Category: lines we cross

crzcorgi:

Negan ~ The Walking Dead

S10 E1 ~ “Lines We Cross”

dailytwd:

#mood

michonnegrimes:

10.01 – “Lines We Cross” | 10.06 – “Bonds”

thewalkingdead-imagines:

Imagine for the premiere of season 10

Summary: With some of Negan’s new earned freedom, the Reader and Negan finally have the possibility to live out some of their dreams before the news about the Whisperers casts a shadow over the idyll 

Warnings: Smut

the last part /all other previous parts
(You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

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Today was a good day.
The sun was shining brightly, only a couple puffy white clouds were dappling the blue sky, the infirmary was running smoothly, and the streets of Alexandria were filled with people enjoying the warm weather. 
Winter was far gone, the snow storm only part of your memories by now and almost as much as the seasons had changed, your situation had too.
It had become quiet around the whole whisperer topic, everybody knew they were in a way omnipresent on their side of the border, but they hadn’t strayed from it, giving the communities a bit of an opportunity to breathe and overcome the deaths they had caused as well as possible. 
And not only the situation of the communities had changed, your personal one had too and you could be reminded by it simply by looking outside the window.
Down there by the field of tomatoes crouched a tall man, picking the ripe red ones off the bushes while each of his movements let the thick blue shirt he was wearing tense over his broad back. He shifted a little, adjusting his position before pushing the gray cap on his head deeper, trying to let it shield him more from the sun before he reached back down, though not without halting for a moment. He turned his head, only just enough to look up at the window and glimpse at you, his concentrated mien from before vanishing as a grin let his lips curl up and let his dimples show beneath his salt and pepper stumble show, before he winked roguishly at you.
Negan was out. 

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thewalkingdead-imagines:

Imagine for the premiere of season 10

Summary: With some of Negan’s new earned freedom, the Reader and Negan finally have the possibility to live out some of their dreams before the news about the Whisperers casts a shadow over the idyll 

Warnings: Smut

the last part /all other previous parts
(You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

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Today was a good day.
The sun was shining brightly, only a couple puffy white clouds were dappling the blue sky, the infirmary was running smoothly, and the streets of Alexandria were filled with people enjoying the warm weather. 
Winter was far gone, the snow storm only part of your memories by now and almost as much as the seasons had changed, your situation had too.
It had become quiet around the whole whisperer topic, everybody knew they were in a way omnipresent on their side of the border, but they hadn’t strayed from it, giving the communities a bit of an opportunity to breathe and overcome the deaths they had caused as well as possible. 
And not only the situation of the communities had changed, your personal one had too and you could be reminded by it simply by looking outside the window.
Down there by the field of tomatoes crouched a tall man, picking the ripe red ones off the bushes while each of his movements let the thick blue shirt he was wearing tense over his broad back. He shifted a little, adjusting his position before pushing the gray cap on his head deeper, trying to let it shield him more from the sun before he reached back down, though not without halting for a moment. He turned his head, only just enough to look up at the window and glimpse at you, his concentrated mien from before vanishing as a grin let his lips curl up and let his dimples show beneath his salt and pepper stumble show, before he winked roguishly at you.
Negan was out. 

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thewalkingdead-imagines:

Imagine for the premiere of season 10

Summary: With some of Negan’s new earned freedom, the Reader and Negan finally have the possibility to live out some of their dreams before the news about the Whisperers casts a shadow over the idyll 

Warnings: Smut

the last part /all other previous parts
(You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

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Today was a good day.
The sun was shining brightly, only a couple puffy white clouds were dappling the blue sky, the infirmary was running smoothly, and the streets of Alexandria were filled with people enjoying the warm weather. 
Winter was far gone, the snow storm only part of your memories by now and almost as much as the seasons had changed, your situation had too.
It had become quiet around the whole whisperer topic, everybody knew they were in a way omnipresent on their side of the border, but they hadn’t strayed from it, giving the communities a bit of an opportunity to breathe and overcome the deaths they had caused as well as possible. 
And not only the situation of the communities had changed, your personal one had too and you could be reminded by it simply by looking outside the window.
Down there by the field of tomatoes crouched a tall man, picking the ripe red ones off the bushes while each of his movements let the thick blue shirt he was wearing tense over his broad back. He shifted a little, adjusting his position before pushing the gray cap on his head deeper, trying to let it shield him more from the sun before he reached back down, though not without halting for a moment. He turned his head, only just enough to look up at the window and glimpse at you, his concentrated mien from before vanishing as a grin let his lips curl up and let his dimples show beneath his salt and pepper stumble show, before he winked roguishly at you.
Negan was out. 

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thewalkingdead-imagines:

Imagine for the premiere of season 10

Summary: With some of Negan’s new earned freedom, the Reader and Negan finally have the possibility to live out some of their dreams before the news about the Whisperers casts a shadow over the idyll 

Warnings: Smut

the last part /all other previous parts
(You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

image

Today was a good day.
The sun was shining brightly, only a couple puffy white clouds were dappling the blue sky, the infirmary was running smoothly, and the streets of Alexandria were filled with people enjoying the warm weather. 
Winter was far gone, the snow storm only part of your memories by now and almost as much as the seasons had changed, your situation had too.
It had become quiet around the whole whisperer topic, everybody knew they were in a way omnipresent on their side of the border, but they hadn’t strayed from it, giving the communities a bit of an opportunity to breathe and overcome the deaths they had caused as well as possible. 
And not only the situation of the communities had changed, your personal one had too and you could be reminded by it simply by looking outside the window.
Down there by the field of tomatoes crouched a tall man, picking the ripe red ones off the bushes while each of his movements let the thick blue shirt he was wearing tense over his broad back. He shifted a little, adjusting his position before pushing the gray cap on his head deeper, trying to let it shield him more from the sun before he reached back down, though not without halting for a moment. He turned his head, only just enough to look up at the window and glimpse at you, his concentrated mien from before vanishing as a grin let his lips curl up and let his dimples show beneath his salt and pepper stumble show, before he winked roguishly at you.
Negan was out. 

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thewalkingdead-imagines:

Imagine for the premiere of season 10

Summary: With some of Negan’s new earned freedom, the Reader and Negan finally have the possibility to live out some of their dreams before the news about the Whisperers casts a shadow over the idyll 

Warnings: Smut

the last part /all other previous parts
(You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

image

Today was a good day.
The sun was shining brightly, only a couple puffy white clouds were dappling the blue sky, the infirmary was running smoothly, and the streets of Alexandria were filled with people enjoying the warm weather. 
Winter was far gone, the snow storm only part of your memories by now and almost as much as the seasons had changed, your situation had too.
It had become quiet around the whole whisperer topic, everybody knew they were in a way omnipresent on their side of the border, but they hadn’t strayed from it, giving the communities a bit of an opportunity to breathe and overcome the deaths they had caused as well as possible. 
And not only the situation of the communities had changed, your personal one had too and you could be reminded by it simply by looking outside the window.
Down there by the field of tomatoes crouched a tall man, picking the ripe red ones off the bushes while each of his movements let the thick blue shirt he was wearing tense over his broad back. He shifted a little, adjusting his position before pushing the gray cap on his head deeper, trying to let it shield him more from the sun before he reached back down, though not without halting for a moment. He turned his head, only just enough to look up at the window and glimpse at you, his concentrated mien from before vanishing as a grin let his lips curl up and let his dimples show beneath his salt and pepper stumble show, before he winked roguishly at you.
Negan was out. 

Keep reading

Imagine for the premiere of season 10

Summary: With some of Negan’s new earned freedom, the Reader and Negan finally have the possibility to live out some of their dreams before the news about the Whisperers casts a shadow over the idyll 

Warnings: Smut

the last part /all other previous parts
(You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

image

Today was a good day.
The sun was shining brightly, only a couple puffy white clouds were dappling the blue sky, the infirmary was running smoothly, and the streets of Alexandria were filled with people enjoying the warm weather. 
Winter was far gone, the snow storm only part of your memories by now and almost as much as the seasons had changed, your situation had too.
It had become quiet around the whole whisperer topic, everybody knew they were in a way omnipresent on their side of the border, but they hadn’t strayed from it, giving the communities a bit of an opportunity to breathe and overcome the deaths they had caused as well as possible. 
And not only the situation of the communities had changed, your personal one had too and you could be reminded by it simply by looking outside the window.
Down there by the field of tomatoes crouched a tall man, picking the ripe red ones off the bushes while each of his movements let the thick blue shirt he was wearing tense over his broad back. He shifted a little, adjusting his position before pushing the gray cap on his head deeper, trying to let it shield him more from the sun before he reached back down, though not without halting for a moment. He turned his head, only just enough to look up at the window and glimpse at you, his concentrated mien from before vanishing as a grin let his lips curl up and let his dimples show beneath his salt and pepper stumble show, before he winked roguishly at you.
Negan was out. 

