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“Fuck, your hands are cold!”, Negan nearly called out as he stared down at your hands in his large palms, swollen and red from the snow outside the Sanctuary and the rough wood of the shovel you’d held onto for the last hour.
You only nodded as Negan moved his thumbs along the sides of your hands, the heat of his own soothing you a little while it made your stomach tingle more as you caught his eyes roaming over your face.
They were curious and had that teasing, roguish glance stuck in them, mixed up with the warmth you’d been seeing more and more over the last while. The only things that could distract you from his eyes were the snowflakes that were floating down the sky, some of them landing in his black hair that set a strong contrast in the bright surrounding and entangled in his beard, while he flashed a wide, toothy grin that let his dimples show beneath the thick salt and pepper stubble. 
“Gotta get these nice and warm again, huh?”, he mumbled as his eyes dropped back down to your entangled hands as his grasped yours tighter and brought them closer to him, leading them a little up before some moving figures that you could see from the corners of your eyes caught your attention.
Your glance swayed to the three men that were standing by one of the entrances, smoking cigarettes that filled the cold air with some gray hot smoke while they watched you and their leader closely, talking and looking over again and again, almost like little girls on the school yard.
“Oh, guess they like watchin’”, Negan’s deep voice huffed, the annoyance clearly audible even though the grin was still on his lips before it suddenly flattened and his eyes narrowed into a threatening glare.
“Hey creeps, don’t ya got fucking work to do?”, he nearly roared through the air,  loud and firm, enough to let the grown men at the entrance flinch a little, throw their cigarettes in record time to the snowy ground, putting them out with their shoes and the help of the snow as they hastily nodded.
“Yes, boss”, they called back out, nodding again before they hurried inside and shut the heavy metal door with a loud bang behind them, leaving you alone with Negan in the courtyard. 
“Well, back to it”, he chuckled in the next moment, grasping your hands a little tighter as he held them closer and leaned down, enough to feel his hot breath brushing over your swollen knuckles. One good thing about the icy outside was that your cheeks were already reddened anyway by the cold, the blush that was creeping onto them not as noticeable but still, and much to your dislike, Negan seemed to notice what he was doing there to you with these couple touches. 
“What?”, he mumbled, grinning only wider as he lead your hands higher up, enough to brush his lips over your fingers, showing you exactly that he was aware on his effect on you in these very moments.
“Nothing”, you mumbled anyway, mirroring his grin slightly that only grew into a roguish smirk while his rough beard stubble was tickling your sensitive skin, creating a contrast to the surprising softness of his lips.
“Mhmm sure”, he husked, his eyes not leaving yours as his thumbs kept stroking over the side of your hands and warmed them second by second more up with his large palms. A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you shook your head softly about him which only motivated him to keep going with his caresses. 
“Didn’t get yourself some gloves just for this here now huh?”, Negan mumbled, the tease clearly audible in his voice as he grinned at you, sneaking his tongue over his lower lip,”Hoped I’d put those pretty hands in my pants.”
“I didn’t”, you laughed, nudging his arm a little with your elbow while more heat rose up into your cheeks, too much by now to be explained by the cold,”Didn’t find any and Simon was stressing us to get outside.”
“Well, looks like I gotta talk to my second hand man”, Negan replied quickly, brushing over your flushed cheeks much to your surprise while he grasped your hands a little tighter ,”Just gotta decide if I gotta scold the shit out of him or thank him for giving me that here.” 
You wanted to reply something, but your mind was blank for a moment as you just stared at him with slightly opened lips that waited for your head to give it some words to say. But instead you just let out another soft chuckle and shook your head again, glimpsing at him as he held your hands a little lower, close to his chest, still keeping them warm and cozy, oppositely to the rest of your body that was exposed to the icy coldness and got struck by a shiver that ran down your back, eliciting trembles to shake through you.
“Shit, you’re freezing”, he grumbled, the grin flattening for a moment before it grew wide once more, “C’mon let’s get in and get ya warmed up. Your shift’s over for today and that’s a damn command!”
“Good”, you chuckled, not complaining about that order as you felt more cold creeping from your feet up your legs, and felt it brushing over your skin and slipping down your thick jacket.
Negan only let go of one of your hands in the next moment, keeping the other in his as he nodded towards the door the men had slipped through earlier and started to trudge through the fresh snow, leading you along with him while the snowfall began to get heavier. The snowflakes seemed to get thicker as they fell from the sky and landed onto both of you, entangling in your hair and smoothing against your clothes while you held onto Negan’s hand, an urge inside you yearning to get as much of his warmth as you could until he would let go of you again.
“I already got some plans how to get you heated up again”, Negan laughed as you got closer to the door, grinning widely at you as the tingling warmth inside you let you ignore the freezing cold, your icy feet and the goosebumps that had spread by now over your whole body, and instead let you only focus on the tall man beside you as you laughed back at him.
“Yeah, that’s what I already thought.”

