Zen! I’ll write for Negan/Jdm or other twd characters! Note that i’m not used to writing so my writing style might be weird, or not that good! Posts when is motivated! 🖋️
Most of your time here has been spent with you figuring out what you can do to help. You tried farmer, that was a no-go. Blacksmithing, not a chance. Supply runs, you weren’t even allowed to go.. until eventually you made terms with just being a member of the community.
You’re newer to Alexandria, only arriving a few months after a war. A war you’d not know about if it weren’t for the constant stories about it.. The man Negan, his name was always a hushed whisper. A silent voice that carried around the community. Sometimes you’d get more insight, little details of the war that people talked to loudly about, and the sight of Dwight and how you overheard that Negan was the reason that his has the scar.
You were always the type of person to make your own opinions about everything. Food, People, games, books, etc. In this case, you wanted to meet Negan yourself to finally get around why he was so hated. What he did that caused the war.
So, eventually you talked to Rick about maybe letting you be the one in charge of him, food, bathing, haircuts.. At first he said he’d think about it. You knew he talked to Gabriel first, and Gabriel seemed almost happy to know someone else wanted to do it. Which only brought more and more questions about Negan..
First day going down there felt scary, it was a dark basement looking door, that entered up to a pretty dark room inside. Why you decided to do this, you’re not entirely sure. You could have probably asked around about him, but you hear what they say, it’s all aggressive stuff. You wanted to see for yourself about it.
Plate in hand for Negan, you stepped inside. Glancing around until your eyes adjusted to the darkened room, noticing who you presume in Negan. Sitting alone in this cell. “Hi.” You spoke up, unsure of what else would need to be said here.
Sliding the tray under the door towards him, he spoke up. “You’re not Gabe.” His expression turned into an amused one. A smile as he picked up the tray. This was seriously the man everyone feared?
“No, I’m y/n, i’ll be your new… caregiver?” You weren’t sure what you’d technically be considered for this job.
“Well.. y/n… I’m Negan.” He smirks, his hands shaking picked up the utensils to eat. You can tell he is cocky, just the way he spoke and how he kinda held himself up. Even with thinking that, how can this one man be so feared. He looks older than Rick, he’s on the skinner side. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense.
You stood there for a minute, just watching him eat. This is a job you’d have to do for some time before you’d probably get a truthful answer for your question.
So that’s what you did, for a few weeks you went down to give him his meals. Talked more and more everyday.. but your question couldn’t be answered. How he was so feared… until he began to discuss what he did during his time as a leader. Most of it seemed.. well normal. For the apocalypse anyways. Some methods were inhumane, like the iron, or bashing heads in.. but you’ve seen and heard of much worse leaders, doing much worse things.
He killed two people, that’s what you learned. There’s names.. Glenn and Abraham. That’s how most of them hated him… But Rick was the one to attack first. It seemed almost fair, until Negan spoke about how he killed them. It made sense, if you’d have been there, you don’t know what you’d feel, think, or do.
This day was the same as everyday. Visit Negan with food, chat a little and then wait until tomorrow. You step down the stairs and open the door, the familiar voice spoke up. “Y/n! I’m hungry!.” You could tell he had a big smile on his face. Without even seeing him.
You step in front of the cell and slid the meal under the bars. “I got your food, don’t worry.” You stepped back as you watched him eat.. but one question, that Negan never answered, was on your mind. “who were you before the war?”
That caught Negan off guard. He stopped eating and he looked up at you. “A horrible person.” His reply caught you off guard. He seemed so cocky about everything he’s done. Like he’s proud of it all.. but his reply says so much that words don’t. “Listen. There’s a reason people fear me, y/n. I did… a lot of things i’d take back. Hell maybe i’d kill every single one of the people up there. Maybe i’d just kill Rick. Maybe i’d not even become the leader of the saviors.. but i did what i did and im living the consequences.”
You just stood there… what weee you supposed to do? Staring at the man whose Ego is bigger than mount Everest, sitting looking like he’s never had a confident day in his life. The man who flirts in hopes for extra food, the man who everyone fears, the man you’ve grown to like.. sitting there, spilling his regrets. “Everyone does stuff they’re not proud of.” Your words hardly above a whisper.
He smiles again, but it seemed more genuine than all the other grins he’s done.
He’s what everyone says he was, but no one talks about how he is now. Maybe you’ll finally be his comfort in this dark cell.
A/N: OMG. FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SMUT AND I WAS SO SCARED. 😰
Negan has a stressful job and comes home often exhausted. He’s hardly ever in the mood to do much after work anymore so when he came home today and seemed even more stressed than usual, you decide to help.
“Hey baby, stressful day?” You spoke as he hung up his coat at the door. He kicks off his boots with a nod and a sigh. Taking a slow walk over to you he leans down to gently kiss you.
Negan held your hand as he pulled away. “Did you want to do something today?” You could feel his thumb rub over the back of your hand. With the way he said it, he wasn’t in the mood to do much.
Your hand went to his cheek. “No, but i have an idea you might like?” This peaked his interest and he leaned down to kiss you again. His hands went to your hips through the kiss, even when clearly tired.
This kiss was slow paced, his hands gently rubbed over the skin on your hips. He pulls away and nods. “Yeah, what’s the idea, Darlin’?” Negans voice was soft as he spoke. He rested his forehead against yours.
You closed your eyes as did he, a peaceful intimate pose between the two of you. “Wanna take a shower with me?” You offered with a small smile. Negan hummed a pleased tone. You lead him through the house with his hands in yours. Walking into the bathroom with him, closing the door with a small click noise from the lock.
You walk over and turn the water on, letting it warm up, as you walk back over to him. You slowly began to take off his shirt, this night was all about him. Negan put no fuss up and allowed you to strip him of his shirt. “What are you doing?” He huffed a laugh. Putting your hand through his chest hair had him closing his eyes.
“I’m helping you relax.” You smiled as you spoke, moving your hands down to undo his belt and take it out of the loops. “You’re stressed, and i’m looking to help.” You pamper his chest with kisses as he smiled. unbuttoning his jeans and letting them fall to his ankles. Rubbing your hands over his abdomen as you kissed his chest once more and then looked up at him. The sound of the pitter patter of the water was one of the only noises heard. Your eyes trained on his face, his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open, you have him looking peaceful after his stressful day already. Sticking your fingers under the hem of his boxers to pull them down his legs too, he steps out of them and his eyes opened.
“Want me to help you undress?” Negans voice was soft as his hands go to hold yours again. With one simple nod had Negan letting go of your hands, and grabbing your shirt to take it off your body. His hands trailed over your bare chest, he leaned down to capture yours lips again. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as his hands grab your pants and boxers pulling them from your body as far down as he can get them while kissing you, until he had to pull away to get your clothes fully off of you. He took your hand in his as you both walked to the shower, checking the water to find it’s at a good temperature. You step in first and stand under the water as he enters slowly afterwards. His hands went to your waist as he kissed your forehead. “You’re so handsome.” He spoke quietly staring right into your eyes. Your cheeks flush over from his sweet remark. You grabbed the shampoo and poured some into your hand, you then bring your hands to Negans hair as slowly start to massage it into his scalp. Negan softly groaned as you did so, you could tell that it caused him a lot of stress relief.
You rubbed it into his hair, his head tilting forward for better access. You see how there was a small line coming down from his hair and nearing his eyes, wiping it away had him smiling. You stepped out of the way so he could rinse his hair from the water. He was absolutely beautiful. His head tilted back under the water pressure, the way his face was relaxing. The water and shampoo dripping down his body, he looked stunning. As you admired him, you scratched at his scalp to help get the shampoo out.
Negans soft groans, the water hitting his skin, and the shower floor were the only noises heard. His hair now freed from the shampoo he looked back down at you. “Your turn.” Negans voice was soft as he grabbed the same shampoo and poured it into his hand, putting it in your hair had you closing your eyes and enjoying his rough but gentle hands. He snuck a kiss to your temple as he was rubbing the shampoo in, which has you opening your eye with a smile. He meant the world to you. He slid his hand to the nape of your neck to lead you closer to his lips so he can give you a quick kiss before you step under the water to get the shampoo out. Negans hands rubbing out the shampoo from your scalp the same way you did his.
You turned so your back was facing him after he got it fully out of your hair. Negan grabbed the body wash and put it on a wash cloth, pulling you out of the water with gentleness and care so he can put it on you. His hand moved slowly and rough through your skin, to make sure you’re clean. Negan had placed kisses on your neck as he rubbed the cloth against every part of the skin he can reach while standing behind you. Bending down to get your legs, he was being very soft as he rubbed over your legs.