Not fully though, nights still belonged to the cell and he had a guard following his every step as soon as he got out, but for nearly a week now he was allowed to work outside in the field, picking tomatoes and other vegetables that were ready to be used. 
It still seemed surreal seeing him crouching there, nearly too good to be true, but that didn’t matter as long as this was your reality. It was almost impossible to put into words how great and heartwarming it was to see him out on the field instead of pent up in the cell, finally fulfilling part of what you had only dared to dream of just a little while ago.
You could feel a wide smile growing on your lips as your glance darted at him, watching as he bit his lip and let a small chuckle rumble through his chest before he got back to work. Softly sighing you glanced at your own work on the counter, at the countless seeming bandages and packages of tablets and salves you were turning into smaller dosages to place them into a bag that should soon be a doctor’s bag for emergencies. You still had a lot of work to do to finish it up and the meds seemed to become more and more instead of less, but still, it didn’t bother you much as soon as your eyes wandered to the clock on the wall that slowly heralded your nearer coming break with every tick it made, and this break was gonna be an even better one than it had already been over the last week.
You’d spend them mostly at the field with Negan, bringing some snacks, water and chairs to its side to spend it there with him, but today would be different.
It had taken some persuasion and compromises for sure, but now finally, you could take Negan for the break to your house and give the both of you a bit of the domestic life you’d wished for all these years. It was a surprise and you’d had problems to keep it a little secret for the last days, but the look on his face would be worth it and you honestly couldn’t wait to see it.
Snapping yourself out of your thoughts you picked some of the bandage pieces up and placed them in a small pocket, only moving your glance from your work as soon as you heard footsteps sounding over the wooden floorboards, mixing with the voice of the Dante, the new doctor that got closer before you caught him slipping into the room, the odd grin on his lips that seemed to be nearly permanently stuck on there. He sighed as he grabbed his white coat off the rack, starting to put it on as he glanced at you, chuckling slightly before he began to push the cloth over himself.
“Aah good feeling”, Dante groaned, letting out a thick laugh as he strolled over to the counters, shuffling a little to get the white coat to fit perfectly ,”Just putting on this coat turns you into a god!”
Another laugh left his lips, though he definitely wasn’t joking.
“You know, doctors are on the top tier of the apocalypse hierachy”, he said, flashing his teeth in a wide, overenthusiastic grin as he stopped next to you, pulling out a drawer to reach in for some meds while you glanced at him for a moment, too irritated to give him a real answer until he glanced back up.
“Well, probably”, you just mumbled, looking back down to cut up a bit more off the bandage as he pulled some aspirin out of the drawer, though his attention shifted quickly back from the tablets to you.
“You don’t wanna wear a coat?”
“Ah no, I’m fine like that”, you said, shrugging your shoulders slightly as you collected the bandage pieces and placed them in one of the pockets,”I’m also no actual doctor so-”
“Huh?”, he cut you off, staring with puckered brows at you as you turned for a moment towards him.
“Well, I learned everything I know now after the world went south, I can do all the stuff around here and the things I’ve read about, theoretically. But it’s different to the stuff I know Siddiq did when he studied before the end of the world….y’know surgeries and all that.”
“So you’re a half goddess”, he laughed, the puckered brows gone and instead switched with the way too wide smile again as you glanced startled at him for a second, once again too irritated to react before you just slowly nodded and reached back to get some more tablets out of the small sprawled out packages, though not without stealing another look of Negan outside.
“Whatcha looking at?”, Dante asked barely a split second later, stretching a little closer towards the window before he let out a loud groan.
“Oh the man of the myths and legends. Fallen from the top to the very bottom. In the game of gods he’d probably be the fallen angel, huh? Lucifer”, he chuckled, striking just the wrong nerve within you. You could feel yourself tensing up, even though you kept your glance directed at the meds in your hands trying to not give Dante’s weird talking more weight than it deserved.
”No offense”, he chuckled, still remaining next to you while the sound in his voice was just the same as it had been seconds before.
“Well, he’s not”, you said, finally glancing up at him, your voice firm yet calm, though you didn’t want to give that comment more worth. Dante was harmless as far as you cold judge until now, and his remarks were nothing but hot air.
“Of course!”, he said, the wide grin still on his lips as he chuckled while your eyes fell on the clock on the wall, that lightened your mood immediately. It was break, finally.
“Alright, think my break starts now. Gonna finish this up when I’m back”, you said, motioning towards the bag that the small packages,”Gonna see you later, right?”
“Yeah, sure. Gotta get back to heaven’s work!”, Dante loudly chuckled, adjusting the stethoscope around his neck as he was already on his way to the hallway while you got yourself to the door, ready to start your break before his Voice stopped you just as you grasped the door’s handle.
“Oh, and half-goddess?”, he chuckled as you turned around and met his still so overenthusiastic glance,”You’re at your house later, right? Can you get some pillow cases? They’re all dirty here”
“Yeah”, you nodded, before letting out a small chuckle elicited by the weirdness of this whole situation,”But (Y/N) is just fine.”
“Sure, sure”, Dante laughed before he rushed off into the patients’ rooms, leaving you to finally slip out of the house.
“What the fuck”, you mumbled under your breath as you sighed, no idea what the hell was going on in Dante’s head, though you cared much less about it now that you were heading down the porch, strolling towards Negan who was still crouching by the crops.
“Hey, farmer”, you chuckled as soon as you reached him, letting his glance shoot up within seconds as his puckered brows loosened up and instead gave enough space for a grin to spread over his lips.
“Ah hey, Baby”, he said, grinning up at you as he heaved himself on his legs, shaking them a little out as he straightened his posture and took a couple steps towards you.
“(Y/N)?”, Brandon’s voice echoed from behind Negan through to you, stopping your husband’s steps for a moment as his new guard appeared from behind him.
“Just gonna take him with me for the break. Got Michonne and Gabriel’s permission”, you quickly said, forestalling any misunderstandings while you could watch Negan’s face growing confused.
“Wait, we don’t stay here?”
“No, not today”, you shook your head, sparking some curiosity in Negan’s face while Brandon’s only grew more confused.
“You can trust me on this, promise”, you said, giving him a small smile as he slowly nodded.
“Okay”, he mumbled, though his face was still a little tense as his eyes wandered over the both of you ,”Are you allowed to go alone?”
“Damn kid, you’re curious”, Negan chuckled, scratching his beard as Brandon shifted from foot to foot and gripped his spear a little tighter, growing a little uncertain though he tried to keep looking confident.
“It’s okay”, you said, shaking your head as you glanced back at Brandon ,”Yeah, we’re just down the street. Gabe said it’s alright, as long we’re just that far.”
”Okay…then see you after the break, Sir”, he said, slowly nodding as he relaxed a little while Negan flashed him another grin.
“See ya, Brandon”, he chuckled, tossing the tomato in his hand into the bucket on the ground before showing you a wide grin, “Let’s get going!”

“Now where the hell are we heading?”, Negan asked as you finally made your way down the field, wrapping his arm around you to pull you against his side as you grinned at him.
“Damn, you’re curious”, you chuckled, imitating his tone to Brandon a little as he shook his head with a deep laugh.
“Don’t you do that. C’mon, tell me. And how the fuck did you get them to say yes. Gabe’s got that kid following me around every damn step.”
“To the house…had an agreement”, you said as you headed down the street with him towards your house, trying to ignore the couple people that were eyeing you on your way as Negan furrowed his brows, still trying to figure out what had happened.
“I could take you to the house if the first week works fine. Didn’t tell you ‘cause I wasn’t sure if they’d actually allow it in the end, didn’t want to get us both excited for nothing”, you said, giving him a small smile,”But it worked out so now, we can spend the breaks at the house.”
For a moment, Negan only nodded slightly as his lips curled a little up, even though he remained so unusual silent that it almost seemed like you had gotten him speechless.
”We’re only allowed to stay there and on the back porch but-”
“Holy crap”, it finally broke out of him, his lips now forming into a wide grin as his eyes lightened up and a small, yet happy laugh fell from his lips just as you reached your home ,”Hot fucking damn!”
“Got the whole house for us”, you said as you grinned at him, enjoying the utterly happy look on his face and the realization that your little plan had worked as you headed up the porch.
”Well, except for the supplies”, you said, strolling over to the front door and swinging it open, allowing Negan to slip in with you,” But they’re mainly in the rooms we won’t need and it’s mostly stuff people aren’t usually coming for around this time of the day so it’s all ours.”
“I-”, Negan mumbled, his arm tightening around your waist as his eyes swayed over the hallway, his mouth gaping a little open as he gulped thickly, though not getting another word out.
“Shit, did I really get you speechless?”, you softly chuckled, glancing up at him as his glance seemed to jump from every little thing as if they were mirages, threatening to disappear in the next seconds again until it found back to you.
“Yeah,…fuck, yeah”, he stammered, running his hand over his mouth as he let out a small chuckle and pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you to hug you tightly.
“Damn this is a great surprise”, Negan mumbled into the crook of your neck, humming deeply as you leaned closer into his touch.
“Glad, you like it…was hard enough to keep my mouth shut before you”, you chuckled, feeling his hot breath against your skin as he let out a small laugh.
“Wanna go upstairs? Wanna show you something. We can eat later”, you added as Negan slowly backed away a bright, enthusiastic grin on his lips as he nodded quickly.
“Hell yes!”

