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Prompt 41:“I’m pregnant”
Christmas Special!

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The Christmas lights of the tree were letting a soft light stream through the room as you were placing your present for Negan beneath the thick branches.
Your glance fell for a short moment onto the gift box that was filled with a bottle of his favorite Scotch and the pair of leather gloves you had found on a run for him, since his old ones were already torn up and the damaged seams on their sides seemed pretty much irreparable.
And judging from the softness of the black leather that should perfectly fit his hands, they had probably costed a big bunch of money before all of this.
But the gloves weren’t the only thing you had for him.
The thing that was way more important was the small sonogram picture that showed everything Negan and you had wished for.

You both had tried for a good while, had already held a bunch of negative pregnancy tests in your hands so till you took the latest one, you had waited.
You had just wanted to be sure, keep yourself and Negan from experiencing another disappointment and keep yourself from having to see the sad look in his eyes when he stared at the single line on the test.
So when you had taken the last one, you hadn’t just been pretty late, something had already felt different as well.
You hadn’t known what it exactly was but in the end this feeling had been right.
You were pregnant.

So now you were holding the small black and white picture in your hand, ready to place it in the small gift box.
The original reason why you had let Carson perform the ultrasound scan on you had simply been that you wanted to be completely sure before telling Negan but now, with Christmas right around the corner this scan had given you another great opportunity.
A warm feeling spread through your body as your hand rested on your belly and your glance wandered over the sonogram picture.
Even though all that could be discerned on the picture so far was a small, light, elongated spot in-between the dark circle, your heart began to pump like crazy while a giant smile painted on your lips every single time your glance brushed over the picture’s surface.
That was your baby.

Lowering the lid of the box, you slowly saw the picture vanishing beneath it before your fingers began to lace a bowtie around the small edges just as the thud of the heavy wooden door let you flinch up.
“Oh shit, did I just catch someone fucking red-handed?”, Negan asked with a throaty chuckle as you turned around to him, hiding the box behind your back.
“I did”, Negan stated with another laugh as he saw the way you stared at him.
Widely grinning he walked closer, before he leaned to the side to catch the small box behind your back
“Now what do we have there?”, Negan asked as he raised his brows curiously.
“It’s-uh-just a little extra”, you mumbled as Negan stepped closer until not more than an inch fit between the both of you.
“Well, when It’s just a little extra I’m damn sure you could give me a hint what the hell you got in there”, he mumbled with a big grin while his tongue slid slowly over his lower lip.
“No”, you said, a small grin planting on your lips as well as you tried to relax.
“Let me at least guess”, he said as he bit his lips and placed one of his large hands on your waist.
“Uh-uh”, you muttered, shaking your head with another small grin while Negan groaned theatrically.
“Come on”, he pleading urged with a laugh as you shook your head again.
A sigh left Negan’s lips before the grin on them grew wider as he leaned in.
Before you could do anything else his hands kept a firm grab on your waist as his lips began to tease over the sensitive flesh of your neck.
“No, that’s not fair”, you groaned with a laugh in protest, as Negan’s lips placed more kisses over your neck while one of your hands placed on his chest, trying to push him softly away.
“Oh I know”, he mumbled against your skin as he pulled you closer, before a small huff left your lips.
“Alright, then go on. Three tries, not more”, you muttered, knowing too well that he wouldn’t ever guess what you were hiding.
Negan backed away from you as he eyed the small size of the box and bit his lip once again.
“Alright, first one…you got some hot-ass panties in there which you are gonna put on for me tonight”, he guessed as one of his hands pointed teasingly up to you while the smirk on his lips grew wider.
“No”, you said, watching the smirk on his face fade.
“Some-”, he began before a knock on the door distracted him.
“Simon, I said no fucking interruptions anymore”, Negan scoffed as you saw the door opening.
“The men got the shit to the kitchen you wanted to have, just wanted to let you know”, Simon said with a huff as he leaned against the door before he scratched the back of his head.
“Well, everything except for the bread”, he said as he grimaced while you already heard Negan letting out a deep scoff.
“Can’t those fuckers get some shit right for fucking once?”, Negan rhetorically asked with a huff before he let the palm of his hand run over his stubble and looked back to Simon.
“Either way, I’ll handle that…go on ahead”, Negan said scoffing and with a quick finger movement that let Simon close the door again.
“Alright gotta get shit done but after that, no single fucker’s gonna disturb us anymore”, Negan said with a grin before he leaned in to peck your lips.
“Only good thing is that this crap’s gonna keep me from thinking about that fucking extra gift…you sure that there are no cute-ass panties inside?”, he teased mumbling against your lips before you shoved his chest with a laugh.
“Very sure”, you said with another chuckle before you felt his warm lips placing on yours again and the urge to finally tell him that you were about to be parents just grew with every single second, even after Negan let go of you and made his way to prepare your dinner.

“Fuck, this is good”, Negan groaned delightfully as he shoved another spoon of the chocolate mousse you both had for dessert in his mouth.
The basket with the bread that had been completely filled was already looking blanker and your both plates that had been filled with a bunch of delicious foods were empty by now and while all that had changed over the evening, the one thing had stayed the same.
The small box laid still at the same spot on your lap and just waited for the right moment.
Your fingers were nervously running over the box’s edges as you watched how Negan set the now empty small bowl down and wiped the chocolate mousse with his finger quickly from his beard stubble.
You gulped, knowing that you couldn’t wait much longer anymore before you gave yourself a push, grabbed the box and laid it on the table.
Negan’s brows raised curiously but before he could say a thing you opened your mouth.
“So…uhm…‘cause it’s my extra gift I thought I could already give it to you”, you said with a small smile as you slowly shoved the small box over to him,
“So I finally get to see what the hell you hid in there? Now that’s a damn fucking honor”, he chuckled as he dramatically placed a hand on his chest.
“That shit’s been tickling my balls the whole damn day”, he added with another chuckle as he grabbed the small box.
You gulped nervously but with a smile across your face as you watched him unknotting the red bowtie.
A big amused smirk was still laying on his lips while your heart pumped heavily and your breath stopped for short moment as he lifted the lid and revealed the sonogram picture.
His brows puckered for a moment and the smirk changed before his mouth dropped slightly open as he slowly seemed to get what this picture meant.
I’m pregnant”, you spelled it out to give his mind the last push before he  turned even more big-eyed as he looked up to you.
“You’re gonna be a Dad”, you mumbled with a big smile as the happiness over-toned the astonishment on Negan’s face.
“Holy-”, he began but stopped, still somehow not believing what was happening right there as he stood up, still taken aback before he stumbled over to you.
You had just lifted yourself from your seat as you felt Negan’s strong arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you as close as they could against his chest, before you felt one of his hands burying into your hair, keeping your head deeply in the curve of his neck.
His chest was rising and falling at a fast pace, just as his breath that repeatedly hit your skin while you could swear to be able to feel the intense way his heart was pounding against his chest.