Standing back up he put a small amount of body wash into his hand, pressing his front side against your backside as his hand made its way to your waist as he reached his body wash covered hand to slowly stroke at you. He knew was he was doing because he used cleaning you as an excuse, kissing over your shoulder and neck while you gasp under his touch. Getting worked up over the small amount of attention given. As his hand pulls away, you whimper from the loss of his hand. Following his motions and trying to ignore how aroused you got from his small action. Rubbing over his body with the body wash cloth and pampering his chest with kisses. Negans head tilted back, he always enjoyed the feeling of your hands on him, innocent or not. Paying special attention to his tense shoulders and back from the stress he’s induced for weeks now.
Getting on your knees to wash over his legs, Negan had a devilish grin on his face on the sight of you being on your knees. Looking up at him as you rubbed the wash cloth teasing up his thigh. His hand had fallen into your hair and down to your chin in a slow smooth stroke, lifting your chin up more. “I like the sight of you on your knees.” His voice came out in a deep tone. Negan looked down at you in a way that made you weak, leaning into his touch, trying to continue your motion of cleaning with the wash cloth. Even once finished soaping his body, you stayed on your knees, something you knew Negan would appreciate.
Negans eyes stayed on you until he took a step back to get under the water, you bring yourself to stand up yet again and rubbed at your knees from the weird sensation the shower floor left on them. He hummed with a smirk and pulled you closer by your waist. Your arms went to his shoulders. “Sometimes I wonder if you tease me because you know i’ll get on my knees eventually.” You teasingly spoke.
Negans hands moved down to your hips. His sheepish grin and slight shrug gave you the answer in itself. “Who knows, maybe.” Negans voice was soft. You slowly rubbed your hand down his chest to his abdomen, a slow movement that had made his breath hitch. Your hand trailed to his v-line. “Please say I get to watch your pretty little mouth wrap around it.” He growled out. Which had made you smirk, lowering yourself on your knees again you slowly trailed your hand up his thigh, the sensation alone leaving Negans head to tilt back.
Your hand went to his base, to slowly trail it to the tip, dragging your thumb across the slit had Negan already gasping. Weeks without you guys doing anything sexual definitely made Negan more sensitive. Only fueling your arousal as you pumped him to get him hard. Negan groaned softly and his hand went to your hair. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip, his hips jerk forward a little bit, making you smile as you build his anticipation.
Licking from the base to the tip to increase his arousal, and placing wet sloppy kisses along it. You could tell he was getting frustrated at your teasing since his hand gripped your hair. “Don’t make me beg.” He groaned and looked down at you. You looked at him with innocent eyes, taking just the tip in your mouth had him whimpering as his hand gripped your hair harder. Your scalp burned a little bit, but you were to entranced with Negans noises to care. Your tongue slowly swirled the tip around your mouth which had him move his hips outwards, a way to ask you to take more of him. You comply and slowly inched your mouth down his manhood. He was trying to let you control it, but the way he hips swayed forward and backwards a little bit had you knowing he wanted control. Rubbing your hands up his thighs and to his hips and bringing them closer to your face, letting him know he can take control, and take control he did. His hand automatically gripped onto your hair tighter as he thrusted into your mouth. Face fucking you. Even with how many times you’ve given him a blowjob, you still gagged around him.
He would constantly praise you the entire time. As his thrusts grew staggered you could tell he used your mouth well enough to already be at the point of release. His groans and slight whimpers increase as you began to suck a little harder so you could help him reach that yearning climax. His dick twitched in your mouth momentarily before pulling out slightly so he could come onto your tongue and watch you swallow it. His hand pumped himself as he milked himself onto your tongue. You looked up at him as you swallowed it, by this time the water started getting cold but you both were too addicted to eachother at the moment to care.
You stand up and Negan instantly grabbed your waist to pull you close, kissing you roughly had him groaning as he tasted himself on you. The water was getting colder by the second and as he finally pulled away and turned the water off, Negan kept his hand on your waist as he stepped out of the shower to grab two towels for the both of you. Once back over he wrapped the towel around your shoulders and pulled you close for one more kiss. “You don’t know how hot you are on your knees and taking me the full way.” Negan growled against your lips which had you whimpering. “My pretty boy, taking my cock like a good boy he is.” Negan always got cocky after bjs.. just how he is. He let you dry yourself, as he dried his own body.
You look up at him as you wrap the towel around your waist. “You don’t know how much I’m addicted to you, body and personality.” You smiled, and Negan returned it. “Wanna watch a movie? I mean after you repay me for the shower…” You inquired and he smirked. Grabbing your wrist and kissing it gently.
“I would want nothing more than sex before a movie.” Negans voice was deep and lustful. Wrapping your arms around him as he peppered your face with kisses. “I love you, Y/N. I appreciate how far you went for me because of work.” Negans voice was a whisper in your ear, kissing your earlobe.
“Only the best for you, Negan.” You smiled, happy with your life.
Summary: Y/N and Negan get separated from the rest of the saviors for a few nights.
Warning: Negan is a warning himself, swearing, tension, sexual tension.
A/N: I randomly made this with my boyfriend on call! I hope it’s good!!
You’ve known Negan for a while, you were one of his first members. He always seemed to be annoyed by your presence, he enjoyed your work but not you as a person.
You were getting ready to set out with Negan, and a few other of his higher ups to go check out a few abandoned buildings that Dwight said he saw. Of course Negan chose you to go with him. He enjoyed how hard you worked, and how much you’d do for everyone. He didn’t bother to talk to you though.
You walked up to Dwight, slinging your bag over your shoulders. Dwight seemed to have a scowl on his face, never lightening up since Negan burned the side of it. He looked up at you as he fixed his sleeve. “How far away are they?” You had asked and slid your hands into your pockets.
He looked out towards the gate. “…not far away. maybe an hour at most?” He glanced at his sleeve, and then looked at you again. “Big boss making you go?” Dwight knew about the whole thing between the two of you. Dwight was honestly one of your best friends here, so if he didn’t see it himself you would have told him anyway.
With a nod of your head, you heard more footsteps on the gravel ground, slow dragging footsteps that could only belong to one person. “Hey dwighty-boy! You ready?” He stood behind you, looking towards dwight. You turn around to look up at him, which he did not return.
Dwight glanced between the two of you until you looked at Dwight. “Uh.. Yeah.” He wasn’t gonna say anything more, but noticing how there was tension creeping up into the air as Negan stayed put behind you. “You gonna ask the (lady/him) too?” Dwight’s eyebrows furrowed. He knew Negan well enough to know that he’ll never talk to you unless someone mentioned it.
He finally looked down at you, it was your turn to not do it back. “Hey.” His voice was firm, he obviously wasn’t going to enjoy this. You turned your head and looked up into his eyes. His usual smirk wasn’t ever shown when he looked at you. “You ready?” Was all he said, looking up at Dwight again. Your stomach clenched and you looked at the gravel covered driveway. You don’t know what you did to make Negan hate you so much, but it wasn’t a nice feeling.
“yes.” You spat out, it might come off as disrespectful, but Negan doesn’t want to waste time even punishing you. Dwight could be heard entering a truck. Negan stayed behind you, he didn’t make a plan on moving. You heard footsteps behind you from other men, but thinking it was Negan moving you spun around. Then, Negan instead of The Sanctuary in your view had you step back. He looked at you, by choice.
“Watch it, Y/N.” He said firmly, talking with gritted teeth. He held Lucille loosely as he still did not move. His eyes stayed on yours. Your stomach flipped, he never chose to talk to you, or even look at you without reason. So to say you were nervous was an understatement.
Taking a step back, you were the first to stop the staring contest. “Yes sir.” You said, in a quiet voice as you started walking towards the truck you had usually taken, although never keeping the same passenger. You didn’t look back at Negan, but his eyes could be felt on you still. Hopping into the truck with the keys, twirling them before sliding them into the key slot.
Your view was out the window, waiting for the other saviors to get into their trucks. You weren’t sure who was gonna be in your car with you today, so you waited. The door opened which made your eyes dart towards the passenger door, expecting anyone but him to show up. He got into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Your eyes on him but his eyes on the trucks in front.
You were now gonna have to share a truck with the man that seemed to hate your guts.. Negan. His leather jacket was on but it was now unzipped, Lucille was set on the floor in between the door and his knee. Your truck was the last in line so for him to be joining you, especially as he’d choose anyone but you, it was weird and not like him. “The other trucks were full.” Negan's voice was heard as you realized you were staring at him. Your eyes went back to looking out the window.
“Okay.” Was your response, you weren’t really sure how else you could even respond. The trucks in front of you started so you started your own. Negans presence made an uncomfortable tension. You and him weren’t heads on, but there was an underlying feeling of hatred.
The gates opened to the sanctuary, the few trucks leaving and you started your drive behind them. Usually with whoever your seating partner was there would be at least noises, but with Negan.. There wasn’t even a peep other than the truck's engine being heard. You guys were driving for about an hour like Dwight assumed when the trucks in front came to a slow stop. We arrived and Negan seemed to want to leave as quickly as possible, not even letting you stop the truck completely before he jumped out with Lucille.
