Hey dudes, I am Samantha. I’m 22! I write The Walking Dead fanfictions. Requests are closed. All characters involved in sexual activities in my work are of age. Obviously, I own 0% of The Walking Dead.
Here is my 2nd fic for Ash’s Writing Challenge. It’s much shorter than my first, but I liked the concept so I still wanted to give it a little time. @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash
Request: Me
Summary: Read whats in the bold below…
Characters: Negan, OC - Lena (Negan x Lena)
POV: Third POV
Warnings: Smut, Age difference, unprotected sex…
The Doctor Knows Best
“Dr. Negan? I’m ready.” When Negan turned around Lena was laying across the table, her bottom lip in between her teeth and her legs spread open wide for him to see everything. He felt his cock twitch. Clearly this woman couldn’t see what she was doing to him, but she needed to stop otherwise he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“Miss. Brown you may go back to see Dr. Negan.”
Today was the day. After three months of all too frequent visits to the Doctor’s office to see him Lena was ready to do it. Three months before, Lena had scheduled an appointment with her doctor, only to find that Dr. Reynolds was out sick. Instead of leaving she decided to stay and get her physical with another doctor. To Lena’s luck, her replacement was the sexy Dr. Negan. Such a heartthrob, the whole appointment she was a mess. Flustered by his flirtatious smile and rough beard, she swore she would never go back, but she did. Again and again and again and again. Always finding some other stupid issue that needed to be checked out, draining his time, Lena’s time and her money. She was done making up excuses, living completely on your own was not easy, not easy for anyone so she was going to tell how she felt. Or more, show him. Dressed in a black, high-waisted miniskirt and a long-sleeve white crop top Lena was more than ready to stalk into the room and make him hers.
“Miss. Brown?” Lena was pulled out of her daze by the sound of the lady sitting at the front desk of the practice.
“Oh sorry, thank you. I totally spaced out.” Lena giggle and stood up to walk through the back hallway to Negan’s room. Standing in front of it for a minute, Lena smoothed her skirt, reminding herself of her motive. Sexy, think sexy Lena. You are too hot to handle, he could never reject you. The door opened, revealing a smirking man, with graying scruff on his chin and deep brown eyes that pierced Lena’s own green ones, wetting her unclothed pussy. She had left her panties at home for the appointment.
“Why hello there doll. What is it this time? You miss my sexy ass.” Negan said with a smile. Lena giggled seductively and pushed his shoulder playfully, walking in the room to sit on the chair.
“Nope, but I do have a little bit of a problem.” Lena said with a sad smile. Negan raised his eyebrows.
“And what is that, doll?” He asked curiously, closing the door and walking over to Lena who was now leaning against the examining table.
“Well, I,” Lena paused, biting her lip and running a hand through her hair. “I think there’s something wrong ‘down there’. I was touching myself when I looked and my cunt just looked weird. I was wondering if you could check it out.” Negan nodded, completely professionally and began to type on his laptop.
“So what did it look like? Was there a change in size in your clitorous or anywhere else.” He asked rubbing his hand over the scruff on his beard.
“No, it just looked different.” Lena said softly, batting her eyelids.
“Well, are you on your period or do you know if it is coming?” He asked intelligently. Clearly he was oblivious to what Lena was doing. For such a smart man he was being quite airy, could he not see that the woman in front of him was taken by his charm?
“No, I don’t think it’s coming.” Lena whispered, looking off into the distance, almost to capture him with her complexity.
“Well then, you’ve come to the right place because we are going to figure this fucking thing out.” Negan smiled and Lena reciprocated. “Lie on the table please.” Lena stood up and climbed up the steps with his help to lay on the table. Negan gently unhooked her five inch heels and placed them in the corner of the room. He then walked back over to the table. “This might make you uncomfortable, I know, but you’re going to have to lift your skirt up to your waist and take off your shirt. If you would like I could have another doctor do the examen if it bothers you.” Lena was already pulling up her shirt, hungry for him.
“No, no, no, you’er a great doctor. I’d trust with every inch of my body, you have nothing to worry about.” Lena assured, the last part she spoke more mischievously. Negan nodded a sure and Lena got back to taking off her shirt. He was at his laptop, his cheeks flaming red. Unhooking her bra, Lena released her aching titties to bounce on her chest and hiked her skirt up to her waist.
“Dr. Negan? I’m ready.” When Negan turned around Lena was laying across the table, her bottom lip in between her teeth and her legs spread open wide for him to see everything. He felt his cock twitch. Clearly this woman couldn’t see what she was doing to him, but she needed to stop otherwise he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“Alright then, I’m gonna start by feeling your breasts to look for abnormal lumps and tenderness. Is that alright?” Lena could barely hold herself back, she nodded happily, but nonetheless wanted to feel his cock inside her instead. Walking up to the table Negan began to knead her breasts, feeling for anything unusual. Everything checked out completely normal except for how hard her nipples got when he touched them. Did she want me? Negan thought, but then reminded himself, That is a normal physical reaction. Her body doesn’t know I’m her doctor. Negan stopped touching her, afraid of his own thoughts and bit down on his tongue, nearly drawing blood. Lena gave him an innocent look.
“Is everything alright, Dr. Negan?” Negan loved the way she said his name, the way it rolled off his tongue. He was sick, she was his patient, his innocent, sweet patient. He smiled.
“Yes, everything checks out. As you said, there is no tenderness, which means your menstrual cycle is unlikely to be the cause. Could I take a look at your vagina Miss. Brown, perhaps the problem lies there.” Lena nodded.
“Yes, of course, do whatever you need to, or whatever you want to.” Negan was puzzled by what that meant, but decided to put on gloves and settle between her legs anyway. Her bare pussy was sitting right in front of him, begging to be filled with his cock. Negan mentally scolded himself again for thinking in such a way about a patient. When would his cock learn to follow his duties. First examining the skin around her lips he gently caressed her, causing a shiver to ripple through her body. Softly opening them up he could feel his mouth watering, it was dripping wet. Lena was very turned on right now, but he knew he needed to work past that professionally. Investigating her opening he put two fingers inside, feeling around for any abnormalities, he found none. Bamboozled, he ejected his fingers and used them to pull back the hood of her clit. He was looking for this supposed ‘abnormality’ that Lena spoke of, but found none. Suddenly he heard Lena moan, when he was lost in thought he had accidentally rubbed your clit head on. Lena gasped, shocked that she had just blown her cover, but thrilled at the same time. Negan jumped away from her throwing himself into the other corner of the room,
“Miss. Brown, I am terribly sorry, I did not mean to touch you so inappropriately. That was completely unacceptable.” Lena was embarrassed, she just blew everything. But then she remembered ‘who gives a fuck’. Getting up off the table she turned away from Negan, facing the bed and bent over to pull down her skirt. She turned her head as she worked her zipper taunting Negan.
“What’s wrong? Don’t want to fuck my pussy?” Negan stood for a second, confused and shocked that his feelings towards his patient were reciprocated somehow. Before he knew it his body was pulling down his pants and locking the door. Stalking over to her he immediately rammed his cock into her from behind. A scream escaped her mouth, but was masked by a moan as he rammed into her naked core again. Thrust after thrust after thrust she was shaking from the sensation of his cock in her, it was like a flaming margarita. He was hot and lustful and passionate, which kept her on her toes and at the same time he was making her dizzy and sleepy. Gripping the hair on the back of her head, he grunted as his hips met hers. Suddenly she could feel it coming, she was going to climax. Right before she reached her peak she screamed into her hand, trying to be quiet. Negans grunts became louder and his thrusts became faster and he came. His precious seed spilling through her. Lena followed right after, biting down on her lip to keep from scaring everyone in the practice and the town. After a few minutes of panting Negan picked her up and placed her on the examining table. Going over to his computer he started to write stuff down about the examination. A few minutes in Lena walked over, fully clothed and sat in his lap.
