE : I’M YOUR MAN https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/158285235848/theres-something-about-mary ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ CHAPTER FOUR : BROKEN https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/158318314818/theres-something-about-mary ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ CHAPTER FIVE : UNINVITED https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/158370257123/theres-something-about-mary ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ CHAPTER SIX : MINE https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/158409987228/theres-something-about-mary

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♡♡♡There's Something about Mary♡♡♡

CHAPTER THREE : I’M YOUR MAN!

CHARACTERS: Negan x Mary

WARNINGS :it’s Negan, you know what you’re dealing with.

SUMMARY :Negan’s encounter with Mary didn’t go as he hoped.

Ps: events are a little similar with what happened between Negan and Carl in the show/ comics , bare a little with me because romance is on its way, the start is slow but again that’s why it’s called a slow burn lol

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The sound of the shot rang through the house! Mary knew that probably people outside would have heard it already but she didn’t care!! Adrenaline rushed through her veins and she’s on a badass mode again, not helpless as she was in her latest bad encounter with the saviors. Mary wasn’t stupid, she didn’t shoot the saviors, she instead aimed at the vase behind them which shattered into small peices. And that scared the shit outta the two saviors , it satisfied her! She was always a good shooter, Sasha once called her one shot, because it only took her one bullet to kill a walker or a ‘man’ , she always aims at the head and her bullet always rest between her target’s eyes! Mary was grateful to Shane for teaching her how to shoot, she remembered how he forced to take a gun and aim at a walker, she was terrified and crying but Shane kept yelling at her to shoot, that day she almost got bitten but he handled the situation. After that walkers became her shooting range and she became good at it! Matt and David were taken aback at first, but then David dared to ask “ so what happens now little girl?” “ next one goes into your thick skull, put the meds down NOW!” she said with commanding steady voice. Situation was getting more and more difficult and she didn’t know what to do next if they insisted on taking the meds, and she couldn’t back off now , not after what just happened! !! Mary became more nervous when she got interrupted by Negan and Rick getting inside the house Rick’s fear grew bigger inside of him, ignoring what to do especially that this would escalate now with the interference of Negan. However Negan felt mad, he thought, ‘How dare she point a gun at his men, how dare she stand up to them ? Who the fuck does she think she is?? How stupid could she be , getting herself in trouble with his men, she could get herself killed, Damn it!“’ Negan pulled himself together and approached her in a predatory way. He smirked showing them dimples ” of-fucking-course!!! I should have known it’s fucking you!! What the fuck you think you’re doing dollface?“ Mary kept staring at the two saviors, holding her gun tight she licked her lips ” they took our meds, all of them!!“ Rick took a step forward , hands towards his daughter “Mary! Mary please , put the gun down, please!!” Negan turned around to face him “don’t be fucking rude Rick, I’m having a conversation! ” Negan then, took other steps till he got real close to Mary, his breath was hitting her the delicate soft surface of her face before saying in a husky voice “Doll, this shit doesn’t fly with us, put that little fucking gun of yours, and everybody walks out of here alive, nobody has to get fucking hurt today! ” Mary turned to face him, her blue eyes locking with his dark ones, her nose almost touching his “you know what, asshole! You should take your gang and leave! You have no idea who you’re fucking with!” Negan rose his brows in amusement “Fucking impressive, this girl doesn’t take shit!” He leaned close to her ear and whispered “and neither do I ! You can threaten these two shitheads all you want but NOT me , doll! ” Then he turned around to face Rick again “ unless, you want yours truly to run another show similar to the one I did few days ago in the woods!”. Rick’s eyes shifted to Mary’s, begging her silently to put the gun down and be submissive. Negan hated threatening her, he hated reminding her of what happened that night but he has a status to maintain and he wasn’t going to be walked over in front of his men. Mary took few steps back and handed the gun to her dad. Rick breathed with relief, but this didn’t end here, Negan wasn’t gonna let this slide and he ordered “ David ,…” he put a hand on his forhead trying to remember the other savior ’s name “Hell is your name” The savior replied “uh Matt, sir!!” “Yeah ok, David , Matt take Rick to show you where my fucking guns are, load'em all up in the trucks! ” Rick looked at him confused before Negan added “you know what I’m fucking talking about Rick! Your daughter used a gun today, what stops her or anyone else from using guns against us!” But Rick said in protest “How are we supposed to defend ourselves, there are walkers outside and…” “I don’t care!” Negan sang it. “Go fetch my fucking guns, NOW! Don’t make say it again ” Rick nodded , gave his daughter a warning look before heading out leading the two saviors to the armory. Negan was left alone with Mary and he thought ‘this is it, time to make a move’ However Mary decided to go back upstairs to check on Judith, afraid that the sound of the bullet and the voices would wake her up, she only took few steps before Negan grabbed her gently from her wrist, pulling her towards him. “Doll wait” Mary looked down at his hand touching her wrist then up at him, in disgust! She pulled her hand violently, then stepped back! Negan didn’t want to push his luck, after all things between them started badly and he didn’t want to make it worse. So he decided to play nice. He motioned towards the basket full of meds that his two saviors had left on the table “Take the meds you need, take ONLY what you fucking need!” Mary couldn’t believe her ears, something felt really fishy! She expected to be punished for the stunt she pulled earlier. And now this ‘monster’ is offering her , her own meds, the ones she needs?’ Negan could see she was shocked and doubtful. “Doll, darling!!! I fucking mean it! I’m dead serious, take the meds you really need!” After a while, Mary took few hesitating steps towards the basket as of it was full of snakes, then she grabbed her sister’s vitamins, her own too , some aspirin and antibiotics. Negan stood watching her then he asked in a caring tone “you… uh, you sick or something? ” Mary replied drily without looking at him “No, but we need these, oh and I’m taking painkillers too, I need them every month!” She blinked hard, her subconscious slapped itself and she internally cursed herself for giving away unnecessary information. Her cheeks heated up and Negan could tell that she got embarrassed, he was really amused by this , he winked : “ I fucking understand, you gotta take care of yourself at that time of the month”. Mary was getting really shy and the situation got too awkward for her “Um.. look I gotta go!” She didn’t manage to move an inch because he approached her very fast , putting his hands on her waist , his nose smelling her hair , his beard tickling her cheek, breathing heavily into her ears, he finally managed to let out word in raspy voice “Doll, if you ever needed anything ,ANYTHING! I’m your man”!!! Mary felt more angry than ever , she pushed at him before shouting “ FIRST, I’m not doll, name is Mary! SECOND, I would rather die than asking you for shit and FINALLY don’t EVER touch me or I’ll break your hand, UNDERSTAND? !” she pushed past him , going upstairs leaving him frozen and ‘broken’ , Negan could hear her angry footsteps and then the sound of a door being slammed. He couldn’t understand, again, why he felt heart broken! !! Him, the mighty leader of the saviors, feeling bad because a girl said few harsh words to him, he heard worse yet those words got to him!!! He hate being despised by Mary , he tried his best to be nice to her!!! Usually it wasn’t that hard for him to woo a girl , now this ‘little girl’ is walking over him!!! Negan shook his head and left the house. ___________ Couple of hours later, the trucks were loaded and the saviors were ready to leave, waiting for the boss to say the word, as expected, it was a productive day. Rick had a lot to offer, and this doesn’t happen every day. The saviors felt happy and satisfied except for Negan , something bothered him, something didn’t go well as he hoped to. One of his female saviors, Arat, approched him announcing that they are good to go. His heart clenched, this is it, time to leave ! Negan gave the Grimes house another look, and he saw Mary standing in the front porch , looking dagger towards him. Oh if looks could kill! He’d be laying in a pool of his own blood. Mary then drifted her gaze to Daryl giving him a sympathetic weak smile. Negan saw that , he felt mad, he didn’t have the right to ,though. Daryl was her friend and his ‘slave’ , but in Negan’s books , Mary shouldn’t look at Daryl or any other man!!!!!!!! Negan resisted the urge to punch Daryl so instead he commanded everyone to get in the trucks . Negan would do anything for that smile but the girl hates him and that will only happen in his dreams. He climbed to his seat , engines started and the trucks started moving towards the gates leaving Alexandria. Negan already promised to get back in 6 days! Mary took few steps out of her porch watching the saviors’ trucks leaving, one behind the other. Negan could see her reflection on the truck’s side mirror , his eyes couldn’t leave her reflection as it went smaller and smaller till she totally disappeared from that little mirror , being replaced by the reflection of the closing gates of Alexandria. Her image didn’t fade away from Negan’s mind though. It was stuck in his there , that’s when he knew he is utterly and completely fucked and there’s no way out!