You exit your truck after turning it off. Rounding the truck to get to where the other saviors were standing. It seemed like everyone didn’t care to wait for you, but Negan didn’t move until you were close enough to follow. There were two groups of us, although not discussed and just went either way, you weren’t sure which group to follow so you went to the one with Dwight, that just so happened to be the one with Negan.
Entering the house that Dwight chose to go in, someone that you didn’t bother to learn the name of stayed at the door for guard. The room you automatically walked into was the living room, where it looked mostly untouched other than pictures that were clearly taken off the wall, by the fact there were nails left behind. Everyone went into seperate room to search, two in the living room, one in the kitchen, one in the dinning room, and Dwight went into the bedroom on the first floor. Since all rooms were occupied you went up the stairs to go to the first room you saw. It was rather quiet other than the small chatter from the saviors down below. Looking through drawers you found nothing but clothes. Walking over to the bed to look in the nightstand, there were gauze(bandage wraps) which you quickly pocketed for yourself. Hoping no one will notice.
There was a voice from behind you, where the door was. You looked over to see Dwight. “Hey Y/N, find anything?” He entered the room, by how he sounded, he didn’t see you hide the gauze for yourself. You closed the nightstand drawer and stood up.
“Nothing but clothes so far, i’ll keep looking though.” You nodded and went to the other side of the bed to look at the other nightstand. Pulling the drawer open to find batteries, which has you picking them up and throwing them at Dwight. He almost didn’t catch it, he fumbled a little. “Sorry thought you were paying more attention.” I smirked, it was silly banter we did.
Dwight found it funny and finally cracked a smile after how long you’ve seen him without any emotion. He put the batteries in a bag. “Knew you’d find something.” Dwight said and walked towards the door. “Negan said that he doesn’t want to stay here too long, since he thinks he saw a few walkers.” You just nodded at him.
“Thanks Dwight.” You thanked him and he left the room. Taking a quick look around the room to see if there could be any more places to look, not much to look for as this room seemed to be the most bland. Taking a walk around the room before getting onto your stomach to look under the bed. There was liquor. Pulling it out to see what it was you heard footsteps and slid it back under the bed quickly.
You looked under the bed still, pretending like you hadn’t rodin anything. “Y/N.” Negans voice heard, it was a stern way to say your name, and it instantly made you uneasy. Why was he suddenly talking to you so much? “I heard something, what was it?” You looked up at him from where you were laying to see his eyes not at your face, but somewhere around your body. You sighed as you grabbed the liquor, and stood up to show him. Negan quickly smiled when he saw it and took it from you. “Damnnnn. Nice find.” He seemed happy with it, maybe he’ll act like he hates you less. Negan snapped for one of the saviors to take the liquor and bring it to your truck. His hand went to your shoulder, and it made you instantly freeze and you don’t know why. “I’m gonna have some funnn tonighttt,” His tone was bouncing-like. somewhat energetic. “because of you, Y/N.”
Negan then left and it made you speechless. He’s never smiled around you, not talked, not touched, not even looked at you most of the time you’ve known each other. There was nowhere else to look in the room so you left the room. Everyone was already outside taking the stuff they found to the trucks when one savior started to scream about a herd coming. You and Negan were left in the house and tried to run towards the door only to see the walkers already starting to surround the house. Negan saw this as you tried to run out the door and he had quickly grabbed on to your shirt and pulled you against him. “shh.” Negan said quietly. He was protecting you?
The trucks were heard driving off and negan cussed under his breath. They stranded us here without worrying if we were okay or not? Negan's grip is still firm on your shirt. Not letting you move, which made you feel the need to not move an inch. Negan's arm wrapped around your waist as he slowly pulled you back so you weren’t in view of the windows. Why would he care so much about you all of the sudden? “Negan..” You whispered. Which then led him to putting his hand over your mouth.
Negan kept you pressed against him, his arm around your waist and his hand over your mouth. You were hiding from any windows, to not be seen. Everytime Negan heard a noise his hand around your waist got tighter just slightly, but once knowing it okay he loosened his grip. You were unsure how to react to all of this, so you stayed still. Why Negan was protecting you so much was beyond what you knew. Your knees slightly trembled because of the nervousness with both the walker herd and Negan.
When Negan thought the coast was clear he slowly let go of you, but you didn’t move. He leaned down next to your ear. “Y/N.. I think we’re good.” Negans voice was low, he tried to tell you to move it in a way that made it seem less rude. You nodded and stepped out of his reach and towards the door. Your hand went to the doorknob as you tried to react calmly after what Negan had just been doing to you for minutes. When you finally opened the door there was a walker that wasn’t heard or seen and came walking towards you, Negan quickly pulled you back and hit the walker into the door frame. blood and brains dripping from the now dead.. dead guys head. Negan was protecting you left and right now, which only made you confused.
Taking a look outside to view around for anymore close walkers, and when there were none you and Negan quietly ran towards the truck. You didn’t know how to get back to The sanctuary.. You always were following behind a truck that knew where, but you didn’t. “Negan.. Do you remember how to get back?” You looked at Negan and somewhere along the line of when you were checking for walkers and now, Lucille was with him.
He quickly looked at you. “No?! you don’t know?!” He was more nervous sounding than angry. He cursed under his breath. “All I know is we came from that road..” Negan had pointed at the road that you both knew you guys drove down. Starting the truck and driving towards the road. “Those pieces of shit. How could they just leave?!” His hand hit the dash and it made you jump. Negan looked at you before trying to calm down.
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It was hours after then and you and Negan had no clue where you guys were. Ending back up at the houses since you’d been marking where they were at least, made you realize that you both were fucked. Your truck was almost out of fuel and it was getting colder. you didn’t dress to be out this long.
Your truck was parked at the side of the road while you and Negan had reentered the looted house from earlier. There was only one blanket that you always kept in your truck just in case.. so you had agreed Negan used it, although it wasn’t much of a debate since you knew Negan wasn’t gonna let you have it.
He was on the bed in the room downstairs and you were on the couch out in the living room. The colder the night got, the more you shivered. Asking Negan for the blanket wouldn’t do anything, but you had to try. Standing up from the couch and taking a slow stroll over to the bedroom, the door was open but you knocked anyways. Negan wasn’t asleep but he was close to being. “What?” Negan said with a quiet, raspy voice, clear on how tired he was.
You took a step into the room. “It’s really cold.. and i was wondering if i could have the blanket..?” Asking Negan a question felt scarier than it should have.
He sat up and faced you. “fuck.. fine. but you’re staying in this room with it in case I want it back.” He agreed and unwrapped the blanket from around himself and threw it at you. You didn’t want to push anything so you wrapped it around yourself and you were going to sit on the floor before Negan spoke up again. “Don’t be an idiot. Get on the bed.” His tone was a low grumble.
You hesitantly sat on the bed next to him, wrapped up in the blanket. At times like these you wish that there were more things to do than sit in silence, but without music, or drawing supplies, no games, it was all very boring. Negan laid down next to you, covering his eyes with his arm.
It was awkward, in the same bed as the guy that you used to think hated you, but now that he saved you twice you weren’t sure. You could feel the annoyance radiating off of him with how he was acting. “You didn’t have to give me it, you know..” You spoke quietly. This made Negan uncover his eyes to look at you.
“My leather jacket is enough to keep me warm, don’t worry about it.” He put out, turning over on his side with an audible groan. You kept sat up for a little while so it didn’t look like you were copying him, until you also laid down. Cuddling up with the blanket as you pretended he wasn’t there, so you could ease your mind into sleep faster.
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Waking up in the morning, your blanket was still around you, but you felt another thing on you. You looked over at Negan only to find out his arm had been wrapped around you while you both slept. Maybe Negan accidentally moves a lot in his sleep, and would most likely hate waking up with him touching you at all, so you try to quietly and gently move his arm off of you. What you didn’t expect was his arm to tighten around you. His unconscious form wouldn’t allow you to move his arm off of you.
The only thing you could do was wait for him to wake up. Which obviously took longer than you’d wish. He most likely fell asleep after you then. Waiting for him felt unnecessarily long, because all you were doing was lying there silent and still. Probably ten minutes you were sat there with his arm wrapped around your waist until you felt him move, a small noise coming out of him as he finally took his arm off of you and sat up completely. To not make it seem like you were awake, you waited a little longer. He got up and walked out of the room, which made it perfect for you to finally ‘wake up.’
The blanket you used, you left on the bed. You didn’t need it as much anymore since it was day and it would get warmer out. Walking out of the room a minute after Negan did, you saw him looking out the window. “Hey Negan.” You said getting a little closer. He turns around to look at you.
“Hmm?” He hummed and looked back out the window. “Hi?” He questioned why you asked, understandably so since you guys usually never talked.
“Do you think they’ll come back for us?” Your question made Negan clench his jaw and face you again.
He looked at you for what felt like forever before he finally answer. “They better.” Was all Negan came up with. You noticed that he was getting upset, so you took that as a sign to shut up. You looked out the window as well to see what Negan happened to be looking at. There wasn’t anything out there, must have been just hoping for them to come back.
