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I DID SOMETHING BAD

Summary: Y/N found out her boyfriend, Ben, of two years, cheated on her. After recently breaking up, she goes by to drop off the rest of his stuff. While he isn't home, his dad is. Some hidden feelings decide to resurface, no matter how bad it could be.

Pairing: (Negan Smith x Reader) exboyfriendsdad! Negan Smith x reader (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, age gap! (reader age is in her 20s, negan is in his 40s), reader is in college grad!, exboyfriendsdad! x reader!, rich Negan! oral sex!-f receiving, rough sex!, slight daddy kink!, cheating!, tipsy sex!, sexual tension!, drinking!, break ups!, drinking games!, Negan had a wife but name isn't mentioned!, slight angst!, pet names!-Negan calls reader a slut!, reader wears dresses!, mentions of divorce, praise kink!, cursing!, dom! Negan, jealous tendencies!, dirty talk!, choking!, sub reader!, fluff!, and not fully edited.

A/N: boarders are by @saradika-graphics! Starting back writing, I decided to write a one-shot before continuing my series!! Thank you all so much for your support! I love you all so much! Check out my master list for some new series this summer! Now, enjoy the story! I apologize for taking a long break; I have struggled with multiple things. All I could think about was writing, but I couldn't do it. I wish I could explain more, but I don't think I can put into words as much as I want to. Just honestly… thank you!

“They say I did something bad. But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had and I'd do it over and over and over again if I could. It just felt so good.” - I Did Something Bad By Taylor Swift

It wasn't the end of the world.

Y/N kept telling herself that. He was just some stupid boy who made foolish choices. Ben was a wild one that’s for sure, maybe she should have seen it coming.

Of course, he would cheat. Don’t most of them do anyways? Most men are pigs, all men have it in them.

Maybe it sounded sexist, or Y/N was upset, lashing out with her words. She remembered screaming, tears welling up in her eyes as she repeated those reflections to Ben, whom she had just caught with another woman in their home, in their bed, which they were supposed only to share. Someone he’d met, a senior at his old college.

Bastard…

She kicked him out of the apartment that same night, a place they had called home for a year. Screaming so loud, neighbors were spying on them, which pissed off Y/N more.

Noisy ass neighbors…

Y/N kept herself away for a few days, returning to work and going home, trying to gather the rest of Ben’s things he had left behind day by day. He was rushed out, of course, having his stuff mainly thrown at him out the door. She emptied the 2nd wine bottle by the end of the week, having dinners by herself. Ben did try to contact her a few times with lame-ass apologies and backhanded gestures that raised more red flags for Y/N. She wondered what had gone wrong with Ben; his father seemed like an excellent man.

Negan Smith owned a big bank in town and was known as one of the wealthiest people in the city. Maybe Ben let that go to his head. It wasn’t like he was making the money; his father helped him through anything and everything.

Maybe that’s where it went wrong. Shit, she shouldn’t be thinking her ex’s father is a better man than him… perhaps she should.

Y/N was never always handed things to her like Ben, who spoiled her at the beginning of the relationship. Looking back now, those gestures seemed to fade away, staying in more, just causally becoming just roommates who fucked occasionally. She cringed at the thoughts now. Maybe she’d never been gratified with their sex life, but he was sweet until the end. Becoming unsatisfied with it all, maybe she was blind to the situation, but over the tw weeks, it all unraveled for her.

Maybe it was the late-night cries of not being good enough or the many TV shows she binge-watched about people finding love. It sounded dumb, but maybe Y/N was finally catching onto everything and blocking Ben at the end of the month, gathering his things to drop off at his father's. Ben mentioned staying with him until finding a place; she wondered how Negan felt about it.

Y/N met Negan at a Christmas party he was throwing at his mansion, he lived outside on the country most of the town invited. It was Y/N’s and Ben’s first year togrther. When meeting him, she could see the resemblance Ben had of him. But something about Negan, seemed to get to her more. She knew it was wrong, she just tried to shake it.

It was just an intrusive thought; anyone would think it. The compliments he gave her that night were innocent… “The red dress compliments you well, doll. My son didn’t tell me you were a beauty.”

But made her think naughty things, stuff she shouldn’t think about her boyfriend’s dad. Maybe Y/N was just as bad as Ben for these thoughts. It was the way he smirked, too, that damn smirk. The way his tongue grazed over his lips. It wasn’t just that night, too; she found herself lost in thoughts of him.

The get-togethers, the times they stayed nights with Negan after drinking, waking up the following day and seeing him in his PJs, and the pool parties were the worst. Having to see Negan shirtless, the way his tattoos aligned with his body so well—some even had age to them—and the way his wet hair hung down his face, letting the drips of water slide down his chest were the worst.

He was like a walking sex-god..

All of this was bad.. So bad…

What probably was worse was how well they got along and could talk for hours. Her favorite memory was one of the last ones she had with Negan before all this happened with Ben. A couple of weeks before the breakup, they celebrated the fourth of July and had a BBQ at Negan’s. It was smaller than his usual get-togethers, mostly everyone in the pool out back. Ben had too many beers that day, lying in his old room upstairs; Y/N looks back then, seeing the signs clear on her face that their relationship was over by then.

They sat in the kitchen together for hours, just talking, maybe reminiscing once more before everything fell to shit; Y/N hated how she’d miss Negan. Little thoughts crept into her head, too. She’d miss him more than Ben. She’d no longer have late-night conversations with Negan in the kitchen, see him on vacations, or be around him. She wondered if that’s why she stuck out with Ben so long, for Negan.

How pathetic of her…

Y/N knew Negan would now only live in her memory, just like Ben. The thoughts of Negan kissing her, pleasing her, and fucking her like she'd always wanted would always still be thoughts; she knew she should miss those from Ben, not crave them from his father.

She really was just as bad as Ben, huh?

Y/N threw the last box of Ben’s stuff in her trunk; she was heading to Negan’s to drop off the rest of his son’s belongings. She texted Ben, who said he would be there to get them for her and to say goodbye to each other one last time.

Y/N knew it would be her goodbye from Negan too; maybe what Ben did to her brought all this up about Negan to her face, how she felt about him. This older man, her ex-boyfriend’s dad, was someone she’d be interested in. She was an awful person. Hell, he would laugh in her face about it.

The drive was not far from her place, about 30 minutes outside of town; she pulled up the long driveway leading to Negan’s countryside mansion. He had a few horses outside the barn; the land was acres long. The house had some age, which made it so beautiful. Negan had done a few renovations to the house himself, building around the deck and keeping up with the paint jobs.