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☆☆There's Something About Mary ☆☆

Main characters : Negan and Mary Warnings : it’s Negan , you already know what you’re dealing with! Summary : Negan went for the first time to Alexandria to collect half of what they have, and Mary faced people she didn’t want to!

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@grungedaddykinks CHAPTER ONE: https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/158206034763/theres-something-about-mary

♡♡CHAPTER TWO : LITTLE PIG♡♡ ………………………………………………………………………. The road to Alexandria seemed too long! Negan’s convoy led its way through the rough roads, passing by abandoned villages , there were few walkers stumbling here and there. Negan leaned to the glass of his truck’s door , sitting on the front seat next to his “chauffeur ” Tom, a bearded guy who used to be a trucker, he was familiar to driving such long distances. It seemed that Negan wasn’t paying attention to the road nor the landscapes they passed by. His mind was somewhere else, he was thinking about his next unexpected encounter with the “Alexandrians” .

Negan suddenly felt uncomfortable when he thought about Mary, “ what’s so goddamn special about that girl”. Her and her attitude! ! Negan scoffed shaking his head, trying not to draw his driver ’s attention who was actually focused on the road ahead of him. Negan than wondered if he would find her there, will she be defiant? ’ No he’ll break her if he had to, like he’s breaking her friend Daryl and like he broke her dad, he owns her now and she belongs to him ’ ,he thought! Negan sighed and run his hand through his dark hair , then he started tapping Lucille gently on his boot. Tom brought his boss out of his thoughts saying “boss we’re here”. Negan lifted his eyes up to see the gates of Alexandria, it looked a huge place , well the tall walls and the strong metal gates didn’t show much, but he knew deep inside that this place is “magnificent ”, and for the first time in a long long time, his heart clenched! He was a little nervous about his second encounter with Mary! Yes that’s what mattered to him at that time. The trucks stopped in front of the gates, Negan rubbed his salt and pepper beard and opened the door of the truck, jumped out and adjusted his black leather jacket, popped Lucille up his shoulder and with confidence he walked towards the gate. —————————————————————–—- Mary rolled on her bed , sleepless. The sun rose already and she could hear people talking and greeting each other down the street. She was completely emotionally exhausted and tired, her eyes puffed up because of insomnia . Since that night in the woods , sleep became her enemy and tears became her consoling friends. Oh friends!! Glenn was her best friend and hero! He was the one who saved her dad, Rick kept telling that story over and over again laughing at how he got stuck in that tank and how a pizza boy saved his “ass”!!! It was good times she spent hearing that scary story that turned into an adventure one. Mary was sincerely grateful to Glenn. He was nice and sweet to her, he saved her dad and he risked his life for few vitamins her mom needed when she got pregnant! His loss damaged her, and the way he died shocked her! His blood covering his face, his eye popped out, his head bashed , his brain mushed and his voice ,oh his voice when he said “Maggie I’ll find you” that haunted her!!! Mary couldn’t sleep and even if she did , that would be for few minutes, she’d wake up drenched in her sweat and breathing heavily. All that played over and over in her head!!! It took over her! Especially Negan’s diabolic evil laughter, it always rang in her ears like a bell! How much she hated him, that ‘evil bastard ’ , Glenn didn’t deserve to die like that neither did Abe! Then she remembered Maggie, poor thing must be suffering, facing the world alone now with her unborn baby. She lost everyone she loved. Mary couldn’t put herself in Maggie’s shoes! What if it was Rick who got murdered, like that in front of her eyes, oh God she’d kill Negan with her bare hands!!! Mary shook that thought out of her mind, at least she tried to! She instead burried her head in her pillow and started sobbing. She tried not to make noise as possible as she could so nobody in the house would hear her!!! Especially her dad, he already had enough troubles to deal with , she didn’t want to be a burden, making him worry about her, after all she is Mary Grimes! The strong tough girl who dealt with a lot since shit hit the fan. After a struggle, she finally brought her feet to the ground, wore her shorts and black shirt, then put her boots on and headed down stairs. Rick was already awake, feeding Judith in the kitchen, Mary approached him placing her hand on his shoulder “morning dad!” He looked back at her, gave her a fainted smile “ morning sweetie ” . Rick saw how her eyes were puffed , he frowned his brows . Mary understood immediately and made up an excuse “ ugh, these allergies are giving me headaches!” . Rick instantly knew she was lying but he ignored it. Mary wanted to change the subject “uh… is there coffee for me?” she already knew the answer…Then she headed towards the coffee maker where she found hot delicious coffee waiting for her, Rick knows how much she craves caffeine in the morning. Mary applauded , faking excitement “yesss” , rubbed her hands, poured some coffee and the second she took a sip she made a relived voice. She took a seat before asking “ um.. where’s Michonne? ” , Rick swallowed hard before replying “she went out , she needed some fresh air”… Mary knew there was something wrong between her dad and Michonne, it has everything to do with the saviors, Mary didn’t want to push it so she kept drinking her coffee in silence. She held the mug close to her lips , smelling the coffee then she opened her mouth to say something but she was interrupted by the roaming sounds of multiple trucks stopping near by. The radio went off and it was Aaron ’s voice “Rick! The saviors are here!! Spencer is akready talking to Negan, come quickly! ” Rick’s face turned pale, looked at Mary with wide eyes! He was freaking out! Thinking that they’re early , they’re not on schedule as Negan said! Mary thought exactly the same thing. Rick held Judith out to Mary before commanding “ take her upstairs, lock the door, don’t come out at any circumstances, do you understand? ” Mary wanted to protest but she decided against it and she did as told. She nodded watching Rick hurrying outside the house, then she took her baby sister who was already full and sleepy, she put her in her crib and Judith fell asleep easily . Mary looked at how peacefully Judith laid there , her heart clenched when she remembered the promise she made to her mom before Maggie cut her belly open. Mary promised her that she will protect and take care of the baby at all costs!!! Mary wasn’t the suicidal type but she thought about killing herself many times, she wanted to go on her own terms, she hated to think that she could be tortured on the hands of a psychopath or eaten by a walker or a cannibal or getting raped, suicide seemed a luxury at these hard times. But she couldn’t do it, she is not that selfish to leave her helpless sister behind not even that evil to ‘take’ her with her. So she decided to stay strong for Judith and Rick as she promised, because death was the easiest thing to do and she promised never to do the easy things. Suddenly, she heard a noise downstairs, her heart start racing and she panicked, because she was with her sister, if she was alone ,she wouldn’t go down without a fight. Mary reached for her gun, the one that always placed on her thigh, and decided to face the intruders even though this was against her dad’s orders but she couldn’t risk them entering her sister’s room. She walked out of the door, quietly, anger replacing panic, those bastards were raiding her house , fetching through her things. She locked the door and started tip toeing downstairs, switching her gun’s safety off, ready for everything. Mary took a peek, she saw two saviors messing with the first aid kit, and taking all the meds, her sister’s vitamins included. Mary have been to hell and back to get those meds . She pointed her gun at them, before yelling “ Hey assholes, those are our meds you’re stealing !” The two saviors were been startled at first but they pulled themselves together real quick and grinned as if they were sure she was bluffing, and she WAS! Mary knew very well that if she killed them , there will be consequences, she’d swing Hell ’ s door open on herself and Alexandria as a whole. She couldn’t risk the lives of her family and friends for meds but she was so stubborn to be walked over. One of the saviors, David, snapped her out of her thoughts “ hey little girl, put that down before you hurt yourself! ” He smirked while the other one , Matt, laughed out loud! Oh , how much she wanted to slap that ’ ugly ’ smirk off of his face. “ hey bitch, I said put it down!” And that’s it , the word bitch triggered Mary, so she aimed at the saviors and took a shot. ————————————————————————- please tell me what you think, I’ll be updating the third chapter real soon.