“So what do ya got up there for me?”, Negan asked as you finally made your way up the stairs, ahead of him while he followed you, though a little impatient.
“You’ll see”, you chuckled, taking up another step as you suddenly caught Negan’s hand reaching up beside your hip, quickly moving to pinch your ass before you could move.
“Negan!”, you called out, nearly flinching your way up the last step to the next floor as you let out a small laugh as soon as you turned around and caught the wide, wolfish grin on his lips,”Asshole…that won’t make me tell you either.”
“Oh I know, was just too tempting”, Negan chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he joined you upstairs, smirking down as you as you nudged his side playfully.
“Now c’mon”, you said, taking his hand to finally lead him down the hallway, past the rooms that were full with supplies to reach your own.
“You really like packing this with suspense, don’t ya?”, Negan chuckled as he moved in next to you, his eyes glued to the door as you finally opened it.
“Maybe”, you chuckled, stepping a little back and letting go of Negan’s hand to let him slip inside watching as his eyes scanned over the room he’d last been in years ago, while you slowly nodded to your large bed.
“Didn’t have a big bed for years. Wanna go all starfish?”, you chuckled, eliciting a wide, almost with childlike joy filled smile on Negan’s lips as his eyes switched between you and the comfy bed.
“Holy shit, yes”, he laughed, rushing towards the bed, stumbling as he wiggled and pushed the boots of his feet before falling down onto the soft, brown sheets of the bed, smiling widely as a loud, satisfied groan fell from his lips.
“Oh my fuckin-…holy fuck, that’s good”, he grumbled, closing his eyes as he shifted further into the middle, spreading his arms and long legs out, his head nuzzling into the softness of the fuzzy pillows as if he had just found heaven itself. He chuckled as he sunk further into the mattress while you stepped a little closer, enjoying to see him so happy on that bed before he opened his eyes and glimpsed at you.
“Now c’mere”, he mumbled, the smile still painted on his lips, though a bit of a grin mixed back in as he moved his head a little up, stroking off his cap and tossing it to the bed’s side.
“You sure? Don’t want that whole space a little longer for yourself?”, you chuckled, reaching the bed as Negan shook his head and reached for your hand.
“One fucking hundred percent sure, c’mere”, he mumbled, tugging on your hand to get you to join him as you wiggled your boots off as well, moving in to climb over him and fall next to him.
“Now this is perfect”, Negan chuckled as you huddled closer, getting comfortable as you moved your legs over his hip and settled your head onto his chest, hugging him back as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Can you pinch my ass? Feel like this is a dream”, Negan mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss to your hair as you moved your hand, pinching his side just like he had pinched you earlier as he flinched a little up beneath you.
“Fuck”, he chuckled, tightening his embrace as he let out another rough laugh,”Well at least I know I’m actually fuckin’ awake.”
“Just a little revenge”, you chuckled, moving your head from his chest to glance at him, leaning in to press a kiss against his stubbly jaw before his eyes softened a little as he huddled deeper into the pillows.
“Y’know what? That’s all the damn domestic shit I’ve been talking about”, he mumbled, moving his hand to run it up and down your back, smiling as he let out a small sigh, “Just walking down the fucking street, laying in some big bed all sprawled out…so fucking great.”
“Yeah”, you softly nodded, reaching up to caress your thumb over his jaw, smiling at him as part of your dreams with him you’ve had all those years in the cell too. This was great, and now that it was actually happened you could barely believe it as well, but there he was, your husband laying with you in this big, comfy bed, on top of it looking good enough to eat with those hazel eyes that were glancing up at you and his dark hair all messy.
“What?”, Negan chuckled, biting his lip as he glanced up at you, cocking his brows up as his eyes wandered curiously over your face.
“Can’t decide if you look hotter with that cap on or with your hair messy like that”, you mumbled with a chuckle, reaching your hand up to stroke it through his hair before shooting him a small grin,”Think I’m gonna settle for both.”
“Kinda got the feeling’ farmer-me gets ya goin’”, Negan throatily chuckled, turning the soft look in his eyes much more roguish as his hand squeezed your waist teasingly.
“Mhmm”, you just mumbled back, shrugging your shoulders to tease him a little before you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, caressing them with yours as Negan’s arms tightened again around you, moving you a little to get you on top of him.
“Shit, this is heaven”, he grumbled against your lips, running his hands down your body, grasping your hips before he slowly moved himself up, enough to sit up in the bed but keep you in his lap.
“Mhmm it is”, you mumbled, humming into the next kiss he pressed over your lips as you caressed your fingertips through the hair at the back of his head, eliciting some more of those deep growls of his that sounded like music in your ears. Negan was already wrapping his arms tighter around you as his kisses grew hungrier and more demanding, signaling clearly where he wanted to head with this. And while his fingers where already beginning to fumble on the waistband of your pants, another idea suddenly sparked up in your head, another little thing that could give him something he didn’t really have for years.
“Negan?”
“Hmm?”, he grumbled, cocking his brows up as you leaned a little back to glimpse at him.
“Y’know, we could also take this to the shower”, you mumbled, giving him a small grin before letting a chuckle fall from your lips,”Y’know, one with hot water and some real water pressure.”
“Shit, that sounded sexy”, he laughed, his grin growing wider again as before he gripped your hips tighter, “C’mon, let’s get ya in that fuckin’ shower!”

