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Day 27 - Slick! @suck-tember
Fandom- The walking dead
Relationship - Omega!Daryl, Alpha!Negan
Explicit
Warnings/Tags - omegaverse, domination, biting, claiming ABO, public humiliation, public sex, impregnantion, stolen mates, blood, bonding, heat, non-con, M-Preg, scenting, murder, death of a character, threats, sobbing, chains/gag, forced relationship/mating, crying, clawing
Line up scene but ABO-
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes
Characters: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Negan Smith, Negan's Baseball Bat Lucille (Walking Dead), Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene, Simon (Walking Dead: Saviors), Saviors - Character
Additional Tags: Line Up Scene, Line up, Rape, noncon, Forced Breeding, Mpreg, Impregnation, Omegavers, Alpha Negan (Walking Dead), Alpha Rick Grimes, Bondage, Chains, Gag, Omega Daryl Dixon, Blood, Biting, Mating Bond, Claws, Clawing, Crying, Screaming, Scenting, Breeding, cumdump Daryl Dixon, slave - Freeform, Dom sub, Forced Relationship, forced mating, Forced Bonding, venom bond, venom - Freeform, Death, Public humilation, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Licking, Daryl has a vagina, Hurt Daryl Dixon, Daryl Dixon Smut, Mating Cycles/In Heat, stolen mates, Forced to Watch, Canonical Character Death, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Negan Being Negan (Walking Dead), Evil Negan, Forced, force, Injured Daryl, Threats to injure a child, Carl and Judith are Daryl's pups, past and present Mpreg, Sex, Playing, Scents, Kidnapping, slick, Sex Slave Daryl Dixon, Dom Negan (Walking Dead), Forced Submission
Series: Part 26 of Sucktember, Part 45 of Alpha/Omega/Beta
Summary:
Negan steps out of the RV and doesn't expect to find himself an omega, let alone an omega in Heat. Rick's regretting letting his mate come along and will continue to regret it as the night progresses
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Day 27 for sucktember Slick
Request by anon: I’d love a Negan with a/b/o dynamics? There enough of them set during apocalypse so maybe one in an AU where he’s a professor at university and omega is a student. Negan being the sassy daddy we love, of course.
My first ever try at writing Alpha!Negan, enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The professor finally manages to lure the Omega he can’t stop thinking about in
Warnings: Alpha!Negan x Omega!Reader, professor x student, smut, 18+, unprotected sex, knotting, Negan being Negan, Reader is of age ofc
“Focus you dickheads” he chuckled, ripping most of his students out of their trances. His voice boomed through the room, dark green eyes focused on the body of students, they were hanging onto his every word, following the professors every move with their gazes.
The girls were admiring him, trying to picture what it would feel like to be marked by the alpha, high on the intoxicating scent of his. But no, Professor Negan didn’t care about them, of course he loved to feel their gazes on him, loved to meet those lovesick eyes of the female and some male students, but he only had eyes for one very specific omega.
She was quiet, would turn in her homework right on time, wouldn’t mingle with the rest of the students, keeping to herself most of the time. (Y/f/n) (y/l/n), the name alone made his length twitch, made him wonder how soft her voice would be as she’d beg for his knot, kneeling in front of him, lips swollen from sucking him dry, drops of cum would drip down her chin, getting mixed up with her saliva. God, he’d do anything to have his way with her.
(Y/n) was dreaming about the tall, mysterious history professor just as much, touching herself late at night, crying out a high pitched “alpha” as her orgasm would rumble through her, knocking all air out of the omega. Though she’d never find the bravery to actually do something about her fantasies, she wasn’t one to overstep boundaries, wasn’t a rule breaker, at least not till the day where she actually needed his help.
“Professor?” he had to stop his deep growl from rolling off his tongue, inhaling as he turned towards her with a smirk on his lips, “what can I do for you (y/n)?”.
Heat pooled between her thighs from the way he rasped out her name, made her clutch her bag a bit tighter. “I don’t understand Louis' true intentions when it comes to the war of devolution” she cleared her throat, struggling to concentrate on her question, mind wandering back to all those nights she’d imagine his slender fingers around her neck.
“You need to understand-” Negan shifted his weight backwards, pressed against his table as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, “he was greedy for power, jealous of Spain's hegemonic power”.
He let his eyes wander for a moment, roaming up and down her frame, hooked onto her short skirt, wondering how soft the skin of her inner thighs would feel underneath his fingertips. Her scent engulfed him, Negan could feel his length swell, growing with every passing second, begging to knot her, to claim her as his.
“Come here sweetheart” he reached a hand out for her to take, pulling her closer, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he grasped his book, pointing towards the page he had spoken about earlier on. Negan tried to find anything he could distract her with, his fingers were itching, the need to touch her grew, he deeply inhaled, eyes rolling back for a moment as he collected himself.
Though she kept her (y/e/c) eyes focused on the page she felt his gaze on her, dropping lower to her behind, god, how much she wanted to feel his large hands on her skin, to let him have his way with her. The moment he pressed himself closer a small whimper bubbled out of her, eyes fluttering close, hands grasping the table, keeping herself from pressing her behind against his front.
He could smell the arousal dripping out of her, with one swift move Negan had placed his big hands on her sides, crotch perfectly rubbing against her ass, he didn’t care about any consequences, didn’t care about anything, besides the whimpering Omega he had just touched. “Professor” (y/n) breathed out, circling her hips, crying out at the feeling of his length nudged against her plaid skirt, how easy it would be for the alpha to rip the fabric apart, to bury himself into her tightness.
“Such a perfect little omega, tell me sweetheart, have you been thinking about this?” he leaned forward, hot breath crashing against her ear, shooting tingles right down to her heat. “Yes” he didn’t need to hear anything else, Negan’s hands wandered up to her cleavage, unbuttoning the first buttons of her blouse as he kept on pressing his front against her back.
“Did you touch yourself to the thought of this? Dreaming about pleasing your alpha?” his voice dropped lower and lower with every button he popped open, till her blouse fell off her shoulders, lacy bra keeping her boobs in place. “So many times prof-” he snarled, turning her around, eyes finding hers, “you’ll call me alpha”. (Y/n)s head rolled back, eyes fluttering close as Negan pushed his front against hers, length placed on top of her core.
“I need you alpha” her panties were soaked through by now, dripping for her alpha and his knot, praying that he’d take her right there and then, urged on by the fear of somebody interrupting them, the fear of getting punished for their reckless behavior. “Soon, but first I need you to be a good lil’ omega for me, onto your knees sweetheart” he unbuckled his belt, pulled his rock hard length out of his trousers, tip deep red, waiting for her lips to wrap themselves around him.
She’d follow his every command, wouldn’t dare protest as the alpha spoke to her. Her knees were aching as she dropped onto the cold floor, hands wandering up his legs, till they found his shaft, exploring their newfound territory. “Don’t be shy sweetheart” Negan combed a hand through her hair, forcing her closer, to open her mouth for his throbbing length.
Her tongue lapped at his tip, moaning at the taste of his saltiness, (y/n) curled her fingers around his member, took care of the parts her mouth couldn’t reach, gagging and sobbing for him as he disappeared down her throat. An animalistic sound rumbled through him, the alpha tugged on her roots, pulled her off his length, as much as he wanted to release himself into her hot mouth he needed to be inside of her, needed to give into the fantasy that would haunt him for nights on end.
“You smell delicious sweetheart” Negan picked her up and placed her on his table, legs spread for him, him only. He pushed his hands underneath her skirt, pulled down the fabric of her ruined panties, letting it disappear into his back pocket, she wouldn’t see that one again.
Her cry made a smirk tug on his lips, Negan brushed his tongue through her folds, circling her clit as his fingers began to spread her walls, “you’re perfect omega, perfect for my knot”. “Tell me what you want sweetheart” Negan connected his palm with her clit, spanking the pulsing bundle of nerves as he waited for any words to make it past her swollen lips.
“Need you Alpha” (y/n) panted “need your knot” she couldn’t take much more teasing, she needed him, all of him. “Good girl” Negan clawed his nails into the skin of her thighs, length slipping through her folds a few times, coating himself with her arousal, her scent, ready to ruin her for every other male she’d ever stumble across. Her whimpers echoed through the room, forehead falling against his shoulder as he sunk into her, ripping her open.
Negan was sure that he had never felt something like this before, she was perfect in any and every way, tight and warm, exactly what he needed. “Tell me omega how does it feel?” his hips kept on snapping against hers, the sound was more pornographic than anything she had ever heard before, coaxing one moan after another out of her lips “so good Alpha, so good”.
He moved one hand up her spine, tangled it in her hair, pulling her head off his shoulder, “you’re mine omega, you belong to me now”. The words made her moan, the thought of belonging to Professor Negan pushed another wave of lust through her, bringing her closer to the edge with every ferocious thrust of his.
