Summary: After being knocked out on a supply run, the Reader wakes up in the Sanctuary’s infirmary with a worried Negan by her side who’s ready to do whatever he can to comfort her.
Heavy, drumming thumps pounded through your head as your body slowly fought to bring you back to consciousness. Your mind was a cloudy mess, unable to grasp a clear thought which only left you to count on the sensations around you as you drifted out of your blackout.
The last thing you’d felt before everything went black had been the cold, hard ground of the warehouse that had supposed to be full of supplies but instead had turned out to be a hideout for numerous hungry walkers. You could also remember hands grasping you, a familiar deep voice echoing through to you even though you had no idea what it had said.
That was it.
And now, now you could feel something soft and comfortable underneath your drained body and your drumming head, as well as something warm that clasped your right hand, while a stingy feeling had its hold on your left.
It was an odd mix of sensations, soothing and warm on the one side and harsh and painful on the other.
“Doc? Doc, I think she’s waking up”, the familiar voice echoed through to you again, pushing you over the last barrier that kept you in the dark.
Slowly, you opened your eyes, groaning as the bright sunlight dazzled you and kept you from seeing your surroundings clearly for another moment.
“Hey there, Doll”, the voice said, relieved and yet shaky as your eyes finally got used to the light. You could see him right in front of you now, dark shadows underneath his hazel eyes, ruffled strands of hair peaking out of his usually carefully slicked back hair, and lips that were usually drawn into a roguish smirk were now curled into an exhausted but soft smile.
“Hey”, you croaked after a moment, quiet and just now realizing how bone-dry your throat was.
“Holy fuck, you scared the shit out of me, you know that?”, Negan said with a low chuckle, brushing his thumb softly over your wrist as you finally identified the source of the warmth around your hand.
You still weren’t really there though, couldn’t think of a way to respond and instead got distracted by the footsteps that echoed through the air and neared your patient room, right before Carson rounded the corner and stepped into your field of view.
“Welcome back”, the blonde said, moving closer while Negan’s attention left you for the first time since you’d opened your eyes.
The check up that Carson started to perform on you was a whole blur, you merely followed the instructions that he threw at you, finally got that much needed glass of water and got enlightened a little more about whatever had happened as soon as you’d been brought into the infirmary:
You’d been out for about a day and a half, that stingy feeling in your left hand was the infusion they’d been giving you along with some heavy pain meds that were supposed to start doing their job again some time now, and soothe your aches.
Carson left after that, while Negan stayed by your side and helped you to get a bit more comfortable while the painkillers slowly but surely started to work on you.
“How’s this?”, Negan asked, adjusting your pillow a little to make it easier for you to comfortably sit up in the bed.
“Good”, you responded, leaning your strained body back into its softness although you could already tell that the pain felt duller and less intense by now, while a slight haziness was slipping into your head.
“Alright”, Negan mumbled as he moved back to his chair, pushing it a little closer towards you before he plopped back down on it with a small groan, “You got no fuckin’ idea how glad I am that you opened those pretty eyes....been waiting day ‘n night for that to happen.”
“You stayed here?...the whole time?”, you asked, perking your brows up as genuine surprise slipped onto your face. You’d hoped that he’d stayed, you really had, but you hadn’t entirely expected it.
“Of course”, he nodded quickly, almost a little irritated by your question as he moved in to give your hand a small squeeze and shot you a soft grin,”Can’t leave my right-hand woman hanging, huh?”
Warmth rushed through you as his hand remained wrapped around yours, though a part of you wished that he’d used another term for you than right-hand woman. It had been hard to admit it to yourself for a long time, but you were certain that wanted to be more than that to him, far more, even though you’d never spoken it out.
“I’m fucking lost without you, not gonna lie”, Negan’s voice interrupted your thoughts, directing your glance right back at him as the soft look in his eyes made your heart skip another beat. Negan’s hand gave yours another small squeeze as he shifted a little closer, while your thoughts took a step away from your feelings for the man beside you and directed themselves at a far too obvious question that finally pushed its way through the haziness in your head.
“Wait...if you’ve been here...who’s in charge?”
“Simon”, Negan said, watching you grimace in disapproval,”Yeah, I know. Made sure he ain’t getting too cocky, he was just the next best option.”
You nodded, trusting his decisions even though you were by far not a fan of Simon and his way of handling things. It had lead to conflicts in the past, and you could pass on any more of them in the future just because he didn’t have his hothead and lust for blood under control.
“I also told Gavin to keep an eye on him, so we’re good”, Negan added, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand as he nodded towards you, “And now, Doll, I don’t want you to worry about that shit and concentrate on your recovery, alright?”
“Alright”, you mumbled, sighing as you adjusted yourself a little and sunk deeper into the pillows, trying to give your strained body some more comfort as Negan cleared his throat slightly and gestured at you.
“How’s the head?”
“Shitty”, you said with a small snort, watching an amused sound fall from Negan’s lips in response to your prompt response even though a good bit of concern remained in the look on his face.
”But it’s getting better...I guess those pain meds are finally doing their job”, you added, moving your hand to squeeze it slightly back and watch Negan’s rough features relax and soften.
You weren’t even lying to make him feel better, you could truly feel the meds working on you by now and enough time had passed by now for them to go ahead and unleash their power.
There was still a slight pounding in your head, but it felt even duller than it had minutes ago and its strength was nothing compared to earlier. Similarly, your mind was growing a bit fuzzy and some of your filters seemed to disappear as the meds lowered your inhibitions.
“Well that’s a first step”, Negan said, his hand still holding yours while you could catch yourself craving for more of the warmth that his touch was bringing into you. The remnants of the pain only facilitated those cravings, pushing you to feel needy for more comfort, that only intensified as you felt the loss of Negan’s touch as soon as he got up to adjust the room a little more for you.
While you slipped more and more into the little haziness of the meds, Negan lowered the shutters a little, trying to give your eyes a break from the bright light, grabbed some more water to soothe your dry throat and opened a few windows to let in some fresh air.
By the time he was done and fell back onto his seat, the meds had swallowed you entirely, lowering the pain down to a minimum and turning your mind woozy.
“If you need me to do or get something else for ya, you’ll let me know, alright?”, Negan said, directing your glance back at him,”Can be anything you want, I just want you to be comfortable.”
Slowly you nodded, just before a thought popped up in your head that you usually wouldn’t even consider to vocalize. But now, now that the meds gave you a bit of fake confidence and loosened your tongue, you found yourself actually considering to ask him.
“Anything?”, you mumbled after a moment, testing the waters as a chuckle slipped from Negan’s lips before he shot you a mischievous look.
“Damn you want something wild, huh?”, he teased, perking his brows suggestively up as he gestured down to his crotch,”If you want me to whip my dick out, just say that.”
“Idiot”, you snorted with a playful nudge against his hand, even though you honestly wouldn’t mind at all if he’d strip down for you.
Shit, you’d welcome it but you surely wouldn’t tell him that, not even high on painkillers.