“You know it was my intention all along to get you to fuck me.” Negan’s eyes nearly burst out of his head.
“So there is nothing wrong with your cunt? Nothing?”
“Nope.”
‘What about the sprained wrist?”
“Nope”
“Or the nosebleeds.”
“Nope.” Negan was dumbfounded that this girl didn’t just ask him out on a date.
“You know you could have just asked me to, asked for us to go out or something? Right?” Lena gave a sad smile.
“Yeah, that would have been smart.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter though, next ti-” Lena smiled.
“There’s a nextime?” She asked mischievously.
“Well I still haven’t found the problem with your pussy so I think it would be smart to set up another appointment, you know?” Negan responded slyly.
“Well, I think your right. We need a diagnosis, even if that requires extensive research, even if it takes years of studies with your most expensive tools.” Lena said, looking down at his pants.
“Precisely, why don’t we start right now? I mean why not get some extra hours in, right?” Negan said, lifting his shirt over his head.
“Of course, you’re the doctor. And the doctor knows best.”
I know, much too short. I still hoped you liked it tho. Happy week guys, love ya!
So hey guys. Ik, i haven’t really been active on Tumblr in a million years so I want to apologize. I felt that I needed to take a break from Tumblr because it was putting unnecessary pressure on me to get new stuff out everyday. Which is something that is IMPOSSIBLE with my schedule. All in all it was stressing me out and making my anxiety flare up, something I’ve been working for the last two years to get under control. I still LOVE Tumblr, but I don’t know if I will be returning until the summer starts and my schedule relaxes. I love you all I just want you to know that, but I feel that my mental health is important. So, on a happier or smuttier note, here is my fic for Ash’s 2nd Writing Challenge. Please everyone go follow her and read her stuff. She is a really big inspiration to me just because she is an amazing writer and a supercool, openminded and understanding person. If everyone on Tumblr was like her than Tumblr would be better like magically going to school with Harry, Hermione and Ron and being their best friend. And who the frick can top that? Anyway, enjoy. I wish I had put more time into this, but I’m trying not to be a perfectionist so here is my un-perfect fic. Luv ya all! @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash
Request: Me because I wanted to join in on the smutty fun of Ash’s challenge
Summary: Read whats in bold ;)
Characters: Negan, OC - Amara and OC - Anita (Negan x Amara)
POV: Third POV
Warnings: Smut. Negan’s cursing. Age Difference. Unprotected sex.
Dirty Sights Taint Pure Minds
“You want me to make you feel like a woman, baby girl? You want me to touch your body in all the places your father told you to never let anyone? You want daddy to make that succulent cunt squirt all over my sheets over and over and over again? Do you want daddy to show you what fun we can have blind? Tell daddy you want him to fucking destroy that tight little virgin pussy of yours, baby girl.”
Dirty Sights Taint Pure Minds
Amara sat in front of her mirror, barely able to see her reflection, but just well enough to see two murky orbs that seemed to stab at her open wounds even when they were almost healed.
“Amara, don’t look at yourself that way. You are beautiful just the way you are. You are my amazing, strong little sister and you are the most gorgeous girl on the planet.”
Amara turned to her sister with a scowl of entrenched pain, tears streaking her face as she jumped up from the chair she was sitting in and charged Anita.
“Anita, I have been facing this my whole life, the horrible stares and whispers in the corner. I just pushed it all away because I knew someday that someone would choose me, but no one loves me. Simon doesn’t love me, and if he doesn’t who will? I’m going to be blind one day. Who will love me when I can’t see our baby, when I can’t tell the difference between a deer and a bird, when I can’t kill walkers, hell, when I can’t walk? No one, and you know it. So don’t tell me that I’m beautiful.”
Anita grew silent, she was speechless to the words her sister uttered.
“See, even you think so.” Amara growled. This brought Anita back from her trance of shock.
“Amara, listen to me. You are too good for Simon, too good for him and any other guy who walks this earth. Ammie, you are my everything, I get if you want the love of a man, but I love you and I will always be there for you. I know you think that retinitis pigmentosa will be the death of you, but it won’t. If you’re strong enough it can never stop you, so stop beating yourself up for something that will never go away. You are worth it. To me you matter, so please just stop letting that prick get to you.” Anita reached out and grabbed Amara’s hand and Amara yanked it away.
“You think you know,” Amara scoffed. “You think you know don’t you. Well, you know what, I know you kissed Jeff when we were dating in high school. I know you kissed him and he just let you because he thought you were the most beautiful creature on the earth. I could never measure up to my perfect big sister could I? Why would a man want a girl who can’t see when he could have a perfect goddess? Well, I’m not gonna stay to find out.” Amara stormed out of her room, Anita chasing after her, screaming apologies that broke, muffled by sobs. Amara ran to her favorite spot in the Sanctuary, a little closet up near Negan’s quarters. It was the perfect place to hide and the best place to cry. Amara ran to the closet, but when she got to the door a voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Now who is the mother fucking bastard who thinks they have the right to sneak around outside my room?” Negan’s loud voice boomed. Amara trembled and furiously wiping the tears from her face turned around to try and explain herself to the mother of all dicks. At her time in the Sanctuary, Amara had never actually had a real, one-on-one conversation with Negan, but what she did know about him was that he was practically a child of Satan. Amara was terrified, she had witnessed Negan mutilate men with his trusty ole’ girl, Lucile and burn off people’s faces for just looking at him wrong. What would he do to her? She cringed, not able to tilt her head up to Negan’s, she started sobbing again.
“Oh fucking shit, you don’t need to cry, baby girl.” Negan interrupted. Amara continued to sob, uncontrollably, now with fear, much less melancholy. “Kid, you wanna talk?” He asked curiously as he stepped closer to her, making Amara cower farther into the corner of the wall. Seeing her shrivel in fear he chuckled a boisterous laugh echoed off the walls of the Sanctuary. Amara shivered, her body radiating fear as she squeezed her eyes shut in hope that he would magically disappear so she would be left to her own devices. She heard footsteps getting closer and felt her eyes start to tear up again. A hot puff of air fanned her cheek and she abruptly opened her eyes. Negan was nearly pressed up against her, his muscled arm by her head as the other one lay in between her breasts, his finger now pressed gently against her lips. A smug smirk danced on his lips as he whispered a soft ‘shh’ into her ear. Amara held her breath, she knew this would be the last time she ever did so. To her surprise Negan’s smirk broke out into a full smile.
“Fuck, yes. Look at your fucking eyes,” Amara found her eyes watering again, he wasn’t just going to kill her, he was going to torture her with her insecurities, too. “God, are you blind?” She started to hyperventilate. “Hey no, don’t cry again, blind chicks are fucking badass.” For a minute Amara felt her body relax a little,
“Y-y-you th-think s-so?” He stepped away from Amara and leaned back to laugh,
“Of fucking course, fuck, blind girls are so fucking freaky in bed. Not to mention they have fucking cool ass mother fucking magical powers. They can fucking feel anything through the ground like some kind of witch. Those bitches are magical sex witches.” Amara found herself giggling hysterically. She had never heard anyone ever say that being blind was an advantage firstly and secondly, she never thought that such a burly, scary man would say such a thing. It was hilarious. Negan responded to her with another deep chuckle.
