Halloween Special & entry for @underatedcharactersunite “7 Minutes in Heaven” writing challenge!
I had so much fun writing this so hopefully you’ll enjoy it too and check out the other works of the participating authors!🎃🖤
Summary: When the reader finally decided to follow Negan’s invitation to a halloween party, little did she know that an unexpected game would reveal more than just a surprising confession.
My prompt: “Bottle of Whiskey”
Music was echoing through the hallways, bouncing off the cold stone as it streamed through the air and filled up your way.
You got closer to its source with each step you took as you fumbled nervously on the sleeves of the dress that was swinging around your body, soft, dark red fabric that felt blissfully on your skin.
A shivering breath left your lips as you reached up, readjusting the hood of the dress a little bit and gulped quietly as you entered the next and last hallway before getting to your destination, the halloween party whose host had gifted you the exact dress that was engulfing your body in these moments.
Its hood and the deep red color gave away the intended costume pretty fast, even though you could tell by the sumptuous fabric and its subtle style that it definitely hadn’t been just some costume you could buy in some shop before shit hit the fan, but rather a piece you could find in a pretty little boutique.
You could still see Negan’s roguish grin when he had gifted it to you just days ago, telling you with a wink that you could take the dress as a personal way of his to invite you to the party.
He had been gone as fast as he had come, giving you no chance to protest the luxurious gift or even give him an answer to the invitation.
And till an hour ago, you hadn’t even known the answer yourself.
You’d wanted to see him, if you were honest there was nothing else you wanted as much but you had your reasons for your doubts.
You actually liked him, not directly because of his position as the strong leader but rather because of the things he said and did when he was around you.
The visits on your work.
The times he ate alone with you in the kitchen.
The moments he spent with you during your breaks.
And hell, so much more.
And all of them filled with his odd but entertaining sense of humor, his charm, his roguish grin that kept dancing over his lips but also, and that was something that seemed to stay hidden from most people, his other, if you even dared to say so, softer sides.
So his invite had for sure elicited an excited warmth within you and had kept a large smile on your face for the rest of the evening until you had fallen into your bed and old fears began to sneak up as soon as the light was shut down and darkness began to surround you.
What if this all was just one sided and you were actually misinterpreting all of it?
Negan was a charmer, a big one, and even though the feeling liked to sneak up in you to tell you that he might see something in you, there still was this little devil on your shoulder telling that you were just a nice time killer.
Just as it told you that the dress you were wearing was no evidence for anything, he had six wives who were getting tons of those black dresses, one red one didn’t show anything.
And those wives were just adding onto this, if you were honest, they were probably the main reason you doubted to come.
Only the thought of him with them made you feel sick to the stomach, let alone the chance that you might have to see them swirling around him tonight.
Your stomach tightened again in response to your train of thought, keeping the uneasiness in you alive as you felt the cold metal of the final door pressing into your palm.
You could still always leave, right?
With this last thought you breathed out and pushed the handle down, let the music hit you as the darkened room that was filled here and there with some colorful lights took you in.
The door shut fell into its lock behind you as your eyes roamed through the room, along the people wearing provisory costumes and whose attention laid mostly on the drinks in their hands and the people around them that gave each of them a break from the cruel world outside.
Your gaze wandered around the room, caught a strongly buzzed Simon rushing through groups of people as fast as his state let him while a loud laughter left his lips each time he tried to start a conversation with anyone in his way.
Your eyes caught caught all this but no bunch of black dresses.
A first bit of relief began to wash into you as your eyes began to double check, wandering over the faces of all the guests you could see but still, they weren’t here.
And just as you allowed yourself to breath with a little more ease, your eyes caught the reason you were actually standing in this room.
He sat alone at the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand, the large, fancy looking bottle standing right next to him as he took another gulp of the amber liquid.
He looked as breathtakingly handsome as ever, no doubt, even though his appearance was slightly changed for this night.