That being said, you actually wanted something else right now. Something quite innocent compared to Negan’s suggestion but you yearned for it nevertheless.
Negan rose his brows again, urging you to say something as you let out a small sigh and let your meds induced confidence do its job.
“Can you hold me?”
From one moment to another the mischievous look on Negan’s face turned into a soft almost tender one even though a sense of surprise mixed into his glance that nearly made you nervous until he finally started to nod.
“Of course”, he said, a warm smile forming on his lips as he stood up from his seat and moved close enough to sit down on the edge of the bed. You scooted a little to the side, trying to make room for him as he kicked his boots off and swung his long legs onto the mattress.
You could already feel that fuzzy, warm feeling spreading through your body as you felt him pressed up against your side, which only grew stronger as soon as he’d adjusted himself and pulled you carefully into his arms.
You shifted a little, trying to keep your infusion intact as you cuddled against his side and laid your head onto his warm chest.
“Okay there we go”, Negan grumbled, tightening his grasp on you a little as he leaned his head against yours, “You’re comfy?”
“Mhmm”, you mumbled, contently sighing as his warmth and scent started to lull you in. If it weren’t for those painkillers, you were sure that you’d be nervous right now but thanks to them, all you felt was the desire to get as much as you could of these moments.
He’d wrapped you up in hugs before, but this was different, this was way more intimate and comforting, and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt as safe as now.
“You make a real good pillow, y’know that?”, you mumbled nuzzling your head closer into his chest while your woozy mind was allowing you to speak out the thoughts that would usually stay in your mind,”You’re real warm and cuddly.”
A small chuckle let Negan’s chest rumble below your head as he reached up to brush his hand over your shoulder and down your arm, caressing his fingertips over your exposed skin.
“Shit, you really are high on those pain meds by now, huh?”, Negan laughed, giving your arm a soft, teasing squeeze before he lifted his hand to make a swift, waving motion,”I’m not complaining tho, keep those compliments coming.”
“You wish”, you grumbled back, cuddling closer against him even though you couldn’t keep yourself from breaking the silence as soon as another moment had passed ,”You give really good hugs...always meant to tell you that. This is better though.”
“Oh definitely”, Negan quickly said and a small, pleasant shiver ran down your back as you felt him lean in and press a soft kiss against your forehead
“We should do this more often, y’know”, you added, feeling Negan’s arms tighten softly around you as he slowly nodded.
“Agreed...but you want that?”, he asked, another small chuckle falling from his lips,”Even when you’re not high as a kite?”
“Yeah”, you said, humming as you felt the warmth of his body soothing the very last aches that the pain meds hadn’t been able to eradicate,”Very sure about that.”
Negan hummed in agreement, still holding you as you closed your eyes for a moment, merely taking in the sensations around you, merely letting your hazy mind enjoy everything it could right now before a thought pressed itself through this haziness and urged you to get pick your conversation back up.
“Negan?”
“Yeah?”,he responded as you slowly let your eyes flutter open again,”You got another compliment for me ready to slip outta those pretty lips?”
“No”, you answered, a small chuckle pressing itself through your lips before you grew a little more serious, “What happened at that warehouse? When I fell? I honestly can’t remember much about that fall, it’s all a blur...I just know that you were there.”
A small sigh fell from his lips as his hand brushed once more along your arm, while he grew a little tense underneath you.
“Well you fell and I tried to grab you when those dead assholes pushed further in and those fucking shelves came crushing down on us. I tried-”, he stopped, gulping thickly as you could feel him shaking his head slightly,”I basically already had my hands on you but...I hadn’t grasped you yet so you slipped right through them. You hit that floor and knocked yourself out and I just...I just crawled in over you until I was sure that none of those shelves would hit us.”
Another stressed sound was falling from his lips as you listened to him, huddling a little closer as you heard his voice sounding through to you again.
“And then I got you and the rest of the group as fast as I damn well could outta there...and that’s it.”
“So you saved me-”, you started to say, only to be interrupted as Negan’s shifted uncomfortably below you, though keeping you securely in his arms.
“I wish, but all I did was damage control. If I would’ve been able to save you you wouldn’t have crushed against that floor and ended up in here”, he grumbled, caressing your arm softly as you shook your head slightly against his warm chest.
“Pff bullshit, you still saved me. I wouldn’t have made it out of there if it wasn’t for you”, you said, hugging him a little tighter back as the next words slipped through your lips,”Thank you.”
Instead of answering, Negan just held you a little closer and pressed another one of those small, soft kisses against your forehead that made joy rush through your hazy mind and brought this fuzzy warmth over you that you couldn’t get enough of.
”You truly are my savior now, huh?”, you mumbled with a small grin on your lips,”I think I still gotta earn that title.”
“Nah Sweetheart, you’re my savior”, Negan responded as he nuzzled his head against yours and pulled you a little deeper into his comforting embrace,”You’ve always been.”
This fic is my entry for @ne-gans’ ‘how sinful can you be?’ challenge. My prompt was “Wrath - Inexplicable and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger”. Keeping the 1K word limit was quite a challenge at first, but it also made writing a lot of fun at the same time, and since I’m a good girl for Daddy Negan, the fic ended up being exactly 1,000 words long.
Summary: it is time for Negan to pay for his sins, but in the end, he is not the one to atone…
I appreciate feedback and most days don’t bite. So don’t be shy to comment, message or ask me anything!
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You sneak along the dim corridor, stopping at every corner to glance back over your shoulder. The Sanctuary is quiet at this hour, the workers are fast asleep already with only a few hours left until dawn and another hard day of work, while the Saviors are busy celebrating Simon’s birthday in the rec room.
You reach your destination and turn the doorknob carefully. The room is plunged into darkness, except for the soft circle of light from the desk lamp. Tiptoeing to the four-poster bed you take a deep breath to calm your frantic heartbeat. Tightening your grip around the knife you part the curtain with a trembling hand, only to realize that the bed is empty, the covers untouched.
“Looking for someone?”
You spin around on your heels but have no chance to attack as Negan snatches the knife from your hand and tosses it on the floor. Grabbing you by the neck he throws you down on the mattress, straddling you with his thighs.
“I knew Rick was going to send an assassin, but I didn’t think it would be a gal!” he growls, his eyes black with fury.
“I volunteered,” you spit. “I convinced him that a woman would have a better chance at infiltrating the Sanctuary and gaining your trust, and it worked!”
Negan’s lips curl up into a smug smirk.
“And what would Rick say if he knew that I slid my dick down his daughter’s throat and she thanked me for it? How would he feel about his baby girl calling me Daddy now?”
You look at him wide-eyed, unable to make a sound.
“I knew about you all along and enjoyed using you as I saw fit.”
His revelation gives you a rush of adrenaline and the strength to untangle yourself from his hold. You slap him, hard, and the impact makes his head snap to the side and his expression turn murderous.
“It was just a ploy!” you assert.