“Now that’s what I fucking wanted to hear. That gorgeous fucking laugh.” Amara blushed like a tomato. “Baby girl, I don’t like to hurt girls, especially beautiful women like yourself, I’m not going to kill you. Fuck, the only part of you I want to demolish is your sweet little pussy.” Impossibly, Amara blushed deeper, warming up to the once terrifying man in front of her. Negan laughed at her embarrassment and stepped back into her bubble, pressing his body flush against hers with his hand on the small of her back. “You are so fucking cute. Is there anyone who fucks your little pussy, darling?” Amara started to cry again and shook your head.
“He uhm, umm, didn’t wa-want to be with me.” Negan tilted her chin up so his eyes would meet hers. Seeing the pain in her eyes he grabbed her hand and pulled her into her room. Sitting a confused and deeply saddened Amara, Negan sat down across from her and gave her a demand.
“Talk. Tell me what happened.” Amara shook her head.
“If I tell you than you will kill me.” Negan scoffed.
“And why the fuck would I do that?”
“Because you would hate me for finding fault in one of your top men.”
“Fuck, did one of those shitty ass pussies touch you? I swear to fucking god I will beat the fu-”
“No, no one raped me, okay. That’s not the problem.”
“Then what is?” Amara and Negan shared a look for a second. Negan was genuinely invested in what Amara had to say and actually cared about her wellbeing. Amara had never before felt such warmth from any man. Negan was big and scary, but just from knowing him such a short time she began to view him as a fluffy bear. He was pee your pants scary on the outside, but on the inside, just made of fluff. After thinking it over for a second Amara decided to just tell Negan what happened. It would make her feel better to get off her chest and unless everything that Negan had said outside was a ploy to get her in his room to murder her, she would probably be fine. Hopefully.
“So, once I got here my sister and I were struggling. It was bad until this man approached us and helped us out. He pulled some strings and got us jobs in things that we were good at. He was so kind and sweet, always looking out for us and treating us like family. Before I knew it I was falling head over heels for his stupid pretty smile and stupid pretty face and I kissed him. I thought he felt it too you know. He would walk me everywhere when he had time and he went out of his way for me, but h-he, he, he didn’t want me. H-he to-told m-me th-that he cou-could never lo-love a bli-blind girl. He sa-said I-I-I wa-was di-disgust-ting. By that point Amara was full on wailing as Negan sat with his fists clenched to his side.
“And who the fuck is this motherfucking prick?” Amara shook her head again.
“I can’t tell you.” Negan slammed his fist onto the table.
“You fucking will because I will make you if I have to.” Amara’s eyes shot out of her head and she scrambled for the door. Realizing his mistake, Negan ran after her, pinning her to the door. Amara began to whimper and Negan stroked her head, a soothing action that seemed to almost wash her pain away. “Don’t leave, I won’t hurt you, I promise. You don’t have to tell me who it is if you really don’t want to.” Negans hand moved downwards to her cheek, gently stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. She shivered, pleased by his touch. Unintentionally leaning into his hand she nodded her head and he pulled her over to sit down again. This time, they were sitting on the same side, he sat nearly pressed up against her side, rubbing up and down the small of her back to soothe her. Such an intimate action felt so normal between them. Amara wiped her tears and started up again.
“It’s hard. It’s hard you know. The stares, the whispers, the snickers. It’s hard.” Although barely knowing him Amara felt as if she could trust him with her life, as if he was a kindred spirit she had loved in a past life. “I’ve been going blind for a very long time. Way before I was old enough to start dating, so before this I only ever had one boyfriend. And he cheated on me with my sister. I get why men don’t want to be with me, I’m a cripple and quite frankly my eyes are hideous so I get it, but I guess I just still have hope that there’s a guy who wants to love me for me. But, I’m twenty-five, I’ve never felt like a woman in my life and no guy has ever thought I was sexy so I guess this is all a sign to stop pretending.” Negan scoffed.
“That is not fucking true. Have you seen yourself, fucking goddamn. You get every cock in the room standing up like fucking planks of wood for that pretty little ass of yours. Fucking shit, have you seen your own titties, what are you a ‘D’? And baby, don’t get me started on the way you talk, your lips are so fucking sexy. Just sitting next to you right now is making me hard.” Amara squirmed in herr seat, so turned on she could feel her panties getting wet. Amara was pleased with the hum of his words, though miffed that he would say such a thing to make her feel better.
“You don’t have to say that to make me feel better, okay. It’s better I accept that I’m gonna die an old maid and a virgin than have you tell me that I won’t and actually get my hopes up.” Negan tilted Amara’s head up to his with his free hand and slid the one resting on her back around her front to the inside of her thigh. “Negan, what are you-”
“Just close your eyes.” He smirked at her, beginning to rub slow circles with his fingers. Amara groaned at the new sensation. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, his hands were kneading her thigh like thick, gooey dough. Goosebumps rippled through her body, her core now aware of the unspeakable events that were about to occur in his room. A new feeling stole her attention when another warm, calloused hand slid up her front, under her shirt. His hand was leaving hot trails of excited skin, begging for his touch. Slowly, but surely he cupped his large hand around her full, round breast over the fabric that was her bra. She bit her lip in response, the nub between her legs beginning to ache, causing her to snap her legs together to rub her pussy lips against each other, begging for release. Negan chuckled at her action and his hand, now caught in the dip between the widest part of her thigh and her soft virgin flower. He took the action as a reason to go further, kneading her breast, slipping a finger underneath to graze her tiny pink nipples while continuing to paint on her thigh with his fingers, now closer to her core. This earned him a naughty moan, high-pitched, but rich and desperate. Negan smiled, leaning into her face to leave a soft kiss on her delicate jaw. Trailing kisses to her ear she elicited another raunchy groan and shivered at his motion.
“You want me to make you feel like a woman, baby girl? You want me to touch your body in all the places your daddy told you not to let anyone? You want me to make you feel like a big girl baby? Tell daddy, do you want him to show you what fun we can have without sight? Tell daddy you want him to fucking destroy that little virgin pussy of yours.” Once again Negan evoked a hungry whimper from Amara’s soft pink lips.
“Yes, daddy please. Fuck me.” She gasped. For a virgin, Amara knew a lot about sex. She was always a very good little girl, but in all the time that she spent alone in her room with smut instead of a boyfriend she had become quite the naughty little slut. Negan smiled as he brought his lips back up her jaw to her big, pink lips. Teasing her, he placed soft open mouthed kisses on her lips, forcing a whine up her throat and a chuckle up Negan’s. After having enough she reached out and grabbed the back of his head, bringing their lips together. They moved together in synch, each kiss more passionate and needy than the last until Negan slipped his tongue inside her mouth, bringing her over the edge. Amara removed both of his hands from her body, leaving Negan surprised and confused. In his moment of confusion she straddled him, rubbing her crotch against his rock hard cock that just seemed to get harder. As soon as Negan realized what was happening he got back to his work. He brought his lips to hers once again, licking and sucking and nipping at her bottom lip. Negan groaned, his deep, thick voice pierced the air in a seductive whisper,
“So fucking sweet.” Amara smiled at this and pulled away from him, leaving him dumbfounded yet again until she pulled off her shirt and deposited it elsewhere in the room. “But not as fucking sweet as this.” Amara giggled as Negan gripped her waist. Firmly holding her body even closer to his own, Amara wiggled her hips and Negan groaned in response. Recovering from his moment Negan smiled slyly, deep into her foggy brown eyes, smiling right at her soul. A fire burned in his own eyes. Flames pulsating, wood crackling, warming his aching, body. He kissed her again, trailing his hands up to her bra. Stopping at the thin strip of elastic, he quickly undid her bra, throwing it somewhere in the room, frantically. His hungry eyes washed over the bare sight of her tender, plump tits and he licked his lips, his mouth watering hungrily. Seeing Negan’s reaction, Amara became self conscious and wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to hide her large, bouncy titties. Only, covering them pushed them together, causing them to spill over her arms. An action that still very much please Negan’s thick, hard cock that was creating an even bigger tent in his pants. Negan’s brows furrowed, he was miffed.