Negan and you were waiting around almost the entire day doing nothing. Since the saviors that so rudely left you took almost everything from the houses nearby there was next to nothing to actually do. You ventured into the other houses but again, all were looted by the people who left you. No sign of them even coming back yet.
You were outside laying in the grass looking up at the sky that was slowly getting darker. Negan was standing by you, you couldn’t tell if he was watching you or just watching for anything in general.
“you look dumb.” Negan spoke up, looking down at you. Which made you look up at his direction.
“I don’t see you finding anything to pass the time.” You glared, although not really fun it’s better than nothing.
Negan nods, “Yeah, and i don’t see any food on the table either, so maybe help me find some before it’s too late?” His statement made you stand up and wipe your clothes from any collected dirt.
Looking over at him, his eyes were closed. “Yeah? and how do you expect to find food? we’re not hunters.” Your statement made his eyes open. (Daryl randomly appears and hands them squirrels -Ray)
Negan stared at you for what felt like minutes yet again. His eyes weren’t only on your own, but seemed to go up and down, what felt like judgement. “I mean if they don’t come back, we’ll need to find food somehow.” Negan finally broke the silence.
“Well no duh Negan, we aren’t just gonna let ourselves starve??” Your hands go up as you shrug, annoyed. Negan’s eyes went to the ground. You sighed. “Well if we can’t hunt, since we both don’t know how i assume, how do you expect us to find food?” You said, a more logical reply.
Negan looks around. “We’ve only been around the houses we’ve already taken from, we can move out more. See if there’s anything around?” His question was reasonable, probably the most reasonable thing he’s said all day.
You walk over to the truck, which has Negan following you. As you both get in the truck and you start it, you don’t really know where to go from here. So basically the rest of the day was spent driving around. Not much talking happened yet again between the two of you, like two kids that hate eachother but the teacher paired you up anyways.
“Stop.” Negans voice was heard suddenly which made you stomp on the breaks. More or less the sudden noise scared you. “Jesus christ not that fucking’ fast!” He glared at you for your abrupt stop.
“You said stop randomly, what would you have done?!” You glared back at him. Negan ignored your comment and got out of the truck. Were you to follow him?
Hoping out of the truck to see why Negan had left, was a mistake because he started taking a piss. You sighed and walked back to the truck. He could have at least told you why, so it wasn’t weird that you followed him. Negan noticed but said nothing. You looked around the place Negan has forced you to stop at, seeing if there was anything other than woods… there wasn’t.
As you make it back to the houses from earlier.. yet again.. you found nothing nearby. Your truck was almost out of fuel, and you didn’t have any food. If Dwight doesn’t come back soon it’s gonna end up with one of us death, if not both. Making your way back inside had Negan basically pacing. This was the first time you’ve seen him actually nervous.
Walking over to him had him stop and look at you. “Are you.. okay?” Was the only thing you could think to ask. Negan sighed.
Negan nodded and began to pace again. Although you could tell he was lying, he also wanted to be seen as a ‘fearless leader.’ So of course he’d pretend. “Those fuckers left us, and they didn’t even come back!” He exclaimed, as if you didn’t know what was happening. You came up to his pacing self yet again and gently grabbed his arm to get him to quit pacing.
He stopped and looked down at you. “It’s just us. You don’t have to pretend you’re alright.” You quietly said. This made Negan let out yet another sigh.
“Okay, I’m not fine, alright?” He was still looking down at you, and your hand was still holding onto his arm. “How can i be a leader when my group isn’t with me!” He sounded frustrated.
“I’m still here.” You said which made Negans facial expressions soften. “You’re still my leader, Negan.” With what you said made Negan finally break the eye contact.
You both stayed silent, in the same position for a minute. “As much as I love being a leader, with only one follower it’s not easy.” He finally spoke up. It was your turn to sigh.
Your arm gently slid down his arm to his hand. “As much as you seem to hate me, be annoyed by me, even hate being around me. You’re not alone here.” You paused, he didn’t seem to pull away from your touch at all. “We’ll make it back to the sanctuary, you’ll be your usual leader self again. You can go back to hating me then, but for now, instead of treating me like you can’t stand being around me, let me help. Talk to me.” You spilled out what you’ve wanted to say all day. It was dumb to say half of the stuff you just said, but you had to tell him. You couldn’t stand seeing him pretend to be okay while he’s clearly frustrated and nervous. He’s your leader, and for him to be one he needs someone to follow him. You will be that someone.
Negan was speechless as he looked back up at you. You stared at eachother for minutes before he finally said something. “I never hated you.” This caught you by surprise. He paused. “You being one of the best saviors had made me nervous. That maybe someday you’d think you’re better than i was, so i avoided you.” His eyes fluttered closed, and his face scrunched up as he paused yet again. “You were always one of the best, ever since you joined the group. And it’s not an excuse for me to have been such an asshole towards you after all you’ve done for me. I’m supposed to be your leader, but i’ve treated you like absolute shit.” His voice became shaky when he finished. His eyes opened again.
You didn’t know how to reply at first, I mean what could you even say to all of that. You thought of anything else you wanted to say, about you two, or about how he felt. “Negan..” You whispered his name so he’d look at you. “I let you lead me because you’re a good leader. Even if i thought you hated me the entire time, everyone has a reason for a wall to be built up. To hide certain people away. I never once doubted you as a leader, because I know I couldn’t lead. especially not as many people as you do.” This made you both squeeze eachother hand. You wanted to continue but you didn’t originally know how do you waited until words came to mind or Negan spoke.
Without a word from either of you Negan opened his mouth to speak. “I didn’t only build up a wall for you because i thought you’d take my place. There was something about you that i noticed right away.” He paused. His body turned to face you more directly. “I saw how brave you were, how you could defend yourself, and i wanted you in my team. But when i got you.. I messed up. I’d have been better to you if I didn’t think the way I did, or feel the way I do.” He seemed like he wanted to say something specific but he couldn’t.
You rubbed at his hand. “Negan, take your time. We’ve got plenty..” This small remark made you both smile softly. Negan just nodded.
His eyes closed for a moment before he looked directly into your eyes. “After my late wife died, i thought i wouldn’t like anyone. I was wrong.” Negans voice was quiet but firm, whatever he was getting at meant something. The fact that he mentioned the one person he swore to never mention.. made this even more emotional for the both of you. “What i’m trying to get at here y/n… is that I think I might like you. And that’s why I wanted to act like I hate you, to hide the fact I fell for someone after Lucille.” His eyes never left yours, so yours didn’t leave his.
You stared at eachother for moments until you felt your cheeks heating up. How did you feel about Negan? He was rude but you always like him.. “Negan.. I can’t say I like you yet. But i’m willing to try.” Your reply made Negan smile, and go to hug you. As you were hugging for what felt like forever you heard tricks outside. Which made Negan hide you behind him as he looked out the window. It was the familiar trucks, The saviors were back.
Getting back to The Snactaury, you and Negan got to finally explore what was talked about when alone in that house together.
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(Since i made a gender neutral reader, actually making the smut would have been hard, and i don’t know how to write full smut yet!)
summary: Negan visits alexandria for his weekly supply and decides to flirt with y/n to pass the time.
warning: Negan is a warning in himself, sexual tension!
A/N: Who knows i might make a part two to this. i wrote all of this today because i felt bad that i hadn’t posted since last month!
The weeks seem to just play on repeat when Negan comes to visit. He pesters Rick, Gets his men to get the supplies, Sometimes dealing with conflict depending on what happens in the day. As the familiar sounds of trucks come into earshot, Alexandria’s residents went silent and most went inside houses instantly, The kids rounded up by their parents and forced inside too.
You stopped caring about hiding from Negan weeks ago now, before anytime you saw his face you would remember the ones who you lost by his hands, rather by his ‘most precious lucille’s’ hands. Now? You don’t think about what you’ve lost by him, instead about what you could still lose. You’re close to Rick and his family since you’ve been in his group for years now. So you always make sure Carl and Judith aren’t in harms way.
The gates were opened by spencer, to allow Negan and his men to step foot inside. Familiar whistle ringing through your ears, you turn away to stay on the porch of the house you were gratefully allowed to stay in. If someone needed you, they’d come to find you. You watched Negans men start spreading out into a few groups going to the only places they really take from now, The pantry being the most common. Although it is rare for them to venture into the infirmary, weaponry, or houses, they’ll do it every so often.
Your eyes connected with Negans accidentally. You groan to yourself that he was most likely watching you for a minute before you noticed. Now you wish you’d just stay inside, hoping that he wouldn’t come up. Your prayer was answered and somehow, Negan didn’t come up to you. Instead he strutted over to the pantry along with Rick close but clearly at distance. Sometime you wonder how Negan took Rick by the balls and twisted him into submission.
