Summary: While Alexandria’s newbies start a debate within the community, Judith’s talk with Negan and another unexpected encounter let the reader ask herself what would happen if a tiny version of both of them was on the way.
Warm lips brushed along your neck, peppering your skin with small kisses and soft nibbles as strong arms pulled you closer into a comforting warmth.
Years had passed, around six to be more certain, and still his touch let the same warmth run through your body as at the beginning, stronger even.
You still craved for it, enjoying every second of his closeness whenever you could have it, hear the deep voice of his, take his comforting scent in and feel his warmth.
Over all this time, some things had changed and some others had stayed the very same.
He was still in the cell, hadn’t left the cellar in all these years and you were still laying on a cheap mattress in the corner of the room.
After things had calmed down in Alexandria after Rick’s death, you had given it a few careful tries to talk to Michonne, tried to get her to at least let him out for a couple or even just an hour a week to work outside and see something else than those gray walls.
But your tries had been unsuccessful.
So you changed your tactics and this time, it actually worked.
When Negan couldn’t get out, you were gonna get him more things inside.
Michonne gave eventually in, realizing that you were right, realizing what would happen if Negan, in the fragile mental state he had been in, wouldn’t get any distraction.
So you began to add things to the few books and magazines you had fought hard for in the first and a half year to get inside.
First more magazines and books from the shelves you had access too, trying to grasp the ones that could spark Negan’s interest the most.
Then a carpet for the cold stone in front of his bed and some other decoration, since you figured it would make it a little easier if this empty cell looked at least a little more homey.
After that you found a baseball glove and a ball on a run, as well as a tiny baseball bat figure which you hoped would make a tiny bit up for the absent Lucille, that you had never been able to find all this time.
Not outside, not inside the walls even though your feeling still told you that the latter was the case, somewhere in a room of Michonne’s where you couldn’t get to without being caught.
There had been more things you added over time but the latest wasn’t even something you had brought him.
It was a small wooden animal figure with big cute eyes Judith had brought to him to thank him for helping her with her homework whenever she sat down on the stairs outside next to the cell’s door and asked him for help.
Hell, she was all grown up now, not the cute little toddler anymore but instead an almost ten year old who was stepping into her brother’s footsteps.
Not just character wise, she was also stepping into the role of the older sibling.
It hadn’t taken long after Rick’s death for Michonne to find out that she was pregnant, and which had then been a bittersweet surprise was now a little boy named RJ who was as much of a little fighter as his parents.
Next to those happy moments, there had been incidents on the way until now that had changed Michonne even more than Rick’s death already had, letting her grow colder in some ways, especially about newbies and they way things were run in Alexandria that had kept flourishing over time.
Negan’s lips planted another kiss to your shoulder as he pulled you closer in, letting your back press tighter against his warm chest before his nose nuzzled into your neck, breathing with a hum contently out as memories of the last surprising day rushed into your mind.
“Still need to tell you something”, you mumbled, your voice still a little drowsy as he rose his head from the curve of our neck and raised his dark eyebrows and grinned sleepily at you.
“Couldn’t tell you last night ‘cause someone stopped me before I could get even started”, you teased with a chuckle, remembering his rather stormy welcome last night.
“Oh you never complained about that before”, he grumbled with a low laugh, squeezing your waist playfully as he pressed another kiss to your skin, the grin all over his lips clearly palpable.
“I’m not complaining, just saying”, you mumbled back as he raised his head from your shoulder and allowed you to shift on your back, cuddling a little more into his warmth .
“Now, Baby, what are those news?”, he rasped as his hazel eyes wandered over your face, a fair share of curiosity in his voice as a grin began to spread over his face.
“There are newbies”, you said, watching the surprise spreading over his features as you leaned into his warmth, “Judith brought them in when she was outside with some others, said she wouldn’t move until she was allowed to get them home.”
A laugh rumbled through Negan’s chest as a wider grin spread over his lips, letting his hand leave your waist to run his palm over his beard stubble before he shrugged his shoulders slightly.
“Well shit, that sounds damn much like her”, Negan chuckled throatily and looked with his still sleepy eyes at you.
“Yeah it does, guess she’s pretty much the only reason Michonne hasn’t kicked them out yet…”, you said, feeling how his fingers traced over your skin until his arm wrapped a little tighter around your body.
“Mhmm…how many are they?”