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There's Something About Mary!

Ps : this has nothing to do with that movie lol! It’s a Negan slow burn. Well I’m a Negan fanfiction die hard fan, I practically fell in love with every Negan fic going on Tumblr. I always had a thing for slow burns especially if it’s between Negan and Rick’s daughter (imaginary , not in the tv show) I requested few good writers about this and they were kind enough to consider it, some of them already started writing it, and I loved what they wrote, it is much appreciated! Then I thought I’m gonna start a short fic about my own request! It’s going to be a little hard for me as English is not my first language not even the second lol so bare with me please.. I’m not good at bringing up the details but I have a wild imagination. In my fic Rick Grimes, only has two daughters, Mary the main character, 20 years old and little Judith. I just can’t stand Carl lol.

Warnings : it’s Negan, you already know what you’re dealing with!

Main characters : Negan and Mary

Fic will be written in third point of view. Some events will be based on the show and the comics.

Summary : after the horrible events that took place in the woods ( the murdering of Abe and Glenn ) Negan took notice of Rick’s 20 years old daughter Mary… he just can’t stop thinking about her and he couldn’t tell why?!!

CHAPTER ONE : THE AFTERMATH………….. Negan laid on his huge comfortable king sized bed, naked! Next to him laid his young beautiful redhead “wife” , Frankie, covered with silk dark sheets, asleep peacefully. He just couldn’t tell if she was really asleep or she’s faking it. Oh, she was always a good liar, he could tell when she lies to him but he ignores the boiling anger inside of him. He hates liars, he likes honesty even if it’s against him, he is always a huge honest asshole who speaks his mind, but he couldn’t blame people for lying to him because he knew it was all out of fear from him. Frankie faked her love for him, that was ok by him but what’s worse is that she faked orgasms too, well few of them. The only thing she couldn’t fake was fear, the fear in her eyes when Negan is angry or gathers everyone in the main hall!!! She saw what he’s capable of once he’s pissed and that scared the shit out of her and everybody else. Frankie is his second favorite wife after Sherry, she used to be a masseuse . Hell, she could give him a boner by massaging him , he liked that and he also liked her moans even the fake ones! But Negan didn’t love her not even a bit, he didn’t love any of the other wives, it’s the sex he liked. And none of them loved him too , sex was good but it was hell to them, because they wanted to please him or else they would lose their spot in the wives quarter. Some of them , like Sherry and Amber had to , for personal reasons, become wives, the others such as Frankie was too spoiled and lazy for the hard work so she gave herself in and Negan took her happily. Deep inside, Negan didn’t respect them, even if he didn’t show it or never physically harmed any of them not to mention he never forced himself on any wife, but he saw them as opportunistic bitches! Only one he respected was his wife Lucille, real wife, only wife he loved , respected and admired!!! His dead wife Lucille, she cared about him , waited for him every night even though she knew he was with another woman. Oh, Lucille! Negan hated when his thoughts drifted to her, he can’t help but to think how he treated her , how she suffered, how she died and how he left her to rot in that goddamn hospital! The love of his life!!! God, how much he loved her blue eyes! Suddenly, other blue eyes creeped on his thoughts, Rick’s daughter ’s blue eyes!! Mary. He didn’t know why, but he hated how she looked at him, usually he doesn’t give a flying fuck about how people look at him, well he demands respect, but he doesn’t care, yet when it came to the little feisty one,when she gave him stink eyes , it bothered him ,that night in the woods, she looked right at his dark eyes, when almost everyone else were trembling in fear while kneeling on the hard cold dirt in the dark creepy forest. They were sobbing as tears running over their cheeks but not her! Mary stood her ground, looked furious and brave, she even dared to yell a “go to hell” at him when he asked her why she isn’t crying like her “pussy of a dad”. Negan sighed, shook his head when he remembered that he ordered Rick to cut her arm off, thank God that didn’t happen, “I mean really Negan, was that fucking necessary?” he thought to himself. After a while, Negan realized that he didn’t sleep that night , wandering in his own thoughts. .. dawn was already breaking when he brought himself to get up, then he got dressed and as usual he took with him his dear baseball bat, Lucille , his hell and heaven, his Savior the vampire bat Lucille. Negan left the room, didn’t even give Frankie a second look, he wandered around the compound, his Sanctuary. He didn’t pay attention at the kneeling few people on his way to the cafeteria. First time someone kneeled for him was Simon, his right hand man, and only friend. Simon kneeled out of admiration and respect not fear.. after that kneeling became a fundamental fact and a rule applies for everyone except Negan’s “dear wives”. Negan entered the cafeteria, it was almost empty , John , a big white man with ginger beard, is the one responsible for pouring food in people’s trays. He didn’t believe his eyes when he saw Negan holding a tray waiting for his food. Usually, it was Dwight, one of Negan’s close saviors, responsable for Negan’s meals. He takes every meal to Negan’s private room or office. So John stood there like the idiot he always was, and Negan already became impatient but he tried not to yell, cause he hates yelling in the early mornings, he simply said in a calm voice “ wake the fuck up chubz, pour some godamn food, TODAY!” John snapped out of it, he only whispered “yes sir, right away sir!”. Negan rolled his eyes in bordem, he finally headed to the tables after he got what he wanted, and boy! He always gets what he wants. Dwight was already sitting alone eating fast as if his life depended on it, he didn’t see Negan coming his way. Not until he heard his deep dark voice “ Jee-hee-sus ! Dwighty boy, you’re eating as if it’s the end of the world! ! Wait a fucking minute! It IS the end of the world ” then he busted out laughing while approaching Dwight, amused by the fact that he startled the poor bastard with the half ironed face. Negan took a seat right in front of Dwight and started eating. Dwight , while still holding his spoon up in the air, managed to speak letting out few shaky words “ I , I … was gonna finish up fast and bring you your breakfast, I mean you woke up early, you could told me through the radio to b-bring you a tray! I just..” Negan interrupted him saying “ calm the fuck down , I woke up early for a reason, we’re going to Alexandria today, finish your fucking breakfast and go with the boys to prepare the trucks!” Finally, Dwight brought the spoon to his mouth, he swallowed hard before wondering “ but boss we’re not supposed to go there till three other days, you said a week!”