@herecomesnegan cont. from nightmare shit
Simon and a few of the wives had been fucking around together since none of them were able to sleep. It ended with Simon in one of the taller girls’ nightgown after a couple of drinks and silly games, and her in Simon’s shirt. They had all agreed that Simon did indeed look the best out of everyone in the group.
The game of go fish was cut short when screaming echoed through the halls. Simon had jumped immediately to his feet, ran out wearing only the gown and barefeet, and bursted into Negan’s door. The sudden panic settled when he realized that Negan wasn’t in fact dying. He sat down next to him on the bed and gently shook him awake, wrapped his arms around him when he finally did.
“Yeah, yeah, okay-” Simon reluctantly let go of Negan, got up and shut the door. “You fucking scared me with your screaming you asshole,” he admitted as he turned to go back to Negan, smiled as he felt silly. Not because of the black nightgown, but because he had been close to terrified. He sat down once more, put a hand on Negan’s arm. “You okay?”











