that one lollipop chainsaw animation trend but it’s clouis!!
also gonna post these separately:
this was for an animation thingy I posted on tiktok :p I think my fav is negan clem, it was so fun to draw lucille:D (slight nod to that one negan cameo that never happened in the games)
Lucille finds out about Negan's affair with one of his students.
Somewhat caring Negan Smith x Innocent Student!Reader (age unspecified)
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It all started one night where Lucille and Negan were sitting at the couch watching TV. One of their shared favorite shows from the fifties was on for a marathon and they intended to take full advantage of it. A lot of things could wait, but Gunsmoke was not one. It was one of the few things they could still bond over without it feeling tainted.
The two were at opposite ends of the couch with their legs in the empty space between them, when Negan's phone buzzed. He looked at it for a split second, hand itching to grab it, when Lucille adjusted her position and he let his hand fall limp again. She didn't think anything of it, not at first, until the phone buzzed again and the man practically pounced on it.
It was odd, and considering his previous infidelity it didn't feel far-fetched that maybe he was cheating again despite their efforts to make things work after Janine.
Still, she put off saying anything, and kept putting it off until she felt like it all built to a head.
Lucille's curiosity finally got the better of her one night when he was supposedly at an away game, and she started to call the school to confirm that's really where the team was, and with the team, her wandering husband.
It rang twice before she chickened out and hung up.
She really wanted to believe him and trust in his promise to never hurt her that way again, but it was hard to pretend when he bit his lip at every woman that entered his line of sight…
Until one day he didn't.
His eyes stopped wandering at some unknown point, and Lucille hadn't noticed until one morning they went to a particularly shitty diner and the waitress kept going out of her way to try and get his attention. She bent over so low in front of Negan while pouring his coffee that her tits practically spilled out of her shirt, much like the overflowing coffee she was supposed to be paying attention to, instead of her husband's tattooed arms casually laid over the back of the booth seat.
Lucille expected him to flirt with her, maybe look down at the woman's chest with greedy lust in his eyes. But when the coffee dribbled onto his lap, he only made a surprised noise and quickly dodged the woman, grabbing a few napkins to swipe it up.
She tried to apologize to him, but Negan just brushed it off and pointed to Lucille.
“It's no problem,” He chuckled. “If anything you should be sayin’ sorry to my wife. She picked these out for me.”
The waitress’ eyes quickly jumped to her, seeming shocked that she was even there despite being the one to bring her decaf out a few minutes ago. “Oh my god, I'm like, so sorry… I didn't– I-I wasn't paying attention.”
Lucille hesitated to answer, so Negan responded for her in a way she most likely would have. “It's all good sweetheart, why don't you get some syrup for us and we'll call it even?”
“Of course,” The waitress beamed at him. “Right away.”
His wife turned to him then, gaze skeptical at how well he seemed to take the whole thing. –It wasn't like him to brush off women flirting with him, and even less likely for him to simply let an inconvenience like that go without a fight, or attitude.
“What's going on with you?” She asks, trying to make her tone seem playful despite the worry worming its way deeper inside herself.
“Nothin’,” He smiles, flashing his pearly whites as he turns to face the window. “Life's just great. I'm happy.”
He takes her hand in his in the middle of the table and squeezes it.
Yet another red flag.
They didn't stop there, either. Negan took her on one of the most romantic dates they've been on in years. Complete with roses, a fancy restaurant, champagne… the whole nine yards. Which on a gym teacher's salary would mean saving for weeks on end.
“What's the occasion?” She asked that night when they were laying in bed, still naked and panting.
He gave her this kind of wistful look, and she just knew.
“Nothin’,” He lies again, then his lips curl into a soft smile and she can tell he means his next words at least a little bit. “I want us to reconnect, so I thought… why not splurge on you, hm?”
He gives a little wiggle of his eyebrows like she was supposed to laugh at the gross joke, but she just shakes her head fondly. “Sure.”