Steam was quickly beginning to fill the bathroom as soon as you’d turned the  water on, filling the room with some heat as Negan stripped himself and you of your clothes faster than you could look. He sure was always enthusiastic whenever he got to get you undressed but right now, he was a little extra excited.
”Oh this is gonna be awesome!”, his voice echoed through the air as he slipped into the shower, growling deeply as the hot water first touched his skin before you finally caught him moving his tall figure completely underneath the strong stream.
“Oh fuck, oh fuckin’ fuckity fuck!”, Negan groaned loudly as soon as he settled underneath the shower, nearly moaning as the hot water pelted down on his body.
“Sounds like you’re cumming”, you laughed as you slipped into the shower as well, watching Negan’s relaxed face, the water running down his skin, wetting his hair as his eyes were closed, mouth opened, with his jaw hanging loosely before it tensed a little as his lips formed a grin.
“Mhm sure comes close to it”, Negan mumbled, humming as he moved his head a little from side to side, letting the hot water pelt down onto each shoulder and neck more at a time before he let his eyes flutter open to glimpse at you.
“C’mere”, he grumbled, reaching towards you to sling his arms around you and pull you against his broad chest, enough to let the wide showerhead pelt the water over both of your bodies.
“Fuck, this is so good”, He groaned again, now with an almost childlike joy filling his eyes again as you settled against him, enjoying the feeling of his warm body and the hot water mixing with one another.
”Much fuckin’ better than that goddamn shit thing at the cell”, he groaned, nuzzling his nose into your wet hair as he grasped you closer, combining the heat from the shower with the one he was sparking within you.
”Yeah”, you mumbled back, leaning in to press a kiss against his jaw before you slowly backed away.
“No, stay there”, Negan mumbled, nearly pouted as you moved a little further, chuckling as you reached for the shampoo bottle.
“Just getting some body wash, thought you’d like a little massage”, you said, grinning at him as his eyes immediately lighted back up again, “Don’t have anything here that fits you for now so you’re gonna smell like roses.”
“Think I can live with that, y’know as long as I get those hands back on me”, Negan said, giving you a wink as you moved back against him, shaking your head with a laugh as he quickly slung his arms back around your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies smoothed against each other again.
Just then you pressed some of the body wash into your hands and put it back to the others, before glancing up at Negan who was a already closing his eyes again while you started to foam it a little up between your fingers. Then, slowly, you reached up, placing your hands on his neck as you began to caress your fingers over its side and his shoulders, watching as his face relaxed a little as you moved on.
”Can’t wait for my turn”, Negan grumbled, rising his brows suggestively as he glimpsed at you for a moment, biting his lips as you ran your hands over his shoulders, then down his chest while small soap bubbles began to entangle in the dark, short curls that peppered his chest.
You chuckled softly in response, your eyes fixing on his rising and falling chest as your hands moved to his sides, moving slowly down as you covered them in foam.
”Mhmm…I’m definitely enjoying mine”, you mumbled, almost cringing a little at yourself at how moony you were staring at him as you ran your hands over his body, relishing in it not one bit less than Negan.
”Damn…sounds like you’re already dripping”, Negan quietly growled, grinning widely as you pinched his side in defense, watching as he flinched a little before you smoothed your hands back against his skin.
”Mhm…maybe”, you chuckled, circling your thumb slowly over his skin before you reached his hips and slowly began to tease your fingertips along the line where else his the waistband of his pants rested, while your glance caught his growing erection as soon as your eyes dropped just a little down.
”Fuck”, Negan growled, as soon as your fingers reached the happy trail of tiny dark curls that south,”Stop that damn teasing.”
”Mhmm”, you mumbled with a small grin, enjoying to watch his body tense and twitch underneath your touch as you glanced up at him, catching the water running down his body and his face, with some drops entangling here and there in his salt and pepper beard while his eyes were still closed.
Biting your lip you leaned a little more in, allowing your fingertips to travel further south, watching how his jaw tensed a little up before you glimpsed down, a bit surprised that he even let you tease him that much until you finally let your hand wrap around his half-hard dick.
”Shit…”, he hissed out, rolling his hips forward to get more of your touch while the grin on your lips grew wider as you slid your fingers along the thick veins, feeling yourself growing wetter by the simple thought that he’d bury himself deeply into you in just a little bit.
Thicker growls rumbled up Negan’s chest as you twirled your hand around his dick, moving teasingly slowly up and down, caressing your thumb over his head each time you got to the top while you reached your free hand towards his balls, cupping them softly as Negan let out a deep moan.
It was like music to your ears, honestly, and you got only motivated as his hips bucked forward, letting you intensify your strokes and caresses as you could feel him gradually growing rock hard, right before he suddenly tensed up.
The coil in him finally snapped as with one swift yet rough movement he moved out of your touch, instead grasping your wrists as he pushed you against the cold tiles and trapped you between his body and the wall.
“Fuck it”, he panted, pushing his body closer against yours, gripping your wrists tighter as his eyes turned dark in lust,”My turn.”
An excitement filled tingling was rushing through you as his lips pressed against yours, growls rumbling up his throat as his hands let go of your wrists, instead moving them down to grip your waist, allowing your arms to sling around his neck.
More heat began to quickly pool in your middle as Negan moved one hand to your thigh, lifting it up to hook it around his hip, allowing a little space to form between you as he let go of your lips and glanced panting down at you.
“Fuck, Baby”, he growled, grinning wolfishly down,  more lust filling his eyes as he got a grasp on his hard dick and guided it closer to your middle, letting you already shiver in anticipation before he stopped as soon as his head pressed against your core, letting you whimper in pleasure and longing to feel him thrust into you.
“Negan”, you nearly pleaded, glimpsing at him through the steam of the hot water, fully knowing that he was doing this all on purpose.
“Oh poor girl”, Negan grinned, licking his lips as he rolled his hips only a tiny bit forwards, enough to push himself just to the bare minimum into you, eliciting a small moan to fall from your lips.
“C’mon, please”, you mumbled, grasping his biceps to get a little hold as he only grinned wider, digging his fingers into your thigh to keep you close while his other hand moved to your middle, his fingers placing on your clit as he continued his little torture.
”That’s what ya get for teasing me”, he growled with another roguish grin, circling his thumb over then sensitive numb, “Fuck, you know that.”
You just nodded, unable to form proper sentences anymore as the longing in you got fueled by the combination sensations you were fully exposed to, leaving you to melt underneath his lust filled glance.
“You got anything to say, Baby?”, Negan growled, dominance radiating from him as he put more pressure on your sweet spot, eliciting another soft moan to fall from your lips.
“Please Negan…”, you mumbled, already beginning to tremble, your body begging to finally be rewarded as you dug your fingertips deeper into his skin.
“Mhmm think you can do better”, he growled, the wicked grin still on his lips as he rolled his hips a little forwards, enough to intensify his little torture as you winced in response.
“Oh c’mon, please…please, Negan”, you mumbled, running your hands up his arms and shoulders until you could caress them along his neck, a small part hoping that your touches would additionally motivate him to finally give in.
Instead, his grin only got wider for a moment as he leaned in, enough to let his lips hover over yours as your breath quickened.
“Okay, Sweetheart”, he whispered and with that, suddenly snapped his hips forward, pushing himself inch for inch deeper into you as a load moan fell from your lips and your body gave in to the sudden overflow of sensations.
Calling out his name you held onto him, hearing the mix of deep groans and satisfied chuckles echoing through the bath room, while he wrapped his arms tighter around your body, keeping you steady and safe from slipping as he thrusted deeper.
“Fuck, yeah, moan for me, Baby”, Negan growled, finally filling you completely up as you nearly melted in his arms, your legs already beginning to shake as Negan’s lips captured yours.
Whimpering against his lips you felt him rolling his hips against yours, stroking in and out of your heat while you felt the sensation of the cold tiles against your back and his heat mixing, combining with the feeling of his pelvis rubbing against your most sensitive skin that made the heat within you only rise higher.
Slowly, your hand found its way into his wet hair, grabbing the black locks tightly as Negan’s lips parted from yours to let a deep moan fall from them while his hand grabbed your thigh tighter, burying his fingers into your skin.
The hot water kept pelting down on you as both of your moans echoed muffled by the shower through the bathroom while his lips captured yours again in a longing kiss, while your eyes shut tightly, concentrating on the hypnotizing feeling of his deep thrusts as you met their rhythm eagerly
“Oh fuck…Negan”, fell breathily from your lips as more curses left his while he leaned his forehead against yours, keeping you close as he gripped you tighter and let you swing more and more in ecstasy.
His hot and heavy pants hit your skin as your glance met his with lust darkened eyes once again before he leaned down to let his lips trail over the side of your neck, nibbling and sucking a little on the sensitive skin while his thrusts grew harder and faster.
“Fuck Baby, you’re so goddamn tight”, Negan groaned against you, his deep voice and the sensation of his beards stubble against your skin letting shivers run through you as your mind began to become hazy with pleasure.
“Shit, look down…look down and watch my thick dick fuck you”, Negan growled as he backed a little away, grinning wolfishly at you as he gripped your thigh tighter, thrusting hard enough to let you cry out in pleasure while you didn’t need a second invite to let your glance drop down to your middles.
Your half closed eyes immediately captured the view of his throbbing dick pounding into you, stroking in and out of your heat that seemed to multiply with each and every second.
“Fuck yeah, that’s what you like, huh?”, Negan groaned, moaning deeply as his eyes fixed on the way his cock sunk with each stroke deeper into your tightness, edging you further as his hand moved from your waist south, until it could move back to pamper your sweet spot and make a whole new wave of pleasure wash over your body.
You began to get dizzy of lust, your whole body shaking as you pressed your hips harder against his to feel him even deeper and stronger, longing for each and every bit he gave you.
“I-…I’m close”, you mumbled with the last bit of control in your body, gripping harder onto his shoulders as your eyes captured his for a moment, watching as those two words motivated him even more to pound you into the tiles.
“I know…fuck, I know, Baby”, Negan growled as he picked up the pace once again as his cock thrusted deeper into you, letting you feel all of him with each and every stroke while his fingers circled over your clit, putting more pressure on it to sent you even further onto cloud nine.
“Cum for me, fucking cum for me, Baby”, Negan loudly growled, his voice mixing with the sound of the pelting water as you clung onto him, crying out in pleasure as his pounds got harder and all the sensations that were washing over you seemed to combine.
The hot water that washed over your bodies, the glorious view of Negan being all hot and heavy for you, his dark wet hair and those eyes that seemed to radiate with lust and dominance in these moments, the water drops that ran down his chest and got caught in the dark curls that peppered his chest, the feeling of his large hand gripping your thigh, the other pampering your clit while his large dick pounded you into the cold tiles.
And then, with one last, hard thrust he sent you over the edge, letting your orgasm wash over you as you fell to pieces in his arms, shaking and feeling how he fucked you through your high while your moans and whimpers echoed through the bathroom.
Your head was still stuck in cloud nine as the aftershocks of your high rumbled through your body, still keeping it in that trance Negan had elicited while you gradually could feel how his hand moved from your clit back to your waist, gripping it harder as his thrusts got sloppier and his body began to tremble in pleasure as he neared his own release.
Cursing, he dug his fingertips deeper into your skin, deep moans and growls following them as he plowed into you, relentless and even faster than before before as you ran your hands over his body, caressing your fingertips over the side of his neck the way he liked it while his eyes finally fell completely shut as you rolled your hips harder against his.
“Holy fuckin’ fuckity fuck, fuck!”, he called out, gritting his teeth as reached his high, snapping his hips deeply into you before his last self control let him pull of of you and let him cum in thick spurts over your stomach, dripping down your reddened flesh as thick pants rumbled through his chest.
His eyes were glued to the part of body that was covered in him, lust still filling his glance as more curses mixed into his heavy pants while his grip on you slowly loosened and let you slump against one another, panting and still somewhere far from reality while he pulled you against his chest, keeping your weak legs from giving in before a exhausted but still deep chuckle left his lips.
“Y’know what?…This is already the best fucking break ever.”