He was all in black, his usual leatherjacket clinging to his broad shoulders, a black shirt underneath that was as dark as his pants and the boots that were free from any dried mud the days around the Sanctuary’s compound usually left on them.
A pair of dark gray wolf ears was finishing his outfit, sticking right out of his black hair and letting him match more than ever the look of the big bad wolf.
Much to your surprise he didn’t seem to enjoy the party as much as you had expected, his jaw was clenched beneath the salt and pepper beard that peppered his face as he swallowed the whiskey and stared over the edge of the glass into emptiness.
Should you walk up to him?
Or should you just wait until he noticed you?
Just as this debate began to form in your head it got taken away from you as a pair of hazel eyes meet yours, glancing at you as they slightly widened and the frown that had pressed over his face got replaced by an excited grin.
“There she is!”, you could hear him say, loud enough for you to hear it on the other side of the room while the glance in his eyes and the gravel of his deep voice elicited a whole other kind of warmth to wash into your body and let your cheeks light up.
You were thanking the dimmed light over and over again in those moments as you saw him pushing his tall frame away from the bar, grabbing the glass, the bottle of whiskey and his bat that was resting beside him before strutting over to you.
You could tell by his walk that he’s had a good bit of the whiskey already, a little tipsy if you looked close enough even though the sound of his voice had still been steady, not a hint of slurring, differently to his second hand man who was still rushing through the room.
“Hey there, doll”, Negan chuckled, the smirk spreading wider over his face as he let his tongue run over his lower lip as his eyes ran over your body and brought the heat in you to rise with each passing second, “Shit, you look hot as hell. Fuckin’ beautiful…knew it would look great on ya.”
“Thanks”, you said, feeling a smile on your face growing as he nodded over to a nearby bar table, hinting at you to move over to its place in the corner of the room.
“Almost thought you wouldn’t come anymore”,you heard him mumble as soon as he had placed the bottle and the glass on the wooded surface and leaned back over to you.
His voice wasn’t filled with any kind of accusation, rather a mix of relief and a bit disappointment sounding through its deepness before he lightened up again and rose his voice with another chuckle, “Whatever, doesn’t matter, you’re here now!”
“You want something to drink? Can get ya anything you want. Hell, we can share this nice ass whiskey or I’ll get you some other shit…just think tequila and gin will be hard to get a damn grasp on, Simon’s watching like some fuckin’ broody hen over that crap”, he said, laughing quietly as he glanced over to Simon before looking back at you, his eyes nearly analyzing your face before he let out another throaty chuckle ,”But if you want hell, I’ll throw myself in a fight with him. Lucille’s thirsty too.”
He grinned down to his bat as you let out a small laugh, feeling how you grew more and more comfortable, just like the tingling in your stomach did.
“Oh, I bet she i-”
“Aaaand our first pair is-”, you suddenly heard Simon slur loudly, darting your attention to his figure within a group of people, gesturing even more excessively than he usually did as he looked into the faces of his bystanders ,”Can I get some drum roll!”
He laughed out, shoving up the sleeves of his shirt before he swung his arms around, until his fingertip ended up pointing right into your direction.
“The big man and his-”, he grumbled, circling his finger as long as his drunk mind was searching for the right words before they blustered out of him,”His little red ridin’ hood”
“What the hell’s that?”, Negan scoffed, turning around to his second hand man, the frown from before spreading over his features again in response to the sudden interruption.
“Seven minutes in heaven”, Simon blurted out, grinning satisfied about his glorious drunk idea.
“Come on Simon, we’re not in fuckin’ high school anymore”, Negan scoffed, running a palm over his salt and pepper beard as a growl left his lips.
“You can play the advanced version too…if y’know what I mean, boss”, Simon drunkenly grinned, stepping a little closer as he suggestively raised his thick brows and nodded towards the door on the other side of the room, “Big bad wolf devours the red rid-”
“Shut up”, Negan cut him growling off, shooting him a warning glare that Simon’s boozed brain didn’t seem to quiet get.
