ok i have an idea for something and i've started writing it but i want to hear from you guys before i really get sucked in
what if negan was the one that found omega and not aaron and eric? now this would be non-canon considering that impeachment has already been written
what do you guys think?
hell yeah! let's see what negan and omega get up to
no fucking way, stay in the canon
Voting ended onApr 3, 2024
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Warnings: language, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, true mates, age gap (undefined), pregnant omega, possessive Negan, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, nesting, angst, protective Negan & father, mentions of an armistice, kidnapped reader, violence, blood, character's death, murder
A/N: Y/F/N = your father’s name
<< Catch up here
It’s six months into your pregnancy that you are finally allowed to visit your father outside of Negan’s territory. He and your father agreed on an armistice to make sure your father can see you again.
Now you nervously sit in a car driving you toward your father’s territory. Negan wasn’t allowed to come with you so, he sent his most trusted man, Simon to protect you.
“We will go in. You can see your father and talk to him. Negan gives you two hours. Not a minute longer. We need to drive back before dusk,” you silently nod. Simon is no one to mess with, you got that already. “I need to hear it.”
“I got it, Simon. Negan wants to keep me, and his pup safe,” you run your hand over your swollen belly. “I won’t risk my baby’s life. Omegas are very protective when it comes to their pups.”
“I know you are not stupid, girl. I just needed to make sure it’s important to follow Negan’s rules to keep you and the baby safe. I will protect you at all costs, but we can only keep you safe if you play by the rules.”
You don’t like Simon nor his attitude but for the sake of your child, you will try to not go all angry omega at him.
“How much longer?” you glance out of the window of the car, sighing. The omega in you wants to go back to your nest and curl in Negan’s side. Your father, though, deserves to see you after he agreed to an armistice. “I hope dad is not angry at me.”
“Why would he?” Simon grumbles. He would’ve preferred to go with Negan and rough Rick’s group up a little. “He’s your father and loves you. Your father is one of the few lucky ones still having his family around.”
“We lost mom and my big brother. Grandma too,” you sniffle. “That’s why he’s so overprotective over me. He already lost so much. I know everyone lost people, but dad he just…keeping the people we found save keeps him going.”
“We are almost there,” the driver says. He wants to slow the car down as bullets hit the car. You shriek as Simon pushes you down onto the seat and covers your body with his. “Stay down.”
You don’t know the man’s name, but the driver knows yours. He almost chants it as he prays, he won’t get you killed. Everyone knows Negan would rip him apart if you don’t make it back safely.
“Y/N, you need to stay down, okay,” Simon yells as more gunshots hit the car. “It’s a bulletproof hammer, but you need to duck your head.”
“Look what we got here,” one of your attackers hits the poor driver with his gun, you whimper, as you hear his cheekbone break.
“Let the girl go,” you glance at Simon kneeling next to you, “you’ve got no clue what you just did. You made sure Negan’s wrath will come over you.”
“Oh, we got Negan’s little whore,” the man sneers at Simon’s words. “I bet he’ll do anything to get her back. A pity he won’t get her back.”
“I don’t know who you are,” Simon spits blood onto the ground, eyes never leaving the leader’s face, “but I’m telling you this only once. Let the girl go and Negan won’t flay you alive. Be smart and give up right now.”
“Gentlemen, look at that smartass,” the leader sneers while aiming the gun at the driver’s head. “How about this?” turning your head as the leader shoots the driver you start to cry. The gunshot makes your ears ring, and you fear, that Simon won’t be able to keep you safe.
“That was your second mistake,” you sniffle as Simon doesn’t even flinch when the leader hits him with the gun too. “And that was your third mistake. Negan will find you and kill every soul involved in this nonsense.”
“Ezekiel, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to kidnap Y/F/N’s daughter. We didn’t know she’s Negan’s omega,” one of your attackers says. He doesn’t want to die only as Ezekiel wants to take over your father’s camp and piss Negan off.
“I don’t fucking care about your opinion, Jack,” Ezekiel growls, now aiming the gun at Jack’s head. “We’ve got the chance to take over Y/F/N’s and Negan’s camp. I won’t miss the chance to bring them both down.”
“We’ve got like twenty men and even fewer guns. Negan got an army, and we don’t want to talk about her daddy. Let’s just run and hide before they find out we kidnapped the girl,” another man hastily says. He looks around the area, afraid someone is already lurking in the dark to attack them out of nowhere.
“Get her into the car, and bring that bastard too,” Ezekiel looks down at Simon, smirking darkly. “Maybe he’ll be useful after all. Someone must deliver our message…”
“How could you let this happen, Simon?” Negan is out of it. He spits while talking, eyes glued to Simon kneeling in front of him, awaiting his end.
"Negan, stop blaming your man,” your father holds Negan back. “They killed all of your men. How could one man keep her safe? We need to focus on the man holding my daughter hostage.”
“You mean my pregnant omega,” your alpha growls. He clutches your scarf to his chest, ready to rip anyone touching one hair on your head apart. “Tell me what happened, Simon.”
“It was an easy trip. No walkers around, no enemies. We were almost there when the driver told us to duck our heads. Bullets hit the car and we got lucky that it was a bulletproof car,” Simon will take his punishment like a man. He looks up at Negan to tell them what happened to you. “We didn’t have much of a choice after they got a rocket launcher out. The leader threatened to use it. So…”
“You decided to give up,” Negan huffs. “Coward.”
“Negan, can you shut up for a moment?” your father tuts. “Let the man speak for once. We need to know more to save my honeybun.”
“Again, you mean my omega.”
“I got out first, telling Y/N to stay inside the car. I gave her my gun, hoping they won’t find her,” Simon continues. “Our driver, Jason. He left the car too, a brave man. That bastard shot him in the head, right in front of Y/N.”
“Why did Y/N leave the car too?” your alpha asks. “Simon? Did she do anything stupid?”