Y/N slammed the trunk of her car, carrying the two boxes of Ben’s to the front door, ringing the doorbell that stretched across the house.

The summer air was humid, and her sundress crunched up a bit as the boxes lay against her chest. Her heart dropped when Negan answered the door, quickly offering to take the heavy boxes from the girl. “Y/N? Shit- let me help you!” Negan seemed stunned, laying the boxes inside the house, wiping his hands on his jeans, and glancing over the younger woman.

She looked a little paler than the last time he’d seen her. Still beautiful as hell, though, he told his son Ben he scored well with her. When he met Y/N, he found her attractive and even found himself attracted to her. After his divorce, he did not date much. Y/N kept him entertained, though; they got along well. Negan had to bitch at Ben sometimes about how he would be, treat Y/N. He knew he raised him better than that, especially not to cheat on any woman. When Negan discovers the truth about what Ben did, he is boiling mad; he doesn’t do it to any woman.

He did it to Y/N.

Negan cared about Y/N. Maybe too much for her to have dated his son, but he knows she deserves to be treated like the only woman in the world. Negan almost could have beaten his son’s ass, nearly not allowing him to stay in his home, but he was his son after all. Ben tried to devise excuses, even throwing the blame on Y/N. Trying to say that she never wanted anything to do with him anymore, and no matter what, Negan was not buying it. He gave his son hell almost every day; if he was going to stay with him, he was going to keep doing it, too.

“Negan, Hi—is Ben here? He said he would be in to get the rest of his things.” Y/N asked, taking in all of Negan she could. He had a black button shirt with a few buttons open. The sleeves rolled up perfectly, revealing his tattoos. His darker jeans also complimented him. He looked so good in darker colors. Negan’s beard was whole again; he’d recently shaved it the last time she saw him.

She joked on how he looked better with a beard, he sure as hell did.

Negan looked confused, knowing his son went on with his friends for the night since he had been staying there. Y/N noticed the look in his eyes, and sighing, she rolled her eyes in pure annoyance. She should have fucking guessed. “He isn’t here, is he? Not too brave enough to face me?” Y/N scoffed, soon relaxing. She was talking about this man’s son, “Fuck- sorry, I shouldn’t say things like that around you.” Negan laughed, shaking his head, moving to the side, offering her to come in with his hands.

“Guess he is, sweetheart. He told me you weren’t coming until tomorrow.” Negan informed. Y/N hesitated for a moment to step in. Maybe it was an awful idea… an awful good idea.

The younger woman stepped in. He shut the door behind her. She noticed his half-whiskey glass resting on the staircase pole as he reached for it. “Come into the kitchen, sweetheart. We can chat for a bit before you go.” Negan’s offer was music to her ears. She shouldn’t want this, but she was not about to miss this opportunity.

She entered the kitchten, which Negan pulled out a half-full bottle of his whiskey. Y/N snickerd in return to his gesture as he pulled out a second glass. “I have to drive back home y’know?” Y/N lips curled, sitting at the counter across from him. Negan leaned against the counter facing her, pouring him a glass waiting on her approval do top hers.

“You could stay couple hours, doll. Hell, maybe Ben show up have your little confrontation.” Negan playfully lifted his eye brows with a wink which made Y/N giggle. She kept her eyes down for a moment feeling her face heat up, Y/N said fuck it and shook her glas for him to fill.

Taking a quick shot, Y/N stiffened from the bitter taste of the whiskey, the alcohol making her stomach instantly warm. “I'm taking it. That's been a rough couple of weeks?” Negan could tell the color in her eyes wasn't there anymore; her paler skin gave her away. She had been inside mostly. However, Negan, making her laugh, brought some of that color back, and he was starting to realize it. He knew he shouldn't have invited her in; she definitely shouldn't have decided to stay. Negan knew Ben would be out all night; he wouldn't come back.

Why the hell was Negan doing this? Why was he being this dumb for some chick?

“It has been a lot of back and forth.” Y/N sighed, sipping her drink, shaking the ice, “A lot of eye-opening moments, that's for sure.” Negan kept silent for a moment; he was mainly disappointed in himself. He should have been a better father to Ben and not spoiled him as much. Not giving him everything he wanted, Negan thought he was a good father—how Ben was made him question those thoughts. “I'm sorry for what happened; I thought I raised the boy better,” Negan confessed, downing his drink and shaking his head. He was disgusted by his son.

Y/N smiled at the older male, placing her hands on his, which made him twitch. Negan's eyes stayed connected to hers, and their breathing almost matched. “I hope you don't blame yourself for the way Ben is; it's not your fault.” Hearing her say that made part of him feel warm inside like she was telling the truth. Another part kept telling him that he could have done something.

“You cant make a person, Negan. Kids have to grow up, you men take forever doing that.” Y/N joked, rolling her eyes playfully pouring herself another glass. Negan chuckled at her words, watching her actions. Anything this woman did could make him hard, the way she moved the way she talked made him crave her more.

Maybe he was the wrong person, too, after all? Wanting to do this to his son's ex-girlfriend. Negan wanted to try and make her his, call her mine, make everything better for her, and treat her better.

A couple of hours later, the bottle and a box of crackers were nearly empty, which they opened up mid-conversation. They were now sitting at the kitchen counter beside each other, laughing and cracking up about the most random things. Negan and Y/N talked about many things throughout a couple of hours of her stay, from the relationship with Ben to old memories of themselves. Negan loved seeing Y/N being happy; he knew she had not had that in a while.

Maybe he could fix things after all, better for him.

Y/N felt tipsy; she felt good on the inside, like an itchy bubble inside of her. She knew she could be drinking more, but she had to stop, knowing she would head home later that night; Y/N couldn't stay here. She couldn't let her thoughts win. She'd catch herself while they talked, her eyes moving to his lips and his hands grazing her. She'd even catch Negan’s eyes lingering; maybe it was the liquor talking, but maybe Negan felt something for her.

The tension felt higher in the room as if it was closing in on them. Y/N has had this feeling before with him; being alone with him sometimes made her feel claustrophobic. Right now, the room felt more closed in than ever, the conversation taking turns at times.

“We have been talking for hours, sweetheart.” Negan glanced over at the time on the oven. It had to be close to three hours of them talking and rambling on and on. Y/N could not believe how fast time flew, she had so much fun just talking to Negan.

Maybe she had just been lonley, maybe they both have been.

