Category: negan fic

thewalkingdead-imagines:

This was requested by @ly–canthrope​​ and is based on the song “You are enough” by Sleeping at last (you can find the lyrics at the end, below the tags) 

Hope you all enjoy this!!

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Snowflakes were swaying down the nightsky, passing along the window beside your bed, filling the darkness with small light spots that got thicker with every passing minute. A bit of the icy air from outside could slip through tiny leaky spots in the frame of the large factory window and brush over the parts of your body that weren’t engulfed by a thick blanket. 
Shivering, you slipped deeper underneath the sheets, feeling how your body yearned for the cozy warmth beside you. Slowly, you turned your head to its source, allowing your glance to land on the sleeping man next to you in bed. He was all still, only his chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm underneath the white shirt while small, content breaths were slipping through his relaxed lips. His face was turned to you, the expression all calm and slackened, the brows that usually tended to perk playfully up when he was talking to you were now at ease. You weren’t even exaggerating when you said that he nearly looked like a painting in the faint moonlight, with that salt and pepper stubble covering his jaw and cheeks, those handsome features of his and the dark hair that looked a tiny bit tousled by now.
That view was nearly enough to keep you up all night, but that wasn’t actually the reason you were laying wide awake in your bed.
It was something that had simmered in you for a while, somewhere deep inside you and it had creeped it’s way up your body until it could fully sneak into your head tonight.
Were you enough for him?
It was an ugly thought, something that had enough power to send a stinging pain through you every time you just thought of that question but regardless of how much you tried to push it away and finally fall asleep, it always popped back up to torment you all over again. 
It took its roots in the incertainty about your relationship and its nearly secretive nature, and about the women who still called themselves his wives.
He wasn’t seeing them anymore, but yet they still paraded around the grad hall, wore the black dresses and yet the whole Sanctuary still thought these were the women who were with him. And you, well you were his little secret. You were his little escape from being the big bad wolf he was outside this apartment, from the work, the stress, the constant threat of the wandering dead outside the fences. 
Outside this room, there were no kisses, no loving touches, nothing of what you got as soon as the door of this room closed behind him; officially, his wives were the women by his side and you were maximally the girl Negan visited on her shifts from time to time to flirt a little, nothing more. 
It shouldn’t bother you this much, it really shouldn’t. You should just be glad to have someone, even if it was just for the nights, especially in these times. But you wanted more certainty nevertheless, the question was spooking too much through your head to keep on facing Negan without it popping back up and putting tension all over you.
You had tried to find other explanations for it, but the little devil on your shoulder had done its very best to cram up explanations that only strengthened your fears.
Ones that whispered in your ear that you really weren’t enough, and if you were only for now, only for these hours, only for some comfort, but not more. And maybe, yes, maybe you weren’t enough for the long run. Maybe you were just enough for these nights, and maybe it was just a matter of time until he would grow tired of you and go back to them, turn you into nothing more than a shadow of the past.
Slowly, you could feel a single hot tear falling from your eye and rolling down your temple until it fell on the pillow that cradled your head, forewarning others that already welled up in your eyes and got fueled by your thoughts and the big lump in your throat.
Fuck, you hated this. Sighing you reached up to brush the tears away, only leaving their damp trail behind while you turned your head to look outside the window, concentrate on the white snowy dots to distract yourself. Oh how you wished that you would just wake up and everything would be figured out. Just know how things stand, know what he felt for you, know that you were actually enough. 

Suddenly, you felt the mattress move a little, elicited by the man beside you whose movements immediately let your head snap towards him.
He grumbled, his face grimacing drowsily and a little confused while his eyes were still closed, his body somewhere between being asleep and awake while you stayed all still, not meaning to wake him.
But instead, he stirred some more, now passing over the edge to slowly waking up while you tried to figure out what would happen once he would open his eyes.
“Baby?”, Negan finally drowsily mumbled, a little confused by the lack of your warmth and your figure cuddled up to him, his brows furrowed while his eyes were still closed before they slowly opened, just enough to glimpse at you.
“Come back here”, he mumbled, grumbling a little as he stirred and shifted some more, rolling onto his side to reach out to you, caress his fingers over your arm while you tried to gulp the rest of the tears down, hoping he wouldn’t see them right away. But instead, he seemed to catch the brushed away tears from your cheeks in the faint light and your watery eyes, as his brows furrowed and he slowly propped himself onto his elbow to get a better look at you.

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thewalkingdead-imagines:

This was requested by @ly–canthrope​​ and is based on the song “You are enough” by Sleeping at last (you can find the lyrics at the end, below the tags) 

Hope you all enjoy this!!

