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“Ten fucking minutes left!”, Negan called out as he dashed through the bedroom, his eyes gleaming excitedly up as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from the black leather couch.
“Follow me Baby, ‘cause I got a surprise!”, he chuckled as he bit his lip with a grin and dragged you away.
“Hell, Negan, where are we going?”, you asked as he quickly grabbed Lucille, swung her on his shoulder and opened the heavy wooden door of the apartment hastily.
“As I said, it’s a damn surprise so don’t make me fucking ruin it for you”, he chuckled as the door fell shut behind you and he pulled you with him through the hallways of the Sanctuary until you got to the stairs that let up to the roof.
His large hand wandered from your wrist to your hand as he let his fingers entangle with yours while he stumped the stairs just as excitedly as before up.

Just seconds later you found yourself standing in front of a bunch of massive fire crackers, ready to be fired and shot into the night sky, next to them a small provisional clock that was counting down, a gas lamp and eventually an amused Negan who was grinning widely at you.
“Simon found this shit on a damn run and boom! Here we are”, he chuckled as he leaned slightly back, his glance filled with the joy of a kid who had just gotten a new toy to play with.
“And no worries. My men got that shit with the dead fucks covered”, he said as he walked towards you.
“Come here”, he mumbled before he pulled you into his arms as they wrapped tightly around you and pulled you close.
“Last minute’s going. Get ready”, he said as he looked at the clock before he glanced with a smirk back to you.
Your arms wrapped around his torso as you cuddled closer into his warm chest that was being the best heater in this cold December night and leaned your head against his neck before you heard his voice counting down.
“Ten – Nine – Eight – Seven – Six – Five – Four – Three – Two- One -”
And with that you felt his warm lips on yours as he pulled you into a deep and smoldering kiss that managed to get your knees weak, while small hums and growls rubbled through his chest.
“Happy New fucking Year, Baby”, he muttered against your lips, your eyes still closed before you slowly opened them and looked into his happy face.
“Happy New Year”, you mumbled as you pecked his lips and felt him leaning his forehead against yours for a moment while a deep content hum left his lips.

“Alright, first one”, Negan called out moments later as he had let go of you and his lips had curled back into the wide grin while he was stumping towards the first smaller tube like fire cracker that was securely placed on the ground.
“You ready?”, he asked as he looked with a smirk back to you.
“Of course”, you chuckled before he leaned down, enlightened the fuse and quickly jogged back to you just as a tall spray alike flame in form of thousands of small glittery sparks bursted out of the tube.
“Ho-ly shit! Now look at that damn fucker! Small as hell but cums like a big one!”, Negan called out as he pulled you closer to him, happy laughs erupting his and also your body while you watched the flame bursting higher until it slowly burned out.
A small cold shudder ran over your back as Negan’s warmth left your side to grab the lighter from the ground for the next firecracker.
“Ah shit, wait”, you heard him say as soon as his glance had caught the tremble that shook through your body.
Quickly, his leather jacket slid from his body before he grabbed it and walked closer.
“Leave it on. Negan, you’re gonna freeze”, you said as you nodded to the plain white shirt he was just wearing underneath while he shrugged his shoulders.
“Well shit, then my ass gotta have to freeze”, he said with a small chuckle before you gave in and slid your arms through the warm leather sleeves.
“Hell, now you’d just need to wear no fucking thing underneath”, Negan mumbled with a wide smirk and a throaty chuckle as his eyes roamed over you.
Letting out a laugh as you slightly shoved his chest you nodded back to the fire crackers.
“Maybe later but now it’s my turn”, you chuckled as you took the lighter out of Negan’s hand and walked towards a bunch connected rockets.
Quickly, you enlightened the fuse before you stepped back again and rushed to Negan’s side while the first firecracker painted the night sky in a bright red. 
Just as Negan’s arms wrapped back around you, the next rocket let the sparks switch from red to light blue while you leaned against him and stared up into the sky that painted into more and more beautiful colors with every moment.
“That was a great surprise”, you mumbled as you leaned slightly up to peck his lips.
His warm lips placed on yours again while you heard another rocket shooting up before you felt his lips forming into a wide smirk against yours.
“Well, Baby got some good news for you, ‘cause there’s another rock hard surprise just waiting for you in my damn pants.”

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“Ten fucking minutes left!”, Negan called out as he dashed through the bedroom, his eyes gleaming excitedly up as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from the black leather couch.
“Follow me Baby, ‘cause I got a surprise!”, he chuckled as he bit his lip with a grin and dragged you away.
“Hell, Negan, where are we going?”, you asked as he quickly grabbed Lucille, swung her on his shoulder and opened the heavy wooden door of the apartment hastily.
“As I said, it’s a damn surprise so don’t make me fucking ruin it for you”, he chuckled as the door fell shut behind you and he pulled you with him through the hallways of the Sanctuary until you got to the stairs that let up to the roof.
His large hand wandered from your wrist to your hand as he let his fingers entangle with yours while he stumped the stairs just as excitedly as before up.

Just seconds later you found yourself standing in front of a bunch of massive fire cracker’s, ready to be fired and shoot into the night sky, next to them a small provisional clock that was counting down, a gas lamp and eventually an amused Negan who was grinning widely at you.
“Simon found this shit on a damn run and boom! Here we are”, he chuckled as he leaned slightly back, his glance filled with the joy of a kid who had just gotten a new toy to play with.
“And no worries. My men got that shit with the dead fucks covered”, he said as he walked towards you.
“Come here”, he mumbled before he pulled you into his arms as they wrapped tightly around you and pulled you close.
“Last minute’s going. Get ready”, he said as he looked the clock before he glanced with a smirk back to you.
Your arms wrapped around his torso as you cuddled closer into his warm chest that was being the best heater in this cold December night  and leaned your head against his neck before you heard his voice counting down.
“Ten – Nine – Eight – Seven – Six – Five – Four – Three – Two- One -”
And with that you felt his warm lips on yours as he pulled you into a deep and smoldering kiss that managed to get your knees weak, while small hums and growls rubbled through his chest.
“Happy New fucking Year, Baby”, he muttered against your lips, your eyes still closed before you slowly opened them and looked into his happy face.
“Happy New Year”, you mumbled as you pecked his lips and felt him leaning his forehead against yours for a moment while a deep content hum left his lips.

“Alright, first one”, Negan called out moments later as he had let go of you and his lips had curled back into the wide grin while he was stumping towards the first smaller tube like fire cracker that was securely placed on the ground.
“You ready?”, he asked as he looked with a smirk back to you.
“Of course”, you chuckled before he leaned down, enlightened the fuse and quickly jogged back to you just as a tall spray alike flame in form of thousands of small glittery sparks bursted out of the tube.
“Ho-ly shit! Now look at that damn fucker! Small as hell but cums like a big one!”, Negan called out as he pulled you closer to him, happy laughs erupting his and also your body while you watched the flame bursting higher until it slowly burned out.
A small cold shudder ran over your back as Negan’s warmth left your side to grab the lighter from the ground for the next firecracker.
“Ah shit, wait”, you heard him say as soon as his glance had caught the tremble that shook through your body.
Quickly, his leather jacket slid from his body before he grabbed it and walked closer.
“Leave it on. Negan, you’re gonna freeze”, you said as you nodded to the plain white shirt he was just wearing underneath while he shrugged his shoulders.
“Well shit, then my ass gotta have to freeze”, he said with a small chuckle before you gave in and slid your arms through the warm leather sleeves.
“Hell, now you’d just need to wear no fucking thing underneath”, Negan mumbled with a wide smirk and a throaty chuckle as his eyes roamed over you.
Letting out a laugh as you slightly shoved his chest you nodded back to the fire crackers.
“Maybe later but now it’s my turn”, you chuckled as you took the lighter out of Negan’s hand and walked towards a bunch connected rockets.
Quickly, you enlightened the fuse before you stepped back again and rushed to Negan’s side while the first fire cracker rocket painted the night sky in a bright red. 
Just as Negan’s arms wrapped back around you, the next rocket let the sparks switch from red to light blue while you leaned against him and stared up into the sky that painted into more and more beautiful colors with every moment.
“That was a great surprise”, you mumbled as you leaned slightly up to peck his lips.
His warm lips placed on yours again while you heard another rocket shooting up before you felt his lips forming into a wide smirk against yours.
“Well, Baby got some good news for you, ‘cause there’s another rock hard surprise just waiting for you in my damn pants.”