“Why the fuck are you covering your sexy little titties? You don’t need to feel embarrassed in front of daddy, do you?” Amara was quiet for a second, thinking about her options. She wanted this man to touch her aching skin and fill the growing need inside her pussy, but showing someone her body was much more embarrassing than she thought. She sighed.
“Negan, I want to, I really want to. Bad, but I just can’t. I feel like you look at me and I remember that I’m just a little blind girl. A blind girl that no one likes.” Negan frowned, but then suddenly jumped up from the couch. Walking back he had a cool black strip of satin cloth in his hand. A blindfold.
“Baby, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you’re fucking gorgeous, but I will keep doing so until you see what I see. For now, just don’t look at all. Just pretend you’re still seventeen,” Negan began to wrap the dark, satin cloth around her head. “You’re sitting in your room, listening to your favorite song, when you start to think about your childhood crush. He’s a stupid fucking pubescent boy, but you still want his tiny little dick. You’re imagining he’s in bed next you, flirting and kissing and you move your hands down your sides, into the waistband of your panties and flick that solid little nub.” Amara smiled. As a child she always touched herself, something that was not talked about in her family. She would lock her bedroom whenever her parents went out and explore the precious flower that was her precious pussy. Negan sat back after finishing tying her blindfold and Amara smiled. Slowly, she removed her arms from her chest, letting her ample tits fall, bouncing up and down. Negan immediately brought his hands up to them, right away kneading and caressing them. Amara’s head fell back, she moaned at the touch of his rough hands against her soft curves. Negan rubbed smooth circles into her chest, kneading her breasts out like dough. His eyes peeled away from her swollen tits and retreated to her lips. He kissed her, her tongue mixing with his as he continued to tenderly stroke her. Negan tore his hands from her breasts, letting them hover above, where he teasingly took her soft buds between his fingers and gently rubbed them back and forth. He tugged at her nipples, massaging the rest of her breast with the rest of his palm. Amara groaned, arching her back to meet his hands, requesting him to please her, to fill the lustful hunger in her core. And he complied. Negan brought her left nipple to his lips, opening his mouth to suck and lick the little bud, a ripple of pleasure spiking through her lower stomach. She rocked her hips into his, encouraging him to gently bite the taut nub, making her grip a handful of his hair. He pulled away from her bud and whispered in her ear.
“Fuck, my cock can’t take what you’re doing to me.” Amara smiled and grabbed her own breasts, groping them tauntingly.
“Then don’t take it, daddy.” Negan jumped up, Amara’s legs wrapped around his waist and her chest pressed flush against his. Negan walked over and dropped her on his bed. As Amara crawled seductively to the middle of the huge bed, Negan swiftly took off his signature white shirt and dropped his jeans to the floor. Amara laid on the mattress, swirling her finger around her hard bud, waiting for Negan as he stalked towards her. Reaching up to meet Negan when he touched her arm, Amara brought her lips back to his as he found his place between her legs, his hands on the top of her jeans. Sliding his fingers in, he tugged them down, signaling for Amara to lift up her hips. After pulling her jeans off and disposing them beside himself on the bed, Negan drew a line of soft kisses up her leg. Each kiss became more and more sloppy, leaving Amara breathless in his wake. Moving up to her pantiies, he brought his hand up to rub her clit through the soaking cloth.
“Fuck, someone is so fucking naughty. Are you horny, babygirl? Horny for my big, thick cock in your tight little pussy?” Amara groaned in response, her body already convulsing from the pleasure. Gripping her hands in Negan’s hair, she thrusted herself against Negan’s hand, her breaths shortening, becoming more and more desperate. Finally Negan pulled her panties down, spreading her legs wide for him to see. There on display was her raw, virgin pussy, dripping gleaming wet liquid down onto his sheets. Her clit, was huge, swollen from the thought of his long, hard cock ramming savagely into her tiny, precious hole. Negan couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed her by her hips and brought her young kitty to his mouth. Amara gasped in response, so new to this feeling, the feeling of his scratchy beard on her thighs, his lips sucking gently on her pussy lips, his tongue lapping softly at her little hole, his teeth grazing her button like a circling vulture, about to catch it’s prey. It was all so new, but most definitely welcome. Negan’s actions became more feverish, bringing a hand from her hip he softly inserted a finger in Amara’s cunt. Continue to ravage her with his mouth he moved upwards, just to focus on her clit as he fingered her. Amara was moaning, her body heaving in pleasure. With every thrust in her kitty she would gasp and every flick of his tongue she would groan. Desperately panting on the bed she pressed herself closer to Negan, pushing his head into her further. Taking things to a whole new level, Negan added a second finger and suddenly bit down softly on her swollen bud. Mewling at him, she tugged on his hair. Grinding on his soft, wet tongue she bit her lip, whining at Negan’s motions. The pleasure building in her stomach was unimaginable, it was almost becoming too much, when it hit her. She was about to orgasm.
“Daddy, I-I-I’m cu-cumming, Da-da-daddy.” At this Negan smirked, releasing an almost inhuman growl, Negan moved from her pussy and rapidly pulled off his underwear. His long, thick cock sprung out anxiously. Amara couldn’t see his swollen cock so Negan grabbed her hand and placed it around his shaft. They both moaned in unison. Amara was anxious and terrified of such a big thing fitting in her skinny little pussy and Negan was just trying to keep himself from primally ramming into her cunt, over and over and over again.
“Daddy, get in me, now.” Amara moaned. Negan didn’t waste a second, immediately positioning himself and slamming his cock into her. Amara screamed, both because of pain and pleasure. Negan stopped for a second and kissed her again, waiting till she was okay with the feeling of him inside her.
“I know it fucking hurts baby girl.” Negan whispered as a tears filled her eyes. “Shh, don’t think about the pain, think about my big, thick cock and how it feels to have my lips on that sweet little cunt of yours.” Amara nodded and they continued kissing. After about a minute Amara whispered into his lips.
“Fuck me.” Negan smiled and immediately began to thrust into her. Pumping in and out she shivered at the feeling of his cock in her core. Negan brought his hand back down to her pussy to flick her nub as she gripped the sheets of his bed. She was a moaning mess, her hair falling every which way as he inflicted a kind of pleasure on her that she had never felt before. Negan leaned over to kiss her neck, biting the flesh there he nipped, sucking until he formed a bright red hickey on her perfectly smooth skin. Thrust after thrust with each flick of his finger on her clit, Amara found herself peaking over the edge. Negan could tell, he saw the way she bit her lip and whined feverishly. He knew he was sending her into a frenzy so pulled out almost all the way and he thrusted in her one last time, stronger and faster than any thrust before. Amara found herself screaming.