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Snowflakes were swaying down the nightsky, passing along the window beside your bed, filling the darkness with small light spots that got thicker with every passing minute. A bit of the icy air from outside could slip through tiny leaky spots in the frame of the large factory window and brush over the parts of your body that weren’t engulfed by a thick blanket. 
Shivering, you slipped deeper underneath the sheets, feeling how your body yearned for the cozy warmth beside you. Slowly, you turned your head to its source, allowing your glance to land on the sleeping man next to you in bed. He was all still, only his chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm underneath the white shirt while small, content breaths were slipping through his relaxed lips. His face was turned to you, the expression all calm and slackened, the brows that usually tended to perk playfully up when he was talking to you were now at ease. You weren’t even exaggerating when you said that he nearly looked like a painting in the faint moonlight, with that salt and pepper stubble covering his jaw and cheeks, those handsome features of his and the dark hair that looked a tiny bit tousled by now.
That view was nearly enough to keep you up all night, but that wasn’t actually the reason you were laying wide awake in your bed.
It was something that had simmered in you for a while, somewhere deep inside you and it had creeped it’s way up your body until it could fully sneak into your head tonight.
Were you enough for him?
It was an ugly thought, something that had enough power to send a stinging pain through you every time you just thought of that question but regardless of how much you tried to push it away and finally fall asleep, it always popped back up to torment you all over again. 
It took its roots in the incertainty about your relationship and its nearly secretive nature, and about the women who still called themselves his wives.
He wasn’t seeing them anymore, but yet they still paraded around the grad hall, wore the black dresses and yet the whole Sanctuary still thought these were the women who were with him. And you, well you were his little secret. You were his little escape from being the big bad wolf he was outside this apartment, from the work, the stress, the constant threat of the wandering dead outside the fences. 
Outside this room, there were no kisses, no loving touches, nothing of what you got as soon as the door of this room closed behind him; officially, his wives were the women by his side and you were maximally the girl Negan visited on her shifts from time to time to flirt a little, nothing more. 
It shouldn’t bother you this much, it really shouldn’t. You should just be glad to have someone, even if it was just for the nights, especially in these times. But you wanted more certainty nevertheless, the question was spooking too much through your head to keep on facing Negan without it popping back up and putting tension all over you.
You had tried to find other explanations for it, but the little devil on your shoulder had done its very best to cram up explanations that only strengthened your fears.
Ones that whispered in your ear that you really weren’t enough, and if you were only for now, only for these hours, only for some comfort, but not more. And maybe, yes, maybe you weren’t enough for the long run. Maybe you were just enough for these nights, and maybe it was just a matter of time until he would grow tired of you and go back to them, turn you into nothing more than a shadow of the past.
Slowly, you could feel a single hot tear falling from your eye and rolling down your temple until it fell on the pillow that cradled your head, forewarning others that already welled up in your eyes and got fueled by your thoughts and the big lump in your throat.
Fuck, you hated this. Sighing you reached up to brush the tears away, only leaving their damp trail behind while you turned your head to look outside the window, concentrate on the white snowy dots to distract yourself. Oh how you wished that you would just wake up and everything would be figured out. Just know how things stand, know what he felt for you, know that you were actually enough. 

Suddenly, you felt the mattress move a little, elicited by the man beside you whose movements immediately let your head snap towards him.
He grumbled, his face grimacing drowsily and a little confused while his eyes were still closed, his body somewhere between being asleep and awake while you stayed all still, not meaning to wake him.
But instead, he stirred some more, now passing over the edge to slowly waking up while you tried to figure out what would happen once he would open his eyes.
“Baby?”, Negan finally drowsily mumbled, a little confused by the lack of your warmth and your figure cuddled up to him, his brows furrowed while his eyes were still closed before they slowly opened, just enough to glimpse at you.
“Come back here”, he mumbled, grumbling a little as he stirred and shifted some more, rolling onto his side to reach out to you, caress his fingers over your arm while you tried to gulp the rest of the tears down, hoping he wouldn’t see them right away. But instead, he seemed to catch the brushed away tears from your cheeks in the faint light and your watery eyes, as his brows furrowed and he slowly propped himself onto his elbow to get a better look at you.

Keep reading

This was requested by @ly–canthrope​​ and is based on the song “You are enough” by Sleeping at last (you can find the lyrics at the end, below the tags) 

Hope you all enjoy this!!

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Snowflakes were swaying down the nightsky, passing along the window beside your bed, filling the darkness with small light spots that got thicker with every passing minute. A bit of the icy air from outside could slip through tiny leaky spots in the frame of the large factory window and brush over the parts of your body that weren’t engulfed by a thick blanket. 
Shivering, you slipped deeper underneath the sheets, feeling how your body yearned for the cozy warmth beside you. Slowly, you turned your head to its source, allowing your glance to land on the sleeping man next to you in bed. He was all still, only his chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm underneath the white shirt while small, content breaths were slipping through his relaxed lips. His face was turned to you, the expression all calm and slackened, the brows that usually tended to perk playfully up when he was talking to you were now at ease. You weren’t even exaggerating when you said that he nearly looked like a painting in the faint moonlight, with that salt and pepper stubble covering his jaw and cheeks, those handsome features of his and the dark hair that looked a tiny bit tousled by now.
That view was nearly enough to keep you up all night, but that wasn’t actually the reason you were laying wide awake in your bed.
It was something that had simmered in you for a while, somewhere deep inside you and it had creeped it’s way up your body until it could fully sneak into your head tonight.
Were you enough for him?
It was an ugly thought, something that had enough power to send a stinging pain through you every time you just thought of that question but regardless of how much you tried to push it away and finally fall asleep, it always popped back up to torment you all over again. 
It took its roots in the incertainty about your relationship and its nearly secretive nature, and about the women who still called themselves his wives.
He wasn’t seeing them anymore, but yet they still paraded around the grad hall, wore the black dresses and yet the whole Sanctuary still thought these were the women who were with him. And you, well you were his little secret. You were his little escape from being the big bad wolf he was outside this apartment, from the work, the stress, the constant threat of the wandering dead outside the fences. 
Outside this room, there were no kisses, no loving touches, nothing of what you got as soon as the door of this room closed behind him; officially, his wives were the women by his side and you were maximally the girl Negan visited on her shifts from time to time to flirt a little, nothing more. 
It shouldn’t bother you this much, it really shouldn’t. You should just be glad to have someone, even if it was just for the nights, especially in these times. But you wanted more certainty nevertheless, the question was spooking too much through your head to keep on facing Negan without it popping back up and putting tension all over you.
You had tried to find other explanations for it, but the little devil on your shoulder had done its very best to cram up explanations that only strengthened your fears.
Ones that whispered in your ear that you really weren’t enough, and if you were only for now, only for these hours, only for some comfort, but not more. And maybe, yes, maybe you weren’t enough for the long run. Maybe you were just enough for these nights, and maybe it was just a matter of time until he would grow tired of you and go back to them, turn you into nothing more than a shadow of the past.
Slowly, you could feel a single hot tear falling from your eye and rolling down your temple until it fell on the pillow that cradled your head, forewarning others that already welled up in your eyes and got fueled by your thoughts and the big lump in your throat.
Fuck, you hated this. Sighing you reached up to brush the tears away, only leaving their damp trail behind while you turned your head to look outside the window, concentrate on the white snowy dots to distract yourself. Oh how you wished that you would just wake up and everything would be figured out. Just know how things stand, know what he felt for you, know that you were actually enough. 

