Request: Can you do a hc of the reading being Negans daughter, she's like 18 or 20, and her and Simon are fooling around with each other, with a lil smut if that's okay, thank youuu
Being Negan’s daughter had its pros and cons.
One perk was that you could have pretty much whatever you wanted.
Like, you could literally ask Negan for anything and he’d send a dozen of his men to go get it for you.
You had your dad wrapped around your finger, and Negan would do absolutely anything to keep you happy.
However, the cons tended to outweigh the pros.
Negan was a very overprotective dad.
The current apocalypse had only doubled that problem.
He rarely let you go anywhere outside of The Sanctuary.
If Negan didn’t have his eyes on you or know exactly where you were, then you weren’t safe enough.
So, yeah, being Negan’s kid could be madly frustrating.
Negan’s helicopter parenting was the root of most of your fights.
You could understand if you were still a little kid who didn’t have any real understanding of the situation you were in.
But the fact was that you had grown up into a wonderful woman who didn’t need to be watched 24/7.
But in Negan’s eyes, you’d always be his little girl who needed her dad around to keep her safe.
Little did Negan know that his overprotectiveness is what landed you with Simon.
Negan constantly had problems with some of his men trying to flirt with you.
A few of them had been disposed of due to their advances.
Negan was always afraid that someone would try to make a move on you when he wasn’t around.
So, Negan often used Simon to keep an eye on you when Negan couldn’t be around.
You hated it at first, because it was one thing for your dad to be hovering over you all the time.
But when he used someone ELSE to do it?
It was kind of embarrassing.
At first, it consisted of Simon constantly having to hunt you down around The Sanctuary because you would do anything and everything to get away from him.
You felt like you were being suffocated all the time, never being able to do what you wanted to.
And you and Simon would fight literally every day.
“I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” You’d tell him.
“I’m not exactly thrilled about chasing after you all the time either, sweetheart.” He’d reply.
Eventually, though, you gave in.
You’d just follow Simon around on days where he was assigned to you.
And much to your surprise, the two of you actually began to get along.
You began to learn many life skills and things you never could’ve learned on your own.
Simon wasn’t one for silence, so when he was doing something, he’d talk you through it.
“If you run the blade through more slowly, then it won’t get dull as fast.” He said as he showed you how he was sharpening his knife.
“I usually organize inventory from least to most important. The more important stuff is always on the right side.” He told you as he was stocking one of the storage closets.
Soon enough, you knew all the ins and outs of The Sanctuary.
And you and Simon had become super close.
Like, really close.
The two of you suddenly were hanging out even if Negan didn’t tell you to.
If Simon was doing something around camp, then you were without a doubt there too.
Negan never once thought that Simon was beginning to get sweet on you.
To him, it was just double security for keeping you safe.
It didn’t take long for your friendship with Simon to turn romantic.
The flirting was mutual, and it was blatantly obvious.
Simon would admit that he felt a little bad about it at first.
You were extremely young, only being in your early 20s.
But you reminded him (verbally and not) time and time again that you were capable of making your own decisions.
But neither of you dared to let Negan know where your friendship was headed.
Or anyone else for that matter.
You were sneaking around together and avoiding being caught by anyone.
Which mean a lot of secrecy and flying under the radar.
Your talks became longer and more personal.
Suddenly, you were holding hands if no one was around.
Lots of making out in the courtyard late at night and in empty rooms that weren’t used.
Your sex life was super thrilling and very careful.
It seemed that sex took place in all the places that it traditionally shouldn’t.
Storage closets.
The backseat of a vehicle.
Negan’s conference room.
Your “date nights” had to be around The Sanctuary...or until:
“Hey, [Y/N]. I’m heading out on a run. Want to come with?”
You hesitated with a response, because that was Negan’s number one rule when it came to you.
You weren’t allowed to leave The Sanctuary for any reason.
It was a stupid rule, but somehow it was the only one that you followed obediently.
“I’m not allowed to...” You sheepishly told him.