The steam had already lightened, your breaths had come back to their normal rhythms and bathrobes were caressing your bodies as you found yourself wrapped up in Negan’s arms and cuddled against his chest in the middle of the bathroom. You were still swaying a tiny bit in the trance he had set you in, happy and calm as you shifted closer against him and felt his lips pressing to your temple before he let out a soft chuckle.
“You really hit the bull’s eye with that surprise, fuck”, he grumbled, brushing his beard stubble softly against your skin as he let out a content sigh, “Thank you, shit thank you so fuckin’ much, Baby.”
“Anytime”, you mumbled back, backing a little away, enough to glance at him before you let a small chuckle fall from your lips and grinned at him, “And it’s not like I’m not profiting from this here.”
“Oh you for sure did”, he grinned, giving your waist a small squeeze before he leaned in to peck your lips, “I was being serious though.”
“I know”, you mumbled back against his lips, your own curling into a wider smile before you leaned a little back and glimpsed up at him, catch his hazel eyes that wandered over your face while your heart filled with more warmth.
“I’m so proud of you, y’know that?”
“Of that orgasm I gave you or what?”, Negan teased with a chuckle, biting his lip as you pinched his side playfully.
“Yeah, of that one too”, you laughed as you glanced up, watching as his eyes scanned over your face,”But I meant of what you’re doing now…shit, just everything.”
“Damn”, Negan mumbled, a smile mixing into his grin as he pulled you a little closer, yet letting a small chuckle fall from his lips, “You’re gonna end up making me fuckin’ blush, Sweetheart.”
“Good”, you chuckled back, leaning in to press a kiss over his lips as the smile now took over his face completely.
“Nah, but seriously…that’s one fuckin’ awesome thing to hear, Baby”, he mumbled, the smile not fading one second as he pulled you closer until he could nuzzle his nose into your still slightly damp hair, humming as his arms wrapped tighter around you for a moment.
You cuddled closer, enjoying the simplicity of standing huddled up to your husband in the warm bathroom, with the soft bath rug smooting against your feet instead of the cold cement floor of the cell. Sighing contently he cradled you a little more, just before you could hear his stomach rumbling loudly, followed by a thick laugh of his.
“We should eat something.”

Dried completely up and slipped into your clothes you were finally leaving your room behind, already watching as Negan strolled down the stairs in front of you before work slipped into your mind for just another second and let a small groan fall from your lips.
“Wait, just gonna get some fresh pillowcases for the infirmary, they’re all out“, you said moving back towards Judith’s old nursery that was by now, besides still home to the furniture, also place for storage for bed clothes, sanitary products and some baby products, though most of it was by now at the infirmary and Rosita’s home.
“If I’m not doing it now I’ll definitely forget it later.“
“Aye Aye Captain“, Negan chuckled, jumping the few steps he’d already walked down back up, following you just as you opened the door to the nursery and slipped inside.
Sighing you scanned your eyes over the room, hoping to find the white cases for the infirmary in the endless seeming piles of supplies.
“They’re not where they usually are“, you grumbled, walking past the baby crib that was full of blankets and linings, everything but the pillow cases before you made your way to the small white closet, hoping for more success over there while you could hear Negan’s footsteps coming closer until they stopped shortly behind you.
Quietly cursing you opened the closet, searching through pile after pile, already ready to stop and just tell someone else to get them later, instead of wasting your precious time with Negan alone in the house, before you finally caught the white buddle of cases in the back of the last drawer.
“Who the fuck puts them back here“, you huffed as you quickly grabbed them, pushing the drawer back shut with your foot only to turn around to Negan, who had gotten so quiet it almost felt like he’d been switched with another man.
But instead your eyes caught him still standing by the crib, one hand placed on the edge, gripping the wood only gently, eyes scanning over the small bed with a look on his face as if he was stuck deeply in his thoughts and it didn’t take a genius to know that he wasn’t grumbling about the blankets and linens in there.
“Negan?“, you quietly asked as you slowly walked over to him, snapping him more forcefully back into reality than intended as his glance rushed back up at you, softening a little as it caught you.
You reached him in that moment, put the cases aside for a little and wrapped your arms around his torso, reading off his face that you knew what had played out in his head.
“Let’s just say I would’ve rather cum in you than on you", he grumbled, wrapping his arms around you as he gave you a small grin, though its purpose seemed more to keep himself from diving completely into those wishful thoughts than anything else. Instead of answering right away you just cuddled closer, allowing him to grasp you a little tighter as you nuzzled your nose into the curve of his neck, sighing quietly as Negan rested his head against yours.
It wasn’t your time yet, and you painfully knew it too. As long as the cell was still part of your lives family planning had to wait and the uncertainty of how long this would be was killing you as well, but there was a clear silverlining at he horizon now, not something that was only part of a happy imagination as it had been for way too long.
“Someday“, you finally softly mumbled, leaning a little in to press a kiss to his skin before you leaned back, glancing at him with a small smile on your lips,
“It’s already beginning to look better for us, much better. I mean a year ago we could only dream of something like this break now.“
“I know“, he mumbled, the smile growing a little as he was nodding slowly before he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours before he slowly let go and sighed, “I’m just not gettin’ younger, my boys neither. You’re young, I’m not.”
“Ah come on, you’re still in your forties, Negan. And men can sire kids til they’re old as hell, and you’re very far from that”, you said with a soft, supportive chuckle, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips, hugging him a little tighter back,”Even if we have to wait a little longer…and when the time’s right we’ll just try to not put pressure on us and it’s gonna be okay.”
“Yeah”, he slowly nodded, his eyes becoming a little softer before he pulled you closer until he could enclose you in his embrace again, rest his head on your shoulder as soon as you cuddled back against his chest. He held onto you for a little longer, cradling you until he loosened his arms a little and pressed his lips to the curve of your neck before slowly leaning back and giving you a small, crooked grin.
“C’mon let’s go eat something before I get even more drippy here.“