Negan felt his knot swell, pushing himself deeper and deeper, hard pounds that made her lose all strength, only focused on the pleasure he provided her with. “Be a good girl for your alpha and take my knot” Negan connected his lips with hers, hand finding her throbbing clit, pinching the bundle of nerves till she stumbled into the arms of the most powerful orgasm she ever had.
(Y/n) screamed and sobbed, nails leaving red, angry lines down his neck, lips still pressed against his as her orgasm rocked through her, leaving her breathless and panting. The most beautiful sound rumbled through Negan as his knot grew to its full size, locked inside of her, release filling her up, not giving her any chance to move away from the tall Alpha. “I always knew that you’re exactly what I need”, he kissed her forehead, patiently waiting for his knot to let go of her, mind already focused on the next time he’d have his way with his perfect, little omega.
For @thewalkingdead-imagines; it’s pure smut, I hope you enjoy!
Negan hadn’t been present the last few days, you’d tried to get his attention, but nothing you did seemed to tear him away from his work...you knew it was important, but you were craving his touch. So you decided not to take your supresents...You knew it was risky, for you more so than anyone else, over half the compound was filled with Alphas, Alphas that would be able to smell how desperate you were, but you didn’t care about them. You only cared about your Alpha; and desperate times called for desperate measures. It didn’t take long before Negan burst through the door, his eyes dark with lust.
“Care to fuckin’ explain to me why half the compoud can smell you?!” He asked, his voice in a stern tone as he walked over the bed I was lying on. I just smirked and shrugged my shoulders. We both knew how desperate I was for him, but I wasn’t going to let him win so easily.
“I asked you a fucking question, doll, don’t make me ask again,” He said, gripping my chin lightly, as he moved between my legs.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied, pulling the covers that I had wrapped around me away, showing the lacey lingerie set I had on.I heard Negan let out a light growl in response to my action.
“Sweetheart, we aren’t playing this game today,” he said in a warning tone, Before I could say anything else his lips were on my neck. I whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure; as I felt his teeth against my skin, Iknew there was going to be a mark there tomorrow. A mark that showed everyone who I belonged to.
“Fuck, I can smell how desperate you are for me,” he whispered, as he moved his face slightly so our lips were touching. I glanced up to see his eyes dark and filled with lust. Within seconds, he smashed his lips onto mine, with a desperation I’d never seen in him before. Instantly I kissed him back; feeling a rush of pleasure hit my core as our tongues fought over dominance. I felt his hand softly begin to trail up my bare thigh, teasing me as we continued to fight for dominance over the kiss- but he soon won that when his thumb connected lightly with lace fabric covering my clit causing me to let out a gasp.
“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered, pulling my bra down far enough to give him access to my hardened nipples. I let out a small moan in response, not trusting my voice to break as he applied more pressure onto my clit.
“That’s not a fuckin’ answer, sweetheart,” He said, moving the fabric to the side before gently tapping on my clit.
“Is this what you wanted?” He repeated before sucking on my breast.
“Yes,” I moaned as my hand scratched down his back causing him to let out a low growl in response.
“Yes what?” He questioned, as he pushed one of his fingers into my aching pussy.
“Yes Alpha,” I gasped out; relishing in the pleasure I was feeling.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked, the pace of his finger increasing as he hit my G-spot over and over again.
“You,” I moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure begin to overflow in my core.
“Who?” He asked again, his lips returning to my neck, sucking on the already bruising mark.
“You, Alpha, I belong to you,” I practically screamed in pleasure as he inserted a second finger. It was almost too much to handle, I was so desperate for my release, but I knew that the only way I would be allowed it is if I was told I was allowed to cum, and Negan knew that. He kept on pumping my pussy with his fingers, relentlessly until I was almost crying in desperation.
“Oh, sweetheart, I can feel how fuckin’ close you are,” Negan whispered against my ear, biting on my lobe softly. I moaned loudly, bucking my hips to meet his fingers in every thrust.
“Cum for me,” as soon as he said those three words I exploded around him, feeling my juices squirt over his fingers; intensely feeling all the pent up pleasure leave my body as I writhed against his body.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you made such a fuckin’ mess” he groaned against my neck as he brought his now damp hand away from my pussy. I couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped my lips at the loss of him.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“And now...I’m gonna fuck you until every fucker in this place knows it,” He continued as he pulled of the belt to his trousers. As he got undressed I felt another wave of pleasure hit my core. He was going to destroy me; and I was going to love every single second of it.
You've fucked up and now Negan's going to punish you, but not before he's put you to good use.
Warnings: BDSM- cock-warming (public), rope bondage, Forniphilia (human furniture), knife play (no blood), spanking, aftercare. Nudity and cockwarming, but no smut other than that. A/B/O in the sense that the BDSM dynamic is an Alpha/omega dynamic, but nothing explicitly biological a/b/o AU, so interpret it how you want ;)
A/N: I know, I know, I’ve added yet another villain to the list. I refuse to be sorry.
“Shut up and get on the fucking bed, right fuckin’ now.”
You had been craving this all week, but now that you had it you were terrified. You loved Negan for so many reasons, but the one at the forefront of your mind right now was how he could make you freeze in terror and make you soaking wet at the same time.
“I’m sorry, was I speaking fucking Latin? Cause I thought I told you to get your ass on that motherfucking bed!” Negan roared behind you. You were kneeling on the floor trembling from fear and need. Before you could respond Negan grabbed you by the back of the neck, yanking you to stumble up to your feet. His grip was tight on the back of your neck, soon joined by a firm hand on your jaw, pulling your head back to look at him awkwardly. He looked pissed. He was smiling coldly in a way that didn’t reach his eyes, which were currently burning into you. You were torn between wanting to talk and not being able to form a single word. “Man, you are wrackin’ up quite a punishing. You know that? Or is that what you’re goin’ for hmm? Well shit darlin’ if you wanted the shit beat outta ya, why didn’t you jus’ say so?” At that your eyes widened and you knew you better start begging “M’sorry, Alpha.” you whimpered, lower lip wobbling with emotions you couldn’t keep bottled up anymore. “Ohh, don’t cry honeybee. Look’it you. You need to be punished, don’t you? Need Alpha Negan to take care of you?” Negan crooned at you, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb, which he then popped into his mouth, humming at the salty taste. You quickly nodded your assent, still not able to respond vocally.
“Well, since you don’t seem to want to use that mouth for talking, I think I can find another use for it. But first, you’ve got far too much clothing in my way.”
And that was all the warning you got before the cold blunt edge of his knife was pressed against your back, soon turning into a rush of cold air as he cut up the back of your shirt all the way through the collar. The ruined shirt slipped uselessly off you, falling in a soft puddle on the floor. “Do you want these fuckin’ illegal shorts to go the same way? hmm? Lawdy, so short you’d get arrested if you went out like this. You tryin to catch Sheriff Rick's attention? I see you didn’t wear a bra like I asked, so I’m assuming you went without undies too?” He asked, using the knife to pull your shorts away to check that he was right before letting the elastic snap against your hip. “Good girl. Just for that, and just cause I like how your ass looks in these, I won’t destroy your shorts. Take em’ off.” You immediately complied, letting the thin material slip from your legs to join your shirt.
Negan whistled lowly, circling around your naked body. You felt so exposed but also powerful with the way he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He finished his circle behind your back and rummaged through a drawer, but you couldn’t tell exactly what he was getting out. Before you could wonder too much, a soft silk blindfold took away your sight. As soon as it was securely tied, you let out a sigh, some of the tension slipping out of you. “That better darlin’?” Negan growled, standing close enough that it rumbled through you. You nodded mumbling out a soft “yes, Alpha.”
Negan chuckled warmly, and you jumped a little when he bent down to nuzzle your neck, leaving the warm sting of beard burn behind. “Good girl. Now, I’m gonna need those pretty arms of yours behind your back, hands together.” He said firmly. You did as you were told, feeling Negan’s thumbs dig into your shoulders, massaging the muscles that would soon be sore from this position. He then skimmed one hand down your arm, making goosebumps rise with the too-light touch. The first loop of rope went between your palms then around your wrist. Negan worked in slow, sure movements until your forearms were bound securely together. You were a little wobbly, but Negan was always there with a solid hand on your ribs. Without another word, Negan grabbed your bound wrists and used them to lead you. At first your steps were unsure, but you soon relaxed, trusting Negan to guide you. He stopped, placing a hand on your belly so that the sudden stop wouldn’t throw you forward. You heard a click like a door latch then you were moving again. Negan had you stop again. You thought you heard him sitting down, which was confirmed when he guided you to kneel on a foam mat between his open knees.