“I hope I didn't keep you from anything. I can go here soon; I should be sobered up.” Y/N started to get up. Negan grabbed her wrist gently, still startling Y/N. Her eyes met his, and he stood slightly to reach her sti, keeping his distance and removing his hand. “Fuck- I didn't mean- I shouldn't have done it that way, Y/N.” Negan slurred his words, stumbling to make a sentence. He acted like some high schooler trying to ask out a girl for the first time.

His words confused Y/N; her eyebrows furrowed, and his touch sent goosebumps down her spine. It was so quick that she ached for more. “What I am trying to say, sweetheart, is you can stay a little longer.” His words almost sounded sinister, and the look in his eyes darkened.

This is it; she should run now. Y/N knew a mistake was going to happen, but it felt so good despite the bad feelings.

“I guess I could if I'm not intruding,” Y/N gently sat back down, her words more suggestive than before. Her eyes showed hope in it, something darker… sinful. Negan's lips curled up into a smirk, his eyes scanned over her body. Y/N kept her posture and head up. She seemed confident that the nerves screaming inside her were not showing on the outside. “You’re keeping a good ole man company, doll. No harm done.” Negan tried to persuade Y/N that these were all innocent acts and friendly conversations. That's what it always had been; it had to stay that way.

“No harm done,” Y/N repeated, taking a deep breath in her eyes, which never left Negan’s face. His eyes could slowly eat her alive; the way he was looking at her made Y/N feel exposed. Negan moved his hands underneath the stool she sat on, pulling her closer to him, which made Y/N gasp, letting her eyes trail down to his lips to his hazel eyes again. Maybe it was the drinks they had; perhaps this was all going to happen anyway, but Y/N was realizing slowly her sinful fantasies of Negan were coming true.

“Since you're staying longer, sweetheart, how about we play a game?” Negan implied, his head tilted in curiosity at her reply. He was steadily getting closer to her lips by the second. Y/N kept her eye contact through her long lashes. She could feel sweat forming on her forehead. “What-what kind of game?” Y/N questioned, her throat started to tighten.

In an instant, Negan pulled back, clapping his hands together playfully. “A drinking game!” Y/N felt like the trance she was in was broken. She barely saw Negan head back over to his liquor cabinet, pulling out a few small Jack Daniel shots.

What kind of other game was Negan playing with her? He had to be teasing her now.

Negan laid the smaller shots down before them, sitting beside her again. “How are we gonna play this little game of yours?” Y/N teasingly asked, following his actions, unscrewing one of the shots. “I know you played this little game in college; never have I Ever?” Y/N's eyebrows furrowed; why would Negan want to play this? Y/N giggled at Negan’s game of choice; why was this turning her on?

“Why in the hell would we play that, huh?” Y/N questioned; Negan’s face seemed serious, pushing his chair closer to her. She gulped a bit, scanning over the older man. His eyes seemed glossier than before, still having the golden brown tint she'd always loved.

Just like Ben’s… fuck Ben—

why should she care?

“I think there are some things we wanna know about each other, hun,” Negan acknowledged, shooting her a playful wink. She squirmed a bit, which made Negan laugh to himself- he loved it. Teasing her, maybe that’s what he should do after the past couple of years. Teasing him at times, Negan was reading her like a book now. “If you’ve done it, you sip your shot,” Negan clarified the rules, which he knew Y/N probably knew.

“Since it was your idea, you start us of Negan.” Y/N loosened up in her seat, smirking his way. Negan's eyes sparkled like a light bulb going off. “Never have I ever…” Negan pondered momentarily, rubbing the scruff on his face, “Never have I ever dated someone older than me.” Y/N's lips pierced, taking the shot between her lips. Ben was a year younger than her; maybe that was her mistake dating someone younger. She dated someone five years older than her before, and Y/N was usually attracted to older men.

Y/N shivered, taking a deep breath and shaking it off quickly. “Who knows, I might go back to the older men.” Y/N flirted, her foot grazing Negan's ankle, and pulled back to make it seem like an accident. “Seem to take care of you better, doll? May cause more bad than good for you; some of those older men are creeps.” Negan implied, smirking as his hands crept closer to where he rested.

The tension was making the room warmer, but her body felt cold. “I'm guessing it's my turn.” Y/N pushed her hands away from the counter, the tension growing in the room. Negan was even shifting in his seat, which had Y/N fighting back a smile. “Never have I ever cheated on someone.” She was curious to see.

“You're a funny one, sweetheart.” Negan divulged, letting out a laugh. I've never cheated, not even once, but my wife did.” Y/N was taken aback, having a sense of guilt bringing it up. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean-” Negan stopped her, shaking her head with a smile. “Its not big deal, Y/N. I can't believe after some of our conversations it hasn't came up. Or even Ben saying anything to you.”

When Ben started dating Y/N, his mom had already left, but Ben never said why. Of course, she wouldn't ask Negan why she left. “Ive always still wondered if Ben is on her side.” Negan confided, taking his shot letting his emotions run. Y/N listened to him even if Ben was, they were both in the wrong.

“I was spending more time with work than her…are family.” Negan sighed, cracking another one and setting it to the side. Y/N felt bad for him, she knew no matter what she didn't need to cheat. “Thats still no excuse, Negan. She could have talked to you.” Y/N gave her words of wisdom, letting her hand rest on his arm. His pulse quickened to her touch, Y/N’s eyes were calling him.

Negan felt that… this was going to be bad.

“We both still have a shot.” Negan gestured to the full Jack Daniel shots; his lips curled like he had a motive. “Hit me with a good one,” Y/N had her shot ready in hand and her smirk. Negan had to throw her off, make her squirm again, and get her exactly how he wanted her.

“Never have I ever wanted one of my ex’s parents.” Negan was blunt watching Y/N’s confidence drop. Her face reddened; the grip on her shot could have almost shattered it. It was silent; the air thickened his body, growing close to her. Y/N felt glued to her seat, her gaze fixated fully on him.

“I don't—I don't… I can't answer that.”

Negan laughter was darker and more profound, deep, which scared her and turned her on. “You don't have to answer, princess. Just take the shot if it's true.” Negan gestured to her shot in hand, patiently waiting. Y/N kept her looks on Negan, taking the shot down while her eyes never left. While slamming the empty bottle down, Negan’s lips parted, pushing himself onto her. His hands wrapped around her cheeks, and he slammed his lips onto hers. They both tasking the whiskey on their lips, mixed with Y/N’s lipgloss.

She tasted as sweet as he thought.

Y/N moaned at the contact, keeping her lips moving with his, his fingers gripping her hair, making her gasp. His tongue grazed her bottom lip, meeting her own. She pulled away, out of breath, the guilt rushing over her. “We can’t do this, Negan.” Y/N tried to catch her breath, the alcohol starting to take some effect, “I need to go home.” Y/N stood up, feeling the room spin because of how quickly she stood from her seat.