“Oh, really? So, if I slide my fingers inside your pussy now, you will not be dripping for me, desperate to be filled by my dick?”
He leaves you no time to deny him as his mouth crashes down on yours with an insatiable hunger, taking your breath away. You bite down on his lip in protest, feeling the coppery taste of blood on your tongue but it only fuels his passion. He yanks down your shorts and slips his fingers inside your panties, a triumphant groan escaping him as he finds the evidence of your arousal, your treacherous body surrendering to his charms. Soon his fingers are replaced by his cock, stretching you wide with a delicious tension and filling you up completely.
You lose track of time as he ravages you, staking his claim on you with unrelenting stamina, keeping you teetering on the precipice of an orgasm but never allowing you to tip over the edge. This is your punishment for thinking that you can deceive him, and his reminder on who you and your pleasure belong to, and you let him mark and bruise, twist and bend your body to his will.
Then he changes tact and makes it his mission to coax as many orgasms from you as possible, ripping moan after moan from your throat. He traces every inch and worships every curve as he inhales your scent, laps up your juices, and sucks on your skin. His stubble prickles deliciously and the beard burn will have you tingling all over the next morning, but you could not care less. Time and space become fluid as you battle for dominance and he makes you succumb to him again and again, rewarding every victory with another climax.
He growls various obscenities into your ear, the lewd expletives rolling off his tongue like a rich bourbon and you listen entranced, drunk on his words. Coming from anybody else they would make your blood boil, from him they make you arch your back deeper, clench your pussy around him tighter, and dig your heels into his back harder.
An unknown amount of time later he stands still inside you and sits back on his heels. Grabbing himself at the base, he starts twitching and spurting stream after stream of cum against your walls. He does not withdraw, savoring the warmth of your pussy enveloping him, bottling up your combined juices inside you. The last thing you remember is him praising you for being his perfect little cock slut as you drift off into a dreamless sleep.
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You stir awake as the first light of the sun bathes the room in an orange hue. You are too tired to open your eyes and too sore to stretch your aching limbs, when you hear clothes shuffling and the familiar clink of a belt buckle. You sense a flash of light behind close eyelids and squint up to see Negan sporting a Polaroid camera in hand and a Cheshire cat grin on his face, marveling at the mess he made on your body.
“Damn, this little souvenir will sure as shit burn a hole in my pocket when I pay a visit to Daddy today,” he licks his lips and tucks the photo away in his black leather jacket. “Would you like me to pass on a message to him?”
Anger bubbles in your chest, and you struggle to contain it. He watches your torment with glee, silently challenging you to defy him, but you flinch under his scrutiny. Placing a peck on your forehead he grabs Lucille and is out the door, whistling a merry tune as his footsteps fade away on the corridor, leaving you alone with the scent of his cologne lingering in your nose and the stab of guilt in your chest. You want to hate him, you have tried to hate him, but keep failing at it. You sold your soul to the devil, and Negan will keep collecting on your debt as long as he likes.
Summary: After months of flirting, it takes a snowstorm on Christmas Eve to bring Negan and the Reader finally together as they take shelter for the night inside a cozy Inn and grow even closer than before.
Snowflakes swayed down the sky, one by one until they reached the ground and became part of the thick snow that engulfed your neighborhood. It had started to snow during the night, just in time to give you a white Christmas.
A small sigh fell from your lips as you moved down your bungalow’s porch, gripping the pie that you’d made for the Christmas party back home a little tighter so it wouldn’t end up on the ground if you’d catch a slippy spot underneath the snow.
Glimpsing over at the house beside yours, you caught your neighbor outside, shoveling snow to clear the path to his porch. It seemed like quite the tricky task right now, while new snow that seemed to grow thicker by the minute was adding onto the older one, but he seemed quite determined to get the job done.
A chuckle fell from your lips as you watched the frown on his face that was even visible despite the dark blue beanie that he’d drawn in closely over his head, and that looked so very different to the usually roguish look that you had gotten used to over the last months since you’d moved in.
He’d been your savior back then, honestly. Alone in a new town, it was hard to get a start and make this place your home, but Negan had helped you more than you could’ve ever hoped for.
At the start, it had just been small talks by the fence and eventually an invitation during a warm summer night to drink a bit and let him bring you into the loop of this town’s gossip, including the rumors that were making the rounds about him ever since he became a widower. And then, after that night you started to make your little meet ups a regular thing, whether it was eating some of his self proclaimed “best spaghetti ever”, or just grabbing a quick coffee in a small store nearby.
It had never moved past flirting until now, no matter how much you could feel yourself longing for it, and no matter how often you’d gotten close to take it a step further. That didn’t matter now though, you needed to get that damn pie into your car and get going before the snow grew even thicker than it already had in the last few hours, and you couldn’t spend more time thinking about your charming neighbor.
So instead of staying there by the porch you moved to your car, already about to open the door in the back before a deep, familiar voice caught your attention.
“Hey there neighbor”, Negan said, tease swinging through his voice as you turned around and caught him stepping through the snow over at you,”On the move?”
“Yeah, just packing things to drive home”, you said, nodding at the pie and the other bags that already laid in the back of your car,”Already wanted to leave yesterday before the snow hit but work got in the way.”
“Well I’m sure it’s gonna be fine”, Negan said with a wink as he nodded to the pie in your hands,”Your family’s lucky tho, that looks fucking tasty.”
“Thank you, hope it tastes good too” you chuckled, watching as Negan’s grin widened a little.
“Well If that only tastes half as delicious as those cookies, hot damn”, Negan quickly responded with a nod back to his house, where the rest of the self-baked cookies resided that you’d brought over two days ago.
“You liked them?”, you asked with a perk of your brows, already feeling the heat rise up into your cheeks and Negan’s face lit up with excitement.
“Like? Fucking loved. Stuffed myself with ‘em not gonna lie. There already aren’t many left”, he said with a soft laugh, reaching up to adjust the beanie on his head a little while you watched him with an everlasting smile on your lips.
“Well let me know when they’re empty, I’m sure I’m gonna bake some more some time soon.”
“Oh I sure as shit will”, Negan called out, just before he glanced up at your car and pointed his finger with a swift wiggle at the bags that already laid in its back,”You need any help with that?”
“Nah I’m good, only gotta pack this in the back and then one other bag”, you answered, holding up the pie a little before your eyes connected with his again,”But thank you.”
Negan nodded as he grew quiet for merely a small moment, before the wicked grin slipped back on his lips.
“By the way, I got a lil’ present for you when you come back”, he said, watching you with a mischievous look in his eyes as you rose your brows and opened your mouth to respond, only to be cut off as if he knew your next move already,”And no, I won’t tell you what it is.”
“That’s torture”, you groaned, nudging his arm with a soft shove as a chuckle rumbled through his chest,”You know I keep thinking about it while I’m gone.”
“That’s the plan”, he teased with an even wider grin, confirming to you that he knew exactly what he was doing there.
“Negan”, you complained, tilting your head as you let out a soft and playful scoff ,”Just a hint, c’mon.”