“Five, four women and one guy…one of them’s hurt, got her shortly before shift end into the infirmary”, you answered, shifting your head a little on his arm while you could see his hazel eyes capturing yours once more.
“And what now? They stay, or what?”
“Don’t know…they’re gonna be put before the council so we’ll see…even though I’m not sure if Michonne just agreed to appease Judith for now”, you mumbled as he rolled on his back, pulling you with him as he let you lean into his side.
An approving hum left Negan’s lips in response to your words while he slowly nodded as he reached out to your leg to hook it over his hip, allowing you to huddle a little closer up.
“Got a tendency?”, he asked, raising his dark brows as his head shifted a little into the pillows and his hand began to slowly trace up and down your spine, letting you smile softly as you shook your head.
“Nah, not yet…but the one in the infirmary seemed alright till now, quiet and a little grumpy but alright”, you mumbled, your glance following your fingertips that ran over his chest, toying softly with the dark hair that peppered it before Negan sighed quietly.
“Seemed”, he grumbled as your glance met his again, a more serious but also a bit concerned expression laying on his handsome features as you slowly began to nod.
“Yeah, I know…still, if we’re putting them in front of the council while already damning them to be bad that whole thing is worth shit so…we better give them a chance to talk to us”, you mumbled, seeing him beginning to slowly nod before he glanced at you.
“Still, take care”, he mumbled, not commanding but rather loving as he pulled you a little closer.
“I will”, you responded, shifting a little to place your head on his slowly rising and falling chest, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin that quickly elicited a content growl to fall from his lips.
You hummed softly as you closed your eyes for another moment, enjoying the caresses of his hand along your back up to your shoulders and neck until his deep voice rumbled through his broad chest.
“You still got that little bag with the rest of the bracelet, right?”, Negan mumbled, eliciting memories of his gift that broke years ago and which you were carrying just as long around with you, still broken and with no real hope that you could fix it.
“Yeah, why?”, you mumbled, shifting to raise your head a little and glance at him.
“Thought I could try to repair it, got enough time on my hands here so I might as well give it a shot”, he mumbled, running his palm over his salt and pepper stubble as he gave you a small smirk.
“Like with the other stuff?”, you teased, nodding to a small box in his nightstand that contained besides a ring with missing diamonds, a tiny but broken musical box, other things you had found on runs which Negan had begun to give them a shot to repair them until he lost his patience, grumbled about how much better he had once been at fixing cars, cursed the living hell out of the items just to try his luck on the next one where the whole circle repeated itself.
“Nah, this one’s different and you know it, won’t stop till I got it fixed”, he grumbled with a chuckle before he raised his dark brows, “So, where is it?”
“Still got it in the side pocket of my jacket”, you said, nodding towards the jacket beside the bed which still laid there since the very moment he had almost torn it off of you in the last night.
Grumbling he shifted a little, stretching to let his long fingers reach into the pocket before he could fish the tiny plastic bag out.
“Shit”, he groaned slightly as he stretched shifting back into the bed, holding it with a wider smirk up as he rolled the tiny diamonds within the bag between his fingertips ,”There ya go…gonna make it all nice for you again.”
“Great”, you chuckled before leaning in to nuzzle your nose into his beard stubble and kiss him softly,“Thank you.”
“Any damn time”, he mumbled, turning his head slightly so his lips could meet yours in a deep kiss before the shrill sound of the alarm clock on his nightstand made you flinch away from him.
The church was packed full with residents, from blood young to old, watching the four unscathed members of the five member group standing in front of the large and heavy wooden tables.
Differently to the most you were sitting behind the table along with a couple of others, including Siddiq, Michonne, Gabriel, Aaron and Laura, the blonde woman who had once been one of Negan’s lieutenants.
You had earned your place there behind the table in those years after Rick’s death, slowly leaving the suspicion the most had because of your lasting relationship with Negan behind even though a small rest remained and you knew that the probability was high that it would stay this way.
Still, you were glad about this position even though the decision that literally stood before you right now was more than tricky.
They did seem like alright people, as fine as they could be with as much time as they had spent outside. At least that’s what it looked like as they answered each and every question Gabriel gave them, talked about their group that had once been larger, told you what they had been before the world went to shit.
Magna, the woman with voluminous curly blonde hair with the dark roots and tattoos that covered her body, had been a truck stop waitress.