“So what’s for lunch?”, Negan asked as he strolled behind you into the kitchen, his mood lightened a bit up again after a couple more kisses and simply walking a down the halls and stairs, something so very simple yet extraordinary for someone who’d spend years in the cell.
“Tomato soup, think Barbara made a ton of it and we get the rest now”, you said, walking towards the fridge as you heard Negan’s footsteps stopping, followed by a small chuckle.
“Shit, still looks the same. Lucille got that fuckin’ side real good”, he grumbled as you turned around, catching him standing by the morse code poster on the wall, its side a bit crinkled from Negan’s fight with Rick years ago.
“Yeah, didn’t change much in here, except for the supplies”, you said as Negan turned around with a nod, walking towards you as you opened the fridge and reached for the pot with the soup.
“Just have to heat it up on the stove and we can eat“, you said, heaving the pot out of the cold only to be cut off as soon as you turned back to Negan, who was already reaching for the soup.
“Oh no, I wanna do it! Sit down and lemme cook for ya“, he immediately said, grabbing the sides of the pot with an almost childlike joy that enlightened his eyes before glancing with a shrug down to the meal,“Or warm shit up, whatever.“
"Alright“, you chuckled, letting go of it in the same moment and instead watching as he stemmed the pot onto the stove, and glanced back at you.
"I meant it, sit down“, he said, enthusiasm still swinging through his voice as he leaned in to peck your lips, “I’ve been waiting years to do domestic shit like that with and fucking for you so lean back and enjoy having your personal damn chef!“
"Okay, I’ll sit down“, you laughed against his lips, moving in just one more time to press your lips to his before finally parting to slip over to the table.
Settling down you watched Negan moving from side to side, turning the stove on, collecting cutlery and plates, pouring in some water for you both before finally stopping to stir the soup with one of the large wooden spoons.
He was seemingly radiating with a joyful energy that took his whole body over, elicited by such a simple task that yet would have been impossible just a week earlier.
"Oh this is good“, Negan mumbled, tasting some soup off the spoon, the grin on his lips widening as he moved his hips and shoulders in some small, nearly dance like moves, before gulping down another spoon full of the meal as if its was some magical potion that elicited even more enthusiasm in him.
„Is that little dance part of having my personal chef?“, you chuckled as you leaned against the backrest of your chair, still watching Negan as he let out a throaty laugh and grinned wolfishly at you.
"Maybe“, he mumbled, reaching his fingers up to while some small remains of the soup off his lips and the salt and pepper stubble before winking at you,“Your chef is also a part-time stripper“
"Oh perfect“, you said, mirroring the grin on his lips as he moved back to the stove, watching some steam rise up from the soup before he stirred a couple times more through it.
"Alright, think it’s all done“, Negan chuckled before he reached for the plates, quickly pouring some into each before strolling towards you and placing the steaming soup in front of you, a wide grin still pressed into the corners of his lips as he fell onto his chair at the head of the table.
“Tomato soup, tomatos outside. They’re fuckin’ everywhere”, Negan chuckled, as he dug his spoon into the soup, following you as you took down the first gulp of the sweet and hearty meal, smiling as soon as you tasted every bit of it.
“Yeah, they sure are, but it’s good”, you mumbled, already on your way to get the next bit down your throat as you watched Negan’s brows puckering as soon as his glance swayed outside for a moment.
”Now what the hell are they carryin’ around?”, he grumbled, nodding to the windows as you turned around, catching a couple men and women outside, carrying dark metal shields whose edges were strewn with large silver spikes, at their upper third a small rectangle with a metallic net, just enough to rise up the shield over head level and still see the enemy right in front.  
”Ah that’s the stuff for the training at the beach, guess some more head out and join”, you said, watching them disappear behind the next corner.
”Crap, that looks like some medieval shit”, Negan throatily chuckled, gulping down another spoon full with the tomato soup before he got quiet, puckering his brows a little before his glance jumped to you.
”They asked you to come? Didn’t talk much about their little adventure at the sea till now.”
”No, not yet”,you mumbled, shaking your head,”They need me more here at the infirmary.”
”But would you?”, he asked, his eyes scanning over your face as he cleared his throat slightly,”Would you go?”
You could hear the tension in his voice, see the slight twitching of the muscles around his jaw, enough to know what was going on in his head right now. He had already been antsy and worried each time you had gone on a run for a day in the past, especially with enough time in the cell to get his head warped up in the thoughts of what could happen out there. So the thought of having you join the army that would fight the whisperers if it would come to a war after all was eliciting the same thoughts, if not worse.
Sighing you glanced at him, biting the inside of your cheek even though you already knew what you’d answer.
”Well, if the crunch comes, I won’t say no”, you mumbled, answering truthfully as you softly shrug your shoulders ,”I mean, I’ve done stuff like this before, so if they need me I’ll fight, but it’s just training now, nothing could happen too..and me going there is either way not even up for discussion now, nothing has happened in months and lets hope it stays like that…so you got me all for yourself.”
You shot him a small grin, reaching out for his hand that rested on the wooden surface to give it a small squeeze, trying to get him back into the goofy and happy mood from just a couple moments ago. Grasping your hand back he looked at you, his face relaxing a little as he let out a small sigh.
“It’s not that I wanna fucking patronize you, it’s just that the damn thought of having you in danger gives me the fucking creeps”, he mumbled, biting his lip before it drew into a small grin, “Even though seeing you kick ass would be fucking hot too.”
“Yeah, I thought that would follow”, you chuckled, grinning back at him as he raised your hand to press a quick kiss to it’s back before letting it go.
“Well, ya know your man”, he chuckled, flashing another toothy grin before he reached back into the soup, “Anyway, some new shit in the infirmary? Want some new little stories, now that those fuckers see me outside I ain’t getting as much fucking gossip as before.”
”Nah, not really, but I still can’t figure out the new doctor”, you mumbled, shrugging your shoulders as you reached the last bit of your soup.
”That Dante guy?”
”Yeah”, you nodded, sighing just by the thought of him as Negan’s brows puckered for another moment.
“He’s hitting on you?“
"What? No“, you quickly answered, shaking your head as Negan looked with a cocked brow at you, as if he was trying to guess if you were just downplaying it a little to not give him a reason to kick the doctor’s ass.
"No, really. If he was, he’d be hitting on Siddiq and Eugene and whoever else too, so no, really don’t think that“, you shook your head, grimacing slightly as you thought of the weird conversation with him earlier,“He’s just…weird. Don’t even know how to exactly describe it.“
"Mhmm but if he’s bothering you-“
"It’s all good“, you chuckled, taking your last spoon of soup before you leaned back and glanced him,“Pretty sure he’s real harmless, just talks a lot of senseless shit.“
“Fuck, those assholes are one stinging pain in the ass”, Negan groaned finishing his plate as well before licking his lips clean and brushing his fingers over his beard to get rid of the last bit of soup.
"But I mean, as long as he does his job, I can live with that“, you said, shrugging your shoulders before you let out a small laugh,“Plus, I can gossip with you about him, so-”
“Yeah, at least that fucker’s good for that”, Negan said, letting out a small laugh as he leaned back in his chair and nodded toward you.
“C’mere”, he finally said, tugging slightly on your hand to get you to move closer, successfully as you got up from your chair and shifted to him until you could sit down on his lap and let him wrap his arms around you. Humming you settled closer to get a little more comfy, slinging your arms around his shoulders as he grinned up at you.
“Damn, lucky me, last time we ate in here you preferred the chair to my lap”, he chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder, the warmth of his lips palpable through the thin fabric of your shirt as you halted for a moment, digging a bit in your memories before you could grasp the right one.
“You remember that?”, you asked with a chuckle, your mind slipping back to the day and trip here all those years ago, after Carl had payed the Sanctuary a rather memorable visit.
“’Course I do”, he said, grinning a little wider as he pulled you closer, humming as he could bury his head for a moment in the curve of your neck, breathing deeply in and out before placing a warm kiss to the sensitive skin.
“Oh I love you”, he grumbled, his voice a little muffled as he nuzzled his nose into your neck,”So fuckin’ much.”
“I love you too”, you mumbled back, smiling as you let your hand reach a little up, enough for your fingertips to caress through the hair at the nape of his neck and elicit some more content growls to fall from his lips. Your eyes wandered over the room for a moment, over the table and the living room that edged onto the dining area, the comfy couches, the small fireplace, the TV and the small pile of old DVDs that had once been dug up after the world had gone south and had taken Netflix and everything just similar to it with it in its grave.
Everything was just so perfectly normal, so domestic and damn, so special to experience it with Negan, even far more special than it had been to you after you’d first entered Alexandria after surviving outside with the others.
“We can have this every day now”, you mumbled, feeling how he dove a little out of your neck’s crook to glance at you, a warm smile on his lips as he slowly nodded.
“Mhmm still can’t believe it”, he chuckled, tightening his arms a little around you before his glance swayed through the room until it got caught in the table. A small grin began to grow on his lips, widening within a few seconds as he glanced back at you, that wolfish glance right back in his eyes.
“What?”, you chuckled, raising your brows at him as he bit his lower lip before letting out a deep chuckle.
“Y’know next time I’ll fuck you on that table here…or in that big ass bed, or both!”, he chuckled, squeezing your waist teasingly as you let out a soft chuckle.
“Can’t wait”, you said, grinning back at him as you leaned in to press a kiss over his lips, humming into him before you slowly let go and got your glance caught by the ticking clock on the wall, that brought you back into reality.
“Fuck”, you mumbled, staring at the moving clock-hands that foreshadowed the end of your break.
“What?”
“My shift starts in ten again”, you sighed, glancing back at Negan who’s grin flattened a little, “And you gotta get back to Brandon.”
“Mhm, shit”, he grumbled, leaning in to rest his chin against your shoulder before he glimpsed up at you and let out a deep sigh, “Well, then let’s get going…if we stay like that a little longer you won’t get me outta here again.”