Negan grabbed her wrist, twisting her around, which made her whimper as his nose rested on hers. Y/N's eyes stayed parted, fighting back the urge she craved.

“Don’t go—you can’t go,” Negan begged, his hands trailing up her arms slowly, feeling her goosebumps form. He sounded desperate. “No matter what you want, sweetheart, please stay in the guest room.”

“It’s bad what I want,” Y/N admitted, her eyes closed and her legs like jello. “It feels good, though, right?” Negan teased, making everything much more dangerous. He chuckled as his hands made it to her neck, wrapping both larger hands around, which made Y/N whimper. “Admit it, baby. It’s gone too far now to go running.”

Baby.. fuck.

Everything suddenly was forgotten. Just this moment was all that mattered. None of the aftermath mattered; they both knew what they wanted.

Negan grabbed her waist, picked her up swiftly, sitting her on the counter. His lips brush down the veins of her neck. She was having his hand wrapped around her throat, slamming her lips onto his. Y/N lips were hungry, moving in sync with her hands resting on both sides of his face. He kept his lips moving with hers; whimpers and moans filled the room from both. Her hands flew to his black button-up, popping them open.

Sneaking her hands down into his half-opened shirt, Negan got chills from her touch, feeling her excellent warm hands.

He dreamed of this moment.

“You drive me insane,” Negan growled, his hands trailing up her dress, squeezing her hips roughly. Y/N squirmed from the contact, gasping out, his other hand taking her face, her cheeks squished between them. When she met Negan's gaze, his eyes were darker and filled with all his sinister thoughts about her.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Y/N innocently batted her eyelashes, and a smirk grew on her face, which didn't last long when Negan pushed her back on the cold counter. Y/N couldn't see him anymore, only feel his hands pulling down the panties she had on. Negan chuckled, placing kisses on her thigh. His palms were rough as they moved across her bare legs tracing small circles back up to her bare cunt. Y/N wanted to close her thighs together, so she cried out, having Negan’s hands squeezing her thighs open.

“If it's so bad, why does it feel so good?” Negan questioned her and himself. “It feels so wrong but right,” Y/N confessed, trying to catch her breath. She could feel his breath down her thighs, getting closer to her aching clit. Y/N tossed her head back in pleasure, her hands running through his hair.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be this wet baby,” Negan whispered as his fingers went through her wet folds, having her squirm. “Please,” Y/N begged, the ache in her voice showing how much she wanted it. Negan was enjoying every second of it, too; he knew he might never have her again.

He was going to make the best of it.

“Tell me what you want; I feel like I know.” Negan blew air onto her clit, making her gasp and pulling on his hair which made him growl. His nails dug into her hips, pulling her closer, giving one sharp lick up her pussy.

“I want you, Negan, please.” Y/N sounded so needy; she had never wanted anyone like this before. “My son didn’t take care of ya?” Negan inquired casually, giving her wet folds a lick along, running his fingers around, “That’s a shame, doll; I guess I’ll have to.”

Hearing him mention Ben, she came back to reality for a moment. How could all this go? No matter what, even if she stopped now, it would end badly even if this never happened again.

“Negan, I-“

He cut her off by entirely going down on her. Negan was eating her out like a hungry animal. Y/N’s eyes rolled back, and she could see stars. She was a moaning mess, her thighs squeezed around his head. Y/N had her legs wrapped around him, pushing his head deeper into her. “I love to hear your little whimpers and moans, baby,” Negan admitted. She could feel the pit in her stomach grow.

Y/N’s toes curled, feeling her stomach tighten with his movements. “Negan- I’m close.” Y/N rose slightly from the counter to watch Negan, who instantly met her gaze. “Yeah, sweetheart?” Negan continued as he slowed down to look at Y/N, two of his fingers sliding easily into her cunt. Y/N almost couldn’t hold herself up anymore, feeling her walls closing around his thick fingers. Y/N felt her legs shaking, her back arching off the counter, coming around Negan’s face.

Negan grabbed her by the waist, pulled her up, and placed small kisses on her neck. “Wrap around me," he commanded. She trusted him, having her legs around him. Negan had his hands around her, playfully squeezing them, taking her off the counter to his room. His lips moved in sync with Y/N busting through his bedroom door, throwing her onto the bed.

She had never been in his room; it was so plain it suited him well. Negan had now removed his shirt, her hands exploring his inked body. Y/N pulled at his belt buckle, which made him smirk at her desire. His pants lowered, and he reached beneath her dress for the feel of warmth between her legs. Y/N’s panties were in the kitchen still; his member teased her entrance.

“I want you, I want you mine.” Y/N gasped as he entered her, his words having her head spinning; Negan's thrusts were rough, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and going deeper in her. Their sweaty bodies collided as her fucked her deep into the mattress; Y/N’s nails dug into his back, making him groan. “Havin’ an old man work for it, huh?” Negan playfully teased, his breathing increasing with his pace, “You’d rather fuck Ben’s old man instead of him, huh?”

Y/N could only whimper; how could she even answer that? Why was this turning her on more? Negan slapped her ass, “Answer me, baby. You like being a little slut, huh? Daddys little slut.”

“Fuck.” What in the world has gotten into Negan? His words were so dirty and wrong, but fuck, she loved it.

“Yes- I do.”

Usually, sex with Ben wasn’t adventurous. If that’s what you’d call it. It was mostly the same each time; it was getting old. No one had given her this rush time before, even before Ben. “Look at me,” Negan insisted, holding her by the neck. Their eyes stayed on each other as he fucked her tight cunt, “I want you to come for me, baby, and I am gonna come with you.”

His pace was sloppier; feeling her wet walls squeeze his member was making him closer by the second. “I’m coming, Daddy.” Negan knew he didn’t want this to end; he wanted more each day like she was a drug to him, his little drug that he wanted to be high on each day.

He knew this was only the beginning.

The following day, Y/N’s head felt heavy. The mattress beneath her seemed softer, and the room was brighter. She gasped, jerking herself up, realizing she wasn’t in her room or her home.

All the memories of last night flooded her head, she kept the sheets clinched to her bare body. “Sleeping beauty is finally awake!” Negan chirped, having a cup of coffee in his hand and handing it over to her. Y/N almost felt ashamed and embarrassed to be naked in front of him. She shouldn’t be after last night…

“Need any medicine?” Negan asked, sitting on the foot of the bed, his eyes trying to search what she was feeling. “I’m okay, thank you.” Y/N smiled, trying to gather her thoughts together. “We uh- we shouldn’t have taken it to that level, Negan,” Y/N admitted that she knew no matter how much she wanted it again, they didn’t need to.