Conny, the deaf woman with the tight dark curls, had been a journalist who had exposed a bunch of politicians.
Kelly, the youngest of them, translated Conny’s sign language and said that she had been a high school student who the world had gone south and Luke, the corpulent man with the dark hair and a fuzzy beard had been a music teacher.
You could tell that they had changed, not just based on the way they answered to the question who they were now, after all this time of being outside, after all this time of living among the dead.
“Thank you. If that’s everything, I’d like to motion for a vote”, Gabriel eventually said as you watched the four of them shifting from feet to feet in front of you before Michonne’s sudden harsh tone made them stand still.
“I have a question.”
“The chair recognizes our fellow councilperson and head of security”, Gabriel said as his words turned this whole thing way more formal than it actually was.
God, you were sitting in a half build up church that was stock up with all kinds of different chairs and tables from god knows where, not some fancy and slick room in an imposing building.
Michonne’s chair scrapped over the wooden ground as she lifted herself up and slowly walked along the tables until she stood before Magna, eliciting a cold stare in both of the women’s eyes.
“As a community, we want to be kind. We want to be generous. We want to be charitable. But, as we know, decisions like the one we are about to make can come with a heavy price. Can you show me your left hand?”, Michonne grumbled, her hand stemmed into her side, almost as if it would cover the x-shaped scar on the lower left side of her back that remained there for some years.
“Michonne, what are you doing?”, Aaron asked, eyeing her with puckered brows as Michonne turned back to the blonde woman and glared into the dark brown eyes on her opposite, before grabbing her hand and forcefully puling the fingerless glove from her left hand.
”You get that at a truck stop?”, Michonne snapped as she glared from Magna’s hand up to her face that began to wrinkle in anger.
“Screw you”, she growled, staring back into Michonne’s eyes as you tried to get a look at the hand and whatever had been covered underneath the glove. “What is it?”, Aaron spoke out what you were thinking as Michonne turned a little to him, then nodded back to the woman in front of her.
“You wanna tell him?”
“Michonne, if you have something to say-”
“It’s a prison tattoo”, Michonne hissed, raising Magna’s hand once more as you finally caught the small tattoo on her hand’s back that now elicited gasps and murmurs from the people in the church, almost in the way you had been used to see it in movies, when the lawyer revealed the shocking truth about the offender of his client.
“The four dots are the walls. The one in the middle is you, the prisoner. Hard time.”, Michonne hissed with a dangerous calmness as Magna’s frown hardened as you watched the scene while Aaron spoke up once more.
“Look, just because she was a prisoner-”
“I can explain”, Magna cut him off this time, guiding not only yours but seemingly the whole church’s attention back to her, including Michonne’s.
“Oh, you wanna tell the truth?”
“And you have nothing to hide?”
“Nothing”, Magna hissed once more before you watched Michonne’s brows pucker even more dangerously as each muscle in her body seemed to tense and your glance fell on Judith in the back of the church for a moment, watching the scene half hopefully, half worriedly.
“Put the knife on the table”, Michonne snapped, letting you flinch slightly by the message and sharpness of her voice as you ran over Magna, no chance of finding a knife no matter how hard you looked.
The murmuring within the people grew louder as Magna began to buckle up her belt, suddenly grabbing it to reveal a spiky backside as she shoved it harshly onto the table.
“I remember, and I know that you do, too. So go ahead. Take your vote. I second the motion”, Michonne growled, wrinkling her nose almost in disgust before she turned on her heels and began to walk straight out of the church. “Hey! Can I ask you a question?”, Magna’s voice echoed through the high room by the time Michonne reached the entrance before her voice sounded even harsher than before through the air.
It didn’t even take twenty minutes for you to find yourself back in the infirmary after the scene in the church, the vote had been delayed due to Michonne’s departure that gave everyone, including all council members, the feeling that any discussion about them was useless, any vote wouldn’t matter as long as Michonne had the upper hand.
Still, you kept thinking about them and the knives, even though you weren’t as mad as Michonne about them.
Sure, things had happened in those last years that didn’t make it seem like the smartest thing to let these people stay, on the other hand, you all hadn’t been better when you had come into a community after surviving outside.
You could still vividly remember how you hid guns and machetes along with Rick and Michonne before going into Terminus, how you all took either a small knife or something other with you and hid it on your bodies just to be sure to not be completely unweaponed in case things would turn south.