“Hmm”, Negan sighed dramatically, leaning a little back and furrowing his brows as if he was thinking really hard about a possible hint before he glimpsed back down at you and finally responded,”It’s cozy as shit. No more hints”,
“Well alright”, you said with another small sigh before you softly shrugged your shoulders,”Then I’ll at least got something to think about during the drive.”
“See?”, Negan chuckled, the grin still plastered all over his lips as he looked down at you,”That’s a damn good plan.”
A small laugh fell from your lips as you watched him, honestly as charmed as always by him even though you found yourself a little embarrassed that you didn’t have anything for him yet, except for those cookies.
You’d pondered about getting him something but ended up overthinking and worrying that another present might give away the fact that you were harboring some feelings for him. It was stupid, but that’s where your mind had kicked you, while Negan had just gone for it and bought you something. And you liked his straight-forwardness.
“Well, then I’m gonna head back inside...it’s dick shrinking cold, shoveling that snow is fuckin’ senseless and I wanna eat some more of those tasty ass cookies”, Negan said as his voice ripped you out of your thoughts and directed your glance back at him and the softer growing expression on his face,”I guess we won’t see each other for a bit now so...Merry Christmas, Darlin’.”
With that, he leaned in and wrapped you up in a big, warm hug, squeezing you tightly while you could feel your heart rate shooting up as soon as his scent engulfed you.
“Merry Christmas to you too, Negan”,you said as you hugged him back, tightening your embrace for a moment, and even though you wanted to stay for so much longer right where you were, you slowly found yourself letting go of one another.
“See ya, Sweetheart”, Negan said with a soft squeeze of his hand over your shoulder before he turned around and started to walk back over to his house. He glimpsed once more back over to you as he stepped up his porch and shot you a quick wink, before he slipped into his home.
It took only a few more minutes until you’d packed everything into your car and got settled in the driver’s seat, ready to get on your way.
Turning the key, you expected the car to start but instead, a stuttering sound rumbled through to you and immediately made a shudder run down your back. No.
No, this shit couldn’t be happening again. It had been fine after you’d brought it to the workshop a while ago. Why the fuck was this starting problem back, and why was it back today out of all days.
Cursing to yourself, you started to turn the key again, hoping that it would properly start now, just like it sometimes had before you’d brought it in to get fixed but instead, the fucking stuttering sound filled the air again, and this process repeated itself for a few more times while you grew increasingly frustrated and upset.
You couldn’t miss Christmas back home because of this damn car.
Scoffing, you pushed the door lightly open, not wide enough to let snow slip inside, but still sufficiently open for you to hear the sound of the car properly, even though that obviously didn’t help much.
“No...No, no, no...”, you called out, turning the key again only to get the very same stuttering sound that lead absolutely no where.
This couldn’t be happening right now, fuck. In your head, you were already going through thousands of alternatives that you might had to get back home even if this shit thing wouldn’t turn on, only to be disappointed by the end of each and every one of them once you thought them further through.
No one could drive you there. There were no busses that passed that route, Asking your family to pick you up wouldn’t work either since this damn snow would’ve started to grow too thick and the shit wind too stormy by the time they reached you to make it back. You had to drive now to make it safely through the snow, and you couldn’t.
“Shit, fucking bullshit!”,you cursed, banging your flat hand in frustration against the steering wheel as another thick, angry huff fell from your lips,”Fuck.”
“Damn, with that swearin’, you’re giving me some competition”, Negan’s voice echoed through to you, making you flinch up in your seat as your glance shot up and saw him standing by the side of the car door, peaking through the window that was by now getting covered more and more with flakes of snow.’
“Sorry, just saw you from the window and thought I’d check”, he chuckled, leaning a little more in as he nodded at you,“You alright?”
”Fucking car isn’t starting”, you huffed, watching as Negan started to nod even though the small grin stayed on his lips.
”Yeah I heard that.”
”It has done that a couple times before, I was in the damn workshop with that thing and I thought it was fixed”, you said, just blabbering out of frustration before you sighed deeply,”Maybe it’s the cold...I don’t know.”
“You mind if I take a look?”, Negan asked, by now looking a little more serious as he saw the clear desperation on your face while you were already nodding your head.
“Would be great”, you said, just hoping that Negan would work some kind of magic to get this car to run. With a quick nod, Negan moved over to the hood of the car, while you pulled the latch so he could open it and look inside.
You tried to get a peak of him to see whether you could read off his face if there was a quick solution for your problem, but instead, a gloomy look was painted on Negan’s face as he shut the hood and made his way back over to your window.
”Not looking good?”, you asked, your stomach already dropping since you could tell what his answer was going to be, and it only got confirmed as he started to shake his head.
“Fuck”, you scoffed, shutting your eyes tightly for a second as you leaned your head against the headrest and could feel yourself starting to grow emotional.
This wasn’t how you had things planned out, fuck, you should’ve already left last night after work, no matter how exhausted you’d been.
“How long do you need to drive there?”, Negan’s voice cut through the howling of the wind, directing your glance straight back at him as he pushed the door a little more open to get a look at you.
“Usually about an hour when I take the highway...In these conditions probably a good bit longer”, you gulped, sighing softly as you watched Negan softly nodding.
“Alright, how about I drive you.”
You could only find yourself looking startled at him, with widened eyes and a surprised look spread across your face.
“I mean it”, he added, for once looking entirely serious with no grin or smirk in sight but rather an empathetic look on his face.
“But don’t you have-“
“Nope, I don’t”, he cut you off, though still keeping your eyes connected to his as new hope started to flood your head,”You don’t have to take it, no pressure. But I’d do it.”
You still seemed to look flabbergasted to him, so you could only see him lean in a little more and give you a reassuring smile.
“I don’t have any plans for today anyway...It’s not as sad as it sounds, I promise”, he said, letting a small grin slip into his smile before he perked his brows up,”So?”
“Okay”, you finally said, nodding quickly while you couldn’t quite believe yet that he was willing to take that whole journey on himself in the midst of this snow just to get you home,”Thank you, Negan.”
Getting all of your stuff into Negan’s car took a little, but after a small while you actually found yourself on your way home. The snow was already growing a little thicker and the wind brushed harder past the car, but Negan stayed positive that you’d make it.
“Shit, you saw Jackie and Peter?”, Negan asked as he glimpsed over at you with an amused grin, only for you to shake your head softly once you’d pondered whether you’d even registered your other neighbors outside.
“No, I honestly didn’t really pay attention to anything but that damn car”, you said with a small chuckle,”What did they do?”
“Stare. Like fucking hawks”, Negan said, the smirk on his lips growing wider as his glance skipped between you and the road,”They’re talking for sure, Jackie at least...bet she’s gossiping a storm up and Peter that old needy fucker probably imagines me balls deep in you.”