. Negan stopped eating, put his spoon down and replied calmly “ because Dwighty boy, I wanna have the upper hand, wanna take them by surprise, when it comes to us I want them to fucking tip toe . They won’t be expecting us so there will be no fucking surprises for US! Plus I kinda missed them” he said ironically, smirking before adding “ finish up eating, what the fuck are you waiting for?” Dwight nodded silently before taking his tray back to John then he left the cafeteria heading to the saviors headquarters to update them. Negan sat quietly finishing what’s left in his tray when his thoughts drifted to Mary’s beautiful angelic face, something about her made his heart ache, and he’s the one who thought he doesn’t have a heart, he didn’t believe in love at first sight or love in general until he first met Lucille, school nurse Lucille, it was his first day as a coach and she showed him around, warned him about the naughty little punks in that school, he loved her, loved her voice , her smile especially the way she looks at him! Negan didn’t know why things got bad between the two of them after a couple of years of marriage. He didn’t know why he wandered around ending in many many women ’s arms , some of them he ignored their names!! Now, Negan could not understand why he thinks of Mary when he remembers Lucille or why he thinks of Lucille when he remembers that night in the woods, the first time he met Mary!!! Both Mary and Lucille kept creeping on his mind a lot lately, and it won’t just stop, he thought to himself. Negan finished all the food in his tray, got up and headed to the cafeteria ’s door while commanding “ hey , chubbz!! Clean that shit up!” pointing to his empty tray left on the table. Negan then stood next to his truck hoping that today would be a productive day, totally ignoring what Rick has to offer, oh he wasn’t sure about that but he was so sure about one thing, well almost, he’s gonna see Mary today!!……………………….. ☆☆☆please I’d appreciate any feedback, critique, comments, reblogs, ideas anything and THANK YOU☆☆☆ @xomissi @deez666 @negansmainwife

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The Silent One - Part Twenty-Eight

You can find the other parts of this story and my Masterlist HERE!

Chapter Synopsis: Negan hadn’t returned to your room last night and when you had an unexpected visitor you thought you knew why.

Ships: Negan x Reader Words:  1,138 Warnings: Curses, suggestive language Category: Angst

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Negan had yet to return to your shared apartment after your agreement and you couldn’t help the rising panic within you. You hadn’t had a wink of sleep; too busy pacing your small room to even think about the possibility of blissful unconsciousness. You had been thinking about Negan’s question and about what you should’ve answered.

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 35

Summary: You make a trip to Alexandria to continue for the hunt for Daryl.

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“We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is good and evil among every kind of people. It’s the evil among us who rule now.” - Anne Bishop

“Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.” - T.S. Elliot

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The next morning was face paced and there was little time to spare with Negan wanting to make it to Alexandria as soon as possible. All of his men were gathered in the yard, most of them chomping at the bit at the thought of getting to tear the place up from head to toe once you arrived there.

Once you had readied yourself, you headed down to one of the buildings that were considered ‘apartments’ where David shared and room with Katherine and Ben. As far as you knew, Eugene was also staying on the same hallway in his own room, but you hadn’t seen much of him since he was brought back for making a bullet for Rosita. He mostly kept to himself, and lately you were too busy to pay much attention to anyone else. You knocked on the door a few times, hearing movement from the other side until the door opened. David greeted you at the doorway and ushered you inside with his hand. You gave a nod and entered slowly, looking over the quaint little room. It wasn’t a bad looking room at all, considering all three of them were forced to stay in it together, and of course it was no where near as nice as Negan’s room, or your room for that matter.

Katherine and Ben were both sitting at a table in the center of the room, spooning what looked like oatmeal into their mouths.

“How are you liking it here?” You said aloud, but mostly speaking to David.

Katherine and Ben both looked up at you, giving a few sparse nods here and there before finally uttering, “Fine.” Neither of them seem to care for you, or their placement here very much, and you could say you felt the same. You would have much preferred just being in charge of David, atleast he talked –at times too much – but still talked.

You turned back to him, waiting for an answer.

He shook his head a little, “Well, I’ve got a roof over my head and food. There’s really not a whole lot I can complain about, is there?”

“That’s a really good answer.” You said, relieved that you didn’t have to scold him for giving some smart ass remark.

“What’s the deal for today?” He asked as he sat down on the couch that furnished the room, reaching down to tie the laces on his boots.

“I’ve gotta take a trip to Alexandria with Negan and the others, see if we can find Daryl.”

He nodded as he kept looking down, “So, what do you want us to do?”

“You are gonna come with me, and you two-” You trailed off as you turned your attention back to the table and walked over to lean against it.

They both took note and stopped eating to sit up right, looking nervous at the eagerness in your expression as you stared the both of them down, “You two are gonna work in the kitchen again. Seeing as how both of you seem to be a package deal, I won’t split you up. This is me being nice, and trying to extend an olive branch to you. Do we have an understanding?”