“I closed the door behind me and told the leader that only I and Jason were in the car,” Negan’s right-hand man says. “I-they knew Y/N was with us, Negan. They wanted to get hold of Y/F/N’s daughter. The man’s name is Ezekiel.”
“Ezekiel,” Negan nods knowingly. “I heard of that crazy bastard. He calls himself King Ezekiel or called himself so until his kingdom fell. Rumors say he had a tiger too.”
“Ezekiel, I heard that name before. A few of my people got killed lately. One of them made it back, telling me that the group attacking my people said they are doing it for a man called Ezekiel,” your father tiredly runs his hand down his face. “A dangerous man wanting to take over another kingdom, or two.”
“I will take him apart. Piece by piece. If he laid hands on my girl, he’ll die,” Negan grits his teeth. “Now tell us what the bastard wants, Simon.”
“Look at our hostage, already getting comfortable,” you growl at your kidnapper, slapping his hand away as he tries to touch your round belly. “A pregnant omega. We will keep her after this is done. I like me an obedient little thing.”
“If you try to touch me again, I’ll tell Negan what you did. He will split your skull with his bat, but before he does so, he’ll hurt you so bad you’ll cry for your mommy,” Ezekiel grins down at you, but backpaddles as you snarl at him. He can’t hurt you now. Not before he got what he wanted. “You will die slow and painful for killing his men, my driver, and kidnapping his omega.”
Gunshots wake you from your restless slumber on the thin blanket they offered to you to sleep on in the woods. You blink your eyes open, immediately cowering to protect your baby.
“Y/N!” you whimper when you recognize your alpha’s voice. “OMEGA!”
Screams and gunshots pierce through the air, but you only focus on Negan’s voice. “HERE!” you cry while crawling toward a nearby tree. “ALPHA!”
“Doll,” you scent him before you feel his arms wrap around you. While people scream and fight around you, Negan takes his time to look you all over. “I’ve got you. Let me get you out of here, doll.”
Blood, gunpowder, and dirt cover his clothes, face, and hands but you couldn’t care less. You hide your face in his neck to scent your alpha.
“Negan,” your father runs toward you, shooting a man on his way to defend you and your unborn baby. “Simon, Dwight, and my men are close behind. Ezekiel was able to run, though.”
“What about the others?” Negan carefully picks you up in bridal style. “Y/F/N, are the others dead?”
“We captured two, the others are dead,” your father confirms. “We should bring Y/N to your place. It’s closer and she needs a rest.”
“You’re safe, baby doll,” Negan noses his way up and down your neck. “Your alpha is here, and your father too. He and his people will join us here and share their resources with us. I don’t like sharing my position, but we’ve got a new enemy and must work together.”
After he brought you back home, and you fell asleep he had a long and fruitful conversation with your father. They now decided on working together to find Ezekiel. He’s still on the run and Negan can’t wait to keep his hands on him to rip the monster apart.
“Alpha,” you turn around to hide your face in Negan’s chest. “I knew you would come, Negan. I told that asshole so. You will kill that bastard slow, right? He shot the poor driver. I want him dead.”
Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.
Warnings: soft smut. probably poorly written. body insecurity. swearing. ~breeding~
A/N: GODS IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I'm not even going to lie i completely forgot about this with all the work i have lmao. i'm so sorry if this is awful
The reveal actually wasn't as bad as I was expecting. When Negan and I sat Rick down at the dinner table two days after we first bonded, the first emotion on his face was surprised confusion. He had no idea that his daughter was getting her back blown out by the guy who he called his friend. After careful explaining, and a not-so-subtle threat by Rick, everything was fine. I went back to Colorado the next week and everything was great. Until the symptoms i was dreading began to consume my body. One positive pregnancy test later and Negan was on the first flight out to my school. His work was surprisingly understanding. Negan and I spent the year finding an apartment, preparing for the arrival of our first kid (likely of many), and trying to figure out a schedule that would allow me to rest as well as finish my final year. Somehow, it all worked out.
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I stood in the bathroom, locking eyes with myself in the mirror. I tried to remember the last time I didn't have deep purple bags under my eyes. Finals week was sucking the soul out of me. I hadn't showered in days, let alone get enough sleep. I closed my eyes and rubbed my face as Negan walked in.
"The boys are down." He hummed, wrapping his arms around my midsection and burying his face into the crook of my neck. "Benji kept biting Austin's toes, but stopped after he got kicked in the face. Took a bit to calm him, but they're sleepin' like logs now." I snorted with amusement. Twins were the last thing we were expecting when we found out we were expecting. Negan had promised to take care of me and whatever pups we had; and he had been keeping his promise spectacularly.
"Baby," he asked. I grunted in response. "I love you, so much, but you really stink." I rested my head back on his shoulder.
"I thought you liked the way I smelled." I smiled.
"I do, when you're all hot and bothered for me. But after a week, you start to smell a bit too ripe."
"I'm sorry." I sighed, turning to face him. I put my hands on his cheeks. He closed his eyes and melted into my touch. "I'm too exhausted to do anything."
"Let me help you." He proposed quietly "I'll do all the work, you just gotta stand there and look pretty."
After stepping into the shower, I instinctively covered my chest and crossed my legs.
"None of that." Negan scolded gently, moving my arms with his large hands. "I know you've been struggling since the twins' birth." I subconsciously lowered my hands to my stomach. It was true. The stretch marks hadn't gone away. Neither had the extra pudge that came with carrying twins. "Listen to me, omega." Negan commanded, rubbing soap up and down my belly "I don't give a fuck what you think, but you are the most gorgeous woman I could ever ask for. You might see an ugly aftermath, but you're forgetting what those stretch marks represent." He lathered my chest and breasts with soap. "You carried my babies. Mine. Ours. That's what we did. I sure as hell could never have done that. All those mornings where I had to hold your hair back and the times where I lotioned you up so much that you could have slid along the ground. Those were shitty. But you did it. You are a fucking goddess. And I love you so much." He ended his speech by turning me around and giving me a peck on the forehead. As he massaged shampoo into my hair I ran over his words in my head. It sure as hell wasn't easy. But Austin and Benji were proof of our bond, our love, and I was so damn proud of it.