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“Fuck, your hands are cold!”, Negan nearly called out as he stared down at your hands in his large palms, swollen and red from the snow outside the Sanctuary and the rough wood of the shovel you’d held onto for the last hour.
You only nodded as Negan moved his thumbs along the sides of your hands, the heat of his own soothing you a little while it made your stomach tingle more as you caught his eyes roaming over your face.
They were curious and had that teasing, roguish glance stuck in them, mixed up with the warmth you’d been seeing more and more over the last while. The only things that could distract you from his eyes were the snowflakes that were floating down the sky, some of them landing in his black hair that set a strong contrast in the bright surrounding and entangled in his beard, while he flashed a wide, toothy grin that let his dimples show beneath the thick salt and pepper stubble. 
“Gotta get these nice and warm again, huh?”, he mumbled as his eyes dropped back down to your entangled hands as his grasped yours tighter and brought them closer to him, leading them a little up before some moving figures that you could see from the corners of your eyes caught your attention.
Your glance swayed to the three men that were standing by one of the entrances, smoking cigarettes that filled the cold air with some gray hot smoke while they watched you and their leader closely, talking and looking over again and again, almost like little girls on the school yard.
“Oh, guess they like watchin’”, Negan’s deep voice huffed, the annoyance clearly audible even though the grin was still on his lips before it suddenly flattened and his eyes narrowed into a threatening glare.
“Hey creeps, don’t ya got fucking work to do?”, he nearly roared through the air,  loud and firm, enough to let the grown men at the entrance flinch a little, throw their cigarettes in record time to the snowy ground, putting them out with their shoes and the help of the snow as they hastily nodded.
“Yes, boss”, they called back out, nodding again before they hurried inside and shut the heavy metal door with a loud bang behind them, leaving you alone with Negan in the courtyard. 
“Well, back to it”, he chuckled in the next moment, grasping your hands a little tighter as he held them closer and leaned down, enough to feel his hot breath brushing over your swollen knuckles. One good thing about the icy outside was that your cheeks were already reddened anyway by the cold, the blush that was creeping onto them not as noticeable but still, and much to your dislike, Negan seemed to notice what he was doing there to you with these couple touches. 
“What?”, he mumbled, grinning only wider as he lead your hands higher up, enough to brush his lips over your fingers, showing you exactly that he was aware on his effect on you in these very moments.
“Nothing”, you mumbled anyway, mirroring his grin slightly that only grew into a roguish smirk while his rough beard stubble was tickling your sensitive skin, creating a contrast to the surprising softness of his lips.
“Mhmm sure”, he husked, his eyes not leaving yours as his thumbs kept stroking over the side of your hands and warmed them second by second more up with his large palms. A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you shook your head softly about him which only motivated him to keep going with his caresses. 
“Didn’t get yourself some gloves just for this here now huh?”, Negan mumbled, the tease clearly audible in his voice as he grinned at you, sneaking his tongue over his lower lip,”Hoped I’d put those pretty hands in my pants.”
“I didn’t”, you laughed, nudging his arm a little with your elbow while more heat rose up into your cheeks, too much by now to be explained by the cold,”Didn’t find any and Simon was stressing us to get outside.”
“Well, looks like I gotta talk to my second hand man”, Negan replied quickly, brushing over your flushed cheeks much to your surprise while he grasped your hands a little tighter ,”Just gotta decide if I gotta scold the shit out of him or thank him for giving me that here.” 
You wanted to reply something, but your mind was blank for a moment as you just stared at him with slightly opened lips that waited for your head to give it some words to say. But instead you just let out another soft chuckle and shook your head again, glimpsing at him as he held your hands a little lower, close to his chest, still keeping them warm and cozy, oppositely to the rest of your body that was exposed to the icy coldness and got struck by a shiver that ran down your back, eliciting trembles to shake through you.
“Shit, you’re freezing”, he grumbled, the grin flattening for a moment before it grew wide once more, “C’mon let’s get in and get ya warmed up. Your shift’s over for today and that’s a damn command!”
“Good”, you chuckled, not complaining about that order as you felt more cold creeping from your feet up your legs, and felt it brushing over your skin and slipping down your thick jacket.
Negan only let go of one of your hands in the next moment, keeping the other in his as he nodded towards the door the men had slipped through earlier and started to trudge through the fresh snow, leading you along with him while the snowfall began to get heavier. The snowflakes seemed to get thicker as they fell from the sky and landed onto both of you, entangling in your hair and smoothing against your clothes while you held onto Negan’s hand, an urge inside you yearning to get as much of his warmth as you could until he would let go of you again.
“I already got some plans how to get you heated up again”, Negan laughed as you got closer to the door, grinning widely at you as the tingling warmth inside you let you ignore the freezing cold, your icy feet and the goosebumps that had spread by now over your whole body, and instead let you only focus on the tall man beside you as you laughed back at him.
“Yeah, that’s what I already thought.”

