#simon's thirst squad

[superprincesspea]

The Walking Dead Masterlist

Negan

Simon

Daryl

Dwight

Rick

Everyone Else (Arat, Merle, Ezekeil, Aaron/Eric)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan (characters)

[collette04]

Damn....

[tie-dye-smiles]

Risk ➸ Simon X Reader: Chapter 1

Paring: Simon/You

Summary: You’ve been knocked out for a couple days due to a pervious Walker situation. You end up wakening unaware of your surroundings nor remembering the events from before. You find yourself in The Sanctuary, faced with unfamiliar people that you soon become aquatinted with, including someone named Simon who looks after you.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a Simon fanfic and I’m excited to give it a shot. There is more written, but I would like you guy’s opinions/criticism on the first chapter. Please let me know if y’all want more or if I should change something. 

Word count: 989

Next Chapters: Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Chapter 1: Rise

You lay on a cement floor, its cold texture sending chills through your arms and legs. Hearing the sound of echoing clinks and clanks stopping dead in their tracks caused you to wince. Your vision was blurred at first, but  cleared enough to see the pair of black leather boots standing before you. A faint gasp escaped your lips as you haltingly look up to lock eyes with the man who glared deeply at you; an amusing expression to form his features. “Well, look who decided to finally wake up.” he spoke.

A pause of silence filled the vacant room, allowing you to shift positions and sit up, now leaning your back against the wall from behind. Still keeping eye contact, you manage to break away from his elongated stare and study his appearance, noticing that he is wearing: a leather jacket to match the boots, red scarf, and a single black glove on one hand. He also showed: grayish stubble which nearly formed a beard, brown hair and irises, and a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire resting in his left palm.

“I’m Negan,” the man smiled with a shit-eating grin. “I’m the boss of things around here…Welcome to The Sanctuary.” He lifted the bat and whirled his arm around in a presenting manner. “What’s your name darling?” Negan questioned, but you remained quiet. “What’s wrong? Cat gotcher’ tongue?” He inched closer to your face, feeling your stomach churn in a result of untrustworthiness.

“Y/N…” you spoke, voice sounding weary and dry from lack of fluids.

“Ah, so your throat box does work!” he laughed.

In response you glanced up at him, then the ground. There wasn’t too much more to stare at considering the extremely small room the two of you occupied. Dull walls which replicated the same color of the concrete flooring; it all seemed to be a shade of filthy dish water gray. Only light source being a dimmed bulb hanging from the ceiling, looming above Negan’s head.

“Alright. Time to get your ass up.” His right hand reached out to you—unsure of what was going on or what this stranger may do to you. You hesitantly grasped it, feeling the glove graze your skin as he pulled you from the ground.

“H-how did I get here?” you stutter while finding your balance.

“I’ll explain later. At the moment you need to eat, then make a big decision that’ll change your future.”

You gulped in fear at his words; not knowing what he meant by ’change your future’. You were starting to gather thoughts of: How did I actually end up here? How long have I been out cold? What is this place? How many people dwell here? Is Negan to be trusted? Where was he taking me? What will change my future? Most importantly, why can’t I remember anything before I woke up?

Those endless questions boggled in your brain, leaving you wondering in such a deep trance that you didn’t even hear what Negan said prior, as he snapped his fingers in your face, asking if you’d hurry up. Immediately doing as you’re told, you follow close behind the leader, obviously understanding a fight would be no match for you lacked strength nor inherited a weapon. Both of you stepped out into the corridor, complementing the room with its familiar, dull, colorless atmosphere.

Along the journey to who-knows-where, Negan managed to explain more information about this place called, ’The Sanctuary’, and how his people go by the ’Saviors’. Also not to mention the baseball bat indeed has a name: Lucille. You listened carefully to what he had to say, plus taking cautious notes of your surroundings and studying the features of passing Saviors, who seemed to always shoot you a menacing glare.

***

“Here we are!” Negan proclaimed.

The two of you entered a kitchen where numerous fruits and vegetables awaited. Eyes widening, you longed to just snag an apple and scarf it down as quickly as you could. Instead, you patiently stood beside the boss-man, watching what his next intentions would be.

“I want you to take it easy for a second darling—Breathe—I notice how tense you are right now. No one is gonna hurt-cha.” He smirked placing an arm around your shoulder, still perceiving the nourishment’s laying beneath you. “Eat for now…My right-hand-man, Simon, will be here shortly to escort you to your new living chamber and also stop by Dr. Carson’s office since you’re up and walking.” Negan moved forward to face you. “Meet me in my room later today so we can discuss things.” You nod your head. “Good, I’ve gotta go. I’m a busy busy man. I’ll see ya’ in a bit, darlin’.” he asserted; a whistle melody spewing from his mouth when exiting the canteen.