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The night took a very different turn after the water shut off. Negan picked me up and set me on the counter, spreading my knees before standing between my legs. He pumped a glob of lotion into his palm and began to run his hands up my legs. Slowly. Carefully. All while maintaining eye contact with me. He began to kiss my neck.
"I love this fucking body so damn much" Negan muttered, littering my chest with loving bites and licks. I could only groan at his words. His hands glided up to my hips, pinning me down to the cold marble counter top. I cupped his face in my hands and met his lips in a fiery kiss. His mouth moved to my cheek, down my neck, to my shoulder. I shuddered as he pulled away with a puff of air to my chest. Negan brought his hands up to my breasts. Gently. Reverently. Ogling them as if they might disappear when he blinked.
"You know why I love your body so much?" He hummed, kissing down my navel, stopping just before his mouth attached to the area I needed him the most.
I whined, both in annoyance and curiosity. He stood up straight. Somehow, I hadn't noticed that he had dropped his boxers to his feet. His cock stood tall, eager to enter my warm, wet cunt. He opened my legs wider and positioned himself right before my entrance. Negan leaned in close and licked the shell of my ear before whispering:
"Because I can pump it full of our babies."
With that, he thrusted into me, grunting with the force. I had to bite back a howl of ecstacy, biting into the shoulder of my mate. He growled into my neck, mouthing over the site of my bite. As his hips pistoned in and out of my core, he continued to mutter to me.
"I'm gonna breed you. Fuck, you're gonna be so round with my pups." I couldn't bring myself to answer, only clench around him. "Oh yea? You like that? I can feel the way you're squeezin' me. Tryin' to milk me of everything I've got?"
The head of his cock pushed against my walls, nudging against the spot that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. Only he could make me feel this way. And the bastard knew it. When I was able to compose myself for enough time to open my eyes, Negan wore the most self-satisfied smirk I had ever seen. He grabbed onto my hips and thrusted at a new, better angle. I could tell he was getting close, his pace beginning to become irregular.
"Shit, baby," he huffed, blinking a drop of sweat out of his eye "come with me. Come on me."
And I did. In a joint cry that could've been mistaken for pain if you were listening from the outside, we reached our delicious peaks together, reveling in the way we spasmed against each other. Negan held me in his arms, slowly moving in and out as he worked us through our highs. After my orgasm faded and I took a deep breath, my limbs began to feel heavy.
"Sorry I ruined shower time, I'm all dirty now." I laughed softly, stifling a yawn.
"What are you talking about?" Negan asked, tilting his head. He hoisted me up, carrying me bridal style and laying me gently on our bed. He kissed me on the forehead. "You've always been my dirty girl."
Author’s Note: Written for Lisa @ne-gans for her birthday challenge. Prompt is in bold
Summary: Omegas have always been rare, but after the world falls to the dead, they are practically nonexistent. Y/n has her pick of alphas at the Sanctuary, but there's only one she wants.
Pairing: Alpha!Negan x Omega!Reader
Word count: 5650
Story Warnings: 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! A/B/O dynamics, knotting sex, marking, Negan being an asshole
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Omegas were always rare and treasured beings before the Apocalypse but after? After the deadies took the earth, Omegas practically went the way of the dodo bird. I haven't scented another Omega in two years. Alphas are a different story. Alphas are genetically engineered for survival. Alphas are everywhere now and the stench of them permeates the air more than the smell of the dead some days.
I travel alone. Used to be the worst thing an omega could do was travel alone, but now? Being small, being fast, it saves me. I stay under the radar. The dead never mess with me, the alphas never notice me. I'm a ghost.
As long as I don't run out of suppressants, I'm fine. Which is how I ended up picking through a pharmacy in Virginia. I get my hands on a box of suppressants and turn to throw them in my bag, but the door opens and a trio of men block the exit. Two alphas and a beta. They can't scent me yet. I'm covered in guts from the deadies I cut down on my way in. I toss the box to the floor and hope they don't notice what it is.
"Now, look what we have here. A thief, trying to take Negan's pharmaceuticals."
"I didn't know this place was anybody's territory. I wasn't trying to steal anything. I'll just...I'll just be on my way and-"
My heart leaps into my throat as the front man bends down and picks up the box. His eyes jump to my face, his nostrils flare as he tries to figure out my status. "These for you, sweetheart?"
"N-no! My friend, h-he didn't want to leave camp." Maybe if they think the omega's a male…
"Why don't you take us to your camp?" the alpha in the back speaks up. "We can help your friend. We got all kinds of medicine. It's just been stockpiled since we don't got any omegas to use it on."
Okay, that backfired. They're getting closer to me. Shit.
"Come on, sweetheart," the first says.
My heart is pounding. I'm sweating. They're gonna scent me.
"I knew it! Knew I smelled something sweet under all those ghoul guts!" The first one grabs me, buries his face in my neck. I fight him, fists and nails and teeth when he gets his arm close enough to my face.
His friends rush to restrain me, and I kick at them.
"Tell me I am not seein' what I think I am fuckin' seein' right now!"
The drawling shout causes the assailants to stiffen and pull back to look at the speaker and I can see him too. Tall, salt and pepper hair and beard, black leather jacket, holding a baseball bat. He's alpha, too, but his scent is strong and it doesn't smell horrible. Like a manly musk, an expensive cologne.
I use their distraction as an opportunity to headbutt the front man and scramble away from them all. "Boss, she's omega," the other alpha says like it explains away everything.
"I haven't seen an omega since before the world went to shit, let alone been inside one!" Front man says.
"And you think that gives you the right to just take what you need from 'er without askin', huh?" He shakes his head in disappointment and sighs. "Go load up the truck. When we get back, the three of you are gonna get a refresher course in consent, get me?"
It's their turn to scramble away. I stand and grab my bag. "I didn't know this was your territory. I put it back. Can I just go?"