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“Y’know, tomorrow morning I’ll regret drinking with you”, you mumbled, the edge of the fancy whiskey glass still resting on your lips as you swallowed the amber liquid that washed down your throat and filled it with a tingling warmth.
Stretching your exhausted and worked-marked limbs, you shifted over your chair on the platform outside the Sanctuary, still clinging to the glass of whiskey that definitely wasn’t your first one. Your fuzzy growing eyes swayed over the darker becoming sky until they caught the man by your side who glimpsed over at you with a lazy grin.
“How come?”, Negan grumbled, taking a sip of his whiskey before he bit his lip and perked his brows curiously up. Huffing you leaned back, feeling how the alcohol was working on you before it drew a grin on your face and made a chuckle fall from your lips as you allowed your glances to stay connected.
“Cause I talk waaay too fucking much when I’m drunk…and I get too damn direct…”, you mumbled taking another sip of the whiskey before a thicker chuckle left your lips,”Actually, I feel like I’m turning into the Negan version of myself.”
“Well holy shit, Now was that a compliment or a damn drag?”, he laughed, glancing at you as he licked the remaining scotch of his lips before you shrugged your shoulders, focusing your fuzzy glance on him with a lazy but provocative grin drawn over your lips.
“Decide for yourself.”
“Well shit”, he grumbled, taking another thick gulp of his whiskey before he pursed his lips and puckered his brows, even though the edges of his lips twitched.
“Oh don’t pout”, you groaned, a drunken giggle leaving your lips as you nudged his arm playfully,”You’re the best. And it’s just that you’re way better at being Negan than my damn drunk me is.”
A thick laugh rumbled through your body before it hushed as your tipsy mind processed what had just slipped out of your lips, the truth carried out by the alcohol and the straightforwardness it evoked in you.
“Shit”, you mumbled, half chuckling, half groaning as you heft yourself off the chair, feeling the impact of the scotch kicking in, even more as soon as you stood on your feet. Stumbling over to the railing you still held onto your glass, hearing the hearty and loud laughter of Negan shaking through the air as you huffed with a small grin on your lips out, “Ah here we go.”
“I’m the best”, he chuckled as he repeated you, relish echoing through his voice as if he was tasting every single word ,”Mhm and that outta your mouth.”
The metal of his chair screeched over the concrete floor as you saw him standing up from the corner of your eyes, catching how he swung his body over to you.
“I’m the best”, he mumbled again, wolfish and with even more tease than before while he leaned down, smirking widely as you turned to him and tilted your head with a playfully annoyed glance at him.
“Stop”, you mumbled, shoving his chest as he instead smirked even wider before taking another sip of his drink and slowly shaking his head.
“Uh-uh”, he mumbled, now nodding towards you and your glass ,“Think we two are drinking more often now.”
Another, slight drunken chuckle left his lips as he got close enough for you to feel his body’s warmth against yours and the heat of his breath on your skin, before he pointed his finger up at your head.
“Wanna know what this sweet ass drink can reveal what else’s going on in that pretty head”, he mumbled, snaking his tongue over his lower lip as his gaze shifted a little down,”And hear what can come outta those damn lips…bet you got some dirty dirty thoughts in there that just wanna slip out”
“Oh, you asshole”, you laughed, using his body as crutch for yours as you raised your middle finger up into his face, only to elicit a thicker laugh to rumble through his chest. Shaking his head slightly he sneaked an arm around you to pull you closer against him, chuckling deeply before he grinned even wider at you.
“Lemme correct you there, Baby. The best asshole.”

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Heavy footsteps shuffled over the wooden floor-panels of your room, mixing with with soft raindrops that hit the windows as the darkness of the night surrounded the Sanctuary. The lights had still been burning in your room when he had knocked on your door, opening it reluctantly before peaking inside. His eyes were red rimmed and deep lines of exhaustion of a sleepless night took hostage of his face. His voice had been rougher and quieter than usual as he asked if he could slip in next to you, nothing of the usual tease daubing it, not even like you had heard it just hours ago when you had went through inventories and new plans for the Sanctuary in his office.
And now, he was stumbling towards you, just like he had done it a few times already over the last month, with an expression on his face that let you know that the packed day hadn’t messed with him, but something much deeper, nightmares or maybe just thoughts that sneaked like demons out of their deep and dark holes and invaded his mind with terror for hours.
“Been workin’?”, Negan asked, as if he was trying to distract from himself as he nodded towards the papers that were sprawled out over your desk, forming a mess only you could find a sense in.
“No, just added a bit to the pantry lists, nothing big”, you said, shrugging your shoulders as you gave him a small smile and watched him nodding slowly.
“Okay”, he mumbled, gulping and still trying to keep his voice steady and act as if he wasn’t feeling as miserable as he was, even though you and him secretly both knew that this was a mission damned to fail.
Shuffling to the side you made some space for him as soon as he reached the bed, enough for him to raise the sheets and slip beneath them. Softly groaning he let his body fall into the mattress and settled slowly into the pillows before reaching out to pull the sheets over his body.
You watched him, unsure if he wanted to talk about whatever had driven him to the point that he didn’t want to sleep alone again, or if he just wanted to keep it to himself for now and just ban it from his head to not give it more energy to work on his nerves. 
“Alright, we two should probably try to catch some z’s, can’t stumble tomorrow through the fuckin’ day like those dead assholes”, Negan mumbled, forcing a small grin up his lips even though his eyes were still showing the same sorrow and pain from before.
“Yeah, we should”, you just said, nodding softly as you watched him gulping thickly, before he reached to his side to switch the lamp on the nightstand off, filling the room with darkness in seconds.
Only in the faint light of the moonshine you could see Negan shifting along with you against the mattress until your heads were sunken into the pillows and the sheets were engulfing your bodies.
“Y’know, if you wanna talk, I’m here”, you finally mumbled, carefully and with a soft smile as his glance met yours for a moment.
“Yeah, I know…”, he grumbled as he gave you a small but still sad smile back before he reached out to your hand, engulfing it in his large one to give it a soft squeeze and spark a warmth within you that was spreading through your body in the matter of seconds ,”Thank you, Sweetheart.”
“But for now….hell, can you just c’mere? , he added, his voice raspy and almost pleading, revealing a side of him that seemed to only come out when you were alone. His glance almost burned into you until you slowly nodded and began to shift closer towards him as soon as he let go of your hand and instead raised his arm for you to slip to his side.
You could feel his warmth before your bodies touched, could feel the tingling in your stomach growing stronger and then, as his arms closed around you and pulled you against his broad chest the tingling formed into small waves of warmth that washed over each part of your body that touched his.
A deep, content growl rumbled through his chest as he breathed out, humming as you followed your body’s urge to huddle up closer to him. It was then, as his arms tightened around you, that you could feel how much he actually needed this, how much he had waited for comforting touches after whatever had haunted him.
“Shit, what would I do without you?”, he mumbled, his voice a little muffled as he nuzzled his nose into your hair, holding tighter onto you while these few words made you melt only closer into him. You didn’t respond, instead, you just hugged him back as you could feel his legs entangling with yours, forming a deeper embrace that let his tense muscles slowly slacken until he relaxed against your body.
The room was quiet, only the soft drumming of the rain filling it along with Negan’s steady growing breath and the soft hums that fell from his lips whenever he nuzzled your hair or pulled you closer.
And as you slowly drifted off, engulfed in his warmth and comforting scent, his deep voice rumbled through his chest and let your heart flutter one more time before the sleep finally pulled you into its depths.
“You’re the best, Sweetheart…y’know that? The fuckin’ best.”