Suddenly, you felt the mattress move a little, elicited by the man beside you whose movements immediately let your head snap towards him.
He grumbled, his face grimacing drowsily and a little confused while his eyes were still closed, his body somewhere between being asleep and awake while you stayed all still, not meaning to wake him.
But instead, he stirred some more, now passing over the edge to slowly waking up while you tried to figure out what would happen once he would open his eyes.
“Baby?”, Negan finally drowsily mumbled, a little confused by the lack of your warmth and your figure cuddled up to him, his brows furrowed while his eyes were still closed before they slowly opened, just enough to glimpse at you.
“Come back here”, he mumbled, grumbling a little as he stirred and shifted some more, rolling onto his side to reach out to you, caress his fingers over your arm while you tried to gulp the rest of the tears down, hoping he wouldn’t see them right away. But instead, he seemed to catch the brushed away tears from your cheeks in the faint light and your watery eyes, as his brows furrowed and he slowly propped himself onto his elbow to get a better look at you.

“Hey, you okay?”, he asked, his voice still sleepy while a shivering breath fell from your lips and you somehow tried to find the right way to answer him as he grew more restless.
”What’s wrong? Nightmare again?”, he mumbled, stroking his large hand over his face as if it could stroke the drowsiness away while you still had no idea what to say. Should you have this conversation with him now? In the middle of the night, tired and already upset?
”Sweetheart?”
Yes, you probably should. Negan wouldn’t let it rest now and maybe it was good this way. You wanted certainty, so you had to get it now.
“No, I uh…”, you mumbled, gulping as the words got stuck in your throat and you shifted uncomfortably over the sheets, watching as Negan’s brows perked up while you pushed yourself to get the question that had ghosted through your head finally out of your mouth.
“Am I enough for you?”, it finally fell from your lips, fear striking through you as soon as your voice hushed again and you weren’t sure what response to expect as Negan’s brows tightened and the muscles in his cheeks twitched.
“What?”, he asked, more confused than before as he leaned for a moment back to switch the small lamp on the nightstand on to get a better look at you as soon as he moved back and sat up on the bed,”Course you are, why-”
“I mean enough for something more than this secret thing here”, you said, moving up to sit as well, while your eyes wandered nervously from his, and your fingers began to fumble on the edge of one of the pillowcases before you forced yourself to look back at him.
“Is it really secret?”, he asked, his eyes burning into you as if he was trying to read all answers off your face. 
“It feels like it”,you said, growing more insecure even though an urge in you gladly pushed you to keep going and get those thoughts out of your system,”Outside this here we’re not acting like a-”
You’d almost said couple. Almost. Shit, you didn’t even know if you were that or if this conversation now would catapult you even farther from it.
“Like we are in here, not even close”,you switched it up quickly, your fingers still fumbling on the cloth, as you gulped thickly and still felt the pain and fear crawling through you,”It’s like I’m just your little escape for some comfort in the nights…nobody really knows of us they don’t think I’m with you, they think your wives are.”
“Baby, you know there’s nothing going on there-”
“I know, but it’s like-”, you added quickly, then stoping abruptly to sort the right words while you could feel Negan’s eyes burning into you as he shifted full of restlessness,”It’s like you could back out of this here anytime and everything would get back to business as usual for you and anybody else…and I’d just-”
“But I won’t back out”, Negan said, the tone in his voice almost pleading as his hand reached towards yours that still rested on the mattress, bringing you to look right back into his eyes.
“Then why are you keeping this so secretive? Why-”, you started, the warmth his last words had elicited still tainted by the doubt as you forced yourself to push out a question whose answer could hurt the most,”Why haven’t you left your wives yet?”
For a moment, it got silent in the room, Negan’s lips dropped a little open as he stared at you, his hand still resting on yours as he thickly gulped and let a deep breath fall from your lips, rising the tension within you up until the point that you felt like it would slowly tear you apart.
“Listen it’s not because I want a way back out of us, okay?”,he finally said, only taking the suspense off a little as he ran a hand over his stubble and squeezed your hand softly,”I thought it’s what would be easiest for you.”
What? Why should it be easier? So now, you were the one staring at him with in confusion furrowed brows, trying to figure out what he meant.
“Remember that time I wanted to cut some shifts for you? About two, three months ago?”, he asked, and though you were still confused you slowly nodded,”And I know you wanted to have those cuts so fucking bad but you said ‘no’ ‘cause you didn’t want to turn into some kinda outsider if people would think you’re getting advantages ‘cause you’re on “good” terms with the boss.”
Slowly, you started to connect the dots. You could still see yourself right at this exact spot here, curled up in his arms, exhausted and with muscles hurting from the work at the fences. He’d offered to take some shifts off your schedule, make sure you weren’t as drained of energy as you had been in these moments.
And he was right, you had wanted these cuts badly, but not badly enough to forget the glances you’d gotten once or twice before when Negan had rearranged some schedules a bit to give you some time off. Of course, they couldn’t have known for sure that this had been what had happened, but most people don’t really care if what they hear is one hundred percent true or not. Maybe you’d been a bit paranoid, but those odd glances they’d thrown at you, the way the bit of recognition you’d earned with hard work seemed to vanish with them had been enough for you to not take Negan’s offer.
