Babygirl | Negan x Reader
warnings: neganâs profanity, eventual smut, dialogue from the ending of issue #114 & spoilers from 7x08
a/n: since i was starting to like negan i decided to make a fic about him for my fellow negan lovers out there! ending is fucking lame ik. inspired by negan himself, neganâs thirst squad & a post with the words âneganâs assholeâ
The fresh aroma of cooking meat filled her senses and she instantly walked over to the pan that had been settled on the crackling embers of the fire, its warm light softly illuminating the tents in the Sanctuary and the walking shadowed figures of the Saviors. She eyed the sizzling meat hungrily, her mouth watering and her stomachâs growling echoing.
Since the stove inside her trailer had abruptly stopped working for the time being, Y/N was forced to cook her food out where the others can see. It wasnât like she was complaining, the reason on why she had to go outside when it was freezing cold was food, so she will obviously know better than to complain.
She had set out a fire nearby the place where some people usually do their laundry in, so there were barely any people passing by, although she had gathered some of the passerbysâ weird galnces, but she couldnât honestly give a fuck. As she used a little fork she found in the pantry earlier that day to flop the deer meat she had from the pan to her plate, she put down the fork on somewhere clean and began to separate the meat by strip with her fingers.
She preferred to eat with her hands instead of using clean utensils, growing up as a hunter half of your life had its perks. The delicious meat had seriously been inches away from her lips when she heard a loud bellow of her name. She groaned loudly, turned to where she had heard the sound and breathed deeply, trying to restrain herself from lashing out to whoever that was, because honestly, the last thing she needs is someone trying to bother her when she just so badly wanted to eat in peace.
She had a horrible day, although it was highly rare for someone to have a good day nowadays. But with seeing two of Rick Grimesâ people getting murdered right in front of her eyes seemed to have crossed the line multiple times, but that wasnât the end of everything. Rosita had accidentally shot Lucille, intending to shoot Negan but Lucille had gotten in the way. And ever since then, on the way back to the Sanctuary, Y/Nâs car boomed with Neganâs infuriated complains and pure profanity, and it had irratated Y/N greatly and only fueled her burning hatred for the Sanctuaryâs leader. She almost swerved the car into a tree because her arms were trembling, and her eyes were twitching as Negan kept complaining and complaining.
When they came back, Y/N helped unload the truck. As she was carrying a heavy crate of what seemed to be a shit ton of ammunation, the nails had to loosen and everything just had to drop on the ground. Negan basically lashed out, pushed her against the truck roughly that she had bruises on her hips afterwards, held her there as he shouted out whatever irrelevant thing he had in his mind, pushed her harder on the truckâs edge that it really began to hurt, sighed heavily, and walked away from the group, probably off to vent off his frustrations by fucking one of his wives.
And then Y/N just had to let Amber cook on her stove that morningâ she was extremely groggy and didnât know and remember half of what she had saidâ so that led to the stove being broken when Y/N turned it on to cook her dinner. She had assumed Amber had fucked up with cooking her food there somehow.
She flopped her plate down and walked towards the staircase where she heard the bellow, hunting knife in hand. They had multiple intruders before, and she had almost been killed before, so it was natural of her to carry a precaution.
When she turned around, she felt somebody pass behind her and she instantly whipped around and struck the knife out in a slashing motion. She immediately dropped the knife when she saw that it was Dwight, and held her hands to her mouth.
Dwight looked down at his stomach, as though searching for his supposed spilled intestines scattered on the floor, yet no blood was spilt since he had dodged right in time. Y/N kept her hands on her mouth, and gave out multiple muffled apologies.
âNah, itâs fine,â shrugged Dwight, âIâm fine, Y/N. Donât worry about it.â
âHoly shit,â breathed Y/N, hands now propped on her hip. âSo⌠were you the one who called me or is it some shithead out there?â He nodded and she narrowed her eyes. âJesus Christ, Dwight. You could have just walked up behind me and spoke to me in that way. So, what is it? This better be more important than my dinner.â
Dwight rolled his eyes at her sudden change at demeanor, âNegan ordered me to take you to his office. He said thereâs something important that he wanted to say.â
âFucking fuck,â she said breathlessly, she began to walk towards the staircase leading to Neganâs office with Dwight following right behind her. âIs this about that stupid-ass accident that happened this afternoon? Thatâs fucking stupid as fuck. It didnât explode on my face, right? He better be thankful that Iâm still restraining myself from kicking him on the balls.â She turned around the corner and saw the door leading to Neganâs office approaching. âBesides, he shouldnât be frustrated at me anymore. I mean, he couldâve fucked Amber senselessly, so his frustration is probably gone,â she spoke venomously, rolling her eyes. âHe has wives to take care of him.â
Dwight snorted, and fixed his gaze to the ground, âYou sound quite jealous. Please donât tell me you like Negan?â
âMotherfuck, no,â Y/N laughed, shaking her head. âI mean, itâs been three years that Iâve lived in here, or so it seems⌠have you seen me trying to make a move on him? Ever since he asked me to become his wife, I hated him, and Iâll be damned if that ever changes.â
It was true. Her hatred for Negan had increased greatly when he asked her to be one of his wives, and although it had sounded like a great offer (she had heard that if you become one his wives, you donât have to work for points at all, and you can sleep in your own room and eat your own food without sharing), it just wonât work out. Y/N didnât like having Negan sleep with other women behind her back, she didnât like sharing her with them, even if it is an apocalypse and rules and apparent loyalty arenât quite applicable anymore.