Soon Negan had left you be. Inhaling sharply, you grabbed a piece of fruit from a semi-torn basket, and started to graze. It felt so nice to have your belly being filled after such a long time. You then hoped  to clear your head from this odd awakening of not remembering a thing or your encounter with the leader of the Saviors. You remained to rummage through different baskets and drink sips of water; acting like you belonged there. Everything felt at peace while you were alone and as workers busily kept to themselves in the background, until a voice called your name that wasn’t Negan’s.

Turning around you spot a man only a few yards away, striding in your direction. He wore: a khaki shirt and pants with dark-colored boots. His black receding hairline and thick mustache to correlate. The stranger stood before you, tall frame towering from above, his dark brown eyes staring into yours as a cocky smile etched across his lips. “Hello, I’m Simon,” he said, “I’m here to help you settle in.”

[sherrybaby14]

Simon’s Snowflake

This is for @simons-thirst-squad Advent Calendar 

Prompt: Snowflake

Summary:  You want to be a Savior, but Simon has other plans for you, smut

Warnings: Smut, DUB-CON (A little non-con, but mainly Dub) DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU

Pairing: Simon/reader 

Words: 2500

               BAM! You barely had time to recover before the fist slammed into your eye, sending you down to the mat with a force that made you arch your back and suck in hard for breath.  With coughing gasps you twisted on to your side.  

                “Sorry Snowflake, better luck next time.”  Simon crouched down next to you, through your watery eyes you saw the grin on his face before he rose. “NEXT!”

                You nursed your wounds and your battered ego for the next month, spending your days in the laundry room working at your job and your evenings trying your hardest to train.  Next month you would do better; prove you weren’t a snowflake.  

                The tryouts came faster than you expected, but again you were shoulder to shoulder with the other possible recruits.  

                “So you sad bunch think you have what it takes to be a Savior?” Simon walked in front of your line up.  “If Negan didn’t notice you when you first got here, what makes you think something has changed?”

                You had this speech memorized, sure the words changed but the message was the same: don’t bother, you’re wasting the Sanctuary and Negan’s time.  You’d spent a year trying to get noticed, move up out of the laundry room, but it never worked.  When Negan decided he needed more fighters it was your chance, but for the last six months, you were never chosen and normally ended up concussed from the tryout.

                “Ah, Snowflake decided to show up again.” Simon stopped walking, even though he was so thin his muscular build still made you feel smaller than you were as if he were some sort of lean giant, one that didn’t have an ounce of body fat on him. “When are you ever going to learn?”

                “Don’t call me that.”  You snapped away from thinking about the man’s body.  It was better to keep your mouth shut, but his words always got under your skin.

                “Snowflake?  But that’s what you are.”  He gave a chuckle.  “Who from this sorry lineup should I have take you down this time?  I’m getting tired of watching you melt.”  

                “Why not do it yourself this time?” You gave his chest a shove.  

                There was an audible gasp from the others in the room as Simon fell back a step.  This was a mistake, you knew that, but months of ridicule and loses pushed you to your edge. Maybe you were going to lose again today, but that didn’t mean you would stop trying.  

                “Nah.” Simon smirked as he looked you up and down. “I prefer a fair fight, not interested in taking on something as delicate as you Snowflake.”  

                Without hesitation, you pulled your fist back and threw it at his face.  Your follow through was too strong and you tumbled forward out of the lineup as you hand collided with nothing.  Simon dodged your punch and spun around to face you in the process.  

                “That wasn’t very nice Snow.”  

                With a grunt, you tried to hit him again, but Simon dodged.  You were not about to stop and continued to lunge for the man, but he bobbed up and down like a boxer, avoiding ever punch and kick you tried to deliver.  

                He was trying to wear you out.  It was a classic fighting technique you studied over the last half-year.  Don’t make a move, let your opponent do all the work and then knock them out when they’re done.  It took some calming of your rage, but you stopped your onslaught and froze, fists up, waiting for him to make the move.  Simon’s bouncing stopped and he shook his head.

                “You’re not stupid Snowflake, but even after that little demonstration I’m still not going to throw a punch.”  He crossed his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you get back to the laundry where you’ll be safe little girl?”  

                WHACK!  Your hand had a mind of its own as it reached out and slapped Simon hard across the cheek. The echo rang across the room. You made contact! It wasn’t a punch, but the slap was hard enough his cheek had turned.  

                “Get out.”  Simon turned his head upright.  The playfulness was gone from his eyes, instead, there was an intense anger, that sent a shiver down your spine.

                This was not the place for a witty remark and your smile faded as you started towards the door.  

                “Not you Snowflake.” He grabbed your upper arm and tugged you backward, turning you to face him in the process.  His eyes locked with yours again and this time you knew you’d gone too far. “Everyone else.  GET OUT!”