“NEGAN! FUUUUUCCKKKK!” She gripped his back, no doubt leaving behind bloody lines from her fingernails. Negan grunted, thrusting into her one last time before sending himself over the edge. Negans seed ripped through her, it spilled all inside her tight pussy hole.
“Babygirl, fuck, your fucking young pussy is so fucking good. Mother fucking slut, my mother fucking slut, yes fuck. Fuck, fuck, fucking shit.” Negan then collapsed on top of her. After about ten minutes of laying in the silence of their panting, Negan reached behind her head and untied her blindfold. Pulling it off she looked him straight in the eyes with the biggest smile she had made since she was a child. She tried to conjure words for the experience.
“That was, that was, I uhhh, you were-” She was interrupted by Negan’s hand between her legs again. “Mhhmmm. Fuck.” Negan chuckled and removed his fingers from her clit.
“Fuck, you aren’t a virgin anymore.” She shook her head, biting her lip to suppress her huge smile.
“Nope.” He gave her a look of mischief.
“So you like my cock.” She looked down at his special friend downstairs and shook her head.
“Nah, It’s a little too small.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Ex-fucking-scuse me?”
“Yeah, you heard me.”
“Well, you seemed to fucking love my cock when you were screaming ‘Daddy’ loud enough for the fucking stupid ass Alexandrians to hear.” Amara scowled and pushed his shoulder. Negan gave her a playful look and she sighed sadly.
“The guy, who didn’t want me was-uhh-he was Simon.” Amara didn’t look up, she was afraid of what Negan might say.
“WHAT? That fucking bastard, did fucking what? I swear to fucking god, I’mma cut his pinkie sized dick off-” Amara interrupted him.
“Negan, stop. Calm down okay. None of this is needed. I don’t care about him anymore, he is no one to me. There is no use in getting angry.” Negan didn’t seem to care.
“Are you fucking kiddi-”
“NEGAN! SHUT UP! You made me feel like a woman, you showed me I can have fun and be wanted by a man even when I’m fully blind. I don’t need you to do anything or even feel anything for me. You don’t need to feel angry at him on my behalf, you’ve given me enough.” Negan calmed down and rubbed his scratchy beard.
“Fine, I’m glad I could fucking help, but I can’t promise that I won’t burn the fucking ass-hat’s face off.”
“Negan! That’s horrible!” Amara gasped and Negan frowned.
“Fine, I won’t touch the fucking pussy-ass bitch if you promise me one thing.” Amara shrugged her shoulders.
“What?”
“You’ll let me fuck that pretty pink little pussy of yours again sometime.” Amara blushed and giggled.
“Fine, but you have to be the blindfolded one.” Negan scoffed.
“No fucking way, baby girl. What I do to your body is way too explicit for you to see. Dirty sights taint pure minds.” Amara giggled.
“Negan, for one, my mind is extremely dirty. And two, I can barely see shapes so I doubt that would be much of a problem. But you know what, thats fine.” Amara bit her lip. “Thank you, seriously. Thank you.” Negan chuckled and kissed her lustfully.
“Anytime, baby girl, anytime.”
Hope you all loved it! Have a super duper happy, fun week! And thank you so much Ash, I am so grateful for this opportunity to write in a collection with so many fun, talented people, including yourself! Don’t ever stop writing or being such a beautiful human being. You are truly unique and with that, you are changing the world.
“Just make me forget.” He kissed you. Immediately his tongue melded with yours, sweetened honey mixing with the soft surface of flan drizzled with sweet syrup.
Request: @anna1012131
Summary: The Reader and Negan’s budding relationship puts her loyalty to her family to the test.
Characters: The Reader, Negan
POV: Second Person
Warnings: smut, but nothing too heavy
Collecting Hearts and Lobster Coats 2
Negan’s trucks pulled away from Alexandria, your eyes closed and you sighed happily. Marijuana. It was like you were high when he was around. His eyes, dark and longing were like special brownies made just for you to devour. He made you forget, he took you to a brilliant world, beyond walkers and death and the monster that was life. Negan found a way to make you smile, even though he was the one who caused you pain. He just made you forget that. As soon as you remembered that your father would be looking for you, you sat up, abruptly. There was a knock at your door and panic swept across your face.
“Ca-c’mon in.” The door opened and there stood a very angry Rick Grimes.
“Y/N Grimes. I am so ashamed of you.” Eyes bulging out of your head you sat in surprise. “I walk up here to ask you to take care of Judith and I find my daughter in bed with Negan.” You stuttered, trying to make an excuse for what you had done. Make an excuse for the way you betrayed him and everyone you loved.
“I-I-Da-da-I”
“How could you fucking do that? How could you fucking do that to your family? What the hell were you thinking?” His words started to burn holes in your brain, causing tears to ripple down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered.
“That’s not good enough. Answer me! Now, right now I want to know why you’re fucking around as his whore.” You gasped. He had never said anything like that to you before.
“I am not a whore!” You spat at him and ran out the door.
“Y/N, y/n. That’s not what I meant.” You turned around and pushed him away.
“No, that is what you meant!” Running down the stairs you grabbed your jacket and a hand grabbed your arm.
“Y/N, I’m sorry.”
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You yanked your arm away from his grasp and ran out the door, straight for the wall. You knew from the house it just looked like you were going to stay with Rosita, as you always did when you were upset, but you were leaving for good. You were going to take Negan up on his offer. Sure you were going to miss everyone, but you couldn’t live with a man who called his own daughter a whore. Using your usual strategy, you climbed the wall, not caring if anyone saw you or knew what happened with your dad. As soon as you hurdled the wall you ran as fast as you could, only stopping to kill a walker or two before you knew you were close to the Sanctuary. After Carl got into the Sanctuary he was able to give you all a detailed summary of the directions.
Soon the sun was falling and you could taste your own sweat trickling into the corners of your mouth. Smoke danced high above the ferocious walkers, clawing for the salty dirt covered skin on your aching, tired bones.
“Who’s there?” You froze and put your arms in the air.
“I’m here to see Negan.” The man who spotted you smirked, his long walrus mustache peaking on the right side of his face.
“Alzando, go tell Negan we have him a very special visitor.”
Simon escorted you to Negan’s room and left you alone at his door with nothing to say, no good reason why you were at his door and not Rosita’s. You heard yourself knock gently on his door anyway. As soon as it opened you were greeted by a very cocky Negan.
“Kitty, I knew you couldn’t pass up my offer.” Before you could think you broke down, sobbing.
“I-my-my dad-” Your words came out hysterical and he brought you to his chest, pulling you into his room.
“Alright kitty, calm down. What happened?” You vigorously wiped your tears from your eyes.
“I-I-I-da-Ne-ne-negan-” Negan tightened his hold on you, picking you up off the floor and putting you on the bed. The whole way he was muttering curse words, saying that he’d kill the person who made you sad. He kneeled down in front of you, grabbing your hands and stroking your palms with his thumbs.
“Kitty, I can’t understand you. I need you to stop fucking hyperventilating and tell me who did this to you. I need to know so Lucille can bash the fucking life out of the motherfucking pussy.” You tried to slow your breathing, but failed.
