Summary: Negan and the Reader use the night in the safe-house to take their minds off the stress and unrest of the last days, before the next morning reveals a shocking surprise.
Warning: Smut
Candle light filled the small living room of the safe-house, enlightening the deck of cards that was sprawled out on the wooden coffee table, while the flickering flames reflected in the glasses that were placed right next to the other clutter on the wood.
It was deep in the night by now, and even though you were tired to the bone, you were glad that you’d decided to take the first lookout shift along with Negan after Gabe and Elijah had arrived. Once you were done with this, you could fall in the bed upstairs and hopefully sleep undisturbed through the night, without being bothered by another shift and even more so, without being bothered by the fuckers that we’re lurking somewhere outside in these woods.
The only thing you’d look forward to waking up in the middle of the night to was greeting Daryl and Dog and watch them arrive after all at this house, but by now, your hopes were shrinking and you started to more and more assume that Daryl had found another way to get away.
By now, you hoped that he was safe somewhere and the realization that no one would get here anymore would hit Maggie tomorrow morning and force her to change her mind about her plan.
With a soft sigh, you shook Maggie off your thoughts and focused on the task in front of you again, finishing up the bandage around Negan’s thigh that had truly needed another change, though he luckily hadn’t bled much more, even though he had put quite the strain on it all day.
Those were good news, finally, and they were enough to boost your mood a little, along with the bit of togetherness with Negan you’d finally been able to snitch with this shift, even if you were just chatting and playing cards to keep yourselves awake and busy.
“Candle light, some stale fuckin’ water and I got my pants down...romantic”, Negan chuckled as you leaned back into the cushions, swirled the salve in your hands shut and tossed it into your bag.
“Yep, definitely my definition of a successful date night”, you snickered while you watched him shuffle his pants back up and zip it up just as you nodded towards the sprawled out cards on the table, “Wanna go for another round?”
“Oh I sure as hell do. I want a rematch”, Negan exclaimed as he threw his hands up and shot you a mischievous grin,”You only won ‘cause I got less sleep than you did.”
“Sure thing, keep telling yourself that”, you chuckled, nudging his hip with your foot as he let out a small snort and shifted to the edge of the couch, nodding towards the door that you’d left slightly ajar.
“Just gonna make a quick round first.”
“You don’t need to”, Maggie’s voice said, audibly drowsy as the door slowly opened further and she stepped inside the room, nodding towards the couch,”I’m taking over now.”
“Well alright”, Negan said, getting up on his feet with a small groan as you shifted forwards to do the same.
“Anything happened?”, Maggie asked in a mumble, still standing by the door as you grabbed your shoes and backpack, and shook your head.
“Nope, nothing”, you said, getting back up on your feet before you moved behind Negan out of the room and into the hallway, only receiving a small nod from her before she made her way into the room, leaving it off the latch behind her.
“‘Cept I absolutely crushed you during the last match”, you whispered only loud enough for Negan to hear it, who promptly stopped in his tracks towards the stairs and turned around.
“Oh we’re so having a rematch next time we get the chance”, Negan said with a playfully dramatic look on his face, lowering his voice as he stepped closer and leaned in,”If that’s at home, we’ll sure as shit play the strip version.”
“Good, can’t wait to see you strip”, you teased back, grinning at him as he let out a small chuckle, trying to muffle himself though as you started to step up the stairs, quiet not to wake Gabe and Elijah.
“Touché”, Negan said quietly, with a grin on his lips as he glimpsed over his shoulder as you passed the room of the others, before you could slip into your room at the end of the hallway and close the door quietly behind yourself.
Dropping your boots and the backpack at the end of the bed, you heard a small sizzling echo through the room as Negan turned on the petroleum lamp on the nightstand that you’d found earlier along with the other supplies in the cellar and filled the room with some of its dim, but warm light.
With a small groan, you stretched your worn limbs and strolled over to the left side of the bed, watching as Negan kicked off his boots before he reached out to pull you closer.