He used to never be anything but the leader since you met him at the farm. When he was diffusing conflict, helping hershel, beth, maggie, even me. Or how he had killed Shane the night the barn was burned down.. He was always meant to be a leader, so how Negan took control of Rick, it was scary in a way.
You didn’t even realize you started day dreaming until you heard noises, loud noises, from over at the pantry. Instantly standing up to get a good view, Negan seemed to be upset at Olivia, that poor girl. A slow pace towards the pantry to see what’s happening.
“Why can’t you do your job right?” Negans voice spoke menacingly as he leaned in, more so over, Olivia to scare her. Rick was seen near Olivia trying to get Negan to calm down. “Rick, you should really consider a new manager of the food around here, clearly she doesn’t take enough responsibility!”
Your eyebrows furrowed, quickening your pace a little so you were a few feet away from Negan, and Rick. “What’s happening?” You spoke.
Negan turned on his heels towards you. “Little miss manager-of-food, over here didn’t count her supplies correctly!” He said fast, looking back at Rick, then Olivia. “You’re lucky i’m feeling generous today, or else i’d do something physical about this.” Negan seemed more frustrated rather than angry, of course he didn’t care if there was a missing can, he just hated how often people around here wouldn’t do their jobs correctly. “I’m taking an extra can for this… waste of time.” Negan snapped and his men were instantly on it and grabbed an extra can, along with the others already taken and left in a hurry towards the trucks.
You hated this little game Negan played at, his boundaries were but also weren’t set. You wanted to speak up, tell him off, but of course you knew better.
“I’ll be taking a trip to the infirmary next week. If the person who works there, messes up, someone will die.” Negan spoke firmly and with that turned on his heels and walked towards his trucks. Your eyes connect with Ricks, and then you looked at Olivia.
Rick was the next to leave towards the gate, probably the one to close it behind the saviors today. Olivia was crying, she was so sensitive you felt bad for her. “Olivia…” You said her name quietly and went over to put your hand on her shoulder. “It’s just Negan being Negan, you don’t have to cry over it..” You put on the best reassuring voice you could. Olivia nodded and wiped her tears.
“I swear i counted correctly this time..” Olivia’s voice was cracking, and soft. She meant it, and you felt bad for her.
“Hey it’s—“ you were cutoff by someone yelling your name. “Sorry Olivia gotta check on what that’s about-“ With that you left with a quick pace towards the yell, the main gate.
“Y/N!” Yelled again, now closer you knew the root of the noise. Rick. Now jobbing over towards Rick. The gate was closed and the trucks were gone, the saviors already left. “y/n.” He spoke lowly. “We got a team heading out in a few hours for a supply run nearby, i’m going with. I need you to stay with Carl and Judith for me, okay?” Rick smiled. This wasn’t a reason to yell your name, so you softly shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose. “I didn’t know if you were still at the pantry or not, sorry if it seemed like i was in need.”
With a sigh you looked back up at Rick. “Yeah i can watch them. Come find me next time, thought i was in trouble or someone else was.” He nodded in understanding. “I gotta get to the infirmary, check on those supplies for next week’s visit from Negan, come by when you’re leaving so i can head over.
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As you sat down in your chair at the infirmary, checking over supplies. You weren’t like Olivia, you’d triple check everything even when one thing is added to the supply, you’ll check everything again. It was one of the things to cure your boredom or when, cases like this, happen. Your feet propped up on your desk while there was a box in your lap. You organize everything about twice a week now. It was just a way to pass time. Sitting at your desk for hours now, you lost track of time until there was a knock at your door, writing down the count you had, and then separating the counted vs uncounted so you could finish later.
“y/n?” Rick voice was heard as you walked towards the door. The door creaked while you opened it. “Hey! We’re getting ready to leave in a few minutes here, you got-“ You cut him off.
“Watch over Carl and Judith, yep!” You smiled, and grabbed your notebook from your desk. “I’ll head over now.” Ricks hand went to your shoulder.
“Thanks y/n, i know i can count on you.” Rick spoke, leaving shortly before you did.
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Over the week, since Negans visit, you’ve checked the infirmary multiple times. You didn’t want to lose anyone. Negans patterns on showing up varied, sometimes he’ll show up days early, or days later. Shocking enough, he visited exactly a week from lasts visit. He had to mean business on what he said with the stock. Quickly making your way to the infirmary, to avoid them going through it without you.
Once inside the infirmary, and since you already checked the stock many.. many times, you sat on your desk and were just doodling in your notebook. You kept that notebook on you almost all the time, there were doodles and sayings, but you also kept things special to you written in it, people’s names, items from your childhood, it was just a reminder for yourself that there are good things to think about in this new world.
You heard a knock at the door, assuming it was Rick you just said, “Come in.”, still doodling in your book. Once the door opened the footsteps that followed were heavier than Ricks. Your eyes shot up and instantly connected with the man just a few feet from you. Negan. “oh, i thought-“ You started but it would sound dumb so you didn’t finish. Closing your notebook and setting it aside.
“You thought..?” Negans eyebrows raise as he takes a slow, dragging, walk over to you. Intimidation tactic that didn’t quite work on you.
“I thought you were Rick.” You spoke truthfully, you didn’t have a reason to lie, but you did have a reason not to tell him. He nodded and leaned against your desk.
There was an uncomfortable silence. How to stop it, not sure. You felt him staring so you looked up at him. connecting with his hazel eyes, that you damned yourself for realizing the color of. “So Ricky the Pricky got you doing infirmary work?” Negans voice filled up the silence, you couldn’t tell if silence or his voice were worse.
“I enjoy it, and am probably the only one to actually know what they’re doing.. so yeah?” You said back, finally forcing your eyes out the window instead of at him.
Your peripheral though, kept him in view. you saw his face rise up and you glanced at him. he was smirking. Knowing a stupid remark was coming. “Are you calm around me, or are you just the shy type?” That wasn’t that you expected of him.
“What?” Your eyebrows stitch together as you looked back at him, this time his eyes trained on the floor.
He clicked his tongue before talking again. “most people here, would be glaring up a storm. talking me out of being in the same room as them.“ He finally met your eyes. He was smiling, his stupid usual smile. “Hell, some would flip me the bird by now. Not you, why?” He was one for always keeping eye contact, so you did too.
You took a little longer to answer, thinking of an appropriate response. “I don’t know.” You shrugged. What were you supposed to say? The reason people cower away is because well.. they’re cowards. You’ve been put in situation and Negan, as intimidating as he is to eveyrone, doesn’t intimidate you. “Why should i be scared, when all you’re doing is sitting… well leaning, next to me.” Was all the reason you could muster up.
This made Negan let out a laugh. “Honestly i’d get upset if you were scared of me.. you’re such a pretty (girl/boy) I mean, why would i want someone like you scared of me?” He flirted, you don’t know if it was to purposely make you uncomfortable, or just him being bored, hell maybe he just wanted to flirt with you. you didn’t know. Finally breaking eye contact to look down. “Ah, did i strike a little sensitive spot? can’t handle being complimented?” Negan was talking in a way that made you feel like you were being made fun of. He was just playing his game, this wasn’t anything to do with you in specific.
Your view was set onto the floor under your feet. Not looking back up at him. You didn’t want to reply until he took a gentle grasp of your jaw and made you look at him. “Don’t get all shy now.” His voice was low and raspy, purposely sending a shiver down your spine. He kept his firm grip, and stared into your eyes.
“I..” you started quietly, you don’t know what to say. “It was just..” You paused, not knowing how to word it. “I just don’t get compliments a lot, and it’s weird coming from you..” You spoke truthfully.
He hummed quietly, nodding. Still not letting go of your jaw. He wanted you to look at him. “You’re trembling.” He smirked, you didn’t even realize but when you did your mouth opened to say something, but Negan being faster. “I bet i could get you wrapped around my finger if i tried. Compliment you more.” His smirk increased as he leaned in. it was only teasing.. he’d never actually kiss you.
“Negan..” You whispered his name. He shushed you, his hand moving from grasping your jaw into pinching your chin in between his pointer and thumb. He lifted your head up a little.
Negan moved his body to standing before you, his grip still just as firm. Subconsciously your legs separated as you leaned back just a little, a way to get further away from him. He took this as an invitation, stepping in between your legs. His hand went to the table right next to your hip, leaning over you now.
“Do i scare you y/n y/l/n?” Negan spoke. Your breathing quickened. Maybe you were uncomfortable, or maybe you somehow found this attractive. He leaned over just a little more, his thighs rubbing against yours a bit.
Negan licked his lips. “No.. of course not.” You spoke, less firm than you wanted too. “I’m just…” You actually didn’t know what to say.
Negans hand slid from the table onto your thigh. His eyes went to his own hand before back to your eyes. “so if you’re not scared.. why is your breath heavy?” He smirked, knowing how he affected you.
Your eyes went to his arm, since his hand was still on your chin you couldn’t quite look completely at where his hand laid. Negan finally let go of your chin. No response from you.