And now that you thought about it, you could see where his thoughts were coming from.
“That’s why I didn’t push down on making it all official. ‘Cause fuck, people will definitely treat you different when we’re all out…thought if you don’t want the cuts you most definitely wouldn’t want us all out as well”, he said and slowly the suspense in you calmed down, replaced by some annoyance about yourself that you’d let your fears get the best of you instead of thinking further. Of course he would think that, it made sense now that you heard it, but in your head, the cuts that would only get you some more rest couldn’t compare to having him officially for yourself, something that would be worth dealing with whatever reaction would follow. You hadn’t even thought of a connection between these two things.
”I don’t need them, you say the word and I leave ‘em. But it will all change, that shit’s gonna spread like wildfire, more like those rumors already do, I just want you to know that.”
Negan’s voice was calm, genuine and his hand grasped yours a little tighter, turning it so your hand vanished fully in his while you slowly began to nod. Yeah, everything would change when you both were official. Work most definitely, the glances you’d first been intimidated by would be nothing compared to the talking behind your back and whatever else that would unleash as soon as the word would, be out but every good thing claims its sacrifices nowadays. But if you would get Negan completely, with neck and crop, without all the secret-mongering, the risk would be worth it.
“Then I’m gonna have to live with that”,you mumbled, squeezing his hand back while a small smile began to grow on your lips, pushing the last fear out of your body,”I…I want us…all the way.”
“Now if that isn’t one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard”, he chuckled, the tension falling from his face as well while a wide grin began to grow on his face ,”Then first thing I’ll do in the morning is make sure every fucker in this damn factory knows we’re the real deal.”
You nodded, feeling the warmth flowing inside you, mixing with some excitement, maybe even nervousness, but of the good kind this time before Negan moved his other hand up and caressed it over your cheek, letting it come to rest on your jaw, enough to let his fingers grasp it to make sure you kept looking straight at him.
“And don’t you ever fucking think you’re not enough for me”,he said, the tone nearly warning even though his rough voice was soothing and almost soft,”I promise, you’re enough.”
You slowly nodded again, feeling how the small smile on your lips grew a bit wider while more of the burden that had lasted on your shoulders seemed to fall off and lifted the pressure off you entirely.
“Fuck, you’re more than I could ever ask for”, Negan added, sending another warm shiver through you before he let his hand fall from your jaw and opened your arms ,”And now c’mere.”
You didn’t need a second invitation to move closer to him until you could climb between his legs and settle in his lap, feel his arms wrapping around you as you nuzzled your head into the curve of his warm neck, letting him engulf you in his scent and his warmth.
“We really talked past each other, huh?”, Negan mumbled as he leaned his head against yours, sighing thickly as he grasped you a little tighter,”Shit…never wanted you to feel like you’re not enough…feel like a fuckin’ asshole for not noticing.”
“No don’t”, you quickly shook your head, moving enough out of his neck’s crook to glance at him,”I could…no, I should have just asked you earlier…before letting some fears fuck with my head.”
“Well, I could’ve asked too…Next time you please talk to me before you’re crying in the middle of the fucking night, okay”,he said, the expression on his face serious before the corners of his lips began to twitch slightly,”That’s an order.”
“Okay, I’ll follow that one”, you chuckled, watching as his lips widened out into the grin you knew so well, the one that could still get your knees to turn into jello.
“Good”, he nodded, shifting slightly to get a better look at you,”And I’ll ask you too before thinking up some bullshit.”
You nodded back, watching as Negan’s grin mixed up with a smile before he slowly leaned in and let his lips meet yours, caressing over them while his beard softly tickled you, and a low growl rumbled up his chest and vibrated against your skin, stirring up the tingling in your stomach.
“Well shit, now I can’t wait for tomorrow”, he mumbled against your lips as soon as you parted a little, pecking yours once more in the very next moment while a small chuckle left your lips. 
“Me neither”, you mumbled, watching as Negan’s eyes lit up like the ones of an excited kid on Christmas eve, impatient to wait for the morning to unwrap their presents. Surprisingly, Negan didn’t add anything onto that and just pulled you back against him, enough for you to cuddle yourself back against his chest and to let your head rest on his shoulder while his arms wrapped you up in his embrace.
And slowly, it got silent in the room, enough to hear the wind outside that brushed against the factory windows, whose frames got adorned with snow, leaving just enough space to get a good look outside and into the darkness that was still filled with small, white dots.
“We’re gonna have a whole ass winter wonderland outside tomorrow”, Negan mumbled into your hair, nuzzling his nose against you as you softly nodded, cuddling deeper into him while you watched the snow flakes swaying down the night sky, just like you had done it before.
But differently to these moments that had been marked by sadness and fear, you now looked at them with a smile on your face, knowing too well that the wish of waking up one day and having everything figured out wouldn’t be a wish anymore.
Tomorrow, when you’d wake up in Negan’s arms, the snowflakes would have covered the world in a white coat of snow and everything would be fine, everything would be just like you dared to dream.