                You didn’t look, but the sound of feet shuffling told you the room was cleared.  Simon’s gaze burned into yours, you didn’t want to look, but couldn’t help but steal a glance at the handprint forming on his cheek.  

                “You think this is funny?  This is a game?”  His fingers dug harder into your arm. “People die out there every day.  It’s not just the Walkers were fighting, but intelligent enemies with plans.  Mix the two together and it’s deadly.  Is that what you want?  To risk your life every day?”  

                “Better than wasting away in a laundry room.” You tried to twist away, but he pulled you closer.  

                “I thought you would lose interest, but you keep getting better.”  Simon’s other hand came down and grabbed your chin, tilting it up towards him. “I don’t want you to get better.  I want you to stay in the Sanctuary where it is safe.  Do you understand me?”

                “Fuck you!” You shoved at his chest, but the man barely moved an inch.  You through both of your arms to the sides, hitting his in the process and letting yourself out of his grasp. “I’m not a little girl! Or a snowflake that’s going to fall apart the second I hit the ground!  I deserve the chance to help! I deserve the chance to fight!”  

                You let out a low scream and hurled yourself forward, throwing your shoulder into Simon’s stomach. The movement caught Simon off guard and in a second he was sprawled on his back on the mats.   A surge of pride and victory went through your bones, but it was short lived when his hand reached out and grabbed your wrist.  In a moment you were flipped over, on your back pinned to the mats.  His hands were above your head, holding you down in place, but you weren’t sure he needed to hold them as the weight of his body rested on top of you.  

                “You’re right.”  You ignored him and continued to struggle underneath him, trying to buck him off.  

                “CALM DOWN!”  He squeezed your wrist tighter.  

                You struggling stopped and you forced your body to still, giving your brain a second to catch up.  

                “What did you say?”  There was no way you heard him correctly.

                “I said you’re right.”  His eyes danced between yours, trying to get a read.  “You’re not a little girl or a snowflake ready to break.”

                You didn’t see this coming and felt your body relax even more.  Simon’s weight stayed on your core and his grip on your wrists loosened.

                “You’re MY Snowflake.”  He let out a breath.  “A one-in-a-million person, and honey I’m not even sure there are a million people left alive.  I will die before I let you melt away.”  

                “Wha…”  Before you could get the question out Simon’s lips pressed down hard against yours.  

                His actions were so fast there was no time to think or respond.  His mouth parted and your lips did the same as his tongue pressed against yours.  His kiss was surprisingly soft and you found yourself returning it more eagerly than you expected.  Simon was more like a god to you than an actual person, and you never imagined yourself in a situation like this.  It left you clueless how to respond.  

                His body weight lifted up and one of his hands moved to your hip as he tugged your workout pants down along with your panties. The motion brought you back to reality and you let out a noise and tried to break this kiss.  Simon responded with a grunt and pushed harder against your lips, keeping you in place on the mat as your bottom went to your knees.  His hand started to trace up your thigh when you finally tuned your head to the side, getting free from his mouth.  Simon seemed oblivious to your actions and continued kissing your neck.

                “Wait!” You tried to squirm away, but the position kept you pinned. “Too fast.”  

                “It’s been months of teasing.” Simon nibbled your neck as his hand got closer to your core. “Melt for me.”  

                Your leg was pinned under his, making your legs spread.  You brought your hands to his shoulders and tried to shove him back when his fingers came to your folds.  A gasp escaped your lips that quickly turned into a moan as his thumb found your clit and started rubbing in circles, his fingers moved down your slit to your entrance and slid inside you with ease making the moan increase.  

                “See Snowflake?”  He kissed up your neck until his face was in front of yours again. “Already so wet for me.”

                This was wrong.  You didn’t want to be the man’s plaything, you wanted to be a fighter, a Savior.   But his finger started to pump in and out of you and your body and will was coming undone beneath him.    

                “Stop.”  You weren’t sure the word was audible between your panting.  

                If it was, Simon ignored it as his mouth found yours once again.  His lips and tongue were warm as they swirled against yours.  Your brain started to grow cloudy with need and pleasure.  It had been too long since someone had touched you this way, and you didn’t know if anyone as strong as Simon ever had.  

                “That’s it.”  He started peppering your neck with kisses again.  “Melt for me my Snowflake.”  

                He sensed your resolve weakening as much as you did.  Now was the time to stay strong and crawl out from underneath him, you knew that, but then he increased the pressure on your bud and starting curling his finger inside of you.  Instead of screaming for him to get off of you, your hands wrapped around his biceps and squeezed as your panting and moaning increased.  

                Simon’s tongue darted out and licked your neck, going from clavicle to ear, it was the last thing your body could handle as the waves of pleasure erupted inside of you.   You crumbled underneath him like a mess, your head whipped to the side as his mouth sucked hard on your exposed skin.  His hand didn’t slow down either, prolonging the pleasure from your orgasm, making your toes curl.  