“Come on, Boss man”, he grumbled, his curled fist nudging Negan’s leather call arms as you began to realize that Simon wouldn’t let it be.
Another annoyed and helpless huff left Negan’s lips as he was looking at his second hand man who allowed himself way more than he’d ever do in a sober state.
You grew more restless before you let out a sigh and reached out to Negan’s arm, letting your fingers grasp his sleeve to get his attention.
“We can just go over, he’s drunk as fuck…I don’t think he’ll stop otherwise”, you mumbled as soon as his hazel eyes met yours in the dimmed light, raising his brows questionably. His glance wandered over you, not in the hungry, suggestive way you would usually expect, but rather testing, maybe even a little concerned: “That okay for you?”
You nodded, even though the suggestive glances of the people surrounding Simon would be enough to give anyone doubt, no matter the fact that you knew Negan wouldn’t push you to anything if you agreed to go.
Still, there was this odd tingling in your stomach that seemed to grow with each passing second before you caught Simon grinning at you.
“Oh someone wanna gets fuc-”
“Shut up, Simon or I swear I’ll rip that stupid mustache off your damn face”, Negan growled, his eyes piercing through the shorter man in front of him before he clenched his jaw and glanced back at you, “Lets get away from that drunk asshole.”
“Some damn crap…”, Negan mumbled as he walked after you into the faintly lighted room, his hands carrying the whiskey and his bat before he placed the bottle on the table in the middle of the room and leaned Lucille against its edge.
“They probably expect me to fuck your brains out now”, a small snort left his lips before he looked at you, stopping abruptly as he got a little closer and and ran a palm over his jaw, noticing the way you looked at him.“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…no fuckin’ pressure here. We can just sit down and sip that delicious whiskey.”
You wanted to be close to him, of course you did, in one way or another, but not with this dumb game. There was a temptation lingering in its depths, the chance to at least feel his lips on yours, feel his hands running over your body but there was still something else holding you back, telling you that this wasn’t the way to go.
Noticing your first hesitation he plopped down on the chair, taking the further decision from you as he nodded at the chair diagonally from his, only the table’s edge parting you.
Sitting down you could see him reaching out to another clean glass on the table before he nudged it towards you and began to pour some whiskey into both of your glasses, sipping on its amber liquid as soon as he could get a grasp on it.
“Why did you come so late?”, he asked after a short moment of silence, licking the liquor from his lips before his hazel eyes met yours again, “That’s no fuckin’ accusation…just wondering.”
Didn’t want to take the chance to see your tarted up wives wiggling around you and risk throwing up if I had to see you leaving with them.
That’s what was rushing through your head, but it wasn’t leaving your mouth, in no way you were gonna just give that away and make yourself look like some desperate little fool in front of him.
So instead you cupped the fancy glass in your hands, played nervously around its sharp cut edges and decided to tell the best fitting alternative you could bring up that was still filled with truth, even though not so specific.
“Wasn’t sure if that was my place to be.”
“Didn’t give you that great ass dress for nothing”, he said back as soon as your voice had hushed, sipping on the whiskey with a small grin as he gestured swiftly at the red fabric engulfing your body.
“Hmm?”, he mumbled, taking another thick gulp of his whiskey as you gulped, unsure if you should tell the truth this time.
You glanced up at him, giving him a little helpless smile as you knew that by the moments that had passed by now you had to tell before you raised your voice, more bittersweetness mixing into it than you liked.
“You got six wives you give tons of dresses to. It’s nothing someone can be smug about…that’s nothing special.”
“Well, you are”, he startled you with his quick answer as he suddenly began to glance down at his glass and the bottle beside it, turning quieter and more hesitant while a wave of surprise and warmth rushed through your veins,”They’re not here for a reason. Didn’t want them here…with you.”
You could feel your mouth beginning to gap softly open in surprise as you stared at him, still not sure if that what had just left his lips was real or just a ridiculous mirage, meant to trick you and show you what you longed for only to turn out to vanish into thin air.