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Negan and the Reader have a pillow fight that quickly ends up on the bedroom floor…

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“Negan, No!”, you said loudly as you raised one hand to stop the pillow that flew into your direction from hitting you.
You should have known what you’ve gotten yourself into when you had thrown a pillow at Negan as revenge for his non-stop teasing.

So there you stood in your shared room, the living evidence for the saying “In every man there is a child”, standing just meters away from you on the other side of the room while you had one pillow in your hand, two others laying in front of your feet.
“I’m waiiiting”, he sang as he looked with a provocative grin at you before you threw the pillow across the room, to your annoyance, without hitting Negan.*
“There goes the pillow, losing its goddamn target by light years”, Negan commented in tone as if he was reporting in a very Negan way from a sporting event.
You let out a small scoff, playfully glared at Negan who just stood there, chuckling and grinning widely.
“Come on baby, that wasn’t even close”, he chuckled as he grabbed the pillow from the ground and looked at you, moved his brows slightly in a teasing way up, before another pillow landed right in his face.
“But this one was”, you teased with a triumphal grin on your lips, as you heard Negan curse under his breath.
”Just you fucking wait, Sweetheart”, he said with a wide grin as he let his arm wind up and the pillow hit you within the next moment.
“Shit”, you mumbled as you crouched down and reached out to grab the pillow before another one hit you with that much force that you stumbled back and landed on the ground.
“Fuck, baby, are you alright?”, Negan asked concerned as he already walked over to you and you looked with a grin up to him.
“Yeah, I am, don’t worry, but you’re so gonna get that back”, you laughed as you took his hand and got back up, one pillow still in your hand and ready to use.
“You really don’t wanna do that”, Negan said with a grin, his tongue sliding quickly over his lower lip as he nodded to the pillow in your hand.
“Oh, I think I do”, you said grinning before you wound up and let the pillow hit him before you felt how he suddenly grabbed you.
With one movement and before you could do anything against it, you ended up on the floor, Negan on top of you while a big smirk was planted all over his face.

“You’re gonna surrender, baby?”, he purred smirking as he hovered above you.
“Never”, you said grinning while your tries to free yourself stayed pretty unsuccessful.
Negan’s loud and throaty chuckle sounded through the room before he pushed the other pillows around the both of you away and grinned widely at you.
With a quick move, he grabbed your wrists and brought them up above your head, pinning you completely down beneath him before he growled in a low and lingering tone.
“Fuck, now that’s a pretty sight”, he purred as he bowed grinning down to you, stopped shortly before your lips touched and you could feel his hot breath on your skin.
With a grin he leaned down to press his lips on the sensitive skin of your neck, letting a pleasant shudder run through your body while a deep rumble traveled up from his chest and escaped his lips.
For a moment your eyes fluttered and eventually closed as you felt how his lips brushed along your skin, up to your jaw.
You gasped as could feel him grinding against your core, letting you know that he could take you right there on the floor if you would just tell him what he wanted to hear.
But that really wasn’t your plan, at least for now.

His lips kept traveling over your skin until you felt how he pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips before he let go of you and made a small whine leave your lips as you felt the loss of his touch right before he looked back up to you.
“What about now?”, he asked huskily as his eyes stared with a wolfish glance into yours while you felt how your breath quickened.
“No”, you said back, seeing how his glance just intensified and knowing exactly what you were unleashing in him.
“Well shit, I feel like someone really needs a punishment…“


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• Him making sure that you don’t have to take shifts at night so he knows that you’re safe and with him as soon as the darkness sets in

• Him being an incredibly great big spoon and genuinely enjoying to have you enclosed in his embrace even though he can’t and won’t deny that he just loves to feel all of your body pressed against his

• Him using this position and all its advantages too often to keep you from sleeping and begin to kiss and nibble on your neck, let his hands travel over your body and grind his growing bulge against you to show you how ready he is to do something very different to sleeping

• Him enjoying to be able to talk about, but especially to be able to forget all the things that bothered him over the day as soon as he lays back into the pillows, pulls you into his arms and just feels your warmth and closeness

• Him actually really loving to share some laughs with you and tease each other as you’re already laying in bed together with the result that you keep each other from sleeping way longer than you should

• Him kissing your forehead or temple when you’re laying already half asleep in his arms and secretly just loving the way you hum in approval as soon as you feel his lips on your skin

• After an especially rough and exhausting day, him sometimes just enjoying to let his head rest in the curve of your neck, feel how your fingers run through his hair and caress his neck before he slowly falls asleep

• Him being able to let his guards completely down when he’s with you and actually being able to sleep peacefully when he’s holding you

• Him sometimes just sleepily crawling into the bed and letting himself fall right next to you just to look at you, smirk lightly at you and love whenever you cup the side of his face to move closer and kiss him

• Him sometimes bragging and teasing you slightly about how safe and protected he can make you feel while he actually couldn’t be prouder and happier to have this ability

• Him enjoying the feeling of your hand traveling from the center of his chest up to his neck while he’s already having his eyes closed and can just let himself enjoy your touch while he’s slowly dozing off

• Especially after having a few rounds of sex, him grinning and smirking exhausted but joyfully at you and pulling you even closer to feel every bit or your bare skin against his before telling you that another round is just waiting eagerly for the both of you in the morning

• Him actually really loving the way your whole body relaxes when you’re slowly falling asleep in his arms, just for him to lean his head against yours and let his hand stroke over your back to give you even more comfort until he’s sure that you’re deeply and peacefully sleeping, making him realize again how much he loves and deeply cares about you


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An imagine about the premiere of season 8

the latest part 
all other previous parts

(Side note: You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! I hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

(The gif isn’t mine/ it was originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty)

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The faint moonlight shone through the big windows in Negan’s room as you turned yourself once again in his bed.
Things hadn’t been easy lately, to be honest, they were pretty fucked up since this one night.
And since this one night, you were at the Sanctuary with Negan, away from Rick and the others, especially your brother Daryl.
If everything wasn’t messed up enough already, you could add something else to the list: This weird thing between Negan and you that grew and formed into something more from day to day, regardless of how much you had tried to deny it.

You rolled over once again as your glance caught Negan who laid sleeping on his big leather couch, that was his bed since the war in Alexandria had begun where you hadn’t just saved him from walker Sasha, where he had also almost killed Carl and where you had killed a good bunch of his men in Alexandria after the battle had begun.
You had been mad at him, even after you had found out how much he actually cared about you, even though your anger about him hadn’t stayed the way it should’ve.
And that shimmered even more through.
Even though you had asked to sleep on the couch to recollect yourself a little you ended up in the bed and even worse, you ended up missing him there with you.
Of course, this thing wasn’t just messing with you, it was clearly messing with him as well.
There were rules.
Killing his men had definitely been against the rules, but he couldn’t get himself to punish you.
The only thing he did was making it seem to his people like you had gotten your proper punishment even though the thought of harming a hair on your head wouldn’t ever cross his mind.