“Ne-ne-ne-negan-p-ple-please-j-jus-just-h-ho-hold-m-me.” He was furious.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not, I need to know what dumbfuck bastard did this to you. Now, I fucking need you to fucking tell me.” You continued to sob, angrily pushing his hands away from yours, moving towards the door. “Kitty, please don’t. I’ll lay with you, okay. I’ll hold you just come here. Before you could yell at him he picked you up and put you back on the bed. That was it, everything melted away under his touch. He mended the wound in your heart and invited you into a deep haze, a fog of gentle peace. After a few minutes of him spooning you into his chest you finally regained your spirits and your breath.
“He called me a whore.”
“What?” You shifted to face him.
“My dad, he called me a whore.” Negan grunted angrily.
“That motherfu-”
“No. Just kiss me. I don’t want to think about him or anything, please.” His features softened as he processed the desperate look on your face.
“But, kit-” You put a finger over his lips.
“Just make me forget.” He kissed you. Immediately his tongue melded with yours, sweetened honey mixing with the soft surface of flan drizzled with sweet syrup. His hands slipped down your back, then moving back up your shirt caressed your stomach with blazing fingertips. His kisses, hungry became rough and desperate, both of you clawing to each other for more naked skin. Drawing his hands upwards he grabbed your breasts, grasping them with all of his hands. While he was preoccupied with your chest you took the chance to find his neck, trailing sloppy kisses to his collar where you suckled his skin in delight. He groaned, resting his chin on your head, burying his nose into your hair.
“Fuck, don’t do that.” He growled. You giggle in response, your warm breath now fanning over his ear.
“Then fuck me.” Negan moved at the speed of light, picking you up by your waist and throwing you down on the bed underneath him. You grabbed the hem of your blouse, but before you could life it over your head it was torn off you, the buttons flying everywhere. “Negan! This is my favor-” He cut you off by painting a tender stripe up your stomach.
“You said, “fuck”, kitty.” You squirmed, your panties becoming even more soaked then they were. Negan moved down, in between your legs and pulled your pants down. Yanking them off your feet you sat up and unhooked your bra, letting it pool on your bare legs. Negan looked up to see your boobs and smiled. “Now, this is what I fucking live for.” He cupped them in his hand, wasting no time to marvel them with just his eyes. You laid back as he began to knead your breasts, his tongue all too slowly making their way to your nipples to lick the sweet little buds. You moaned, your eyes rolled back in your head and your arched chest pushing his lapping lips against your raw skin. One hand gripped the bed as the other was buried deep inside his ruffled hair, forcing his face into your body. You already felt yourself becoming a sweaty mess, but didn’t care.
“Just fuck me already.” He responded by forcing his body to the other side of the bed, away from you. You whined at the loss of touch.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He was stalking you with black eyes of lust and a electric smirk. He was magnetic, you would do anything he said just to feel him on your body.
“Touch me.” He chuckled, crawling over to you.
“Excuse me, but I don’t think I understand you, kitty. Might want to speak a little louder, use my name. I don’t hear little girls unless they dress me right.” You groaned, feeling a wave of lust ripple through your lower stomach.
“I want you to fuck me daddy.” He crawled over top of you and sat between your legs. He took off his shirt for a brief second before going back to torturing you.
“What was that?”
“Fuck me daddy?” He unbuckled his pants and started to peel them off.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I want you to fuck me Daddy!” He chuckled and placed his hands on your waist.
“Now that, kitty is what I fucking wanted to hear.” You giggle and he yanked your panties off your body. He threw them some where in the room and crashed his lips against yours again. You felt his boner against your stomach, burning a hole of desire in your flesh.
“Take them off already.” You complained, tugging his briefs down. He chuckled and took them off, releasing the beast. You blushed, remembering the first time he fucked you.You were terrified at his size. You had no idea how he was supposed to fit in you, and he didn’t. The next day you had to tell everyone you pulled a muscle when you could barely walk. It was worth it though, it got easier every time and he brought out a side of you that you didn’t know existed. Negan gripped your waist and growled in your ear.
“Turn around.” You giggled, resting on your hands and knees, shaking your ass in his face. He grabbed your face under your jaw with one hand and oh, so gently dragging his big, long cock up your slit. The teasing stopped, just as he wanted it to, but now you were the one feeling edged. You moaned, pressing your hips back into him, trying to get him inside you, but he refused.
“Daddy, just get inside me. What are you doing?” He grabbed your waist again and held your hips still. Licking a stripe up your sweet bud you gasped.
“Only good girls get daddy’s cock.” You whined, bucking your hips against him as his hot breath fanned your twitching clit. He chuckled.
“Daddy, please, I need you.” You squeezed your butt-cheeks together, providing a very little bit of stimulation. Suddenly you felt the sting. Negan slapped your cheek.
“Uh, uh, uh, bad girl. Only daddy can touch your pussy, kitty. Only daddy is allowed to pleasure you.” You smirked. This was your ticket in, tease him and he’d pound you like a hammer. You looked over your shoulder with a smile and laid back on your back once again. Negan looked confused as you put your fingers in your mouth and rapidly thrusted them into your core. Already soaking wet, your entrance was easy and you could already feel yourself getting off. You looked back up to Negan’s face to see him in some kind of mesmerized fury. It was like he wanted to watch you get off, but he wanted to do it himself. You took the chance to slid your hand out of your core and over the precious little button that made all your dreams come true. You moaned, already shaking at the touch. You usually didn’t get off this easy, but while he was watching you your body was aflame. Your breathing was getting shorter, more urgent and hyperactive as you rubbed quick little circles over your favorite part of your body.
“NO.” Negan’s voice took you out of your trance when he slammed himself into you, blessing your pussy with his huge cock. He leaned down, kissing you feverishly as he slammed into your tight little hole over and over again, wildly. His primal urges became too much for you as he left hickies painted on your skin like freckles on a little red-head girls cheeks. You whined and screamed, gripping the bedsheets as his moans set you off.
“Negan, uh, uh, uh, Negan.” His hips, slapping against yours were loud, but not as loud as the sound of his cock spanking your dripping core, making your wetness splash everywhere. Soon his thrusts were getting sloppier, his body was getting weak against your own. He buried his head in your shoulder and groaned against your sweaty skin. A fluttery feeling passed in your stomach and you knew that it was coming. Negan knew you were close too, speeding up his thrusts to send you over the edge. He licked down to your nipples, biting at the sensitive flesh. The sensation was like licking chocolate cake off of your fingers, but never getting to actually eat the cake. And you really wanted that cake. You grabbed his chin and pulled him back up to your lips, kissing him feverishly. In one last swoop Negan drew his free hand from behind your head and rubbed you clit. The nerves were sent over the edge and you felt yourself clench around his form. “OH, NEGAN! UHH, UGH, UHH, OOOOO!” Soon he followed, unwinding in your core. He road out his high, a string of incoherent curse words erupting from his lips.
“Fuck, Y/N. Sexy ass little pussy, cunt so fucking tight. Mother fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fucking, fuckity fuck.” He collapsed against you and you laid there, panting, gasping for breath. When you finally caught your breath you smirked at him and grabbed his ass.
Is Anyone Else Sobbing Horribly Right Now?!!! Sasha, she's gone. She's gone. She's gone. It hurts, I can't do this. Either she died or their carrying out Hollys death. I cant do this, nooo. I cant, I can't, this is not fair. Ben was sad, but Sasha has been there since the Prison. She's lost everything and she deserves to live. Why??!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Honestly, as a competitive dancer this all applies 😂😂 This stuff is the reason I don’t post #techweek Also why I get really bad pimples after wearing stage makeup everyday for a week
That first day he came to take your stuff he didn’t only collect your supplies, he collected your heart, and maybe your loyalty.