It couldn’t happen.

“You’re saying you regret it, darling?” Negan knew her answer with a smirk plastered on his face. He stood up, getting near her again, feeling the thick air.

It was just like a cycle.

Negan’s lips brushed against hers, leaning himself on the bed she laid in. Y/N's mouth parted, trying to find the urge to speak. “N-no, I don’t.” Y/N knew she couldn’t lie to Negan; her fist dug deeper into the silk sheets. He drawled a breath in, letting out a slight laugh, pulling back from her, playfully patting her cheek.

In a moment of being stunned, she watched Negan causally getting ready to leave the room again. “How about you come down for breakfast?” Negan urged with a welcoming smile, with glasses resting on his nose and plaid pants. He stopped in his tracks, turning around on his heels.

“Oh yeah, you might wanna get dressed. Ben’s downstairs.”

[dixontardis]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏-𝟏𝟓

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Day 1: Bondage with Eddie Munson Day 2: Exhibitionism with Buggy the clown Day 3: Orgasm denial/edging with Deke Shaw Day 4: Overstimulation with Daryl Dixon Day 5: Choking/Breath Play with Max Borman Day 6: Temperature play with Tryst Day 7: Knife play with John Murphy Day 8: Blood play with Max Borman Day 9: Breeding kink with Erik Campbell Day 10: Daddy kink with Negan Smith Day 11: Mommy kink with Max Borman Day 12: Threesome with Eddie Munson & Billy Hargrove Day 13: Impact play with Billy Hargrove Day 14: Voyeurism with Daryl Dixon Day 15: Praise kink with Jasper Jordan

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[gabyfofaworld]

(Temporada 7) Negan Smith Icons

[m0onysblog]

WILDFLOWER; Glenn Rhee [The Walking Dead Fanfiction]

SUMMARY:

She lost everything... her home, her family, every reason to keep going.

Erin has been walking alone ever since her brother disappeared, clinging to the only promise she made: survive.

When the signs of Terminus offer hope, she follows them, only to walk straight into a nightmare.

But fate has a strange way of pulling people together.

The problem? He belongs to someone else.

And Erin refuses to be the reason something beautiful falls apart.

Chapter 1: Erin

Chapter 2: No sanctuary

Chapter 3: How many walkers have you killed?

Chapter 4: help us

Chapter 5: the church

Chapter 6: strangers

Chapter 7: family

Chapter 8: washington

Chapter 9: what lies ahead

[zombiewhor3]

WE HAVE SHIT TO DO

rick grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: smut, penetrative sex, male/fem orgasms, weapon usage, mentions/usage of liquor, Negan, mentions of character deaths, mentions of upset/un-comfy reader, mentions of murder, season 7 era tbh,

a/n: just watched the episode of where Carl died and where Rick read his letter and i am a sobbing mess, i cried so hard throughout the entire episode an honestly in the comics it says he has a happy ending so lets pretend that Carl never died and had a happy ending and that he just ran away because it's breaking my heart!

: sorry for the long wait, i've been trying to catch up stuff on my wattpad and i have a few drafts that i have saved so i'll be trying to post those throughout the week!

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the runs had been hard, and food rations had started to become smaller and smaller by the day, and with children and people of Alexandria they needed to find something.

But it was hard with Negan breathing down their backs, constantly making random appearances to claim 'his deliveries' that they were supposed to somehow fulfill for him and the Saviours.

she had one of her hands intertwined with his while his cock was hitting her g-spot making her mouth form a sudden 'O' shape while their lips connected in a frustrating lust for one another.

she let out a soft cry into his mouth feeling as she was so close from her big O that she was bucking her hips up for one of his thumbs to rub circles on her clit to send her over the edge for him.

without a hesitation he used his thumb to spin on her clit hearing as she let out a loud set of delicate moans from her mouth, and it made him pull his lips away from hers just so he could hear how beautiful she sounded aloud while he fucked her.

"s-so close!" she whimpered feeling as her walls clenched to try and bring his throbbing cock even deeper into her tight soaked walls, one of their hands were holding onto the others so they could keep their bond of love even closer during the moment.

"shh shh, come on let it go"

he cooed to her feeling as she let out a loud whimper while her juices spurt out onto his cock that was irresponsibly not covered by a condom, however it felt to good for him to stop and by the time he knew it he was shooting his load inside her

"fuck" he practically gasped feeling the warmth of their juices creating a slight warmth over his cock, she let out a whine as he hadn't pulled out of her yet because he wanted to take in the moment

a loud knock at the door seemed to disturb her as she jumped sending a slight accidental pleasure to his cock that was still buried full length in her cunt.

"you done fucking in there Rick? because we have shit to do!" Negan called out while tapping his bat against the door so harshly Rick thought that he was going to somehow break through it.

he pulled out of her watching as she covered over her mouth to hide a loud gasp that she knew was surely to spill from her mouth, "one minute Negan please" Rick asked only hearing the knocking start to get louder and louder surely he was trying to scare him.

Rick had wiped himself and slipped on his lower half of clothes before Negan flew open the door smiling once he saw y/n covering herself with the tangled bed sheets around her.

Rick ran a hand through his hair while he pulled out a fresh white t-shirt from his dresser slipping it on while he holstered his knife and looked at the man standing in front of him.

"Rosita come here for me please"

Negan called out watching as the women slipped down the long and quite narrow hall leading to the bedroom, she stood behind him as she kept her gaze down on the floor.

"you and Rick are going to go on a scavenge trip and i don't care how long you're out there for, either you find something cool or useful for me or option one you don't come back at all and in that case i'll bash someones head in or option two i smash all of these sorry fucks heads in" Negan smiled rubbing his hand over Lucille.

"now get the hell out" he ordered watching as Rick skimmed past him as he followed Rosita back down the long hall and once Negan heard the front door shut with a slam a smile appeared on his face.

this time it was wider and cockier almost like he thought the girl trying to cover her nude body from him was a joke, his smile was implicating that he thought this was all so damn funny.

"can i please get some privacy Negan?" she asked calmly as her nails started to practically burn holes into the fabric from the strength of her grip that she had on it.

Negan rested the bat against the inner wall of the bedroom next to the snow white painted door frame, he used a hand to rub over the stubble on his face, he sighed and flipped his back around.

his hands rested clasped in front of him as he fiddled his thumbs and whistled impatiently, she slipped into the bathroom to wipe her self clean before she slipped back into the bedroom to put on a fresh set of clothes.