She had been found by Dwight, Simon and Arat a few years back. When they met, she was at the brink of death with her stomach aching and throat drying, but the Sanctuaryâs doctor had nursed her back to health. Ever since then, the four had grown close together and had a friendly bond between them. Y/N, after showing Negan what sheâs capable of doing, became a high ranking Savior whilst living in the Sanctuary for three straight weeks, being the first one to become a high ranker in a short period of time.
There were other reasons why she hated him. His barbaric ways were an example. Y/N had witnessed him bash inside innocent skulls with his baseball wrapped on barbed wire which he named Lucille multiple times. He had once mentioned that it was the only way of keeping things under control. His arrogance made her blood boil as well. He enjoyed egging on her so much that she almost killed him right there and then by stabbing him, or doing something more inhumane. His stupid fucking decisions also egged her on further than comfort, he always decided to take the route to where theyâll lose more of their soldiers than mandatory. Y/N always withstands her opinions and decisions against Neganâs, and the fact that he canât begrudgingly acknowledge that her opinions and decisions are right fueled so much tension between them.
But there was something between them. Something more than resent and frustrationâ sexual tension. It had started when Y/N was simply walking tp the cafeteria for breakfast one morning that it happened. All of a sudden, she passed by him and he said, in a normal fucking tone, âGood morning, babygirl.â Y/N stopped in her tracks, making her shoes squeak by the abrupt force, and turned to meet his fixated gaze at her, cheeks flushed and fingers trembling. It had been the most embarassing thing that happened, and to this day, Y/N still grimaced by remembering anything. So, it started right there. Negan had started teasing her by running a hand down her thigh one time, but she never did anything back because she was afraid to look like she gave in into his trap.
âI doubt you actually hate him,â laughed Dwight, and he wincdd slightly when Y/N punched him on the arm firmly. âThat hurts, Y/N. Anyway, stop trying to change the topic, you fucking like Negan. Whatâs getting in the way?â
âAnd what the fuck do you mean by âwhatâs getting in the wayâ?â
âOf you saying it to him? That you like him?â
âDo grow up, Dwight,â muttered Y/N through gritted teeth. They stopped when Y/N touched the doorknob. âHonestly,â she whispered. âI donât like him, but if there is something or someone getting in way, Iâll let you know.â
Of course, she knew it was a lie. They hate each other, thatâs a fucking fact, but she secretly liked him. She secretly liked how he teased her because she knew she can tease back, but held onto herself. She always told herself to hate him, but how could she hate a man that sheâs been liking for three years? And yes, thereâs something getting in the wayâ his wives. As mentioned before, Y/N doesnât like sharing. She was forced to share her things in her camp before, and she was everything but thankful when she did. His wives were getting in the way, if he wanted her to become his wife, then he better get rid of the others. She wants him to herself.
As she turned the doorknob, the room, which probably had been noisy, grown silent when Dwight and Y/N walked in. Y/N looked around and saw most of the high ranking Saviors, Simon and Arat included. She quickly dispersed from Dwight with a nod, and went to the very front of the small crowd.
Negan was sitting behind his desk as usual, holding a damaged Lucille. He had a self-righteous smirk tugging the end of his lips that made Y/N sick to the bone. Sometimes, he really looked sadistic and arrogant.
âAs most of you know,â he started, the ringing silence beginning to disperse, âweâre the big swinging dick in this worldâ have been for a long fucking time⌠but it seems people are forgetting that.â Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. Fucking great, she isnât going to be punished. âSo, now our big swinging dick is going to swing harderâŚâ Negan continued, eyeing Y/N as she narrowed her eyes back at him, âand faster, until we take off like a motherfucking helicopter and blow all these motherfuckers away.â
The room had grown exceptionally quiet when he stopped talking. Everybody seemed to misunderstand the concept because of his stupid profanity. Negan sighed deeply after watching his people look around cluelessly, pinched the bridge of his nose and uttered, âWeâre going to war.â
Y/N balled her hands into fists as everybody dispersed from the room except from her. She couldâve humiliated him in front of everybody, in front of his very people right there and thenâ yet she didnât do it. She the audacity to do so, yet she didnât do it.