She goes through his phone the very next day and doesn't find anything except a locked folder labeled permission slips, except instead of being in his files like permission slips would be, it's in his photo gallery.
It takes two days to crack the code as she tries every date she can possibly think of from birthdays and anniversaries, to deaths in the family and the code to a safe he had when they first met, but ultimately the code is a date that he went out of town for an away game.
Because of course it would be. What better opportunity to cheat on your wife than when you're meant to be out of town, sleeping in a cold hotel room by yourself?
Inside the folder there are pictures of a young woman whose face is always conveniently obscured or cropped out of the pictures she's taking. There's some of her laying on her bed in frilly pajamas with a stuffed bear sitting where her face should be, and some others of her at Negan's games, bent over on the bench next to him as she ties her shoes, hair in front of her face. The further back she goes, the more innocent and ordinary the pictures seem. She looks more like a family friend than a side piece, nothing so scandalous that she could actually say it was evidence…
Then there's one picture that finally seals the deal for Lucille.
It's an image of that same girl standing at the same park where Negan took Lucille on one of their first dates –years ago when they were still young– and there the girl is, in the exact same spot Lucille was. In a picture that's still on the wall in their living room to this day. Only in the girl's picture, it seems to be at or around halloween and the streets are filled with masked people holding lights.
Months. He's been seeing this girl for months, nearly a year, as it's almost fall again.
That night, when her husband gets home she just can't take it anymore. Before they can talk, before they greet one another, before they eat anything– just as Negan has sat down at the kitchen table, she confronts him.
“So, who is it this time?” She asks causally, her back turned to him. “Do I know her? Is that why she has to hide her face?”
He seems confused at first, pausing midway carding his hands through his hair to think about if he missed something she said previous to this. “Do you know who?”
“The new woman you've been sleeping with,” She states, calmly turning around and resting her back against the sink. “I looked through your phone.”
His eyebrows raise, face dropping with recognition almost immediately. “It's not like that. –I don't know what the fuck you think you saw, but it wasn't what you thought it was.”
“Then what is it, Negan?” She asks, throwing her hands in the air. “I can't keep doing this with you, going round and round, when I already know I can't win. You keep your hussies and destroy our marriage, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.”
“Don't call her that,” The man snaps defensively, shaking his head. “She's never slept with me. We kissed –once– and it was a complete mistake.”
Lucille is taken aback by the information. It almost feels like more of a betrayal to know that they weren't just sleeping together and having mindless sex. They were spending more time together than he had with his own wife up until recently. Which she's aware was only spurred on by the guilt of her discovering his affair with Janine.
“We were both…” He trails off with a gulp, tension coming to his brow. “It was a lapse in my judgment. I should've never let her get that close.”
It was only a peck on the lips, but it felt so intimate.
“Then why did you? Why keep going, Negan?” Lucille argues, raising her voice slightly.
She's not the kind of woman to be convinced by such openly transparent lies, even if sometimes she wishes she was so that their marriage was easier. The sad fact is that Lucille sits awake at night, wondering if she's wasted all her good years chasing someone that was never meant to belong to anyone at all.
“She's going through something at home and the other little shits don't like her, they pick on her. Constantly. So we ended up spending a lot of time together. It just… snowballed,” The man says, working his jaw over with his hand. “I swear, we never went any further.”
He wanted to, though.
He held himself back because he knew it wouldn't be right, but for a while there he really thought he could have you both.
“She's one of your students?!” The woman exclaims, pushing off of the counter and coming to stand at the opposite side of the table to him, eyes wide with shock. “I can't believe this… I mean, I know you can be a real piece of shit sometimes, but this? Really? A student?”
The man looks down at the floor. “Believe me, I know. I spent a lot of time thinking about how fuckin’ wrong it was, and what I shitty person I must be for doing this. –To you and her.”
