warnings/tags: fluff, daryl and reader shyly yearning, smoking, mentions of abuse, daryl confides in you, sharing snacks and cigs with your dreamy crush
daryl was on the couch, wrapped up in your favorite white blanket, smoking a cigarette. his face was calm, almost contemplative, despite his state. the space under his right eye was dark, tinged with purple and green, a scuff mark on his left cheekbone.
he’d escaped to your place again.
you came out from the den kitchen with a bowl of cherries, letting the juice burst on your tongue. daryl couldn’t help but let his eyes wander up to your lips, watching the way you moved. you hypnotized him.
“what’s wrong?” you asked him, noting the way he looked at you. “you’re starin’.”
“nothin’,” daryl said shyly, finding the courage to keep his eyes on you. “jus lookin’ at you.”
you scoffed under your breath, bare feet on the carpet as you made your way into the den. you sat down next to daryl, sinking into the couch cushions, relieved that your fan was still working. late june brought in cooler nights, but the den always seemed to trap the heat.
maybe it was daryl, snuggled up in that blanket.
you pushed back into the cushions beside him, and he let you stay close. he smelled of laundry and fresh smoke, something clean and fragile and cracked down the middle. daryl never told you, but he secretly loved smelling like you, being wrapped up in the security of your blanket. your house was safe to him, a sanctuary he could return to again and again when hiding became unsure.
“wanna go?” he offered, holding out the cigarette to you. you took it from his hand, holding it carefully between your fingers. daryl watched as you inhaled, savoring the bitter, earthy taste. marlboros had always been your favorite. it was something you and daryl bonded over.
you hadn’t a clue how to do all the little tricks he did with the smoke; the rings, the swirls, the french inhale that made you swoon. you tried anyway, inhaling too quick and landing hard with a pathetic cough.
“easy,” he chuckled, reaching a hand up to soothe your back. “you just kinda… do it. like this.”
and he did, just as casual as he’d spoken. he took the cigarette from you, a warm ache in his chest at the taste of your lip balm on the edge. he parted his lips and blew slowly, rings of smoke drifting away.
“no fair,” you grumbled, pouting and leaning into him.
“oh, shut up,” daryl jabbed, but his tone was soft. “you know I’ll teach ya.”
he handed the cigarette to you, but didn’t pull away. “here.”
he held it to your lips, and you melted. daryl’s heart may as well have blew into bits at the sight of you. you breathed in, simply holding onto the taste of him, mingling with the tobacco. the nicotine buzz was getting to your head. you let it go, smoke curling away from your lips.
daryl let you stay close, one hand sneaking down to steal some cherries, the other blindly passing his cigarette back and forth between you. he felt a little terrible for crashing in your den time and time again, but it wouldn’t be that bad if he stayed at your house for a couple more days.
ough the angst potentional they could have with them having some relationship with negan,,,,
small idea below,,,, i swear im working on my requests,,,, uni is eating me out and this thought has plauged my mind
imagine being carl's older sibling who went away for uni pre-apoc, you tried your best to go back home when you heard about your dad being shot.
you were too late and by then the outbreak has taken over the city, you have to leave not knowing if any of your family is alive. it's a struggle getting through it all but you still do it.
times passes, you've made a home for yourself in a small dead town. there's little to no walkers near the town. you spend most days outside make sure your garden is fine.
you've made friends with a man named Negan, he visit every once in a while. you don't know too much about what he does but you enjoy your time together. your relationship might grow a bit into something more, nothing is set in stone but there's always a vibe between the two of you.
one day as you do your routine like usual, you meet carl again. it's a sweet reunion as he rushes up to you while you're just watering your plants. you couldn't believe he was still alive, rick soon follows behind him after he had run off. seeing the sight in front of him he's never been happier.
they ask you to join them on their journey, even just for a short while. you couldn't say no, seeing them all again was like a dream come true. you hop in their rv and ride along for a bit, challenges come up along the road.
now you're all in a line, waiting for what to happen next. seeing negan stepping out you didn't want to believe it, you kept your head low just hoping it was someone with the same name, same voice, same hair.... you were just lying to yourself.
it was him, the man who had been nothing but kind to you now threatening your fathers group. negan's eyes scanned the group before landing back on you, he knew now your image of him was totally ruined.