Your thoughts had only given you two more hours of sleep until you woke up again, but this time you didn’t find Negan sleeping, instead he was sitting on the couch, tensed and slightly growling while he had his elbows propped on his knees and stared at the ground.
Before you could even think about doing or not doing something his glance shot up to you.
You gulped hardly down as you looked at him and saw how he sighed once again before you slowly sat up.
“Are you okay?”, you quietly asked, some concern mixing into your voice.
Sure, you could bite your tongue for asking, he clearly wasn’t okay but your sleepy self really didn’t know what to say.
“Yeah, I just-“, he began but cut himself off as he stroke tensed with his hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose for a short moment.
“Why didn’t you ever fucking try to kill me in my sleep and nope, not talking ‘bout now. I’m talking about those nights we had at the fucking beginning”, he suddenly asked with a tension in his voice as he looked at you.
“I think you know that”, you quietly said while you leaned back against the backrest.
“I wanna hear it fucking anyway. So just tell me”, he urged before you sighed and began to raise your voice.
“Well…That would’ve been the same thing like Carl and Rosita did..and one person shit always goes wrong…what happened was unlucky to them and…and it made them weaker…but If they had been “lucky” they would’ve killed you but that wouldn’t have just made their problem vanish…Your men would’ve killed them and everybody at home as well. There’d be nothing left. Same thing would’ve happened if I’d done it…So no that was no option…”, you said before you quickly raised your voice again.
“It’s not…I’m not making an accusation towards Rosita or Carl or even Sasha, I understand them… I just think they had the wrong ways”, you muttered, seeing how Negan’s jaw began to tense.
“So you fucking thought about it?”, he asked almost offended, switching for a short moment out of the tension build trance he had been swaying in for the last minutes.
“Negan, you had just killed two of my damn friends, would’ve been a little weird if I didn’t have thoughts about revenge”, you said as he huffed but slightly nodded before he stayed silent for a few moments.

“And what would you’ve fucking done when I’d let you stay there?”, he asked as he looked at you before you gave him a questioning glance, still wondering what he wanted to achieve with this.
“Just tell me”, he urged tensed before you sighed, pondered for a short moment and eventually gave yourself a push.
“I think…I would’ve started to scavenge for weapons and other communities immediately but careful while making sure that none of you all see it…I’d just… I‘d make sure that you think that we’re holding onto that deal while we’re actually doing the opposite…and then when the time was right and we got everything…numbers, weapons and so on to actually fight and be able to win, I would’ve done it…Yeah, probably similar to what they did, in the end, …but the thing is I can tell you for sure is that I wouldn’t have giving up..I would have just done it while trying my best to keep a clear head and not let my hate take too much over and make everything worse”, you mumbled while you could see Negan nod again, while he stared at the fluffy carpet.
You pondered for a bit, asking yourself if you were doing the right thing before you gave yourself another push. 
“You should sleep in the bed again”, you quietly said before Negan looked up to you and gulped hardly down.
“I won’t make you sleep on this damn couch”, he said seriously as he nodded to the leather couch he was still sitting on before you quietly sighed.
You had offered him more than once to sleep instead of him there, but this time was different.
“I meant with me”, you said reluctantly as the curiosity in his eyes began to rise.
“You fucking sure?”, he asked while the curiosity was still stuck in his glance
“Yes”, you said before you saw Negan nodding and saw how he slowly stood with a small groan up.
”Last chance, once I’m in there with you, you won’t get me out again”, he said, now with a small grin.
”I know”, you said as a small grin painted on your lips as well before Negan slipped quickly beneath the sheets.
His warmth spread just as quickly through the bed while you liked to feel it way more than you wanted to.
He wasn’t just the oddly funny, teasing and charming even loving man he mostly was when he was around you, he was also the man who was just at the beginning of a war with the people you called your family.
And that was the biggest reason why you held yourself back from letting yourself inch closer to him before you finally dozed off.

The sun stood almost at its highest point on the next day as a knock on the door seemed to get a small change in your daily routine of switching between the bed and the couch till Negan would come over with lunch.
“Still sleeping?”, you heard Simon’s voice call through the door before you got up from the leather couch and opened the door.
There he was, your bodyguard.
Since it should look like you got your punishment, you spent your day for over a week now mostly alone in Negan’s room except the times you both were having breakfast, lunch or dinner together and every time you were going outside you had Simon right next to you who accompanied you everywhere you went as soon as you made a step out of Negan’s room.
Actually, you felt almost like a damn prisoner but probably, that was exactly what Negan wanted you to look like to anybody else at the Sanctuary, at least for now.
Whenever he then saw you in the hallways he pretended to ignore you and treat you in front of the others as if you weren’t there but there was no doubt that he was watching with eagle eyes over you and making sure that no one could just look at you the wrong way.

“Negan wants me to get you to meet him”, Simon said as he leaned against the doorframe.
You just nodded as you could see in his face that he could definitely think of better things than playing your bodyguard, but so could you.

Just moments later you made your way with him through the hallways of the Sanctuary, walked stairs up and down while you asked yourself where he was taking you.
“You can already go up, just wait at the door on the next floor. I’ll be with you in a minute”, he said with a nod to the heavy metal before you walked through the door and could see through the small window how Simon vanished as soon as you were inside.
With a small huff, you began to walk the stairs up that wrapped itself around several corners before you could see a figure just a few steps above you that made you gulp down.
One of Negan’s wives, Amber to be more exact.
You weren’t too keen on them, rather the opposite and you were pretty sure that this was mutual.
You weren’t sure if you should greet her or not, but as she just kept sternly staring to the ground as you walked by you just decided to keep silent, just do your thing and go up to the door.
„You actually like him, don’t you?”, you suddenly heard her voice ask before you stopped and turned around to her, not sure what to say but especially really not in the mood to discuss that with her of all people.

Her empty glance went up, but not to you, it just went straight to the wall.
“This guy from your community he told us-them…he told them that we’re disposable to Negan”, she said, still not looking at you while you tried to figure out what she wanted to achieve with all this.
“He also said that you’re not…I think he’s right”, she said, gulping down hardly while every single muscle in her face and body seemed to tense.
“Why-…Why are you telling me all this?”, you quietly and confused asked as you looked down to her.
Her brows pulled tight, forming her face into an anger-filled expression as she first looked up to you.
“Cause if Negan gets rid of us because of you…we…I got some real problems”, she growled trembling as she glared at you while the undertone in her voice was tensed.
Still confused you looked at her before you heard Simon’s loud voice calling through the hall.
“Ladies, who the hell told you to have a little chat? Whatever, just stop”, you heard his voice call before it rose again.
“(Y/N), up to the door, Amber, just go back to wherever you came from”, he called before you let out a small huff, looked at Amber who stared back to the wall before you made your way up.

“What did wifey ask you?”, Simon asked as soon as he closed the door behind him.
“Couldn’t form a real question before you called”, you lied while Simon raised his brows questioning.
“Alright”, he said while his eyes focused on you before he began to walk and made a finger movement for you to come with him.