He adjusts his grip on the baseball bat, drops it to tap the ground. "What's your name, princess?"
"I'm not your princess," I snap.
He just smiles and steps closer to me. Just a step, but I counter with a step backward. "I'm Negan. This here's Lucille," he says, lifting the bat. I can see there's barbed wire wrapped around 'her'. She's got blood on her too and I hope it's deady blood. "Those knotheads lacking manners are Jarvis, Mike and Tony. Now, it'd be goddamn polite of you to tell me your name."
I try to swallow down my nerves. "Y/n."
"Y/n." He says my name like it's...sweet. He bends down and picks up the box of suppressants. "You need these?"
Of course I need them! I'm three days from a heat if I don't get suppressants in my system.
"It's fine. I don't need anything. Just let me-" I lie, but he holds the box out to me. When I don't grab it, he shakes it at me.
"Take 'em. Last thing I want is for some dead asshole to get his fucking teeth in you while you're incapacitated with heat."
I reach out and snatch them out of his hand before he can change his mind. "Thank you." I shove them in my bag and yank the zipper.
"So, how long you been traveling alone, Y/n?" he asks, stepping back from me. He's giving me space. Weird.
"Who says I'm traveling alone?" I ask.
"You don't have a fuckin' mark on your neck or a ring on your finger. You probably figured out real quick that small, fast, and quiet work in your favor in the new world, but that shit only works solo, doesn't it?"
He's smarter than he looks. "Beginning. Since the beginning."
"Before the bombs?" he asks.
"About the time my mom tried to eat my face," I answer, shortly.
"Damn!" He laughs. It's loud and sends a chill down my spine that settles in my cunt. "You're one tough bitch, ain't'cha? Been runnin' it by yourself since day fuckin' one!"
"I'm a woman who doesn't like being called a 'bitch'," I say, looking away from him. "Why does it matter how long I've been alone? I'm doing all right alone."
"Yeah, you're doing all right for now. But what happens when you can't find suppressants? Just gonna hole up somewhere and hope for the best?"
My heart hammers at the thought, but I keep my facial expression steady. "I'll figure it out. I always do."
“We got years worth of those pills back at my Sanctuary. You’d never have to scavenge for them again.”
I shake my head. “The last thing I need is to be taken off to some compound full of men like-”
“My men are better than that. They don’t take what doesn’t belong to them...and I’m gonna remind them of that when we get back,” he says. He steps closer and this time I don’t step back.
“H-how are you gonna do that?”
He smirks. “Well, the two that held you down, I’m thinkin’ they don’t need their hands anymore. And the one sporting the bite marks won’t be able to cry over never poppin’ his knot in an omega again if he doesn’t have a knot to pop.” My eyes go wide. He’s gonna castrate him? “You come with, you can see them get what they deserve.”
I lick my lips. “I wanna help.”
He laughs. “You can do whatever you want, Y/n.”
“And you’ll give me suppressants?” I ask, nervously.
He grimaces slightly. “The ones in your bag are yours to keep, but if you come back with me...you’ll have to earn next month’s pills.”
“Earn? I’m not-”
“Everyone has a job at the Sanctuary, almost everyone works for points. Points buy your meds, your food, your supplies. Just like money used to.”
“‘Almost’ everyone works for points?” I ask.
“My wives are taken care of, and my men,” he answers and I roll my eyes.
“Wives. Of course an alpha like you has a harem.”
“An alpha like me? Nah, there ain’t nobody like me but me,” he says as we start to leave the pharmacy. “Now, we got openings in Laundry and Produce. Which seems more your style?”
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Laundry is where I end up. After a very public punishment wherein I took a machete to Jarvis’ wrists and Negan took a hatchet to everything else, he had someone set me up with a bed and I took the job in the laundry.
It’s hard to keep afloat. Living costs more points than I can make. I’m working fourteen hour days, barely eating because I can't afford the pills and food. But at least I don't have to worry about the dead. Or finding suppressants.
Negan checks on me at least once a week. Usually finds me in the laundry depot in the middle of the night. Seems like the only time he has to socialize is the middle of the night.
He generally keeps about five feet of distance between us, but that doesn't do anything to help the fact that his scent gets in my head. It's so potent, I can tell which laundry is his without looking at the contents of the basket.
"You get any of those strawberries they harvested last week?" he asks, leaning against a washing machine and watching me fold.
"Couldn't afford them. I'm living on canned Lima beans."
"Shee-it. My wives went nuts on 'em…'cept Jocelyn 'cause she's allergic."
I always roll my eyes at the mention of his wives. A harem of betas, all dressed in tight and revealing dresses, just waiting around to be used by him. It's like they've signed up to be surrogate omegas...but none of them can really give him what he needs. None of them can take him completely. No wonder he needs so many of them. He must destroy them when his ruts hit. None of them have the physical ability to take a knot, to handle a rutting alpha. Not the way I do.
"I'm sure they loved them," I say, dismissively.
"You coulda loved 'em too if you married me." It's not the first time he's suggested it. He's not pushy about it, always says it with this air of amusement like he can't imagine why I keep saying 'no'. Everything he's offering, I'd be a fool to say 'no'.
But I guess I'm a fool, because I just can't see myself earning some creature comforts through sex. Not after surviving by myself for so long. Not after all of it, all the things I endured. I'd rather work my ass off than let him work my ass.
"I think you got more than enough wives, sir. If you aren't satisfied by now, maybe you should get the Doc to look at you," I say, sliding a basket of folded laundry down the table and reaching to grab the next.
"I got a perfectly healthy libido for a man my age, princess. And you're fucking right, I got enough wives, but wouldn't it be something to have a fuckin' mate again?" He's suddenly behind me, pressed against my back and my whole body heats up. His scent envelops me, he's warm and hard muscles pressing into me. I drop my hands to the tabletop and bite my lip. "A pretty little omega who smells like sweet fuckin' sin, who could take my knot and give me pups. Wouldn't that be amazing?" His breath cascades across my neck as he grabs the basket I was reaching for and pulls it in front of me before stepping away. "It's your fucking choice, of course, Y/n."