A word and a blow, even though getting yourself to actually leave your little domestic dream break behind was just as hard as you had thought. Still, you finally managed to grab the pillow cases and make your way out of the house, let the door fall into its lock behind you only to hear Negan’s thick chuckle sounding through the air as he made his way already down the porch.
“Damn, missed me that much?”, he laughed, guiding your glance quickly to Brandon, who was already waiting for Negan on the street, holding his spear tightly as he rested the blunt end on his shoe, and shifted a little from side to side clearly unsure how to respond at first.
“I was ordered to pick you up here and get you to the next field”, he then got out as you strolled down the stairs next to Negan who let another thick chuckle fall from his lips.
“Now that’s some service!”, he said, grinning widely before he glanced over at you, shifting closer for a moment to press a quick kiss to your lips,“See ya later, Sweetheart.”
“Yeah”, you said, giving him a smile back before he let out a sigh and eventually moved to Brandon’s side, ready to get back to work while you urged yourself to finally make your way down the street, back to the infirmary, back to reality.

The afternoon sun was already beaming through the windows as you finally finished the doctor’s bag up, pushing the samples of salves and pieces of bandaids into the pockets while Dante rushed from side to side of the room, countless of tablet packages in his hands,
“You know where I could reorganize this? Got no patients right now, ‘cept for the sniffy noses back in the rooms”, he chuckled, letting the meds finally fall onto the counter, sprawl all out over the wood as you grabbed the finished bag and placed it in well sight against the wall, ready to be taken in any emergency.
“There are some empty drawers on your right, you could take them I guess”, you said, getting yourself back up and leaned against the counter, watching as Dante’s eyes swayed over the bunch of meds before it got back to you.
“Perfect! You inspired me a little with your bag thing there”, he laughed, that friendly but still odd look back in his eyes as you let out a small chuckle.
“Great”, you said and Dante’s eyes already darted back down while he pushed the drawers open, letting out a triumphal chuckle as he found them as empty as you had left them and began to sort some of the tablets inside, while a knock on the door let your attention snap from him to the other side of the room.
“Hey, got a little problem”, you heard Robert say as you watched him pushing himself into the room, clutching his lower arm with his hand that was covered a little in dried blood.
“Oh crap”, you mumbled, rushing towards him as he glanced up with a helpless chuckle.
“Tried to fix some fences, turns out they didn’t want to be fixed.”
“You’re gonna take this over?”, you heard Dante ask from the other side of the room, while you already lead Robert to one of the cots, motioning for him to slowly sit down as you nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll take care of that”, you said, quickly grabbing some utensils before you got to work, only distracted for a second by some fast and heavy footsteps that rushed over the wooden floor upstairs.
“Alright, you got luck, you won’t need stitches”, you said a couple of moments later as you had Robert’s wound cleaned up, covered a little in salve and ready for bandage. 
“Oh thank goodness, hate that stuff.”
“Yeah, I know, but you shouldn’t work on the fences for today, keep the arm still so the wound can close a bit up and if there’s anything wrong, come in again. Gotta change the bandage and salve either way a couple of times”, you said, reaching for some cloth tissues and bandages just as the heavy footsteps that had continued to rush over the floor upstairs were making their way down the stairs.
“Council meeting, now”, it echoed through to you, though you could only hear Siddiq’s voice before he appeared as he stumbled down the stairs followed by Rosita as you snapped your head towards them, confused by the hastiness and uneasiness in his voice.
“What?”, you asked confused, trying to think of something that would upset him this much as he already walked towards you, though aiming more for the door behind you.
“It’s Oceanside, they found a mask”, he mumbled, his voice thick with suspense as you could feel it transferring to you, eliciting goosebumps to rush over your body, immediately thinking that this could be it that would break the calmness that had at least partly swayed through Alexandria and turn it back into paranoia.
“Just join when you’ve finished his treatment”, Siddiq mumbled before you could say anything back and instead rushed past you with Rosita outside, leaving you behind with a Robert whose face looked completely white, drained from all blood.

You tried to get the bandage done as thoroughly yet fast as you could as a tension filled silence filled the infirmary, until the very moment you were done and could tell Robert that he was fine to leave now, who was still as tense and quiet as before.
It was then when you hurried out the infirmary, hoping to not miss too much of the meeting as you rushed past the fields and houses towards the wooden cabin, even only able to give a tomato picking Negan and a stick wielding Lydia in front of the house a small hello before you could get inside. 
“The kids found it”, Siddiq said with a thick sigh as you made your way inside the room, trying to calm a little down as you let yourself fall next to Gabriel as Laura on the other side of the table huffed deeply.
“Shit”, she mumbled, running a hand over her face while the air inside the room seemed to become ticker, filled up with suspense.
“But where did they get it from?”, Rosita asked, leaning back on her chair and crossing her arms, her glance jumping to Siddiq before Laura cut him off before he could even respond.
“Does that really matter? They found a mask of those skin freaks, that’s all that counts”, she grumbled, puckering her brows as Siddiq let out a small sigh and shrugged his shoulders.
“Think it does, but all I know is that they were at the beach and collected sea shells, whatever…when Judith looked into RJ’s bucket later they found the mask.”
Gloomy silence filled the room for a moment, grumbles and sighs cutting through it here and there as you shifted uncomfortably on your chair.
“But when they got the things from the beach, it could have just washed up there, right?”, you finally spoke up, glancing into the round while the tension in the air only thickened ,”They didn’t have to be on our side for that. Waves can carry those light things pretty far.”
“They can, but that’s only one possibility, it’s just as likely that they were close to ocean side and lost it there”, Gabriel grumbled, his voice filled with suspense as the others nodded, even though that common agreement didn’t let you move further from the starting point of this meeting in any way.
“Well, looks like it’s already going around”, Laura grumbled as she heaved herself off the chair and walked towards the closest window, nodding outside where you could only imagine how the people talked and whispered to another, fueling the lingering fear this mask found would certainly elicit.
“We have to think of how we handle this, at the latest tomorrow. We need a new plan”, Gabriel said, only receiving another row of nods while Siddiq stood up from his chair as well, his face looking almost sickly sallow as he propped his hands onto the backrest of his wooden seat, tightening his fingers around it as he gulped thickly.
“Yeah, we do…we should wait for another call from Oceanside, then decide, we can’t do much more now.”

Nobody countered anything on that, though you could tell that every single one in the room had at least in a way hoped that you could have done more. But instead, you found yourselves walking out of the cabin without anything but some more clarifications about the whole situation in your hands, no solutions, no ways to make sure the panic about the whisperers would make their way into the Alexandrian’s heads again.
You sighed softly as soon as you walked down the wooden path that lead down the house, feeling the sun’s warmth back on your skin as you glimpsed at Negan who was still crouching by the bushes.
“Hey boss”, Negan chuckled as Gabriel walked by, leaving his glance on him as he passed him eventually before it skipped to you as you reached his crops.
“Hi Sweetheart”, Negan said, heaving himself onto his feet with a little groan,“Just heard ‘bout that mask thing. Damn, that’s some crap.”
“Yeah, just talked about that they’re gone for months and now this”, you mumbled, sighing quietly before you heard Brandon clearing his throat slightly.
“Sir”, he reluctantly said, trying to sound firm as Negan raised his arms playfully in defeat.
“All good, goin’ back to work”, he chuckled, kneeling back down to the tomatoes before he glanced up at you again.
“Okay, we’ll talk later, maybe I know more by then”, you said, giving him a small smile, before giving his shoulder a small pat, “See ya later, farmer.”