Minutes later he stopped in front of a door, knocked and opened it as you already saw how Negan stood up from the couch he had been sitting on.
”Come in Sweetheart”, he said, coming closer as you stepped into a rather big room, filled with all kind of things people could spend their free time with.
A table tennis table with paddles and some balls in one corner, another table that was covered in everything that was needed for a proper poker night stood in another one and a whole lot of other stuff.
“Guessed you could use a little fucking variation”, Negan said as he came even closer towards you.
“Yeah, definitely”, you said as you looked at to him and heard how Simon closed the door again.
“I’m sorry for that shit, Won’t have to keep it that way for a bit more than one, two days”, he said with a slight smile before he nodded over to the table.
„Wanna eat something? I have some goddamn fucking munchies“, he said with a small chuckle as he pointed over to the couch.
You gave him a nod before you felt how his hand placed on your lower back as you walked over to the small table.
“Got some guy who made us some shit”, Negan said as he pointed at the big pizza that laid on the table while the delicious smell began already travel up your nose.
“I do fucking know that it’s not as damn awesome as my spaghetti but I mean, it’s fucking pizza”, he chuckled teasingly with a wink before he let himself fall on the couch.

“Your people use this room too?”, you asked as you took another piece of pizza into your hand that was just as delicious as it smelled.
“Yeah, from time to time. I mean they gotta earn the fine shit that’s in here”, he said before he took another bite.
“You’re here, so well, con-fucking-gratulations”, he chuckled as he leaned deeper into the soft fabric of the couch.
“What did I do to earn it?”, you asked chuckling as you looked over to him.
“Let me sleep with you in the fucking bed”, he chuckled teasingly.
“Just kidding”, he muttered with a grin as his hand that had rested till now on the armrest moved to your shoulder to quickly caress it.
“I still got some damn time left, if you want we could take advantage of this nice ass room”, Negan said, grinning even wider as he seemed to see that you assumed that something dirty was on his mind before he nodded laughing to the table tennis table.
“I mean, I got a whole lot other things that’d come to my mind…there for fucking sure are also other balls you could play with”, he said in a low tone as he grinned widely at you and his tongue slid quickly over his lower lip.
“Yeah, I take the table tennis balls”, you said as you looked with a big grin at him.
“Ouch”, Negan chuckled, placing his hand dramatically over his heart before he got up.

“Already done it?”, he asked a bit later as he walked over to the equipment.
“I mean yeah, but that was a really long time ago”, you said as you looked at the table tennis table.
“No fucking problem, I’ll teach you”, he said with a big grin as he winked at you.
“I bet I could teach you a whole fucking lot more on this thing here”, he purred with a chuckle as you shoved his shoulder and heard him chuckling louder.
“Alright, Alright”, he said laughing, raising his hands yielding before he grabbed one of the paddles that laid on the table.

Within a moment he stood behind you, his arm slung from behind around your waist as he pulled you a little closer and you couldn’t deny that your heart began to beat a little faster.
With a small chuckle, you looked down to his arm before you heard his voice.
“That’s really fucking necessary to show you the best technique”, he chuckled, even slightly purred as his tongue slid quickly over his lower lip.
“Sure”, you said with an ironic undertone as his throaty chuckle let his chest rumble against your back.
“Well anyway, let’s get to fucking business”, he said, his lips close to your ear, as he reached over to the paddle.
“So first, you gotta turn it a bit”, he muttered as he took your hand into his, pushed your fingers into the right position before turning your hand slightly.
“Trust me, Sweetheart, I really fucking know what I’m doing here,”, he chuckled as he slowly let go of your hand.
“You do?”, you teasingly asked as you rose your brows and heard how Negan let out a small and quiet sigh.
“Did that crap for a fucking living”, he said as you turned around to him and saw his face way closer to yours than you had expected as you looked directly into his eyes and felt some weird feeling creating in your stomach.
“Was a fucking gym coach before the shit hit the fan”, he said, now in a more relieved tone while another piece added to the puzzle Negan’s past still was to you.
“Yeah, that fits”, you mumbled as you looked with a small grin at him and saw him curiously raising his brows.
“Now what does that fucking mean?”, he asked, raising his finger to wiggle it at your grin.
“Oh you know”, you laughed while Negan raised his brows.
“I don’t think so”, he teased as he bit his lip while you rolled your eyes laughing at him.
“That commanding tone you can have? I can really imagine how you propel some kids over a sports field”, you laughed while actually, also the soft spot he seems to have for Carl and Judith began to make even more sense to you.
„Mhmm yeah, but you gotta know, I was the best fucking coach of them all“, he chuckled while he still held you as tightly against him as before.
“Of course”, you chuckled seeing how Negan looked with a big grin at you.
“I’ll show you.”

“Fuck”, you cursed as you picked the ball up that had landed for the felt hundredth time on your side and heard Negan chuckle.
“Already frustrated?”, he asked with a big grin on his lips as you got the paddle back up to start another try.
“Nope”, you said, even though you were indeed frustrated, but neither would you ever admit that to him, nor would you give up.
“If you continue that way you’re gonna rip your wound back open”, you said as you nodded over to his chest, where beneath the white shirt he was wearing a bandage wrapped itself around the point where he had cut himself on his last trip outside with you.
“Yeah, just try to distract me”, he said grinning as he winked at you and you let the ball bounce over to him.
“Won‘t fucking work“, he added as he shot the ball back over to you before you reached out to do the same and began to grin as you saw Negan slightly struggling.
”Really?“, you asked teasingly as you saw how he bit his lip.
”Really“, he chuckled as he let his hand twitch to get the ball back over to you.
With a harder hit, you let the ball bounce on the edge of the table of his side as you could already hear Negan groan.
“Holy Fuck”, Negan gasped as he tried to reach out but missed the ball by far.
“That was clearly fucking luck”, he chuckled, obviously trying to provocate you as he raised his brows curiously and waited for your response. 
“It wasn’t, asshole”, you laughed as you saw him chuckle while he picked the ball up and got back to the table.
“Well, show me Sweetheart”, he said in a low tone as he bit his lip before suddenly a choir of timed gunshots let you flinch up.
“Think we got some fucking visitors”, Negan growled as he his glance wandered to the window before he quickly walked over to you.
“I’m coming with you?”, you asked with a questioning glance in your eyes.
“If shit goes down, I don’t fucking want you to wander around here alone”, he muttered while you could feel how you began to tense up.
You had known that it wasn’t a question if an attack from one of the sides would happen but when, but anyway this made you feel sick.
“Looks like Simon’s losing his job as fucking bodyguard earlier than I thought”, he said as he already lead you with him outside.

Just bit later you walked down the stairs while your stomach felt like it was about to turn.
Once again you had to realize that all the moments you had with Negan, regardless of how much you began to somehow enjoy them, had a bittersweet aftertaste.
Again, he wasn’t just the guy who was flirting with you while you were eating some pizza together, he was also still the guy who had killed two of your friends and the guy who was about to step out of this building and continue the war he had with the people you called family.
And the more you were thinking again about this, the worse you felt about the bond you had with Negan that grew stronger and stronger with time.