                When he pulled his hand away your head was swimming and the realization of how wrong this all was tried to force its way back to the forefront of your brain.  You looked up and Simon was on top of you.  He looked between both of your bodies and you felt a pressure at your hole. With a heavy head, you looked up to see his cock about to spear you, making your heart race.  You dropped back down and touched your hands to his chest, shaking your head no.  

                “Shhhh.”  Simon leaned down and kissed your lips.  “Do you really want me to stop?”  

                The hand that was fisting the base of his cock dropped and his thumb found your clit again.  He pressed down and started to rub causing you to squeal underneath him as an aftershock of pleasure rocked through you.   Your hands grabbed on to his muscled arms again as you whimpered.  

                “Do you want me to stop Snowflake?”  Simon’s eyes looked evil above you, but not as evil as his hand was between your legs, rubbing you into submission.  

                The feelings in your body only added to the confusion in your brain and there was no way you could form a response.  

                “That’s what I thought.”  His tongue flicked out and licked his lips as he flexed his hips forward and started the slide inside your wet tunnel.  

                He filled you instantly.  When he made it to the hilt you thought you might burst and struggled to catch your breath as you held onto his shoulders.  His thumb continued to rub your clit as he started pulling out and sliding back inside.  You became aware of just how wet you were by the fact his movements were so easy.  

                It didn’t take long until the both of you were panting. His thrusts become rougher and more powerful.  Each time he was fully inside of you he felt bigger than before.

                “Cum for me one more time Snowflake.” Simon bit down on your neck.  “I want to watch your face as you scream around my cock.”  

                As if he were your master your orgasm spasmed at his words. Your muscles clenched down around him, making him feel even bigger than he was.  You were certain inhuman sounds were coming from your mouth, but the ringing in your ears made it impossible to hear.  

                “Fuck Snowflake,”  Simon grunted and thrust inside of you, exploding his white foam into your womb.  

                “Wait.” You tried to push him off, but your muscles were spent. “Don’t want to get pregnant.”  

                “Well, I want you to.”  Simon nibbled your ear. “You’re my one in a million and I’m never letting you go.”  

                Simon’s cock continued to twitch inside of you and his words sent another chill down your spine.   You didn’t know if it was the haze from the orgasm or the way he seemed to possess you, but right now that sounded better than anything on the planet.  Maybe you were Simon’s one-in-a-million, maybe you were his snowflake.          

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[lucifers-trash-stash]

Hot Chocolate

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a fic, so I’m excited to post my entry for @simons-thirst-squad Simon’s Advent Calendar Day 18: Hot Chocolate. Also big thanks to @genevievedarcygranger for betaing this fic for me and being all around awesome and supportive <3

Word Count: 1283

Warnings: Sugar sweet fluff

A violent shudder passed through your body from the cold. You shifted the weight between your feet in quick succession, hoping that the movement would help warm you up. If anyone was watching you right now, they’d probably think you were dancing. At this point, you were so cold that you didn’t care if you were seen.

Late night fence duty was always rough, but even more so now that the cold weather was setting in. The only sounds during the night you could hear was the sound of the walkers and the chattering of your own teeth. Luckily you had gotten warm socks, boots, and a heavier jacket from commissary to try to solve this issue, but it was still downright freezing at night. What you wouldn’t give to have a pair of hand warmers to keep your fingers from trembling.

“Looking a bit frosty over there,” a voice called out behind you. You jerked your head around at the source, ready to give them hell for teasing you. After seeing it was only Simon walking up to you, you relaxed a bit.

There was something about Simon that could never make you upset at his teasing. Maybe it was because you know he never meant it in a mean spirited way like the other Saviors sometimes did. He seemed to have a sixth sense for knowing when people needed to be cheered up, and you were thankful for it. Of course there was a part of you that found him handsome, but his cheery disposition always won you over every time.

“So you decided to come out and freeze with me too? You’re really taking a bullet for me,” you said with a smile.

“What can I say, I’m a glutton for punishment,” Simon said with a grin. “Besides, I come bearing gifts.” You hadn’t noticed what he was holding when he walked up to you, but when he lifted up two travel mugs you couldn’t help but let a wide grin spread over your face.

“Ohhhh coffee, for me?” you asked as you reached out for one of the mugs.

“Not coffee, hot chocolate. Hot chocolate is just better tasting this time of year. ‘Tis the season and all,” Simon said as he clinked his mug against yours.

You smiled and took a sip, relishing in the rich chocolate flavor on your tongue. Your hands were finally starting to warm up a little from holding the mug. The warmth began to flow over you now, in a way that only a hot beverage on a cold day could. It reminded you of the holidays before all of this, when you would curl up under the blankets on the sofa with a warm mug of whatever you wanted that day and glancing out at the falling snow between turning pages of the book you were reading that afternoon. You really missed it all.