In Alexandria, you hadn’t hid anything, considering your urge and wish to finally being able to stay but Rick had, and you weren’t talking about knives, he had hid a bunch of guns even after living inside the walls for some time.
Those guns could have caused many deaths in the wrong hands, knives on the other hand, what should they do in a community like Alexandria except for selfdefense?
If any of them would just dare to cut or even attempt to stab anyone, they’d have guns to their heads in the matter of seconds.
You didn’t trust them, of course not, but you could see why they did the things they did, hell, you could even see your original group in them.
You wouldn’t directly let them run free in the walls if it was up to you, definitely not, but you wouldn’t kick them out without a second thought either.
It was a hard decision to make, but keeping them under close watch for some time and then decide would probably be the thing most Alexandrians including you would suggest, especially because they were as much of a resource as anyone else.
Every community could need more people and experienced fighters, no matter how well things were going.
But in the end, racking your brain over this was just as useful as a wet match in a dark cave, Michonne was gonna do what she thought was right.
No matter what.
“Airplane “A” and airplane “B” are 1,000 miles apart. If airplane “A” is flying east at 500 miles per hour and airplane “B” is flying west at 650 miles per hour, how-”
“You know what? I would definitely recommend booking a seat on airplane “C,” because that is shaping up to be one hell of a mid-air collision”, Negan cut the girl with a chuckle off, glancing outside as Judith shifted on the stairs and let out an annoyed sigh.
“You gonna help me or what?”, she grumbled, glancing at him, the hat of her brother swaying with the motion.
“All right. Let me ask you somethin’. You ever seen an airplane fly in any direction at any speed?”, Negan asked his student, that not only reminded him of the little badass her brother was but also a little of his students back before shit went south, even though they’d been rather high-school age instead of ten.
“No”, she mumbled, staring down at her book.
“Do you think you ever will?”
“So what the hell difference does it make? See, math problems are supposed to apply to the real world. You want my help? Give me a question or a problem from right here, right now”, at least that was what he always thought as a kid, how learning something he could actually use in life than that dry shit school gave him.
A short silence followed before she shut her books abruptly and glanced towards him from the stairs.
“You know the strangers we brought here yesterday? My mom’s gonna make them leave”, she grumbled, huffing as he glanced through the metal bars and remembered the chat from this morning, back when his girl had still laid in his arms.
“Well, (Y/N) told me ‘bout the injured woman they got in the infirmary… but with you telling me about it, I guess you being you, you wanna help ‘em”, he said, chuckling as she shrugged her shoulders.
“I found ’em. I brought ’em here.”
“Lemme tell you something. When I was about your age, I used to bring home stray dogs”, he said, rubbing his palm over his cheek as he could see (Y/N) face right in front of him, that swooning grin on her face as he had first told her about smuggling the dogs into his childhood home. God, she fuckin’ loved that part of the story. Still, that wasn’t the part he was gonna tell now, not the part that little badass needed to hear.
“My mom, she hated it. I never understood why. They always seemed so friendly and grateful. Till one day I brought home the wrong dog”, he added, catching Judith’s attention as she turned a little further towards the window.
“What happened? Did it bite you?”
“Not me. That dog killed all the other strays, chewed off half my mom’s ear when she tried to stop it. The thing is, that dog seemed just as friendly and grateful as the rest of ’em”, he sighed, feeling a little sting within him as he thought about it. Hell, he fuckin’ loved those strays, those nights they slept right next to his bed or kept him playing, but just as much as he had enjoyed it, just as fuckin shitty had it been to see it all fall apart.
“And what about after that? You ever bring home another dog?”, Judith asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as Negan let out a sigh.
“Well, hell no. I wised my ass up”, he said, watching her face fall.
“Yeah”, she grumbled, shutting her book before grabbing it and standing quickly up “And look how great everything turned out for you.”
Well shit, there was the Carl in her comin’ right out.
“Wait a minute. Where you going? I thought you wanted my help”, he called out as she made her first steps towards the other direction.
“I do, but just with math”, she said, shifting from side to side on her feet.
“Why just math?”, Negan grumbled, raising his brows as he glanced at her.
He was a fuckin’ great teacher, he could help her with most of that schoolwork and hell, it was good to feel like some normality was settling into his day.