"You're just reminding me that the option is there, right?" I say, pushing through my flustered reaction to start folding the new basket.
"Right."
"Well, I'll keep it in mind." And I will. I think about him all the time. His smile, his scent, the charisma in how he carries himself, the way he talks to me. I've talked myself out of becoming one of his wives more times than I can count. But I'm a stubborn fool, working myself to the bone to survive at the Sanctuary.
And then the sole of my shoe comes loose. Just buying a mostly-gone roll of duct tape to hold it together is too much. By the end of the month, despite working eighteen hour days on several occasions, I don't have enough points for my pills.
My mind starts down the spiralling dark path. There are three dozen alphas at the Sanctuary. One omega. One omega about to go into heat because her stupid ass couldn't earn her suppressants. I'll be a lust-sick mess in two days, the alphas with the least amount of control will have sniffed me out before then, maybe I'd have better luck outside of the Sanctuary. Maybe they won't come after-
A box of suppressants hits my bed and I look up to see Negan. "I can't afford this," I say, quietly.
"Merry fuckin' Christmas," he says, but it's not charm and humor this time. There's an edge to his tone.
"You don't have to do this, sir. I can-"
"You go into heat here, we're gonna have thirty-some of my best men fightin' each other to get at your pussy, sweetheart. You go out there and you're gonna get eaten while you're too gone to care. Neither prospect fuckin' appeals, Y/n, so take your fuckin' meds and get your ass back to the Laundry because you're in debt now and I don't let that shit stand." He leaves almost immediately.
I swallow down a pill and scramble off my bed and down to the Laundry.
"Neither prospect appeals" but why the fuck does it matter to him if I get chewed up by some deady outside the fence?
Why does his laundry smell extra good today?
I lean down and get a good whiff of his scent, picking up one of his white shirts and burying my face in it. And I can't fucking stop.
Pre-rut scent. That's what this is. Negan's about to go into rut and fuck, it smells so good. No wonder he didn't want me going into heat right now! His control might fail and he'd be no better than the eunuch working the fields.
I try to drop the shirt, but I can't, so I just take it with me as I wander away from my station to find him. He's not hard to find, in his wing of the Sanctuary. There are guards outside his door, for his wives more than for him, but I have to wait while one of them goes in to retrieve him. I can hear what is happening inside.
Deep masculine grunts and groans, heavy breathing and high-pitched panting moans. He's trying to work out some of his tension on his wives. I should leave. I should just go back to the Laundry and clean his scent off of-
"He said to wait for him down the hall in the conference room." The guard points down the hallway to a large door and I nod.
I sit at the table and fiddle with the shirt, sniffing it, then setting it down. Sniffing it, then folding it. Unfolding it, then rolling it into a ball. Sniffing it. Sniffing it.
I drop into a kneel when he walks into the conference room an hour later. He smiles at that, sits down, puts his feet up on the table. "Stand up, sit down. What do you want, Y/n? Gonna take you a long fuckin' time to pay me back if you ain't down there working."
I rush to get back into the chair I was in before. "Y-you're about to go into rut." I lift the shirt. "I can smell it."
He drops his feet from the table and raises an eyebrow. "So?"
"S-so, I…" So, what? Why am I up here? "So, I-"
"Look, I got shit to do, so fuckin' spill, woman."
The words don't come. I can't figure out why I came up here. My brain didn't bring me so my brain doesn't have an answer. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, standing and striding toward the door. I panic that he's going to leave. I'm not sure why.
"They can't give you what you need!" I blurt out when his hand grabs the doorknob. Oh, that's why I'm up here. He turns to me as I drop the shirt and stand, looking across the room at him, feeling the fear and embarrassment heat my cheeks. "Your wives can't give you what I can. Sure, they can help with some of the energy and they're gorgeous and all, but they aren't omegas."
"And, what, after four months of sayin' 'no', suddenly you wanna volun-fucking-teer?" he growls and I gasp. That sound...oh, my god.
"Look, I'm not...fuck, I...my brain is not working the way it should be." I look away from him and take a breath through my nose. “You have rules. You don’t break them. Your wives are with you because they agreed to be, not because you force them to be. You-you didn’t let me get f-forced into-”
“Spit it the fuck out!”
I look back up at him and lick my lips. “Fuck me.” The words come out and they’re simple and they’re exactly what my body has been saying, despite the fact that my brain still hasn’t caught up. “Fuck me, knot me, just...please.”
He stares down at me for a minute, a long, long minute, before he smirks and looks away, rubbing his hand across his mouth. “I’ve been waitin’ to hear you say those words since I picked your sweet ass up in that pharmacy. Been waiting to get my knot locked inside your sweet omega cunt,” he says and I moan, heat and electricity zapping my clit. “But-” He leans over the table. “My pheromones are getting in your head, princess. You said yourself-”
He’s denying me? “No, no, no, please, don’t-”
“-your brain isn’t working how it should be. I wouldn’t want you to make a decision like this when you aren’t at full capacity, get me?”
“But, I-”
He puts his hand on the doorknob again and I whine. I legit whine. “Tell ya what, Y/n. If you still want my knot, come back up here next week.” He taps his temple with his free hand and winks at me. “When your head’s clear.”
I stare at the door for a while after he leaves. He’s right about to go into rut and he denied me? “What a fucking tease,” I complain, before grabbing his shirt and going back down to the Laundry.
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I spend his rut as far away from his wing of the Sanctuary as possible. I let one of the other laundry-workers do Negan’s clothes. I spend the week thinking through my feelings, my wants and desires.
Do I really want to be his?
I make my way to Negan’s wing two days after I’m sure he’s past his cycle. This time when the guard goes in to get him, he comes back out and nods for me to go in. A gaggle of women in tight black dresses stare at me as the guard walks me through to a dark wooden door. He knocks and Negan calls out ‘enter’ and the guard opens the door and waits for me to go in. He closes it behind me.