For moments you stayed just like that before Negan’s arms slightly loosened as he backed away, some tears of joy watering his eyes as his lips seemed to form into a wider smile with every second.
“We’re…fuck, we’re gonna have a baby”, he mumbled happily but still astonished as you nodded with a wide smile.
Leaning back in, one of his hands cupped the back of your neck and pulled you into a deep, longing kiss while his other slowly and carefully began to place on your belly.
First you felt just his fingers, then his warm palm before his thumb began to slowly stroke in small circles over your stomach.
Slowly, more and more warmth streamed through your body before his lips let go of yours and his still with joy filled glance wandered from your face to the place where his hand rested.
Your palms were still resting on his chest as he dropped on your chair, your hands wandering to his shoulders and neck as his hands placed on your hips.
Carefully, he reached out to pull your top a bit up, his glance still focused on your belly as he pulled you closer, wrapped his arms around your hips and leaned his head against your stomach.
His beard stubble tickled your skin as he let out a content sigh, the big smile that was just as bright as yours was still planted all over his face as he turned his head to place a kiss on your belly.
“Hey kiddo, here’s Daddy”, Negan murmured against your skin with a small, happy chuckle while your hand ran slowly through his dark hair and caressed his neck.
His nose nestled back against your skin with a content hum, the smile that was formed on his lips began to be clearly palpable against your belly while his warm breath hit your skin repeatedly. 

So if you wanted to say it with Negan’s words, the ones he seemed to have mostly lost to the joy that was filling him up right now, you both were right in these moments the most happiest fuckers this motherfucking asshole of a world had to offer.


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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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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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Summary: After some stressful weeks for the reader, Negan decides to surprise his girl with a well deserved day at the beach

This is my entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​ Negan’s warm weather writing challenge. Sorry for the short delay and thank you so much for hosting, I had a lot of fun with this! Probably obvious but my prompt was “a day at the beach”, hope y’all like it!!


Warning: Very mild smut

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“Can’t you at least give me a hint?”, you asked as you shifted over the passenger seat of Negan’s car that zoomed beneath you for at least one or two hours now, jerking here and there whenever it drove over a bump or hit a road hole.
“Nope”, his raspy voice responded almost instantly and you could only surmise, not see the the grin on his lips as his red scarf that covered your eyes held you back from seeing anything else than a red shadow.
“Well, then at least let me take that blindfold for a while off, it’s getting itchy…and it looks like you’re kidnapping me”, you grumbled with a soft chuckle that got immediately cut through by a shout of the man by your side.
“No! Baby, you’re not wearing that for nothin’…you’ll see where I take ya, earlier or later”, he said, followed by the sensation of his hand that placed on your thigh, squeezing it lightly but teasingly as you shifted with a sigh once more over your seat, trying to guess where the hell he was taking you.
“Don’t pout, my surprises are always great, y’know that”, he chuckled as his large hand gave your leg another squeeze, “You’ll thank me for it as soon as we’re there.”
“Which would be when?”, you asked, giving it yet another try as Negan’s deep chuckle echoed once more through the car.
“Nice try, Sweetheart, nice fuckin’ try.”

Negan stayed this inscrutable for the next while, no details, no telling you how long the rest of the drive would take, so your only source of info was the radio that announced the time here and there between some songs.
And it was your way of figuring out that about another hour had passed until the car finally slowed down and came to a stop.
“Please tell me we’re there and you don’t just have to take a whiz”, you half chuckled, half groaned, waiting for a few moments in silence before the clicking of the opening car door echoed through the air.
”Keep the scarf on, Sweetheart. I’m comin’ over”, he just replied, leaving you in the dark for another moment as the car door on his side shut but instead, yours opened a few moments later.
”Can I-”
”Nope, nope. Just a little more, just lemme lead you”, Negan grumbled the moment his hand reached out for your shoulder to slowly lead you out of the car and get you to your feet to walk a few steps, while your other senses were already taking in your surroundings.
Wind brushed over your face, allowing a salty breeze to rise up your nose while the sound of mewing seagulls and waves hitting the shore sounded through to you and messed with your head.
“Negan, we’re not really at the sea, are we?”, you mumbled, still too befuddled and overwhelmed by the influences around you to grasp a clear thought.
“Well, let’s take a look, huh?”, you heard his raspy voice chuckle before you could sense his fingers reaching up to untangle the knot at the back of your head, allowing the scarf to loosen up until it slowly slid off your face and gave you the answer to your question.
You were standing on a dune, a long beach stretched out beneath it, home to some scattered people that were walking here and there over the sand. Beyond the beach laid the sea where small waves were rolling over the surface, carrying small white crowns until they broke against the shore and stretched out over the sand, right until they retreated again or crashed against the breakwaters that were reaching out of the water.
You were actually at the sea, at your favorite beach, the place where you had wished to flee to with Negan whenever the stress of the last weeks had reached their highs.
And now that you were actually back, you couldn’t quiet realize it yet.

“Know you always wanted to come here again…and you were so fuckin’ stressed out lately, so I wanted to give ya some release”, you could hear him say while your glance was still fixed on the sea so only the corners of your eyes caught him walking up beside you,”Thought taking you here would do a little more than just a good long fuck.”
”Holy shit”, you just brought out, for the first time severing your glance from the waves and its small white crowns to look up at the grinning man by your side,“I really don’t know what to say, I-”
“Oh and this is not all, take a look into the car”, he chuckled, the grin even wider than before as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and nodded over to the vehicle.
It took just a few steps for you to reach its side, close enough to peak through the window in the very moment Negan rose his voice again.
“Packed food, that great ass bikini of yours too and most importantly a fuckin’ mattress in the back…literally”, Negan said as you ran your eyes over the car’s inside. The seats in the back were folded up and covered with a thin mattress that was home to a few bags, pillows, blankets; basically anything you needed for a day and night at the beach.
It was perfect.
“Oh my…I can’t believe you did all this…”, you only brought out, still staring through the window while you could feel Negan’s arm wrapping around you, pulling you closer to his side.
“Told ya I’m great at surprises.”
”Yeah, gotta give that to you”, you chuckled, for the first time peeling your eyes from what he’d prepared to glance with a smile at him, “Thank you.”
The grin on his lips mixed with a smile as well as he pulled you closer towards him, settling you against his chest before leaning in to give your lips a quick kiss.
”Anytime”, he mumbled against your lips before a chuckle rumbled through his chest,”And I mean, I come off really fuckin’ well too.”
”Yeah, sure”, you laughed as Negan backed a little away, “But don’t undermine your effort…this is great, I love it. And I haven’t even fully realized this yet.”
”Well, then let’s go change that.”