Simon rolled his eyes, taking you by the hand.
“We won’t be long. Come on.”
Before you could protest further, you were in the passenger seat, and Simon was driving you somewhere.
You were like a little kid seeing the world for the first time, your face practically pressed against the glass of the window as you looked at the world passing by as you drove.
You had forgotten what things looked like beyond The Sanctuary, and Simon was living for your excitement.
“Has it really been this long since you’ve left?”
You nodded, explaining that Negan was a bubble wrap parent who didn’t let you do much of anything.
It didn’t take you long to figure out that Simon wasn’t going on a run, but taking you out on an escapeful joyride to get you out of The Sanctuary for a few hours.
Simon was risking his neck just so you could have a few hours of thrill.
If Negan found out that you had left The Sanctuary with Simon, then you’d both be screwed.
But you were too crazy about each other to care about getting caught.
You were both interested in seeing where this relationship would take you.
And it was inevitable that you’d get caught or that Negan would eventually put the pieces together.
He infuriated you. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and push your buttons he certainly did. It was almost like he went out of his way to mess with you. As if he had nothing else on his schedule except pestering you. He was extremely persistent, you’d give him that.
It seemed like you saw him more than anybody else at the Sanctuary. You didn’t even see Negan as much as you saw Simon. Maybe it was because the Sanctuary wasn’t THAT big or because Simon often sought you out. Either way, you had your fair share of encounters with him.
You fought all the time. Like, literally all the time. If you were in a room together, everyone would be sure to get a good view. Odd were, the two of you would start going at it at some point or another. The anger was always one sided. Simon never lost his patience with you, because he knew he was almost always the instigator of your fights. His amusement just made you angrier, and he fed off of it.
It had gotten so bad that Negan refused to allow the two of you to do anything together if there wasn’t a third party involved. That didn’t stop Simon from going out of his way to hassle you.
You grimaced at the sound of whistling and heavy footsteps coming from down the hall. Oh, great. The man of the hour. You prepared yourself for his usual shenanigans, offering a very brief glance when he poked his head into the supply closet you were currently in.
“Mornin’, sweetheart.” He grinned proudly.
Did he really have to call you that? How aggravating.
“Hey, Simon.” You returned a rather unenthusiastic greeting.
His eyes were fixed on you as your attention remained on counting the unloaded boxes in front of you. Negan had put you on inventory duty for the day, meaning you’d be bopping around the Sanctuary’s supply closets counting resources from the run from the previous day. You could feel his gaze on you, the wheels in his head were evidently turning. He was probably figuring out a new way to get on your nerves.
“Do you need something?” You asked, tone full of irritation.
You still weren’t looking at him, trying to keep your cool. A smile was still smacked on his face, his expression not changing.
“Is it such a crime just to pop in and say hi to my favorite savior?” He asked, pretending to be offended.
You scoffed at that. His “favorite savior? Oh, please. What a charmer he thought he was.
“It is when I’m clearly busy.” You said, referring to the mounds of stuff you had yet to count.
“I’d hardly call counting boxes as busy.” He countered back.
You sighed heavily in annoyance. He just wanted attention. Your attention. That’s all he ever wanted was for you to acknowledge him whenever he was in your presence. Even if it could be rather annoying, you were the tiniest bit flattered. No one had ever gone after your validation as much as he did. You didn’t want him to feel like he had something to prove to you, because he didn’t. No one did. You just wished he’d pick a more pleasant approach.
“Well, I just do as I’m told and this is what I was told to do,” You smarted off, finally turning to look at him; “Do you have a problem with that?”
He took a step into the small closet. His smirk was gone, but his tone was just as playful as ever.
“Woah, darlin’. Why the bad attitude?” He asked, obviously knowing he was bugging you.
You tossed your head back in exasperation. It was evident that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. You turned completely to face him, not realizing that he had been standing right behind you. You abruptly collided into him, your chest firm against him. You looked up into his eyes, your face growing hot. Had he always been that handsome? Your hard pause and stare told him everything he needed to know. You had a thing for him.