“Speak when spoken to.” He spoke, you leaned up to sit a little more comfortably, even though getting closer to Negan. His thumb rubbed your thigh, made you even more speechless.
“I’m.. awkward, under the circumstances.” you whispered, you watched his thumb rub at your thigh. “Why are you doing this..?” You tilted your head.
He leaned closer now your lips only a few inches apart. “Because you’re letting me.” His gripped your thigh now instead of rubbing it. No one’s touched you like this and you didn’t know how to react. “Can i kiss you?” His voice was quiet, his eyes weren’t looking away from your lips.
You didn’t know, you wanted it but remembering who he was your hand went to his chest and gently pushed him back. “This is a bad idea.” Negan only smirked at your response. His hand stoped holding your thigh, grabbing the bottles of medicine and stepping back.
“Well i hope to see you around y/n. Keep me and what i just did in your thoughts.” He winked, leaving the infirmary. Instant regret with how you just rejected something that you most definitely wanted. You damned yourself for being scared.
I’m working on making soemthing, albeit not gonna be posted for a while, i really got into writing it and then i experienced two of my pets deaths this past week to a week and a half. to those who like my work and have read my stuff, i apologize but i’m gonna take it slow due to my mental health.
mostly for those who check my posts and wanna see if i post. i apologize for the lack of content recently but i’ve been really in a bed mental state and i’m too mentally exhausted from my losses and when i have to do my schoolwork. i hope you guys understand. i will continue to write it when i’m motivated and will hopefully get it up next week, but if i can’t than i’m sorry! have a great day and merry christmas everyone. xoxo zenix<3
Summary: Fluff post, Negan and Reader just having a nice day together, loving each other, and making Christmas cookies in the end.
Warning: very little swearing, a lot of physical contact (no smut), no specific gender for this fic!
A/N: Okay first time writing a one shot.. If this ends up bad, or that you guys don’t like my writing style i’ll probably go back to just prompt writing, which after writing this.. i’ll most likely not have the motivation to write a new one right away anyways. It took forever for me to even think of something to write. I don’t think i like this myself, but Enjoy and please give feedback/ask me for anything you’d want to see me write!
It was early in the morning and your alarm had just woken you up. Christmas was around the corner and recently you and your boyfriend Negan had been doing many Christmas activities together. He stayed the night last night after you watched a movie together. You had a plan of another Christmas activity but it required you to go out, and you didn’t feel like it.
Negan was still asleep next to you, he doesn’t wake up from an alarm so you have the opportunity to admire him. His soft expression when he’s asleep, his sunken in dimples that are unintentional, and somewhat hidden by his beard, his salt and pepper beard making him just that much more handsome, his slick back hair that is fluffier when he sleeps, he looks perfect under the morning light. You didn’t want to take your eyes off him. Him being yours doesn’t make sense, although he reassures you everyday that he wants you.
You forced yourself off the bed, careful to not wake him up. You began to get ready, a shower, new clothes, and making breakfast. You were making eggs and was going to wake up Negan when they were ready. As you were standing in front of the stove cooking, you hadn’t heard him until he wrapped his arms around your waist and his head found its way to the crook of your neck. Faint kisses were felt from where his face hid.
“Look who’s finally up.” You spoke with a smile on your face, enjoying his now woken presence and making sure to still watch over the food. His hands slowly rubbed over your waist and he looked down at the food, resting his chin on your shoulder now.
“Morning.” Negan said in his morning voice, you love when he sounded like this. Both of you having a smile on your face just from the mere contact of eachother. Having to break away from his embrace to put the food on two separate plates, although once you sat down the food onto the plate, and the utensil down in the sink, he came over and picked you up by your waist, which then had you letting out a gasp and swatting at his arm while laughing. “What’s the magic words!” He said with the widest smile he could possibly have, holding onto your waist as best as possible to make sure you wouldn’t actually get hurt, your squirming not helping his grip. Laughter filling the air from both ends.
“I love you?” You answered back in between laughs, as you looked over your shoulder at him. His smile increasing when you said it, he then set you down on the ground but didn’t let go of your waist. He held you close while peppering your neck with kisses. You loved how much physical affection he gave, it was a spotlight everyday with him.
“I love you so much more.” He spoke in between the kisses to your neck, which had gotten closer to your jawline. He had to one up you every time you said those three little words. If you didn’t know better you’d say it was his favorite thing to do. You flip around in his embrace so you’re facing him, his hands finding their way to the sides of your waist yet again. Bringing your forehead against his as your arms wrapped over his shoulders. “God, you couldn’t get more beautiful.. could you?” He spoke in a tone just above a whisper, tracing his hands lightly over your waist. The food you made almost completely discarded because of each other. His words causing such a nice feeling in your heart that made your cheeks warm. If it weren’t for him holding you, your knees would be weak.
You lean in for a kiss, which he had returned. The kiss was slow, but passionately gentle, this man was perfect. You could never get enough of him, he was so special in every way. Pulling away from the kiss to finally answer, but getting distracted by his beautiful brown eyes looking into your own eyes with such care and love. “I could say the same to you.. you couldn’t get more handsome.” You spoke with a huff of a laugh after it when he kissed your nose. “You’re already too pretty as is.” You continued as he peppered more kisses, onto your cheeks, nose, forehead, soft laughter escaping from his beard tickling your face, before his lips finally closed in on yours once again. You couldn’t automatically kiss him back as you were smiling. Although, not a very long kiss anyways as he pulled away to just admire you. Your smile is so wide when you’re around him that your cheeks always hurt.
Grabbing his hand to finally grab the previously discarded food. Holding his hand the entire way to the dining table. You had sat next to each other with him on your left, his hand still clasped with yours, which had made it hard for him to eat since he wasn’t a lefty. You spoke about whatever, small talks and other plans for Christmas as you ate. You could never get used to how magical this man was, the way his voice sounds, his eyes that always knew the right way to look at you to make you fall in love with him all over again, his embrace anytime he held your hand, or waist, or pulled you into a hug. He went out of his way to admire you in every way he possibly could.
He stood up, placing a kiss on your cheek and letting your hands fall from each other’s constraint. “You always make the best breakfast.” He says before grabbing your also empty plate and bringing it to the kitchen sink, rinsing it off and setting it down. You couldn’t help but admire him yet again. His eyes looked back to find you staring, which caused him to laugh. “You’re staring Darlin’.” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, returning the admiration in his look, like the way you looked at him.
Your cheeks flush over and you lean back in your chair. “I can’t help it.. I have the best boyfriend.” This caused his dimples to sink in more, you love his dimples. You stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever, until he pushed himself off the counter and walked over to where you sat in the chair, putting his arms around your shoulders. Your hands automatically moved to hold his forearms. He kissed your head before letting his cheek rest against the side of your head. You couldn’t help but be in awe anytime this man showed you the slightest amount of attention. “Hey Negan?” You spoke up, slightly turning to look at his face, which he had returned by looking at you as well.
“Yesss?” He drew out his word, smiling happily to himself. You knew how much Christmas meant to him, it was one of his favorite holidays. You know he likes tradition and you don’t want him to get upset that you don't want to do the plan today.
You decided it would be best to just get it out there. “I don’t feel like going out.. Can we just stay in today?” You watched his reaction closely, but surprisingly he didn't look upset. He did however close his eyes and let out a sigh. His grip around your shoulders tightened and he brought you closer to him.
“One of those days, doll?” He asked and kissed your head, you nodded as a response. You could tell he cared about you, since he automatically began to place kiss after kiss onto your head, his arms squeezing around you. He wasn't the best with words so he showed his love with physical love. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek and looked into your eyes again.
“No, I’m sorry.. I know how much you love Christmas traditions.” You placed your hand on his cheek, and slowly caressed it. “I know you had a plan for today..” Whispering out your words and looking into his eyes with a sad, soft expression. He leaned in giving a small kiss, almost to shush you. You felt guilty, but why not do something productive while staying at home. “I know we planned this for when it's closer to Christmas.. But what if we made cookies today?” You smiled at him, which he reluctantly returned. God his dimples.
He seemed happy as soon as you offered, he wanted to jump up and do it right now, but it was way too early. “Of course!” His voice full of excitement, he really does love Christmas, “I’m so fuckin’ glad you’re still up to do something while we’re home!” He kissed your cheek, getting a laugh out of you.
The day was spent like most days, You both didn’t have to work though, since you both were gratefully given time off for the holidays. Most of today was spent relaxing, and having a little fun with each other by playing games, board games and online games. You were a video game couple for sure. By the time you had gotten bored of the game you were playing it was around dinner time, which is obviously before baking.
You got up from your spot on the couch, or gaming lounge as you call it, to get Negan to help with dinner. Spaghetti, your favorite. He made the sauce and you made the noodles, always the same arrangement. Both of you were cheesy when it came to spaghetti and did the arm link when taking your first bite. He would always tease you when you get sauce on your face, because for some reason, even when you’re careful, you’ve always been a messy eater. The same as breakfast, Negan got up to put both plates, and utensils in the sink.