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“You are enough”

When we woke up
The world was figured out
Beyond the beauty we’ve dreamt about
This brilliant light is brighter than we’ve known
Without our darkness to prove it so
Still, we can’t help but to examine it
To add our question marks to periods
At the foot of our bed, we found an envelope…

“You are enough”
These little words, somehow they’re changing us
“You are enough”
So we let our shadows fall away like dust

When we grew up
Our shadows grew up too
But they’re just old ghosts
That we grow attached to
The tragic flaw is that they hide the truth

That you’re enough
I promise you’re enough
I promise you’re enough, i promise you

“You are enough”
These little words, somehow they’re changing us
“You are enough”
So we let our shadows fall away like dust
“You are enough”
These little words, somehow they’re changing us
Let it go, let it go, “you are enough”
So we let our shadows fall away like dust

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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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Cuddled up in front of the fireplace after giving the Christmas decorating a rather stormy end, Negan is more than ready to go for a round two

Winter Special! Warning: Only a bit mild smut

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The fire crackled in the chimney, casting its heat onto your bodies that were cuddled up in front of it, only covered by a fuzzy blanket and surrounded by the holiday decoration you had put up earlier.
Negan groaned quietly in satisfaction, wrapping his arms closer around you as he pulled your back closer against his bare chest that rose and fell more peacefully again after heavy breaths and moans had shook through it just a short while ago.
“Feel like in one of those cheesy ass movies”, Negan grumbled with a chuckle as he leaned down to press a kiss on your shoulder, allowing you to feel the larger grin that grew on his lips as he rose his voice again, “Or some kinda fucking porn.”
A small laugh left your lips as you nudged your elbow into his side, eliciting a low laugh to rumble through his chest and against your back. “What? If ya ask me, our performance was fucking oscar-worthy”, Negan chuckled, pressing another kiss to your skin before sitting back up to reach over to the couch table and grab his glass of whiskey.
The fancily cut glass twinkled in the light the flames were casting, letting the amber liquid shine in an even warmer tone as he lead it up to his lips and took a big gulp.
“Oh this is good”, he exhaled as soon as the smoky whiskey had travelled down his throat and the sound of the glass shifting back on the wooden table sounded softly through the room.
“Hell, but this is even fuckin’ better”, he groaned lowly as he felt you cuddling closer to him, his hands immediately running over your still heated skin, allowing his fingers to trace and tease along the parts he knew you liked best.
With a content hum you sunk a little more against him, turning your head to nuzzle it against his warm neck and place a soft kiss on the thick vein that boasted on its side, knowing too well how much of an effect it had on him.
“Fuck…”, he groaned quietly, tightening his hold on you as you continued to let your lips brush along the side of his neck, grinning to yourself as soon as you could begin to feel its effect.
“Already?”, you softly chuckled, feeling him beginning to grow hard again, pressing into your back as a low laugh rumbled through his chest.
“Don’t act so fucking innocent, know what you’re doing there”, he mumbled, groaning once more as you placed another teasing kiss on his neck and nibbled his skin softly before looking up into his warm hazel eyes as he rose his husky voice again, the smirk on his lips growing wider, “But yeah, think my elf is eager to go back to fuckin’ work again”
“Wow, thought you couldn’t have any more names for your dick”, you chuckled, tease and irony swinging through your voice as he perked his eyebrows softly up and let his lips draw into a bigger grin.
“Well, your man’s full of fucking surprises”, he grumbled, dragging his tongue along his lower lip before leaning slowly in to capture your lips, moving them with relish and a deep growl over yours. The smooth taste of the whiskey mixed with his own as he sunk deeper into the kiss, letting you wince for a moment as he let go to grumble  against your lips that already longed for another kiss,”And a damn urge to bury that dick back into your sweet, soaked-”
He cut himself off as he wrapped his arms tighter around your body, capturing your lips once more as he turned you enough to roll you onto your back and let you huddle into the fluffy carpet beneath your bodies.
His lips only let go of you as he settled himself in between your legs, hovering with a bright grin over you as he pecked your lips once more and eventually let his husky voice vibrate against your skin, “There ya go.”
You smiled softly, running your hands up his chest, caressing the black hair that peppered it and the warm skin beneath as Negan watched you with a hunger and affection filled glance. His eyes ran over your face and body as you looked from his firm frame into his face, watching the sheds of lights the flames were throwing on him dance over his skin, illuminating his eyes and letting the salt and pepper stubble that was glistening slightly in the remains of the whiskey sparkle.
You were almost about to sink into a trance, captured by his handsome features that were still able to take your breath away before the sudden jerk of his hips into yours made you flinch in pleasure and elicited a soft moan to fall from your lips as you melted beneath him.
Within seconds the grin on his lips grew wider as he was grinding himself against you, letting you truly feel how ready he was for you by now while he leaned down until his deep, low voice husked against your skin and gave you the rest before you had even begun.
“Get ready for round two, Baby…I got plans for us.”