Negan is sitting on a black leather sofa, right leg crossed over his left, a beer in his hand. He smiles and gestures at the sofa across from him. I swallow and sit down. "How's your week been, Y/n?"
“Long. It’s...every week is long,” I answer.
“Almost didn’t think you’d show back up, sweetheart.”
I chuckle and shrug. “I think we both knew I’d end up in your bedroom eventually.”
He runs his hand through his hair and smirks. “I sure as shit was hopin’, darlin’, but you have your pick of alphas. Yet here you are, with a clear head, makin’ the right choice.” I nod and he licks his lips. “You aren’t gonna change your mind, go back to bein’ stubborn and bitchy in a few weeks?”
“No.”
He shakes his head. “Ah, I wish I could believe you, Y/n.”
Is he really doing this shit again? Does he just not want me? “What do you want me to do to prove it?”
He leans forward, stands and looks down at me. “You wanna be mine, you’re gonna be mine. You slip on a black dress, you move in here.”
“You want me to be one of your wives?” I ask.
“My best wife. My special little omega wife. Crown jewel of my ‘harem’.” He’s waiting for me to deny him...like he’s been denying me.
“Ya know, I’ve been thinking...been thinking a lot. I’ve been thinking about you.” I smile up at him. “I’ve never met an alpha like you...a man like you. Everything I’ve heard about you from everyone who’s known you longer...You’re this...horrible, terrible man that...I can’t get out of my head.”
“Horrible, terrible man, huh?” he asks, amused.
I roll my eyes. “You act like I don’t know where half this ‘scavenged’ stuff comes from. People don’t give you their shit for the hell of it, Negan.” He chuckles, smirking, and I sigh. I’m not a hundred percent sure where I’m going with this. “You’re an asshole, but...you h-have rules and...underneath it all, you’re something special and-”
“I love you, too, princess,” he says, reaching down to grab my hand and pull me up from the couch. He’s got a smirk on his lips, and his tone is mischievous. He runs his hand up to my neck, sweeps his thumb across the bolt of my jaw, and dips his head down to meet mine. “Promise me you’ll remember that,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that makes me gasp.
“I promise,” I whisper. His lips touch mine and I gasp again. His beard scratches just slightly, but I love it.
He pulls away with an almost soft smile and grabs my t-shirt. “Good, because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” He pulls my shirt off over my head and tosses it across the room. He leans back to look at my body, eyes sliding down my front to my breasts. He licks his bottom lip between his teeth and groans. “You ain’t hidin’ these from me ever again, Y/n.”
“Okay,” I whisper, as he pops the button on my jeans.
“Try ‘Yes, Alpha’. Been a long time since I heard that.”
“Y-yes, Alpha,” I respond, quietly. He strips me down, every piece of clothing hitting the floor on the other side of the room. He wraps his fingers lightly around my neck and backs me into the door, alpha dominance pouring out of him and making my whole body tingle.
“Ya know, I heard you call me a fuckin’ tease last week,” he growls, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. “Like you got any room to fuckin’ talk. You been teasin’ me since you got here. Leavin’ your scent all across my Sanctuary. Leanin’ over fuckin’ tables so I can see this nice fuckin’ ass.” He reaches down and grabs my ass, fingertips digging in hard. “Tellin’ me ‘no’ since I brought you back here, even though you knew you wanted my fuckin’ knot.”
I moan as he twists me around, pushes me into the door. I hiss at the cold wood on my nipples and whimper when he gets a hand in my hair and yanks my head to the side. “I’m gonna make sure you don’t tease me ever again, baby.” I scream when his teeth rip into the skin of my neck. No warning, just pain. “Keep your fuckin’ voice down, ‘mega,” he growls into my ear and grinds himself against my ass. I can feel blood dripping down my back and in-between my breasts, pain radiating across my neck and shoulder.
He lets go of my hair and steps back, appraising my mark from afar. “That’s fuckin’ pretty,” he says, moving back to the sofa. He picks his beer up and takes a drink. What is…
“What’s going…” I reach up and press my hand into the mark.
“I ain’t fuckin’ you while you’re bleeding. Sit your sweet ass down ‘til that thing clots up. Don’t get blood on my sofa,” he says, gesturing with his beer bottle.
“You marked me first,” I say, in absolute awe. I’ve never heard of anyone being claimed before they consummate a relationship.
He chuckles. “I wanted it to sink in that you’re mine before you got my fuckin’ knot.”
I sit on the edge of the sofa, hand still covering the claim. “You are...such an asshole,” I whisper, shaking my head.
He laughs, loud and boisterous. “I am!” he exclaims, setting his beer on the table again. “But I’m your asshole, baby, so get used to it.”
I roll my eyes and look away from him, anger flaring up in me. “Should’ve picked D.J. He would’ve got me off before he sunk his teeth in me.”
He growls and I shiver at the sound. “I hear you say some shit like that again, Y/n, you are gonna regret that.”
“Don’t worry, Negan. You made your point with this.” I pull my hand away and look at the blood on my palm. “I’m yours...but why do I feel like you’re gonna make me regret it?”
“Because you are smarter than you look, little girl.”
I shake my head and stand. “I don’t know if this is gonna stop bleeding. I’m gonna get dressed and go see Carson and-”
“You aren’t goin’ anywhere. Sit back down.” I scoff and stomp across the room to grab my shirt. Arms wrap around me and yank me back against his body. “I said you aren’t going anywhere.” He runs his hand down between my legs, fingertips easily finding my clit. My head drops back against his shoulder as he rubs pleasure into my bones. “Damn, you get wet fast, ‘mega.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, squirming against him as he slips his hand down further and buries two fingers in me.
“You want my cock, Y/n?” He leans down and licks at my new mark and my legs start shaking.
“Pl-please, please, Alpha!”
He chuckles, fingers moving inside me. “How bad you want it?”
“Fuck, just...please, fuck me! I need it,” I beg, reaching behind me to grab him.