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Prompt: “I haven’t slept in ages.”

Papers were sprawled all over the mahogany desk, inventories, plans of new outposts and god knew what else. By now, your mind was constantly drifting away from Negan’s messy handwriting that was dragged over the paper, your fingers only lazily moving on your command to draw a tick behind every checked supply of the Sanctuary’s pantry.
“Something wrong, Sweetheart?”, the rasp voice from the other side of the desk snapped you out of your trance, pushing you to glance up and look into a pair of hazel eyes that scanned over your face.
“No”, you mumbled, shaking your head as you could feel a yawn slowly beginning to push its way up your throat before you shrugged your shoulders softly,”Just feel like I haven’t slept in ages.”
Negan’s eyes were still running over you, his brows were puckered deeply as if he was thinking about the next move in a deadly battle.
“Stand up”, he said in the very next moment, the firmness in his voice clearly audible as you looked irritated over at him.
“What?”
“It’s an order”, he added, the firmness still stuck in his voice even though the corners of his lips began to twitch a little, as if they wanted to break out into his signature smirk.
Still irritated but with a spark of curiosity you finally gave in, let go of the pen you had holden onto to not fall into a sudden day-nap, and pushed yourself a little away from the desk to get yourself on your feet.
Cocking your brows up you watched Negan rounding the large desk, stopping only as only a couple of inches parted you and keeping your eyes locked to his 
before he made a sudden movement and scooped you up into his arms.
“There we go”, he groaned softly as he settled you against his body, keeping you laying in his arms like a bride that got carried over the threshold by her new husband.
“What the fuck, Negan?”, you called out the moment you realized what was happening, looking with even more irritation at him while a wide grin finally flashed over his face as he cocked his eyebrows at you.
“You need some good fuckin’ sleep”, he mumbled, tease swinging through his voice as he began to walk out of his office, shrugging his shoulders in response to the question marks in your eyes.
“But-”
“No but, Sweetheart. Can you remember that you told me I need more sleep to work the right damn way? ‘Cause I do”, he cut you off, kicking the ajar door of his office open to carry you through it into the hallway before he glanced at you once more,”And the very same thing counts for you.”
You huffed softly, even though you were beginning to feel how you were getting closer to just give in, even more as you felt the radiating warmth of his body against yours that had effects on you you didn’t even dare to admit any more.
“And you know I’m right”, he mumbled, as if he had read your mind before an even wider smirk grew on his lips as he nodded towards you,”Now sling your arms ‘round my neck.”
“Hmm…alright”, you mumbled, still a little reluctant to not give him the full win just yet before you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to pull you a little closer and let the tingling in your stomach flare up once more.
You were still holding onto him as he crossed the hallway from his office towards his bedroom, watching as he stretched himself to open the heavy doors to the apartment before he eventually stepped in and kicked the door back into its lock.
You could feel yourself growing even more tired as your glance caught the large bed, its silky black sheets that shimmered in the warm afternoon light that streamed through the large windows and the countless comfy pillows that were sprawled over its upper end, anticipating to let it finally enclose you even though a part of you didn’t want to leave his arms.
Still you did in the moment he lowered you onto the sheets, allowing you to sink with a content hum into the mattress that was a lot more comforting than the one you had in your own room.
“Good, huh?”, he chuckled with a sly smirk on his lips, watching as you nuzzled your head into the soft pillows and moved your body with relish in the coziness of the bed.
“Yeah”, you mumbled, glancing at him as he sat down by the end of the bed and grabbed your feet, starting to untie your boots before you glimpsed with a small grin at him,”You were right.”
“Now holy shit, those words outta your mouth…think you just made me cum in my pants”, he laughed, its booming sound erupting his chest as he grinned widely at you and pushed your shoes off your feet while a small laugh left your lips as you shook your head softly.
Glancing at him the warmth you were still trying to fight only grew some more as your gaze wandered over his face, the lips that were drawn into a smirk, the warm hazel eyes, the slicked back black hair and the salt and pepper stubble that peppered his cheeks before you got disrupted as another thick yawn made its way up your throat.
“Damn, you’re sleepy as fuck, now aren’t you”, he chuckled as he pulled the other shoe off your foot, grinning before his face grew still as a yawn left his lips as well.
“Looks like you need a nap too”, you mumbled with a small smirk, hearing his chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Probably”, he mumbled, seconds before a wider grin grew over his face as he bit his lip ,”But you know what they say, if the yawn of someone is contagious to ya, you two got a connection.”
“Sure”, you chuckled, cuddling a little deeper into the pillows before you watched him nodding to the space on the sheets beside you.
“You mind?”
You softly shook your head before you saw his eyes lightening a little up as he kicked his dark boots off his feet and eventually crawled next to you, groaning contently as he let his body settle into the sheets.
“Nappin’ together…like some old ass couple, huh?”, he mumbled as he laid his head into the pillows only inches away from yours and stretched his limbs with another small groan before once more a grin flashed over his lips, “Even though I wouldn’t fuckin’ mind if we’d do some other shit in here too”
“Idiot”, you chuckled, nudging him softly with your elbow as you could feel some heat rising into your cheeks that only let the grin on his face grow wider as he shifted to get his long body into the most comfortable position beside you.
“Mhm, I know. Well, then see ya all fresh later, Sweetheart”, he mumbled, his eyelids visibly growing heavier as well before he quirked his eyebrow once more up ,”And have some dirty dreams of me.”
“Sleep tight, Negan”, you just chuckled in response, trying to fight the heat that was trying to fill your cheeks even more up than it already had while you glanced at him one more time, hoping that your face wasn’t as blushed as it felt like.
He only glanced sleepily back, the grin turned into a drowsy smile by now while you could feel your muscles relaxing in response to the bed’s coziness and his warmth, preparing you to finally give in to your body’s plea for sleep as his rough but velvety voice sounded through the room one more time.
“You too, Sweetheart. You too.”