You felt even more as if you were about to throw up as you reached the door, where already Dwight and two of Negan’s lieutenants stood.
One of them was Gavin, a man who was kinda grumpy but for a Savior pretty merciful and the other one was a woman, whose name you didn’t know and whose face you had only seen a few times before around the Sanctuary.
“So it’s happening now?”, you suddenly heard an oddly familiar voice ask that definitely didn’t belong into the Sanctuary.
And your glance caught this person with Simon just seconds after you had heard his voice.
Gregory.
You couldn’t stop your glance from turning into bewildered as you could tell that the same thing happened to him as his eyes darted at you.
“There comes my new fucking ally”, Negan chuckled as he raised his arm into Gregory’s direction while you could feel how the hate you had for him just grew.
You hadn’t made this deal with him months ago, while Maggie had done that you had already talked to the people in Hilltop to find out more about Negan and to mild the doubts you and all the others somehow had about this mission but you had been with Maggie as you both had talked to him for the first time in his office.
After that, you had already known that was an asshole but he was also something else, probably worse.
A goddamn coward.
And if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t too surprised that he was turning on Rick and the others.
“Gregory, are you actually that fucking nervous? Or why the fuck are you looking as if something just crawled up your damn ass”, Negan chuckled while Gregory ripped his glance away from you and instead just looked to Negan.
“Yes I-I mean, no-no”, he blurted out while Negan chuckled with an even wider grin.
“Anyway, as long as you’re fucking sure about our little deal, I don’t give a single fuck”, Negan said while Gregory nodded eagerly.
“I am”, he assured while he propped his hands on the waistband of his pants and nodded again.
“Great! Well, Gregory, you’re gonna stay here until Simon over here, gets you out and you tell them all the dirty little details of our deal we agreed on before”, Negan said before he turned to the door and took the handle into his leather covered hand.
“It’s fucking showtime!”

“Well, shit. I’m sorry. I was just having a nice ass lunch date”, Negan said as he stepped widely grinning outside while your eyes tried to get used to the bright sunlight.
As they did your glance caught a big bunch of cars parked right in front of you, all of them shielded with welded metal plates while you could see here and there people with raised guns waiting behind them, one of them Rick.
“I see you got your little mudflaps with you. So I’m not exactly feeling a reason for us to try throwing lead at each other”, Negan continued as you could see some more familiar faces between the small spaces the metal plates left.
“I care about my people. I don’t want to just march them into the line of fire because I want to play “my dick is bigger than yours”… It is. We both know it”, Negan chuckled before he raised his voice again.
“But I’m also comfortable enough to accept the fact if it wasn’t. I’m certainly not gonna let my people die over that shit like you’re about to”, he said as he pointed Lucille at Rick.
“So, Rick, what the hell can I do for you?”, he asked, grinning way too much for a man who was confronted with an army of armed people who all wanted his death.
“First. Nothing’s gonna happen to (Y/N). She’s gonna be more than fine”, Rick said as you got a small glimpse of him between the metal of the cars.
You kept looking into Rick’s direction as you could see from the corner of your eyes how Negan tensed as he heard Rick‘s voice again.
“Remember how she killed your men? One after one? She’s still with us”, you heard Rick call out while Negan’s jaw clenched even tighter.
“She’s always gonna be with us, one of us”, he added while a small smile pressed into the corners of your lips but the exact opposite happened on Negan’s.
“Dwight. Your name’s Simon. You’re Gavin. And you-”, Rick began, stopping as he came to the woman.
“Regina”, she called out before you heard Eugene’s voice.
“ Rick, I’d feel remiss if-” he began but got quickly cut off by Rick.
“No. I know who you are”, he growled.
“Listen, you five. The Saviors inside. All of you have a chance to survive here. To survive this. You all can live if you surrender. Can’t guarantee it anytime but now. Right now”, you heard Rick’s voice sound through the metal while Negan still stood grinning at the railing,
“So they surrender and you and your little piss patrol doesn’t kill them. That sounds like a good deal! What about me, Rick?”, Negan asked, raising his brows curiously:
“I told you. Twice. You know what’s going to happen”, Rick growled loudly.
“I do. I do know what’s gonna happen”, Negan said as he stepped away from the railing.
“You don’t”, he called out as he pointed into Rick’s direction and you could feel the tension in your body that was already almost unbearable grow even more.
“You have no idea the shit that’s about to go down. Let me ask you something, Rick…Do you think you have the numbers for this fight?…You don’t”, Negan said with a stern tone in his voice before you saw how he turned to his side.
“Simon?”, he asked before Simon got inside and came only a moment later with Gregory out.
“What do you have to say to the Rick and the piss patrol, Gregory?”, Negan asked as he laid an arm around Gregory’s shoulder. 
“The Hilltop stands with Negan and the Saviors. Any resident of the Hilltop who takes up arms or who supports this ultimatum against the Sanctuary or any of the Saviors, for that matter – they will no longer be welcome in the colony”, he called out while you couldn’t do else than let out a small but disgusted huff.
“And?”, Negan asked as he looked at Gregory.
“Their families will be thrown out and will be left to fend for themselves”, he added, while you couldn’t believe what this coward was doing right there.
“And?”, Negan asked again as he now patted but let go of Gregory’s shoulder.
“Go home now. Or you won’t have a home to go back to”
“You heard the man. Go back to separating wheat and shit or whatever the hell it is you people do.
Doesn’t look like anyone’s goin’, does it?”, you heard Maggie’s voice call from behind a metal plate
“Hilltop stands with-”, Gregory began before he got harshly cut off.
“The Hilltop stands with Maggie!”, Jesus’ voice called out while you couldn’t you couldn’t stop a small grin from pressing into the corners of your lips.
He who laughs last, laughs loudest, right Gregory?

Within a second you saw how Simon’s glance turned anger filled before he stumped over to Gregory.
“I feel like I invested a lot in you, and I am very, very disappointed”, he called out as he pushed repeatedly his chest, Gregory’s glance filled with terror before he got ultimately pushed down the stairs.
“Sounds like shit is goin’ down, Rick”, Negan said as he stepped closer to the railing.
“You lieutenants, you’re gonna have to make up your minds”, Rick called out while you watched Negan closely, who began to tense up.
“Maybe we can take a time-out here -”, Gavin began before Rick immediately cut him off.
“- No. This has to happen now. This is the only way”, Rick called out while the grin had now completely vanished from Negan’s face.
“You’re gonna make me count?”, Rick asked provocative while you let out a stressed breath-
“Okay. Okay. I’m counting…10! 9! 8! 7″, Rick’s voice sounded through the air before it got replaced by a relentless gun rattling that let your pulse shoot up.

Before you could do anything, you felt how one of Negan’s lieutenants who stormed past you pushed you against the railing and let you lose balance.
In between the gunshots, you could hear Negan’s voice calling out to you as your breath stopped for a moment as your back hit the hard ground.
The rattling of the guns continued as you rolled groaning on your side, pushing yourself against the dead walker that laid next to you to use it as a shield.
No one would shoot directly at you, of course not, but the uncontrolled shooting of the guns let you doubt that no bullet would accidentally make its way into your direction.
Still gasping you looked up, searching for Negan as you found him laying on the ground, his eyes darted widened at you before you could barely hear him calling your name again.
Within a second your eyes were the ones who widened as you saw Negan’s face tensing in pain, his leg twitching dangerously as he groaned while gasping for air.
Panic shot through your body as you saw the way he squirmed, your mind already figuring out a way to get over to him before you heard the sound of an engine coming closer.
Over the walker’s body, you could only catch a glimpse of the RV that rolled towards you and didn’t seem to stop anytime soon.
Before you could think of something else you jumped up and ran until a load boom let you flinch up right as the blast of the explosion urged you forcefully to the ground.
The pounding of your head got stronger as you found yourself on the ground once again, your body hurting as your eyes tried to find Negan but instead captured the metal that had clothed the RV that was now nothing else than a burning carcass.
Trembling and quietly groaning you crawled over to it, pressed yourself against the metal as you tried to catch a breath.
Your heart kept pounding relentlessly against your chest, your breath made your ribcage move uncomfortably and harshly up and down as your eyes first caught Negan.
Limping, groaning and with Lucille tightly in his hand he shoved himself along the wall before your call made him look up to you.
His glance changed as he saw you before made one more jump to land next to you.
Before he could do anything else gunshots that hit the metal let you flinch up and you didn’t need to think a lot to figure out who wanted to kill Negan so badly.
As soon as the first bullet hit the metal Negan’s eyes widened in shock, his arms reached panicking out to grab you, drag you away from the opening in the metal that was horribly close to your body before he pulled you into his lap as more and more bullets hit the metal.
He pressed you tightly against his chest as his large hand cupped the side of your face to push it against his neck and keep you deeply in his embrace.
“He doesn’t know I’m here with you, He’ll stop when he sees me”, you called out in between the gunshots, in hope Negan would hear you.
He did.
He did hear you but his scoffs in protest and his arms that wrapped tighter around you told you that the both of you had pretty different plans.
He stayed like that, holding you the way that you were completely enclosed by his arms and body, forming him into a living shield while your face was pressed that close against his neck that you could bet to be able to feel the harsh and unbelievable fast way his pulse pounded.