“Now, honeybee, you’re gonna kneel here and keep my cock warm for me while I take care of some things.” Negan stated matter of factly. You heard the growl of his zipper and opened your mouth obediently when he pressed the smooth head of his cock into your mouth. You tried to take more of him down but he had a firm grip on your chin. “ah ah ah, princess. Take what Alpha gives you, nothing more. And remember, your job is to keep my cock warm, not suck me off.” Negan said, and you were sure there was a smirk on his lips. You hummed something you hope sounded like “yes Alpha” and settled into a posture that was easier on your back. You felt yourself relaxing completely. You couldn’t be sure exactly how much time had passed before there was a soft knock at the door. You knew that from where the door was in the office you were in full view, and you were also fairly certain the door was wide open, but Negan just placed a calm hand on your head and since he seemed fine with it, you didn’t try to move.
“Come in.” He said charismatically. You heard a shuffling before “Sorry to interrupt, boss. you still want to talk over these lists?” a scratchy voice asked.
“Well, sure. Tell you what, why don’t you just grab yourself a seat and we’ll get through em’” Came Negan’s reply. You payed attention only for a little longer before letting yourself slip back into nothingness. After the first visitor left, you were vaguely aware of people in and out of the office. You didn’t know what time it was or how long you’d been kneeling here, and it didn’t seem that important anyway. Eventually Negan ran a hand through your hair, letting it slip down to cup your cheek. “Hey honeybee, I’m gonna sit you up now, just one second.” Negan purred and you felt warmth spread through your chest at the pride in his voice. You let his cock slip from your mouth as you sat up, and your heard his zipper being pulled back up. You sighed internally at the loss.
Negan’s hands went to support you as he guided you up to stand in front of him. He let his hands caress your skin as he turned you around so that your ass was facing him. You blushed a little but there was nothing you could do. He gently started to undo the restraints around your arms. When he was done he took just a moment to rub your pleasantly sore muscles and check that nothing felt bad. When he was satisfied that you were okay, he led you around his desk to about where you thought his couch should be. he had you kneel again, this time on hands and knees. “Princess, Rick and I are gonna have a nice little chat over some drinks, think you can be a good table for us?” Negan asked with a smile in his voice. You nodded, already feeling yourself slip into that fuzzy nothingness “I want to hear you, princess.” Negan said, his firm tone cutting through the mind fog. “Yes, Alpha, please let me be your table.” You said immediately. “Good girl” Negan rumbled and you gasped a little at the warmth pooling between your thighs. Negan took a moment to adjust your posture before resting something flat and cold against your back. The tabletop was solid but it took a bit of effort on your part to keep it balanced on your shoulders and ass. Soon the position began to feel natural and you let yourself relax into it.
You heard Rick enter, only stumbling a little at the surprise sight before him. The rest of the meeting passed in a blur. You only noticed the warmth radiating from one of the drinks that rested on the table near your ass. You couldn’t even find it within yourself to be embarrassed that Rick was seeing you like this. You were used to Negan’s men seeing your relationship, and you and Negan had even talked about extending that out of these walls, but you thought when the time came you’d feel more shame than you currently did. All you could feel was pride at serving your Alpha so well. After what felt almost too short a time, the meeting ended. Negan took his time clearing off the tabletop before gently lifting it off you. He didn’t try to lift you from the floor, so you didn’t move. Instead, he sat down on the sofa and leaned close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath. “Princess, you don’t know how proud I am seeing you be such a good girl. It gets my dick real hard knowin’ you’re mine and only mine.” You could’ve died right then and there with how electrifying those words were, and you realized the moan you heard was coming from your own mouth. Negan chuckled, slapping your ass before pulling you up to your feet. “Now, you’ve been such a good girl for me, but I’m afraid big bad Alpha’s still gotta punish you for your behavior this week.” Negan said, his tone getting darker as he talked. He slipped the blindfold down your face so that it rested like a collar around your neck. “Now, run back to Alpha’s bed and you better be on the bed with one of Alphas shirts and sweatpants by the time I catch you.” He growled. You’d barely registered what he’d said before your animal instincts kicked in and you sprinted through the hallway. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you could barely think with the adrenaline that was now coursing through you. You ripped open the bedroom door and scrambled through the drawers to find the clothing Negan had demanded. You’d barely managed to pull the grey sweatpants from the drawer by the time Negan sauntered in, looking more like a tiger than like a man.
You gulped and instinctively bared your neck to him in surrender as he prowled up to you. He stepped all the way into your personal space, making you feel well and truly like prey. This close, you couldn’t turn your head without burying your nose in his chest. “I'll forgive you for not making it to the bed.” He purred, rumbling through your chest. “Now, undress me nice and slow.” You reached up with shaky hands to unbutton his shirt, finishing the last button after what felt like a year. You let it sit open on his shoulders as you went to undo his jeans. You pulled his jeans and underwear off, sliding to your knees as you did so. You looked up at him beneath your lashes, hoping you’d pleased him. Hi smirked down at you, letting a hand rest in your hair. Your eyes slipped shut and you leaned forward nuzzling into his crotch. “You tryin to sweeten Alpha up? Think that’ll make me go soft on ya?” he tugged sharply on your hair, making you meet his gaze.
“We’ve got a long way to go before you’ve earned Alpha’s cock. Now be a good little girl and dress me.” He said, gesturing at the sweatpants in your hand. You placed the sweatpants by his feet, lifting one foot and placing it in the leg, then mirroring the action with the other. You pulled them up to his hips, standing as you did so. You could see the obnoxious bulge in his pants where his cock was pressing against the material. “Good girl. Now, hands on the bedposts, we’re gonna have a little chat about trust.” Negan said, almost coldly, taking the shirt from your hand. He slipped out of the unbuttoned shirt, letting it fall to the floor. You ducked your head and made your way to your bed, holding the bed posts on either side of you. You were expecting some type of flogging or whipping, but instead Negan pressed up against your back. You could feel where he was hard, but you were distracted by the cold blunt metal pressing into your ribs: Negan’s knife. “Now, you seem to think that you can’t trust me. Is that right honeybee? Think your Alpha’s too fuckin’ weak to handle your problems?” Oh shit, he sounded two seconds away from pissed. You violently shook your head, tears already thick in your throat “No Alpha! m’sorry” You cried as salty tears started to streak down your cheeks. “And what are you sorry for, princess?” Negan goaded, not giving you any comfort.
“M’sorry I didn’t wait when you said you’d walk me home…it was only a short walk.. an’ m’sorry I didn’t tell you I was overworked. I didn’t want to bother you. M’sorry I didn’t tell y-you I was in sub-drop. M’sorry Alpha” You blubbered between choked sobs. All the exhaustion and emotion that you had bottled up was bursting out. The blunt edge of the knife traveled from your ribs to the soft skin of your throat. “Why didn’t you wait for me to walk you home? It was dark, you were alone. Why. Didn’t. You. Wait?” Negan demanded, pressing the knife deeper with each word. “I…you were busy.” You relented, defeatedly, slumping a little. “I was busy? Too busy to take care of you?” Negan asked, a threat clear in his voice. “Yes.” you said, though it sounded more like an apology. Negan yanked your head back so that your ear was pressed against his chest. “Do you hear that, princess?” he asked, clearly meaning his pounding heartbeat “The only reason that heart keeps beating is you. Because you’re mine, ‘an it’s my job to keep you safe.” He snarled, pulse getting even faster. "So no, I’m not too busy to walk you home.” He snarled sarcastically.
“Now, that second one. My mate was overworked and she didn’t tell me. How is big ol’ Alpha here supposed to take care of you if you don’t tell me when you need some care? Who do you think you are overworking my little mate and not letting me take care of her?” He was seething now. The knife bit into your neck, making breathing difficult. You couldn’t form words, you couldn’t even stop crying. “Whose are you?” He growled, voice deadly low in your ear. “Yours, N-negan” You said, choking on a sob. “That’s right, and I take care of what’s mine. You don’t have the right to decide whether or not I take care of you, understand?” He snarled and all you could do was nod your head pleadingly.
“Remind me, what was your last mistake?” He said, voice icy. You had to try several times to choke the words out “I-I I’m s-sorry Alpha. I didn’ tell ya-y-you I was dropping” And that was all you could manage before fully leaning back into him, sobs wracking your body. “You didn’t fucking tell me you were in sub-drop. My fucking omega didn’t tell me she was dropping. Instead I get to find you sobbing on our bed, clutching a pillow, face buried in my shirt.” Your cheeks burn red, but you have to nod anyway. You can’t remember a time you’ve ever heard Negan this pissed. “Tell me, honeybee. Why do you think I’m angry with you?” And you almost collapse on the spot, hating the gut-wrenching feeling of knowing you’ve disappointed your Alpha.