Hey guys! This was a really cool prompt so I decided to make it extra long and split it into a few parts. This will be a mix between two requests I got so bear in mind that the wild stuff will happen later. I just really wanted to post something and I already finished so much of this. Please COMMENT and like.
Request: @anna1012131 and anon (Just a note for you guys, this is just the intro. The next post will be the requests.) 1. Reader and Negan are together, but when Rick finds out she runs away to the Sanctuary 2. Negan saves Ricks life after he almost stops breathing. 😊)
Summary: The Reader and Negan’s budding relationship puts her loyalty to her family to the test.
Characters: The Reader, Negan
POV: Second Person
Warnings: smut talk, but nothing too heavy
Collecting Hearts and Lobster Coats
It was thursday and Negan had come to collect in Alexandria. It had been a month since you first kissed him in the hiding of your bedroom. Thirty days since he rattled your bed frame and dented your wall. Thirty days since he made you feel like a woman for the first time in your life. A month since he had won you over with his sexy charisma and hot body. Today you were waiting for him in your room, your conventional, but sexy rendevous.
“Hello, kitty.” Immediately you smiled and whipped around to see him.
“Negan, daddy.” Negan chuckled and placed Lucille in the corner.
“Fuck, I love it when you say that, baby.” He sauntered over to you with a giant smirk and you laid back on your pillow.
“I love it when you’re inside me.” Negan groaned and got completely on top of you. Holding himself with his hands, placed by your head he began to kiss you passionately. Each wet kiss surrounded your senses in utter ecstasy.
“Negan?” He stopped kissing you and gave you a questioning look.
“What, kitty?”
“When did you lose your virginity?” He sat back on his heels and almost choked on his own spit.
“Excuse me, kitty? What did you just say?” You sat up and ran your fingers through your hair.
“I’m not having sex with you until you tell me.” He shook his head in disbelief.
“Baby, only you could make me, like this. I want you so bad right now, you’re so mean, kitty.” You giggled and he got back on top of you.
“So,” He kissed you on your forehead. “I was in the ninth grade,” He kissed your cheek. “And I landed a date with the hottest girl in school, Julia Michaels.” You wrinkled your nose in disgust.
“Please, I don’t need to hear about her immature fourteen year old body.” He chuckled.
“Oh, she was seventeen. Man were her boobs big.” You cringed.
“Hard to believe you landed an older woman.” He put his hand over his heart.
“I am offended you think so little of my cock. Although, I am certain I can change your mind.” You giggled and slapped his shoulder. “So, we went out for a couples of milkshakes and by the time we get back to my house we find my parents aren’t home.”
“Oooo, scandalous.” He scoffed in fake annoyance.
“Who is telling the story, here?” He asked with a smirk.
“Fine.” You huffed.
“Alright then. My parents aren’t home so we go up to my room and before I know it she pins me down on my bed. We start making out and she starts grinding on me. Of course, it was my first time, but she didn’t know. Fuck, no one would know. I came out of the womb with a seven inch cock so all I had to do was thrust into her and I had her cumming all over the plac-” You put a hand over her mouth.
“Okay, I don’t need to hear all the disgusting, nitty-gritty details.” He chuckled.
“You asked for it, kitty.”
“Not all that!” You exclaimed. He kissed your nose.
“You are so fucking cute, kitty.”
“I know.” You both started laughing and you reached up to ruffle his hair. Negan stopped laughing and looked into your eyes. You blushed, his beautiful brown eyes like two irresistibly warm chocolate chip cookies.
“I gotta go, kitty.” You frowned.
“No, please. I wish you could stay.” You groaned.
“Kitty, you know I have to.” You sighed.
“I know.”
“But, you can come back with me if you become my wife. How about that? I can eat that perfect little ***** anytime of day.” He offered with a smile. You sat up and cupped his head in your hand.
“Negan, I-I-I can’t. I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?” He asked slightly annoyed.
“I-I-I, m-m-my dad. My brother, my sister. These people are my family. I’m already betraying them just being with you.” You frowned to yourself, ashamed of how you neglected your family.
“Fine, kitty, but you’re always welcome in my bed.” You sighed and shook off the guilt you were feeling. Negan made you forget, like some kind of twisted drug. He made you happy so why should you rid yourself of one of the few things that made you happy in this messed up world. You smiled and kissed him.
“Go, you gotta go.” He chuckled and kissed you again.
Tell me what you think, guys. Comment and like. I love you all. Have a great week!
Yasss, I'm sorry I've been so innactive. I literally had no time to do anything but dance eat, go to school and sleep. I'm so behind on my homework 😣 Well, for anyone that has requested recenrly, I actually have the requests finished in my drafts, I just need to do one last edit and post. They will be here 😊
Hello! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where,If it wouldnt be to much trouble to do one, where the reader and negan are together and the reader is rick's daughter, but rick finds out and doesn't approve so he tries to keep them apart, thus making the reader run away to Negan's base with him.
Yess! Totally! I really like this request so I'm excited! I love Negan stuff! 😚
Summary: The Reader finds out that it’s Carl’s birthday so she plans a smutty night, but ends up throwing up all over him.
Characters: The Reader and Carl
POV: Second Person
Warnings: Smutty Stuff/Disgusting Stuff (It probably won’t bother you guys tho, vomit is not as bad as Glenn’s death. That was disgusting.)
Let’s Just Be Sick
It was Carl’s 17th birthday. You had been counting for months, trying to figure out which day it was and you were about 85% sure it was today. Carl had no idea it was his birthday, but you were very ready. He was out on a run and wouldn’t be back until late into the evening so you got ready for his return. A few months back Maggie had found a lingerie store untouched by the walkers and seemingly not scavenged. You decided to pick out a few outfits to surprise Carl and his birthday was the perfect occasion. After you got into the matching lingerie set you put on one of Carl’s flannels and looked in the mirror. You were so excited that your stomach was churning with nervous giddy. You looked fabulous, his jaw was going to drop when he saw you.
“I’m so tired.” Carl was home. You practically leapt onto the bed nervously placing your hair over your shoulder. Your stomach gurgled again and you shrugged it off, almost squealing in delight. The door squeaked open,
“Y/N, I am so-woah!” His eyes grew to the size of watermelons and you smirked at him.
“Hey, baby.” You whispered seductively. You slowly slithered off the bed, making sure to reveal as much skin as possible. As you walked towards him his face turned red and you ran your fingers through your hair. “What’s wrong?” You asked mischievously, biting your lip and tilting your head to expose more of your neck to his naked eye. Running your hands up his arms, you stopped them at his neck, cupping it. You looked up into his eyes; black with lust, for a moment before placing achingly slow kisses on his neck. Each moved up farther to his ear, where you softly nibbled before whispering in his ear, “Don’t you wanna play with your birthday present?”
Carl backed up, his eyebrow raised and his hands held out in shock.
“What are you talking about?” You smiled and used your nimble fingers to take his hat from his head and you placed it on yours.
“It’s your birthday, silly.” You whispered gently gripping the front of his shirt, drawing your foot up and down the inside of his leg.
“What? It’s not my birthday? We don’t even know the date.” You giggled at him.
“Oh, but I do. I know a lot of things.” You rose your right leg higher, grinding it into his crotch.