“Because it doesn’t matter if you’re a good or bad person on the inside. The numbers don’t care.”
”I go check on her, you go take a break. Susan and Mike are still sleeping so we got some spare time”, Siddiq said as he grabbed his bag with utensils and glanced over at the house on the other side of the street where they had transferred the injured woman along with her fellow group members after the events in the church.
She seemed to do better, even though you could still sense Siddiq’s annoyance about the change of plans that added extra work onto both of your shoulders.
You nodded as you watched him rushing over to the door, stumbling out if it before he made his way quickly over to the other side of the street.
For another moment you glanced into the other room, checking if the other patients where actually asleep before you grabbed some food and got yourself onto the infirmary’s porch, plopping down on one of the comfortable chairs while the soft wind began to brush over your skin.
You groaned quietly in response to the feeling of comfort that welcomed you in form of cozy pillows, eliciting a content hum as you shifted up and grabbed some bread.
”Can I join?”, you suddenly heard a soft voice ask, urging your glance to snap up as it caught Judith at the end of the stairs, holding a couple of books and glancing hungrily at the goods on the table.
”Sure”, you mumbled with a smile, gulping down your piece of bread as you nodded over at the other chair and leaned back into yours.
”Did Negan help you with that?”, you asked with a soft chuckle as soon as you saw her plunging her books and notes onto the table, exhaling as soon as the burden was off her arms.
”Hmm yes, except for one math problem”, she said with a sigh as she reached out for an apple and eventually let herself fall into the chair.
”Was a question ‘bout airplanes and he just said math has to apply to the real world, so I’d need a real world problem so he could answer it”, she said, as she took her first bite and shrugged slightly.
“Maybe because he didn’t know the answer himself”, you joked, chuckling as you glanced over at her and the too large sheriff’s hat that was hovering on her head. You could feel a little warmth growing inside you as you glanced at her, as always when she was talking about the times Negan helped her with her homework or you walked by them as they finished them.
You could see the teacher in him coming out and even more important, laughs and smiles that spread over his lips as he could finally do something to help and get a little variation from the day.
“Maybe”, she eventually snickered, before she grew quiet for a moment, gulping down another piece of her apple before she looked reluctantly over at you.
“About the new people…the woman with the prison tattoo…”, she mumbled, stopping as she glanced to the ground.
“Yeah?”, you asked, raising your brows as she sighed quietly.
“Do you think she’s bad ‘cause she was in prision?”, she mumbled, glancing up at you, with that look in her eyes that already told you that she had thought about this repeatedly since the scene in the church.
“No…no, definitely not”, you mumbled, your mind switching for a moment to Negan, to the cell he was stuck in and the things people thought of him even though they knew nothing more than the things they wanted to see.
You sighed, gulping softly as Judith kept looking at you, as if she needed more than just a ‘No’.
“You know, sometimes things happen to people that put them on the wrong path…but that doesn’t directly mean that they can’t find the right one again”, you said, before she slowly nodded and chewed for a short moment on her lower lip.
“Negan does…right?”, she eventually asked, her eyes meeting yours once more as you slowly nodded and gave her another smile.
“Talked to him about the new ones…do you know his stray dog story?”, she added, immediately eliciting the memories about this talk to whirl up again.
“Oh I do”, you said, remembering his story as you glanced at her and let out a soft sigh, “But I guess you wanna know it that counts for the five too, huh?”
She stayed silent for a moment before she nodded slightly while her fingers fumbled nervously on the rest of her apple.
“Now I think he’s right with the thing that people are not always what they seem to be and yeah, you gotta be careful as hell, you really do…but I also think that not helping at all anymore is the solution as well”, you sighed, trying to choose your words wisely before gulping softly and going on, “You just have to find the right balance, make sure you check them and then slowly start to go on.”
You could see her mind working as you got an uneasy feeling, thinking about what you could kick off in her if you gave her just a little too much hope.
“But I think your Mom will make the right decision”, you added, even though a big part of you doubted it.
The tension that laid slightly over her began to vanish as she seemed to believe your words at least enough for her to smile at you and give you another soft nod.
”Yeah”, she mumbled before you heard Susan’s sickly voice calling you from inside the infirmary, not loud enough for you to understand but still enough to understand that this was the symbol of your talk’s end.