“I…I…um..” but you couldn’t think of anything to say. Pleadingly you looked up at your Alpha through watery eyes, hoping he would understand. You almost regretted it the second you did. His lips were set in a grim line, watching you like a hawk. You were able to catch your breath a little and continue “um, because I didn’t tell you I was hurting so you couldn’t take care of me?” you asked in a voice so small you could barely hear yourself. “Speak up princess, I can’t hear you.” Negan said, though you were sure he had. “I didn’t tell you I was hurting so you couldn’t take care of me.” You said a bit more loudly. You were surprised as Negan landed a sharp smack on your ass. It stung like hell and you knew he’d put a lot of force into it. “And what should you have done instead, princess?” Negan asked.
“I should have let you take care of me.” You said, not able to meet his eyes. He smacked you again, dropping the knife on the bed so that he could grip your hip to hold to steady. “Again.” He snarled.
“I should have let you take care of me.” *SMACK!* “I can’t fuckin’ hear you, brat” he growled.
“I should have let you take care of me!” You cried and another smack landed on your already tender ass. “Louder!” He shouted.
“I should have let you take care of me!” You screamed, tears running down your cheeks as another heavy blow landed.
“Whose are you?” Negan snarled in your ear, hand holding your neck back so it was bared for him.
“Yours.” You sighed into the next smack. “I’m sorry, whose?” Negan asked, voice deadly.
“Yours, Alpha!” You cried, carefully enunciating his title. You expected another blow, but instead he dug his nails into your ass, drawing a gasp from you.
“Good girl.” He said, massaging your tender skin. “You’re mine. You tell me what you need whenever you need it, no matter who’s around or what I’m doing. Understand?” He said lowly, making you shiver as his breath tickled the shell of your ear. “Yes, Alpha” you purred, letting him support you as your muscles relaxed. “Good girl.” He rumbled, giving you a genuine smile that made you melt.
He carefully led you around to lay down at the head of the bed, laying you facedown so he could massage some aloe into your raw skin. He also checked your arms, making sure everything was alright there. As he did so he murmured praises about how proud he was of you and how well you’d done. When he was satisfied, He sat against the headboard and pulled you into his lap. You were too fuzzy still to notice much, so he had to manhandle you a little to get you into his shirt. When he was done, you cuddled into his chest as he rubbed some lotion into your knees, which you were a little surprised to see how red they were.
You both sat together with him cradling you. When your mind was finally clearing up you shifted a little, blinking owlishly up at him. “Well hey there, darlin’” He chuckled, ruffling a hand through your hair, which made you scrunch your nose just a little. “Ready to talk?” He asked gently. You nodded.
“How do you feel overall? Anything hurt in the wrong way? Anything we need to get to immediately?” He asked, eyebrows dipping a little with his serious tone. You took a moment to consider, then shook your head. “Then let’s start from the beginning, that was the longest you’ve been a cock-warmer for me. How was that?” You shifted a little, getting excited at the memory. “Good, I like when you use me, but don’t necessarily pay direct attention to me. It was nice though when you put your hand in my hair when the first guy came in. I liked knowing that you were in charge and okay with the situation. Thank you for letting me do it for so long” You said slowly, still having to work to pull some thoughts together. “We need to replace the kneeling mat soon, that one’s getting a little worn down.” You added, watching Negan nod as he made a mental note of what you said.
“I’m glad you liked it, and you’re welcome. I like that too, having you close and accounted for. I’ll make sure to change the mat before your next session. Anything else?” He asked while smoothing a hand up and down your back. You thought for a second before shaking your head.
“Okay, what about serving as furniture? We had someone outside our small group watching you for the first time. How was that?” He asked, voice soft and slow. You shivered at the reminder. “I liked that a lot. I liked that I could feel temperatures through it. I think I could handle a little more weight, but not a lot or it would get too heavy. That might be fun to play around with though, like how much I can handle before my arms give out. I like Rick. And I like being good for you in front of people.” You said, voice clearer now than it was a few minutes ago. Negan smiled at you, his eyes crinkling just for you. “And you did so well princess, you made me very proud to be your alpha. Would you want to test the too much weight with other people or alone first?” You thought for a second before responding “Surprise me.” Which pulled another chuckle from Negan. He let you enjoy the moment a second long before getting more serious.
“Alright now, honeybee. What about that last part? How do you feel?” Negan asked earnestly, tilting your chin up so you would meet his eyes. You squirmed a bit, guilt trying to claw its way back. “Thank you. I needed that. I felt awful and it just kept building up until I didn’t know what to do but cry. I–I liked when you called me a brat…” You ducked your head blushing. How could you talk about cockwarming and kneeling naked in front of almost-strangers, but this is what made you blush?? Negan huffed out a laugh and pulled you tighter to his chest. His next words vibrated through you pleasantly: “You’re welcome, princess. It’s my job to take care of you and boy do I have the best job in the world. Brat eh? I’ll have to remember that.”
You two stayed cuddled like that for a while longer before, enjoying the closeness you relationship fostered.
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.
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"Oh fuck." Carl whimpers out as his moans fill the silence of his bedroom with his hips circling and toes all but curling at the sensation.
Under him, Negan thrusts his hips upward, single-handedly managing to hit that one spot that never fails to make Carl wail, head on. The omega throws his head back with a loud cry of pleasure as he places his smaller hands against the alpha's toned chest just so that he doesn't lose his balance from the abrupt movement. "Jesus— fuck." Carl pants out dragging a set of nails down Negan’s chest, tainting the tan skin in red marks. Negan for his part only gives a small hiss before he’s leaning up and kissing along with nipping at the pale expanse of Carl’s neck while gripping the boy’s hips in a way that was sure to leave bruises. Carl gives a shaky breath as he continues to move his hips in time with Negan’s own, creating a needy rhythm.
Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.
This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.
Fandom: The Walking Dead AU
Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character
Status: Ongoing
Contains: swearing, smut
Intended for readers 18+ of age only
Masterlist in my bio
“Have you thought about what we wanna do for the wedding?” Chuck asks Negan the next morning as they sit at the dining room table eating their breakfast. Chuck has her bowl of Cocoa Puffs and Negan has just finished his eggs and bacon. “My mom is getting impatient,” she explains.
Negan chuckles as he looks up from the newspaper in his hands. “I haven’t really. I thought I’d leave that shit for you to do.”
She lets out a little huff. “Gee, thanks.”
“Well, I didn’t wanna be in the fuckin’ way. It’s usually the woman that wants everything just perfect.”
“Not this woman. I’m fine with something simple, like just having it in the back yard. But when I told my mom that, she tried to convince me to do the whole church thing.”
He takes a sip of his coffee as he thinks that over. “I like the idea of doing shit here. I did the fuckin’ church thing with Lucille and I fuckin’ hated it. All pomp and circumstance. Her parents even insisted on the traditional mating ceremony, which is long and fuckin’ boring. I didn’t enjoy one minute of that shit.”
“I don’t want all that. I just want a simple thing with us and our family.”
“Fine by me. Besides,” he gives her a smirk, “the less money we spend on the wedding, the more money we can spend on the honeymoon.”
At that, she takes in a sharp excited breath. “Ooo. Honeymoon,” she draws out. “Let’s get mom to plan our wedding so we can plan the fun stuff.”
“You know it won’t be simple if we give her full reign.”
“You’re right. We’ll have to supervise, set out some parameters. But I definitely want to get our honeymoon sorted really quickly.”
“What are you thinkin’?”
She only mulls it over for a moment before she blurts out, “Hawaii!”
“Hawaii?” he repeats, not quite as enthusiastic as she was.
“Yeah, Hawaii. I’ve never been to any place tropical.” She continues to look at him, searching his face for his true thoughts. “You don’t like the idea?”
He shrugs nonchalantly. “Lounging on the beach sounds fuckin’ nice. Especially if you’re there in a skimpy ass bikini.”
She laughs. “I’ve never worn a skimpy bikini in my life.”
“There’s always time to start,” he quips with a quirk of his eyebrow.
“Then you have to wear one of those Italian model speedos.”
He laughs out loud with his head thrown back. “I don’t think so.”
She shrugs a shoulder. “It’s only fair.”
He lets out a final chuckle before getting the subject back on track. “So when are we planning on doing this?”
“When do you want?”
He thinks a moment. “Sometime before the school year starts probably. Since I won’t be fuckin’ working yet. And summer will be nice weather.”
“I think I should be able to take some time off, too.”
“Sounds fuckin’ good to me.”
After a little bit more discussion, they decide on June 15 for the wedding. The honeymoon would come right after, of course. Chuck calls her mother as soon as they have the date set in stone and tells her about what she and Negan discussed. Even though Diane would rather have a more traditional wedding for her daughter in their neighborhood church, she’s still excited to go through with what Chuck and Negan want. She’s also glad that they are including her on the planning, even if they’ve specifically told her to keep things simple (and put her on a strict budget).