A word and a blow.
Only minutes later you had peeled yourself off your shoes and made your way down the small path that was leading down the dunes, just to finally grasp with all of your senses that you were at the sea and take in every little bit that confirmed it.
The sand that touched your feet the moment you stepped into it, the little trickling yet cushioning feeling against your skin that first made you realize that this all was actually happening and wasn’t just a dream you would wake up from as soon as the alarm clock would ring and rip you out of your sleep.
The sun that warmed your skin, not hot though, but just the right amount to give you a pleasant feeling as its rays danced over your skin.
The wind that brushed along your body, stroking loose strands of your loosely tied up hair back and whirled around you with the kind of roughness you could only feel right at the sea.
Negan’s large hand that had moved from your hip to your hand by now, grasping and enclosing it as you made your way further down the beach.
And then finally, the feeling of the cold wet touching you as the tips of the waves that met the shore stretched themselves over the sand up to you, touching your toes first before you stepped a little in and let the cold wet surround your feet.
”Realized it now?”, Negan’s voice asked from beside you, as you closed your eyes for a moment, smiling happily while the arriving and retreating waves caressed around your ankles.
”Yeah, think I’m slowly getting it”, you mumbled, allowing your eyes to flutter open to glance at the in sunlight glistening sea.
”Slowly? Uhh can’t have that”, you heard him grumble as he made a few steps through the water, “Think we gotta wake you up, huh?”
Knowing Negan, the alarm signs in your head were beginning to turn red by these words but just in the very moment your glance shot to your side, you found him crouching a little, with his large hand in the water before it shot up and splashed it towards you.
“Stop! Oh you asshole!”, you laughed, jumping back as soon as more salty drops soaked into your clothes and the grin on Negan’s lips grew wider as he watched you amusedly.
”No damn way”, he laughed, shoving his palm back into the water to scoop it up and toss it into your direction, with enough power to let another army of drops land on your shorts and the bare skin of your legs.
”Hmm, you get that back”, you chuckled as you swung your leg a little back before rushing it back forward and through the water with as much force as you could bring up, creating a wave that got spilt into thousands of drops as soon as your foot kicked out of the water.
Within milliseconds they rushed towards Negan, splattering across his white shirt as he jumped back to not give the drops more attack surface. Laughing you watched him tumbling backwards and definitely not landing as safely as intended back on his feet, but instead on his butt as he lost balance and fell right into the water.
”Fuck!”
”Shit, are you okay?”, you asked, even though you couldn’t keep another laugh from erupting your body as you watched him shifting on the sand that had cushioned his fall.
“Yeah, but my ass is fucking wet”, he groaned, even though the serious expression got quickly replaced by his signature grin as he glanced up at you ,”Not as wet as your pussy last night though.”
“Oh god”,you laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully before you felt him rushing his hand up to grasp your wrist, and before you knew, you felt yourself falling into the cold too, landing butt first in the water next to him.
“Fuck, Negan!”, you called out in surprise, only to sense milliseconds later how your body sunk a few inches deep into the water and let it soak into your clothes.
“Don’t worry, got some spare shit in the car”, he chuckled, grinning wolfishly at you before he splashed some more water at you and let out a thick chuckle,”Either way, think that’s our sign…let’s get you in that hot ass bikini!”

With one of the bags carried out of the car, a towel spread over the sand and Negan already slipped in his swim trunks you were crouching on the ground and leaned over the bag, peeling out the bikini from underneath the spare clothes, a pack of sunscreen and whatever else he could fit into its inside.
“There you are”, you grumbled as soon as you held both of the pieces in your hand just before you glanced up and wondered how much you’d have to throw your back out underneath some other towel in order to get that bikini on without giving the scatteredly walking people around you an involuntary strip show.
“Come here. Gonna shield ya”, he chuckled, ripping you out of your thought process as he grabbed one of the large towels out of the bag, shaking it a little to spread it out before he held it out for you to slip into the small fort he had built for you.
As soon as he had closed the towel around you, you stroked the wet clothes off your body, trying your best to not lose balance as you pulled your pants off your legs before you peaked over the edge of the towel.
“Don’t worry, no ones seeing you except for me”, Negan lowly chuckled as he glanced at your bare body, biting his lip with relish before he let out a small groan ,”And fuck…that’s one damn sight”
Shaking your head with a small laugh you felt some heat rushing into your cheeks, filling them up with a soft blush as you began to pull your bikini step by step over your body.
“You sure I can’t take you right here?”, Negan mumbled as you glanced up at him, watching as he flashed his pearly whites and grinned widely at you.
“Pretty sure”, you chuckled as you pulled your bikini’s panties over and finished your transformation right as you felt Negan dropping the towel around your shoulders to wrap his arms around you and pull you against his warm chest.
“Now that’s too damn bad”, he grumbled into your hair as you snuggled your own body against his and hummed in approvement just before his voice rumbled through to you again.
“Mhmm you ready?”, he asked, pressing a kiss to your temple before you moved a little back and glanced at him with a soft smile, “Yeah.”

“Gotta do it like rippin’ a bandaid off”, Negan said only moments later as the cold water brushed against your feet and foreshadowed the coolness that would await you as soon as you would sink your bodies into it.
“What?”, you asked, as your attention shifted from the water to him, just in the very moment as you caught him taking a run up before he sprinted into the water. Water drops flew through the air as he broke the waves, landing cooly on your skin as you heard his booming voice echoing through to you,”Fuckin’ fast and without stopping!”
He was hip deep in the water when you first heard a curse falling from his lips, then another, before it transformed into a whole bunch as soon as he sunk his upper body into the waves and began to swim a little further just to finally dive head first into the cold. You followed him step by step, even though you could tell the moment he resurfaced that part of him regretted acting so bold.
If this was a movie, oh he’d emerge gracefully from the sea. He’d brush his wet hair back with ease, would grin with a toothpaste smile at you as soon as he’d leave the water and would  probably wink at you as if butter could’t melt in his mouth.
But instead, in your reality, things looked a little different.
The water had brushed all his hair forward into his face, his eyes were squeezed tight to protect it from the salty water that was still dropping down his face, his brows were tightly puckered and his lips were twisted in what almost seemed like confusion.
In your eyes, Negan surely was the most handsome man walking on earth but he was just a human too, and that was showing right in this moment.
A thick laugh was falling from your lips as you watched him, catching how he now ran his hands over his face, stroked his hair back and finally opened his eyes.
“What are you laughing ‘bout? Come in!”
“I am!” you called back as you made your way deeper into the water, “I’m just not that fast ‘cause it’s fucking cold.”
“Oh I know, it’s dick shrinking cold…doesn’t change shit though”, he grinned back stepping a little deeper until the water was reaching his chest before lookin back at you,”Now get your sweet ass over here, I’ll warm ya up.”
“Yeah, I’m on my way”, you laughed again, stomping deeper until the water’s depth made it harder to walk.

