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do you guys want the next uncle negan or the next half the heart, twice the love (denny duquette) chapter first?

pls comment i’ll upload whichever one gets more votes 

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[gageef]

Half the Heart, Twice the Love

Part One: Love at First Arrest

[part two] [part three] [part four]

This fanfiction is dedicated to my amazing tumblr best friend @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff . After watching JDM’s character Denny Duquette on Grey’s Anatomy, we became extremely heartbroken, aching for more and more Denny. So I decided to start a story that (for now) will be a less depression story about Denny, love and his time at the Seattle Grace Hospital. 

“You’re gonna be okay, alright? Just hang on. Move, MOVE!” 

You burst through the doors of the Seattle Grace Hospital, a young girls body draped in your arms like a broken doll. You dodged around chairs and people, looking to attack the first doctor you saw. “I need some help here!” You laid eyes on a doctor across the lobby and yelled out, “Hey, can I get some help here? Please? Yes, you sir, please-” The two of you met in the middle, trading the body from your arms to his. 

“Walk and talk. What happened?”

“Car accident. Projected out of the windshield onto the road, about 3 feet from the car. She has a piece of glass lodged into her stomach.” You both ran to the ER, as you spoke the doctors swarmed like bees as they placed the girls body on a stretcher, hooking her up to various wires and machines. 

“Anyone else?”

“Her mom, but she didn’t make it. She told me they were on their way to celebrate her 14th birthday.” 

“Alright, let me know if you get any more information. Mer, hook her up to an ambu bag. Can I get some help, please?” His voice trailed off as they disappeared behind the double doors, racing her down the hallways to the next open room. You stopped to take a breath, realizing you had been running all this time. You hated running, but it was a part of the job. 

“...now hang on a minute, let’s settle this once and for all. Officer, excuse me. Officer?” 

You turned to face the voice coming from inside the room you didn’t realize you had stopped in front of. You locked eyes with a man, stretched out on the hospital bed, with the sweetest smile you had ever seen. 

“What can I do for you, sir?” You paced into the room, stopping at his right side. 

“Well, Doctor Bailey I’m gonna have to take back what I said.” He held onto you with his eyes and refused to let go.

“About why you hate hospitals so much?”

“No, no. Our debate. Here is walking proof that there are hot cops in Seattle.” His grin pierced you in the best way, sending a chill through your body. Miranda crossed from his machines to the bed. 

“Denny, what are you talking abou-”

“Come on, doctor. I’m the one with the half-working heart, don’t tell me we have a half working memory in the room too,” he joked, trying to make his compliment towards you as casual as possible. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Officer...”

“Alexandria.” 

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. Here he was, a man possibly on his death bed, so happy to be alive. “Alexandria. Pretty name for a pretty face.” You tried to conceal your blush as you fumbled with the badge on your belt. 

“You’re too nice for a man with only half a heart, sir.” He burst out laughing, shaking his head. 

“’Sir’, can’t remember the last time someone called me that. Try out Denny instead, see how that feels.” 

“Pretty name for a pretty face, Denny.” His grin filled the room, giving you a sensation you had never felt before. His attitude was contagious and you craved more of it. 

“I’m sorry, officer but if you’re going to want to continue this flirt fest you’re gonna have to come back during visiting hours.” Dr. Bailey stood near the door, making it obvious that it was time for you to leave. 

“Of course, doctor. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Now hold on there, Alex,” He struggled to sit up, “You don’t have to take that from her. You’re an officer, you’re a beautiful officer. You are the law!” 

You chuckled heading for the door, stopping at the chart of the end of his bed first. “You’re right, I am the law. So, Mr...” you searched for his name on the file, “Duquette, you are now placed on bed arrest until you have a proper heart. You could be a danger to society walking around with a half working organ.” You returned his chart and headed out, only making it to the doorway before he stopped you again. 

“At least the half still works, I found that out when you walked in here. Before I wasn’t so sure so thank you.” He brought out his beaming smile yet again as you nodded and exited the room. As you headed to the lobby, his sweet, dimpled face echoed within your mind. Laughing under your breath, you made your way to the front desk.