A long silence passes between them where Lucille seriously considers slipping her wedding ring off then and there, before she decides she needs to know how the man feels himself. If this is really… the end of their marriage. She doesn't think she could bring herself to report him, but she also doesn't think it would be right to let such a man continue teaching if it is the case that he…
“Is she legal?”
“Does it matter?” The man asks, chest heaving with a long sigh. “It doesn't make what I did any less illegal.”
He had an emotional affair with a student, that nearly crossed over into a physical relationship on multiple occasions. There's no defending that.
Lucille crosses her arms, eyes flicking around the room as she contemplates how she should react right now. If they were younger, maybe, and this was the first time he cheated, she would flip the table and throw a hissy fit.
But they're not. You are.
“Call her.”
Negan looks up from the table. “What?”
“Call her. Now. –And don't tell her why,” The woman repeats with a bitter laugh, starting to pace the kitchen floor. “Make her come over here.”
Negan looks hesitant, lips turning into a deep frown for the first time in the conversation. He doesn't want to involve you. This is on him, it was his job as the man, the real adult in the situation, to cut things off between you before they went too far, and he failed. There's no reason for you to be involved. He's the one who should be getting punished.
“What are you waiting for?” The woman asks after a few moments pass without any movement from her lying, cheating, sack of shit husband. “Pick up the phone and put it on speaker.”
The longer he waits, the worse it seems to get. What's she going to ask of him next, to put you on video call?
So Negan calls you. The phone barely rings once before you pick up.
“Mr. Smith?” You say on the other line, sounding rather disoriented by the random call. “Is everything okay?”
Negan feels his heart drop at the concern in your voice and he puts the phone close to his ear despite it being on speaker, his eyes closing. “Yeah, kid, everything's fine.”
There's a long pause on the other end. “Are you sure you're okay? You sound kind of out of it.”
“I just…” Negan laughs, feeling the sting of tears as he furrows his brows to get his eyes to shut tighter. “I need to see you. This might sound strange, but… I need you to come over to my house, okay?”
“Wait, your house?” You say, sounding kind of nervous about the idea. “Like… your actual house? Mr. Smith, I don't know if I…”
“Not for anything like that, kid. I just want to talk,” He explains, opening his eyes once he's regained some semblance of control over his emotions, giving Lucille a tired stare. “The way we left things wasn't right.”
“...Okay,” You say, and there's a noise from your end like keys. “What's the address again? I feel like you told me before for emergencies, but I don't think I have it saved…”
Negan gives you the address of their house while Lucille watches him, taking in every little expression he makes while talking to you, hoping she can catch him in a lie. –She hoped maybe when he invited you over you would just come instead of asking for an address, proving that you had been here before and Negan was lying about not taking things any further, but you didn't.
“I'm sorry for calling you out of the blue, kid,” The man apologizes, narrowing his eyes at his wife. “This really isn't fair.”
She narrows hers back at him.
“It's okay…” You say, and they can both practically hear the smile on your face. “I missed hanging out with you.”
Negan wishes he could say that he's been missing you too, but instead he very tensely says, “Yeah,” before hanging up the phone without saying goodbye.
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There's a knock at their front door, and before Negan can hop up to get it and explain himself to you, Lucille swings it open first. She wants to get a good look at you, and try to read what your intentions are before her husband can guide you in any other direction. –With Janine it was easy to tell. She was jealous of what Lucille had and saw an opportunity in her easy husband, so she spread her legs and led him astray.
You're not what she expected at all.
“Oh, uh– Hello ma'am,” You say with surprise, stepping away from the door. “I think I have the wrong house. Sorry.”
Before you can get too far, she opens the door wider, signaling that you're welcome –or rather that she wants you– to come inside.
“No, you have it right. This is where Negan Smith lives,” Lucille says, feeling a little bitter that you're so completely out of the loop about the situation. She holds out her hand and you take it, your head cocked like you still don't understand what's happening. “I'm his wife. Lucille.”
The emotions that cross your face are hard to read, but more than anything else, you just look hurt by the revelation.