“You ready for cookies?” Negan asks with a bright smile. Walking over to grab both your hands too lead you to the kitchen. He always gets so excited about baking, but it just makes his personality more attractive. “You get to choose the kind this time. Chocolate chip, or actual Christmas cookies?” His hands found their way to your waist as you both stood in the kitchen once again.
“I think I'm in the mood for..” you paused to think for a few minutes. “Actual Christmas cookies!” You returned the smile, placing a kiss on his cheek. Once confirmed he rushed into the pantry to get ahold of the items to bake. Setting them down on the countertop. You had taken out your phone and opened google. “I’ll get the recipe.” You typed up the recipe and kept it open to bake.
Setting your phone on the countertop near the baking ingredients, you went to grab the bowls, spoons, and other items for baking. Negan started reading off the ingredients and you had made sure that you had it all. Once you knew that you were all set you started. You put in the dry ingredients while Negan had his own bowl for the wet ingredients. You looked over at him, he had messy hands and a look of concentration on his face, your heart fluttered just from the sight of him. He’s so handsome doing the most simple tasks, how did you get so lucky. You were admiring him, and accidentally leaned onto the counter which led to you knocking over the flour bag onto yourself. Your clothes now all flour-y looking down with a sigh. Negan saw and he started laughing, getting distracted from baking. His laughter filled the room, but you weren’t complaining. You picked up the bag and threw some at him. He stopped laughing for a few seconds until you looked at each other, causing you both to laugh.
“You little asshole!” He said in between laughs. He then ran over to you, causing you to run away. The island counter makes it easy to run around in circles without being caught. You both had a devilish grin while running, he bolted for you and you tried to run, but he grabbed your waist and brought you into the air. “Got you!” His voice full of excitement, as he sat you down onto the counter he looked at you with his hands on your thighs. His beautiful brown eyes connecting with yours. His expression is full of love. You leaned in and gave him a kiss, the same slow but passionate kiss that you both seemed to love. He didn’t refuse and kissed you back.
The kiss lasted a few moments before you pulled away. “Okay as much as i love kissing you.. we have to finish the cookies.” You fake pouted with your hand on his cheek. He kissed your cheek one last time before helping you off the island counter and over to the discarded baking stuff. Your clothes, and now his clothes covered in flour, which will be a pain for when you have to wash them, but the memory is worth it. He finished his mix first and you finished yours shortly after. He grabbed your waist from behind like usual as you put the wet and dry ingredients together. You leaned back into him and his hands made small shapes on your waist. You kissed his cheek before returning back to the unfinished cookies. He took a few steps away and it caused you to look back over at him. He quickly found what he was looking for, baking trays, and set it down.
Almost as soon as you finished mixing he grabbed the bowl with the dough, and the flour, racing away from you. You followed him into the dining room which he had set down the stuff and was about to put some flour on the table so we could roll the dough. Negan was getting ready to sift the flour while you went to grab the other needed stuff, the rolling pin, cookie cutters, and the baking tray from earlier. Once you returned He was already spreading the flour around, and he looked up at you with a wide smile. “You’re so beautiful.” He spoke to you, you smiled wide in return.
“You’re so handsome.” Complimenting him back as you set down the stuff near the other end of the table, so it doesn’t get too messy. “Do we plan on decorating them after we bake them?” You look down at the flour, which was slowly disappearing as Negan had put the dough on the table and started to roll it flat.
He looked concentrated, until he looked up at you. “hmm.. I know we still have some time before Christmas and we know how fast we’ll probably go through them..” He looked back down to finish rolling the dough. “We probably could, just if we really wanted to decorate them for Christmas day.. probably don’t go all out for them.” You could tell he was thinking hard about it, but more than likely you won’t decorate them at all and just grab them on the go. As he finally had the dough laid flat, you grabbed the cookies cutters and set them next to it.
Negan and you were cutting the cookies with the cookie cutters. Reindeer, mittens, snowflakes, bells, Christmas presents, angels, and gingerbread men, were all the shapes that you had. You both had favorite cookie cutters, Negan seemed to favorite the gingerbread men, and you favorited the reindeer. This whole process was relatively simple and quiet, just enjoying the tradition with each other. There were times when you’d just look at each other with wide smiles while doing it.
Negan had left for a few minutes, saying he wanted to find something. Obviously you didn’t know what, he wouldn’t tell you either, so you stayed by the Christmas cookies, that had been put on the tray ready for the oven. When Negan finally returned, you weren’t looking at him. It gave him the opportunity to scare you, which no doubt he took. Gently grabbing your shoulders and like his plan, you jumped. Swatting his arm when you turned to face him. You didn’t know what it was he went to grab until he lifted his hand over the both of you with a mistletoe in his hand. “We haven’t kissed in so long.” He extended the word ‘so’ like you hadn’t kissed in years, although you kissed today.
“You don’t need to bring out the mistletoe when you want to kiss.” You sighed, but puts your hands on his cheeks and leaned in to kiss him. His hands held your waist and he pulled your close. The kiss lasted a minute or so until you pulled away. “Just ask for a kiss next time you goof.” You smiled, so he smiled back.
“Can we kiss again?” He licked his lips and when you shook your head he fake pouted, and furrowed his eyebrows. “Why the fuck not? you said ask.” He didn’t sound mad, he seemed more upset.
You softly laughed at his facial expressions and caressed his cheek. “I’ll give you all the kisses you want… as soon as the cookies are in the oven.” He had rolled his eyes at your statement and quickly turned away to grab the trays and put it in the oven. He opened the oven and slid the trays into it, and after he closed it he put on a timer. He eagerly made his way back over to you and pulled you close.
“How about nowwwww?” He gave you puppy dog eyes, which made you adore him just that much more. You leaned up and kissed him again. He quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. Your arms found their way around his neck. You and Negan both enjoy this. For once he’s the one to pull away. “Your lips are an addiction.” He bit his lip looking at yours yet again.
You looked down and back up with a smile on your face. “Yeah? Then you’re my little addict.” You kissed his cheek, and you could faintly see the blush creep onto his face. You’re usually the one who gets embarrassed or flustered, but when Negan does it makes you sure, that you’re absolutely in love. “I’m glad I can spend my holiday with you, and i’m even more glad that you’re mine.” You spoke with you heart.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re in my life, where i can hold you, kiss you, and love you.” He spoke back and pulled you into a hug. You both just stayed there together in the hug, a smile on both your faces. Losing track about how much time is actually wasted, until the oven timer starts to go off. Causing a sigh from both of you. “I’m cuddling you again tonight.” He spoke while leaving your embrace.
You followed anyways, “I’m okay with that.” You smiled and watched him slide on a glove to take the trays out, making sure they’re fully cooked as he then set them on the top of the oven. “They smell so good..” You smelled the air, you loved the way Christmas cookies smelled.
He looked over at you with a smile. “If you were a Christmas cookie, I don't think I'd be able to eat you. You’d be too pretty.” Negan spoke up, a blush settling on your face. He came over and kissed your cheek. “You’re so easy to make blush, and so pretty when you do.”
You swat his arm. “You’re a jerk!” You laughed, Negan laughing as well. “Good thing I'm not a Cookie then. I’d feel lonely if I never got ate.” You said while putting your hand on the side of his neck, pulling him a little closer.
“I mean.. if you feel lonely now I can still eat you.” He winked, and you knew exactly what he meant. Your jaw opened which made Negan laugh at your reaction. “C’mon you should know me by now!” He spoke in between laughs, your jaw still hung open and you shook your head.
“Negan, as nice as that sounds-“ You closely watched his reaction to the first part of the sentence, his eyebrows rose and a smirk was now present. “No, not today.” You shrugged, which caused Negan to roll his eyes. You just smiled at his reaction, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip as he thought of something.
“So tomorrow?” He smiled down and pulled you closer.
“I hate you.” You rolled your eyes with a smile of your own.
Prompt: “This can’t get any worse, can it?” // “Sure it can, just give me a minute.”
A/N: I am IN LOVE with prisoner Negan, I try to keep my best to keep gender out of my posts, in case there is males(like myself), or another gender identity wanting to read. Maybe when i get used to writing i’ll make actual one shots (maybe multi chapters) but until then i’m sticking to prompt quotes. Enjoy, send feedback, and ideas you might want me to write!
(stay tuned for the next few days because i may or may be trying to write a one shot!)
You were the one responsible for checking in, and giving food, to Negan. You got it by being one of the calmest in stressful situations. Ever since you’ve known Negan, he’s always been a thorn on a rose stem. Annoying you any chance he can get. Although never knowing exactly why he loves doing it so much.
“Hey Negan, Got your food.” You say as you enter the room where his cell was. Bringing the food you always served, a sandwich. Although he never seems pleased with what food you give him.
“What’s in the menu today?” He didn’t look towards you, just laying in his cot with his stare at the ceiling. Sometime you feel like you should pity this man, but then you remember what he’s done and that thought quickly went away.