“Oh fuck…Oh fuck!”, you brought out as you finally sunk your body into the
water and began to swim, feeling how the cold was enclosing you and pushed another shudder through your body.
Only a couple stroke later you reached Negan, whose arms wrapped around you in the matter of seconds to pull you against his warm but slightly shivering body.
“You’re freezing too”, you chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned at him.
“I did freeze but not anymore”, Negan grumbled, flashing his pearly whites as a thick chuckle rumbled through his chest ,”You’re just too damn hot…now wrap those legs ‘round me.”
Shaking your head with a soft laugh you pushed yourself a little off the sandy ground beneath your feet and wrapped your legs around his hips, tight enough to melt your body against his in the water that rocked the both of you a little back and forth.
“Oh I like this”, you could hear him mumble as he let his head sink into the curve of your neck and let his wet lips caress over its side while his rough beard stubble chafed softly over the sensitive skin.
Humming contently you stayed huddled to him, relishing in his touch and the feeling of the rocking waves until he dove out of the curve of your neck and glanced at you with his schoolboy grin.
You weren’t gonna lie, you could look all day at him, just like right now. The pushed back, dark and wet hair that was shimmering in the sunlight, the drops that ran down his face just to get caught up in his salt and pepper beard, the hazel eyes that got enlightened by the sun and made them shine in an even warmer tone. God, he was one sight for sore eyes.
“Hmm?”, he suddenly grumbled, raising his brows while his lips quirked up into a small smirk as you ran your hand through his dark locks and got torn out of your little trance.
“You just always look real sexy with that wet hair”, you mumbled, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck while the smirk that had been small was now forming into a large, cocky one.
“Huh…”, Negan just lowly grumbled, biting his lip as his eyes scanned over your face and one of his large hands ran down to give your ass a teasing squeeze.
”What, no comment?”, you asked with a laugh, flinching a little by the sensation of his hands while you watched the cocky grin growing only wider.
“Nah, just enjoying that damn look on your face. You’re probably wetter than the sea, aren’t ya?”
”And here we go”, you laughed, still playing with his hair as he let his tongue sneak over his lower lip and let his glance burn into you.
”Wasn’t the answer to my question”, he grumbled just before he narrowed his glance and gripped you tighter as he watched your reaction, answering the question himself ,”Fuck yes, you are…damn, the effect I got on you…”
”Don’t get too cocky”, you warned with a laugh as you wrapped your arms closer around his neck, to shift your hips closer against his, immediately feeling the growing bulge that was hidden underneath his swim trunks,”’Cause you don’t seem too unaffected, too.”
”Now that’s no fuckin’ wonder, isn’t it?”, Negan grumbled back, biting his lip as his hands gave your ass another tight squeeze and pushed you closer against his body. Humming in approval you leaned against him, dropping your head to rest it against his shoulder and press kisses to his cooled skin.
”You’re trying to warm me up now?”, he grumbled as he let his head sink lower as well, up until he could nuzzle his nose against your neck.
”Hmm maybe”, you mumbled back, your lips forming into a small grin against his skin. Holding onto him you stayed huddled to his body, with the waves brushing against your back while you moved your head a little to watch some people walking down the beach and the sea gulls landing on the breakwaters to watch out for their next snacks.
Just as Negan dropped his head a little lower and pressed his lips to your shoulder, you could feel the wind lashing the waves a little higher, one by one that crashed into the breakwaters. The little disturbances were palpable in the water too, the waves brushed a little more against your skin and let the cold wet  whirl around you, in between your bodies, enough to make you move a little into the water and away from Negan’s warm body.
“Oh, so that’s what were doing now?”, he chuckled, as the waves began to carry you a little back and made him push himself off the ground to swim a little towards you and get you deeper into his arms once more.
“That wasn’t me, think the waves are deciding for us”, you chuckled as you watched Negan shifting and leaning with his back into the waves, taking you with him as he settled you against his broad chest and let the water carry you both.
“Fucking cockblockers….well, then we gotta go along with it, huh?”, he mumbled, kicking his legs a little to keep the two of you floating.
“Yeah”, you responded, feeling how the waves brushed with a little more force against you, just as Negan laid his head a little more into the water and closed his eyes, relishing in your touch.
You glanced at him for another moment, caressing your fingertips over his sides to watch the corners of his lips quirk up a little before your eyes wandered over the beach once more to take in the peaceful scenery.
You were just about to let your glance drift back to Negan as you suddenly felt a little higher wave crushing into your side, mixing within milliseconds with Negan’s booming voice.
”Shit!”, he called out, shooting your glance back at as you saw the wave washing over his face.
“Oh fuck! Tastes like a fuckin’ sweaty ballsa-”, he growled, stopping as he coughed and raised himself out of the water to avoid another encounter with the waves.
“Shit, are you okay?”, you asked, watching as his face grimaced and his lips pursed in disgust in response to the saltiness of the water even though he nevertheless nodded heavily.
“No, no you’re not”, you said, not able to suppress a laugh as he coughed thickly once more,“C’mon let’s go out, you have to drink something”.
“I don-”, he choked out, stopping himself as he grimaced again, and ran his hand over his mouth as if it would magically let the saltiness disappear.
“You do, big man. You do.”

It only took two big gulps of water to give Negan his booming voice and get him back to his feet. You stayed at the shallow water after that though, walking side by side through the smaller waves that broke against your legs while you walked further down the beach and watched the sun making its journey over the sky. You could feel the last ounce of stress that was lingering in your body being washed out by the sea, by the atmosphere that had always surrounded this place and turned it into something that made it seem like it was cut off everything, a place where responsibilities and suspense were nonexistent.

Hours passed until you finally jumped underneath the provisory showers at the beach and let the cumbersome pelting water wash the salty sea water off your bodies that had left a small tension by now on your skin. And as the evening then approached, you slipped into the spare clothes Negan had back at the car.   Even though he had grabbed some of your stuff from home too, you ended up stealing some of his, just a white shirt and some sweatpants that didn’t only smell like him and were as comfy as always, they were also keeping the cooler becoming air from sneaking up your body.

So when the sun was on its way to sink into the horizon and melt into the sea, you found yourself sitting on one of the tree trunks that surrounded a fireplace, watching the sky turning into a bright variety of colors while the last sun-rays created glowing crowns onto the edges of the clouds. It looked like a painting, truly beautiful and barely describable with words.
Negan was right by your side, kneeling though as he worked on turning the small flame that lingered within the stacked wood into a proper campfire.
“Fuck yes, think its workin!”, he called out as soon as one small flame shot a little up and captured the next piece of wood, starting a knock on effect on all the other pieces.
“Baby, you’ll take a look in the coolin’ bag? Got some food in there, just grab the biggest two containers for now”, he added as he watched the flames, still a little cautious as they still spread out surely yet slowly. You did as he asked, shifting closer to one of the three bags he’d brought out of the car earlier, and grabbed the smallest one of them.
Quickly you took the two largest along with some cutlery out and zipped the bag shut again before raising one a little to glance through the see-through part of the tuppers.
“You didn’t really pack spaghetti in those”, you said with a thick chuckle as you caught the red sauce lingering in the inside, before lowering the container again to look at a grinning Negan who shrugged his shoulders as he finally settled next to you on the trunk.
“What? Best meal I can make. Tastes fuckin’ good even cold”, he laughed, taking one of the containers before nodding towards the bags, “And after that, I got all we need for some kick-ass s’mores!…Oh and if you look in that big bag, our best friends, whiskey and white wine are just waiting for us.”
“Shit…you really thought of everything”, you mumbled as you glanced at him, watching the proud smirk grow a little bigger before he laughed thickly and nodded towards the container in your lap.
“Hell yes, I did. Now get those spaghetti in your pretty mouth or I’ll stuff it with somethin’ else.”