“Oh my god”, you laughed, playfully nudging his arm as he let out a thick laugh and shot you another grin that quickly faded as he turned into the last road before the highway and caught the big, red sign in its midd.e
“What the-...Closed, shit”, he scoffed, slowing his car down as he let out a scoff and stared a moment at the sign before he glanced back over at you,”And the others are gonna be full as fuck...looks like we gotta take the country roads.”
“You know you can still turn around, you-”
“Doll, I told you I’ll get you to your home so I will, even if we gotta take the country roads”, he cut you and your worries off,”Unless you want else.”
Staring at him, you caught the genuine expression on his face that pushed you to recognize that you weren’t an inconvenience to him, not at all, no matter how much you felt like it. He seemed to truly want to do this for you, and you found yourself starting to nod after another quiet moment.
“Thank you”, you mumbled again, giving him another smile as he reached out to give your shoulder a small, reassuring squeeze.
“All good”, he said with a quick wink and focused back on the road to turn his car and let the navigation system find another route past this highway.
And even though you hoped that those roads would look better, you were quickly disappointed. The snow kept on growing thicker, forming along with the heavy wind into the start of a snow storm that pressed down on your hope that things would actually turn out fine.
“Y’know, how about I give you one more hint?”, you suddenly heard Negan say, ripping you out of your thoughts as your glance shot right back at him. His lips were drawn into a smile, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was trying to distract you from whatever was going on in your head.
“It’s not only cozy, it’s gonna keep you real nice ‘n warm, even during this shit storm”, he said, as you tilted your head a little and pondered about it for a second.
“So it’s something for outside?”
“Nope, inside”, he quickly shook his head, before realization hit that you’d tricked him into giving you another hint ,“Shit, that was a second hint! You got me wrapped ‘round your finger.”
A wider grin grew on his face as he nudged you softly and made a wave of tingling warmth wash over you for a moment while you already started to form your next question.
It could be a lot. It could be a cozy hoodie, a warm but ugly Christmas sweater that you could totally see him giving you to tease you, one of those thick, warm blankets that you’d seen in a bunch of stores lately, or something entirely different.
“So is it-”
“Nope, no guesses”, he quickly cut you off as he held his finger up for a sec to interrupt you and grin at you with a roguish look in his eyes,“That’s it for now.”
“For now”, you teased back, realizing how much he’d actually been able to distract you for a moment before the howling of the wind outside made you realize again that you were traveling through a brewing storm.
And it didn’t get better.
Quite the opposite.
With each passing minute, the storm seemed to grow thicker and put everything around you, including the streets, into thick layers of snow. Negan was already slowing down slightly, sure to keep his car from slipping while the wipers were on full speed just to somehow still get some sight on the street in front of you while the evening approached fast the darker growing sky only made it harder to see.
“Shit”, you could hear Negan course with a heavy scoff after a few more minutes of trying to drive through the storm that started to fully rage now,”It’s getting thicker...can’t keep driving for now.”
Slowly, you nodded, watching as Negan glanced over at you. This had no sense and he was right, and no matter how much you wanted to get home, you weren’t willing to risk Negan’s safety for it.
He was already being beyond sweet, and you really didn’t want to make this hard.
“I promise, as soon as it gets better, I keep on driving but this...this is just senseless”, he added, scoffing as he pulled his car in an empty paring space beside the street.
“Well we can’t stay in here either right?”, you asked with a thick gulp as Negan started to nod before his thick eyebrows bounced as he held his pointer finger up, just before he leaned in to reach for his phone.
“Wait a sec”, he mumbled as the started to type and scroll for a moment, before he cleared his throat and looked up.
“Okay so there’s an Inn with a small diner around the corner, we can stop by there, wait and eat a bit and then get back on the road”, Negan added as his lips drew into a small, supportive smile,”How does that sound?”
“Good”, you answered, mirroring his smile that made you feel a bit better about this whole messed up situation, “Let’s do that.”
It took merely a few minutes before the car was parked and you found yourself walking down the path to the Inn that was already covered in a thin sheet of snow again, even though it seemed like someone had shuffled it free merely a little while ago.
The Inn looked cute from the outside, everything was lit up in Christmas lights and two small, decorated trees stood next to the wide and heavy wooden entrance door. Just then, Negan reached for its handle and allowed you to step inside first, before he followed you into the entrance area.
They had gone a little overboard with the decoration in here, lights, tinsel and ornaments were everywhere, even though you had to admit that it had its own charm in a way. A little old fashioned and a little bit too much, but still nice.
“What can I do for you?”, a shrill voice lead your glance towards the front desk where an older, sturdy woman with short, carefully curled up dark hair stood and smiled brightly at the both of you.
“Hi there. Just need a table in your restaurant”, Negan said with a charming smile on his lips as he nodded towards the door to your right that seemed to lead into the diner,”Wanna spend our time waiting for this shit storm to end with a good meal.”
“Oh well then you can get all cozy in there. You’ll wait for a long time, believe me”, she said, still with a soft smile on her lips though she seemed slightly puzzled, even more so after she caught both of your irritated looks.
“Hon, that storm ain’t gonna end any time soon...probably gonna clear up sometime tomorrow, but not today”, an icecold shudder ran down your back as you heard her speak up with a sigh, an almost pitiful look in her glance as she caught the look on your face,”I’m not lying, check the weather report.”
You did just that, just in hopes that it wouldn’t confirm the words of the older lady, but instead, it did just that. The weather app on your phone blinked up in red lights as you scrolled through it, feeling your throat tightening up as a shiver breath fell from your lips.
“Fuck”, you mumbled to yourself while Negan stepped closer and nudged your arm softly.
“We can try driving anyway.”
“There’s a warning, they’re blocking more streets now”, you gulped, showing him the map you’d just opened on your phone that pretty much showed an alert for every road around you,”I...I don’t think we can get through that-...shit.”
Another ice cold shudder ran down your back as you stared down at your phone again, unsure of what to do, unsure of where to head now. You couldn’t even go back home, even those roads were about to be fully snowed in.
“We still have a free room”, the shrill voice on the other side of the reception chimed back in, forcing your glance to bounce right back at her. She smiled just as friendly before as she tilted her head a little, waiting for an answer.
“Would you be up for that?”, Negan asked, the look in his eyes almost worried before you started to nod. This was the logical thing to do, shit, probably the only thing you could do now.
“Okay, good”, Negan said, stepping back closer to the reception as you held your phone up with another thick gulp, fully starting to realize that you’d have to tell your family that you wouldn’t get back home tonight.
“I uhm...I still need to call my Mom”, you said, while Negan nodded and shot you a quick, but soft smile.
“Sure thing, just go ahead with that, I’ll handle the rest”, he said, giving you some space as you moved closer to the quiet corner by the front row and let Negan talk to the receptionist.
It took almost a half hour until you’d finished your call with your family, grabbed your stuff from the car and started to make your way up the wooden staircases of the Inn. The sadness of your mother’s voice once you’d told her what was happening had been another kick in the gut, even though she’d emphasized that she was just happy and relieved that you were safe and shouldn’t attempt to start driving again until the streets were cleared again.