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Prompt: “Is that blood?”

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“Is that blood?”, a familiar voice echoed through the infirmary, daubed with shock and concern instead of the usual tease and confidence.
It took only seconds before your eyes left the boasting wound along your forearm and the deep red cloth in your hands before they met his as they scanned with fear over your body.
It had been your own dumb mistake, ripping your own skin on shatters of wood as you had climbed a fence in an abandoned village close to the Sanctuary, trying to flee from a large group of walkers. The blood still wasn’t dry, instead more began to flow down your arm as you tried to clean it and free it from the dirt.
“No, it’s tomato juice,…‘course it’s blood”, it blustered out of you, pushed by the frustration of your own stupidity before the hurt that began to capture his eyes made you snap out of your anger.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to…I just-”, you mumbled softly , gulping thickly as you pressed the cloth onto your arm, trying to stop the blood’s flow and hide the wound’s size from Negan altogether.
It was bad enough that he even knew that you were injured, there was no need for him to see it in its whole ugly glory.
“That’s why I don’t want you to go on these fuckin’ runs”, he growled as he strutted towards you, eyes piercing right through you as he got close enough to reach for your injured arm.
“Negan-”
“No! Next time this could be a fuckin’ bite”, he called out, more desperation than anger swinging through his voice as his hand slung around your wrist while the other pushed the cloth off your skin, only seconds before his panicked eyes met yours again,”I’m not losing you!”
A moment passed before he seemed to realize what he had said, but instead of fleeing or correcting himself he just gulped thickly and kept holding onto your arm, while the tension on his face slowly seemed to ebb down.
And as you watched him, a small warmth sparked within you, enough to make a tingling stir in your stomach and make you forget your pain for a moment before he grabbed another clean cloth and glanced at you.
“Now let me get that cleaned up”, he mumbled, stroking his thumb over your wrist as his eyes kept you glued to the spot ,”Let me take care of you.”

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Hoping to slowly leave the horror of Negan’s breakdown behind, the Reader helps Negan shave to make a first tiny step into a new direction. 

This is a drabble for the time jump within season 9! It’s linked to my series, so If you like you can find it right here, but you can also easily read it independently from it.

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“Let’s get rid of that Santa beard”, you mumbled with a smile as you picked up the scissors from the small nightstand of Negan’s cell.
Right next to the scissors had laid two small bowls with shaving foam and warm water, a small fluffy towel and a straight razor that were waiting for their job later on.
You turned around, giving him another smile as you glanced at him on the wooden chair in the middle of the cell, still with his slightly slumped in figure and the healing but still horribly visible wound on his forehead.
This one horrifying day was about a week and a half ago by now, Alexandria was still in a complete exceptional state after Rick’s death and you had the odd feeling that this would last for a good while longer.
The first days after, you hadn’t left Negan’s side, stayed huddled up in the bed with him, cradling and holding him close, only leaving it to pick up his food and make sure he was eating as much as he could.
He still was in a state that made your heart ache but for today and to finally but slowly help him out of this slump, you thought of making a small but maybe meaningful step in a new direction and finally get rid of his thick beard, to literally cut him off from the terrible memories that were now connected to it. Especially now, since the people who usually took care of his beard and his hair cut would have waited a whole lot longer until taking action again.
Slowly, you stepped closer to him, reaching up to run your fingertips softly through his dark hair until he raised his head a little to glance at you as your fingertips trailed down until they could grasp a bit of his beard.
“Ready?”, you mumbled with another small smile as he slowly nodded.
“Ready as hell…let’s get that fucker off”, he mumbled, forcing a small smile onto his lips as you ran your fingers once more along his jaw before getting back to your work.

“Thought you liked it…the beard”, Negan mumbled, for the first time in a while some of his old tease sounding through his deep voice again as you finished your work with the scissor and brushed your fingers over his jaw to get rid of the salt and pepper hair that was entangling into the rest of his stubble.
“I did, just think we gotta start off new, huh?”, you mumbled, leaving his side for a moment to get the shaving foam and the thick brush.
“Like those girl’s gettin’ their hair colored or cut the fuck off after breaking up with some jerk?”
“Kinda”, you said softly chuckling as you turned back around to him and felt as if you saw for the first time ever since a bit of his signature grin spreading over his lips, taking in his handsome features that had been held hostage by pain way too much in the last while.
It was just a small one, and still it let some more hope wash into your body as you glanced with a loving smile at him.
Slowly, you got the foam on his face, brushing it in the rest of his beard before some memories flowed back into your mind, letting you grin slightly as Negan’s glance captured yours.
“Remember that first time I did this?”, you mumbled in response to his questioning glance as you looked down on him, his face’s lower half completely covered in white foam just like all this time ago in Rick’s house.
“Hmm, yeah”, he grumbled, the small grin that let your heart flutter still on his lips as you placed the bowl of foam down beside him.
“You looked just like this with all that foam on, really had to control myself to not laugh”, you softly chuckled, grabbing the warm water and the towel to get ready to shave.
“Still caught that grin, believe me that, Sweetheart”, he mumbled back before he pointed swiftly up to his in white covered face, “That’s how you usually look.”
A half chuckle, half groan left your lips as you shoved his shoulder playfully in response to his old humor that was finally showing through again, enjoying this lighthearted moment while it lasted.
He could fall back into this black pit every minute, so if you had the chance to first grasp some small but happy moments, you were gonna do so.
They were a start.