That night while Chuck and Negan are getting into bed, he pulls her into his chest and lets out a content sigh. “Mr. And Mrs. Negan,” he says softly, thinking about all they’ve discussed today. “I fuckin’ like the sound of that. All this wedding talk has me excited about this marriage shit.”
Chuck’s eyes go wide, then she lifts herself up to look at Negan. “Yeah... I’m excited, too. But... I, uh, was actually thinking about keeping my name, though,” she admits hesitantly.
“What?” He moves to sit up quickly, his brows furrowed in a mixture of anger and confusion. “You don’t wanna take my name?”
She straightens herself up beside him to answer. “I just... I like my name,” she says as gently as she can, since it seems like Negan isn’t very happy with this development. “And my dad was an only child. I’m the only Langdon left,” she adds.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me, Chuck?” he bites back.
She’s taken aback by his strong reaction. “Are you really that upset about it?”
He scoffs. “You think I wouldn’t be?!”
“You always said you hated your father. I didn’t think you’d really care much about passing on his name.”
“Negan was not my father’s name,” he explains with some venom in his voice. “Negan is my name. That’s the name I chose and now my mate is saying she doesn’t want it!”
Now Chuck feels a little bad. She didn’t know any of that. “I’m sorry. You never mentioned your father’s name. Or that you changed yours.”
“Well, I didn’t think it was fuckin’ important,” he spits out.
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
He throws his arms up in frustration. “What the fuck did you expect?”
“I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal!”
“Not a big deal? Are you fuckin’ kidding me? How the fuck are you still this goddamn clueless about all this shit? You’re not a stupid fuckin’ beta, Chuck. You’re an omega. My omega. And I’m the alpha. It’s time you started to fuckin’ act like it.”
She’s shocked, not only by his words, but the harsh tone he uses to spit them out. Tears start to well up in her eyes as she struggles to respond to him. Negan can see how upset she’s getting, but before he can try to fix it, she jumps out of bed and rushes out of the room.
“Chuck, wait!” he calls out, but is only met by hurried footsteps down the hall and the guest bedroom door slamming shut. “Shit,” he mutters, sobering some at her reaction. Even through is anger, he knows he’s messed up. And upsetting Chuck is the last thing he wants to do.
Once Chuck gets into the guest room, she whips back the covers on the bed and gets into it, angrily pulling the comforter up under her chin, as if she could just go to sleep after what just happened. But she’s too angry and upset about the situation, both with herself for misjudging what Negan’s reaction would be and with him for being so harsh with her.
Just a moment later, Negan’s soft voice calls out from the other side of the door, much calmer than it had been just a minute ago. “Can I come in?” he asks, not even trying the handle to see if it was locked. He figures barging in without permission wouldn’t garner him any favors at this point.
She sniffles and sits up, giving it serious thought to deny him. “Yeah,” she finally croaks as she wipes the tears from her eyes and moves to lean back on the headboard.
He walks in slowly and stops right beside the bed. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have said what I fuckin’ did.”
Chuck just nods, unsure of what to say.
“You just need to understand-” he sits down on the edge of the bed to face her. “My alpha took over. All he heard was that his mate wanted nothing to do with him.”
She shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant at all.”
“I know it isn’t, but...” He lets out a heavy breath. “Please take my name, Chuck,” he says softly, almost begging. “It would be like I failed as a fuckin’ alpha if you didn’t.”
“Failed at what?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Keeping you, I guess.”
“ Keeping me?” she questions.
“I know that sounds fuckin’ bad, but...” he rubs his his hand down his chin. “That’s the alpha instincts in me. Every time I see my mark on your neck, it makes me feel like I won the goddamn lottery. And hearing you say, ‘I’m Mrs. Negan’ will do the same fuckin’ thing. Make me feel like I’m the luckiest fuck in the world, like I’m the best fuckin’ alpha cuz I got the most beautiful, amazing omega at my side.”
Chuck’s known that Negan has a possessive streak, just like almost every other alpha, but she’s never really thought about how ingrained that is in his personality. It’s not just possessiveness, it’s tied into his sense of self worth as an alpha.
And in a way he was right about her being clueless. She has become more comfortable with herself as an omega, but she hasn’t really been too open to learning about the alpha world. She realizes that should probably change if she wants to be able to understand Negan better.
Since it means so much to him, she makes the decision to take his name, though she really doesn’t want to drop her own family name completely. “Can we compromise?” she asks hesitantly.
“Compromise how?”
“I take your name, be Mrs. Negan, but I keep mine, too. Charlotte Josephine Langdon Negan.”
“What would our kids’ names be?”
“Negan. But they would have Langdon as like a middle name. If that makes sense.”
He thinks a second. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.” He leans in to give her a kiss. “I’m really sorry for being a dick,” he says without pulling back much from her. “I fuckin’ hate to see you upset.”
“I’m sorry for not thinking about how you would feel about it. I guess I should be more considerate.”
“It’s alright.” He kisses her again. “Can we go back to our room, now? I fuckin’ hate the guest room.”
She giggles a little. “Yeah.”
Negan’s ping pong table arrives a few days later and the newly formed Alexandria High School Table Tennis Club is set to hold their first meeting. There are only six of them, all the students that had told Negan about the ping pong table in the first place plus one extra girl. So maybe people weren’t clambering to get their names on the sign up sheets like Negan had hoped, but at least there’s more than a few kids here. And it’s an even number, so there’s that.
Carl and his two friends live close by in the neighborhood, so Negan offers to drive the three boys home from school. There isn’t enough room for the three girls, too, but fortunately, one of them has a car and offers to drive the others. Once they all get to Negan’s house, he parks his car in the driveway and invites the kids inside.
As soon as the front door opens, Chuck stands from her seat on the couch to meet Negan at the door.
“Hey, baby,” he greets her with a quick kiss then gestures for the kids to enter. “Come on in.” Once they all pile in, Negan closes the door behind them. “This is Chuck, my mate,” he throws out casually as he moves across the room to the door leading to the garage. “I’m just gonna move my girl’s car to give us more fuckin’ room out there,” he throws back to the students.
With Negan now out of the room, Chuck feels a need to fill the awkward silence. “Hello,” she greets the students herself.
The kids, with the exception of Carl, just stare at her without moving, unsure of what to say. It’s awkward being in a teacher’s home to begin with, but now they’re in a mated pair’s home, which is a first for all of them.
“Hey, Chuck,” Carl says back, breaking the tension.
She gives him a warm smile, thankful to have some of the pressure off of her. “How’s your dad and Michonne?”
“They’re good,” he answers, then looks around at his classmates. “This is,” he starts to point the kids out, since they aren’t taking the initiative to introduce themselves, “Isaac, Luisa, Renee, Oliver, and Tatiana.”
“It’s very nice to meet you all.” Chuck clears her throat nervously and gestures back to the kitchen. “I, uh, I made some rice krispy treats if you guys want a snack.” She hadn’t been sure what to do to be a good host for the students. Providing finger food seemed to be like a good bet. And rice krispy treats are something she can actually make. “I have chips, too,” she adds.
That was apparently the right thing to say because the kids push their way into the kitchen and lay into the spread of snacks that Chuck had laid out for them. With the junk food loosening them up, they actually start to talk.
“How old are you?” Oliver asks Chuck suddenly as he stuffs his mouth with chips.
The girl closest to him, Renee, smacks him on the arm. “You don’t ask a woman her age.”
“What?!” he bites back, then swallows his mouthful. “She’s a lot younger than Negan.”
Chuck laughs at the exchange. “I’m twenty six.”
Isaac looks up, his curiosity piqued. “How old is Negan, then, exactly?”
Before she can answer, the man himself steps into the kitchen. “Don’t you fuckin’ answer that.” He reaches over everyone to steal a chip from the bowl on the counter.
Chuck giggles at his reaction. “You don’t want them to know that you’re twenty nine?” she jokes.
Carl jumps right in, not believing Chuck’s quip. “He’s not twenty nine . He’s my dad’s age. At least.”
“You calling me old, kid?”
Carl just shrugs his shoulder, not backing down. “I’m just sayin’. There’s no way you’re twenty nine.”
“Alright, alright. Smartass.” Negan steals another chip, stuffing it into his mouth casually. “Everyone, thank my beautiful wife for providing this shit.”
There’s an unenthusiastic chorus of “thank you, Mrs. Negan”s from the teens, which makes her chuckle.
“You’re welcome. But ‘Chuck’ is just fine.”
Negan points to the boys then gestures to the snacks. “Carry this shit out to the garage. We got work to do setting shit up.” Once all the kids’ backs are turned to go to the garage, Negan wraps his arms around Chuck and gives her a not-so-innocent kiss. “You gonna watch me kick those kids’ asses?”