“How much did you pay?”, you asked as you stepped up the last flight of starts that were about to lead you to your room, while Negan waved dismissively and shot you another smile.
“I got that.”
“Negan-”
“Nope, no discussion”, he quickly cut you off, shaking his head while his eyes stayed connected to yours,”Let’s just get that stuff up to the room and get nice ‘c comfy in there, alright?”
“Alright”, you finally agreed, smiling up at him just in the very moment you reached the end of the hallway and watched as Negan glanced in between the number on the key’s tag, and the number on the door.
”Well this is it”, he grinned, slipping the key swiftly into the lock before he pushed the heavy wooden door open and revealed the room that was hidden behind it, ”Welcome to the grand suite!”
A look similar to the one in the entrance hall welcomed you inside the room, even though not as over the top. It had high walls, wooden pillars at its side that lead up to the roof that peaked at the top of the room, and a protrusion at the end of the room with big windows and a comfy bench and a table that were immersed in it. There was a big, dark wooden bed on the right side of the room that you could see once you stepped past the small hallway, the thick blanket on its top had a deep red tone and while the white, big pillows were adorned with a few quills. There was another door right around the corner that seemed to lead to the bathroom, a TV that faced the bed and stood right next to a traditionally decorated Christmas tree, and more decoration that was distributed quite generously all over the rest of the room. Honestly, it looked almost like it had arisen straight from a Christmas movie.
”I know this really isn’t how you must’ve imagined Christmas eve”, Negan said, turning around to you before he shot you another smile,”But I promise I’ll make the best outta this for tonight and make it fun. Got a creative head.”
”Thank you”, you said as you smiled back at him, truly grateful for what he’d already done for you until now and what he was still doing right in these moments,”I mean it, thank you so much, Negan.”
”You don’t need to thank me for that”, he said, letting the bags slip from his shoulders while you moved over to place the pie on the table and get rid of the rest of your begs next to the ones Negan had carried.
”Yes I do”, you insisted, sighing as you glimpsed back over at him,”Without you I’d be sitting at home now all miserable and alone.”
”Well me too”, he said with a small shrug of his shoulders and a bittersweet chuckle, instantly making you regret the way you’d phrased what you’d just said even though Negan quickly disrupted that thought as he slipped the small grin back on his face and nodded towards the bed.
”So how are we gonna do the whole sleep thingy?”
”Well, the bed is big enough for us two.”
”Yeah I know”, he said as his grin grew a little wider and a small snort fell from his lips,”Just don’t wanna make you feel obligated.”
”You don’t”, you replied with a smile, watching as Negan started to slowly nod.
”Good”, he said, stepping towards the bed only to let himself fall on top of it and glimpse up at you with a shiteating grin,”Then I’ll guess we’ll get his party started, huh?”
”Yep”, you laughed, pushing your shoes off your feet while Negan grabbed the Inn’s booklet and what looked like a menu off the nightstand. With a small groan he leaned back, his eyes scanning over the sheets while you moved over to the bed slowly started to actually realize that you were actually gonna spend the night here with him. It wasn’t a bad realization, most definitely not, you couldn’t deny that you were excited, but that excitement also brought a tiny bit of nervousness along with it, no matter how comfortable you felt around him.
”Okay so we can head down and get some dinner or we get comfy here and make use of this nice lil’ roomservice”, Negan said, pointing at the booklet as you moved down next to him on the bed to get a glimpse at the menu.
”Food’s the same?”
”Food’s the same”, Negan answered and glanced over at you,”Your choice.”
”Hmm”, you grumbled, propping yourself up on your elbows as you pondered for a moment before you nodded over at the table,”Well, I still got the pie...so we could order in and use the pie as our dessert?”
”Now that’s a nice ass plan”, Negan quickly nodded, chuckling as he sat himself a little up,”Seen me eyeing that pie, huh?”
”You weren’t really subtle”, you laughed before Negan swiftly waved for you to move in closer so he could show you the food the Inn had to offer to the both of you, already pointing at a couple things that seemed to have caught his attention.
”So they got a bunch of nice stuff!”
A delicious casserole, a good bunch of side dishes, home-made eggnog and pieces of your pie later you found yourself sitting entirely full on the comfy benches while the snow storm outside kept on raging.
“Fuck, I’m stuffed”, you groaned as you leaned back into the cushion of the bench, closing your eyes for a second before Negan’s voice, that was pretty much dripping with amusement and tease, made you look back at him.
“Well shit, I kinda imagined you saying that in a different context.”
“Oh my”, you laughed, nudging your foot against his,”Dirty fucker.”
“And you like it”, he immediately responded, loud and proud while another laugh fell from your lips as you had to slowly start to nod.
“I do”, you admitted, grinning back at him as you saw him shooting you a triumphal look before he leaned back into the bench’s cushion with a small groan.
“I’m fucking stuffed too though”, he said, rolling his shoulders back with another sigh before he glimpsed over at you,”I guess it’s time for another hint, huh?”
“Yep”, you immediately answered with a quick nod that made an amused chuckle fall from Negan’s lips before he pondered for a moment and then finally moved on to give you the next hint.
“It’s something you’ve talked to me about”, he said, watching you tilt your head slightly as you rummaged through your memories,”Actually, you gushed about it.”
For a second, you knit your brows in a sense of slight confusion, before you tried to put the pieces of your hint puzzle together. Cozy, keeps you warm, is used inside and something that you’d mentioned to him.
For another moment, you pondered before it slowly started to click and your eyes widened in excitement.
“Wait”, you nearly gasp as you glanced up at him,”Is it the wearable blanket? The one with the hood?”
Negan usually had a good pokerface, but right now, the way the corners of his lips started to quirk more up despite his efforts and look on his face were giving him away.
“It is!”, you called out, excited and grinning widely as you looked with big eyes at him,”Holy shit, you actually bought it for me?”
“Yep”, he finally said with a nod and a proud look, watching as more pure happiness spread over your face before you started to realize that while he’d been attentive and had actually bought something for you, you’d gotten lost in your overthinking and had pulled out of it.
“That’s so sweet, I-”,you started, still smiling at him even though you could feel some guilt sneaking up on you,”I wanted to get something for you too, I just-”
“Oh no, Darling. This wasn’t meant to make you feel obligated to get a gift too”, he quickly shut down your worries, moving in to grasp your hand and squeeze it softly.
“I know, but I-”,you sighed, shaking your head softly,”I don’t know, I was overthinking and I-”
“Hey”, he spoke back up, leading your attention right back at him as he gave you a small wink,”You’ve been supplying me with the most delicious sweet shit all winter long, you’ve basically been gifting me something every other week. And I’m not sayin’ I asked the weather gods to send a snow storm so we’d get stuck together, but this here for sure is a damn gift to me.”
You couldn’t help but feel the warmth shoot right back into your cheeks as he made sure to keep your eyes fixed on his while he gave your hand another soft squeeze.