“Now who do you think did I throw this party for?”, Negan said, raising his brows as if he was astounded by your astonishment.
“But why-?”, just left your lips, your voice soft and still filled with surprise as you glanced at him and caught the way his eyes began to slowly burn into yours.
“Heard you talking ‘bout it to that guy on a run…just wanted to give you a lil’ treat”, he mumbled, glancing down as the big bad wolf suddenly seemed not as pumped up with confidence as usual, but rather unsure of what was to come next.
For a moment, you put your surprise and the warmth his words had elicited back, remembering the conversation with the younger Savior.
You could still hear him pointing out that the 31th was coming soon, how you had told each other what you had done on Halloween with friends or even family, swinging for a moment in nostalgia, even if it was just short and briefly.
All that but you had never thought Negan had noticed.
“Know how important those fucking memories can be…or at least that what we can carry with us into this shithole of a world”, he interrupted your train of thought as you caught him glancing for the split of a second down to his bat before a small bittersweet chuckle left his lips, “Wasn’t even the answer to your question, huh?”
You said nothing, not because of his question, but because you were still astounded by him, by what he had done for you.
That wasn’t just some dirty remark or compliment he was whispering in your ear to charm you or show you his interest, that man had organized all this in the room next door just because he thought you would like it.
That wasn’t just something flirty, that was a big heartfelt gesture you had never expected to experience again.
And you dumbass had almost not come.
Hell, now you could understand his questions, the small remark about thinking you wouldn’t show up anymore, and you began to feel terrible about it.
“Fuck, you make me nervous like some fuckin’ teenage boy”, he suddenly chuckled, the things the whiskey was doing to him slightly showing in his glance and the way his laugh rumbled through his broad chest ,”Now that’s something you can be fucking smug about.”
“Fuck…I’m talking too much…fuckin’ whiskey”, he said the next moment, shaking his head as he ran his palm over his beard and stared down at the liquid in his glass.
“No…it’s fine”, you softly mumbled before you gulped slightly,“I didn’t tell you the whole answer to your question either.”
Negan’s brows perked up, curiosity and a little surprise twinkling in his eyes as you gave yourself another push.
“I didn’t want to see them with you”, you grumbled, leaving his glance to nervously switch to the large bottle of whiskey that was ,”That’s why.”
“Really?”, you heard him say, the slight astonishment in his voice letting you glance back a him while his signature grin began to finally spread back over his lips.
“Don’t even think about teasing me ‘bout it”, you mumbled, loosing up as you chuckled quietly and nudging his knee slightly beneath the table while you caught his grin growing wider.
“Don’t worry”, he grumbled, chuckling throatily as his large hand reached out to yours and gave it a soft but teasing squeeze, before he took another gulp of his whiskey and nodded toward you,“You can tease me back too. Gave you the best fucking content for that crap.”
“Hmm”, you mumbled in approval, grinning and softly chuckling as a pleasant and excited cocktail of emotions rushed through your veins that just got intensified as Negan’s hand kept cupping yours, his thumb slowly brushing over the hand of your back.
“But thank you…for this all”, you mumbled as you slowly glanced up into his eyes,”And sorry for coming so late, I just-”
“No need to thank me and don’t you be sorry, you couldn’t know. Planning was a little fucking off…my ass just had to get fuckin’ used to doing that kinda stuff again…for someone”, he mumbled stopping for a moment before he glanced back at you,”And like I said, you’re here, that’s fucking all that matters.”
A smile mixed into the grin on your lips as the genuineness in his voice just let the warmth flowing through your body grow and made you feel how your cheeks began to glow.
To your surprise, instead of making another remark he just let out another chuckle, glanced for a moment at your intertwined hands before his eyes captured yours again, keeping them locked to his while it suddenly became completely quiet in the room, only the music and voices of the people next door sounding softly through to you.
You could feel the tension growing in the air, spanning in between you as his touch and his glance let the growing warmth seep into every of your cells, only letting your longing for him become larger.