The razor knife slid along his skin as you carefully got the rest of his beard step by step off, touching him softly to keep him in posture until you could finally wash the little rest off foam off and let him brush the towel over his bare skin.
“Can finally see your face again”, you eventually mumbled as you traced your fingers over his skin, sensing its softness after only being used of the long and rough beard,”So damn smooth.”
For another small moment you could see the smile on his lips before slowly but surely the darkness that tried to devour him began to try its best to settle in again, clouding his glance and doing its best to push the smile off his face.
Softly, you caressed your fingers over his skin, cupping his face as you tried to find a way to get him at least for this small moment back into the lightheartedness you had felt before.
One more time you glanced at him before you slowly leaned down and captured his lips, gentle and careful to feel him all the way as your hands held him close to you.
Your lips moved in a pleasant and even calming rhythm until you felt him pulling you down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you as some small but content growls rumbled up his throat.
Slowly letting go of him you glanced into his hazel eyes, giving him another small peck before he pulled you closer and nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck.
“Love you, Baby”, he mumbled, pressing a small kiss against your skin as he held you tight, almost as close as in those nights before in which it seemed like you were his only anchor holding him here.
“I love you too, Negan”, you mumbled back, wrapping your arms around him as you nuzzled your nose into his dark hair, closing your eyes, hoping that even though the light at the end of the tunnel was still far out of reach, that this would be at least a first tiny step into the right direction.


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Negan Drabble ~ The Keys

Summary: The reader is placed in front of a hard decision as she gets her hands by pure chance on the keys to Negan’s cell.

This is one of the drabbles for the time jump between season 8 and 9! It’s linked to my series, so If you like you can find it right here, but you can also easily read it independently from it.

The metal door crashed with a dull thud into its lock, echoing through the cell and the outer room you found yourself standing in next to Negan’s guard.

He sat, as always, on the other side of the metal bars on his bed when you were let out of the cell, his eyes still wandering over you, revealing how much he was already waiting for the evening when you’d come back.

His guard began to fumble on his waistband, trying to slip the keys back to the other bunch on the ring attached to his leather belt as his walkie began to suddenly beep, the shrill tone bouncing off the cold walls and letting it echo through the rooms while an annoyed huff left his lips.

“Yeah?”, Roger grumbled, picking the walkie hastily up while his feet were shuffling restless over the cement ground, listening to the stressed voice of the man on the other side of the line.

“Gotta go, you find yourself out”, he finally said as he pushed the walkie back and glanced for a short moment at you, giving you a small nod before he began to rush up.

His heavy footsteps echoed over the ground and up the staircase, that strong that it felt like the floor beneath you would vibrate softly in response before the door upstairs crashed back into its frame.

As soon as the sound hushed you glanced back through the bars, catching Negan grinning softly at you as he ran his palm over his thicker growing salt and pepper beard.

“See you tonight”, you mumbled, giving him a small smile as you saw him lifting himself back up from the bed and beginning to stroll closer to the door until only the metal bars parted you.

“Yeah, see you, tonight, Baby. Now get up or I can’t guarantee for fucking anything. Might rip those fuckers here apart and get you back inside”, he playfully chuckled, teasingly raising his brows as you gave him a small laugh back, even though you could see something flickering beneath the playfulness in his eyes.

The distress of the loneliness the countable hours of the day would bring, the pain of being locked up and only seeing the same four walls each and every day, every hour, every minute, every second.

For a moment he reached through the bars, his large hand squeezing yours reassuringly before you gave him another small smile as soon as his warmth left yours again.

“Till later”, you mumbled, seeing how he gave you a small nod as you knew you had to go now if you didn’t want to make it all harder for each of you.

With a small sigh you finally made your way up the stairs, hearing quietly in the background how Negan made his way over to the bed as suddenly something sticking out from the dull cement stairs caught your eye.

It was small and glimpsed in the faint light and at first you didn’t recognize it, until the moment you leaned down, squinting your eyes slightly with puckered brows and caught what as laying right by your feet.

Keys.

Two small silver keys, that laid there by your soles.

Two small silver keys Roger had tried to fumble apparently unsuccessfully onto his key ring earlier.

Two small silver keys that belonged to Negan’s cell.

Your breath seemed to stop for a moment, your heart seemed to skip a beat as you stared at the metallic figures on the ground and felt how your lips began to part in bewilderment.

Your finger began to grasp them almost unconsciously, as if you were stuck in a trance until the cold metal touched your fingertips and got eventually wrapped up in your palm.

Your mind seemed empty and filled up with thousands of thoughts at the same time, leaving you split and torn as a shivering breath left your lips and your eyes darted back down the stairs.

What were you supposed to do now?

You couldn’t lie, this scenario had spooked here and there already through your head but now that it turned into reality, you felt completely muddled.

There were those two sides again, the two sides you had already been stuck between in the war.

Negan on the one side.

Your old friends on the other.

Your mind was spilling over with thoughts and emotions, with the feeling of not being able to betray the people outside that began to finally accept you again but even more, with the urge to finally see Negan free again, to finally see him completely blithe again.

And for a moment this seemed more important than anything else. 

But still, you couldn’t form a single straight thought as your foot met the cement step down to the cell again, your lips shivering as you got down, step by step until you saw the metal bars again.

“Negan”, only left your lips breathily, your hand still clasping the keys as you saw him looking irritated at you, surprised about your sudden return.

Puckering his brows he ran a hand over his thick beard stubble as he lifted himself off the bed, tapping over the floor as his deep voice echoed through the room.

“Somethin’ wrong?”, he mumbled worriedly, his eyes wandering over you, trying to read the answer off your face as you gulped heavily and glanced up at him.

“Roger he-”, you mumbled, too startled to bring your sentence to an end before you slowly opened your hand, “He lost the keys.”