“Mmm.” He moaned and you started kissing the bottom of his chin. Suddenly you felt your stomach grumble again. It almost felt like you were going to vomit, but sometimes you felt like that when you were excited so you brushed it off. “God am I so fucking happy you figured out it was my birthday.” You smiled and he brought your body flush against his, capturing your lips in a wet, messy kiss. That’s when you felt it again, but this time stronger. You carried on, wrapping your leg around his waist when you felt something come up in your throat. You broke the kiss, uncomfortably.
“Carl-” Your sentence was stopped by your turkey and pasta dinner, blowing out of your mouth in vile chunks, all over Carl. You groaned, trying to regain your composure, “Carl, I am so so-” Again. All over him and this time, dripping all down yourself. He walked behind you and held you, rubbing your back.
“Just get it out, get it out, baby.” Tears formed in your eyes. You ruined your whole night and you ruined Carl’s birthday. It was the only day of the year about him and you pretty much desecrated it. You looked up at Carl, ashamed, but before you could say anything he picked you up and walked you into the bathroom. As soon as you got in there he placed you on the toilet and turned on the bath.
“Carl, I- I’m so sorry. I-I-I can d-do it. Just let me, i-it’s yo-your birthday.” He didn’t say anything, he just turned around and started taking off your clothes. He didn’t say anything, you just did what he wanted, afraid he was angry at you for ruining his special day. After he disrobed you completely, he put you in the bath and sat on the outside.
He grabbed the washcloth on the side of the bath and dunked it in the water. Gently massaging your back with the cloth he kneaded circles into your back and down your arms. Moving downward he began to rub the small of your back and the round of your ass. Then sweeping his strokes up and down your long legs. When he go to your feet he scrubbed each toe and then dragged the towel back up to your core. Although your night started out sexual, he painted your core with compassionate brush strokes of tender love. Dressing your smooth curves with his sweet caresses he moved upwards. Reaching your breasts he took one at a time, rolfing and kneading each, careful to show each as much love as the other.
Placing the towel back on the side of the bath he poured shampoo into his hand and delicately scrubbed your scalp. Dragging his fingers through your long, beautiful hair, he handled it like the finest Chinese silk. After washing all the soap out, he walked out of the room. Within minutes he was back, a towel and a bowl of slightly warm soup in hand. He turned off the water and wrapped you in the towel, after patting down your body so you wouldn’t be cold. Picking you up, he took you back into your bedroom and into your bed. Carl quickly brought you the soup and a shirt of his that you put on. After setting you up he went back to cleaning and you watched. In a few minutes you finally said something.
“Carl, just stop. You had a terribly hard day of work and you come home to cleaning up after me. He stopped walking towards your vomit stain to clean up the mess.
“Baby, don’t feel bad, you can’t help being sick.” You started to cry again.
“I completely ruined your birthday. You’ve been working non-stop, I should be the one cleaning up after you. You didn’t even put on clean clothes, you still have my vomit all over them.” He walked back over to you and put his hand on your thigh.
“No, baby, it’s just my birthday.” You started hyperventilating, but you pushed yourself off the bed and walked over to the stain to clean it up. Before you could pick it up you lost your balance and Carl caught you.
“Get off of me, I can do it myself.” He scoffed and gave you a look of exasperation.
“Y/N, you’re so dizzy you can’t walk. You can’t clean up, okay. I know you’re upset that it’s my birthday, but you physically can’t.” You hit his chest so he picked you up and placed you back in the bed. This time you didn’t fight him, you just laid there. He went back to cleaning up your chunks of vomit and you continued to cry. After a few good minutes of silence you poked a hole through the wall dividing you and whispered to him.
“Carl, I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. You mean more to me than my life, you’re my family. I-I just want you to be happy. I just wanted this night to be amazing, for once I wanted you to be at peace. I wanted you to lean on me so that your pain could become ours and that we could make it into happiness. I hate everyday, watching you work your ass off, struggling, with the world, with everything that’s happened over the years, over your eye, over who we’ve become. I just wanted to take that pain away, make you forget with a special birthday surprise, but instead of doing that I just gave you the worst present in the history of birthday gifts.” Carl turned around to you, his face contorted in a melancholy expression and his eyes filled with love.
“Baby, I don’t care that it’s my birthday. You are my love and you are worth everything I have, everything I am. I didn’t even know about my birthday until I got home and you told me, but to be honest, I don’t really care. Not because I don’t care about you and not because I don’t care about that very, very, very sexy outfit you were wearing, but because you are all I need. Whether it’s my birthday or not, you are all I need, all I want. You wanted to make today special, but you make everyday special. Your smile you can make any day amazing. You, are what I look forward to everyday. You are what keeps me going, not some silly birthday. I just want to love you, give you everything you deserve for making me so happy. If that means cleaning up your vomit and washing your hair, then I will do it. A million times over again I will do it, for you.” You were crying again, but this time for a different reason. Your heart was on fire and you were entranced by the beauty of his loving eyes. As soon as he realized you were crying he ran over to the bed.
“Baby don’t cry.” You started giggling at his reaction.
“Carl, I’m not sad anymore.” His face relaxed.
“Oh.” He sighed, relieved.
“I love you, silly.” He rolled his eyes, faking annoyance.
“I love you, too, you butt face.” You jaw dropped in fake shock.
“You are so mean.” You teased and he chuckled.
“Yeah, but at least I don’t throw up all over my boyfriend as a birthday gift.” You shrugged.
“Well, you always say how much you like being inside me so I decided to bring my insides out to you.” He scrunched up in his nose in disgust and you laughed at him.
“Just come here.” It was your turn to be grossed out.
“No, you have vomit all over you.” He put his hands in the air.
“Fine, I’ll go get cleaned up.” You smiled.
“Good.” He frowned.
“But only, because I’d really like to see you in those panties when you get better.” You bit your lip and he groaned.
“Baby, please don’t do that, even when you’re sick I can’t take it.” You sat up and kissed him passionately.
“Let’s have a do-over birthday.” You said with a smile. His grin was larger than any you’d ever seen before.
“Yes, please. I want to get out of those red panties and not because you vomited all over yourself.” You giggled.
“Ye-Carl!” Once again you threw up all over yourself and Carl. After you finished he picked you up and took you back into the bathroom.
“C’mon, let’s get you back in.” You frowned.
“No.”
“What?” You turned your head to look him in the eye.
“Get in with me. I may have ruined your birthday, but we can still have a nice night. If you know what I mean.” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively and he chuckled.
“Don’t mind if I do.” He said, teasingly pulling up the shirt you were wearing to take a peek under. You giggled at him and slapped his hand away.
“Nah-ah-ah.” He frowned.
“You are such a tease.” You rolled your eyes and suddenly his eyes bulged out of his head.
“What’s wrong, Carl?” Carl sprinted to the toilet and spilled his guts into the bowl. You ran after him, holding back his hair for him.
“Baby, it’s okay. Get it out.” When he finished he slumped against the wall and you stroked his hair.
“Now you got me sick.” He grumbled. You frowned.
“Yeah, but now we can be together. And Carl Grimes, you are all I want for my birthday.” He raised his eyebrows.
“But it isn’t your birthday.” You hit his shoulder.
“Carl, I was trying to be cute.” He smiled.
“But you already are, especially when you’re naked.” You shrugged your shoulders and stood up, grabbing the bottom of your shirt.
“Well, it is your birthda-” You threw up a third time, this time in the toilet. “Yeah, maybe we should save that stuff for your do-over birthday.” He chuckled.