You drop her hand, your arms limp at your sides. “Huh?”
“Lucille–” Negan calls out angrily, rounding the corner to come face to face with the two of you. When he sees the look on your face his heart breaks a little. More than he thought it would.
“Uhm,” You start again, trying to sound positive even when you turn to look at the woman whose husband you've been talking to with tears in your eyes. “I'm so sorry, I think… I think I should go. There's been some kind of mistake and it's me– my fault. All my fault.”
Lucille feels sorry for you. There's no telling what Negan told you to make it seem okay to have an affair with him. –There's a real possibility you didn't even know he had a wife.
“You shouldn't go getting involved with men like this, just a word of advice,” She says, seeing a younger version of herself in you. One who thought that Negan was her one true love, and that they could make it work against her parents’ wishes. “I know it seems like he loves you right now, but it's not gonna last forever. It never does. He'll get bored of you, and he'll cheat, and you'll waste your life trying to chase him down.”
You turn away from her, burying your face into your hands to hide the tears streaming down your face.
“I'm sorry, sweetie,” She apologizes, watching as you try to make your way across the street to get away from the situation. “Honestly, I am.”
But before you can get very far, Negan shoves past Lucille to chase you down. He stops you halfway through the street without bothering to look both ways, and grabs you by the upper arm, pulling you right back and into the foyer of their home.
“No, you–!” You cry out, trying to pull away from him, but he won't let you go.
He pulls you in close and whispers something to you out of earshot that you shake your head at, but he nods authoritatively, whispering ‘stay’ to you before he takes off up the stairs.
Lucille stares at the way you shrink in on yourself, embarrassed to be in their family home.
“Negan!” The woman shouts up after him, shooting you a skeptical look. “What are you doing?”
There's a series of loud thumps as he comes back down the stairs, a frown on his face and a duffle bag on his shoulder, giving Lucille one last once over with his eyes.
“Negan?” She says, sounding betrayed.
He bites back all of the conflicting emotions inside of himself at the sight of his wife, who he knows he's still deeply in love with, then turns and grabs you by the shoulder to force you outside again.
The woman follows.
“You're leaving?” She shouts, tugging her sweater closer to her chest. “Like this? After everything, after all the promises, you're just… done?”
You look at Negan, seeming worried by his silence and the abrupt choice to pursue you, Lucille's words stuck in your mind like glue. –This is his wife, and he made the split second decision to abandon his family on a random Tuesday afternoon, not long after cutting you off?
“Yeah. I am,” He says after a long pause, making eye contact with her. “Lucille, I was never made to be with just one person. You knew that when you met me. But if I were…” He looks over at you, lowering his head. “Maybe you're right. Maybe this won't last. –But I have to give it a shot, right? I'm happier than I've been in years and it's all because of this kid. You're better off without me, anyway.”
“So you're gonna hold her back? Keep her from going to college and having people her own age around to chase some weird dream you have of falling in love again?” Lucille asks as a tear rolls down her cheek, putting her hand on the door knob. “If you go right now… I don't know that I can let you come back this time.”
Negan tongues the back of his teeth, looking genuinely distressed by the idea of never seeing his wife again.
It's a hard decision, despite one of the choices being a pathetic pipe dream he's almost positive is going to end up falling apart. Or exploding in his hands. He knows she's right. You're not even fully your own person yet, your brain is still developing and all that crap. You could become a completely different person with half the daddy issues who decides they don't need him anymore in a few years. You're strong like that, underneath all the problems you have, there's a goddamn diamond of a human being waiting to be brought out into the light.
Negan hisses through his teeth, lip quivering at the sight of Lucille shaking in her slippers on their porch. The same porch he's walked down every morning for decades.
This is the kind of thing someone never forgets no matter how much time has passed, the kind of image you wake from at three am covered in sweat, smellin’ like shame.
He shoves the duffle into your hands.
“Get in the car.”