Negan’s eyes widened as he came closer, squinting them as if the keys in your hand were a mirage that could vanish into thin air in the matter of seconds.

His glance wandered up, catching the look in your eyes that wandered repeatedly to the lock of his door and seemed to reveal just enough for his face to fall into a flat frown and his brows to pucker harder.

“No. (Y/N), no. You won’t fucking do that”, he nearly growled, letting your glance snap up to him as confusion and pain spread over your face.

“Negan, I-”, you began, gulping harshly as a shivering breath fell from your lips, “I see you suffering in there, I-”

“Doesn’t matter”, he cut you off, his voice intentionally sharp as if he wanted to cut those thoughts out of your head, “You won’t fucking do that.”

“Why?”, your voice was shivering, a little weaker than you intended to as he already shook his head and stepped even closer to the metal bars.

“’Cause I won’t let you put yourself at that much fucking risk for me, not gonna happen”, he scoffed, his eyes darting at yours, trying to keep them locked with his, “You’re just about to be on a better fucking path with them and that shit took you way more time and fucking work than you deserve. I won’t let you ruin that because of my ass.”

You glimpsed at him before your head sunk a little as a thick gulp wandered down your throat while your eyes captured the keys in your hand once more.

“But what kinda girlfriend am I if I never try to get you out of there?”

“The kinda awesome one that comes every fucking night here to stay by my damn side….and the one who’s not thinking clear right now”, with that your eyes wandered back up to him, puzzled by his response as he sighed and ran his palm over the silver struck thick beard.

“First, this is not your responsibility, not in any damn way. You’ve done more for me than I could ever fucking ask for…second, if this would happen”, he gestured at the keys with a swift motion, “What do you think would follow, huh? A damn flight, with a damn hunt that’d be opened on us? No fucking sir, I won’t put you in that kinda position. I won’t let you…and third…as I said and no fucking matter how much I wanna screw some of those fuckers outside over…You’re finally on your way to get what you had before my ass came along, I won’t be the one to ruin that.”

“Alright?”, he added, pushing the thoughts that had been running through your head already further to the surface, revealing the real problem.

You couldn’t have both, Negan released and the people outside respecting and trusting you again, at least yet.

“Listen, I’ll get out of this shit thing here some day. Earlier or later, they’re gonna fucking need me or some other shit’s gonna happen, but this here, this won’t be the way to go”, he said, still seeing the inner turmoil painted all over your face, “And I fucking know that this wouldn’t be the damn way you want it to happen too.”

You glanced up at him, sighing quietly and trying to let the tension leave your body while the keys seemed to burn into your palm, begging to be recognized.

But he was right, with each of his arguments, no matter how much you wanted to see him outside this cell, this wasn’t how you wanted it to happen.

You wanted peace with the people outside when it happened, not all of them, few had gone too far but at least with the ones who had begun to let you in again.

“So lemme tell you what’s gonna happen now. You’ll swing your sweet ass up there, give Roger the prick those damn keys back and get yourself the damn respect of them you fucking deserve”, he finally said, his hazel eyes capturing yours, keeping them locked to make sure you understood each and every word of his.

“I’ll be fine”, he said, as he reached through the bars and grasped your free hand, squeezing it lightly before he let out a small loosening chuckle ,”Baby, I’ll be fuckin’ fine.”

“Okay”, you finally mumbled, deeply exhaling as you stared at the keys once more time as his hand left yours and your eyes met his once more, reassuring you that you were doing the right thing.

And you were keeping this glance in his eyes in mind as you eventually made your way up the cement stairs, through the unfinished house and finally to his guard.

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Summary: As some music streams from the outside into the cell, Negan decides to use this rare possibility for a small dance with his girl.

This is one of the drabbles for the time jump between season 8 and 9! It’s linked to my series, so If you like you can find it right here, but you can also easily read it independently from it.

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Warm evening sunbeams shone through the cell’s windows and danced over the cement ground, filling the prison with orange rays of light while the smooth sound of music was beginning to sound through the glass behind the thick metal bars.
It wasn’t loud enough to understand each and every word as it had to come from someone trying to make their work shortly before the houses more entertaining, but it was still enough to hear its soft and pleasant melody and enough to let Negan jump out of the prison bed to stand right in front of you, with his large hand stretched out to you and a wide grin dancing over lips.
“Come here, we gotta use this”, he mumbled, his deep voice mixing warmly with the sound of the music while excitement about the sudden and rare entertainment spread over his handsome features, “I’m gonna make it one hell of a fuckin’ fun. I promise, Baby.”
A chuckle was rumbling through his broad chest, letting it shake softly beneath the steel blue prison suit as he perked his dark brows up and grinned wider as soon as you slid your hand into his.
Quickly, his warm hand enclosed yours, large enough let it almost vanish in his before he lifted you with ease from the cheap bed until your bodies were parted only by inches.
Slowly, he lead you closer to the window, increasing the volume of the music just a little bit until he turned around to you and sneaked his arm around your waist. 
Glancing up at him you caught his hazel eyes wandering over your face, lit up softly by the warm evening sun as it drew bright lines around his face, his black hair and the salt and pepper beard.
“There we go”, his deep drawl rumbled as he pulled you closer, keeping you right there with him until you could feel his warm body pressing against yours.
Slowly, you slid your hand up his chest, reaching his shoulder within moments where it came to a rest as he raised his hand that was still engulfing yours, forming the position he wanted to have the both of you in.
“Some surprise entertainment delivered to my damn doorstep…Gotta be a lucky day, huh”, Negan quietly chuckled, leaning in to peck your lips before you laughed quietly against his and gave him a small nod.
“Definitely”, you mumbled, caressing your fingertips over his shoulder as you were feeling his warmth through the fabric of the suit tingling against your fingers. 
”Now if that fucker is longer here we could later on fuck to the damn rhythm of that music”, Negan snickered, perking his brows suggestively up as a wolfish smirk spread over his lips as you chuckled quietly.
”Then lets hope he’s got some more work to do”, you laughed, feeling how Negan’s hand was squeezing you teasingly before he pulled you even closer against his tall figure.