He knew it was mutual.
You cleared your throat awkwardly, but made no effort to back away from him. You meant for your words to come out as demanding, but instead they escaped as a desperate whisper.
“If you want to stick around, then make yourself useful and start counting.”
He beamed at the invitation. You hadn’t actually ever offered your time to him. This was a step in the right direction in his eyes. Taking a leap of faith, his hands rested on your sides and gripped to keep you close.
“You sure that’s all you wanna do?” He asked lowly.
Before you knew it, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you. It wasn’t a gentle, experimental kiss. It was a deep, calculated, and passionate kiss that you could tell had been long awaited. The man that you thought you hated so much had you weak in the knees and barely processing any of the thoughts crossing your mind. Had you really been misinterpreting your feelings all along?
You pulled away first, heart suddenly caught in your throat as you felt yourself begin to panic. You unattached yourself from him and made a rash decision to get out before you had time to do anything else.
“I, uh...I’ve got to go.” You said at a more normal volume.
You dashed out of the closet and back to the other side of the Sanctuary. You left him behind, feeling disappointed that his pledge for how he felt about you didn't go as he had hoped. For the first time, he felt afraid that maybe he had scared you off.
That was the last thing he wanted to do.
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The days following the fateful make out session in the supply closet were tense and weird. You refused to look at him when you passed him in the hall and he didn’t speak to you for fear of freaking you out. Everyone around seemed to notice too. Suddenly, Simon wasn’t trying to get you riled up and you weren’t yelling at him to give it a rest. Your interactions were now stoic and silent. You were beginning to prefer the way it was before. At least then he was actually talking to you.
Oddly enough, the person who felt they were most affected was Negan. Negan despised silence, unless it meant everyone was listening to him. Even he would admit that the arguments the two of you had often gave him a headache, but he realized that he would rather down a couple aspirin after every meeting than have to stew in the tension that radiated off of the both of you now.
It took about an hour or so, but Negan was able to squeeze it out of Simon as to what exactly went down to where things had changed so drastically. Negan was pleased that Simon had gotten his act together and made a move, but he needed this to be resolved now. Because he just couldn’t take it anymore.
So that’s how you and Simon ended up in a room together. Alone. To most people, this was a disaster waiting to happen. Either he’d sweep you off your feet or you’d finally kill him.
You sat at the table and he leaned against the wall, neither of you were brave enough to speak first. The silence was painfully loud, it was like a ringing in your ears. It was just a matter of who would crack under pressure first. It sure wasn’t going to be you. So he caved.
“Listen, [Y/N], about the other day...” He spoke gravelly; “I didn’t mean to cross any lines or freak you out.”
Your cheeks burned, your glance was committed to one area of the table. You weren’t looking at him yet.
“I just don’t think we could go back to the way we were after that.” You admitted.
Simon shrugged, beginning to warm up to this conversation that needed to be had.
“Is that really what you want?” He questioned.
“Yes.” You lied, but thought you were being truthful.
He felt gutted. Ouch. That was a blow to the chest. He could tell that you weren’t confident in your answer, though. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he was sure that you knew what you wanted. He took the seat next to you.
“So you’re telling me that the way you looked at me that day meant nothing? The way you kissed back just as much as I did wasn’t important?” He interrogated.
He had worked hard to build a connection before he made a move on you. He wanted to be absolutely sure that you didn’t want this. It would hurt him if you didn’t, but at least he would know it was honest.
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I'm saying.” You said in an overly defensive growl.
You still hadn't looked at him, and he wasn’t convinced. There was something you weren’t saying.
“Look at me then. Look at me and tell me you don't want this,” He said more sternly than you’d ever heard him; “If you don't want me then say the word. I’ll walk away and never bring it up again.”
You looked at him immediately, ready to deny him once more, but couldn’t. The words didn’t come. Why was it so hard to say no to this? He bothered you something awful. He annoyed you and he drove you absolutely crazy to a point of madness. And you loved it.