Your gaze turned back to Simon as he let out a satisfied and dramatic “ahhhh” after taking a sip. There was a part of you that wished you could stand just a little bit closer to him. Something about the moment just set your heart aflutter. You were always interested in him, and this moment seemed almost too romantic to pass up. But what would you even say? What if he was just being friendly and didn’t want to pursue anything?

“The only thing that would make this better is if we could use milk instead of water,” Simon mused as he took another sip.

Torn away from your thoughts, you tilted your head down and took another sip. “Oh definitely, it’s a lot creamier that way. I miss a lot of food,” you lamented.

“What kind?”

“Pretty sure the universal answer is pizza,” you said, Simon softly chuckling beside you. “Tacos too. And I doubt we can find any oranges or pineapples around here.”

It took you a moment to notice as you were rambling on that you and Simon had somehow moved closer together as the conversation went on. Your shoulder brushed against his arm slightly, and you felt self conscious of his presence all over again. He was probably being friendly to you and he didn’t have any deeper feelings. Even as you told yourself this, you couldn’t move away from him. Even in the cold you could feel the warmth radiating from his body and personality.

You couldn’t help the shiver that went through you again, as you were just standing still and talking instead of moving around. Without meaning to, you bumped Simon’s arm with yours as you shuddered.

Before you could apologize to him, Simon suddenly cupped your cheek with his free hand, his palm practically covering your face. Your breath froze in your throat, unsure of how to respond. If anything, your cheeks began to heat up at the contact.

“Shit honey, you’re practically freezing,” Simon said. His thumb brushed along your skin gently before his expression changed to an apologetic one. He took his hand away and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, that’s probably too much, isn’t it? You probably think it’s kind of weird and out of nowhere,” he added with a laugh.

You smiled shyly and chuckled. “Simon, I don’t find it weird at all. I, uh, actually liked it,” you said. Something about his confident action in the moment made you want to try to go for it. Let him know you were open to whatever he felt for you.

He hesitated briefly, staring into your face as if trying to read you. It was this moment that you really got a chance to stare into his eyes, his warm brown eyes, as dark as the hot chocolate the two of you were drinking. There was a part of you that found it funny that the heat of the cup in your hand couldn’t match the feeling that Simon’s gaze made you experience right now.

The hand that Simon held his hot chocolate in wrapped around you slowly, as if giving you the chance to change your mind. You smiled and leaned into his chest to urge him further. It was almost cute seeing Simon acting a little shy himself. Taking your cue, his free hand cupped your chin again, spreading warm tingling sensations across your cheek.

Simon dipped down, grazing his lips against yours softly before pressing on. You found your free hand reaching up to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. His lips still tasted of hot chocolate, and you wanted to savor it all. His kisses were firm, confident, and yet sweet and tender all at once. Not only that, but his mustache was rather soft, tickling you gently as if trying to get your attention too.

The two of you parted for a brief moment to catch your breath, which had turned into visible puffs in the air. Unsure of where to go from here, the two of you simply watched each other’s expressions, trying to gage your next moves.

Simon suddenly grinned, making you smile in response. “Wow!” he said, making you burst into giggles. He pretended to pout for a moment before saying, “I’m serious! You’re incredible.”

“You’re such a goof,” you said, blushing a little. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Really now?” Simon said, his eyebrow quirking up. “If that’s the case, then maybe after your shift we could warm up with some more hot chocolate. If that’s alright with you.”

“I couldn’t think of a better person to warm up with than you, Simon,” you said before standing on your tiptoes just to capture his lips again.

One more kiss could never hurt.

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A Woolly Hat

Written for @simons-thirst-squad’s  Simon’s Advent Calendar Challenge

Prompt-Woolly Hat

SimonxReader

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It all started with a package left outside his room.  Simon had a rough day, and was ready to call it a night.  Although keeping track of the days, it was generally believed to be near the middle of December.

And if the weather was any indication, it was shaping up to be a cold winter.  Even the hot water afforded to the citizens of the Sanctuary didn’t seem to be enough to fully warm him up.  He kept his towel around his neck, using it as a makeshift scarf to keep in what little warmth the shower had given him.    

So when he saw a bag hanging from the door to his room, Simon was a little confused.  He glanced up and down the hallway, seeing if whoever had left the package was still around.  The dark hallway was empty and quiet, only the ever present hum of machines reverberated through the building.  It was after curfew after all.

Seeing no one, he grabbed the bag and entered his room. He hung his towel up and turned the gift bag over in his hands.  There was no note on the outside, so he assumed it was for him and opened the bag.  Inside was a pair of gloves.  As he examined them, he saw that they were handmade.  The knitted stitches were even and tight, but did not have the appearance of a pair made by machine.   The yarn was smooth, dark blue with brown accents.