A hum left your lips as you leaned into his warmth and wrapped your arms around his torso, glimpsing up at him only to feel him press his lips over yours in the very next moment. Softly, he groaned into you, one of his hands finding the back of your neck while the other travelled down your back and slipped underneath your top, caressing over your skin in a fashion that you knew all too well and usually meant that he was trying to take things further.
You liked it, no question, but it didn’t quite match the exhausted and yawning man you’d seen earlier down in the living room.
“I thought you were tired”, you mumbled with a small chuckle against his lips as he let go for a moment and a small grin slipped on his lips.
“I am, I’m fuckin’ exhausted”, he mumbled still holding you close as he leaned a little back to get a look at you,”But my damn head is still buzzing like a beehive, ain’t gonna sleep a wink like that.”
He sighed, his thumb circling softly over the nape of your neck as his eyes found yours again.
“I just wanna stop feeling scared, or angry or fucking worried for just a little while”, he said, quiet so his voice wasn’t loud enough to be heard by the others while he shrugged his shoulders softly ,”Just a quick, slow fuck so we can screw this shit out of our brains for a bit.”
You slowly nodded, pretty much agreeing with him as you just wanted to slip from your concerns for a moment and relief the stress so you could dive into a deep and hopefully peaceful sleep for a few hours later.
Tipping up, you moved in to press a kiss over his lips only to feel him chuckle softly against your lips as he pulled you closer in.
“You just gotta stay quiet, don’t wanna wake the priest and the mask dude.”
“I feel like that’s gonna be harder for you than me”, you teased back, watching as he pulled back with a dramatic and playfully shocked look on his face that made a small laugh fall from your lips as you grinned up at him,”What? You’re very vocal.”
“Mhmm”, he just mumbled back, leaning back in to press another kiss over your lips as his hands started to move up your body, finding their way to the hem of his blue flannel that had still loosely hugged your body until now.
Pulling it off, his lips left yours for a moment to look down at the bandage around your upper arm, checking on it with a worried look on his face.
“It’s okay”, you mumbled, giving him a soft smile before you nodded down at the bandage underneath his pants,”You gotta take care of your bandage tho. I can’t renew that right away.”
“Sure thing, boss”, Negan snickered, allowing you to help him pull his shirt over his head and toss it over the rattan armchair in the corner of the room before your eyes fell back on his toned chest. In the mellow light of the lamp, his skin seemed to radiate a soft warmth and your glance brushed over the dark, small curls that peppered his chest, the tattoo over his heart and his broad shoulders that were speckled with a few, tiny freckles for just another moment. You’d seen this sight thousands of times, and it still made you look in awe at him each time anew.
“A bit unfair, huh?, Negan interrupted you, leading your glance up at him as he gestured between the both of you and the difference between your still pretty much clothed body and his own, shirtless figure.
“Go ahead”, you said, still trying to stay quiet, as you grinned back at him, allowing him to go along with pulling the clothes off your body as your lips smoothed back against his.
The cool air was brushing over your skin, only to be chased off by Negan’s warmth as he wrapped you up in his arms and deepened your kisses gradually until you reached down to open his pants, brushing over the growing bulge underneath his boxers that elicited a hum to rumble through his chest.
“He’s been waitin’ for this ever since you defended the shit outta me in that train cart last night”, Negan mumbled with a teasing chuckle against your lips.
“Well, shouldn’t make him wait even longer, huh?”, you teased back, voice lowered as you leaned in for another one of Negan’s intoxicating kisses, another one of those that made you forget for just a moment what kind of mess was actually happening around you.
The mattress dipped underneath you as you laid down and felt Negan crawl in over you after he’d stroked his boxers off, reaching out to pull the red blanket that you’d left tousled on the side of the bed earlier over both of your bare bodies. Moving in, Negan caged you in between his arms, peppering kisses along the side of your neck as you closed your eyes for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his warmth and his touches after the strains of the last two days.
Your hands ran up along the sides of his body and down the planes of his back, caressing him in the same way that he was caressing you. You were both tired, exhausted really, and you could tell so by the slowness of both of your movements, but the eagerness to find relief and comfort within each other added just the right amount of passion to the mix to get your body to heat up in no time.