"you can stop whistling now" she bit at him while she adjusted the collar of her flannel that covered the blank tank underneath, she flipped over the cuffs on the sleeves and folded her arms.

"wow god you two really go at it" Negan remarked at her watching as her posture awkwardly changed in front of him, because her shoulders seemed to scrunch up at the uncomfortable remark.

"is that stuff never seems to go right around here? is you two's fucking getting in the way of my deliveries that you and your people should be making?" a hand rested on her lower neck as he made his way up to her chin watching and feeling as she swallowed harshly.

"you seem un-comfy baby" he spoke rubbing the side of her cheek, "i think you should leave" she spoke calmly but also with a slight fire in her voice wishing that he would just see himself out.

Judith let out a loud cry just a few doors down making Negan smile once more as he picked up Lucille and made his way along the hall making sure to scrape the floors up with him.

"don't please" y/n spoke pushing past him so that she could stand in the door frame the loud sound of her crying ringing through her ears like loud feedback echoing off of a microphone.

"oh please i'm not gonna hurt her what am i a monster?" he bit back bitterly skimming past her, he placed his bat down next to the recliner in her room while he lifted her up from her crib.

he sat back in the recliner while rocking her gently with his knee while he stroked the back of her head, y/n didn't understand how a man so cruel and so monsterous could have a heart like this.

how he could act so sweet after threatening to bash everyone's brains in if Rick hadn't followed his orders as directed.

y/n was surely biting her fingernails raw looking at the two, she seemed to have a liking to him, but it wasn't like she knew how much of a monster he was, after all she was only past a year old she truly didn't know anything about the real world yet.

it was making her sick seeing him hold her, seeing as he was able to get her to stop crying, she looked down the hall to see Carl standing there cocking his head while he looked at the quite visible nervousness y/n was emitting into the air around them.

she shook her head at Carl to go back with Enid who had her head peaking out into the kitchen to watch what Carl was doing from the hall even though she couldn't get a good enough view.

y/n gestured for him to return back to the room he had just appeared from but instead he walked his way down the hall his hand slipping out the silver knife from his holster.

y/n tried to put her hand out to push into his chest but once she saw the fire in his eyes she let him go, she let him slip into the bedroom to see the man that killed her friends holding his little sister.

it was causing an ache in him, it was making him so god damn furious that he was clenching the blade by his side,

"would you look at that it's the serial killer in the making isn't this a nice surprise for me" Negan teased looking down at the knife clenched with a fist down by the boys side.

y/n grabbed his wrist to take the knife from him and shockingly he let her, he let it slip out from his hand without even an ounce of a fight,

she slipped it back into his holster while turning his body away and sending him back down the hallway to where Enid was now waiting for her boyfriend with an explanation.

"he's a feisty one for sure, quite bold if you ask me"

Negan spoke to y/n while sitting up from the chair and resting the now sleepy Judith back in her crib, she pulled a blanket over her and handed the stuffed rabbit that rested next to her in her crib before he grabbed his bat and showed himself out of her room.

y/n shut the door behind her once she checked the baby camera to make sure that it was still on and hadn't run out of battery power again, she followed Negan into the living room thankful that the two kids had left the house to venture somewhere else.

"you have any bourbon or whiskey? i could really use a drink"

Negan asked plopping down on the couch and resting his feet a top of the coffee table un-apologetically while his eyes flicked over to look at the obviously unamused y/n.

"not much i think in the last of our rations we have maybe half a bottle i'm not sure last time i checked your men took it all"

y/n spoke sharply while opening the cupboards until she found the bottle of whiskey, she grabbed a clean empty glass and poured him some before she set the glass and the bottle on the table.

he moved his feet out of her way before he took his first embrace of the liquor in his glass, "perfect" he sighed happily as he downed his first glass of the brown liquid, "what is this exactly?" Negan asked watching as she had taken a seat on the opposite end of the couch away from him before she answered his question.

"Deanna's old husband had a old liquor cabinet so i'm guessing something vintage or some shit we found it in Spencer's room but i suppose whiskey is simply whiskey"

y/n reflected back at him while crossing her legs, she stared out the window where the curtains had been pulled back to let in just the right amount of sunshine necessary to light up the room so it wouldn't be as gloomy and dark for them.

"not when it's cheap but times are tough so anything will do these days but i have to admit this don't taste cheap sweet heart"

Negan admitted as he poured himself another round, after he downed it he licked his lips clean and looked at her.

"you've had your drink can you leave me be now" y/n spoke bitterly towards him as she got up from the couch,

"not until your boy toy and that chick gets back with my shit, is that what you call him boy toy or fuck toy?" he blabbed back before giving up on the glass and instead just pressing the glass bottle of liquor against his lips taking a swig of the burning liquid down his throat feeling the aftermath of the sting start to kick in from the liquor.

"i call him Rick that's all" she answered his question sounding uninterested in the games he was trying to play with her

she was tired of looking at his face and that smug ass smile laced on it, tired of looking at the leather jacket he wore that once had her friends blood splattered on it and she was sure as hell tired of looking at the damn bat that now sat between his legs.

because it was the same bat he used to bash in her friends heads the same bat that she had taunted her and the rest of her group with, the same bat that had smeared blood on her face because she refused to look at it that night when he ordered her.

she gulped looking down at it, Negan chuckled as he could catch her glance at the piece of wood, "is Lucille bothering you because i can promise you she isn't quite thirsty right now but if they come back with nothing she's gonna be damn thirsty for more of your friends"

"please just leave me alone Negan, please that's all i ask of you, you can have that entire bottle of whiskey if it'll get you to stop running your mouth to me hell i'll find you all the damn bottles that you want if it'll keep you away from me"

she spoke trying to hide the fire she could feel her body emitting, she could feel the anger every time she looked at him and it was starting to grow so much she wasn't sure she would be able to hold back from simply killing him but she knew that would be a foolish idea.

that killing him would reek a havoc on the people of Alexandria.

she slipped into her and Rick's bedroom sinking into the bed as she could hear the sound of his men outside, and well she could see partially some of them through the shadow of their figures through the light cream colored curtains covering the window.

she picked up the comic book that rested on the night stand next to the bed, her and Carl had a thing for comic books often swapping whenever they finished one, she ran her fingers over the cover before she set it back down onto the wooden night stand with a sigh.

she prayed that Rick would be back soon, and she prayed that if he did come back he'd bring something Negan wanted or else she knew that surely there was gonna be a blood bath in Alexandria.