He grabs the back of my neck and pushes me to bend over the bed. The sound of his belt coming undone makes me tense up. “Re-lax,” he demands. The head of his cock slides between my slicked-up lips and I drop my head to the comforter. “You are wet as fuck, baby.” I roll my hips back against him and he tightens his grip on my neck. "I said relax, Omega."
“Yes, Alpha,” I respond, easily. I work to focus, to keep my body still. He hums behind me and flexes his fingers against my neck as he slips the head of his cock into me. “F-fuck.”
He doesn’t give me much warning before he slams his hips forward. I scream in pleasure-pain and he presses my face into the mattress as he starts a hard, fast pace that had the mattress shifting across the boxspring. His hand slips around to grab at my breast, digging in hard enough that I know I’m gonna have bruises. I go to my tiptoes trying to keep my pussy at the angle he had me before the bed started slipping, but it’s not good enough.
He lays his body out over mine, drifts his hands down my arms to entwine his fingers with mine as he continues fucking into me. I can feel his knot starting to inflate and I start moving my hips without trying. I want nothing more than for him to be locked inside me. I want his knot more than anything else.
“Come on, ‘mega,” he rumbles in my ear. “Can you cum for me without me playin’ with your clit?”
“I-I don’t-”
“Cum for Daddy, Y/n. Cum all over my fuckin’ knot, baby girl.” Fuck, and I do. He shoves his knot in my cunt, starts sucking at my mark, and I scream as I cum. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He rocks into me a few more times and then I feel him twitch inside of me as he fills me up.
“Holy shit,” I pant out, turning my head and blowing my sweaty hair out of my face.
“Damn.” He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, sucking lightly at my skin. “You were worth the got-damn wait, weren’t you?”
“Damn straight, I am,” I answer as he runs his right hand back up my arm and down my side. “Probably should have gotten more comfortable before you got your knot in me. Edge of the bed is digging into me.”
“It’s five fuckin’ minutes, baby. Deal with it,” he says. He kisses my jaw and leans back. “When we’re done here, I’ll have Sherry grab you a dress and some nice shoes...and then you can get Carson to look at that mark.”
“Is it still bleeding?” I ask.
“Little bit, yeah.” He leans back down and kisses the mark. "Good thing you taste so delicious."
"You're so fuckin' weird." I laugh.
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“I feel like it’s the first day of school or something. Can’t I just go in and hope they ignore me?”
“You’re my omega, baby. You need to establish yourself as top bitch right now,” Negan says quietly as we approach the double doors leading to his other wives.
“I still don’t like bein’ called a bitch, Negan,” I snap. He just chuckles as he walks in.
There’s some uncomfortable movement among the women who are less than happy with their station. “Dear wives, I’d like your attention.” He reaches back and grabs my arm, pulling me in front of him and dropping his chin hard on the top of my head. “Let me introduce the newest of your number. This is Y/n. She’s been kickin’ up shit at the Sanctuary for four months. You might remember her helpin’ dole out some sweet justice on Jarvis a few months back. She’s gonna be takin’ care’a those ruts you ladies complain about.”
He waits a moment, maybe expecting some sort of exuberant reaction from the women, but none comes. “Well? Aren’t you gonna thank her? Aren’t you gonna thank me for lightening your goddamn workload?”
“Thank you, Negan,” they all mumble.
He slaps my ass and walks over to Sherry. “Go make friends, ‘mega.”
I roll my eyes and walk over to sit next to a pretty blond girl. “Feel free to ignore me. I just need to make it look like I’m making an effort to do what he told me to do,” I say, quietly.
She smiles. “I’m Amber. Now you’ve made a friend.”
I chuckle. “Ya know, I don’t think I’ve had one of those since before the world ended.”
“Well, you’ll probably have a few here.” She tucks her hair behind her ears and looks around. “We’ve been...some of us have been...we’ve been hoping if you let him...if he took you…” She blushes and I’m pretty sure it’s shame.
“You want the benefits of being his wife...but you’re hoping now he’s got an omega, I’ll take the brunt of the responsibilities,” I guess and she ducks her head. “It’s okay, hon. I get it. I knew what I was signing up for.”
“Thinks she’s so fuckin’ special ‘cause she’s omega,” a voice in the corner says. I twist my head just enough to see the speaker; a tall black girl with huge tits.
“Take it she’s one of the ones that’s not happy to make friends.”
“Britney’s just scared he’s gonna cut our numbers, send some of us back,” Amber says.
“-just a freak genetic mutation like a-” Britney continues.
I stand and turn to her. “Wanna say it to my face, bitch?” She flinches and leans away, further into her corner. “No, come on. ‘A freak genetic mutation’ like what?”
I haven’t walked in heels in years but I manage to look confident as I stride across the room. She doesn’t speak as I look up into her pretty brown eyes. “I think I’m so special because I fucking am special. Thirty-seven alphas here, hundreds of betas, one omega. If that ain’t the definition of fucking ‘special’, I don’t know what is. There’s a dozen curvy black girls who could fill your spot, Britney, but there’s only one me. Now, apologize.”
“W-what?” Her eyes flick to Negan and Sherry, hoping for support, but Negan’s just smiling this mischievous happy smile.
“Fuckin’ apologize for your ignorant jealousy,” I demand.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, eyes tearing up.
I lick my lips and smile. “Forgiven,” I chirp, happily before dancing across the room to the wet bar to pour myself a drink.
“That...was...hot,” he says, walking up beside me and leaning against the bar. “Sure you’re not alpha because that was pretty domme? Omega dominatrix, that’s an oxymoron.”
I laugh and take a drink. Whiskey. Been a long time. I cringe at the taste. “You told me to establish myself, so I did.” I take another drink, cringe again, put my hand on his chest and push him away. “Don’t you have some pillaging to do? Get outta here.”
He chuckles and leans down to kiss me, hand going to my bandaged neck as his tongue massages mine. He takes a deep breath when he pulls back. “I will see you ladies when I return. Don’t kill each other before I get back,” he addresses all of us. He winks and walks out.