A shivering breath fell from your lips as you felt Negan’s throbbing erection eventually press up against your core, fueling the excitement that trumped the exhaustion by now before he slowly thrusted himself into you, inch by inch as your fingernails dug into his warm skin and a soft but involuntary moan slipped from your lips.
“Knew it”, Negan grumbled, tease swinging heavily through his voice as he stroked deeper,”Can’t keep quiet when daddy slides his thick cock into ya, huh?”
“You’re big, it’s hard not to-”, you started to defend yourself, only to get cut off as another small gasp interrupted you as Negan adjusted himself to find into his rhythm. Reaching for his jaw, you pulled him in for more kisses, hoping those would swallow any sounds that would fall from your lips as Negan started to roll his hips smoothly in over you, rocking himself deeper.
Running your fingers through his hair you felt him slowly pulling back, grinning down at you as you tried to keep quiet, though you could see him struggling to stifle himself too.
“Fuck, we’re like teenagers trying to not get caught by their damn parents”, Negan snickered quietly against your lips, leaning in for another peck as a soft laugh fell from your lips.
“Yeah…well, at least the bed isn’t squeaking”, you mumbled, humming in response to his slow and rhythmic thrusts. Negan nodded, a small laugh falling from his lips as he moved his lips from your mouth and placed kisses along your jaw, peppering your skin with them as he rocked himself deeper.
“Mhm I love you”, he said, trying to keep the moan that slipped from his lips low before he leaned up to look at you with a big, goofy and smile on his lips and a loving, yet lustful look in his hazel eyes, “So fuckin’ much.”
“I love you too”, you mumbled, stroking his tousled hair back, enjoying the feeling of his warm body pressed up against yours and the sensation of him filling you up as he hit just the right spots over and over again.
Everything felt warm and just so damn good for once, everything felt easy and lighthearted for the first time since you’d left Alexandria, and you clung onto that feeling of ease, desperate to not let go of it for as long as possible.
Just then, another soft gasp fell from your lips as Negan rocked himself with long and dragged out thrusts deeper into you, fueling the warmth and pleasure that was cursing through you while you did your best to keep quiet as the knot in your stomach slowly started to tighten.
Negan’s face twisted in pleasure as he dropped his head into the curve of your neck, muffling his own soft groans as his arms around you tightened and his hands gripped your body while his thrusts slowly but surely grew a little shakier yet heavier at the same time.
You could hear him curse against your skin, stifling his moans as your fingernails dug into his skin while you moved your hips in rhythm with his, allowing the excited tingling within you to grow stronger until it started to flow in waves of heat through your body and filled you up entirely, bringing you closer to your release even though a part of you hoped to swing a little longer in this intoxicating trance of warmth and ease.
Slowly, Negan’s body grew shaky underneath your touch while he muffled his heavier growing pants and he buried his face deeper into your shoulder’s nook, speeding his rhythm that had remained slow and steady until now slightly up, enough for a groan to slip from your lips as Negan rocked his pulsing dick with a harder thrust into you.
You could feel his hand reach up and press in over your mouth, trying to keep you quiet while an amused yet shaky chuckle rumbled against your skin, and you just knew that if he wasn’t as close to his release as he was now, a teasing, smart-ass remark would’ve fallen from his lips instead.
But now, you simply both became undone, entangled with each other as he first brought you over the edge and let a heavy orgasm rupture through you, turning your head blank for a moment and filling it up with nothing but lust and pleasure. Negan stifled your soft moans before he had to muffle his own as his orgasm made him shudder and groan into your skin, stifling his voice enough so only you could hear him as he collapsed on top of you.
Just as you’d hoped, you ended up falling into a deep and peaceful sleep in Negan’s arms, relaxed, with the worries wiped from your minds for a little as you stayed huddled up to him underneath the red blanket until the early morning hours.