When he tried them on, they fit well, keeping his hands warm while still allowing for movement.  Each stitch flexed easily, but stayed snug against his skin.  He pawed through the rest of the bag, but there was no note explaining the gift or who it was from.

Simon yawned, the events of the day catching up with him. Giving the gloves one more look, he removed them and set them down on his desk.  He’d worry about the mystery gift tomorrow.  The comfort of his warm bed beckoned to him, and the fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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The next few days passed without incident.  Simon was thankful for the new gloves that had appeared at his door. His old pair had gotten ragged, allowing wisps of cold air to stiffen his fingers.  Now his hands stayed warm and decidedly not stiff.

While walking with Negan one morning to survey the supply trucks that had returned that morning, the aforementioned boss zeroed in on the new addition to Simon’s wardrobe.

“Pretty fancy gloves you got there, Simon,” Negan said offhand.

Simon flexed his hands.

“Yeah, pretty nice,” he said simply.

“Where’d ya get them? Looks homemade.”

Simon shrugged.

“Got left at my door.”

Negan’s eyes lit up and his mouth split into a shit eating grin.

“Oh ho, does Simon have a secret admirer?”

Simon internally groaned. Negan may be king dick in charge, but he could be like a gossipping soccer mom when he wanted.

“I don’t know about that. Probably a thank you gift from someone. The people love their Saviors,” he evaded.

Negan didn’t want to let the matter drop.  After all, needling people was one of his favorite past times. Negan liked to think he was a pretty fair guy, so even his second-in-command was not safe from this activity.

“Wonder if she’s cute? I know there is till some prime wife material running around,” he mused out loud.

When Simon only hmm’d in response, Negan shook his head.

“What’s the matter? Don’t want a little lady to come home to?  Knitting you socks? Shit, that sounds nice.  Wonder what else she could knit?” Negan trailed off as he let his mind wander.

Simon thought about Negan's words.  He had a few companions since the world fell, and never more than a night. It was all stress relief, more like mutual masturbation than anything including feelings.  In the beginning, the world was unstable, too unstable to pursue anything of merit.  Even now, with the security of Sanctuary, the idea of having something serious with someone seemed farfetched.

Simon was broken from his thoughts when Negan’s hand came down abruptly on his shoulder.

“Or… it could be a guy,” Negan said, raising his brows exaggeratedly.

Simon’s groans were audible this time, and Negan laughed at his reaction.  The mustached man cut his eyes to his leader in annoyance.

“What? No judgements here,” Negan said twirling Lucille before raising his hands in a defensive shrug.

A shout drew the pair’s attention, and Simon was thankful for the interruption. Negan gave Simon a wink.

“Enough gossiping, apparently some assholes can’t do their jobs properly. Let’s get to work.”

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A few days later, another gift was left. Simon opened the bag quickly, and found a chunky knit cowl scarf folded neatly at the bottom.

This time, there was a note. He unfolded the scrap of paper, and smiled at the words written in a delicate script.

Glad the gloves fit.  Stay warm.

Simon fingered the soft yarn.  This time it was a dark grey. Instead of hanging, the ends of the scarf would button under his chin. It was as if the maker made it specifically with Simon’s job in mind. A dark color and no dangling bits for a walker to grab ahold of.

Negan once had a slight mishap when a walker grabbed his scarf from behind.  After that, Negan made sure his trademark red scarf was tucked securely into his jacket.

Simon scoured the note, looking for any clue as to who had written it. The handwriting, he guessed, could be seen as feminine.  The message itself was written on a random scrap of paper.  No hints as to the identity of the person to be found.

As he held the gift in his hand, he was surprised that a literal lightbulb didn’t appear over his head.

The Marketplace. If they were getting yarn, it would have either been a perk from scavenging or bought with points.  As far as he knew, none of the Saviors had a talent for knitting, so it had to be a worker.  Plan and gift in hand, he headed to the communal area of the factory.

Despite the early hour, there were still people picking over organic pickles, new clothes, and other sundries. Simon nodded to several workers before coming to a stop in front of Shirley.  She was in charge of deducting points for purchases and keeping the marketplace in some semblance of order.

Simon gave the octogenarian a winning smile as he leaned on her desk.

“Good morning sunshine.”

The older woman was living proof that the 80s were the new 60s.  She had survived the initial outbreak alone in her house, shot gun in hand.  When they had found her, Negan loved her no nonsense attitude when she berated them for wearing dirty boots inside her house.  And now she ruled the Marketplace with an iron fist.

“Cut the baloney Simon,” she said dryly, not looking up from her ledgers.

“You wound me,” Simon said dramatically, clutching his hand to his chest.