he spent so long cultivating this image of him as a kind man, now you knew he wasn't who he says he was. he couldn't go back now, he was too deep you now knew what he truly did as the leader of his group.
he just continues on, acting like the one person he's had sexual tension with for the past couple of months isn't there on their knees. he can't help but let it slip he knows you right after he kills abraham. most of ricks group doesn't enjoy learning how close you were to this man, not after seeing what he just did.
negan doesn't stop there, after daryl's outburst glenn is next. the sight sickens you, you never knew these people for more than an hour but with how violent their death was you couldn't help but feel sorrow.
of course negan won't kill you, that'd be even worse for him.
he'll just drag you back to the sanctaury, you'll learn to adjust soon.
hiiii!!! love your work :)) just a request for a negan handjob fic. just giving this old man a hj while he’s doing cropwork or smth and him struggling to keep his voice down bc he’s rly loud tyyyy
Negan stood in the crop field, doing his job as he should. Having little trust given by the Alexandria residents, he had you keep watch over him. Standing off to the side, your eyes stayed locked onto his body as he worked.
“Enjoying the view?” Negan always tried to joke with you; sometimes he got a reaction, other times you would scoff.
“Yeah, I love seeing a sweaty old man tending to the crops.” Your words got a laugh out of Negan. You couldn't deny that seeing the sweat dripping down his forehead did something to you.
“Well, I'll work even harder so you can enjoy the view more.” His teasing tone wasn’t lost on you. You could never tell how serious he was with his flirting. He didn’t flirt with anyone else in Alexandria aside from you, but still, you always brushed it off as a joke.
“Maybe you’ll also finally get some work done.” The jesting between the two of you continued as Negan slaved away. Growing more bored by the second, you couldn't stop your eyes from traveling down Negan's body.
Could you be blamed for getting so distracted? The way he looked in the blazing sun was enough to get you excited. You wanted to show him a good time, and you doubted he had gotten any play since being here.
“Why don't I help you?” You moved over to where he was working. Moving behind him, your chest touching his back.
“Do you think I need some help?” as he spoke, your hands touched his, directing them around the crops.
“Come on, I just want to have a bit of fun with you.”
“Well then, I think you and I have very different ideas of fun.”
“Oh? And what kind of fun do you like?” Your mouth was nearly kissing his ear with how close you were.
“The kind that involves us in bed, of course.” You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his words.
“Do you even have enough stamina for something like that?”
“I have more than enough to fuck you and everyone else here.” You had to stifle a laugh. He had a big ego for a man who had practically nothing to his name now.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t even be able to think after cumming just once.”
“Why don't we test it out then?”
“Why not?” Without waiting for a response, you let your hands explore his body a bit before reaching his crotch. The feeling of your hands so close to his cock made Negan feel better than he has felt in a while. Sure, he had been able to get himself off at night, but having someone else do it was something he had missed.
“You better know what you’re doing.” You just hummed in response lett your hand slip into his underwear. It didn't take long for you to grab hold of his dick.
“You’re bigger than I thought.”
“I'm not just—hah—all talk.” The small moan that came out of him wasn’t something you expected.
“Wow, that eager, huh?” You couldn’t resist teasing him; it seemed so unlike him to moan so freely.
“Just haven’t had someone as—ah—pretty as you helping me o–ut.” Negan's hand moved up to cover his mouth; he was growing more embarrassed by each sound he made. You couldn't help but chuckle as you continued moving your hand slowly up and down his shaft
“Come on, I wanna hear you.” As you spoke, you let one of your fingers start to rub his tip, getting him to let out even sweeter moans.
“Don't mmph—want others to h-hear.” He tried his best to muffle each soft noise that dripped out of his mouth to no avail. Your other hand came up to his, pulling his hand down to his side.
“Let me hear you just for a bit, no one's around.” Negan just nodded his head; he was already too nervous to open his mouth in case he let out another involuntary noise. You were too good with your hands as you started to tease his slit.
Your hands were much softer than his own, and paired with your alluring voice, it was doing wonders for him. Feeling the pre-cum leaking out of his tip, you smirked. “Getting excited?”