After the rattle of the gun had stopped for a bit to be sure that it was wouldn’t start again, the tight hold Negan had on you slowly loosened before he eventually made you look at him.
“Fuck, are you alright?”, he asked, still out of breath while his eyes wandered over your body even though you nodded over and over again.
“Why didn’t you let me try to stop him?”, you asked as you looked bewildered at him, your glance wandering from his twitching leg to his face.
“And risk that you take a fucking bullet before you get to say a damn word?”, he asked in with a growling undertone back before you let out a sigh and heard fast footsteps coming closer.
”Sir?”, you heard a male voice ask whose owner eventually stopped right next to you and already stretched his hand out to Negan to help him up.
”Nope, nope you make sure she gets fucking safe inside. I still gotta take care of some shit”, Negan said before your glance shot over to him.
“Negan you can’t do that, you have to get to your damn doc”, you said as you stared bewildered at him.
“I’ll be fine, I’ll be damn fucking fine”, he said as you already felt how the man began to pull you up.
With a quick and harsh movement, you wriggled yourself out of his grab and just stared from Negan’s leg to his face.
“Negan-”, you urged sternly but got cut off.
“As I fucking said, I’ll be fine. We all got shit to do, and your shit is to get fucking safe inside”, he said in an just as urging tone before you scoffed while you got on your feet and had to realize that you wouldn’t win this discussion.
You looked hardly swallowing at him before you let the man guide you away from Negan, hoping deeply that he knew what he was doing.

You kept walking reluctantly before you began to hear way too familiar groans and your eyes shot back to the place where Negan had laid just seconds ago.
He was already gone.
You felt how the panic in you grew before your eyes suddenly widened as your glance captured another face that shouldn’t even be here anymore.
Gabriel.



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prompt 97: “Don’t touch me”
prompt 51: “I want to take care of you”

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Sobs were still erupting your chest as your trembling hands began to pack your backpack.
You had to do this, you just had to.
It was just hours ago that one of Negan’s men had knocked on your door, telling you that your little brother had died in an accident on a run in the woods, his fourth run to be precise.
He had been only sixteen and even though he had learned to handle himself outside, you had always been against him going on these runs, lately because you exactly knew out of experience how dangerous they were.
And now this fear of him not coming back had become the ugly and harsh truth, especially because you knew that he was still outside, his lifeless body wandering around in the darkness.
A stinging shot through your chest as you only thought about it, the tears welled back up in your eyes that already burned from the long hours you had laid curled up into a ball in your bed, crying and sobbing uncontrollably while you tried to get that you had lost your last family member. 
And now you stood on weak legs in the early morning hours in the middle of your room, stuffing all you needed into your backpack while the only clear thought you had was that you couldn’t leave him this way.
You couldn’t leave your little brother as one of those rotting corpses that did nothing else than craving to tear flesh from the bones of the living, only the thought of him being one let pain shoot through your body that let new tears roll down your cheeks.

Closing the backpack your glance fell on the soup Negan had brought here earlier, in hope you would eat it and in hope you’d let him talk to you.
You did neither.
You couldn’t get anything down your throat and you couldn’t talk to him, you just couldn’t at least right now.
So he had just sat on the edge of the bed, sighing and trying to find a way to you before giving reluctantly in to your plea to give you some time alone.
You didn’t know yourself if you just wanted to be left alone for the next decade or have him wrap his arms around you, hold you tightly and not let go of you for the next time.
But for then, it maybe hadn’t been better but at least easier to stay alone, give yourself some time and leave what you had with him out of it, doesn’t matter how extremely close you were to each other.
Also, because Negan wouldn’t ever let you go alone out into a walker polluted area, put yourself into deadly danger to search for another dead one, even if it was your brother.

As you were ready, you slowly opened the door, looked around if anyone was walking through the hallway.
Nothing.
You gulped down before you slipped out of your room and carefully closed the door behind you.
Trying to be as quiet as you could you flitted through the hallways, waiting at every corner and checking if anyone was around before you finally got to the big metallic door that lead outside.

You could feel the adrenaline shooting through your veins as you made your way outside.
Working out here had definitely its advantages when it came to sneaking out, you knew where what stood, where the weak spots were and also who was where on guard.
And that really helped you as you made your way over to the small shack near the fences.
As soon as you got in you slowly took a shovel off the wall that was normally used for the patches, while you tried to make as little noise as possible before you attached it to the backpack and walked back into the darkness, ready to get off the Sanctuary’s compound.

You made your way over to another small building that was used as part of the wall to keep the walkers and intruders out and slowly opened the door.
You flinched as you heard it squeezing in protest, you cursed under your breath before you slowly looked around and saw to your relieve nothing and no one.
Letting out a relieved breath you slipped inside and concentrated on making no more noises as you walked over the wooden floor before your body froze as you heard a certain someone clearing his throat.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”, you heard Negan’s deep voice behind you before his footsteps came closer and you felt his hand placing on your shoulder, trying to motivate you to turn around to him.
“Don’t touch me”, you growled, shaking his hand from your shoulder as your glare hit him.
Within the moment he saw the redness of your eyes from the hourlong crying his eyes softened and turned even more concerned while you could feel yourself beginning to break again under his glance.
“I need to find him”, you muttered feeling how the lump in your throat grew again.
“Can’t leave him as one…as one of those things”, you said as you felt yourself tearing up again.
Negan let out a deep sigh before he reached up to cup the back of your neck and gently pulled you closer until you were leaning against him and he could wrap his other arm around your waist.
You let him hold you as he was caressing your neck while you could feel the tears running over your cheeks again as quiet sobs erupted your chest.
“Listen…I understand that, I really fucking do but you can’t fucking go out”, he said before you quickly pushed yourself away from him again.
“I know what I’m doing, I’ve been out there long enough and you know that”, you muttered with an angry but rather desperate tone in your voice.
“You’re not fucking going out there alone, not gonna fucking happen”, he growled as he stared sternly down at you.
You glared at him, turned around on your heels to walk away as you felt his large hand grabbing your wrist and holding you forcefully back from walking.
“Negan, just please let me go, please”, you begged, the tears burning in your eyes as you stared from the tight hold he had on you up into his eyes.
“Did you want her to stay one?”, your shaky voice blurted desperately out as you saw his eyes widening slightly, his face dropping before he gulped harshly down and tried to collect himself.