Negan sure was right about the spaghetti too, they still tasted delicious cold and you relished on the fruity and hearty sauce whenever another fork full of noodles met your mouth. The sun was already gone as the wine and whiskey took their place, along with graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows that were slowly turning gold brown in the flickering flames of the fire.
“Allright, think this one’s ready”, Negan mumbled as he turned the stick between his fingers, rolling the marshmallow once more through the heat before slowly leading it towards him to drop it onto one of the crackers.
“Fuck, think this one’s gonna give my gum a fuckin’ orgasm”, he said with a bright grin as he placed the thin plate of chocolate onto the soft marshmallow, only to finish it off with another cracker as he licked his lips hungrily.
Your eyes were still glued on him as an almost childlike joy overtook his face and enflamed even brighter as soon as he opened his lips wide and shoved the treat into his mouth.
“What are you grinnin’ about?”, he grumbled, still chewing as he nodded towards you while you shook your head with a soft chuckle.
“Nothing, just sweet how happy you look”, you laughed softly before you watched him licking the remaining melted chocolate and marshmallow off his fingers.
“Hmm look at your own marshmallow, that fucker’s about to say bye bye”, he chuckled deeply before your glance shot back to your stick, watching as your gold brown marshmallow was slowly melting off the wood, threatening to become one with the flames.
“Oh crap”, you called out rushing the stick back out of the fire, just in time to drop it onto the cracker Negan held out to you.
“Got ya”, he said as you stroked the marshmallow onto the cookie and quickly turned it into a s’more before it could melt any further.
The melting chocolate was already beginning to daub your fingers as you took your first bite, feeling how the marshmallow squeezed out of the cracker and spilled all around your lips, dripping to your chin to form a bigger mess.
“Shit, it’s everywhere”, you cursed, licking your lips and running your fingers around its corners to get the sticky white mass off your skin, only to hear Negan’s thick chuckle as he caught you struggling.
“Don’t say it, I know that look”, you warned him, half laughing yourself as you watched him biting his lip while the look in his eyes was telling you exactly what he was thinking ,”And I know what that looks like.”
“Mhmm…me too”, he mumbled, tease soaking his voice,“Hard to get that all in your mouth when its already stuffed full, huh?”
“Yeah, that s’mores is definitely a harder challenge than usual…size-wise”, you teased back, grinning at him as he shook his head with a thick laugh.
“Y’know that would’ve actually been a damn fine burn if we both wouldn’t fuckin’ know otherwise”, he said, winking at you as you rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully into his side.
“By the way, you still got it on your face”, he added, grinning as he shifted closer and reached up to your cheek, “Lemme get that.”
“Wait, still need to eat the rest, won’t help if I get something new on there right after you got it off”, you mumbled, shoving the rest of the s’more in your mouth before licking the remaining marshmallow and chocolate off your fingers.
“Ready now?”, he laughed, his hand still resting on your jaw before you nodded with a soft chuckle and let him stroke his rough thumb over your skin to got rid of the remaining smudge.
“Over and done”, he finally grumbled, dropping his hand to wrap his arm around you and pull you closer. Dropping your head on his shoulder you cuddled closer, hugging him back as you glimpsed into the softly flickering flames. The scent of the burning wood mixed with the one of the sea and Negan’s very own as you melted into his side and nuzzled your nose into the fabric of his shirt. Slowly, you could feel him turning his head, just enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead and let his rough stubble brush slightly over your skin, eliciting a content hum to fall from your lips.
Smiling you lifted your head off his shoulder,  glancing for a split second at him before his lips captured yours and pulled you into a with whiskey and chocolate shrouded  kiss. Humming into him you ran your hands up his chest, up until your fingers meet his throat and could dive into the black locks at he nape of his neck.
“C’mere”, he grumbled against your lips, pulling you closer as he reached out for you and helped to let you settle in his lap. Shifting you tried to get as comfortable as you could, right before you felt him wrapping his arms around you, trying to keep you both steady on the narrow trunk before he groaned quietly.
“Wait, just gonna shift this here to the ground, this damn thing isn’t made for this”, he chuckled, pecking your lips as he kept holding onto you as he slid down the trunk and settled with you in the sand,“There we go.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck you leaned back into the kiss, humming against his lips as you felt him pulling you closer to his chest and sensed the pleasant warmth of the fire streaming through to you. His hands kept running over you until they slipped beneath your clothes, caressing your skin with touches that let you know where exactly he wanted this to lead to.
”Turn ‘round. Straddle my lap, Sweetheart”, Negan mumbled in-between kisses, motivating you to break your kiss for a moment to shift your body and swing one leg to his other side, even though not without carrying a good load of sand with it that spread like a thin sheet all over Negan’s lap.
”Shit, the damn sand is everywhere”, you grumbled, brushing your hand over his sweatpants before you heard him lowly chuckle.
“Yeah it is…how ‘bout we go try out the mattress in the car?”, he mumbled, glancing up at you before a smirk formed on his lips,”Got the feelin’ I’d pump more sand than cock in your pussy here.”
“Now I really can’t have that”, you chuckled back, pecking his lips before his large hand landed in a swift slap on your ass, eliciting a flinch to shoot through your body and a thicker chuckle to rumble through Negan’s chest.
”Well, then let’s get ya in that car!”

The mattress sunk beneath your bodies as you rolled onto it and in the very moment your back settled into the sheets, Negan’s hands were already running over your body, pulling on the loose clothes until he could brush them step by step off of you. His lips were caressing over the side of your neck, their softness bringing a welcome contrast to the rough stubble as soft moans fell from your lips, elicited by his touches and kisses. The sound of the waves got carried through the night as you slowly dove into a trance beneath him, more and more as he placed open mouthed kisses down your breasts and stomach, traveling further south until his fingers and tongue were sending you right to cloud nine. Your fingers were buried deeply into his hair, tangled in his dark locks until they gripped them tightly as a wave of pleasure rolled over you, leaving you catching for your breath and trembling like an aspen leaf.
You still weren’t back in complete control over your senses as he climbed back on top of you, with lust darkened eyes, yet widely grinning until his lips met yours again and pulled you deeper into the trance he had weaved you in.
Slowly but surely you stripped him off the last pieces of clothes as well, your glance focused on catching each part and inch of him even in the faint light before you closed your eyes as soon as his lips crashed on yours once more.
Moaning against his lips you ran your fingers over his side, just until the moment they came to a halt and dug into his skin in the very moment he sunk into you. Within moments his hips moved in rhythm with yours, sending more intoxicating waves of pleasure through your body as his weight pressed in on you and intensified the deep thrusts that were turning you into a writhing mess beneath him. Everything around you kept you in this bubble he was creating around you, the cool night air that was setting a contrast to his warm body on top of you, the gripping of his hands into your hips and ass that would surely leave their marks and his deep growls that mixed with your soft moans and filled the car.
And you stayed this way, entangled in each other with no real clue anymore where you ended and he begun, until both of you finally came completely undone.

Huddled up to him you laid not much later on the mattress, with your head resting on his chest, your eyes darting to the sea that was enlightened by the moon and with your fingers playing with the short curls that peppered his chest, all while he was keeping you wrapped up in his arms. Your breath had normalized by now, your body was still again as it was melted against him, even though it stayed sensitive to his small touches and the movements of his fingertips that traced here and there slowly over your arm
“Thank you, for this all”, you mumbled, slowly raising your head from his chest to glance at him in the faint light and catch his eyes that were scanning over your face.
“Any damn time again, Sweetheart”, he grumbled with a lazy grin, his large hand reaching out to let his fingers tangle into your loosely tied up hair just to bring you a little closer down to him  ,”Still, no damn need to thank me.”
“Pff there is”, you softly chuckled back, pecking his lips before mumbling against them ,”Y’know, I got real lucky with you.”
A deep hum rumbled through his chest as soon as you backed just enough away to glimpse at him while the grin on his lips mixed with a smile.
“Shit, you’re gonna manage to make big ol’ Negan blush.”
“Good”, you laughed softly, leaning in once more to press your lips to his, only to sink into him this time and hum contently into the kiss as his fingers caressed through your hair.
“Hope that day did what I intended and got rid off all that stress”, he mumbled, just before the corners of his lips quirked a up into his wolfish grin, “Oh and hope that fuck topped it off real good.”
“It did, counts for both”, you chuckled, grinning at him before the expression on his face grew a little softer.
“But all fuckin’ jesting aside, just want ya to feel great as hell.”
“I do, really. Couldn’t have been a better day”, you mumbled, allowing a heartfelt smile to mix into the grin that only grew wider as he tugged you back down to him and pulled you into another deep kiss.
You hummed against his lips, allowing him to draw you back into a little trance from before, all while in the far, you could still hear the waves crushing into the shore and the soft breeze of the wind whirling around the car.  
It was the very perfect ending to the perfect day, there with him on the mattress in the back of the car, and deep down, you already couldn’t wait for the next time.