“Welcome to Seattle Grace Hospital! What can I help you with today?”

You smirked as you leaned onto the counter, “Can you tell me when visiting hours are?”

There’s part one. There will most certainly be a part 2. or 3. Or however many until @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff hates it or I run out of ideas. 

Let me know what you think or if you’d like to be tagged! I’ve seen very few Denny fics out there, so writing this was a lot of fun. 

Love always <3

[gageef]

Uncle Negan

Request: Can you please do a one shot Negan comes to Alexandria with carl and your pregnant with ricks baby and while ricks out Negan talks to the baby and rick finds out when he comes back and is pissed - @countryfire2 

PART TWO HERE 

PART THREE HERE

PART FOUR HERE

PART FIVE HERE

PART SIX

negan imagine / negan x you / negan x reader

warnings: language

“Did you feel that?” Rick placed both hands on your stomach with anticipation to make sure what he had just felt was real. seconds later, he felt it again. “They’re saying hello with a kick. Not even born yet and they’re already acting like their mother, at least acting how she does when she’s sleeping.” He said playfully, taking your face in his hands and kissing your forehead.

You were 6 months pregnant with Rick’s baby, something he had to convince you to do. You loved him, but you couldn’t deny the thought of a baby in this world scared you every waking moment. But seeing Rick with Judith and Carl warmed your heart to it, and you believed a baby would be good for not only you, but Alexandria. However after Negan’s arrival, you had never questioned your decisions more than now. 