Summary: Alone and pregnant, in the post apocalyptic world after your Alpha died, you’re found by the Saviors and brought to Negan’s doorstep. Negan may be the answer to your loneliness.
Pairing: Omega!Fem Reader x Alpha!Negan
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1,201
Warnings (for the whole fic): Smut, fluff, ABO dynamics, some angst sprinkled in
Chap 2 || Chap 4 || Masterpost || Fanfic masterpost
“How about we try being more careful next time?”
You had not been paying attention when walking into the dining room and had almost taken a header after tripping on a step. Negan had – unbeknownst to you – been behind you and had caught your momentum and leveled you again. His hand lingered on the small of your back, holding you longer than necessary.
You heard the undertone in his words. He was edging on protectiveness, especially the way he was hovering over you, doting on you the last few days. You forced yourself to nod, not breaking eye contact with him.
Negan gave you a soft smile, guiding you to a table. You shot a look at the table where the food was, noticing that one of the people had started serving up two plates. You rarely served yourself here; it was weird. But, you knew it was because of Negan and no doubt an order.
He sat down across from you, “Being back inside weird?”
“Yes.”
He seemed to be able to read your mind. “Something wrong?”
Treading carefully, you stated, “Not sure how safe I feel with all those walkers around the place.”
“Precaution. They are securely locked out there. I won’t let anything happen to ya. Scout’s honor.”
Regardless, it freaked you out. But you did not say any more on the matter.
“Are you comfortable in your room still?”
“Yes, thanks.”
The food was placed in front of you. “Thanks, Jimmy,” Negan told the guy. You mumbled a thanks of your own.
Negan jumped back into conversation. “You meet any other communities out there on the road?”
“No… this is the first one.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “How did you manage to avoid running into other people? I know of at least three communities close by.”
You shrugged. “Josief always made sure to stick to areas we were sure to not run across other people. He did not trust other people after… after everything. And it made sense. People show you how cruel they really are when everything goes to shit.”
“Josief. First time you’ve said his name.”
You had not even realized you had. You spent so much time trying to lock away his memory that the fact Negan was so easily able to get you to nonchalantly discuss him was a bit of a shock. Josief had not been perfect by any means but it still cut deep, his face flashing across your eyes.
“You feeling okay?”
Shoving down your emotion, you nodded, “Just tired. Everything I do makes me tired.”
“Which is precisely why I said no work.” Negan took a bite of his food. “You gotta kick your feet up and let this run its course. Then, you’ll have a bright little bundle o’fucking joy to cradle. Which reminds me… I didn’t notice any baby supplies come out of your RV.”
“We would have figured it out.”
“Hmm,” was all Negan said, taking another bite of his dinner.
“What was the plan when you did end up going into labor?” Negan asked curiously.
You shrugged, heat creeping up your neck. You did not know honestly, the two of you had not gotten as far as discussing the difficulties of giving birth. Each day had been fighting to survive that day alone, hardly looking at the next let alone months away.
“And after it was born? What? You were just going to keep living in the RV?”
“I suppose.”
Negan cocked his head, “What about the noise?” You furrowed your brown and he explained. “The crying. Babies ain’t known for their quiet nature. The noise alone would attract all kinds of undead fucks. It’s a pretty fucking piercing wail that babies let out. An RV wouldn’t do much to keep you safe if you got surrounded by a herd. You’d never get to sleep either cause it’d be crying and you’d have to keep on the move to keep the walkers at bay. But then there’s the issue of roads being blocked by a number of things which would leave you trapped. Not to mention the issue of gas…”
Again, you felt foolish, not having seriously considered the full complications of raising an infant in a RV. You had been woefully unprepared.
Tears welled up in your eyes. Of course, you had at least thought about all these problems; you were not completely inept. But you had just not extensively planned out your way through them. You had not had the time or the peace of mind to do so.
Negan had stopped talking the second he had seen the fat tears rolling down your cheeks. His tone changed dramatically, cooing practically, “Oh, darling, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
The point out of the obvious made you blubber feeling idiotic for getting so upset over his words. He was only laying out what had been in store eventually.
Reaching out, Negan took your hand. You let him hold your hand gently as he said, “Sorry, my mind always goes to the darkest fucking places imaginable. It’s hard for me to reel it in sometimes. I try to think of it as my ‘oh shit’ dial going off. Reaching critical up to my nose deep in shit is exactly where I don’t wanna fucking be caught. So, I actively try to prepare to avoid said situations. I didn’t mean to make you upset. Y/N.”
“But it’s true,” you whimpered. Negan went to talk again but you cut in. “It is. I thought about it, sure. We both did. But there was no time to plan. Not out there.”
Negan’s eyes crinkled with a small smile. “Well, I guess we better count your blessings that now you do have the shelter to do so.”
You looked at him through wet eye lashes, seeing his kind smile and feeling his thumb slowly caress your hand. Your breath hitched, the intensity of desiring protection slamming into you. You had been alone for weeks and vulnerable in this state more so than ever.
“Yeah,” you agreed softy.
The twinkle in his eyes was not missed by you.
“Who is going to help me?” you asked. “With the delivery.”
“Ya haven’t met Carson yet?” You shook your head. Negan sighed, “When I told that numb-nuts to show you around, I thought maybe fucking introducing you to the doctor would be high on the places to stop. Apparently not. I expect too much intelligence sometimes. But, I’d be more than happy to take you to him.”
Spending some more time with him was exactly what you were hoping for.
“Okay,” you agreed. “What would you like me to do for baby supplies?” He looked at you curiously and you said, “I don’t wanna have people risking their lives for me for free.”
Chuckling, Negan confided, “I like that you wanna earn your keep. Really. But, like I just said, all you gotta do right now is just sit there and look pretty for me.”
For him. Your heart skipped a beat.
“We’ll let you help out when the time’s right. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He gave you a wink before going back to his plate. You wanted to melt right there.