-

it had been a week since Rick came home, and that meant she had spent a week living with a cruel man, it was hard keeping Carl out of the house away from his sister but she knew it would prevent him from pulling anything stupid when his father was away.

they had come back with two large bottles of rum, a pallet that had been slightly filled with cans of sweet corn and an old jack knife that Negan had let Rick keep himself as a so labeled "trophy" for being such a good scavenger for him.

Once Negan was satisfied with the resources Rick had brought to him he gathered his men and left, but not without making sure to take a look at the women who was soaking into her bed from the ability of not being able to look him in the face anymore.

Rick could tell that she had lost her mind spending the past seven days with him, that she was truly going crazy with the taunting and the comments and well the fact she felt so guilty for just simply trying to protect Carl from doing something stupid.

Rick pulled her into him so he could rub her hands and plant kisses onto the back of her neck and her shoulder blades feeling her shudder and slightly tremble at the needed contact.

"is he gone? i can't stand to look at him anymore"

she admitted feeling as he intertwined one of his hands with hers rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb,

"he's gone for now at least i'll make sure to take you out for scavenging next week to see if we can bring anything back for us"

Rick peppered kisses on her back trying to settle her as he knew that the true real life fact was that Negan could come back any day or any time he pleased and he could tell that it was starting to severely upset her, he knew that she hated him for what he did and in all truth Rick couldn't stop thinking about killing the man himself.

He knew that no matter what he did or no matter if he killed or defeated Negan nothing would ever be the same he had already tried that and it cost him two of his men, two of his innocent men.

"i want to kill him Rick i have to kill him i need to" she spoke with a sudden change of tone starting to lace and bite back at her.

she squeezed his hand, "but i can't put anyone else in danger, because i can't lose anyone else and i already know he has Carl on his list and i won't do that to you"

he shushed her softly again to calm her down from the amped-up ramble that she had been starting to spew out again

"and we won't lose him if we follow the plan we have, just a few more days and we can follow out the plan and see how it goes for us but i just know we have to try and fight our way out of this"

Rick was almost all jittered up from the thought of taking Negan down, the thought of taking him down so no one else they loved or cared about could ever be hurt again from him.

"then we'll find a way to kill him together without getting us killed and we'll find a way to take down his men with him"

[ironanddust]

CAPÍTULO 6 — Rain on Steel

(Rick’s POV)

O tempo passou com a lentidão cruel dos dias que carregam silêncio entre palavras não ditas.

Desde aquela última noite, desde a discussão, desde o tom rouco de Negan cuspindo mágoa com controle cirúrgico, tudo em mim parecia suspenso, como um cigarro esquecido no cinzeiro ainda queimando lentamente, sem pressa de apagar.

Ele não me procurou. E eu também não procurei. Mas quase todos os dias, em algum momento entre o nascer do sol e o som abafado dos passos no corredor da delegacia, meus olhos percorriam sem querer o horizonte. Às vezes pegava caminhos mais longos, às vezes desviava do previsto. Só pra passar em frente à Sanctuary Motors. Só pra ver se ele estava lá. E ele sempre estava, sujo de graxa, sujo de mundo, limpo demais de mim.

Negan tinha virado ausência. Uma ausência barulhenta.

A viatura continuava dando problema, como se o próprio carro soubesse o que nos conectava. Mas, depois da última briga, Negan recusou qualquer serviço que envolvesse diretamente o meu nome. Quando eu mandava recado, ele fingia que não escutava, quando o carro era levado por outro policial, ele aceitava, fazia o reparo, enviava de volta, mas nunca com uma mensagem, nunca com uma nota. Nem mesmo um recibo assinado. 

Eu merecia. Talvez. 

Mas aquilo me corroía mais do que eu admitia. Até que o caso surgiu.

Uma caminhonete azul foi encontrada abandonada no limite sul da cidade, na borda do matagal onde o asfalto vira pó. O cheiro foi o primeiro alerta. Depois, o que vimos dentro da carroceria: um corpo jogado entre lonas plásticas e panos sujos. Nenhuma identificação, nada nos bolsos. Apenas vestígios de ferrugem sob as unhas, marcas no braço, graxa escura nas solas do tênis. E a única pista: o veículo havia passado dias antes na oficina de Negan para troca de óleo.

Eu li o registro uma, duas vezes. O nome da oficina, carimbado com tinta quase desbotada, me deu um calafrio estranho. Não era só o nome, era o retorno de algo que eu estava tentando enterrar com o tempo. Fiquei parado por minutos com o papel nas mãos, depois me levantei. O caminho até a Sanctuary foi mais longo do que o habitual e mais curto do que eu desejava.

A oficina estava aberta, como sempre. Portas metálicas erguidas, um rádio velho chiando uma música sem melodia definida, e o cheiro conhecido de óleo, poeira, e umidade. Ele estava de costas, abaixado sob o capô de um carro escuro, suado, com a camisa colada nas costas e sozinho, pela primeira vez estavamos sozinho em seu território, mas não me viu, ou fingiu não ver.

— Negan. —  Minha voz saiu mais firme do que minha vontade. E nada.  — Preciso falar com você. —  Ele não levantou. Apenas deixou o silêncio crescer. Mais uns segundos e puxou o pano do bolso, limpando as mãos devagar, como se o gesto fosse um ritual e quando se virou, seus olhos eram puro aço.

— Tem alguém morto, é isso? —  Direto. Sem rodeios. Ele sabia.

— Sim. —  respondi, tentando não ceder ao peso daquele olhar.  — E o veículo passou por aqui. Precisamos conversar. —

— "Precisamos". —  ele repetiu, o gosto da palavra escorrendo com ironia. — Agora você fala "precisamos"? —

— Isso é uma investigação. —  reforcei.  — Eu sou o xerife. —

Ele se aproximou, andando devagar, o olhar cravado no meu como um aviso e quando parou, ficou a poucos centímetros. O calor do ambiente parecia se dobrar ao redor dele.

— Então seja xerife. Faça o que precisa. Me interroga, me revira, me acusa. Mas não vem aqui fingir que ainda tem direito de entrar nesse lugar como se fosse bem-vindo. —

Aquilo doeu e talvez porque fosse verdade. — Eu nunca te acusei de nada. —

— Não precisou. Sua ausência fez isso por você. — Ficamos em silêncio. Um trovão retumbou ao longe. O cheiro de chuva se aproximava como prenúncio.

Negan voltou a andar, como se já tivesse encerrado o diálogo. Pegou uma caixa de ferramentas, passou por mim e sumiu na parte dos fundos. Não me mandou embora, mas também não me impediu de ficar.

E eu fiquei.