“No, but I don’t fucking want you to become one either”, he growled after a few silent moments as he still didn’t let go of your wrist.
You let out a small huff, staring at him with watery eyes before he sighed again, the sternness completely leaving his glance before he slowly loosened his grip.
“(Y/N), I’m not doing this for fucking fun…goddamnit, I can’t fucking lose you too…I want to take care of you, so just please fucking let me”, he said as he swallowed hard.
“And how does that look like?… I won’t go back until he’s buried”, you said as you looked up to him. 
Negan let out a big sigh, stroked pondering over his stubble before he looked back at you.
“Give me the backpack, the shovel and the other shit, I’m coming with you and won’t go back until you want to, I fucking promise”, he said as he reached out for you while you gave him a questioning glance.
“Sweetheart you can believe me, I’m a man of my damn word, you fucking know that”, he added, still looking at you as you slowly got the backpack’s belts from your shoulders and handed it along with the other things over to him.
“Alright, then let’s get out”, he said as you felt some tension leaving your body and his hand placed on your lower back, beginning to lead you out.

Shortly later you sat in truck Negan drove over the roads while the dawn began to slowly set in. 
You were staring out of the window as you heard Negan telling Simon instructions and orders over the walkie for as long as he was gone.
You were still tensed up and still on the edge of crying so only a bit was needed to push you over this edge and let you lose yourself again.
You let out a stressed sigh before you felt his big warm hand placing on your knee and his thumb stroking over it in a slow rhythm.
“We’re gonna find him”, he said as you could see from the corner of your eye how he looked at you while you nodded slightly. 

”We’re gonna walk the next bit, gotta be somewhere around here”, Negan said before he leaned over as you gluped harshly down.
His rough hand placed under your chin, guiding your face into his direction before he leaned even closer to let your lips meet his.
”I know that’s hard as fuck for you, but you’re not fucking alone. I’m with you and I won’t fucking leave you, never. You can fucking count on that”, he said as he cupped the side of your face and looked at you before you gave him another nod.

Moments later you walked from the road into the woods, trying to prepare yourself for something you couldn’t ever prepare for.
You kept walking deeper as suddenly your heart almost stopped as you saw a figure stumbling through the trees.
It was him.

”No…”, you just brought out, feeling how pain struck through your body while the moment had come you had feared the most.
The moment this all would become undeniably real.
You felt Negan’s hand placing on your back as you began to tremble again and the walker began to turn into your direction.
His dead and empty looking eyes darted at you as he began to stumble towards you.
”Sweetheart, if you want me to fucking do-”; Negan began but got cut off before he could continue.
”No…I’ll do it,…I have to”, you mumbled feeling how your heart pounded that hard against your chest that if felt like it was rather pumping tears out of your eyes than blood through your veins.
Your body tensed harder as Negan stepped a little away, but stayed still close enough to step in if anything happened.
Whimpers escaped your lips as your dead brother came stumbling closer, groaning and stretching his arms out to you while your whimpers began to turn into painful sobs as you tightened the grip on your knife.
Your mind began to think that you couldn’t do it, that you couldn’t stab your own little brother in the head but there was no other way, you had to even if you felt like it was impossible.
He came that close that you could see into his eyes where nothing was left of the person he had been, he was gone and he wouldn’t ever come back.
His fingertips began to touch you as you pushed him away, trying to keep yourself and the sobs that were leaving your body in a trembling mess together.
His groans sounded through the air as you looked back up, his dead eyes darting at you while you felt the pain conquering your body.
You could see from the corner of your eyes how Negan came closer, already holding his knife in his hand while you pushed the corpse of your little brother away one last time.
“I-I can do it”, you tried to say as loud as you could as you got you knife higher up.
“I’m…I’m so sorry”, you whimpered, looking up while the tears burned in your eyes and continued to run down your cheeks.
You tensed, could barely look at him as you gave yourself a push and dragged the knife through his jaw up to his brain.

Within a second his body got limp, your knife hit the ground as you tried to catch his body that ultimately dragged you with him to the ground.
”I’m so sorry”, you repeated again, holding his dead body in your arms while you felt Negan wrapping an arm around you as he kneeled down next to you.
”I should’ve…I should’ve come with him on that run…I should have protected him”, you sobbed feeling how the feeling of guilt mixed with your pain while you stroke the blood-soaked hair strands out of his lifeless face.
”It was a fucking accident, it’s not your fault”, you heard Negan say in a calm tone while you just kept staring at the dead body in your arms.
”He always thought I didn’t want him to go on runs because I thought he couldn’t do it…it wasn’t that, I-I was just afraid…and I didn’t…I think didn’t tell him often enough that I…”, you began but the sobs didn’t let you finish.
”He knew, believe me, he fucking knew…he was a damn smart kid”, Negan said as he stroke over your back, calm, but desperately trying to let you calm down and to somehow soothe the pain you were going through. 

You were still holding your dead brother while you heard the sound of the shovel digging into the ground and Negan’s strained grunts.
It was a muffled sound, something that didn’t get to come through to you while your mind was terrorizing you.
You were trapped in that bubble until you saw Negan’s boots standing next to you before he kneeled down and got his arm back around you, while your eyes caught the white sheet you had stuffed in your backpack earlier.
”It’s done. No fucking pressure, we’re gonna do it when you’re ready, alright?”, he quietly asked as you gave him a small nod but didn’t look up to him.
You had to let go at some point, you knew that and you knew as well that every moment would feel as terrible as every other one you’d choose.

You sat on the ground for another while, fighting with yourself, before you leaned up to tightly hug your brother one last time.
”I love you and I’m…I’m so proud of you”, you mumbled, feeling how you grew out of breath before tears fell down your cheeks again.
Reluctantly and slowly you let go of him, before you felt your heart aching as the white bedsheet got thrown over his body and face, letting you painfully realize that this was the very last time you had seen him.
Your eyes followed Negan as he lifted your brother with all the strength he got up before he let out a grunt as he tried to lower him into the grave as careful as he could.
He looked back at you, a concerned and questioning glance in his eyes before you slowly nodded and began to see how the dirt began to bury your brother beneath the white sheet.

After an endless seeming while you got yourself up and could immediately feel the weakness of your legs as you made your way over to a small bunch of flowers that grew in between the roots of another tree.
You could feel Negan’s glance darting at you, following every step you did while you began to slowly collect the flowers with trembling fingers, trying to keep the terrorizing thoughts out of your head.
You stood back up, walked over to the side of the grave and carefully placed them there before you swallowed hard and made your way over to the tree above the grave.
Your glance caught your knife that was still fully covered with his blood while a shudder ran down your spine and you hardly gulped down.
“Take mine”, you heard Negan’s voice say before you looked up to him and saw him holding his knife into your direction with a concerned glance in his eyes.
“Thank you”, you mumbled, slowly taking the knife before you began to carve the first letter of his name into the wood.
Move by move you slowly finished it, feeling how the emptiness the grief was creating filled you up again as soon as your task that had kept you busy was done.
The thoughts came back into your mind, creating a terrifying clutter that didn’t let you think clearly.
“Baby?”, you heard Negan’s voice ask that began to slowly soak through the thoughts that got louder with every second.
You didn’t hear his voice again, instead, you felt him pulling you into his embrace, his arms wrapping tightly around you while his head leaned against yours.
You stayed nuzzled against his neck as your glance caught the flowers that were now carefully placed in the middle of the finished grave.
“Thank you…for everything”, you mumbled as you pressed yourself deeper into his embrace and felt him tightening his arms around you.
“Anytime Sweetheart, any fucking time”, he responded in a calm tone.
“And don’t fucking worry about what happens when we come back, you stay at my room or I stay at yours, whatever, but I won’t leave your fucking side until you’re better”, he added as he kept holding you tightly.
You nodded against his neck, cuddled closer while you felt how a little warmth spread through your body and began to slowly fight the pain that still filled you up.
It would need a lot of this warmth to keep the pain and grief from eating you up and to eventually fight them, but something told you that the man who was holding you would make sure that there was more than enough of it to handle both.