“Why do you wanna be nice to us now?” Katherine asked, squinting at you suspiciously.

“Exactly when haven’t I been nice?” You breathed, your eyes locked onto hers.

“You did threaten to kill us.” Ben cut in, leaning back in his chair.

You rolled your eyes, “Jesus, really? I said if you fucked me over I’d kill you, that’s it. I’m not just gonna blow your brains out because the mood strikes me..” You paused again and pointed at Katherine, “But you are the one testing my patience. I’m tired of the disrespect.”

Katherine immediately averted her glare from you as the thought of you pulling your gun out on her crossed her mind.

“I threatened David, too.” You reminded them, throwing your head back in his direction, “And look at him, he’s going out on runs with me and everything. All I’m asking for is cooperation. That’s literally it. So, I’ll ask again; do we have an understanding?”

They both gave eachother glances as if silently debating whether or not they should, and finally nodding to you in approval.

“Yeah, just don’t kill us.” Ben said before he focused his attention back on his food.

You gave a nod, “Like I said, just cooperate and I won’t have to, I won’t say it again. I’m sure you’d both rather have to deal with me than Negan, right?”

“Yes.” They both managed to say simultaneously, that was the one thing they seemed to be sure of.

“Good.” You said plainly as you turned around, motioning David to follow you as you headed out of the door.

When you arrived back outside, everyone was loaded into the trucks waiting to leave and you were met with the familiar angry glare of the man of the house.

“Jesus-fuckin-Christ, did the goddamn tornado sweep you away to Oz, or what? What the fuck kept you so long?” He demanded as he leaned against one of the trucks, swinging Lucille.

He closed your eyes for a moment before answering, “I had to make sure the other two knew what to do while we are away.”

“Why didn’t you fuckin’ bring them?” He asked, throwing an arm up, shifting his eyes to David, “You brought that shit stick.”

You pursed your lips, “They’d be kind of useless to us, Negan.”

Negan’s forehead creased as he listened to you, “And what makes him useful?” He asked, jutting his head towards David.

You glanced back to see David doing his best to stand tall against Negan’s critique, but you could tell all he wanted to do was cower in a corner, far away from Negan incase he decided to interrogate him with more suggestive and confusing questions.

“He shows potential, and he did kinda save my ass.” You breathed, hating to bring attention back to your own screw up.

Negan snorted and let out a small chuckle, “Mmm, you fuckin’ got me there. Maybe we should give him your goddamn job, huh?”

You lowered your head, not wanting him to see just how much the sting in those words hit you. Your hands began to twirl into fists, much like the way a snake coils itself when it was ready to strike. Of course, you’d never lash out and hit Negan, but it was starting to become more prevalent that your time here had made your temper short.. But constantly being around a man as volatile as Negan would surely have that effect on someone sooner or later. You lifted your head back up and gave a small nod, accepting it.

“It won’t happen again.” You said in a calm tone, walking to the front of the truck.

“I’m sure it fuckin’ won’t, darlin’.” He called out to you as you pushed past him.

David followed behind you, heading for the cab of the truck as you crawled into it. Negan reached out his arm, grabbing David by the shoulder before he slung him back around to his side, “And where the fuck are you goin’?”

“To get in the- the truck.. sir?” David said nervously as Negan held him with one hand and Lucille too close for comfort in the other.

Negan scoffed and shook his head quickly, “Hell no, the front is for me and the lovely wife. You get the privilege of sitting in the fuckin’ back, asshole.” Negan patted David’s face before pushing him in the direction of the back large storage compartment on the back on the truck.

You rolled your eyes as David stood there dumbfounded before turning to get into the back with a defeated look on his face.

“What kept you from treating me that way when I first got here?” You admitted as he hopped into the front seat next to you.

Negan cocked his head in your direction, studying your face before he spoke, “Why the fuck would I?”

You shrugged, “I gave you way more trouble than he does.”

Negan shut his eyes as he smirked, “But he’s not you, now is he, babydoll?”

You smiled as you leaned back into the seat, “No, he’s not.”

“Al-fuckin-right then.” He said matter-of- factly.

The rest of the ride was quiet and the whole way there you could feel the anticipation radiating off of Negan. You knew when he got this wound up that he was unpredictable and at his most dangerous, much like a wild fire when it gets out of hand, it’s hard to get it back under control and leaves destruction in its path. You didn’t know what he was planning to do when he got to Alexandria, you didn’t know if he’d kill everyone looking for Daryl, take everything, or just go there to harass Rick until he made him cower down like a scolded dog.

None of the options would have been much of a surprise to you, you had witnessed and done a lot of shit since you’re time here and it was beginning to change you. Even killing someone wasn’t as big of a problem as it once was, especially if they posed a threat to you, or Negan, but you tried to avoid killing anyone who didn’t deserve it. Your mind was in such a daze that you hadn’t even noticed when you arrived to Alexandria, and didn’t even notice e when everyone exited the truck, except you. You were usually nervous when trips to Alexandria were made, but there was something different about it this time.

There was a rapid snapping of fingers that finally broke your train of thought and you quickly turned you head to the source, Negan was standing there, his eyes rows raised as he gave you a peculiar look, “Darlin’, are you fuckin’ there?”

You blinked and pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to gain composure, and bring yourself down off the edge before nodding at him.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking.” You said, sliding to the edge of the seat.

He gave you an apprehensive look, he could sense the anxiety you held, “Don’t fuckin’ think.” He outstretched his hand to grab your chin, tilting your head up to him, “Take a goddamn breath, and get your head on straight, baby.” He spoke softly, almost a purr as he tried to give you a moment of comfort.

You took in a deep breathe and let it out slowly as his hand still laid on your chin. Negan never really took moments to calm you down, so it was almost odd whenever he did, but once he finally did it was an instant release of any tension that you felt. Even if you never trusted anyone else, you knew that you trusted him and his words. You looked back up at him and gave a nod.

“Alright, I’m good. Let’s go.” You gave a half smirk and jumped down beside him.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He smiled running his hand through your hair to grip it before leaning down quickly to kiss you firmly.

He released you and turned towards the gate as it opened up, revealing the insides of the compound and the people all standing around, waiting to see why Negan was here. You followed behind Negan as he strode toward Rick who was at the front, leading his group, David had climbed out of the back of the truck and found his way to your side.

“What’s going on?” He whispered roughly.

“Be quiet.” You hissed back at him as you stared at the group in front of you, spotting Michonne behind Rick.

“Rick, just the goddamn man I was lookin’ for!” Negan said in a cheerfully, but you knew that this tone of voice was more dangerous than an angered one.

“We don’t have any supplies for you, yet. We’re gonna have to go out further to get stuff. The places around here are getting empty.” Rick said, putting a hand up, trying to reason with Negan quickly.