You were still a little tired as you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, yawning as you pulled Negan’s blue flannel over your shoulders and watched as he stood by the window and glimpsed outside through the small gap between the beige curtains. Part of the relief and relaxation from last night was gone by now, slipped from his body and instead, some tension had laid itself back around him. No one else had arrived at the safe house, no Daryl, no Dog, no Frost, and by now, it was clear, at least to you and Negan, that no one would come anymore, not after all this time, and it just left you hoping that the others would realize this as well and would move along with leaving this place before the Reapers could find you.
You were worried about Daryl and his dog, no question, and you’d woken up hoping that they’d arrived here during Maggie or Gabe and Elijah’s shifts, but there was no sense in waiting here anymore. Daryl would have been here by now if he had been able or wanted to, and he wasn’t and staying here would just get you killed, and that wouldn’t help anyone.
You needed a new plan, you just needed to convince Maggie and the others of it, and that seemed nearly impossible at this point.
“Seeing anything?”, you asked with another small yawn as you leaned down and tied your boots up, glimpsing up at Negan as he shook his head and pushed himself away from the window,
“Nah, nothing, just a squirrel searching for nuts ‘n shit”, he responded, a dry chuckle falling from his lips as he glimpsed over at you,”We gotta think of a plan now though, quickly. No one is gonna come anymore, can’t wait till those psychos get here and slaughter our asses.”
Nodding in agreement you let out a sigh, watching as Negan stepped over to you and reached up to caress over the back of your neck. You glanced up, giving him a soft but still slightly sleepy smile as you got up on your feet and moved in to wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him as you leaned your head against his shoulder.
“I wanna go back to last night”, you mumbled, a soft chuckle falling from your lips even though you entirely meant what you’d said. Sleeping with him last night, cuddling up to him after and falling asleep in his arms had felt like a break from this insanity. It had felt like a bit of a bubble of safety that had wrapped itself around you and it had bursted this morning and pushed you back into the harsh reality, in which your focus had to be on surviving the next day, hell the next hours.
“Me too”, Negan grumbled, wrapping you up in his arms as he leaned his head against yours and pressed a soft kiss against your temple, letting his lips linger on your skin for a moment before he let go with a small sigh and nuzzled his nose into your hair.
“We’re gonna make it. One fuckin’ way or another”, Negan mumbled after a moment of silence, sounding as if he was trying to speak these words into existence and keep both of your spirits up, before a soft chuckle fell from his lips, “And then we’ll come home and fuck as loudly as we want. No holdin’ back.”
“Sounds good”, you mumbled back with a small laugh, trying to play into this slight hopefulness as you cuddled into his warmth, trying to get a bit more of it. You remained like that for another few moments, with your eyes closed and your arms wrapped around his middle, cuddled closely up to him before you leaned slowly back to glimpse up and meet him with a soft smile. Reaching up, you could feel him brushing his fingers softly over the nape of your neck, leaning in to peck your lips for just another small moment before he nodded with a sigh to the closed door.
“Let’s get downstairs.”
Gabriel was just settling down on the small couch by the hallway’s window when you made your way behind Negan down the stairs, watching as Maggie shifted towards the window to stare out through the gaps between the wood planks while Elijah grabbed one of the cans out of the big bag next to him to share for breakfast.
“Mornin’ folks”, Negan said, still sounding quite tired as Gabriel looked up and mumbled a drowsy “Morning” back, same with Elijah while Maggie seemed too focused on the window to even properly recognize that you’d joined the three of them.
Negan plopped down next to Gabriel while you let yourself fall onto the green armchair besides them, and placed your backpack next to it on the worn down wooden floor. Just as its little thud echoed through the room, you watched Maggie grow antsy, watched her brows tense as she leaned in to get a closer look outside before she suddenly moved away from the window and turned around to stare with wide eyes at you.
“We need to go now”, she said, a deeply urging tone in her voice as her breath hitched nervously,”I think they’re here, and I think Daryl’s with them.”
The first part sounded like Negan and your own warnings coming true within these moments, the second part sounded as if it was straight taken from a delusional nightmare, and for a second, you couldn’t quite belief what she’d just said.