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Prompt 57: “Is that my shirt?”
Prompt 79: “Stop hogging all the blankets!”

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The bath was still filled with heat from your shower as you pulled one of Negan’s shirts over and let out a content sigh.
You made your way over to the door and opened as you already saw Negan laying in bed, wearing one of his blank white shirts and some grey sweatpants.
Around him were a good bunch of blankets and pillows, whiskey and some other beverages standing on his nightstand while the repaired TV was standing on a small table.
Everything else really seemed prepared for a movie night in and just spending some relaxing time without thinking about any of the work that was waiting outside of this room.

“Is that my shirt?”, he asked with a grin as his eyes darted at you the moment you stepped out of the bathroom while he sat himself a bit up.
“Yeah”, you said with a smile as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself.
“They’re really comfy”, you added as you slowly walked towards the bed.
“And look fucking hot on you”, he said with a smirk before he patted the place on the bed next to him.
“Come over, Baby”, he muttered in a low tone as his eyes kept darting at you.
“I’m gonna, just a moment”, you said with a smile before you moved over to the nightstand on your side of the bed.
“I found something on our last run in that abandoned village”, you said as you grabbed the handle of its drawer.
“Oh damn yeah”, Negan said in a wolfish tone while a big grin painted all over his face.
“Nothing dirty, asshole”, you laughed as you tossed a small pillow over to him.
“Well, then I’m damn eager to know what the fuck you’ve found else”, he said grinning as he winked at you and rolled over on his side to get a better look.
You opened the drawer, grabbed into it and lifted your surprise over to him.
“Your favorite chocolate”, you said with a smile as Negan’s eyes widened like the ones of a kid who’s unpacking their Christmas presents.
“Holy Fuck, I haven’t seen those fuckers in ages”, he called out as he took the chocolate bar out of your hand, looking at it as if he wouldn’t really believe his eyes.
“Shit, thank you”, he said with a big smile and began to open the package eagerly.
“You really gotta fucking love me when you were able to resist to eat this great as fuck shit till now”, Negan said as he shoved the first piece of chocolate in his mouth and held the package with a nod over to you.
“Yeah and you really gotta love me when you’re sharing it with me”, you laughed as you took one piece out of the package.
“Oh damn, yes I do”, he said as he bit his lip with a big smirk.

“Shit, now I don’t fucking know if I should eat all with you right now or save something for later”, he grunted moments later as he placed the chocolate on his nightstand and sunk down into the pillows.
“Yeah, I know, that’s the real struggle”, you said chuckling as you pulled one the blankets over your legs.
“Anyway, what’s the movie?”, you asked as you nodded over to the TV and felt how Negan’s arm wrapped around your hip.
“Some crime movie thingy, we gotta find out who the damn murderer is”, he said with a wink before you let yourself sink next to him as his arm wrapped closer around you.

“Any guesses yet?”, Negan mumbled shortly later with a grin as you felt his fingers tracing in a slow rhythm over your arm.
“No, but that young woman there, I bet she’s gonna die”, you mumbled as you cuddled closer.
“Why?”, he asked as you felt his head resting against yours.
“‘Cause she’s this typical side character who’s just there to get killed off at some point so the detectives get some more pieces of evidence”, you muttered before you raised your voice again.
“You got a guess?”, you asked as you looked up from his chest.
“That fucker in the suit seems damn suspicious to me”, he chuckled as he pointed with his free hand at the man who was flickering over the screen.

You laid your head back down, letting it lean against his neck as your hand rested on his chest while he let out a content sigh.
Watching the movie you cuddled closer, feeling how his chest slow and steady up and down beneath your hand while the “fucker in the suit” wandered towards the screen, stopping, as the camera only captured his face and his eyes that stared into your direction.
You pulled your brows together, wondering what would happen next before you flinched up in his Negan’s arm as a loud gunshot sounded and a bullet gored through the man’s head.
“Aww my poor, poor Sweetheart”, Negan chuckled provocative as he rolled on his side to wrap his other arm around you and hug you tightly.
“Damn darling, looks like you need me to comfort you, huh?”, he teasingly asked as you shoved his chest playfully.
“You flinched too, at least a bit”, you defended yourself chuckling as he bit his lip and shook his head slightly.
“Ah no. Baby, you don’t have to be fucking ashamed for being scared by a fucking little gunshot”, he teased before you swayed your head with a chuckle and gave him the finger.
“Oh wow, now we’re turning aggressive”, he laughed looking at your hand before you lowered it again.
“You’re such an idiot”, you mumbled smirking as you let your head fall next to his chest and felt him pulling you closer.
“I know”, he muttered with a small chuckle as he placed a kiss on the top of your head before you lifted it to look back at him and peck his lips.

Negan let out an uncomfortable groan as you let go of him before he placed his hand on your neck to bring you close and press your lips back on his.
A deep rumble escaped his throat as your hand caressed the back of his neck and ran through his dark hair while he began to slowly intensify your kiss.
You were about to melt more into his kiss and his embrace as suddenly you both flinched up through the next unexpected gunshot coming from the TV.
Staring at the screen, the young woman you had already earlier pronounced as dead, fell with a loud thud to the ground.
“At least I was right about her”, you muttered as you heard Negan chuckle and felt him pulling you with him back down into the pillows.

“It was the fucking Butler after all? Are they fucking kidding me? That guy was great”, Negan said with a huff as the TV turned black and the credits began to wander over the screen.
“Great at pretending to be innocent”, you said with a light chuckle before you saw how Negan pulled over another fluffy blanket over his legs.
Oh no, not this one, Negan, stop hogging all the blankets”, you complained with a chuckle as you grabbed the fluffy black blanket to pull it back.
“You got some fucking blankets over there too”, he laughed as he nodded to your side.
“Yeah, but they’re not nearly as soft as this one and all the others on your side”, you mumbled as you wrapped the black blanket over your body.
“Alright but only because it’s you”, Negan said winking teasingly at you while letting out a throaty chuckle.
“Need my girl to be comfortable, right?”, he chuckled before he pulled you a little closer.
You shifted against him as he tucked both of you under the blanket and pulled some more over as you let out a content sigh and leaned your head against his neck.
“Good moment for some more chocolate, huh?”, Negan asked before you nodded with a small smirk and looked up at him as he grabbed the package from his nightstand, handing you over another piece.
“Next time I’m coming with you to that village, gotta see if there’s more”, Negan mumbled smirking as he placed the package next to him and reached over to the nightstand to grab his glass with whiskey.
He sighed deeply out after taking a good sip of it before putting the glass back and looking with a big smirk over to you.
“And next to that, damn, I can think of a fucking great use for all these abandoned bedrooms”, he chuckled as you cuddled with a laugh closer.
“Oh I knew you’d add that”, you chuckled against his skin before you heard his throaty laugh sound through the room.

It got quiet again as his arm wrapped tightly around you and made sure that you stayed close to him while you closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying his warmth, his scent and simply his presence.
“You know what? This here is fucking perfect”, Negan’s deep voice mumbled as a smile grew on your lips and you opened your eyes again, lifting your head to look at him.
“Don’t understand me wrong, fucking is awesome as hell but this here is just-”, he said stopping mid-sentence and ended it by just sighing slightly and looking with a big smile at you.
You smiled back, placing your hand back on his jaw as you stroke with your thumb slowly over his stumble before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips that still tasted like whiskey.
“Yeah, it’s perfect”, you mumbled against his lips, happy to know that you’ve found this luck in this world, even happier as you felt him pulling you into another kiss.


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