Negan shook his head and held out Lucille to point it at his face, “No, no, no, fuck no. Believe it or not, I’m not fuckin’ here to take whatever ever shit you’ve gotten for me – I’m sure you know why I’m fuckin’ here, Rick.”

Rick looked around at all of Negan’s men and to you, letting his eyes linger over you a but longer than anyone else. He always seemed intent on letting you know just how disappointed he was with you with his looks. You didn’t back down, you held eyes with him - staring back at him with the same sourness. The constant, silent guilt trips were growing tiresome. Rick finally averted his gaze back to Negan when he saw that you were going do drop yours.

“No, I don’t know why you’re here.” He said, his calm tone growing into a growl.

Negan hummed and held up his hand, snapping his fingers, giving his men the signal to spread out and tear the place apart. They all quickly dispersed and pushed past the Alexandrians at the gate to get by, spreading themselves out between the houses. Rick looked around at all of them with his eyes narrowed, shooting a look back to you and Negan who were the only ones still standing there. You watched as Michonne made her way over to Rick’s side, laying her hand on his shoulder.

“What do you want?” She growled to the both you, her eyes full of hostility.

“How long are you gonna act like you don’t fuckin’ know, babydoll?” Negan chuckled as he leaned back, his arms outstretched, waiting for an answer.

“Know what?” Rick sniffed as he approached Negan a little closer.

Your hand moved instinctively to your gun as he did so, resting on it – waiting.

“Daryl.” Negan said coldly, the smile dropping from his face, you could hear the anger rising in his voice.

“You have Daryl.” Rick said as he let his hands rest on the sides of his belt.

“Thank you for that excellent goddamn observation, Rick. Now, tell me why the fuck would I be here if I still had him?”

Rick shook his head, “He’s not here.”

Negan sucked his teeth, his jaw flaring as he clenched his jaw, “We’ll fuckin’ see about that, won’t we?”

Rick tilted his head, “Why would he come back here?”

Negan prowled over to Rick, his grip tightened on Lucille, closing the space between them. You kept your hand on your gun as you took a step forward, your eyes glued to Rick, with Michonne lingering a few feet behind him.

“Because Rick, a goddamn dog always returns to its fuckin’ home.” Negan growled as he stood over Rick.

Rick looking back up to Negan, unflinching, “You won’t find what you’re looking for.”

Negan leaned his head back momentarily before giving Rick a dangerous grin, “For your sake, you better fuckin’ hope we don’t find him here… Come on, darlin’.” He called back to you without his eyes leaving Rick.

You made your way over to both of them as he pushed past Rick and Michonne, both them staring daggers into you as you walked past. You were definitely walking into a lion’s den, not only were you already viewed as a threat for literally sleeping with their enemy, but you had become the enemy by killing one of their own the last time you were here. As you walked down the street of the town with Negan you could hear the loud crashing of glass and other materials as the Saviors that were inside the houses were literally tearing them apart. You knew that a lot of what they were doing was out of enjoyment in destroying property, and not just for the sole purpose of finding Daryl, and for that you felt the slightest hint of guilt, but of course you weren’t about to say anything.

“Is destroying our homes necessary?” Rick asked as he watched one of Negan’s men throw a small end table out of one of the houses, the wood cracking and splintering onto the pavement.

“I guess it fuckin’ wouldn’t be necessary if you’d follow the fuckin’ rules.. Besides, it’s an easier fuckin’ clean up than if I killed somebody, isn’t it? I mean, would you rather me fuckin’ kill all these nice people here, Rick?” Negan asked in an amused tone, as he drummed his fingers on Lucille’s handle.

“No.” Rick protested quickly, “I don’t want anyone else to die.” He shifted his eyes to you.

You rolled your eyes back at him, breaking away from him and Negan to walk over to a porch on one of the houses.

“They look like they hate you more than they hate Negan.” David whispered low, trying to keep out of Negan’s earshot.

“No shit. This is the group I used to be with.” You said, walking up the steps.

“No shit? Seriously?” He said urgently, turning his head to look over the neighborhood as if he couldn’t believe you were once here.

You nodded and leaned against the railing of the porch, “Yes, really. I’m even more unwelcome since I killed somebody here last time, someone I used to know.”

He shrugged, “Why’d you kill them?”

“She tried to kill Negan.” You said bluntly, looking up at him.

A look of shock came over his face, “Honestly, you don’t look like the type that would kill.”

“Looks are deceiving, aren’t they? What, you thought I was just fuckin’ around when I threatened you, and the others?” You squinted, almost getting angry that he thought you were joking.

“No. It’s like I said, you don’t look violent.”

Your forehead creased, “Well, stick around long enough to annoy me, and you’ll see how violent I can be.”

He smirked, “I’d rather live..” He ran a hand through his hair as he looked over to Negan “So, you’re really serious about him, huh? I mean, if you’ll kill for him.”

“He’s done the same for me. We have a bond, and it might be complicated, and at times it might be downright shitty; but yes, I’m serious about him.”

He smiled and leaned down to rest on the railing, “Sounds like a regular fairy tale.” He said jokingly.

“Shut the hell up.” You laughed, smacking him playfully on the arm, “Why do you care anyway?”

“It’s just the world with the way it is now, stuff like that seems unimportant - y'know 'relationships’ or whatever you wanna call it. There’s enough going on already.” He admitted.

You leaned back up and gave him a seriosuly look, “Or maybe it’s more important now than ever. Nothing would be worse than having to go through this shit alone relationship or not, people still need other people whether we wanna admit it or not.”

“Says the girl who’s husband beats other people’s heads in with a bat.” He said bluntly.

“It’s for your protection as much as it is mine. Rival groups are just that - rivals.” You snapped, as your eyes narrowed at him, you could feel your temper starting to rise up in you.

“But you used to be with this group.” He raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t think I’m aware of that shit, David? I don’t particularly like seeing them like this, but they are my fucking people anymore.” You growled.

He stood up and put a hand up, clearly realizing that he was crossing a line with you, “I’m sorry, I was just trying to talk.”

“Yeah, that’s your problem. Learn when to shut your fucking mouth.. Before it gets you killed.” You gritted your teeth, pushing him back out of your way as you went back down the steps.

The problem with being in charge of David was the fact that even when he got on your last nerve, you still had to be around him. He followed behind you, keeping his distance but still too close for your liking at the moment. Surely, you could have told Negan and that problem would have been solved on the spot, but it would also have meant David would probably get thrown in a cell when you returned to the sanctuary, or worse. You were nowhere near spiteful enough to have that happen to him over such a small incident.. Not yet anyway. You liked David, and his company was usually welcomed, but his questions about Negan had began to grow old. You knew that it struck a nerve so deeply because he had a point, you knew a lot of things that Negan did weren’t so nice, but it was what it was. If people were allowed to get away with things, even seemingly small things, Negan would be viewed as weak, that he could be walked all over, and so would the rest of the sanctuary – even if the people were some you used to be apart of something with. This world was too brutal to not be brutal right back at it.