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Summary: Negan takes the reader on a trip outside the Sanctuary that ends better than she thought

This is my entry for @ne-gans lisas5kxmaschallenge and my prompt was “sledding”! I had a lot of fun with this, and I really hope you all will enjoy this too! 

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“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me”, a deep voice rumbled through to you as the truck vibrated softly beneath you, keeping your eyes from falling shut, even though the tiredness that was stuck in your bones kept putting more weight on your lids.
You could feel Negan nudging you slightly with his prepared can of coffee, his signature grin growing all over his lips as soon as your eyes glanced at him, then to the can,”Need you here with me.”
You let out a drowsy grunt, stretching your entangled limbs that had kept you in an embryo-like position in the passenger seat beside Negan. With another small huff you grabbed the can, turned its lid just enough to open it and eventually allow the hot and wakening coffee to run down your throat, filling you for a short moment with the feeling that it could actually work.
“Why did we have to move out so early, Negan?”, you mumbled as you put the can back to the other things he had prepared for your little trip in the early morning hours away from the Sanctuary and through the winter wonderland the world had turned into over night.
When he had stood before your door just more than an hour ago, with his arms full of supplies, the sky had still been pitch black, giving you the feeling that nearly no time had passed since you had fallen into bed after work.
If it was up to you, you could have just cuddled up with him on the bed, waited until at least the sun was up and then get going but this wasn’t Negan’s plan.
His plan was laying behind your seats in the truck and it was nothing else than a damn sleigh.
The thing probably hadn’t seen the daylight since the world had gone to shit but that would most certainly change in near future, judging from the excited glance in his eyes as they ran over the new fallen but still thick layer of snow that laid over the woods.
You still had to figure out why exactly the big bad wolf wanted to go out of all things sledding with you, but you had your few guesses even though your still tired mind didn’t allow you to widen them too much.

“Baby, we had to get going ‘cause your man’s still got shit to do ‘round home, and ‘cause we go now, we got an assload of time just for us”, he explained, glancing over to you as one of his large hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, while the other one reached towards your leg, squeezing your thigh with a larger growing grin as soon as he caught the shiver his touch elicited within you.
“Besides, that’s what my mom did with me when I was a damn kid, had to go to work till late evening so she got me up at the asscrack of dawn so we could still go sledding before all the other kids had fucked up the hill with their dumbass sleds”, he said, a soft smile mixing into the grin, his eyes wandering over the road in front of him and the sky that slowly grew lighter as he served you the answer to your question why he wanted to go sledding on a sliver plate.
You smiled slightly to yourself, allowing your glance to wander over his face and catch the way the nostalgia was flooding his veins and grasping his handsome features.
For a short moment you drifted off into memories as well, caught by what had been and what still could be if the dead hadn’t begun to walk the earth.
“Dreaming?”, Negan asked after a short silence with a soft chuckle, his fingers tracing along your knee as you shook your head slightly.
“Nah…just got caught up by nostalgia”, you mumbled, before you pushed the thoughts out of your head as you glanced through the truck, grinning as other thoughts quickly replaced them “Oh and wondering you didn’t hang up some mistletoes in here too.”
“Fuck…should’ve thought about that”, he said with a throaty chuckle, pushing the steering wheel with a groan before he shook his head slightly, grinning wider as he glanced over at you.
“Ya know what I just realized?”, he asked, dragging his tongue over his lower lip with relish ,”I’ve never fucked on a sled, we could change that.”
“Mhmm sure”, you chuckled, irony swinging through your voice ,”You couldn’t even get me under a mistletoe yet so-”
“Yet”, he retorted quickly, raising his hand from your leg to point his finger demonstratively into the air,”Still got some time”
“Good luck with that”, you chuckled, feeling his hand squeezing your thigh once more as he laid it back down your leg before he nodded towards the supplies in the foot room before your seat.
“Now eat your croissant, need you to be all strong and full.”
“Sure, Mom.”
“Eat or I fill ya up with something else”, he chuckled, trying to sound firm even though the tease sounded fully through his deep voice as shook your head with a laugh and eventually reached towards the supplies and crammed out the food.
You had just stuffed the last piece of the chocolate croissant into your mouth as a deep gasp left his lips and his hand shot up to point into the white landscape before you.
“There we are!”

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Imagine for episode 4 of season 10

Summary: After Negan and the reader finally get to enjoy some of his freedom within the community, the night in which he saves Lydia from her attackers and accidentally kills Margo threatens to turn their little idyll into hell on earth.