He nodded his head. You couldn’t help the snicker that escaped you. He looked so desperate as you continued to tease his tip. “Come on, I wanna hear you.”
“Yes, hah—” just as he answered, you gave his shaft a good, long stroke. You loved the way his body squirmed and even more how his cock pulsed in your hand.
“That's good.” you continued stroking his dick every couple of seconds, going as slow as you possibly could. From the corner of your eye, you noticed another member of Alexandria making their way over, the crops thankfully covering up the shameful action you were doing.
“Better be quiet, someone else seems to be getting closer.” Negan cock just throbbed harder at the thought of someone catching the two of you. He knew that if you kept on teasing him, he wouldn’t be able to hold back from letting out more moans. This time, you let him cover his mouth as you continued to play with him.
The other worker just walked over to the other side of the field, completely ignoring the two of you. “That was close. We almost got exposed. Would’ve been so embarrassing to have someone see you moaning like a little bitch just from this.” Even with his hand clasped over his mouth, you could still hear his muffled whines.
It was just too perfect. He kept on squirming under your touch. For a second, he uncovered his mouth to ask for one thing. “F-Faster hah—” You decided to listen to him for once, picking up your pace, each stroke sending shivers down his spine. He was so desperate to finish, and you could feel it.
Negan started to lean over, trying so hard to be quiet, but it wasn't working. Each rub seemed to drive him more insane. His brain was turning to mush with the only thing on his mind was getting to cum. You could see the pleasure adorning his face as you continued to fondle his cock.
“Just a little bit longer,” You leaned down and whispered into his ear. Negan couldn't take it anymore his cock was pulsing in your hand as you gave him a final rub off. Strings of his cum spurted out landing on the nearby walkway.
“F-Fuck!” Finally getting his release, Negan couldn't stay quiet anymore. He didn't care if anyone heard him; he felt better than he had in a long time.
“Are you alright over there?” The other worker called out from across the field. You gave him a quick thumbs up before grinning at Negan’s sweaty body. This time, the sweat wasn't from just the sun.
Hey I just discovered ur page since negan x reader tag has been so dry lately wow. I love ur writng
I just wanna drop a request for some good ol negan x reader back to like prison era. Him being touch starved and like can’t get enough of you is so yum like I actually need him so bad. Usually he’s a top because like cmon he’s negan but he likes bottoming now bc I said so idk 😭. Reader calls him daddy.
Every day that passed being stuck in the same cell was driving Negan crazy. He had nothing to do but stare at the walls alone with his thoughts. His only comfort came from you: the only person to consistently visit him. Sure, it was just to give him his meal, but still, he wasn’t complaining.
Like clockwork, he listened as you came down to see him. A tray of food in hand and the same slightly annoyed expression on your face. “Back so soon? Miss me that much?” His words made you even more irritated. If there was one thing Negan knew how to do well, it was somehow always getting on your nerves.
“What? No response? Come on, I'm a changed man.” You opened the cell, dropping in the tray before closing it back up. “I swear it’s like I'm talking to a brick wall here. I mean, I already got enough here. I don’t need a fourth one.” You had to stifle a laugh at his dumb joke.
“Come on, pretty, I can see that smile trying to get out.” The way he spoke sent butterflies to your stomach. Still, you tried your best to just ignore him. “I’m all alone down here, can’t you spare me some of your time?”
“You’re in here for a reason.” You tried your best to keep a firm tone with him; you knew he was good at getting into people's heads. Negan let out a dramatic sigh at your words. hHe had tried to convince everyone he had changed, but no one seemed to believe him.
“Like I said, I'm a changed man. Do you have no sympathy or respect for your elders?”
“Sure you are.”
“Once again, just leaving me high and dry, can’t even spare some kindness.” Your eyes were going to end up in the back of your head soon; everything he said just made you roll them again and again. “Come on, I’m an old lonely man. Can’t even spare me the time of day?”
“No, not for you.”
“Well then, how can I change your mind?” You just ignored him, finally opening his cell door and sliding in the tray of food. “Going quiet on me? I thought I was getting somewhere.”
“There is nothing you could do to convince me you’re a changed man.”