But there wasn’t much time to think, not much time to question, instead, you had to get up and moving, collect your supplies as quickly as possible while Maggie stayed glued to the window, trying to see how much time you had left until the reapers would knock on your door.
Stress was cursing through your body, filling you up and bringing the awful tension back over you that started to mix with a feeling of panic as you could hear the clock ticking down in your head, growing louder and louder with each second until the thud of the opening cellar hatchway echoed through your head. Your eyes shot towards the open hole in the middle of the hallway, watching as Maggie hastily waved towards herself.
“We can’t go out, they got into the house across the street, they’ll see us.”
“But we will be trapped down there, won’t we?”, Gabriel asked, pure stress sounding through his voice as you watched Maggie shake her head immediately.
“There’s a hole at the other side of the cellar that leads right out, found it when we got the supplies up. We go down there, wait it out until they’re gone or we move if they get too close to the hatchway, but we have to get down here now!”, she said, shakily breathing by now as she threw another look over her shoulder, trying to see through the gaps of the wooden planks as Negan started to nod.
“Safest damn bet I guess”, he rumbled, glancing over at you for a moment as you nodded, realizing fairly quickly that this was your only chance to get out of here. Hurrying over to the hatchway you threw your backpack over your shoulder, watching as Elijah and Gabriel moved in first down into the cellar, then Maggie after she’d looked one more time outside, before it was your turn.
Quickly, but careful to not trip you stepped down the ladder, keeping and eye on Negan who was kneeling by the opening’s side, his eyes switching from you to the door repeatedly before you hopped down the last two steps and landed in the narrow and low cellar room.
Quickly, he moved onto the ladder, grabbing first the hatchway’s wooden door, then the edge of the thin, round carpet, trying to gradually pull it over the door as he lowered it down, clearly trying to cover it as best as he could.
Then, he landed beside you and just then, just as you all found yourself in this small, dim lit room, you started to process Maggie’s words again.
Daryl was with them.
Did they capture him? Did he try to infiltrate them? There was no way he would just give up where you’d been hiding so there had to be a plan behind this. Was he trying to lead them into a wrong direction, pretend to be one of them only to betray them in your favor? What the hell was he doing with them?
A shivering breath fell from your lips as you could hear footsteps coming up the porch, letting the worn down wood screech below their feet before the door suddenly busted open with a loud, snapping thud.
“Clear”, a voice screamed as you could first hear some of the footsteps moving to the direction of the living room, right before a woman’s voice echoed through to you.
“Over here, it’s still wet”, she said, probably talking about a cloth that you had overseen in the hurry of collecting the important things before the footsteps started to spread out, up the stairs, and down the hallway, and while you couldn’t truly tell how many of them were in the house, it couldn’t be more than three, maybe four judging from their steps and the voices that shouted “clear” one after one. The woman, a man,…and then Daryl.
A shiver ran down your spine as you heard the footsteps coming closer again, down the stairs and towards the hatchway, before you could see through the gap of the wooden plank and the hatchway the familiar but nervous eyes that were staring through them right at you.
“Guess he’s telling the truth then”, you could hear Daryl say as his foot moved slowly towards the edge of the carpet, starting to carefully drag it further over the wood, and managing to cover it all besides a little edge of the door as the footsteps of the other two got closer and stopped somewhere above you
“Nothing”, the woman’s voice said, wood creaking as you could hear Daryl shifting from foot to foot.
“Maybe they went out the back, I can track them”, he said, only to be cut off by the male voice nearly immediately.
“Are you on a hurry to leave?”
“What?”
“Other building, you wanted to stick around and make sure we didn’t miss anything and here, you wanna walk right off, so what is it?”, the other man snapped as the tension that laid like a shroud over each and everyone within the small cellar room seemed to rise with every passing second.
“Look man, I’m just trying to help”, Daryl answered, a thick sigh falling from his lips before the other man’s voice barked back at him.
“And yet you keep on chirping!”
“Fine, if we lose ‘em that’s on you and not me”, Daryl said, anger starting to mix into his voice as the switching sound of a walkie was heard, shortly followed by the voice of the woman.