You smiled back at him, “Are you sure you want to do this run alone? You could bring Tara or Aaron with you, you know they don’t mind” He walked over to the dresser grabbing his radio and knife. “No, no. Aaron did his rounds yesterday and Tara is with Judith and Carl. You heard Negan the last time he was here. He’s demanding more and we have to give it to him. I’m not putting more people in danger because of that.” He lightly kissed you before turning for the door. “Say hi to Carl for me when he comes back.”  You stood there for a moment deciding what to do. You look down at your stomach, “Looks like it’s just you and me today, buddy.” 

~~~~~~~~~

You sat in the living room reading a book from upstairs. That was the weird thing about Alexandria. You had been on the run for so long, when you came here it was like learning how to live the ‘right’ way all over again. All of a sudden you heard the front gates open, but you knew the only person out was Rick. Negan. You set your book down and slowly made your way out to the porch. 

“WELL H E L L O ALEXANDRIA! BOY DO I HAVE A FUCKING PRESENT FOR YOU.” 

You heard his voice booming across the town. The man that should’ve made you want to take cover inside the house instead drew you further into the street. 

“Saviors, get your shit done, I’ll do mine.” All at once his followers spread like a disease, leaking into the houses. “Where’s that bastard, Rick? Where the fuck is that fucker.” You saw Negan walk to the opposite door of one of the trucks, dragging something out. 

“It’s not safe for you out here, we don’t want him to see you’re pregnant.” Gabriel whispered, ushering you back into your home before you could see what Negan’s surprise was. 

“Gabriel, what the hell. You know he already knows. I was with the group the night he--”

“If he knew it he would’ve said something in that moment. Maybe it was the fact that it was night, your baggy clothes, a combination. Either way he doesn’t know and I know Rick wants to keep it that way.” What Rick wants. Negan knew little to nothing about you, including the fact that you and Rick were together.

“I can take care of myself in here. You go out and make sure no one causes a scene.” He looked at you concerned, “Really I’ll be fine. He has no reason to come to the house and if he does it won’t be my first time hiding in a closet.” He patted your shoulder and headed out the back door. The worst part about being pregnant was that everyone thought you couldn’t handle yourself anymore and you hated that. Whatever you could do to get people off of your back, you did. You started for the door again, but another kick stopped you. Rick had been through enough the past few weeks and you didn’t want to add to his plate no matter how much you hated it. You grabbed your book and resumed in the same chair as before. 

“Oh Rick, you’d fucking better be in here.” His voice made you drop your book as he pounded on the door. You shot up running for upstairs when you heard him say, “Knock it in.” Halfway down the hallway, the door swung open exposing you to Negan. Too late to hide it now. “I’m no fucking rocket scientist, but I knew Rick did not have an ass like that.” You took a deep breath and slowly turned around to see Negan with his hand on Carl’s shoulder, two Saviors looming behind him. 

“Carl, what the h--”

“Why don’t you excuse us,” he said cutting you off and dismissing the Saviors. “Looks like we have a lot to fucking talk about.” The men walked out, closing the door behind them. “Now how the fuck did I miss this. I know we’ve met before, but this shit? You are fucking HUGE. I have to give you credit. You hid it real fucking well. How many months along are you? 5, 6?” You finally released your eyes from Carl, keeping your calm in the situation. “6. 6 months.” He laughed walking towards you. “Well shit. And the father? Cause Carl here told me his mother is no longer with us.” You looked down, trying to conjure the best answers that would get through this situation as quick and painless as possible. “Well hold on just one fucking second. You? and Rick?” He looked between you and Carl chuckling in disbelief. “Damn. I do not know how you stand that fucking scowl he’s got on his face all the time. I gotta know. Does he look like that during sex? I mean you must fucking know, I went to health class, I know how this shit is done.” He turned to Carl, “Why don’t you go get us something to drink? Looks like I have to properly introduce myself to two people today.” He approached you looking you up and down before holding his arm out motioning to the table in the kitchen. You accepted his invitation, taking a seat in one of the chairs. You heard his footsteps come up behind you as he pulled your chair out slightly, your pregnant belly in full view. He squatted down, his eyes gawking at your stomach. “That is just fucking amazing,” he placed a hand on it, slightly rubbing it. “A baby, in this world? You’ve got some balls.” You body shuddered as his hands massaged your stomach. Carl walked in and froze. 

“Don’t you touch he-”

“Are you really sure you wanna be telling me what to fucking to right now? After everything you’ve fucking done today, are you really fucking sure?” Negan stood up facing Carl, grasping Lucille. Carl handed him a glass of lemonade and started walking towards you, he put an arm in front of him stopping him, “Hold this for me, will you?” Carl locked eyes with you before grabbing Lucille and bringing you your glass. Negan returned to your stomach, hand included. “Now, Uncle Negan is gonna give you some free advice,” You take a deep breath, continuing to keep your cool. “Your father, he is a piece of shit. He’s put me through a lot of fucking trouble trying to keep my people safe. What he doesn’t have, is guts.” You make eye contact with Carl, your look telling him not to make a scene. “But I, I am always going to be around. I will give you the biggest pair of balls you’ve ever seen, cause you are gonna survive in this world, kid. And your dad isn’t going to fucking make that happen, I am.” He looked up at you with his cheeky smile. “Isn’t that right, darlin?” 