“It’s talk like that that’ll keep you behind your peers. You have to open your heart and mind to allow new experiences to shape you.” Oh, how badly you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face. “Don’t give me that look.” You weren’t exactly hiding the look of annoyance that decorated your face.
Negan knew you weren't exactly happy listening to him, but that wasn’t going to get him to shut up. “You can’t blame me, I just want to show you a good time. I mean, I took care of my wives in more ways than one. I know what I'm talking about.”
“I’m not exactly compelled to believe you.”
“Then let me show you.”
“Are you even big enough to please anyone?” Your jab made him stop just for a second.
“Going straight for the throat, I see. I've got a big enough package, I can assure you. I mean, they don't call me big daddy for nothing.” His cocky tone wasn’t lost on you.
“I don’t believe anyone calls you that.”
“Maybe not, but it’s what they’re thinking.” You just stared at him, and silence fell between the two of you as you waited. Only lasting a minute, but it still felt longer.
“Well? Aren’t you going to show me?” you finally broke the silence. Negan choked on his own words.
“I thought you would never ask.” It wasn’t as if Negan would have another chance like this, and he certainly wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Without a second thought, Negan got his lower half undressed.
You now knew for sure that he was not lying about his size. Fuck, you barely got to play inside Alexandria yourself. You couldn’t pass up on something like this; you don’t even know if anyone else could get bigger than him.
“Well then, let me take you for a test drive.” You entered his cell. Part of you, the more rational part, was telling you to just turn around and forget you ever saw it, but your more perverse side wanted to see what he could do with that.
“Well then, why don't you bend over for me, pretty?”
“Oh no, if we’re doing this, we do it my way.” You weren't going to have him be the one in control, not this time at least. Your hands move up to his chest, pushing him slightly. Such a small touch, and yet it had Negan reeling for more. He hadn’t felt like this in a while.
“Well then, lead the way,” he let you manoeuvre him onto his flimsy cell bed. He was only a man; there was no way he could just resist after so long with only himself. You quickly took off your pants and underwear before climbing on top of him.
Straddling his hips, you could feel the excitement growing in you, having a man who used to be so feared below you made you feel a way you had never felt before. You could already feel his tip poking at your hole. “Already that excited?”
“Can you blame me?” You just shrugged, slowly you allowed his cock to enter your tight hole. Negan wanted you to just slam on. His hands went upwards to your hips, trying to yank you down.
“Uh-uh.” You grabbed his wrists, pinning them up above his head. “I’m the one in control this time.” This was certainly going to be a first for Negan.
“Well then, I'll let you have your fun just this once.” Negan couldn't deny that the thought of handing over control to someone else made him more excited than he thought it would. You kept up your slow pace, just inching onto him.
It was more agonizing than he thought it would be; it was all just a massive tease. Once you slithered down onto him, you just had to wait there. You were definitely taking more than you could handle.
You could feel his cock pulsating inside you, and he felt even larger inside of you. “Told you I was packing, didn’t believe me, did you, pretty?”
“Well, you’re—ngh—not the most trustworthy guy.” You had never felt so full in your life; every wall of your hole was filled with him. It felt too good, god, the shame building inside of you mixed with the pleasure already made you feel crazy.
“Aww, I'm hurt, pretty. I thought you trusted me. I mean, you are bouncing on my cock like a slut right now.”
“Shut up.” Your words were strained; it had been a while since you had done this as well. A flush of red grew on your face as you tried to keep your body under control. You were going to wipe that smug smirk off of his face by the end of this, you just knew it.
“Shut up? But I'm just getting started. Unlike you, I could talk through this whole thing no problem, a tight hole isn’t going to drive me crazy.” His words pushed you over the edge. Rising up, you quickly slammed straight back down on him, the sheer amount of pleasure that coursed through his body was not something he expected.
Negan quickly shut up; he never thought a single bounce would make him feel like that. Being alone for months definitely changed him in ways he didn’t expect. “Maybe you should stick to going slow.” Negan already sounded out of breath just for a single bounce; you weren’t going to listen to him.
“Oh my apologies, sir.” That name rolled off your tongue like it was made just for him. Your free hands started to trail down his stomach, resting right above his crotch. You used it to balance as your pace began to quicken. Going up and down, Negan’s eyes tried to follow your body's movements, but it just made him dizzy.