“What?” You ask, eyebrows raising in pure shock. “M-Mr. Smith–”
“I said get in the car, damn it,” He repeats, shooting you a dirty look that makes you wilt.
You've never been good at resisting him when he's angry, because he's hardly ever angry, and when he is it's usually when you're doing something stupid, so… you get into the front passenger seat of his pickup truck and hug the bag he handed you.
You watch them argue for a little while, hearing the occasional insult through the safety of the car, but it seems they come to a standstill. Negan pulls a few keys off of his keyring and hands them to her, then when she closes her hands, kisses her knuckles like it's a promise.
Maybe he'll go back to her, maybe he won't. In the same way maybe you're a Janine, and maybe you're a Lucille.
She shuts the door, quietly, and after a moment of staring at it, Negan joins you in the car.
He just sits there for a second, breathing ragged as he stares at no point in particular in front of the car.
He seems to settle on something eventually, eyes darting in an unreadable pattern.
Negan is looking at all the chips in the paint on the garage that Lucille left with her car over the years, counting them, but how would you know that? How would you know that she practically begged him to repaint every weekend for the past ten years, including this one?
It occurs to him then, that maybe he just made the worst mistake of his life.
“Negan?” You call out to him, because he told you that you could call him that when you were alone, at least before he told you to stay away from him for a while.
He looks at you, seeing your hands locked onto his duffle so tightly your knuckles have turned white, and he realizes that you're afraid.
Of course you would be. He's afraid, it's no wonder you're quaking in your boots.
“I'm sorry I yelled at you, kid,” He sniffles, reaching up to stroke his hand over your hairline and cheek. He loves the way you lean into it, instinctively seeking comfort from one of the only people you've deemed safe. “Everything's gonna be okay, I promise… This was a long time comin’. –Karma, or whatever you want to call it.”
You nod, but he can tell you still don't really have a good grasp on the situation that just unfolded.
There's so much he still hasn't told you, and he doesn't feel like talking about it tonight. He doesn't want to have to brute force his way through another argument and end up hurting someone he loves again.
“So,” He says, louder, turning his attention to starting the car up and pulling out of the driveway. “Motel and pizza?”
You loosen your grip on the bag at his usual nature starting to return. “O-Okay.”
“Come on,” He goads, nudging you. “Doesn't that sound good to you? We could even watch that weird animated channel you like with the talking animals.”
You laugh, remembering the day he took you with him to check into the hotel that the baseball team was going to stay at.
“Cartoon network?” You fill in, trying to sound as offended by the accusation as possible. “I was only watching that because it was on in the lobby…”
Negan shoots you a look, one brow cocked in a challenge.
You'd been staring at the screen so enamored and dewey eyed it was a surprise you weren't drooling down your shirt like a psychiatric patient on sedatives.
He knows you. Certainly well enough that he knows you love that shit. Who wouldn't? It's comforting, and sugary, and everything gets wrapped up in a neat little bow by the end of every twenty minute episode. So even if he doesn't like it, he'll watch it if that's what makes you happy.
You flush, looking away as your voice heightens with embarrassment from being caught enjoying something so stereotypically childish. “Yes, please.”
Negan & Rick piece that I drew for college in response to the prompt ‘symmetry’.
They both have their signature weapons, a skull, and some flowers. Negan’s flowers are hellebore which symbolises danger/misfortune, the red spider lily which symbolises loss, abandonment & Hell, and aconite which symbolises fear, trepidation & respect. Rick’s flowers are chamomile which symbolises endurance, renewal, calm in the face of challenges, inner strength & healing, violet which symbolises honesty, protection, dreams, healing, remembrance & determination, and a purple bellflower which symbolises honesty, gratitude & appreciation. I picked these flowers as I thought they suited them.
The last image is a bunch of random doodles that I just drew. We have Gabriel, Dwight, Eugene being a scaredy cat, Eugene eating a pickle, and Tara wearing her sunglasses.