“So don’t worry, just let that excitement flow right back into ya and look forward to that blanket”, he said, and his words and his touch were fueling the feelings that you already had for him all over again.
”I bought myself one too by the way, it’s fuckin’ awesome I’ll tell you that”, Negan added, laughing as you had to chuckle as you imagined big and tall Negan clad in one of those huge blankets.
“Well I can’t wait to see you in it”, you said back, before you realized what you were implying even though Negan picked right up on it and seemed to enjoy the thought of it.
“Ditto”, he said with a wide grin before he glimpsed into the room and nodded towards the bed,”How ‘bout we get comfy and switch things over to the bed and the TV? See if we can find some cheesy Christmas movie, should be tons of ‘em on by now.”
A word and a blow.
A little while later you found yourself in the bathroom, slipping into your gray pajama right after you’d washed your makeup off and had gotten yourself ready for the rest of the night. You’d usually expect yourself to be more nervous about this but Negan had seen you bring out trash and get your post with no make up, undone hair and mismatch old sweaters, so you actually looked nice in comparison to the fits he’d seen you in before. You honestly felt more comfortable and excited than anything else right now, and everything in your body was drawn to the idea of slipping next to Negan into that comfy bed.
So you didn’t waste more time and stepped back outside the bathroom, quickly spotting Negan who’d already gotten comfortable and laid underneath the thick sheets with a box of cookies in his lap.
“I found those”, he announced as he spotted you, grinning widely as you found his glance swaying over you for a moment before he reached over to the edge of the blanket on your side and pulled it up.
You could see that he’d placed his sweater, pants and socks on the bench, leaving him only in his white shirt and his boxers underneath the blankets. ”Jump in”, he said, nodding at the spot next to him on the mattress before you moved in next to him and slipped into the bed.
A small shudder ran down your back as you could feel the pleasant warmth that Negan’s body heat had already created spreading over your body once you tucked yourself in and saw him raise the cookie box.
“Want some?”
“Oh I don’t have space for those yet”, you chuckled as you settled down into the bed, shifting slightly to get comfortable in the pillows as Negan plopped another cookie into his mouth.
“Ah I always do”, he said, swallowing with a thick gulp before he shot you another grin,”They’re not as good as yours tho.”
“I hope so”, you responded with a small laugh, only to feel your heart skip a small beat as Negan shifted a little closer, enough to feel him right next to you. You remained quiet for a small moment, honestly enjoying the feeling of his body brushing against yours before you forced yourself back into reality and nodded towards the TV.
”Did you find something?”
“Yep, just gotta wait for this commercial to end and we can watch lifetime’s newest addition to their long fuckin’ list of cheesy ass christmas movies”, Negan chuckled, grabbing the remote to place it next to the cookie box.
“Oh that sounds good”, you said as you nodded swiftly at the TV where an advertisement for the best Christmas and New Year’s deals flimmered over the display,”They deliver the best food for gossip.”
“They damn well do”, Negan chuckled, grabbing another cookie as you peaked into the box as well, spotting one small, star shaped one that was glazed with dark chocolate and looked honestly too good to leave it in there, even though you were still feeling your dinner filling your stomach.
You still reached in to quickly grab the cookie, and Negan perked his brows up with amusement as soon as he saw you taken a bite.
“I thought you didn’t have space yet?”
“Mhm yeah but that one just looks really good”, you mumbled, chuckling softly as you held up the left over piece of the cookie,”And it’s small, it’s gonna fit in there somehow.”
Negan let out another laugh while you plopped the last bit into your mouth and found yourself grinning as your glance caught the crumbs that were stuck in the stubble of Negan’s beard after devouring his last cookie.
“What?”, Negan mumbled as he caught you staring, a curious and amused look on his face as you looked up to connect your eyes with his and nodded towards him.
“You just got some crumbs in your beard”, you said, as Negan’s brows bounced softly up before he pointed at his chin.
“Well then get rid of them for me, will ya?”, he asked, and the wicked look in his eyes told you that he knew exactly what he was doing there.
”Well okay”, you mumbled, though you could feel the heat rising into your cheeks as you leaned in and felt Negan’s look fixating on you while you started to softly brush the crumbs off his stubble. Your palm rested against the side of his jaw while your thumb moved along his chin, and even though this was such an innocence gesture, the closeness and his intense glance made your heart skip.
“There aren’t really crumbs, huh?”, you suddenly heard Negan say, the grin on his lips growing wider as you leaned a bit back to look right at him as he threw you another mischievous look,”You just wanna feel me up.”
A snort fell from your lips as you brushed the last crumb off his beard and dropped your hand from his face, shooting him a grin as you tried to meet his tease with the same energy, without giving away how caught you actually felt.
“You wish, you really had crumbs in your stubble”, you chuckled, watching as Negan winked at you with an almost gleeful look on his face.
“Sure thing.”
“Idiot”, you chuckled, nudging him playfully with your elbow as a thick laugh rumbled through Negan’s chest. Shifting back, you attempted to lean back into the pillows just as you had before, but instead, you found yourself resting against Negan’s arm that had dropped there when you’d leaned in earlier.
For a moment, you could feel him tense slightly, almost as if he wasn’t sure whether you’d feel uncomfortable and he needed to pull away. He didn’t have to though, hell, you didn’t want him too. The closeness brought a sense of nervousness into you, you weren’t going to deny that, but the desire to stay close trumped it, and his flirting and the eggnog had boosted your confidence just enough for you to give in to that desire.
A shiver ran down your spine as you allowed yourself to lean against him and felt his arm curling around your waist without another word. You could merely see his glance brushing over you as you tried to keep the nervousness from flooding your features and expose how excited you actually were.
This was nice, this was really nice and the feeling of his glance on you made your heart pump a little faster against your chest, before his attention got directed to the shrill and festive melody that echoed from the TV through to you.
“Oh it’s starting!”
By the time you were about half-way into the movie, you’d gotten comfortable next to Negan, gotten rid of most of the slight nervousness from before and had relaxed in his warm embrace so you could just enjoy his closeness. It was cozy and had such a natural feeling to it, that it almost startled you how easy it had been to fully feel snug next to him. The movie was bad in the best way possible, filled up with the cheesiest Christmas movie tropes, and gossiping with Negan about the plot was even more fun than you’d expected.
Another thick laugh of his rumbled through his chest as he nodded at the TV where the main girl and her new flame made their way over an iced sidewalk in the midst of the christmassy town.
“Well shit, who could’ve guessed that! Girly starts fallin’ for the sweet home-town hunk with the golden retriever look and forgets about her slimy finance ex in the big city.”
“Yeah, would’ve never thought”, you laughed, as you nodded towards the woman who was starting to slip slightly on the ice and looked awfully much as if she was about to fulfill the next Christmas movie trope,”Watch her slip and fall on top of him in...3...2...1....”
And with that, merely a few seconds after your voice hushed you saw the brunette slipping on the ice and falling to the ground, dragging the home-town hunk down with her who made sure to grasp her just in time to shield her from the icy ground and let her land on top of him.