A chuva caiu de repente, forte, molhando o chão de terra em segundos. Os pneus dos carros no pátio afundavam devagar, formando marcas. A camisa dele grudava no corpo como segunda pele quando voltou, e pela primeira vez em semanas, nossos olhos se cruzaram com algo além da raiva.

Era desejo, frustração, medo. Era tudo o que a gente evitava nomear.

— Vai embora, Rick. —  ele disse, sem elevar a voz. — Eu não vim aqui por mim. — Na verdade eu nem sabia se isso era verdade.— Não minta pra mim. Nem pra você. — ele continuava a responder com calma e frieza.

Fechei os olhos por um instante. A água escorria pelo telhado, batendo em ritmos irregulares e eu ainda estava ali, parado, sujo de dúvidas, mais molhado por dentro do que por fora.

E pela primeira vez em muito tempo, eu não sabia o que fazer a seguir.

— Eu só quero entender o que está acontecendo. — soltei, tentando encontrar alguma firmeza na voz. — Com o caso. Com você. Comigo. —

— Esse é o problema. — ele rebateu, enfim se aproximando mais. — Você quer entender, mas não quer sentir. Quer encaixar tudo na lógica de xerife, na moral do seu mundinho limpo. Mas isso aqui... — ele apontou entre nós dois — isso aqui nunca foi limpo. —

— Eu não tô aqui pra negar o que aconteceu. — Mas negou. Por semanas. — O tom dele se elevou, ainda controlado, mas afiado. — Fingiu que não existiu. Que eu não existia. Que aquele toque foi só um erro de cálculo. —

— Eu não sei lidar com isso, Negan. — E você acha que eu sei? — O trovão trovejou mais perto agora. O chão sob nossos pés parecia vibrar. Eu já não sabia mais se estava ali como policial, como homem... ou como o garoto perdido que ainda morava em algum lugar dentro de mim.

— Eu não queria te machucar. — Eu falava com sinceridade.— E machucou mesmo assim.— Você acha que isso é fácil pra mim? Que eu tô jogando? Que tudo isso é um jogo? — Não é um jogo. — ele disse, mais baixo, mas com mais raiva. — É a minha vida. E eu não sou teu experimento emocional. —

— Então me diz o que fazer.— Não sou eu quem tem que dizer, Rick. É você quem tem que decidir se vai continuar fugindo ou se vai finalmente parar de mentir pra si mesmo.

Havia algo nos olhos dele, algo entre frustração e dor, entre desejo e defesa. Eu dei um passo. Ele não recuou. O som da chuva agora batia nos carros do pátio como uma marcha crescente. Nossas roupas estavam coladas à pele, nossos pés sujos de lama.

O ar entre nós ficou denso. Quente. A respiração dele batia na minha boca. A minha encostava no queixo dele. Se eu estendesse a mão, tocaria seu rosto. Se ele se inclinasse um centímetro, nossos narizes se encostariam.

Mas ninguém se moveu.

— Eu não sou um caso, Rick. — ele disse, a voz falhando só no final. — E você não é só o xerife. Mas se continuar fingindo que é, eu prometo... eu prometo que da próxima vez, eu não vou nem abrir essa porta. —

Ficamos ali. Quase nos tocando. Quase dizendo. E então ele se virou. Sem pressa. Sem mais palavras.

Eu fiquei.

Na chuva. No silêncio.

[dixonsrose]

HELLO GORGEOUS!! Questions for today:

Will Elodie have a Love interest- and when yes who? Cady? Lydia? Ron? Henry?

What does Elodie think about Cady? Are they gonna be bestfriends?

Will Elodie Forgive Negan after some time after the Timeskip? I personally think she dosn't, but she sees why he did it(?)

Would Elodie like Sybilla? I think their Dynamic would be very interesting (to read).

I think in another Univers Elodie,Daryl and Sybilla are a Family. Elodie don't even need to be their own Child, (idk Sybilla gives not the Vibes like she wants to birth children, she's giving feminism TT)but maby adopted, cuz Elodie never realy escapes her Mother and Jamie(this all sounds like i just escaped a hospital, i hope it makes sense)

Also WHEN ARE YOU FEEDING US THE MAX MAYFIELD FF U WERE TALKING ABOUT(no stress i'm just kidding)

and one last Question: Do you wanna be mutuals? I know it's weird but you've realy grown on me, but i will Respect if your answer is no!!

GOODNIGHT SLEEP WELL ARGHH

HIII!!!

honestly, the jury’s still out! it’s definitely not gonna be cady, ron, or henry — cady and henry are in the friend zone (forever and ever), and she’s not exactly ron's biggest fan lol. and lydia’s off the table too, mostly because by the time she shows up, elodie’s like 18 or 19 or even older, and the age difference feels kinda icky. maybe she won’t even have a love interest at all?? who knows! if she does, it’ll probably be an OC :).

at first, elodie feels very overwhelmed by cady, mainly because cady absolutely adores elodie right away. she’s got all these big best-friend plans and wants to do a bunch of stuff elodie’s never even thought about doing before (some of it fun, some of it a little chaotic) and elodie’s just standing there like uhh do i like this?? do i not??? WHATDOIDO??? so she's not totally sure how she feels about it at first, but they become the absolute bestest of best friends in no time!!

ehhhhh... no. you thought right! she does recognise that he’s trying to be a better man, and maybe on some level, she respects that. but the truth is, she’s just been through way too much because of him. every time she looks at him, she’s right back at the sanctuary. she sees glenn and abraham on the ground, and so many other moments that are too painful (and too spoilery) to even list. so no, she never forgives negan. she knows he’s trying, but that doesn’t erase what he did. it's a little complicated.

elodie would absolutely love sybilla, i think. i will explain more in my answer to your next question :p.

sybilla would definitely not want her own children, but if there’s a sad, lonely kid out there, she’ll snap up the chance to care for them in a heartbeat. when the outbreak hits, before she finds daryl again, she actually ends up looking after two kiddos for a bit — so i’m pretty sure she, daryl and elodie would make the cutest little family ever. elodie would get spoiled rotten.

VERY GOOD QUESTION!!! i was actually thinking about juliette a lot today :,). she’s definitely gonna get published, no doubt — i just haven’t nailed down when yet, since i’ve got a bunch of other new fic ideas swirling around in my busy brain. but once i really lock down her story, trust !!!!!, she’ll be ready and waiting for you to dive into!!

yes yes yes of course!!!! i actually meant to follow you back lol i just kept forgetting to do so (horrible of me, i know — i do this all the time, not proud of it either…) consider this my official apology and i will go follow you rn!!!