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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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Imagine for the 14th episode of season 9

Summary: When Daryl comes along with the others to Alexandria and the Reader gets for the first time since he knows of her relationship to Negan a fair chance to talk to him, the day seems like it’s going to be one of the best in a long time, until Judith disappears…

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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Low rumbles shook through Negan’s chest as you cuddled closer into his warmth, feeling his bare skin pressing against yours as the first sunray’s shone through the cell’s windows and fell onto the sheets covering your bodies.
You were still swinging somewhere between being asleep and waking up as you nuzzled your nose into his neck and ran your hand over his chest to let your fingertips toy sleepily with the small dark curls that peppered it.
“Mornin’, Baby”, Negan mumbled, his voice drowsy and rougher than usual as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Morning”, you mumbled back, sighing sleepily out as you closed your eyes for a moment more and relished in the feeling of his arms wrapping tighter around you before you shifted your face away from the warmth of his neck, enough to glance with a drowsy smile at him.
“Slept well?”, he grumbled with a small grin, his eyes were just as sleepy as yours, still you could see how the bright rays of light were enlightening the green of his hazel irises as they darted at you.
“Yeah…you turned that day really into a good one with that night…besides everything with Michonne”, you mumbled, feeling how the happiness was slipping into your voice as you reached your hand up to let your fingertips caress through his salt and pepper stubble, watching as the ring that now stuck to your finger twinkled in the sun.
“Mhmm…not only me, also that fucker down there”, he grumbled with a low chuckle, snapping his hips a little up while he gave your waist a teasing squeeze.
“Yeah, for sure”, you chuckled with a soft snort back as you leaned into the warmth of his bare body until you sunk into him and let your lips caress slowly over his.
Humming you let your lips part, nuzzling your nose into his stubbly cheek as you felt him picking your hand up, pressing a quick kiss to its back before glancing at his gift.
“Y’know, If you’re ever on a run again or so and find some kinda ring that would fit me, ya gotta bring it back here”, he mumbled against your skin before moving your hand a little away, enough to glance at it as he linked his fingers with yours, “Wanna have one too…just to make it all complete”
“I’ll find you one”, you mumbled with a big smile on your lips, letting your head sink back on his shoulder as he nodded slowly.
“Hmm…at the latest when the damn day has come when I get outta-”, he suddenly stopped, grumbling confused as he turned his head towards the pillows.
“You hear that?”, he asked, his voice still drowsy as he shifted a little into the pillows. You furrowed your brows for a moment, unsure what he was talking about before you heard it too.
Voices, a whole bunch of voices chatting enthusiastically and which mixed with sounds of squeaking wooden wheels and the neighing of horses. It was way too early for so much to be going on in Alexandria on a normal day, so something must have happened, something must have changed.
“Yeah…weird”, you grumbled sleepily, yawning a little as Negan hummed in response. “Hmm…gonna go if I can see something…as long as I still can”, he mumbled with a dry chuckle as he nodded to the windows and shifted a little over the sheets. Moving out of his arms you allowed him to slip out of the bed and quickly pull his boxers and a shirt over his body before tapping towards the windows to glance outside.
“Well look at that”, Negan mumbled, curiosity sparking through his voice as he stepped a little closer, watching and listening closely as you shuffled up the pillows and pulled the blankets a little more over your bare body.
“What do you see?”, you asked, furrowing your brows as you tried to catch some voices that echoed inside.
“Whole mass of people, and they’re packing a bunch of shit on horses and some of the carriages…isn’t the fair someday now?”, he asked, rising the curiosity in you as well as he turned for a moment around and glanced at you.
“Yeah, but Michonne told them off”, you mumbled confusedly, grabbing your nightdress from below the bed to pull it over your body and shuffle out of the bed, leaving the warmth behind as your feet his the cool cement floor.
Yawning softly you walked towards Negan, feeling him pulling you to his side as you heard the voices clearer now as well and could catch and see a bit of what was going on outside.
“You think she changed her mind?”, Negan asked, caressing his hand over your side as you shrugged your shoulders and huffed softly.
“After yesterday…I wouldn’t say so…but maybe Gabriel or Aaron talked to her again…but I guess I’ll find out as soon as I’m outside”, you mumbled, sinking a little more against him as you felt the cold creeping up your legs, spreading more goosebumps over your skin as a soft groan left your lips, “Shit…it’s really beginning to get colder.”
“Hmm, don’t ya have the later shift today?”, Negan asked as he leaned his head against yours, pressing his lips to your forehead as a grin grew on them, “How about I warm us a little up?”
A low chuckle was leaving his lips as he wrapped his arms tighter around your body, “And before you say anything, everybody’s out there’s focused on their fucking self, gettin’ ready for moving out and no damn guards coming here for some time either damn way…so we two can start the day the right fucking way”, he mumbled against your skin before he chuckled, “Literally.”
“Hmm…I’m still a little sore from last night”, you grumbled into his shirt, laughing softly  before you felt him squeezing your waist playfully.
“Mhmm…poor thing”, he teased, scratching his beard stubble slightly against your forehead as he pressed another kiss to your skin, “Gonna take good fuckin’ care of that, you know that.”
“Yeah, I do”, you chuckled back, wrapping your arms around his torso to hug him back and nuzzle your nose into his warmth while a thick laugh rumbled through his chest.
“Well, then lets get to it!”

Negan’s lips caressed over yours, taking you in as he hovered above you and pulled the sheets over your bodies until his arms could cage you in his embrace again.
Humming into the kiss you ran your hands up his body, tugging on the shirt he had only earlier pulled over, longing to fell his skin smoothing against yours. “Possible that last night got you even greedier?”, Negan grumbled lowly against your lips as he broke the kiss off for a moment, tease swinging through his voice as he nodded to your hastily fumbling hands and the ring that was adorning it.
“Mhmm…maybe”,you mumbled as you glanced from his gift up into his hazel eyes again and pressed another kiss to his lips with a soft grin ,”You complaining?”
“Oh fuck no”, he grumbled, sinking into another deep kiss before he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it beside the bed before he chuckled against your lips and nodded towards you, “Now we gotta get you outta that dress.”

Soon enough the both of you were entangled in one another, slowly becoming undone as you could feel his bare skin brushing against yours, his arms wrapping tightly around your figure as his lips captured yours in deep kisses.
You could hear his still drowsy voice huskily moaning your name into your ear as his body moved in intoxicating rhythm with your own, pushing you with each little moment closer to your high until you were an in pleasure writhing mess beneath him.
It really was the perfect way to start into the day, getting lost in each other until you huddled still heavily breathing up to one another, widely smiling as you cuddled into his side and toyed with the small dark curls that peppered his chest, nuzzling your face into the warmth of his neck before you could dive into a pleasant trance until you ultimately had to leave the cell and Negan behind.

As soon as you stepped out of the house a cold breeze brushed over your skin and spread goosebumps over your whole body, announcing the soon coming colder times of the year. Alexandria was calmer by now, even calmer than usual after most of the people who were about to participate in the fair had already made themselves on this way hours ago.
Still, you took in the warm sunrays that were brushing over your skin, fighting the coolness of the wind as you made your way down Alexandria’s streets.
”(Y/N), can we talk for a second?”, you suddenly heard Michonne’s voice behind you, sending a shiver down your spine as your mind brought up your fight of the last day in the matter of seconds, combining with the uncertainty of what she might throw against your head now.
Still, you stopped and turned around, watching as she walked up the street, a calmer expression on her face as you had expected.
”I wanted to talk to you about yesterday”, she said, sighing slightly as she closed the last couple meters between the both of you, “I did go too far…talked to Aaron and Gabriel, the others are going to the fair now and…if you still want, you’re back in the council.”
You glanced at her for a moment, just as surprised about her reaction now as you had been about seeing the others getting ready to take off for the fair in the early morning hours.
“And if it matters for your decision…”,she mumbled as you didn’t directly respond, gulping thickly as if what would come next wouldn’t roll off her tongue easily ,”I will give the closing of Negan’s windows another thought.”
You kept staring at her for another second, even more astounded by what she had just said and by the genuine expression that laid over her face.
You could only imagine that Gabriel, as head of the council, had put a little more pressure onto Michonne, perhaps Aaron as well, to shake her out of her headiness, but no matter who or what it had been, you surely weren’t complaining about it.
“Okay, then I’m back on”, you said, giving her a small nod before you got torn from your conversation as Aaron’s voice echoed through the air, calling for Michonne.
“What’s the matter?”, she asked the moment you turned around to Aaron and watched him rushing towards the both of you.
“Daryl’s at the gates, got some people with him”, he said, sending a shiver down your back the moment you heard your half-brother’s name and watched Michonne giving you a small nod before following Aaron to Alexandria’s entrance.
You hadn’t seen him in a long time, you couldn’t even pinpoint when exactly, but the last time you had seen him close enough to actually hear his voice must lay over a half year back.
He was swinging between the communities, mostly spending his time outside with the dog he had found, still looking for Rick’s body after all these years even though you knew that since the walker-face wearing group came along, he was mostly at the Hilltop.
Watching Michonne and Aaron disappearing behind some houses you tore yourself out of your trance, realizing that you had to get yourself to your shift you made your way further down the street, unsure of what to expect of the rest of the day.