“Okay, my break’s over, gotta get back inside”, you said with a smile, nodding towards the infirmary’s door before your glance caught Judith grabbing her books as she lifted herself from the chair.
“Do you think, Negan can help me with the rest of my homework? It’s biology”, she mumbled, glancing down at her books as she fumbled on the loose papers sticking out of the pages.
“Oh, I’m sure he can, he’s been reading a whole lot lately”, you chuckled softly as you leaned against the door’s frame, watching her as she gave you another smile before hopping down the porch’s stairs.
It didn’t take long for Siddiq to come back once you had ended your break.
It stayed calm at the infirmary, despite taking care of the two sick patients your day stayed uneventful until your shift was reaching its end.
Searching for your jacket to finally get going you went through the different rooms, wondering how the hell you had lost track of it before your feet eventually carried you to the main care room.
Quickly your eyes caught your jacket on the wooden chair in the room’s corner, before it wandered to Siddiq and Ellen that stood at the counter, their voices reaching you as soon as you stepped into the room.
“Yeah, wasn’t planned, not at all to be honest…but now we’re just happy it happened”, she mumbled, fumbling on her jackets ends that hovered over her small bump as Siddiq turned around, holding a can of prenatal vitamins in his hands while for another moment, your glance stayed for some reason stuck on her stomach, unwilling to detach from it.
“Glad, it worked out for you”, he said with a smile, handing the can over to her as he nodded to the small messily written note that was attached to it,”Take three in total everyday, preferably one in the morning, midday and then the last one when you go to bed.”
“Okay, thanks”, Ellen mumbled, smiling brightly as she let the vitamins slide into her bag and glanced once more happily at Siddiq ,”Well, then see you tomorrow for the ultrasound!”
You didn’t really notice her going, for a few more moments you were stuck in your thoughts, going through her words once more as the picture of the small bump beneath her shirt and that bright smile on her lips refused to leave your mind, just like the warmth that had build up within you, the very same one you had felt before when Judith talked about Negan.
You couldn’t deny that you had thought about it in all these years with Negan.
What it would be like to have a little version of the both of you running around, hearing those small stumbling footsteps sound over the floor and hear this sweet little laughter.
You couldn’t have it, not with the way things were, you knew it, so you mostly pushed it out of your head even though there had been some small moments and talks you’ve had with Negan about this topic, especially around the time Michonne gave birth to RJ.
Still, this was a long time ago and neither of you had dug deeper into this topic, knowing that reality wouldn’t let you have it.
And you had mostly kept on thinking this way up until now, up until Ellen had talked about her ‘happy accident’ and brought something else back into your head.
You both couldn’t be too careful, so even though nothing had happened over all these years and you knew how the topic kids had turned out for Negan before the world went to shit, there still was a chance that it could happen.
You caught yourself growing even warmer and more fuzzy as more memories and thoughts unfurled in your head.
He’d be a great Dad.
Hell, he’d be the best one.
And the more you thought about it, the more you felt like those small talks with him about this topic weren’t enough anymore.
No matter the fact that you couldn’t have the family you wanted with him with that damn cell in the way, you still needed to talk about it, just in case.
Not too much later you shifted over the sheets, leaning your back against the wall as your legs were hooked over Negan’s who leaned into the pillow at his bed’s end, listening to the events of the day, from the council, to Judith and eventually to the pregnant Ellen.
”That was your most exciting stuff at the infirmary, not that new survivor with that head shit?”, Negan quietly chuckled as you could feel yourself growing a little more nervous, enough for Negan to notice and cock his brow for a moment.
“Just reminded me that it could happen to us too, I mean, we can’t be too careful…”, you mumbled, escaping his glance for a moment as your eyes were fixed on your fingers that fumbled uneasily on a loose threat on your pants.
“Well, didn’t happen all those years”, you heard him mumble, directing your attention back to him as he ran his hand slowly over the salt and pepper beard stubble, shrugging softly as he went on, “Besides…don’t know if my boys are all fit…you know it never worked for me before.”
A sigh left his lips, eliciting the memories about your talks about your lives before the world had gone to shit.
“Well that can also have other reasons….too much pressure, stress”, you said, meeting his eyes as he slowly nodded.
“I know, I know”, he mumbled, his fingers still lingering on his stubbly jaw before he cleared his throat and made a swift gesture around the cell, supporting what he said next ,”But we two got a whole different problem.”