“Like usual, a sandwich.” You spoke, holding out the sandwich, but it seems he has no interest in taking it. It upset you when he got like this, like he was trying to starve himself to death. Rick gave you this position to make sure he stays alive, but if he doesn’t eat you failed Rick.
“One of the kids here would love that more than I would, sweetheart.” His grin back, as he sat up on his cot. Still, he isn’t fully getting up to take it. You can’t force him to eat it, but you have to try.
“Negan, just take the sandwich.” You glare at him, hoping your, now, position of power over him will make him listen. Still no sign he’s getting up.
“This can’t get any worse, can it?” He sighed, his gaze went from you to the floor. Again you wanted to pity him, but you just can’t.
“Sure it can, just give me a minute.” The corners of your mouth tugging into a smirk, as you grab your pocket knife. No, you weren’t actually going to do anything, but maybe it will give him a reason to eat.
“God, Darlin’.. Don’t be such a turn on.” It almost sounded like he groaned out the pet name. He finally stood up with that atrocious remark. Smirking the entire way when he grabbed the sandwich from you and returned back to his cot. “Might make me want to live.”
Your eyes closed partly, squinting at him. “You think you’d want to live.. because ‘i’m a turn on’?” You let out a short huff and put your pocket knife away. “You know how stupid that sounds?”
His eyes glanced back up to you, speaking in between slow bites of his food. “Not as stupid as my thoughts, Darlin’. Especially when you’re in them.” He bit his lip, looking you up and down. You almost felt exposed, even when you didn’t specifically do anything.
“Negan, watch your mouth.” You spoke with clear irritation, you almost have a feeling of endearment, if it weren’t for who you were talking to. “and your eyes.”
He let out a chuckle, leaning back in his cot. “My eyes wonder. What can I say, they’re attracted by beauty.” He either found you attractive, and was attempting at flirting, or he was just trying to annoy you.
“I wish I wasn’t messing around when I pulled my knife out.” Your hand found their way to your pockets.
Prompt: “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” // “Can I pick?”
Warning: Negan.
A/N: I don’t know if you guys actually like these silly things I come up with, but i’m trying to get used to writing so i’m starting small so i can get comfy with writing actual one shots and stories! (my posting patterns will be all over the place as i haven’t gotten used to writing yet!)
You had visited Negan, You were in charge of handing him his meals. Throughout the time of you doing so, you had gotten closer to him. He still annoyed you to the end though.
You and Negan were mostly comfortable with each other, you’ve told each other a lot about your life before the apocalypse. While you were there when he was against your community, it almost felt like you befriended him, understood him.
“Hi Negan!” You enter the room holding a tray with his meal, a wide smile spread across your face. You now stood in front of the bars of his cell.
“Hey, Doll.” He replied, standing up and walking towards the bars to stand in front of you. He looked down at the food, a slight smile tugging at his lips, he seems happy with the meal you brought him. “Can’t believe you still bother to feed me.”
You looked up at him and shifted your weight to your opposite foot. “It’s not a bother.. I actually enjoy it. sometimes.” You went over to unlock his cell, You’re meant to cuff him, but after so long you trust he won’t do anything dumb. You still don’t trust him as a person though. Handing him his food and locking it back up.
“Sometimes? Only sometimes?” He snickered as he took the food with pride and set the tray down on his cot, ignoring it as he walked back up to the bars. His right hand went to hold the bar in front of him, leaning over you the best he can.
“Yes sometimes, you’re only okay some days.” You look up at him, the smile on your face still present. “Somedays I can tolerate you, other days I wanna rip your vocal cords out, most days I want to murder you.” Your smile widened as you obviously joked.
He let out yet another laugh. “Damn doll, you’re kinky.” He looked down upon you, his tongue moving to lick over his lower lip, looking down at your own lips. His body weight shifted forward, closer to the bars. “What about right now?” He asked.
Your glance looked down to his lips for a split second before it heads back to his eyes. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” You spoke and set your hand on your hip, tilting your head a little.
“Can I pick?” He asked and bit his lip right after, you knew exactly what he wanted to pick. His behavior making it extremely clear. “Because if I were to pick, I’d want a kiss.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’d like that too much though.” You lick your lips and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Flirting was common between the both of you, most conversations included it.
He bit the inside of his cheek when you licked your lips. “I would.. but don’t you want to make ol’Negan happy?” His eyes fixated on your lips still as he spoke.
You leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he didn’t specify where, and you just felt like teasing him. You smiled and put your hands in your pockets.
“You little shit.” He huffed a laughed and looked at his feet, he was touch-starved and you knew that. So teasing him was so much more fun. He looked up at you with one eye squinted, a scrunched up face showed to you. He liked it, and he didn’t, just as you’d hope.
“Hope you enjoy your weekly affection.” Teasing more. It was wrong to feel this way about him, especially from what’s he’s done, but it honestly felt nice.
“I’d enjoy more affection..” He looked down at his feet again, almost like he was embarrassed about yearning for love. You brought your hand up and rested it over his hand, that was still on the bars. He smiled as you had done this, moving his hand to hold yours, holding each others hands after no longer resting them on the bars.
You shared a smile and a knowing glance. He made you feel happy, and you made him feel happy too.
Prompt: “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”
You were standing in your kitchen, while the saviors were looting Alexandria. This wasn’t their first visit. You were zoned out, deep in thought about what supplies you would lose, and how it will affect your community. You hadn’t even heard Negan enter until he was standing right in front of you, waving his hand in front of your face, gathering your attention.
It startled you, you slightly jumped as you looked up at him. His smirk present as he looked back at you. It already annoyed you that he smirked, while slowly breaking your community. You don’t like him, you never had. Not since your first interaction with him. Your mood ruined just by his presence.
“What made you so deep in thought, sweetheart?” His voice having the tone he always had. It irked you, being called something so peaceful by someone who is definitely not peaceful.
“How fun it would be to see you and your men crumble.” You spat out. Your gaze turning more into a glare. Although Negan doesn’t seem phased, since his smirk was still glued on his face.
“You gotta stop doing that.” Negan spoke, his tongue darting out to lick over his bottom lip. He almost looked pleased with himself.
“What?” You were confused, you didn’t know if he was secretly angry, or if he was messing around. Your eyebrows stitched together; with bewilderment expressed through your features.
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.” Now you were sure he was pleased with himself. He was messing around, and you weren’t sure how to react. His stare now lowered at your lips, he leaned against your island counter.
You were so ready to just smack him right then, right there. “Not interested.” You sneered back. Putting your hands into your pockets, your eyes remanded on his own.
“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it, Darling.” He let an amused breath escape his lips. He clearly enjoyed this, probably not the first time he’s ‘hit’ on someone in Alexandria, most likely not the last.
This irritated you, his goal was mostly likely to get under your skin. Make you think about him at times you wouldn’t want to.
“I don’t think I want to try it, and do not call me darling.”
A/N: Still new to writing, I spent awhile and would enjoy feedback (maybe ideas for more posts?) but i hope you enjoyed!
A/N: OKAY HI! this is my first time posting something on tumblr… actually any reading app publicly! Currently I’ve been obsessed with negan for about a year. so I decided to start with just a short story with a quote I found! I don’t write and would appreciate any kind of advice. harsh or polite. please enjoy.
Warnings: negan, swearing, no pronouns. (for all genders out there who wanna read!)
Prompt: “Could you atleast try to be nice?” // “You’re still breathing. That’s me being fucking nice, asshole.”
It’s been a few weeks since your first encounter with Negan and to say you got at least a little close would be an overstatement. You talk to him sometimes, but he’s more focused on taking your shit and patronizing Rick than talking to you. Not that you like him, or want to talk to him at all.
You went downstairs from your room. You had the plan of getting a glass of water with no bother, but there he was. No other but Negan in your kitchen. You had usually seen him with Rick when entering housing but much to the normal sight, Rick wasn’t following him.
You cleared your throat just to let him know you were there, not genuinely caring and still being thirsty. “Well good morning to you too!” His voice booming with his usual jolly-ness. That stupid grin he always had, although you’d never like to admit you noticed it everytime you see him.
“Yeah.” Was all your boredom could muster up, grabbing one of the only glasses you have left from the cupboard and heading over to your sink.
“Could you at least try to be nice?” Negan had spoken up again. You weren’t looking directly but from your peripheral his grin had faltered. You weren’t nice to him, why would you be? he killed your friends.
“You’re still breathing. That’s me being fucking nice, asshole.” You said it not looking at him, swearing was one thing, but swearing when talking to Negan? It definitely made you nervous if you or anyone else would get punished for it.
Yet his grin was back, when you looked up at him to see his reaction for the swears that slipped out.
“You know what, I like you. What a fucking badass you are.” He basically had praised you for calling him an asshole. He’s never clear on what breaks his boundaries. At least you don’t think anyone is getting in trouble for your mistake.