She laughs and returns the hug. “I might peek my head in.”
“Alright.” He kisses her again. “Make sure to stare at my ass when you do.”
Chuck has a smile on her face as she watches him leave the room. The smile only gets bigger when she realizes that Negan had called her his wife in front of the kids. It came so easily and seemed so natural that it hadn’t even registered to her.
She giggles to herself and moves to go into the garage, too, taking Negan up on the invitation to see him in his own element instructing the students.
“Happy birthday,” Chuck whispers in Negan’s ear once she feels him finally stir awake days later.
He lets out a soft groan and smiles as he opens his eyes to see Chuck leaning over him. His voice is low and gravelly with sleep as he says, “Whatcha gonna give me?”
She giggles and bends down to give him a quick kiss. “I just said ‘happy birthday.’ Isn’t that enough?” she jokes.
Stretching out a little to wake himself up, he places his hand on her back and gently caresses her. “Bounce on my dick a little bit and we’ll call it even.” He nudges her to shift positions so that she’s straddling him.
She giggles, already figuring that he would request some sort of activity this morning. “Well, guess what?” she draws out playfully, bending her body down so that her face is close to his.
Letting his hands wander up her thighs under her nightgown, he bites his lip at the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips. “What, dear?”
She moves to place her lips near to his ear and whispers, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
The words no sooner leave her lips when Negan flips them both over and settles between her legs. She giggles at the impatient motion, but once she sees him pull his already hard flesh from his boxers and position himself, her eyes go wide.
“Negan, what are you doing?” she says as she leans up on her elbows.
He pauses. “I thought we were getting our fuck on.”
“We’re not ready yet. Unless you want me to get pregnant.”
“Shit.” He pauses as he realizes that in his excitement, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. “I can be careful. I’ll fuckin’ pull out.”
“Are you sure? You can’t knot me then.”
“I got plenty of time tonight to knot you. Besides, you’re not near your fuckin’ heat right now, so even if I did cum in you, I bet we’d be safe.”
That is true, Chuck thinks. Her period is due in just a couple days. Besides, she’s been fantasizing all morning before she woke him, so she’s more than ready to go. And a little impatient herself.
“Well, then. Get on with it,” she says in a breathy whisper as she lays back down.
With a bite of his lip, Negan takes ahold of her waist with one hand and uses his other to guide him into her slowly, making sure that she’s really ready for him. He’s not met with much resistance and when he’s fully sheathed inside her, he lets out soft grunt.
“Shit, you feel so good like this,” he breathes out.
It does feel a little different to Chuck, having his skin in direct contact with her own for the first time. It feels almost like it’s even more of an intimate act. Like being able to feel all of him completely unhindered is how it should be. If only it weren’t for her condition, that’s how it could be from now on. She could take the birth control pills and they could have completely spontaneous sex without having to waste the time in getting ready with an omega condom. Not to mention that Negan wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of picking them up from the pharmacy anymore.
“Chuck?” Negan’s voice draws her out of her thoughts. “You with me?” he asks, having seen the look on her face as if she was miles away.
“Yeah,” she answers.
“If you don’t wanna do this, we can stop.”
“No, no,” she’s quick to reply. “I was just thinking that this feels good,” she fibs, not wanting too tell him the extent of what she really was thinking.
“Really?” he skeptically asks. “You looked completely lost inside your own fuckin’ head.” He bends forward a bit over her to caress your cheek. “If you’re freaked out about raw dogging it, we can slip a condom on.”
When he starts to move away, she grabs his arm to stop him. “No. I want to do this.” To punctuate her point, she starts to move her hips up to meet his, causing him to sink back into her.
“Mmm.” He moves back to sit on his knees so he can get a good look at her. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful spread out for me.”
As he starts to thrust inside her again, she lets out a little whimper and closes her eyes. “That feels so good.”
He runs his hands up her hips to grasp her waist to give himself more leverage to go faster. “Shit. I love this pussy.”
She giggles, but it quickly turns to a moan as he starts to hit the right spot. “Ah. You’re so good to me.”
“You bet your fuckin’ ass I am.” He moves to lay on top of her, never losing rhythm. “You getting close, baby?” he asks, though he can already feel that she is.
“Keep going,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles into her neck, right on the spot that holds his mark. “I wouldn’t fuckin’ dream of it.”
With her orgasm quickly approaching, she grabs onto the hair at the back of his head as she meets his thrusts. “Oh, god!”
“That’s it.” He moves his mouth close to her ear and growls, “Cum for daddy.”
That hurdles her over the edge, sending her into a powerful orgasm. Through the lustful haze, Chuck calls out, “Knot me, Alpha!” not fully aware of what she’s saying.
That itself nearly sends Negan to his end right then and there, but his rational mind somehow wins out and he manages to pull out to spill onto her stomach.
Once they both come back down and catch their breaths, Chuck sees the mess Negan made on her. “Why didn’t you knot me?”
“Because you told me you didn’t want me to before we started fucking,” he answers from his spot on the bed beside her.
“But I said you could.”
“Yeah. When you were fuckin’ cumming. I know shit gets intense between us and our bodies take over, overriding our fuckin’ brains. I wouldn’t ever want to do something to you and have you regret it when your goddamn senses come back.”
She looks over to him with a lazy smile. “I love you, Negan,” is all she can say in that moment as she thinks about how amazing he really is to her. He’s done so much already, literally saved her life even. Him not going against what they had initially agreed on just shows how much he really cares about her. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
He leans over and kisses her deeply. “I’m the fuckin’ lucky one, baby girl,” he whispers and leans back from her. “And I can’t fuckin’ wait to knot that pussy after our date tonight.
That makes her laugh. “My mate, the romantic.”
“Damn right.” He steps out of the bed and holds his hand out to her. “Let’s jump in the shower then I’ll make you some breakfast.”
She allows him to pull her out of her comfy spot on the bed. “It’s your birthday. I should be cooking for you.”
“You know I like cooking.” He leads her into the bathroom and starts the shower, dialing it in to the right temperature. “Why don’t I take you out on my bike after we eat. It’s supposed to actually be fuckin’ warm today.” He lets her step in first to stand under the water. “And you haven’t gotten to ride on it yet since I fuckin’ finished it.
She turns around, not only to answer him face to face, but to wet her hair under the stream of hot water. “That sounds really nice,” she replies, though she is a little nervous about the motorcycle. She’s only ever ridden on one the one time with Negan. It was really fun, but it’s still a little nerve racking being perched on top of an engine with wheels and no other protection around you besides a helmet.
After their breakfast (which they both actually have a hand in making), they get ready for their ride. The weather is rather mild, perfect for Chuck’s denim jacket over a light hoodie and jeans. Negan, of course, wears the black leather jacket he always does when he takes his bike out, but Chuck isn’t complaining. He always looks really good in it, whether he zips it up fully or leaves it open. And there’s also something about the red scarf he alway wraps around his neck that she really likes, though she’d never actually say that to him.
“Ready to go, baby?” he asks as he hands over her helmet to put on.
“Yup.” Once she puts the helmet on, Negan makes sure it’s buckled right and helps her onto the back of his motorcycle.
After putting on his own helmet, he hops on himself and starts the machine up. “Hold on tight.”
She giggles and cuddles up to his back as she wraps her arms around him. “I’m ready to go when you are.”
Negan kick starts the bike and pulls out of the garage, using his remote to close the door after them. As they travel the roads, Chuck watches the scenery change from the suburbs she’s used to, to places unfamiliar. Negan had specifically told her that he wouldn’t say where they were going, so she knows it’s useless to even ask.
Less than an hour later, the land turns more rural and she notices a big sign off to the right saying “Great Falls Park”. Negan continues on leisurely through the mountain roads until he gets to a small parking lot. Once the bike is stopped, he hops off and helps Chuck to do the same.
“This place is gorgeous,” Chuck comments after they both remove their helmets and hang them on the handles of the bike.
Negan takes her hand and the pair starts to walk the trail. “Rick suggested it.”
“He did?”
“I fuckin’ asked him where a good place to ride a motorcycle is and he said,” he puts on a southern accent, “‘I don’t ride motorcycles.’” He shakes his head with a little laugh. “But he said it was nice as fuck out this way.”
“It was a nice ride getting here anyway.”
“I might take Aaron out here once he gets his fuckin’ bike done. You think he’d like that?”
She laughs. “You trying to get romantic with my uncle?” she jokes.
“I wouldn’t have to try too fuckin’ hard. You know he wants my dick so bad,” he retorts without missing a beat.
“Just because he’s gay, that doesn’t mean he’ll go for just any man,” she says through her giggles.
He gestures to himself. “You don’t think he’d hop on this if I offered?”