“I can’t say it,” You spoke gently; “I can’t say it, because...I know it wouldn’t be true.”
And there it was. The real confession. He knew you hadn't admitted it to yourself. It was strange how we deny things to ourselves.
“It’s pretty obvious that we have something going. I’m crazy about you and I don’t want us to miss this chance,” He continued; “We don't have to jump right into it. I mean we could-”
In a shocking turn of events, you kissed him. Just as you had kissed a few short days ago. He smirked underneath your lips. Hook, line, and sinker. Turns out his inkling was right. And boy did he love it when he was right.
“I think we can jump right into it. We’re past the introduction stage.” You grinned.
He smiled back, throwing a wink before kissing you again.
A/N - So, headcanons aren’t really my thing, but I try to have at least one set for all characters I write. These are just general HCs about anything under the sun. If you want to play a game, try and guess which one of these I’m currently making into a fic ;)
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Simon is an absolute sweetheart to you
From the day he met you, he knew you were the one.
You are his world and he couldn’t imagine life without you.
Because of this, he can be really protective.
If another savior tries to make a pass at you, he chews them out immediately.
Seriously, he lets them have it and makes their life a living hell until he’s scared them off.
It annoys you sometimes, because you can definitely fend for yourself.
However, it always gives him a little more passion the next time the two of you have sex.
Speaking of...
That man’s sex drive is SO high.
He doesn’t care where or how, but when he wants you: he WANTS you.
Seriously, the kitchen, the stairwell, the infirmary, ANYWHERE.
Of course, he prefers when it’s in the complete privacy of your room so he can really take his time with you.
He knows just the right things to do and say to make you melt in his hands.
He’s not shy when it comes to PDA.
He will kiss you, hold you, grab your hand, etc. no matter who is around.
Honestly, if you weren’t more modest than him, he’d make out with you absolutely anywhere.
As much as he enjoys letting everyone know you’re his, there are things he keeps private and would never tell anyone.
Like how much he likes it when you play with his hair.
Or if you have any, he’ll use just enough of your lotion on his wrist so he’ll smell like you.
Or how he enjoys listening to you explain the plot of some cheesy romantic comedy you saw many years ago.
There were always things he wanted to keep to himself, because you were so precious to him that he never wanted to completely show you off.
You’re his biggest motivation.
When he’s on a run and things get dangerous or dicey, he’s 100% thinking about how he’s going to do everything he can to make it back home to you at the end of the day.
No way in hell he’s going to leave you behind if he can help it.
Like any couple, you have your disagreements.
Things get heated and you say things out of anger and frustration.
Your fights usually don’t last too long.
He could never stay mad at you.
Since he’s the instigator most of the time, he normally apologizes first.
He’ll smoothly run his hands up your arms and kiss your shoulder.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to get upset with you.”
You’ll try to give him the silent treatment by sighing or giving a hum.
But he’ll eventually get through to you.
And he’ll show you how sorry he is.
He always tries to bring you something back from a run.
Whether it’s something small or big.
A personal favorite of yours was a copy of Pride and Prejudice that he found and brought back to you.
It was rare, but he lived for when the two of you got to go on runs together.
A couple of days alone with you out in the middle of nowhere?
That was his idea of paradise.
One time, he brought blankets and pillows along and had set them up in the back of the truck.
The two of you star gazed and laid there all night in each other’s company.
It was still one of his favorite moments with you.
That was the night when he realized just how much he cared about you.
That was the first time he ever told you that he loved you.
To which you blushed and returned the endearment.
From then on, he told you every chance he had.
His absolute favorite time with you is bedtime.
Being able to hold you in the comfort of your bed and leave all his stress from the day at the door.
That’s when he feels he can really connect with you.
When you’re both at your most vulnerable and comfortable.
He’d never tell you this, but he makes sure to be the one to get in the last word before one of you falls asleep.
Not every day was a guarantee. So he always wanted to be sure that at the end of the day, you knew how much he cared.
Nothing could ever change the way he felt about you.