The search for Daryl continued while everyone stood outside of their houses, listeningredients to their belongings being thrown around without a second thought. You felt a push on your shoulder and turned to the source, Michonne was standing behind you, glaring as she usually did.

“How can you stand around and watch this happen?” She hissed in your face.

You furrowed your eyesbrows at her, “I think we’ve already had this conversation. Tell him where Daryl is at, and we’ll leave.” You lowered your voice, getting closer to her, “What the hell do you expect me to do anyway, Michonne. You really think I have the power to make him stop?”

Her lips stretched into a thin line, “No, but your gun does.”

“The only person I’ll shoot is you, if you keep threatening us.” You growled.

“Michonne!” Rick called out, taking a few steps towards her, knowing that there would be no reason for you two to talk, unless it was an argument “Stop it. Now.”

“You better listen to your fuckin’ leader there, darlin’.” Negan said as he looked over to see what the commotion was about, he had a less than pleased look on his face.

“Fuck that.” She scoffed turning her gaze back to you.

The next few moments were almost in slow motion, you took a step back as you saw her hand reach up, grabbing for your gun. Her hand caught the collar of your shirt as she slung you sideways. You planted a foot firmly on the ground, catching yourself before she could how you to the pavement, you slammed your hand into her chest, giving her a hard push. Michonne stumbled backwards her hand still gripped on your shirt, taking you down with her, it was a struggle between the two of you as you wrestled on the ground. You swung roughly and landed a punch in her face, she let out a pained groan as she tried to claw into your eyes. Your anger had reached its peak and you pushed her down again, her head knocking hard against the pavement as you exerted yourself trying to climb onto of her, wrapping a hand around her throat as your fist came down on her face again and again, her blood running freely over your hand from the busted nose you had given her.

“Stop it!” You heard a man’s voice bellow in the background, it was distorted and you couldn’t hear much of anything, but your best guess was that it was Rick.

You had completely forgotten about everyone else, until you were finally pulled off of Michonne as she lay there in the street. You were kicked and screamed as you were drug away from her, trying to break away to get in another punch.

It took you a few seconds to snap out of the rage you were in, and you looked around; David had his arms around you, holding you back. You watched Rick as he ran over to Michonne, calling her name urgently as he dropped to his knees beside her. She wasn’t dead, but you had busted up her face pretty well.

“Christ, you fuckin’ girls and the constant catfights.” Negan said nonchalantly as he walked over to you.

You looked up at him nervously, afraid he was going to scold you for what had happened. His eyes shifted to David and he jerked his head back, “You can fuckin’ let her go now, asshole.” He said giving him a sour look as his hands were still wrapped around you.

David dropped them quickly, backing away from you at Negan’s order.

“What the fuck was that shit, darlin’?” Negan said in a low, hostile tone.

You wiped the sweat from your brow, allowing yourself a moment for your adrenaline to settle. You looked over at Michonne who seemed like she was finally coming to as Rick lifted her up off the ground, debating whether or not to tell him the real story, or just chalk It up to the fact that you two hated eachother. You chose the latter.

“She’s just pissed at me.” You answered, shaking your head, “She wants me dead. I’m considered a traitor around here, you know.”

Negan glanced back at Rick who was standing there, holding up Michonne. He looked utterly defeated, “Can I take her into the house?”

Negan sucked his teeth, ignoring Rick as he turned back to you, “Fuckin’ kill her, if you must.”

“No.” Rick started to beg, “Please.”

“Rick, there are fuckin’ rules. This is the second goddamn time your lady has fuckin’ attacked mine, and I’ll fuckin’ leave it up to her.” He snapped at Rick.

“No.” You said bluntly, “Not today anyway.” You stood there firmly, looking from Rick back to Negan.

Negan nodded his head slowly and as you glanced back to Rick once more, you could see a look on his face that you hadn’t expected. He looked greatful.

“Please.. I’ll talk to her.” Rick stammered as he adjusted her in his arms, “Please, let me take her inside.”

Negan sighed and turned to him again, swinging Lucille playfully, “Goddamn, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch, Rick. Extremely lucky. And for this fuckin’ act of kindness on both our parts, don’t you think you owe us a little something?” He smirked.

Rick looked down at his feet, not wanting to answer him. You could see his body tensing up from just being asked.

“C'mon, Rick. I gotta fuckin’ hear it.” Negan chuckled as he laid a hand on his belt, “You know there’s no alternate fuckin’ version where this goes any fuckin’ better than it is now. So, fuckin’ say it.” He demanded as his eyes burned into Rick.

Rick nodded slowly, sniffing as he looked back up, you could see the anger in his eyes as he forced out a “Thank you.”

Negan gave a slow clap and pointed at him, “Atta boy! Now see, was that so goddamn hard? And look at that, everyone is still fuckin’ alive.. But you’re still giving me that same goddamn shitty look like I pissed in your cereal or somethin’. Why don’t you fuckin’ try it again, Rick.”

Rick clenched his jaw tightly, his lip trembling as he took in a labored breath, “Thank you.”

Negan clicked his teeth as he set Lucille back on his shoulder, “That’s more fuckin’ like it.”

Negan motioned for Rick to follow him as he walked down the street to his house, you followed behind them with David still at your side.

“Are.. Are you okay?” David asked timidly.

You gave a nod, your anger towards him had diminished, “I’m fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been in a fight.”

“I thought you were gonna kill her.” He breathed.

“It wasn’t for lack of trying, if you hadn’t pulled me off I don’t know if I would have stopped.” You said, shoving your hands into your pockets.

When you reached Rick’s house, Negan’s men were walking out after they were done searching, and throwing things around, heading for the next house. Carl was standing on the porch with Judith in his arms, walking down the steps quickly to greet Rick, his eyes shifting to Negan angrily when he saw him.

“Dad, what happened?” He said in a nervous tone, clutching Judith to his chest.

“Get in the house.” Rick growled, walking past him into the house.

“Kid.” Negan said in an upbeat tone.

“What did you do to her?” Carl narrowed his good eye at negan, nostrils flaring.

Negan leaned his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Still acting like a fuckin’ badass, huh? I didn’t do shit.”

Carl shook his head and turned to go back into the house.

“Hold the fuck up.” Negan called as he reached back, handing Lucille to you. You took her from his hand and propped her onto your shoulder like he always did.

“What?” Carl growled.

“Well, you didn’t think I was just was gonna make a fuckin’ house visit without holding that little fuckin’ ray of sunshine, did you?” Negan held out his arms and motioned to Carl, “Hand her here, kid.”

A look of nervous came over Carl as he held Judith protectively, she was starting to get fussy. You guessed she could sense the tension in the air. Carl walked down the steps slowly as he approached Negan. You could tell he was struggling between wanting to not hand her over, and also not wanting to anger Negan. He sucked in a breathe and transfered her over to Negan’s arms reluctantly.