“No!” She slaps him on the arm. “You’re not his type! And, oh yeah, you’re my boyfriend. I don’t think he’d be a home wrecker.”
Negan wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her in to kiss the top of her head. “I don’t know. Still think I could hit it,” he adds, joking further.
Chuck laughs and playfully smacks his chest. “There’s this guy he’s been talking to, anyway,” she finally comments, moving past Negan’s joke. “Friend of a friend kinda thing. I think he wants to start dating him, but he feels weird about it.”
Negan nods in understanding. “Shit’s weird for a while after you lose a spouse.”
“He says this guy’s nice.” She chuckles a little. “And that everyone calls him Jesus because he... kinda looks like Jesus, I guess.”
“Jesus, huh. That’s fuckin’ funny.”
They continue to follow the signs saying “scenic overlook” for a ways. Once they get to their destination, they’re met with an amazing view of the falls that the area is named for. The water from the Potomac River rushes through the rocky gorge creating a pleasing white noise that fills the area.
“Oh shit,” Negan calls out as he leans on the railing to look at the feature. “Rick was right. This shit’s beautiful.”
Chuck can’t help but giggle at him. “It really is. This reminds me of the first time you took me out on your bike.”
He turns to shoot her a smile. “Oh yeah. I took you out to the fuckin’ boonies.”
“I was so nervous,” she admits through a laugh.
He moves to stand behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. “About being on the bike?”
“A little bit. But I was more nervous about being with you.”
He chuckles a little. “You were nervous about me?”
“Yeah.” She places her hands on his arms around her. “I was nervous about being so close to you.” The realization of how silly that sounds makes her giggle.
“Didja think I was gonna bite?” he jokes.
“More like, I thought you were gonna suddenly realize that you really didn’t want anything to do with me and abandon me somewhere.”
He scoffs. “Like that could ever fuckin’ happen.” He turns to kiss her cheek. “You now you got me wrapped around your fuckin’ finger.”
She laughs. “Well I know that now . I didn’t back then.”
He kisses her again, hoping that she truly knows how special she is to him. “So which ride was better, do you think?”
She thinks about it for a second. “This one,” she answers as she hugs his arms around her a bit more, “because I get cuddles this time.”
He laughs at her answer. What he was really asking was which bike she liked better, hoping she’d praise all the work he’s done on his Harley. But her sweet answer has him squeezing her a little bit tighter and kissing her temple.
“Fuckin’ adorable,” he says almost to himself.
After a few moments of silence, she asks, “Could we keep this up? Like take a ride every Sunday or something?”
“That sounds fuckin’ good to me. I’d love that.”
She turns back to look at him. “I would, too.”
Later on that night, Chuck and Negan get ready to go to dinner for Negan’s birthday. She had made the reservation for them at a highly rated restaurant in D.C. right on the Potomac River, though she hasn’t told Negan where they’re going. They both dress up a little, Negan in dark slacks, white button up, and a blazer, Chuck in a black and white polka dot sundress with a cardigan.
As Chuck finishes putting her hair up as she stands in front of the mirror in their room, Negan walks in. “I’m almost done,” she informs him.
He just watches her for a moment as her delicate fingers pin up her waves away from her face. “When do we gotta leave? If you’d tell me where we’re going, I’d fuckin’ know how long it’d take to get there.”
She shoots him a look. “I told you-“
“I know, I know.” He hold his hands up and walks closer to her. “It’s a surprise.”
With her hair finished, she turns to face him. “I think you’ll really like it. But we should get going now if we wanna beat D.C. traffic.”
“D.C., huh? Want me to drive?”
“No,” she draws out as she moves to pat him on the chest. “You don’t know where we’re going.”
“You could tell me...”
She laughs. “You really hate not being in control, don’t you?”
He just shrugs as she moves past him to leave the bedroom, since she’s not exactly wrong. But he decides not to push it and allows her to drive him north into the city. After they park the car, Chuck leads Negan down a busy boardwalk along the river. With the sun setting, the whole area is bathed in reds and oranges. The last sunbeams of the day bounce across the water making everything look almost surreal.
“Here it is,” Chuck finally points out as they come up to the restaurant. “It had a lot of good reviews. And they have surf and turf, so I thought-“
She doesn’t even get to finish before Negan is calling out, “Shit, I love surf and turf!”
Giggling, she admits, “That’s what I was gonna say. I thought you’d like that.”
Once they get inside and speak to the hostess, they are led to their table on the patio overlooking the water. Overhead string lights above the tables add soft lighting as the sun is almost completely below the horizon. Chuck thinks to herself that the ambiance must be good, since almost every other table is taken. She’s glad that she made the reservation in advance so they didn’t have to wait.
As Negan pulls out the chair for Chuck, she momentarily makes eye contact with the older woman at the table next to them, but her attention is quickly brought back to sitting down in the chair as Negan is waiting for her.
After they get their drink order in (a couple glasses of a nice red wine), Negan gets the chance to look around at the scenery. “Shit, this is nice.”
“It really is.”
“Hope I can afford it,” he jokes.
“I’m paying, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
“I’m not gonna make you pay for all this.”
“Well, you’re really hard to shop for, so this is your birthday present from me.”
“You never have to buy me anything, sweetheart. I’m fuckin’ pleased as punch just to have you with me.”
No matter how long they’ve been together, when Negan says things like that, Chuck still blushes hard. Since she’s still a little flustered when the waitress comes over, she just quickly doubles Negan’s order of the surf and turf, though she does request the steak be well done rather than Negan’s medium rare.
Negan shakes his head at her as the waitress walks away from the table to put the order in. “You should try it not burned to fuckin’ death,” he comments with a chuckle.
She gives him a little shrug. “It’s not burned , it’s just cooked.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.” He takes a gulp of his wine. “Am I driving home?”
“I can drive if you want another glass of wine. You know this’ll be my only one.”
“Sounds good to me.” With another gulp, he practically empties his drink.
As they wait for their meal to arrive, the waitress comes back onto the patio carrying a very fancy looking dessert. She walks over to the older couple sitting at the table beside them and sets it down.
“Happy fortieth anniversary!” the young server calls out cheerfully.
“Oh, Harold!” the woman says to her husband. “Did you tell them to make my favorite?”
Negan and Chuck watch the scene as the long married beta couple enjoy their anniversary dessert, all the while looking lovingly at one another.
“That’s so cute,” Chuck leans in to whisper to Negan. “That’s gonna be us one day.”
“Shit, I’ll be pushing ninety in forty years.”
“How long have you two been married?” the woman from the other table asks them, bringing them both out of their conversation.
Chuck feels a little embarrassed that the couple must have heard her talking about them. “Oh, uh... We’re not married, yet,” she answers.
“I’m sorry,” the woman replies. “I just assumed, since I saw your mark.”
Negan jumps in to explain. He knows that people, especially old fashioned ones, can get judgey real quick when it comes to alphas and omegas. He’s just hoping to cut the conversation short if these two betas are assholes. “The claim came first. The wedding’s in a couple months.”
The man speaks up for the first time. “Our son just got married a few weeks ago. He and his mate decided to have the traditional mating ceremony.”
“It really was beautiful,” his wife comments.
“Your son is an alpha?” Chuck asks, knowing that it’s rare for beta parents to have anything but betas as children. She herself is one of the very rare exceptions.
“We adopted him when he was two,” the woman explains. “Had no idea he would present alpha.”
“Shit,” Negan says with a little chuckle. “I bet that was quite the surprise. Dealing with a newly presented alpha is hard as it is. Throw in that you’re not ready for it...” He lets out a low whistle.
“It was hard, but he’s grown up to be an amazing man,” the woman says, her voice full of pride. “Are you doing the traditional ceremony?”
“We’re just doing something simple at home,” Chuck answers. “We’ve been mated for months now, so... it’s just going to be a family get together, really.”
“That sounds nice,” the woman comments as she spies the waitress coming out with Chuck and Negan’s food. “Good luck. And enjoy your meal.”
“Thank you,” both Chuck and Negan reply.
The couple bids their farewells as Chuck and Negan accept their orders from the server.
“They were really nice,” Chuck says as she starts to dig into her meal. There’s so much food that she knows some of it’s going to be coming home with them. But she’s sure Negan won’t mind the leftovers.
Negan, of course, cleans his plate fairly quickly without much other conversation. Chuck doesn’t mind, though, because it’s obvious he’s enjoying it. And that is the whole reason she wanted to come here.
“That was fuckin’ delicious,” he finally voices his opinion after he wipes his mouth clean. “Thanks for finding this fuckin’ place.”
“You’re welcome. The food is really good. I’m getting full, though.”
Once Chuck finally decides to throw in the towel, the waitress comes back over with a doggy bag. “Anything else tonight?” she asks.
“Just the check,” Negan answers.
The waitress gives him a smile. “That table beside you already took care of it.”