“Stop Washington, we need a perimeter check, possible runners”, she said, pretty much deciding for you that you had to stick around in this cellar for a little longer if you didn’t want to run right into some of those other fuckers outside.
“Look I don’t have time for this type of bullshit”, she sighed as the walkie sound silenced again, cutting off the other man right away as he was trying to speak up and protest. “I know, I understand, but I don’t need it, now go upstairs and make sure we didn’t miss anything.”
A curse let the man’s lips, loud enough for you to hear before his footsteps moved up the stairs and descended down the hallway that you’d walked along just a little earlier.
“You’re either with us, or you’re not”, the woman said, a cool yet stressed sound in her voice as an audible scoff fell from Daryl’s lips as his foot moved to press in over the edge of the hatchway that he hadn’t been able to cover with the carpet.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Stop pissing off Carver”, she answered, her footsteps starting to move towards the front door before they stopped again and silence filled the room for a moment, while you could feel your pulse pounding in your throat.
Nervously, your eyes found Negan’s, watching as he gulped thickly, standing entirely still and quiet, visibly worried that the smallest movement could make a sound, just like you were, just like all the other within the cellar were.
“Upstairs is clear”, you heard the other man say as he made his way down the stairs.
“They ran, they ain’t coming back here”, Daryl started again, moving away from the hatchway and towards the stairs as a thick scoff fell from the man’s lips.
“What?”
“I mean think about it, you hit ‘em hard. Even if they get more people, they won’t come back here. It’s a bad move, you got what, 20 people in your town?”, Daryl said and it didn’t take much to know that he was trying to feed you intel right there and then, “ You got walls, weapons, you’d seen them come from a mile away. Trust me they ran.”
“Is there a point to any of this?”
Oh yes, asshole, there is, just not for you, you thought to yourself, though realizing that this was all you would get for now.
They were around 20. They weren’t a big group, yet a truly deadly one and you weren’t sure whether Daryl was trying to tell you that 20 deadly and cruel psychos were too much to take on and it was your time to leave, or if he saw 20 a manageable amount to take on considering the sizes of groups you’d faced in the past.
“We should move”, the woman’s voice ripped you out of your thoughts, only to be cut off by the other man once again.
“No we’re missing something.”
“Fine, let’s waste another hour”, Daryl spat now, clearly pissed off and by the tone in his voice you could tell that he was growing more nervous and antsy too,”I ain’t gonna take the blame for that.”
“Daryl”, the woman interrupted again, but Daryl truly was just getting started.
“It’s not my fault he’s too stupid to pay attention”, he called out as you glanced into the group, watching as Gabriel started to nod towards the opening at the other side of the cellar room, while the argument above you continued and started to give you an opportunity to flee, for as long as they kept snapping at each other and were too busy to notice the edge of the hatchway that still peaked past the carpet.
Each of you found yourself silently agreeing with Gabriel and slowly and carefully, you started to move towards the opening, trying to stay quiet, though Daryl’s loud voice was covering up any sounds your footsteps could’ve made. And then finally, you stepped from the dark cellar outside into the light, only to find yourself running in the very next moment.
Running into the safety of the forest.
Running away from the reapers.
Once again.
Just like an awful déjà vu.
As much as I loved them together, I wasn't planning on hopping on the Vonnie train just yet.
HOWEVER...
As a disabled woman myself, how fucking refreshing it is for the first big disabled character on the show to go from being shipped with someone based on a HORRIBLY ableist narrative to a ship where she is protecting the able-bodied man and being his hero.
Fuck it. I think I just started shipping vonnie. Only if my little cinnamon roll Kelly approves though.
it’s midnight and i just finished episode 11x06 and
WHY WAS THAT EPISODE SO SCARY??? like the CANNIBALS and the fact they muted the sound when we were supposed to watch from connie’s pov?? they were sick for that omg.
gonna go to sleep and hopefully not have nightmares about that cannibal house or daryl getting back together with leah because i have 8am class tomorrow 😔😔