A small hum left your lips as you eventually leaned in and could feel his head beginning to rest against yours, his thicker growing beard tickling you softly as you began to dip in closer until your nose could nuzzle into the warmth of his neck.
His scent slowly engulfed you as he gradually began to swing the both of you softly from side to side, only centimeters at a time in the rhythm to the slow music.
You could hear Negan’s deep voice humming along the melody while his chest was rising and falling softly beneath the prison suit against yours while his warm breath was brushing over your skin, creating small goose bumps of comfort all over your body.
Negan’s thumb stroked slowly over the back of your hand as he held it in his large, warm one, while his lips pressed a kiss to your skin with a deep purr that was able to let a pleasant shudder wash through your body before his head leaned slowly back against yours.
A content sigh left your lips as you huddled closer, taking in his warmth while the sound of the music set you slowly into a small trance, able to let you forget the cell Negan was held in for a small while as only his touches, the soft swinging and the deep rumble of his humming voice managed to let you melt completely against him.

“Don’t fall asleep here on me, still gotta hear how fuckin awesome your sweet moans gonna mix with that music”, Negan chuckled playfully after a while of just keeping you close and swinging you softly from side to side, eliciting a small laugh to fall from your lips as you teasingly dug your fingertips into his shoulder but remained buried in the crook of his neck.
“I won’t, promise”, you mumbled against his warm skin, feeling it vibrating softly against you as soon as a chuckle rumbled through his throat as he cradled you a little closer against his firm chest.
Humming you melted closer, drifting further off into your little trance.
There was a small part of you imagining the both of you dancing just like this outside the cell and in a house with a cozy living room, with a white shirt and some gray sweatpants clinging to Negan’s body instead of the steel blue prison suit and with some fire crackling softly in a chimney instead of cold metal brushing against metal whenever a soft gust brushed against the door.
But as much as this small part in you wished for you to have those things someday, as much knew the whole rest of you that this moment right now within his embrace was just perfect as it was in its very own way.


(The gif isn’t mine/ it was originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty)
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Summary: While the Reader has to deal with the annoying sides of being a woman, Negan tries his best to take care of his girl and her pain in his cell.

This is one of the drabbles for the time jump between season 8 and 9! It’s linked to my series, so If you like you can find it right here, but you can also easily read it independently from it.

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“Right here?”, Negan asked as you felt him shifting over the softly squeaking mattress, letting his large hand caress over your lower stomach that felt like an elephant was sitting on your belly, pressing in on it while thousands of knives where diving and wrenching into your hurting flesh.
“Yeah”, you mumbled, cuddling more into his side, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around your body as his thumb slowly stroke over your skin.
“Fuck this”, you grumbled, feeling another cramp spreading out over your lower stomach, letting you squirm beneath the thin blanket of the prison’s bed while Negan let out a small sigh.
“Ah shit, that fucker in there throwing a fit again?”, he asked, letting you sink a little more into his side as you slowly nodded, feeling the pressure pushing more into your already hurting body.
“Hell, if I could, I’d get ya some hot bag or some damn chocolate”, he mumbled, pressing a kiss against your temple while a bit of disappointment was swinging in his voice.
“I know, but your hand’s doing a pretty great job too”, you chuckled softly, reaching out to caress your fingertips over the back of his hand for a moment.
“That’s what it always does, right?”, Negan chuckled throatily, tightening his embrace a little around you while his warm hand soothed your pain a bit and calmed the storm within your body’s middle.
“Yeah, it sure does”, you mumbled with a small laugh, leaning your face into the warmth of his neck, breathing contently and deeply in and out as soon as his scent and warmth began to lull you a little more into their comfortableness before another cramp made you flinch slightly.
“Fuck…that bad?”, Negan mumbled concerned, circling his fingers gently over your skin as if it would magically let the pain vanish.
“Yeah…shit, I already took one tablet at the infirmary…hoped it would kick in faster…fucking hate this crap”, you grumbled, huffing as you shifted a little, as if it would loosen the tension that was building up in your lower stomach.
“Well then maybe I gotta put a baby in there next time so you can skip over this shit”, Negan chuckled, trying to make you laugh and distract you while thumping his pointing finger softly onto your skin as you let out a small chuckle and cuddled closer into his embrace and the fabric of his prison suit.
“Yeah so I can deal with the millionth times worse pain nine months later”, you joked, feeling how Negan leaned his head against yours and caressed your stomach a little more with the rough tips of his fingers and the warmth of his palm.
“Anyway….for now I just need you to keep your hand there and cuddle me some more”, you mumbled, feeling how he tucked you a little more in while a small chuckle let his chest vibrate as you shifted a bit to nuzzle your face into it, craving the warmth that was radiating through the steel blue fabric.
“Aye, aye, Captain…as you fucking wish”, Negan chuckled, pressing another kiss on your forehead, letting his warm lips caress over your skin while his thick beard stubble scratched softly against it.
“If you need somethin’ else, need the seamann to sail the red sea or just give you some nice ass back rub…just let me know”, Negan mumbled against your skin as he softly laughed and held you a little closer as you let out a small chuckle.
“I will, but this is perfect right now”, you mumbled, humming as you felt his warm hand caressing once more over your stomach.
“Alright, then just let me keep ya warm and cozy and then, hopefully, this fucker will calm their ass down”, Negan mumbled against your skin as he pulled you a little closer into his embrace, motivating you to nuzzle your face deeper into his warm chest until you closed your eyes and just let him hold you in his strong arms.


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