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

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Rough fingertips ran along your spine, up and down as you cuddled your head into the soft pillow, hugging it loosely before you glimpsed at the man beside you. He grinned at you, the hazel eyes lightening up in the warm midday sun as he shifted towards you, groaning contently as soon as he moved close enough to cuddle his bare chest against the side of your back.
“Those breaks keep gettin’ better”, he mumbled, the mix of a big smile and his signature smirk palpable as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, holding you a little tighter than before.
You hummed in agreement, smiling to yourself as you leaned closer into his touch.
Yeah, those breaks really kept getting better.
Couple days had passed since the meet up with Alpha at the border and the waves of walkers had stopped soon after, and you used the breaks with Negan as much as you could since you got them back.
It was like a little break from reality, a time bubble only reserved for you and with each and every second in it at your own disposal. Sometimes you ended up just like now, a tangle of limbs underneath the sheets or slumped against each other and panting heavily in the shower. Other times you just laid curled up together on the bed, simply napping together or chatting a little here and there, enjoying the luxury of being able to get sprawled out as much as you liked on that big bed before heading down to cook.
It was heavenly, really.
“I could just keep on laying’ here all fucking day, just like that”, Negan mumbled, holding you tighter as he nuzzled his nose a little more into your skin, brushing his beard against it until a small laugh left your lips.
“Mhmm me too”, you mumbled, smiling softly as he pressed another kiss against your neck, motivating you to slowly turn around to take a look at him and damn, that was one hell of a view.
He glanced down at you, that mix of a grin and a smile growing wider, showing his dimples underneath the salt and pepper stubble as some loose black hair strands dropped into his face.
“Goddamn addictive”, he chuckled, pulling you a little closer as he leaned down  to press warm kisses onto the sensitive skin underneath your collarbones and up your neck, a wide heartfelt smile taking over the grin as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your shoulder before a content hum fell from his lips.
“Mhmm my big ol’ softie”, you teased as you wrapped your arms around him, burying one hand in his hair to caress your fingers through it as he let out a small groan.
“Softie? Try to tell that to your pussy after that fuck”, he chuckled, the tone in his voice playful as he dove back out of the curve of your neck and gave your waist a teasing squeeze, watching you squirm a little as he grinned at you.
“Oh you know what I mean”, you laughed softly, stroking your hand through his hair  as you mirrored his grin,”I love that rough and hard as nails badass side just as much.”
“Yeah, think I heard that”, he teased, cockily raising his brows as you shoved his chest with a laugh, only to flinch slightly as he reached down your body to tease his fingertips over the small marks he had left on the inside of your thighs.
“Fuck, Negan”, you mumbled, eliciting a thick chuckle to fall from his lips as he reached back up, cupping your waist before he leaned down, smoothing his body against yours until he pressed against you and let his head fall into the curve of your neck, just like before. He hummed deeply, enough to let his chest rumble against you as you hugged him back and buried your hand back into hair, running down until your could circle your fingertips over the nape of his neck. You closed your eyes, holding the big man tight as his weight pressed a little in on you and his warm breath ghosted over the side over your neck  before his deep voice sounded a little muffled through to you, “Fuckin’ heaven.”
You softly chuckled, holding him a little tighter for a while until a grumble rumbled through your stomach.
“Well shit, sounds like someone’s hungry”, he mumbled, a wide grin spreading across his face as he lifted his face up, while a roguish glance filled his eyes as he leaned a little closer in, “Well then lets get ya some of Daddy’s spaghetti.”
“Wow”, you chuckled as you gave his shoulder another small shove, only getting him to look more suggestively at you before he let out a deep chuckle and forced himself to sit up.
“C’mon, we gotta get up or you can bet that sweet ass of yours that I won’t let you get outta that bed so fast again.”

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Imagine for episode 4 of season 10

Summary: After Negan and the reader finally get to enjoy some of his freedom within the community, the night in which he saves Lydia from her attackers and accidentally kills Margo threatens to turn their little idyll into hell on earth.

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

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Rough fingertips ran along your spine, up and down as you cuddled your head into the soft pillow, hugging it loosely before you glimpsed at the man beside you. He grinned at you, the hazel eyes lightening up in the warm midday sun as he shifted towards you, groaning contently as soon as he moved close enough to cuddle his bare chest against the side of your back.
“Those breaks keep gettin’ better”, he mumbled, the mix of a big smile and his signature smirk palpable as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, holding you a little tighter than before.
You hummed in agreement, smiling to yourself as you leaned closer into his touch.
Yeah, those breaks really kept getting better.
Couple days had passed since the meet up with Alpha at the border and the waves of walkers had stopped soon after, and you used the breaks with Negan as much as you could since you got them back.
It was like a little break from reality, a time bubble only reserved for you and with each and every second in it at your own disposal. Sometimes you ended up just like now, a tangle of limbs underneath the sheets or slumped against each other and panting heavily in the shower. Other times you just laid curled up together on the bed, simply napping together or chatting a little here and there, enjoying the luxury of being able to get sprawled out as much as you liked on that big bed before heading down to cook.
It was heavenly, really.
“I could just keep on laying’ here all fucking day, just like that”, Negan mumbled, holding you tighter as he nuzzled his nose a little more into your skin, brushing his beard against it until a small laugh left your lips.
“Mhmm me too”, you mumbled, smiling softly as he pressed another kiss against your neck, motivating you to slowly turn around to take a look at him and damn, that was one hell of a view.
He glanced down at you, that mix of a grin and a smile growing wider, showing his dimples underneath the salt and pepper stubble as some loose black hair strands dropped into his face.
“Goddamn addictive”, he chuckled, pulling you a little closer as he leaned down  to press warm kisses onto the sensitive skin underneath your collarbones and up your neck, a wide heartfelt smile taking over the grin as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your shoulder before a content hum fell from his lips.
“Mhmm my big ol’ softie”, you teased as you wrapped your arms around him, burying one hand in his hair to caress your fingers through it as he let out a small groan.
“Softie? Try to tell that to your pussy after that fuck”, he chuckled, the tone in his voice playful as he dove back out of the curve of your neck and gave your waist a teasing squeeze, watching you squirm a little as he grinned at you.
“Oh you know what I mean”, you laughed softly, stroking your hand through his hair  as you mirrored his grin,”I love that rough and hard as nails badass side just as much.”
“Yeah, think I heard that”, he teased, cockily raising his brows as you shoved his chest with a laugh, only to flinch slightly as he reached down your body to tease his fingertips over the small marks he had left on the inside of your thighs.
“Fuck, Negan”, you mumbled, eliciting a thick chuckle to fall from his lips as he reached back up, cupping your waist before he leaned down, smoothing his body against yours until he pressed against you and let his head fall into the curve of your neck, just like before. He hummed deeply, enough to let his chest rumble against you as you hugged him back and buried your hand back into hair, running down until your could circle your fingertips over the nape of his neck. You closed your eyes, holding the big man tight as his weight pressed a little in on you and his warm breath ghosted over the side over your neck  before his deep voice sounded a little muffled through to you, “Fuckin’ heaven.”
You softly chuckled, holding him a little tighter for a while until a grumble rumbled through your stomach.
“Well shit, sounds like someone’s hungry”, he mumbled, a wide grin spreading across his face as he lifted his face up, while a roguish glance filled his eyes as he leaned a little closer in, “Well then lets get ya some of Daddy’s spaghetti.”
“Wow”, you chuckled as you gave his shoulder another small shove, only getting him to look more suggestively at you before he let out a deep chuckle and forced himself to sit up.
“C’mon, we gotta get up or you can bet that sweet ass of yours that I won’t let you get outta that bed so fast again.”