Not more than about twenty minutes later you were at the infirmary, sorting sorting some pills back into their drawers of the shelfs in the edge of the main room as you heard the tipsing sound of dog feet echoing over the wooden floor.
Glancing up you saw Daryl’s dog rushing through the door, straight towards you, waggling its tail happily as it approved you.
“Hey, you remember me, huh?”, you softly chuckled, crouching down to the dog who was leaning against your legs, giving in to the pats before you glanced up and saw four figures walking towards the entrance the dog had just stormed through, accompanied by Michonne.
It was Daryl, of course, Connie, Henry and a girl around his age you hadn’t seen before. She was looking nervously around even though she seemed to try to hide it, her brown long hair was hanging slightly into her face while he fumbled on her hands as they stepped finally into the room.
“Dog, c’mere”, you heard Daryl call out, swinging his hand up as the dog followed his order, although reluctantly as he forced himself away from your soothing pats. Still, you could feel goosebumps rushing once again over your skin, keeping you glued to the spot for a moment as his glance brushed over you.
“What’s the matter?”, you heard Miles ask the very moment you stood up again, watching him stepping back into the room with some bandages in his hand as he glanced the the visitors.
“Henry’s got a large cut wound on his leg, might need to get stitched…and Lydia might need to get checked too”, Michonne said, and with that something snapped in you. So that was the girl they had captured from the group that was the new threat, the daughter of their leader who was now a seemingly new member of the communities.
For a moment, you could catch Michonne’s wary glance towards her, as if she was asking herself if letting her inside had really been the right call. But still, she didn’t say any more, instead she walked with Daryl and Connie back outside, slow enough for you to catch the other glance Daryl was giving you before he disappeared outside.

“Well, then we should get started”, Miles said in the next moment, letting a friendly smile spread over his lips as he motioned for Henry and Lydia to sit down on one of the cots.
It took a little before Henry had dragged himself over to it, even though Lydia helped him until he could let himself fall onto the rough fabric and Miles could along with you begin to treat his wound.
It was one nasty cut he had there, an even nastier story that came along with it. You could see Lydia tense up as Henry shortly told you how one of the whisperers had inflicted the wound, trying to kill him and the rest in order to get the girl back to the group. It was hard to imagine her with them, the rather nervous seeing girl who hugged Henry any time he flinched as Miles started to stitch up the long cut.
Sure, you couldn’t judge people by looking at them, could most certainly not trust them but still,  you actually pitied her more than the potential danger others saw in her, especially after hearing before from the others what kind of abuse her mother had put her through all these years. No wonder she was the very way she was, even though for these conditions, there seemed to be more good in her left than it would have been in many others.
“Alright Henry, you’re done”, Miles said, placing the needle and the threat into a small bowl on the cot, along with the disinfection liquid you had earlier used as Henry slowly nodded as a wave of relief seemed to wash over him.
“Michonne said you needed a check up as well, are you hurt too?”, you asked Lydia, catching her glance in the very same moment before she slowly, almost shyly shook her head only to quickly be disrupted in it by Henry.
“She has a wound on her ear”, he said before she could hold him back, glancing reluctantly at you before she stroke her hair back and revealed a wound, small but still enough to give her pain she didn’t need to go through.
It didn’t take much more than a little bit salve for now and a small bit of it Miles packed up for her for the next days, and with that, Lydia left the infirmary again, propping the lightly limping Henry until they both sat down on the stairs outside the infirmary, waiting for what was to come next for them.

Until your break everything stayed relatively calm at the infirmary, oppositely to the rest of Alexandria who seemed a little whirled up by the visitors. Somehow everyone tried to get a little glance or at least tried to get to know what exactly was going on, and you got only confirmed by it as you settled down into one of the rocking chairs on the porch.
Biting into your sandwich you watched them passing by, some of them still getting ready to leave for the fair, others talking while your focus began to slowly shift towards someone else.
It was Daryl, sitting by the small lake with his dog, tossing some stones into the water and watching the waves spreading over its surface while each second you glanced longer at him, the stirring in your stomach got a little stronger.
”Hope my Mom lets them stay a little longer”, you suddenly heard Judith’s voice, ripping your glance from Daryl towards her as she climbed up the porch’s stairs, biting into the apple in her hand as she let herself fall into the rocking chair beside you.
”Couldn’t talk to Daryl yet…have you?”, Judith mumbled, letting you only with a couple words know in which direction this conversation was gonna go. She missed him, you knew it, and just as much did you know that she couldn’t understand any conflict that lingered between you all. Between her Mom and Carol or Maggie, between the communities and also between you and Daryl.
”Not really…only indirectly when they got Henry into the infirmary”, you said, knowing that telling her a lie, even if it would be only a small one wouldn’t work on her.
She hummed softly, nodding as she bit into her apple before she furrowed her brows a little and shifted up in her chair.
“Why aren’t you talking to each other anymore?”, Judith finally asked, glancing to Daryl and his dog by the lake’s side.
“It’s complicated”, you said, gulping thickly as you tore your glance from him trying to figure out how to put it in the right words for her.
“I know…it’s Negan, right?”, she asked, the tone in her voice giving away that she knew the truth already, at least part of it from the times she had sat down by the stairs in front of the jail.
“He’s told you about it, huh?”, you asked with a soft smile, glancing down at her as you saw her slowly nodding, fumbling on the edge of the shirt before her eyes met yours again.
”Yeah…I know he’s mad because you love Negan…I know what Negan has done too….”, she gulped, as if she was trying to find a way to go on before she let out a little sigh ,”But he’s changed…so why aren’t you still talking?”
A small shudder of pain ran over your back, evoking memories you had tried to suppress before you glanced at Daryl for another moment and took a deep breath.
“Judith, I’d be happy if things between me and uncle Daryl would be okay again”, you mumbled, forcing yourself to not let the soft smile turn into a sad one in front of her as you went on ,”I’ve tried to make some steps towards him, but it always just made things worse. I’d do so much for it but I can’t force him…if he doesn’t want to talk to me, I have to accept that.”
Watching her, you could already tell that this wasn’t enough for her, so you stayed silent for a moment, sorting yourself before raising your voice again.
“No matter how hard that is”, you mumbled, feeling how sadness took over your face ultimately even though you kept fighting it ,”I can only hope that he changes his mind someday and maybe sees that things are different now…and gives us another chance.”
Slowly, she nodded, without retorting anything but rather as if half of her understood what you were saying and feeling, while the other was already planning her next move, as if she was figuring out how to soothe the tension between Daryl and you.
”I’m sure he will”, she mumbled, after a couple quiet moments, giving you a small uplifting smile while the twinkle in her eyes only strengthened your theory.
And it got confirmed only a little later as you watched Judith and Daryl through the infirmary’s window sitting by the water, talking.
Of course, you couldn’t be sure that you were a topic, there were many things Judith wanted to talk to Daryl about, especially after such a long time of not seeing him and with the pressure in the back of her head that he might have to leave soon again, still, you felt like your name would fall at least once.