Shirley sighed and looked at Simon, lowering her glasses to put the full force of her glare on him unhindered.

“What do you want?”

Simon produced the gloves and cowl, setting them on top of her books.

“You sell any yarn lately? Knitting supplies?”

Shirley furrowed her brows.

“Not too many people waste their points on craft supplies,” she said examining the items.

“Though these are pretty nice. They’d be good sellers.”

She looked back up at Simon who was looking at her expectantly.

“A name?”

Shirley held out her hand expectantly, raising a brow.  Simon sighed.

“Aw, c’mon Shirl.  We can call it a Christmas gift for your favorite Savior.”

She pursed her lips and flipped through her ledger.

“You find me a bottle of wine. Nice stuff, off the books.”

“Yes ma’am,” Simon agreed quickly.

As Shirley scanned the pages, she found the entry she was looking for and wrote down the details of the purchase.

She handed Simon the information, jerking it back when he reached for it.

“A red, preferably Cabernet.  A shiraz will do if you can’t find one.  Not a pussy Merlot.”

“You got it,” he said, thinking of the wine surplus that the Saviors had squirreled away.

Shirley gave him a long look before handing over the paper.

“Be nice to her. If I hear anything untoward, I will display your balls right here on my desk.”

Simon gave her a reassuring nod, while his balls seemed to climb back up into his body at her words.

“Now scat so I can get back to work.”

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You sat in one of the greenhouses, knitting needles clacking between your fingers.  The woolly hat you were working on was coming together quickly.  Sure, a loom would be faster, but in your opinion, not as well made.

You had spent the last bit of your surplus points on the new yarn. It was thicker and a higher quality than your previous finds. It was perfect for a toboggan for a certain Savior.  

Elsie, one of the other women working in the gardens had tried to convince you to just give Simon the gifts, rather than leave them for him to find.  But you couldn’t.  You fucked up your first and only meaningful interaction with the mustached Savior, and still felt embarrassed months later.

A shadow fell over you, and you nearly jumped to your feet.  You scrambled to gather your things.

“Sorry Marv, I didn’t realize my break was over,” you said hastily, keeping your eyes down to not draw the ire of your boss.

A hand, slimmer than Marv’s, reached down to pluck the half finished hat out of your hand.

“This gonna be for me too?” a familiar voice asked.

You looked up to see Simon studying the hat’s stitches, careful to not let your hard work unravel.

“What?” you squeaked, not mentally nor physically prepared to see the object of your affection standing next to you, let alone talking to you.

“Your name is (Y/N), right?  Work in the green houses. I asked around,” he said, still looking at the hat.

You chewed your lip, running through all the possible scenarios that could take place.  All seemed to point to disaster.

Simon picked up on your unease and knelt next to you.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya.  Just wanted to say thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said softly, keeping your eyes to the ground, hoping your hair camouflaged your red face.

A warm hand cupped your chin and brought your eyes up to meet his.

“So what reason does a pretty gal like you have for giving an old man like me gifts?” he asked, giving you a smile.

“I wanted to say… thank you. You probably don’t remember, but you offered me gelato on my first day here,” you explained hesitantly, not wanting to revisit your embarrassing first meeting with him.

Simon’s eyes widened when he remembered the event.

“You ran away from me.  Negan busted my balls for days after that.  Said my mustache scared you off,” he said, laughing at the memory.

His laugh was infectious, and you couldn’t help but giggle softly.

“It wasn’t your mustache. I like it.  You just took me off guard. I didn’t expect to draw the attention of the right hand man of Negan,” you explained through your laughter.

“You say that, but you are still laughing. I’m not sure if I believe you,” Simon said, mock pouting.

“I do, I do,” you promised.

Simon looked at you unconvinced.

“Prove it.  Meet me for gelato, tonight after dinner.  For real this time, no running.”

You felt your face heat up, but found yourself nodding at his request.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you said.

Simon smiled, and stood up, offering a hand to help you up.  It was then you noticed he was wearing your gloves, and the cowl you had made him.

You took his hand, and he helped you up easily.  After standing, he kept a hold of your hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“See you tonight,” he said, bringing your cold fingers up to his mouth to place a kiss on the tips.

You nodded, liking the way his mustache brushed against your skin.

“Tonight.”