You didn’t know more, at least not by the time the sun was beginning to settle into the horizon and vanish behind the skyline of the houses and the trees.
The infirmary was filled with a glum mood, the look outside the window wasn’t giving you some relaxed and laughing people anymore but instead, each and every one of the carried a certain tension in themselves, displaying clearly on their faces.
It was a weird atmosphere that laid over Alexandria, only dampened a bit by the safety orders Gabriel had instructed at the wall just a little earlier, and even though you weren’t gonna let the lingering presence of the whisperers toss a dark sheet over the happiness you’ve felt about Negan’s work outside and your break together, you couldn’t deny that you weren’t feeling as blithe as before either, regardless of the fact that in the end, they had “just” found a mask at the beach.
Sighing you strolled through the infirmary, along the patient’s rooms that were a little more quiet than usual before you made your way back into the main room, halting as you caught Brandon leaning against one of the counters.
“You okay?”, you asked, a little confused to why he was here and not still outside with Negan as he already began to nod.
“Yeah, I’m not here for meds, just wanted to check in on Marty, gotta know when he can take shifts again”, he said, scratching his jaw as you strolled into the room, nodding back at him.
“Oh alright”, you said as you glanced up at him as soon as you reached his side ,”Does Negan have another guard?”
“No, he wanted to head in earlier today”, he said, immediately rising more confusion in you as you looked questioning at him.
“Did something happen?”
“Got a bit tense after that mask thing came up”, he said, shrugging his shoulders as you slowly nodded, trying to figure out why exactly that mask had brought him to quit his shift earlier while the uncertainty put a little more suspension within you.
“Okay…thank you”, you mumbled, urging a small smile on your lips before  gulping slightly as you nodded towards the hallway,”Marty’s down the hall, second room on the left.”
“Good, thanks”, he said, nodding as he gave you a small smile before he made his way towards the other side of the room, vanishing in the hallway just before a sudden, unbelievably loud boom outside made you flinch up.
For just a moment, your instincts took over and urged you to rush outside, search hastily for a source of the loud noise, only catching from the corner of your eye how Brandon and Dante rushed outside before you caught a giant bright explosion in the sky, part of it rushing down the canopy towards the horizon.
“What the hell”, it only left your lips under your breath as you stared at the explosion, only gradually peeling your glance from it as it swayed down the porch and caught the people on the streets and fields looking at the sky, just as you had before.
“Shit”, you heard Brandon mumble next to you before his voice mixed with Dante’s.
“Sure is, probably gonna land somewhere by the coast…maybe’s gonna plummet right into the ocean, ain’t our problem then”, he said, while you watched the people on the streets beginning to murmur to each other as whatever exactly was falling from the sky vanished behind the horizon.
“If not, it might be ours”, Brandon mumbled, some worry clearly sounding through his voice right before you could hear voices and fast footsteps echoing from the inside outside, similarly hasty to the ones you heard when they’d found the mask right before you moved towards the sounds and caught Siddiq rushing down the stairs, accompanied by Eugene whose face was red and tense with stain. 
“What was that?”
“Eugene talked to the others. It’s a meteor or a space station, don’t know yet”, Siddiq tensely said, his voice slightly shivering in suspense,”Forest by Oceanside’s border to the Whisperers is burning.”
“We have to move out ASAP. It is a first degree emergency”, Eugene added, rushing past you as Siddiq, glanced around worriedly.
“We’ll have to help…for sure gonna have to take care of some injuries, Dante, you’re coming with me”, Siddiq said, nodding towards the man who was just moving back inside the house.
“I can tag along too if that’s alright”, you said, as Siddiq made his way to the door, grabbing the bag you’d prepared earlier in process before he turned around and shook his head.
“No, we need you here, please. Can’t leave the patients alone. Caroline and Nick will take over in a bit”, he said, already stepping half out of the door while you just stared at him for a moment, a little bummed out before you slowly began to nod.
“Okay”, you said, watching as they moved out of the room and got more people to move with them to Oceanside to help and stop the fires, leaving you alone in the infirmary. 
You should take it as a compliment, really, that they trusted you to keep the infirmary running all on your own. You’d done it several times in the last years and this type of responsibility felt good but right now, you felt a bit useless, not able to actually move along with them and help with something serious, especially since none of the patients recovering in the rooms had something worse than an annoying cold. And if you were honest this wasn’t the first time, though you weren’t sure if you were just oversensitive due to mistrust you’d experienced after the war. 
Growling at yourself and your thoughts you got back to work, trying to get at least something done while the infirmary remained quiet, only here and there new information came in about the fire by oceanside, revealing that it had been a space station crashing down onto the woods, right behind the whisperer’s border.
They crossed it, they had to if they didn’t want to let the flames destroy the camp and all it’s surrounding, but the thought that one of them might have noticed their crossing gave some nauseous feelings in you the rise that popped up here and there during the last hours of your shift along with some thoughts about Negan’s early shift-end, until finally, the others took over.

By the time you finally strolled down the stairs to Negan’s cell the night-sky was already painted in a dark blue and you were exhausted and much in need for one of his big hugs, yearning for his warmth that you finally got as soon as the metal door crushed back into it’s lock and Negan pulled you into his warm embrace. His lips found their way quickly to yours, caressing over them in such a manner that you could tell he had waited just as much as you for this moment.
”Now what was that weird loud shit outside?”, he grumbled before you could turn the conservation to his early return to the cell, pecking you lips again before you leaned a little back, just enough to glimpse at him.
“Was a Space Station that crashed down, landed behind the whisperer border by Oceanside and got the woods on fire”,you said as Negan wrapped his arms a little tighter around you.
“Damn, now that’s one science fiction shit”, Negan chuckled, glancing outside for a moment before his eyes fell back to you, “Now I understand why everybody’s so damn antsy.”
”Yeah, most have headed out to help”, you said, letting out a small sigh as you cuddled a little closer against him, just yearning for more of that comforting warmth.
“What’s up with that look”, Negan mumbled instead of just slinging his arms around you some more, his eyes scanning over your faces as you let out a small sigh and glimpsed up at him.
“Would’ve just liked to help”, you said, shrugging your shoulders softly, watching as Negan rose his brows a little, motivating you to keep going.
“Most of the times when something happens they tell me they need me to take care of the infirmary. Just feel a little pent-up in there”, you said, gulping as you could feel that dull, bothersome feeling creeping up again,”Kinda would’ve liked to help with more than just some coughs and little cut wounds today…they say they need me here but it sometimes just feels like an excuse.”
“Nevermind”, you added, sighing thickly as you almost felt ridiculous for the way you felt about this whole thing that was so small compared to the other problems that had come up today.
“No, don’t say that”, Negan stopped you quickly, his voice firm before it got softer as soon as he made you look at him,”Y’know what? Next time you’re just gonna insist. Should someone else stay there.”
“And then you’re gonna head out and es-fucking-specially don’t think about me and my damn worries about ya”, he added, picking your talk at the lunch up again, as he quirked his lips into a little smirk up,“and go outside and kick ass…or get some poor asshole patched up, save a life, or what fucking ever.”
He chuckled throatily, waiting for you to slowly nod before he leaned in to press his lips to yours, humming as you leaned into him until he broke the kiss off for a moment, “Promise?”
“Yeah”, you mumbled, nodding before a whole other topic sneaked up into your head as you shifted a little closer, a bit reluctant before you finally spoke it out.
“Brandon was at the infirmary…why did you came back earlier in here?”
For a moment, Negan grew quiet, only sighing as his glance left yours for a moment, only rising a bit more concern within you before his eyes met yours again.
“Just wanna keep my head low, Sweetheart”, he said, clearing his throat as he pulled you a little closer,”They’re still eyeing me and fuck, when there’s danger around the next fucking corner, people tend to switch up who the real enemy is, you know that. Especially now with that mask.”
“Okay”, you softly mumbled, and even though Negan’s explanation made sense, having something external swooping in to diminish his new freedom again let your heart sink a little.
“Just don’t want them to have them put me in the same dirty category as those skin mask fuckers”, Negan said, seeing the look on your face as he wrapped his arms tighter around your figure.
“Still gonna work, just gonna keep a low profile and for today, shit for today it’s better for me to stay in here, not even have them see my ass”, he added, shrugging his shoulders slightly before he gave you a small grin,”Doesn’t change our breaks though, not gonna let anyone take that away again.”
“Okay”, you mumbled, feeling how his smile began to mirror on your lips as you leaned in to give his lips a small peck,”Just don’t want this to box you back in…know I’ve said this before, but it’s good finally seeing you do those things you couldn’t before.”
“I know, and shit, I’ll keep on doing that, just with a bit more caution”, he said, moving in to steal another kiss, before he grumbled against your lips, “Now let’s lay down, don’t want those skin ass fuckers to ruin our night.”
They didn’t, neither of you let that happen as soon as you huddled up on the bed together and relished in being alone with one another again, but sooner than you knew, the whisperers wouldn’t become a threat to your togetherness and Negan’s freedom, but instead to all of Alexandria.

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