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” Negan responds in his usual way.
The young waitress is taken aback a bit by his language, but answers nonetheless. “They told me to tell you to it was a wedding present.”
Chuck is flabbergasted. “Oh my god. That was so nice of them.”
The waitress just smiles back, saying, “Have a good rest of your night,” before leaving.
Negan scratches the back of his neck. “Shit. Now I really feel like an asshole for thinking that they’d be assholes.”
“You thought they’d be assholes?”
“When they first started talking to us, I thought they’d be like those fuckin’ bigot betas that think we should live like it’s the 1800s. Do everything the traditional way and keep out of beta society.”
“Do you get that a lot?” Chuck has had a few run ins with jerks since she’s presented, but she wouldn’t exactly call it a common occurrence.
He shrugs. “I guess not. Twenty years ago, I definitely did get shit all the time just for being an alpha. Got in my fair share of fistfights with betas with an alpha complex, thinking they could take me on. But I guess shit’s changed now. At least for the most part.”
“That’s a good thing. I’m kinda glad I’m getting to live in a better time for omegas.”
“You and me both.” His face turns from his serious expression to a smirk. “I guess you dodged spending your money,” Negan jokes.
“That means I technically didn’t get you a birthday present,” she comments while scrunching up her face in an apologetic way.
“I think I know how you can fuckin’ make it up to me. With some fucking.” Negan wiggles his eyebrows. “If you get what I’m sayin’.”
Chuck laughs. “You’re so great at subtlety.”
Over the next few weeks, Negan and Chuck try to get ready for their wedding. Negan, of course, excuses himself from most of the planning, even if he tries to make a case that that’s not really what he’s doing.
“If we’re gonna be entertaining, our backyard needs some fuckin’ work,” he explains to Chuck one day. “I’m thinking... I could lay some bricks down and make a nice fuckin’ patio. Put a fire pit in.” He thinks a moment before his face lights up in excitement. “Oh fuck! I can put in a kickass grilling area. Then we can have bbqs and shit!”
“For the wedding,” Chuck comments dryly, bringing his focus back on what it should be on.
“Of course!” he says immediately. “The weather should be fuckin’ nice for the wedding. We can have a cookout for the guests instead of fuckin’ paying a caterer or whatever. We’re not gonna have that many people over anyway. I can grill burgers and shit easy.”
Chuck giggles at his reasoning. “We can do that. Though I have the sneaking suspicion that you just want to use our wedding budget so you can get a new grill.”
He just shrugs, not trying to fight her. “But it would be for the fuckin’ wedding. Technically.”
She laughs. “Okay. You can have your patio.”
“Fuck yes!”
As Negan spends his time doing that, Diane takes the reins on figuring out how they are going to decorate the back yard. Since they’re on a budget, she decides to make most of the decorations themselves. Crepe paper flowers, diy chair covers for the cheap folding chairs they have, goodwill candle holders, nothing too fancy. But Chuck thinks it’s all perfect. She doesn’t want her wedding to be about the ceremony; it’s about her and Negan along with their extended family.
One thing they don’t really have to worry about is who they’re going to get to officiate. Since it’s not really a religious ceremony, they don’t need to worry about getting a pastor or priest to marry them. And since they’re already mated in the eyes of the law, they don’t need any paperwork or anything. Their wedding is more like a celebration of their coming together, so Aaron says he will be the one to say a few words and lead the wedding.
Once it comes time to pick out the wedding dress, Diane takes Chuck to a small, secondhand dress shop in D.C. Chuck already knows that she wants something simple, not to mention, something that she won’t have to make payments on for several years.
“What about this one?” Diane says as she holds up a floor length monstrosity straight from the eighties, big puffy sleeves and all.
“Oh my god, Mom. That’s horrible.”
Diane laughs. “It’s not that bad.”
Chuck takes the garment from her and puts it back on the rack to punctuate her point. “It’s the worst.”
“Well, what are you looking for, then?” Diane asks as she continues to peruse the dresses.
“I don’t know. Maybe something with lace. I don’t really want that shiny material. It doesn’t even need to be like a wedding wedding dress. You know? Any white-ish dress could work.”
“Why don’t we just pick a bunch out and you can try them on. Maybe if you see them on you, we’ll find the one you want.”
With that suggestion, Chuck starts picking out any dress that even remotely catches her eye. Diane does, too. With their mountain of dresses, Chuck heads off to the dressing room to see if any of them stand out. Ten dresses in, Chuck still hasn’t found it.
“I liked that second one,” Diane comments once she sees the frustration on her daughter’s face.
“I don’t know,” Chuck says, dejected. “It was alright.” She happens to look off to her right to see one of the shop workers putting a dress back on a rack. She’s not sure why, but she can’t take her eyes off of the garment.
Diane follows her gaze and takes notice of the dress, too. “Want me to get that one?”
“Yeah. Might as well try it.”
Diane heads over to the rack and picks up the knee length dress. It’s white, though it’s covered with a light champagne lace that starts at the collar bones and makes up the 3/4 length sleeves as well as covering the skirt, which is built up with tulle. The dress underneath the lace has a very feminine sweetheart neckline and is cinched at the waist.
Once Chuck slips it on and takes a peek in the mirror, she instantly knows it’s the one. It may not be the traditional type of dress, but it’s perfect. She steps out of the dressing room with a big smile on her face to look to her mother. “Do you like this one?” she asks.
The older woman can’t help but tear up at the sight of her daughter. “You look so beautiful, sweetie. It’s perfect. I love it.”
“Really?” Chuck looks down as she smooths the skirt. “I think it’s the one.”
“I think it’s the one, too. Negan is going to love it.”
Luckily for Chuck, the dress is only about $200, but it’s still beautiful despite the price. It does need some alterations (that, luckily, can be done in the shop), which will add a little bit to the price tag, but Chuck is still very happy with it. As Chuck is in the back with the seamstress taking measurements, Diane sneakily goes to the counter and requests to pay for the dress. Even though Chuck was adamant about not having Diane pay for anything, her mother still wants to provide something for her only daughter. Once Chuck emerges from the back and tries to pay a little while later, she’s, of course, surprised that Diane had taken care of it. She decides not to fight her mother on it, though, since she looks so happy about it.
With the dress crossed off the list, the wedding planning is just about finished. And Negan’s hard work in the backyard has certainly paid off. With the help of Simon, Rick, and Carl on the weekends, Negan’s turned their rather plain backyard into the perfect place to entertain. His brand new grill sits on their covered porch with enough space to do his thing when he feels the need to cookout. The steps lead down to the patio/fire pit complete with seating enough for any fireside chats or storytelling they might want to do. There is, of course, an open area in the middle that will be where the actual wedding will take place, but Negan has still worked on it, making sure the ground is nice and even and the grass is lush and thick. Once Chuck sees the finished product, she’s filled with pride for Negan with how he’s transformed the area so beautifully.
It’s a few weeks before the wedding, but Negan knows Chuck’s heat will start pretty soon. That, paired with their upcoming honeymoon means that he needs to make sure he’s stocked up on protection. They’re not completely out yet, but he knows they’re going to be going through a lot of them pretty soon, especially with the fuckfest he’s planning once they’re in Hawaii. And that means Negan has to head down to the pharmacy.
As soon as Negan walks in, he sees the asshole pharmacist that refuses to fill his prescription for omega condoms on “religious grounds”. Which everyone knows is bullshit, but it’s, somehow, not illegal, even though it’s blatant discrimination. Instead of walking out right then and there, Negan waits in line on the off chance that the other pharmacist had refilled his prescription before the asshole one got there. Once he gets to the front of the line, the usual young woman cashier is at the counter.
“Should I even bother asking?” he says to her. He doesn’t hold any ill will towards the girl. She doesn’t have anything to do with the actual prescriptions. And it’s obvious that she feels bad about the hoops Negan has to jump through.
The cashier gives him a less than hopeful smile. “I can check.”
Negan waits patiently, knowing that the girl will most likely come back empty handed and he’ll have to come back tomorrow. Which is an annoying nuisance. But when she comes back with the bag in her hand, he’s pleasantly surprised.
“Here we go,” she says cheerfully, handing it to Negan.
“Was the other guy here today?” he asks as he gets his wallet out to pay.
“No. It’s been him,” she nods to the asshole pharmacist in the back, “all day.” She accepts Negan’s money and puts it in the register. “Maybe he’s changed his mind about... you know.” She points to the bag now in Negan’s hands.
“I guess.” He turns to walk away, not much caring for the reason that douche bag decided to finally get with the times. “Have a good day, darling,” he throws over his shoulder to the cashier. He’s just glad he doesn’t have to do this all over again tomorrow. Not to mention the fact that his mind is already thinking about just what bedroom activities he’s going to get up to with Chuck.