“Two minutes left…”, Simon suddenly yelled drunkenly through the door, eliciting a growl to fall from Negan’s lips as he atmosphere in the room got suddenly broken off by his second hand man.
“You’re not answering ‘cause you’re balls deep i-”
“Oh shut the fuck up, Simon”, Negan angrily growled, glaring at the door as he stood up, grabbing his bat just to swing it against the door’s wood, successfully silencing and chasing Simon away.
As you turned around, trying to get a better look at the door your eyes caught Negan’s hand reaching out to you, offering you a help to get back on your feet.
Sliding your hand into his, the warmth was back there, the longing was flaring up once more as he lifted you with ease on your feet, letting you land right in front of him, only a few inches parting you.
The sudden movement let the hood of your dress fall back, landing softly on your back as your eyes first met Negan’s again, catching his glance burning into you as he quietly chuckled.
“Shit, let me get that for ya”, he grumbled, reaching up and around your neck to grasp the hood and place it over the back of your head once more.
“Damn…”, he grumbled, leaving his hands at the side of your face, his eyes nearly analyzing it as the ran over your features.
“Alright, two more minutes till we’re out…”, he mumbled, his glance still as intense as before until they landed back to lock with yours, “Hell, we can just wait it out, unless you-”
He stopped, the hunger spreading further over his face as it elicited the heat to rise in your body, unlocking more of the yearning you were feeling for him and the urge to finally feel his lips on yours.
“We can try, right?”, you suddenly softly mumbled, surprised by yourself as your emotions were taking charge, overpowering any doubtful thoughts and talked for you, creating a flickering in Negan’s eyes that let the butterflies in your stomach go wild.
“Yeah, we can fuckin’ try”, he grumbled back, his hands finally cupping your face as he leaned down, his hot breath brushing over your skin until his lips finally captured yours.
The tingling warmth and smokiness the whiskey was leaving on his lips mixed pleasantly with his own taste as his lips caressed over yours, testing at first, as if a small part of him expected you to still pull away.
But instead you sunk into him, felt yourself melting into his touch while deep growls rumbled through his chest as you carefully placed your hands over his leather jacket, its smooth surface brushing against his fingertips.
Negan’s careful caresses turned quickly stronger, their growing intensity elicited a content hum to travel up your throat as his large and warm hands slowly left your cheeks and wandered down until his arms could wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his tall frame.
You ran your fingers up until they tangled into his dark hair, brushing past the thin headband that was holding his wolf ears up while you took in every little piece he gave you, every little caress, growl and touch.
His beard stubble softly tickled your skin as he sunk further into the kiss, taking you right along with him into a trance that made you after all slowly realize that this all was actually happening, this all was real.
Eventually, your lips slowly parted, urged away from each other by the growing need for oxygen even though you still remained close, his lips hovering over yours as his hot breath brushed over your skin.
“Hot damn…”, his deep voice lowly grumbled, letting your cheeks glow some more up before a certain drunk voice boomed through the door again.
“You done, boss man? Seven minutes are over…prob’ly by far already…can’t tell anymore”, Simon slurred with a quiet laugh eliciting a growl to fall from Negan’s lips, his face turning slightly as if he was preparing for another snapping remark until your voice made him halt.
“Just let him talk”, you mumbled, the smile he had put on your lips becoming everlasting as you caught how the grin that began to replace the frown and his eyes captured yours once more as his tongue ran slowly over his lower lip.
“Now how ‘bout we grab that nice ass whiskey, some of those corny ass halloween muffins and get our asses outta here…can think of a better place to continue”, he mumbled as he leaned in, pecking your lips as the longing in you let you hum in approval against his lips.
“That a fuckin’ yes?”, he chuckled as he backed just a little away, enough for you to look into his eyes and see the playful way his brows perked up, close enough to still feel his hot breath on your skin.
Feeling how he pulled you closer, the warmth and the realization that your wished were finally on their way to come true spread out in your body before you slowly began to nod.
(The gif isn’t mine/ I found it on google so credits to the original owner)
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