“Hah—fuck, you’re t-too good.” As much as Negan tried not to let the effect you had on him show, it didn’t help at all. He was already becoming breathless just from you slamming his cock in and out of your tight, wet hole; he knew there was no way he could take any more.
“Already giving up so soon?” you teased, the sight of him panting making you want to go faster. He shook his head no. He didn’t want to give in to you so soon.
“Not yet p-pretty.” He was a bad liar. Everything to him felt like a blur: your soft touches, his cock going in and out of your hole. It all drove him mad. Seeing him so flustered drove you wild.
You couldn't stop yourself, the way his fat cock kept going in and out, all you did was just bounce, bounce, bounce. It felt like you were in a trance, going up and down riding him like you had never ridden a dick before. You could feel him getting closer, but you didn’t want the fun to end just yet.
“Not yet, sir.” Your voice had a seductive tone to it, just seeing him a blushing mess was enough to satisfy you. You let go of his wrists; he was too out of it to even try to move his hands, instead just letting them fall.
“I’m hah—so close.” he had a couple of tears escape his eyes as he spoke; he really was becoming so pathetic. You just made sure to stay right on him.
“Come on, you said you could take this.” Your hands moved up his chest, giving it a good squeeze. “You love this, don’t you, sir?” Negan couldn’t stop the downright pathetic sounds that were escaping his mouth; he wanted so badly for you to keep going.
It was all so new to him, the way you took over doing things he never thought of doing. He craved your touch, and now, finally getting it was making his head spin. “Yes, yes…” Negan struggled to speak; the pleasure had melted his mind.
“You can take more, can’t you, sir?” The way the title just rolled off your tongue increased the amount of pleasure he was getting. With a mushy brain, Negan just kept on nodding his head, drool peeking out of the corner of his mouth, starting to dribble down his face.
“Drooling, that isn’t like you now, is it?” you mocked. He couldn’t even respond. “Look at you, too fucked out of your mind? Where did all that big talk go, huh?” You loved seeing him so close to the edge; keeping him there was an even sweeter pleasure.
“Please, pretty.” His head lulled back, and your tight hole squeezing his dick was too much. You weren't even moving, now you're just staying stuck on him. “Please—hah—” He so badly needed you to keep going, to finally let him release all his pent-up frustration.
“Not yet. You told me you could last longer than this, sir.” Seeing how much your teasing was affecting him only made you want to do it more. Your hands travelled back down to his hips. “Just a little bit longer.”
“I can’t—ngh!”
“You can’t or won’t?” Seeing his face twisted in pleasure and pain just made you want to never move again. Still, you decided to be nice, lifting yourself up and watching his face. Negan thought you were finally going to let him finish. You slammed yourself straight back down onto him, but it wasn’t enough.
“No, no, a bit more please.” he couldn’t take it, the way you just smirked, knowing what you were doing to him.
“Just be patient, I'll finish you off soon, sir.” He couldn’t be patient, not while your hands moved so softly across his torso, not while your hole was squeezing just a bit too tight around him. It was all too much.
You just let yourself relax, hands roaming his body. Even with all of your touch, he still wanted, no, needed more. He had been alone for so long. No one there to give him these kinds of touches, and here you were like an angel coming down to hold him so softly.
“Pretty—” his voice was strained, he couldn’t take it anymore. A couple of tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he tried to hold back. He looked so pretty, practically begging for his release.
“Not yet.” You couldn’t stop yourself; you wanted to keep him on edge. With how pathetic he looked just begging underneath you, anyone else would've felt the same. You let your fingers dance around his chest, playing with his nipples just for a minute.
Every squeeze and twirl had him squirming under you; he was so close, all he needed was you. “Just a bit longer…” You couldn't help it; he was a sopping, wet mess just ready and waiting for you.
“Are you ready, sir?”
“Please—” his pleading was cut off as you started back up again. It wasn’t long before he burst. The overwhelming pleasure fried his brain as you felt his cum fill up your insides. You came right alongside him, writhing in pleasure. Keeling over, you lay on top of him.
Your sweaty bodies practically merged into one, both of your pants filling the air as you both enjoyed your climaxes.
“T-told you I could handle it.” You were going to make him eat those words again.