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thewalkingdead-imagines:

Imagine for episode 4 of season 10

Summary: After Negan and the reader finally get to enjoy some of his freedom within the community, the night in which he saves Lydia from her attackers and accidentally kills Margo threatens to turn their little idyll into hell on earth.

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

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Rough fingertips ran along your spine, up and down as you cuddled your head into the soft pillow, hugging it loosely before you glimpsed at the man beside you. He grinned at you, the hazel eyes lightening up in the warm midday sun as he shifted towards you, groaning contently as soon as he moved close enough to cuddle his bare chest against the side of your back.
“Those breaks keep gettin’ better”, he mumbled, the mix of a big smile and his signature smirk palpable as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, holding you a little tighter than before.
You hummed in agreement, smiling to yourself as you leaned closer into his touch.
Yeah, those breaks really kept getting better.
Couple days had passed since the meet up with Alpha at the border and the waves of walkers had stopped soon after, and you used the breaks with Negan as much as you could since you got them back.
It was like a little break from reality, a time bubble only reserved for you and with each and every second in it at your own disposal. Sometimes you ended up just like now, a tangle of limbs underneath the sheets or slumped against each other and panting heavily in the shower. Other times you just laid curled up together on the bed, simply napping together or chatting a little here and there, enjoying the luxury of being able to get sprawled out as much as you liked on that big bed before heading down to cook.
It was heavenly, really.
“I could just keep on laying’ here all fucking day, just like that”, Negan mumbled, holding you tighter as he nuzzled his nose a little more into your skin, brushing his beard against it until a small laugh left your lips.
“Mhmm me too”, you mumbled, smiling softly as he pressed another kiss against your neck, motivating you to slowly turn around to take a look at him and damn, that was one hell of a view.
He glanced down at you, that mix of a grin and a smile growing wider, showing his dimples underneath the salt and pepper stubble as some loose black hair strands dropped into his face.
“Goddamn addictive”, he chuckled, pulling you a little closer as he leaned down  to press warm kisses onto the sensitive skin underneath your collarbones and up your neck, a wide heartfelt smile taking over the grin as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your shoulder before a content hum fell from his lips.
“Mhmm my big ol’ softie”, you teased as you wrapped your arms around him, burying one hand in his hair to caress your fingers through it as he let out a small groan.
“Softie? Try to tell that to your pussy after that fuck”, he chuckled, the tone in his voice playful as he dove back out of the curve of your neck and gave your waist a teasing squeeze, watching you squirm a little as he grinned at you.
“Oh you know what I mean”, you laughed softly, stroking your hand through his hair  as you mirrored his grin,”I love that rough and hard as nails badass side just as much.”
“Yeah, think I heard that”, he teased, cockily raising his brows as you shoved his chest with a laugh, only to flinch slightly as he reached down your body to tease his fingertips over the small marks he had left on the inside of your thighs.
“Fuck, Negan”, you mumbled, eliciting a thick chuckle to fall from his lips as he reached back up, cupping your waist before he leaned down, smoothing his body against yours until he pressed against you and let his head fall into the curve of your neck, just like before. He hummed deeply, enough to let his chest rumble against you as you hugged him back and buried your hand back into hair, running down until your could circle your fingertips over the nape of his neck. You closed your eyes, holding the big man tight as his weight pressed a little in on you and his warm breath ghosted over the side over your neck  before his deep voice sounded a little muffled through to you, “Fuckin’ heaven.”
You softly chuckled, holding him a little tighter for a while until a grumble rumbled through your stomach.
“Well shit, sounds like someone’s hungry”, he mumbled, a wide grin spreading across his face as he lifted his face up, while a roguish glance filled his eyes as he leaned a little closer in, “Well then lets get ya some of Daddy’s spaghetti.”
“Wow”, you chuckled as you gave his shoulder another small shove, only getting him to look more suggestively at you before he let out a deep chuckle and forced himself to sit up.
“C’mon, we gotta get up or you can bet that sweet ass of yours that I won’t let you get outta that bed so fast again.”

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