She walked right to the desk, unballed her right hand, and slapped Neganâs face. The sound vibrated off the walls and boomed throughout the whole room, Y/N didnât regret doing it though, he deserved it. Y/N saw a wicked smirk emerging from Neganâs lips and she slammed her hands on the table.
âWhat the actual fuck were you thinking?!â she shouted furiously. âA war? A fucking war? You could kill most of your people, youâre the fucking leader and youâre leading these people right through their deaths, fuckâs sake. They have families too, you know!â
Negan slammed his hands on his desk as well, standing up. âYouâre not the one whoâs in charge here, little girl,â he muttered, walking around the desk and wlaking towards her until she almost stumbled on the carpet, her back inches away from the wall, âI suggest you shut the fuck up, babygirl.â
âWhat if I donât want to?!â she roared in his face. Her cheeks were flushed, not because she was so angry at him, but because he called her âbabygirlâ again. She heard him grit his teeth and she heard the leather in his fingers make that disgusting sound because he was squeezing them together too tight. âDonât you know how stupid your decisions are? Killing people so you can be fucking dominant. Planning a war. Being barbaric. Youâre scaring people, Negan. Arenât they scared enough?â Now she was gritting her teeth as she felt his hand squeeze her hip tightly. âYou know Iâm fucking right, asshole. A war isnât going to fix everything. Just say it,â she provoked, egging him further, âsay that Iâm fucking right.â
Her back hit the wall as he pinned her against it roughly. His mouth collided with hers and as she kissed back desperately and wrapped her legs around his waist hastily, she knew there will be bruises around her mouth later on. His lips tasted of scotch and blood, a combination that drove her crazy.
He pulled away, breathless as he kept his hands fixed on her hips, âFuck you,â he panted, as she breathed heavily, his scent purely of metallic blood and an unknown perfume intoxicating the room. âYouâre right. Youâre fucking right.â
âI know,â she said breathlessly as she held on his shoulders, the tension growing tigher by every second, âFuck you, too.â She moaned as he pushed her against the wall again and collided his lips with hers again with his tongue as a bonus. When she pulled away after what felt like an eternity, she didnât get the ability to speak because Negan carried her to his desk, swiping all of the materials on it with a swift move of his arm.
âI want you get to rid of them,â she whispered when he pressed his forehead against hers. âYour wives. I love you, Negan. I want to be yours, and yours only.â
âI love you too, but⌠you know I canât do that, baby.â
Y/N swallowed hard and looked at him straight in the eyes. âYou love meâŚâ she purred sweetly into his shoulder, fingers tracing patterns on his chest and she heard him suck in a breath when she moved her lips close to his neck. She chuckled, the vibration causing Negan to press his body against hers. âYou want me, right?â
Negan nodded, and she couldnât believe it. Gosh, heâs so vulnerable right now. She could take him right here, but she knew she had to do more than go to the action right away. She moved her lips closer to his ear, pressing a kiss to his neck in the process, and then whispered, âThen get rid of them.â
He looked back at her. Her aggression was turning him on more, and he smirked before nodding. âYouâre fucking playing hard to get, I see,â he muttered, cupping her cheeks with his large hands before kissing her again. âItâs a fucking turn-on, babygirl.â
She moaned again, pressing her body to hisâ a sign that she wnated him to take her right here. She wanted him now or sheâll explode. âYouâre getting turned on with this, baby?â chuckled Negan, making her moan in response. âYou are. You want me, baby? Right now? Right here?â
âYes! Fucking yes, Negan!â she shouted, thinking that this is what Negan wanted. His shallow breaths was a response that he indeed wanted her to beg, but goodness gracious, he never knew sheâll be this hot when she begsâ eyes closed, mouth open. Fuck everything. Heâs so turned on right now, he wouldnât even care if someone walked in on them, be it one of his wives or not.
But he knew he needed to tease her more further, sheâs done that in the past years without knowing it, her simple existence turned him on more than his wives ever could, âYou like me calling you âbabygirlâ, huh?â
âY-Yes,â she panted, moaning once more. âPlease.â
He smirked again. âI should call you babygirl more often.â he said, before carrying her to his bedroom which was connected to his office, and giving her the best night of her life that no deer meat could ever give.
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