You gulped as you nodded softly, glancing at the cold stone as you looked down, searching for words.
“I’m just…I just felt like we needed to have talked about it…just in case.”
“And you’re abso-fucking-lutely right about that, Baby”, he said as soon as your voice hushed, curiosity beginning to gleam a little up in you as you felt his hand reaching out to yours, enclosing it tightly while your eyes met the warm hazel ones of his again.
“Sweetheart, if it would happen, I’d love the shit outta that baby”, he mumbled, a small smile growing on his lips that got instantly mirrored by your own lips, paired with a pleasant warm that began to flow through your veins, ”Hell, I’d love that kid just as fucking much as I love you.”
Your smile widened softly, feeling the warmth now seeping into each and every of your cells as he began to play with your fingers, staying silent for as he observed your widening smile and your gently flushed cheeks.
“You’d want that with me? Babies?”, he eventually mumbled, almost as if he was already waiting for a certain answer.
“I’ve seen how you’re with Judith…you know, she also talked to me about you…I think you’d be a great Dad”, you said, unable to keep the smile from growing wider as your eyes locked with his,”So yeah, I’d want that with you.”
His lips grew wider as well, enough to show his dimples beneath the stubble as this special warmth seemed to radiate through both of you.
“Listen if things would be different, maybe we’d have that already, who knows”, he mumbled, obviously forcing himself to not let wishes take over the cruel reality,”Either way, just to make it clear as shit, if crap was some other kinda way…having a family with you, hell that shit would be right on top of my fucking list.”
You softly nodded, feeling how he grasped your hand tighter and let his thumb draw circles over its back his glance staying fixed on you even though you could tell by its look that part of him was drifting off and imagining what could be.
“Maybe we’ll still get that one day, who knows”, you mumbled, grasping his hand back as you slowly caught him nodding.
“Yeah”, he mumbled, looking for a moment at your intertwined hands before glancing back up at you, his hand leaving yours only so he could open his arms for you, “Come here.”
Slowly, you cuddled into his side, hooking your leg over his as you were leaning your forehead against his warm neck and watched your fingertips running up his firm chest.
Carefully, Negan leaned his head against yours, letting out a content hum as he pressed a small kiss to your temple and wrapped his arms a little tighter around your body.
“We’d make awesome babies”, he grumbled with a soft chuckle against your skin, eliciting a chuckle to leave your lips as well as a comforting warmth began to fill you up once more.
“Yeah”, you mumbled as you slightly nodded and cuddled a little closer up, allowing yourself to dive a little deeper into the imagination of what could be,”You know with you as their Dad, their first word would be ‘fuck’ for sure.”
“Most fucking definitely”, Negan chuckled, his laugh rumbling through his chest before he got quieter again and nuzzled his nose into your hair, ”They’d be the best, cutest little fuckers all ‘round.”
“Mhmm”, you mumbled softly, feeling how a bigger smile began to grow on your lips as his words repeated in your head and mixed with the pleasant feeling that got elicited as his warm breath brushed over your skin.
“Can you imagine what they’d look like? Hell, be like?”, Negan said, growing noticeably more enthusiastic as another soft chuckle rumbled through his chest and you could feel the mix of a grin and a wide smile growing wider on his lips.
“Maybe got your humor…I’d love that”, you softly chuckled,”Even though I’m sure they’d get in a whole lot of trouble for that…”
“Probably”, he grumbled with another small laugh before his lips pressed once more against your skin, his beard tickling you softly before his deep voice vibrated against you again.
”As fuckin’ cheesy as that shit sounds…would love them to be like you, or just a damn mix of us…”, he grumbled, his voice growing even warmer before the tease found its home in it again ,”Maybe have your stubborn streak.”
“You’re at least as stubborn as I am, probably even more”, you chuckled back, shoving his chest playfully as he let out a deep chuckle and squeezed your waist softly in response as he pressed another, this time bigger, kiss to your forehead.
“You know…even though we can’t have that yet…doesn’t mean we can’t practice, right?”, he grumbled with an audible grin, shifting just seconds later on his side so he could hover over you, a mix of a smile and his signature smirk dancing over his lips as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.
You hummed in approval, lacing your fingers into his short dark hair before he let go of you, his lips still swaying closely over yours as you pecked them once more and softly chuckled.
(The gif isn’t mine/ it was originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty)
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