“At least buy me dinner first.” You responded coldly. He took a sip of lemonade and stood up looking down on you. “You tell Carl here if he comes around killing any more of my men, I will make sure this angel doesn’t have a fucking father.” He headed for the door grabbing Lucille from Carl, “I’ll be back to check on that little shit you’re cooking up. Don’t go naming ‘em without me.” He laughed and walked out of the house, leaving you and Carl in silence. 

Carl immediately made the first move, “Look, I didn’t know he was going to come back here. It wasn’t supposed to--”

“Your father can never know.” You interrupt him bluntly. 

“What?”

You stand up, walking towards him, “Rick can’t know he was here. With me. Talking to the baby. He’ll lose his shit and you know that.” 

You were cut off yet again, this time with Rick bursting through the door. He runs over to you, taking you in his arms. “I saw him walking from the house, what was he doing here, did he hurt you? Carl? Judith?” 

“We’re fine. Judith is still with Tara, Carl came back to check on me and was the one who answered the door, he never saw me.” Rick looked back between Carl and yourself, getting that aggravated look on his face. He slowly backed away from you. “I can’t wait to be an Uncle.”

“What do you-”

“On my way to the house, he said that to me. ‘I can’t wait to be an Uncle.’ Did he touch you? Tell me what he did-”

“Dad it was fine, he barely touched her and they only talked for a few minutes I was here the whole time.” Carl blurted out.  Rick quickly lost his cool and grabbed his knife off of the table before storming out the door again, Carl following close behind after exchanging an apologetic look with you.  

You collapsed on the floor, left alone yet again. How were you going to raise a child in this world? In Negan’s world? If Rick wouldn’t allow it, then Negan won’t allow Rick to be alive. You let out a sigh before taking a sip of lemonade. “Looks like it’s still you and me today, buddy.”

This was a fun request! If you like my writing, check out my main story I’ve been writing (a NeganxLucy/Lucille story) here

PART TWO HERE

PART THREE HERE

PART FOUR HERE

PART FIVE HERE

PART SIX HERE

AND ALWAYS FEEL FREE TO SEND ME REQUESTS!!! I love it. 

and you guys. you guys are the best <3

[gageef]

Lucy(ille) : Chapter 4

chapter 1 here

chapter 2 here

chapter 3 here

warnings: language, negan being negan, smut

“Hey, hey lady,” Lucy was suddenly awoken by the man hovering over her bed. She looked up at the man to see that half of his face was disfigured, burned, something. Whatever it was from, it looked like it fucking hurt. She looked down and saw the shotgun in his hands. 

“Man you guys really don’t mess around here, do you?” 

“Names Dwight. Get up, let’s go.” She looked at him for a moment taken back from his bluntness and slowly rolled off of the bed. The wound was slowly healing, but she didn’t want to make it worse. “I heard something about getting a job?” 

“Put this on.” He extended his arm to reveal what seemed to be a black dress. 

“This is for my job? What kind of job-” 

“I believe I just told you to do something.” 

She slowly grabbed the dress and walked into the closet to change. It was a form fitting dress with a deep v neck, hugging her curves in all the right places. She emerged from the closet trying to be playful. “Well, how do I look? Ready to clean some bathrooms or something, right?” He started to say something, but shook it off and continued out the door. Grabbing the shoes Dwight left on the bed, she ran after him. 

They walked through the concrete hallways passing by various open rooms. With each room they passed, the more she questioned how many people were staying here. As they turned a corner she started to hear music in the distance, something she couldn’t remember the last time she heard. The music continued to get louder until they passed by a padlocked door where she could finally understand the lyrics, “we’re on easy street,  and it feels so sweet...”

“Hey, what’s with that room?” She laughed a little, “I can’t remember the last time I heard music like that--”

“Don’t worry about it. The only thing you need to worry about is your stop up here.” They stopped in front of red double doors, the only thing in color she had seen throughout the whole building. She stood waiting for further instruction. 

“The doors not gonna open itself,” he said, placing his back against the wall next to one of the doors, seeming to be standing guard. She laughed a little in disbelief, straightened her dress and opened the door. Upon opening the door she was immediately hit by the appearance of Negan. He had traded his leather jacket for a musty white button down, sleeves rolled up, tucked in, with the same belt/pants/boots as before. A smile crawled across his face as he laid eyes upon her. He stood up and headed straight for her. 

“Well look at that, a perfect fit,” he said acknowledging the dress, standing nose to nose with her. He extended his arm past her to close the door, encasing her in a cage that was his body. There was something so electrifying about him, something she had never experienced with anyone, including her late husband. “I was told it was a part of my job uniform, so far this seems to be the easiest job I’ve ever had.” He chuckled and offered her his arm, to which she accepted. There were candles in every corner of the room, giving the room a sensual glow. He led her over to a mini bar in the corner, offering her a drink which she accepted. Then he led her to a couch on the opposite side of the room where they sat far enough away from each other. 