“Called it!”, you called out, triumphantly raising your hands as Negan’s thick laugh echoed through the room before he pointed at the two characters who were staring a little too intensely into each others eyes as they remained on the cold ground.
“Aaaand that’s where she realized that he’s the one!”, Negan called out with another thick chuckle,”The one and only guy she wants to fuck for the rest of her life.”
A snort fell from your lips as you leaned a bit up to grab another cookie from the box that rested on the other side next to Negan now, before you rested yourself back against him and felt his arm tightening softly around you again.
“I think we should apply for a writing position for those movies”, you said with a small laugh as you pointed swiftly at the TV,”We could totally do it.”
“Oh for fuckin’ sure”, Negan chuckled, as you took a bite off your cookie and watched him glimpse over at you,”What’s the next guess?”
“Hmm so the family bakery of hers is almost bankrupt, so she’s definitely gonna take over that and save it. With absolutely zero experience - except for that stuff she baked as a kid with her grandma - and it’s still gonna be the best bakery in the whole state in no time”, you predicted, while Negan slowly started to nod.
“Sounds legit”, he said, tilting his head slightly as he glanced back over at the TV,”Maybe they’ll also add a flash forward. Home-town-hunk knocked her up, Girly just won the title of best fuckin’ baker of the year, and they decorate the poor kid’s nursery cookie themed...’cause why the fuck not.”
“Oh yeah, she’s definitely gonna be pregnant if they do a flash forward, they always go with that”, you agreed, nodding as the movie switched to the next scene in the family bakery of the main girl and it got quiet for a moment between the both of you before you glimpsed up at him and caught his attention quickly again.
“Thank you. I know I’ve said it before but I just wanted to tell you again...thank you”, you mumbled, smiling softly as his eyes connected with yours,”For everything. You really saved my Christmas.”
“Nah, I gotta thank you, Darlin’“, he quickly said, shaking his head while a soft, almost bittersweet smile curled his lips up,”That’s the best damn Christmas I’ve had in years.”
You found yourself mirroring his smile, knowing very well where the slight sadness was stemming from even though Negan didn’t seem to have any desire to dwell on it and instead allowed to let the grin slip back onto his lips.
“And it isn’t even done yet. Night is young”, Negan chuckled softly, moving in with his other hand to grasp yours and give it a warm squeeze while he shot you a quick wink. As he leaned back into the pillows, he tightened his arm a little around you, enough to bring another wave of warmth and excitement through you while the stormy wind outside howled and shook softly on the big windows.
“Damn at least it’s warm in here”, Negan chuckled as he glanced over at the other side of the room as another gush of icy wind brushed against the glass. He shuffled a little deeper into the warmth of the sheets and pulled you a little bit closer into the coziness of his body.
“Yeah, you’re like a personal heater”, you mumbled as you felt the sensation of Negan’s warmth spreading anew over your body while a chuckle rumbled through his chest.
“Well what can I say, I’m a man of many qualities and talents”, he said, tease swinging through his voice as a big grin formed on his face.
“Oh okay, what are the others?”, you teased back, mirroring his grin as Negan dramatically cleared his throat, as if he as about to give the speech of his life.
“Well the obvious ones that you already know of, I’m a damn good baseball player and I can beat most people’s ass in table tennis”, he said, forcing you to led out a groan as you remembered the time he’d pretty much destroyed you during a ping pong match in his garage.
“Yeah you really had to bring that up again, huh?”, you said, nudging him as he let out a throaty laugh and nodded quickly.
“’Course, prettiest ass I’ve beaten though”, he said, winking at you as you let out another small, playful huff and listened as he went on.
“And, then there are the talents you don’t know yet”, he said, making your brows perk up with curiosity as he shot you another mischievous grin,”My dick game is fuckin’ strong...but for the start, I’m a pretty damn good kisser too.”
Your breath got caught in your throat for a second as you stared at him with wide eyes. You’d gotten used to his way of flirting and his bluntness, and yet, what he’d just said caught you off guard and made the heat shoot right back from your body into your cheeks.
“Oh, oh wow”, you laughed, watching a satisfied grin slipping on his face as he saw the clear reaction painted on your face while your body just kept on sending the very same longing signals to you. Maybe it was the eggnog, maybe it was the build up of feelings over the last time, maybe it was the fact that his scent, touch and warmth had been all over you for the past hour or maybe it was a big mix of all of them, but regardless, it pushed your confidence. So far, that you could feel yourself growing more bold to finally go for what you’d wanted for far too long now.
It was right in front of you, so you just needed to give yourself a big push to finally go for it.
“Well”, you started, feeling a grin slip back on your face as the intense look in his eyes made a shiver run down your back,”I guess you need to show me some proof.”
For a split second, Negan’s eyes widened a little, almost in surprise as his glance swayed over your face, a bit as if he was testing the waters before you could feel his large hand reach up to grasp your face as he leaned in.
He didn’t lie.
The way his lips caressed over yours from the very first second made your heart skip a beat and you found yourself melting immediately into his touch. A deep hum rumbled through his chest as you could feel him pulling you in closer, while waves of warmth washed over your tingling body and made you shudder softly.
His kiss was passionate, with just the right intensity to make your head spin and make you hyperaware of the different sensations and feelings before you plummeted into a blissful trance.
His rough beard stubble, his soft lips, the warmth of his large palm on the side of your face, and his comforting scent, and then, nothing but a tingling warmth that filled you up from head to toe until you slowly, yet breathlessly parted.
“My Christmas got even fuckin’ better just now”, Negan mumbled, his forehead still pressed against yours while you were slowly calming down,”Got the present I’ve wanted for way too fuckin’ long.”
“Me too”, you said with a soft chuckle, still trying to grasp what had just happened while a small laugh fell from Negan’s lips as he leaned in to press a quick peck over your lips.
“Shit, i didn’t think you’d go for it”, he said, the grin stuck on his face as he backed off just enough to look at you and make another pleasant shiver run down your spine.
“I didn’t either”, you mumbled, still very much enjoying the warm grasp he had on you,”I’m glad I did though.”
The grin on his face slowly widened as a soft chuckle fell from his lips and he slipped his hand down to your neck to pull you carefully against his chest.
“Oh me too, Darlin’, me too”, he mumbled as you found yourself smoothing against him, comfortable and excited at the same time as you allowed him to wrap you up in his arms.
As soon as you glimpsed up you could see him glancing down at you with a mix of affection and roguishness, before he slowly leaned back in to press another soft kiss over your lips. You melted into him just as you had before, relishing in the feelings and sensations that you’d wanted to experience for months.
Hell, this wasn’t the Christmas that you had expected this year, by far not, but that didn’t make you like it any less at this point.
Quite the opposite actually.
After all the turbulences, after all the fears that this storm might ruin the day, you ended up loving everything about this snowy night in the Inn with Negan.
And in a way, this was truly your own little Christmas miracle.
