Uncle Negan : Part Eight
This chapter is literally filler to get to the chapter i’ve been waiting for this whole series
master list
negan imagine / negan x you / negan x reader
warnings : language
“Wakey, wakey.”
You felt a hand slide across your stomach, stubble skimming the crook of your neck making you almost instantly jump out of the bed. You stumbled across the floor for a moment before tightening your robe and crossing to the crib.
“Damn, was my morning breath that fucking bad?” He propped himself on his elbow, eyeing you from across the room. You turned to him slightly shaking your head, lingering on the other side of the room. Another week had past since your outburst from the Daryl interaction, so you had been laying low and obeying to everything as much as you could, Negan’s message resonating throughout your head. “You owe me.” What did you owe him? Was this just another one of his games? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to make a bad situation worse.
“My leg was asleep, your breath was fine.”
“Aren’t you just the sweetest,” He snickered as he turned his back to you, sitting on the edge of the bed while he slid on his pants. “You know what I think? I think it’s time for us to go on a little fucking family vacation.”
“Vacation?”
He pulled a tight, white shirt over his head and trudged towards you. “Oh excuse me, I must’ve said that shit in French by accident. Let me try again.”
You sighed looking up from Mary, meeting eyes with him. “Where did you have in mind.”
“Well I happen to have this time share out in the country, fucking incredible. I think you and your little shit-sack would love it,” he leaned into you, “money back guaranteed.”
“I’d like to get out of this robe first.”
“By all means, I’m not fucking stopping you.”
You stood your ground, placing a hand on the crib. “Then I’ll meet you outside.”
He licked his bottom lip before lightly biting it, squinting his eyes with a look that still created a crater in your stomach. “Put on something pretty. First impressions in a new place make a shit storm of a difference.” He scooped up Mary in one hand and Lucille in the other, exiting the room.
“I don’t have anyt-”
“There’s a dress in the closet, use your fucking eyes.” He yelled from halfway down the hall.
Opening the closet, you seized the dress from the hanger. Wanna play fucking house? You thought to yourself, Let’s play fucking house.
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“Is this really necessary?” You sat in the front seat of the pick-up, Mary in hand, a blindfold secured firmly over your eyes.
“What, you aren’t into the kinky shit?” He laughed over the creaks of the truck racing over the bumpy pavement. “This makes it more exciting. Can’t make the wish before you blow out the fucking candles, huh? Unless you’re wishing to blow something else-”
“Are we almost there? Mary needs to be changed.”
“She times her shits perfectly, doesn’t she. You heard him turn the truck off and put it in park before opening his door and hopping onto the road, wherever this road was. Lightly bouncing Mary, you waited for his next set of instructions. You heard the passenger door open before his gloved hand rested on your shoulder. Stretching out your hand, you started to blindly scoot to the edge of the seat as he received your message, taking your hand and helping you and Mary down.
“You ready?”
“Ready to get this blindfold off.”
He clasped his claw around your arm and started leading you forward. You felt his whispers tickle your ear.
“Let’s build up the suspense a bit, eh? Get that good old element of fucking surprise going. I spy with my little fucking eye, something square. ”
“Are you kiddin-”
“I spy with my little eye, where we’ll be having dinner tonight.” he proceeded to walk you forward, whispering clues in your ear, refusing to remove the blindfold. “And I spy with my little eye the husband who’s going to fucking make it for us.” You froze, your heart clawing at your throat. He jerked you forward, becoming more aggressive with his movements and murmurs. “I spy with my little eye something that starts with the letter, ‘A’...” In one swift motion he removed your blindfold leaving you face to face, feet away from Rick. “....Alexandria.”
OKAY SO THIS NEXT CHAPTER IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO GET TO THE PAST TWO CHAPTERS. NOW THAT WE’RE HERE, I CAN FINALLY OPEN NEGAN’S FLOOD GATES AND SHIT IS GOING TO GET SO FUCKING REAL. COMING OUT ON FRIDAY!!!
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