[savingshelby2017]

Save Me- (Simon- Part 4)

SimonRightHandMan said to Shelby Devereaux:

Damn, but I love to see that blush. Plus, when she stumbles and basically presses against me...her small softness against the large, hard planes of my torso...fuck, she's so hot and helpless it triggers all my white knight instincts that have laid dormant for so long. I hope she is OK with being rescued by a gray knight. And those light green eyes, looking up into mine...how her lips form the word "pleasure" and my name...yeah, I could live on feasting on and drinking from those lips. I nod, so she knows I'm paying attention, but I'm trying to focus on getting us to the truck...I'm half carrying her, as she stays pressed against me. Not that I'm complaining, of course. More nodding as she talks about those who attacked her sister and the people she was with. Yeah, I know the type, and yeah, I'm listening. When she slows down and almost stops as we get to the truck, I turn to look down at her again, and hear every word. Oh. Damn. She's not wearing any panties 'cuz those animals cut them off of her...AND she's worried about what I'd think of her. Hell, I've had women offer to blow me for a bottle of water, or a mouthful of jerky. As rare as underthings are in this brave new world, going commando is not really all that uncommon. But I understand...this woman is something of a lady, and I couldn't be happier. Maybe she'll bring out the best in me. I reach up with my free hand, and lightly brush her blushing cheek with the backs of my fingers...then brush an errant lock of hair behind her ear, speaking in a low growl that only she can hear as I realize the guys are all watching this.

Darlin' --- you're with a man who was raised to be a gentleman, a Navy veteran, and Negan's right hand man. I'll make sure you have no reason to be embarrassed, and I already know I could never think less of you...

Smiling as charmingly as possible, I move that free hand to her shoulder, and then lean down to place my lips nearly upon her delicate seashell ear.

...in fact, I am pretty sure I'll only be able to think MORE of you, as time goes by, Shelby.

Before she can react properly I've released her shoulder, while still holding her hand with the other, and I turn to face the boys. When I speak again, it's loud, firm, and clear in the authority I have, second only to Negan's.

As I speak, I point at the person I'm speaking to, even though I use their names. It's something that I picked up in the military, and something Negan noticed about me early on.

G-Man, jump up behind the wheel. You're gonna drop me and Nurse Shelby here off at Outpost Omega, and then head back to The Sanctuary when the rest of the boys come by after finishing up here.

Fartin' Frankie, c'mere and take shotgun. We're gonna ride in the crew cab.

Sure, it'll be a little tight for me, but that's OK. Gives me an excuse to be close to Shelby, and use the ride to the outpost to get...closer.

Gentlemen! I want you to make a sweep of this area, in a mile radius. If you run across this rapist crew, take whoever you can alive. I think some payback is in order. Just make sure you're back on the road before sunset, then swing by Outpost Omega so you can pick up G-Man and Frankie.

I'll get on the radio with Negan once I'm there to fill him in on how this all went...and right now, it's all good news.

Don't change that between now and then.

With that, they're moving to follow my orders, and I am turning toward the truck. Opening the passenger door, and then the extended crew cab door, I look back down on Shelby's pretty face.

Then I'm smiling again with all the gentlemanly charm I can muster, which is quite a fucking bit.

Ms. Shelby.

I release her hand, and the look on her face when I do that is priceless. Fuck, but she's a sweet lil damsel in distress, ain't she?

Relax. Trust me.

My left hand now slides up her back, up under her soft, dark hair, to wrap long, strong fingers around the nape of her neck...and I can't help but lick my lips at how delicious she feels in my grip.

I widen my stance, shift my hips, and lower my right shoulder...so that when my forearm slides against the backs of her knees, where the flesh is SO delicate and sensitive, it has the desired effect of making her knees weak...buckling...and I'm lifting her, with the backs of her thighs near her bare ass resting along the meat and cords of my forearm, as I steady her neck and head with my left hand.

She's up and on the seat before she knows what's happened...she's so light, and obviously willing to be handled...and then I've released her. The worn, black leather is probably warm, nearing hot...but she needs that...her skin was so cool, almost cold, wherever I touched her...I'm afraid she's nearly in shock over all that's happened to her today.

I'm no nurse, but I know a thing or two about first aid. And trauma. And the human body, in general.

I continue to smile as I grab either side of the door frame, and put my right foot up on the running board.

Scoot all the way over to the door, and make room for me, Shelby.

The outpost is about a half hour from here, and that puts it about a half hour from The Sanctuary. It was our first one, and it's well within what is now our territory. It was my idea to name the first one with the last letter of the Greek alphabet, because I thought it would always be the last place we'd stop before making it home. Negan is full of great ideas, but he really digs it when I have a good one. I'm not really an idea man, but I'm smart and tough, and a good leader...so the ideas I have are just gravy.

Taking Shelby as my own, though, will probably be my best idea, ever.

Yeah, I've got over a dozen markers with The Man. He'll probably give me shit about it, but I'm willing to trade them all in for this gem.

A half hour, and then I'll have her all to myself.

I may even dismiss the skeleton crew we've got set up at Omega, and send them back home with the guys when they get there.

I think I want to be alone with Shelby.

I want to see if things are going to click with her, and I might as well strike while the iron is hot, so to speak.

And damn...she IS hot!

[moistkritical1187]

So, what? You fuckers haven't written a neganXsimon fic yet?