“So this is your first job assignment.” He said after taking a long swig of his drink, it looked like whiskey. 

“Look pretty and drink?” 

He took another sip. “Tell me all about Lucy.” She stared at him for a moment before looking down at her glass. “But I already told you my story--”

“Tell me, about Lucy. If I like her enough, I’ll schedule her for another shift.”

She chugged the drink down with ease, which he loved, and set the glass on the ground next to her. 

“Lucy, Lucy...let’s see,” she looked up, giving herself a crash course in her mind of what was good and bad to say about herself in this moment before deciding to start. “I had a family, now I don’t. I’ve never had kids. I was never married.” She wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear. “I enjoy long walks on the beach, the color blue, and spend my free time with walkers on the road.” They both laughed, eventually meeting eyes. She wanted to push it as much as she could, and he ate up every second of it. He set his glass on the ground,and leaned back into the couch. “Stand up.” She hesitated before rising in front of him. She didn’t know why she kept obeying his every command, she still knew little to nothing about him but couldn’t help but fall into his every move. 

Negan gawked at her. She was beautiful, just like Lucil--he stopped his thoughts, “Fuck me, you look fucking great.”

She started to turn around herself, “I’m sorry, ‘fuck you?’ Well most of the time I require dinner most of the time.”

He started to back track, “Fuck, I mean you look, not that you should--” they met eyes and he stopped and smiled. “Really, dinner? Shit. I mean I did get you drinks.” He stood up, talking as he slowly backed her into the wall. “I did say I’d give you a job as long as you’re on board with it.” She looked away knowing immediately where this was going. “ I won’t be your sex slave or any shit like that not aga--”

“Shit, darlin. Did I say anything about a fucking sex slave?” He placed his hand on her waist lightly. “I offered you a job. And if you don’t fucking mind, I’d like to give you your training session. You just have to say that one fucking magic word.” His body slightly pressed into hers. She could feel how hard he was, but she tried to keep herself together. She took a pause that felt like an eternity for the both of them. Pushing herself back into him, she whispered, “Please.” 

His face lit up as he leaned in even closer, his body trembling with excitement. “Fuck, I was looking for yes, you did me one better.” they both started whispering, anticipating what they knew was about to happen.

“Yes, that works too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes”. 

All at once, he pressed his lips against hers. He started off slow, soft and lightly, barely grazing her face with his stubble. The more they kissed, the more she pushed back. She rubbed her hands all over his body, feeling every muscle, every bone, every inch. He started to kiss down her neck while squeezing her ass, questioning whether he had ever been this hard before. He picked her up and carried her across the room to his bedroom, as she kissed his neck the whole way. Upon arrival, he dropped her on the bed and crawled up her body planting kisses across every inch on her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair, throwing her head back in pleasure. He unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. He continued to kiss down her chest, stomach, until he reached her legs. She looked up at him as he pulled off her underwear, anticipating his every move. He smiled at her one last time before digging in. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been eaten out, not like this. He started off with slow licks, her body twitching in pleasure. His tongue wrote poems on her clit, eventually adding a finger to add punctuation. The faster he went, the louder she moaned, the more his cock couldn’t take it. Immediately he came back up to her and kissed her aggressively before picking her up and flipping her onto all fours. She let out a small wince, her wound grasping at the stitches. “Fuck, are you okay?” 

She urged off his worry, trying to get back to the action. “I’m fine, I’m okay, just please please..” She pushed herself back into him. He smacked her ass and kissed up her back, placing a hand on her neck. He grabbed his cock and dug it inside her, letting out a grunt as he did so. He became ruthless, pumping harder and faster. She was more than wet and wrapped around him like a fucking glove. Both let out strong moans as their rhythm became perfectly in sync. His moans became louder and higher, his cock ready to burst. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck Lucy, fuck.” All at once he came all over her ass, breathing and moaning heavily as it poured out all over her. He took off his shirt and proceeded to clean her ass of the mess he had made. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex without taking all of my clothes off, you got me too excited to fast.” 

She laughed,  replying trying to catch her breath, “You still had a good time, obviously.” He laid down behind her, spooning her in his arms and lightly kissing her neck. “Well, you’re fucking hired. Fuck, Lucille.” 

She slightly turned her head. “Lucille?” 

He quickly responded, catching himself. “I said Lucy.”

OKAY. THERE IS CHAPTER 4. 

HOW WAS THE SMUT? I KNOW THERE WASNT A TON OF FOREPLAY BUT I WANTED THEIR FIRST TIME TO BE KIND OF RUSHED AND URGENT BUT GIMME FEEDBACK

CHAPTER 5 UP TOMORROW <3

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