michonnegrimes:

michonnegrimes:

Loving someone means doing whatever it takes to keep them safe, right? But when did we stop loving Daryl? Aunt Maggie? Carol? The King? We didn’t. Then why does it feel that way?

Holding On To You: Pt. 4

twdsunshine:

Summary:  When Negan rescues the reader from a hospital in the early days of the apocalypse, he has no idea just how much she’ll come to mean to him.  Together, they’re strong enough to take on anything the world wants to throw at them, but she’s fighting a secret battle that he knows nothing about, and it’s about to bring everything he loves most crashing to the ground.

Pairing:  Negan x Reader

Warnings:  Language, terminal illness, mild smut

Word Count:  3,127

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Author’s Note:  This broke my heart.  Thank you for commissioning it, @negans-wife, and I hope you like the ending.  


Negan’s movements above you took you away from the world.  He hovered over you so that you barely felt his weight, just the tickle of his chest hair against your skin and the warmth that emanated from him, wrapping itself around you so that you felt safe, untouched by sickness or pain, just for the moment.  You could feel the tension in his muscles as a low groan fell from his lips, knew he was holding himself back, afraid to hurt you, to break you, and though you longed to beg him to unleash the full force of his love upon you, you knew you were too fragile to withstand the onslaught.  And so, you let your head fall back against the pillows, thin fingers biting into Negan’s forearms as he rocked slowly into you, over and over, your eyes flickering closed as you let the sensation carry you away.

True to his word, he had carried you straight from the infirmary to his bed that day, the day you’d told him the truth: you were dying.  He’d deposited you down on one side of his indulgent four-poster, your frame cushioned by his silken covers, and then he’d settled himself beside you, reaching over to ghost his fingertips over your cheek.  You could still picture the look in his eyes: not pity as you’d feared; just a deep, penetrating sadness that felt like it was cutting right into your soul.

‘It’s okay,’ you’d told him, and he’d shaken his head, eyes widening.

‘How the fuck can you say that, doll?  It’s not okay.  Nothing about this is okay.’

‘Negan-’  

‘I’ve wasted too much fucking time…’  He tailed off, before reaching for your hand, squeezing it gently.  ‘I should have been by your side every damn second.  Hell, it’s where I wanted to be.  Ever since I met you… You fixed me.  I could’ve fallen apart after Lucille died.  I could’ve crumbled right there in the hospital and let some dead thing make a decent meal out of me, but you… you gave me a reason to keep going.  You got me back on my feet and somewhere along the road…’

Again his voice faded, his gaze searching as it combed over your face, and you found yourself smiling, in spite of everything.  ‘I love you.’

‘Shit, doll, I love you too.  Should’a told you before.  I just… There was always something else going on, y’know?’

‘I know.’  In a way you were grateful for that, the distractions.  Negan had been building a future, a new world order, and it brought you some comfort to know that it would keep him going when you were gone, just as you had when he’d lost his wife.  He’d throw himself in to expanding, refining, doing whatever was needed to make the place work as he pictured, and it would bring him peace, you hoped; soften his grief, at least during the daylight hours.  ‘Look, I don’t want you to be sad, okay?’

‘How can I not be?’  Negan had sighed, brushing his lips over your knuckles, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought against a wave of emotion.  ‘I don’t even know how much longer I’ve got with you, sweetheart.  I can’t imagine this place without you.’

‘We can’t count the days,’ you told him decisively, rallying yourself.  One of you needed to be strong.  ‘We can’t.  It’s too hard.  We don’t know for sure how long I’ve got.  So, we’ll make the days count, instead, okay?  Promise me.’

‘We will, doll.  I swear.’

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Oh my god…I’m not exaggerating in any way when I’m saying I’m fucking sobbing my heart out right now. This was so beautifully written and it was still so damn brutal and heartbreaking, I can’t even put in words what kind of mass of emotions this chapter made me fell. I’ll definitely need some time to get over this one…

(But to raise the mood a little, I just saw that you got engaged, congratulations!!! And the ring is so beautiful as well!😊)

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jaaryl: Daaron  → Season 9 Remember way back …

jaaryl:

Daaron 

Season 9

Remember way back when I told you you’d make a great father? You got to skip the exploding diapers part, but I was right. A lot’s changed. Back then, we were still building bridges.

hilariesjeffrey:

hilariesjeffrey:

you’re my mom. you chose to be. because you love me, and I love you.

mirainagasu:

mirainagasu:

judith grimes in her cat costume during episode 9.14 of the walking dead 💞

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andy-clutterbuck:

andy-clutterbuck:

Bless you, Rick Grimes. Thank you.

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