“There, see.” Negan said sweetly as he held Judith up and bounced her in his arms. She calmed down and even giggled as Negan rocked her back and forth in his arms, “I think she fuckin’ remembers me.” He cooed.

“You could atleast not swear around her.” Carl said, annoyed.

Negan shot a look back at Carl, “Christ kid, she’s not old enough to even talk. She’d probably be better off if her first word was 'fuck’ anyway.” He looked down at Judith, “Isn’t that right?” He cooed again.

Judith giggled again, babbling back at him. A big smile came over Negan face as he kept looking at her, she reached up to try and grab a handful of his beard. You could never help but smile when you watched him hold her, it seemed to be the only time he was ever completely sweet and non-intimidating.

Rick walked out onto the porch, his face went pale as he looked on in horror as he watched Negan holding his daughter. His submissiveness seemed to have worn off at the sight, and he walked heavily down the steps with a dangerous look in his eyes as if he was seconds away from charging at Negan.

“Give her to me.” The twang in his voice getting more prominent now, his hand balled up into fists.

You knew he wouldn’t attack Negan while he had his own child in his hands, but you weren’t willing to risk any of it, and you quickly pulled your gun out, pointing it at him. He slowed to a stop a few feet away from the both of you.

“Look, what your lookin’ for isn’t here. Daryl isn’t here. We do everything you want, give me my daughter.” Rick began to plead, his eyes starting well up with tears as he scowled at Negan.

Negan smiled and patted Judith on the back, “I fuckin’ know he’s not here, Rick. That’s pretty goddamn clear since we’ve searched the place from top to bottom.”

“Then just leave. Leave us alone until you come to collect your shit.” He snarled at Negan.

“That would be the fuckin’ thing you’d like, isn’t it? But there’s a goddamn problem there.” Negan said calmly.

“What problem?” Rick shook his head, throwing his arms out.

“Daryl being fuckin’ gone. Now, I’m not fuckin’ stupid, Rick. Maybe he’s not here at the moment, but he’ll show up sometime, if he hasn’t already, and when that happens, I have no fuckin’ doubt you’ll show up at my goddamn doorstep wanting to fight. If you fuckin’ did, that’s cool. We outnumber you pretty fuckin’ bad.” He sighed and shrugged his shoulder, “But I’d rather not waste my fuckin’ time on it, and to make fuckin’ sure you don’t come to my doorstep with your bullshit, I need to take out a fuckin’ insurance policy.” He gave Rick a wicked smile.

“Please.” Rick started to beg as he watched Negan.

“Too late for that shit. you know how you can fuckin’ fix it, give me Daryl.”

“I told you, I don’t-”

“You don’t fuckin’ know where he’s at.” Negan cut him off, “I tell you what, Rick. You work on fuckin’ finding him then, how about that.” Negan gave an evil smirk, “Until then, this little angel is gonna a have an amazing fuckin’ life at the sanctuary.”

Your eyes widened as you looked over to Negan, in shock at what he was saying. It was something that you hadn’t even expected, your hands began to shake nervously as you held onto the gun.

“Negan..” You breathed fearfully.

He shifted his eyes to you, “Calm the hell down.”

“I’ll kill you. Both of you.” Carl stepped forward, looking at you and Negan.

“You’ve got some fuckin’ balls, kid, I mean it. But I’m not the one with the gun to my goddamn head.” Negan smirked as he turned to walk away.

You moved your gun to Carl, your hand still shaking at you gave him a sympathetic look as you backed away from the both of them, not letting your eyes leave from fear of them charging at you.

“Sorry.” You whispered.

You turned quickly and jogged in the direction Negan was heading to catch up with him.

“You can’t be serious, Negan.” You said in a skiddishly as you walked along side him quickly, looking back to see Rick and Carl following you in a panic.

“I’m very goddamn serious, darlin’. You really fuckin’ think they wouldn’t try to come after us? Doing this ensures we don’t have to deal with their bullshit version of revenge.” He huffed, making his way to the truck.

You adjusted Lucille on your shoulder, almost forgetting you were holding her, “Negan, this is his child. Besides, we have Eugene.”

“Having that mullet wearing motherfucker wouldn’t stop them either, babydoll. Just fuckin’ trust me.” He opened the door to the truck and climbed in, holding Judith close so she didn’t fall. She began to get fussy again as things got tense again.

“You’re not gonna hurt her are you?” You asked nervously.

Negan rolled his eyes as he gave you an angered look, “Fuck, you think I’d do that? Hell no, I wouldn’t fuckin’ hurt her.”

You shook your head and wiped your eyes on your arm as sweat ran down your face. Partly from the heat, and from the amount of stress. David didn’t speak as he walked up to you just as wide eyed, you nudged your head to the side, silently letting him know to get into the back.

Rick and Carl stood feet away, watching as you climbed into the truck next to Negan. You holster your gun once you were inside, and he handed Judith over to you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you rocked her on her knee, hoping to God she didn’t start screaming. Negan leaned out the window, pointing to Rick.

“Remember what I fuckin’ said, Rick. If I find out you know where the fuck Daryl is, I can promise you it won’t play out half as fuckin’ well as it did for your boy when I brought him back here. Well fuckin’ be in touch soon.” He called out as the truck started.

As you drove off, you hung your head out of the window as Alexandria was left behind once again, and watched as you saw Rick dropping to his knees, a man whom was completely broken.

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Only You

Warnings: Language. Negan.  smut. (unprotected)

Request:  Negan has had just the worst day. He’s tired mad and all he wants is a relaxing night with one of his wives. But when he goes to the wives parlor the only one left is a sleepy reader. She’s the only one that waited up for him with his favorite drink. He invites her into his room as a reward and as the sleepy sex is going on he comes to the shocking realization that the reader may be the only one who actually loves him for him.He recounts all of the selfless things that the reader has done since becoming his wife. I would like it to end in sleepy cuddles and with this quote “Those other bitches may be stuck as my wives but you’re my queen baby doll.” - @irenewolfland

A/N: I loved writing this one!!! Thank you for sending in!! 

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*Negan’s PoV*

Today has been the goddamn worst fuckin’ day that I’ve had in a long time, Negan thought to himself as the walked down the corridors of the sanctuary. First the damn trucks wouldn’t start this morning when we were going to pick up our weekly supplies from the communities that were under his control. Then Rick the prick had a stick shoved up is ass. Of course Alexandria was short and Rick was mad at him for that, please. There wasn’t much problems at the hilltop though. Gregory was being the usual ass kisser he was. 

The real problem came on the ride back home. Some one decided to leave their duty of redirect and they had to sit the damn heat for nearly two hours while a hoard made its way across the road. He was livid. He was tired. All he wanted to do was spend the night screwing one of his wives. 

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