The sun was already melting into the skyline the trees formed behind Alexandria’s walls as you glanced again out of the window, after forcing yourself from it hours ago, telling yourself that a glimpse at your half brother and Judith couldn’t chance the situation after all.
But now, the scenery was different, the spot by the lake empty and instead you saw the Daryl, Connie, Henry and Lydia standing outside, along with Miles who was checking Henry’s wound once more and Michonne, who watched the four as they were fumbling on their backpacks. Judith was there too, but instead of talking to Daryl she was running off into the direction of her home, a stern but mostly disappointed look on her face before she disappeared behind a couple houses and whirled more questions up in your head, even though you had your fair share of guesses of what was happening.
”Finishing for today, see ya tomorrow”, you could hear Karen behind you say, pushing your glance towards your co worker as she slipped her jacket over her body and grabbed her bag.
”Yeah, gonna finish in two hours too…do you know what exactly’s going on outside?”, you asked, leaning against the counter as Karen slowly nodded as she stroke a blonde strand of hair out of her face.
”They’re already leaving. Michonne thought it would be better if they would go back on the road again…to the kingdom for the fair”, she mumbled, shrugging her shoulders as she walked towards the front door.
”Alright, till tomorrow”, she said, giving you a nod before she scurried out of the infirmary, only for her to pass by two figures that walked towards the door and caught your attention quicker than you liked, spreading some suspense over you that you already knew all too well.
“You should have told me right away when we took care of Henry’s cut, then you wouldn’t have to stop now to get this checked up”, Miles said with a huff that got only responded by Daryl with a grumble before they stumbled through the door and rose the tension that spread over your body.
“Nah, she’s gettin’ ready to leave”, Daryl grumbled the moment he saw you, obviously tryin to grasp the teeniest thing just to not cross paths again with you.
Shaking your head you glanced at him, pushing yourself from the counter’s side as you straightened your posture, trying to shake of the suspense.
“No, still got some time before the shift ends…either way, couple more minutes won’t hurt”, you said, trying to give the both men a small smile before Daryl’s darkened glance hit you again.
“Ya sure? Bet he’s waiting’ for ya”, he almost spat out the last sentence, glancing at you through the strands of hair that hung into his face, as if he was closely waiting for your reaction.
“He is, but he’d be the last to not understand”, you responded, a little of the sharpness you had just heard in his voice taking over yours as Daryl let out a small huff.
”Alright, leave you alone now. See you tomorrow”, Miles said, nodding towards you after awkwardly standing in between the tension that was radiation between you and Daryl.
”See you”, you mumbled, feeling how the suspense rose again the moment the door fell into its lock and you were for the first time in years alone with Daryl in one room again.
”So uh, what’s the matter?”, you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, even though you could tell by Daryl’s glance that he wasn’t buying it, still he didn’t snap but rose his voice rather calmly after huffing deeply, as if he had to swallow a remark down.
”Got a wound on the arm from that fight with the asshole from Lydia’s group, got some bandage ‘round, isn’t too bad”, he grumbled, pulling the sleeve of his shirt a little up to reveal the already dirty bandage, “Don’ have to do it’, took care of it befor’ too.”
”But here you got the resources to get something more than a dirty bandage, can’t be wrong to get it checked, huh?”, you asked, slowly feeling how you calmed a little down, caused by the lack of new remarks and by the tiny bit of hope that this could be finally a halfway normal conversation between the two of you after all this time. Hell, even talking as much as you had by now seemed like a new record.
”Hmm”, Daryl only grumbled but still nodded, lifting more of the suspense off of you as you tried to push a small smile on your lips as you nodded towards the cot in the room’s middle, “Well, then lets get started.”

“Okay, there we go”, you mumbled only a few moments later as you softly dabbed the in disinfection liquid soaked cloth onto his wound, cleaning it as you eyed it, trying to find out how to treat it best.
“Don’t think you need much, some salve and a couple tight bandaids to keep it closed will be fine”, you mumbled after a couple more moments, pulling his sleeve a bit more up to get the rest of the wound cleaned up before it revealed something that brought you back into the past.
It was small, even tiny, and if you wouldn’t know the story behind it you probably wouldn’t have ever noticed. It was a small, blue spot beneath his skin, shaped almost like a star, a rather involuntary tattoo he had accidentally given himself years before the world had gone south.
Oddly, only its sight was needed to awake a bunch of memories in you, taking you to the day it had happened, a sunny spring day, the first real one after the winter had beat retreat. Almost like a fresh beginning. At least that was what it had felt like. Merle had been off and about again, playing his usual games with the law and any drugs he could get his hands on, leaving Daryl behind and finally willing to give into your Mom’s pleas to let her take care of him. He’d been reluctant, as he’d always been but in this spring your half brother that had rather taken a role in your life you hadn’t been sure how to define, had actually stayed at your house and sooner than later warmed up.
You’d been too young to understand everything that was going on with Daryl, nor his life that seemed to be so different to yours, but maybe this childlike and blithe attitude had softened him up. At least it had been enough to let your younger sister and you draw with him, even on him later on as the bare paper sheets had gotten too boring, leaving him with a couple flowers dragged over his arm. You could remember him laugh, truly laugh so that even after the laughter had hushed a smile stayed stuck on his lips that stayed there until he took you with him to the woods, trying to teach you how to track.
He’d cut himself on some thorns of a bush as he’d tried to show you the imprint of some paws on the ground, not deep, but still enough to let some of the blue ink of one of the flowers you had drawn earlier on him sink into his skin, and heal to end up to be the small tattoo that was still lingering on his arm.
Right in these moments, you could feel a small smile growing on your lips, letting you sink into nostalgia as you thought about the day that had been the beginning of the close relationship you’ve once had with him.
“What?”, you heard him suddenly ask, ripping you out of your memories right back into reality and snapping your glance from the small tattoo up at him, at his eyes that stared through the hair strands right at you.
“Just…just remembered something”, you mumbled, gulping softly as you watched him glancing down to his arm, catching in the matter of seconds what had elicited your reaction.
“Told me you liked it better than any of the other tattoos”, he grumbled, and for a moment you were stunned by the tone in his voice that almost seemed soft, by the tiny bit the corners of his lips curled, almost too small to notice, but still it was there. And it wasn’t only this, moreover it surprised you enough that he actually responded, and not something snapping, not in your or Negan’s direction, but just something normal that seemed after all these years almost abnormal to you.
“Yeah, I did”, you mumbled, chuckling softly as a fuzzy feeling spread out within you, pushing the hope that was lingering in you, no matter how much you had tamed it over all this time ,”Still think so by the way.”
You could hear the tease in your tone, like it had been so often in the old times even though an inner voice was warning you already to not put too much hope into these small signs even though it felt so much after more than seven years.
“Guessed so”, Daryl grumbled back as you dabbed the cloth once more to his skin, cleaning the last bit of his wound while you could feel how the smile was still sticking to your lips.
For another moment, it got silent, right before you could see his eyes wandering from the bluish spot to the ring on your finger, tensing him back up in the matter of seconds, as if he got pushed out of the unusual peacefulness between the both of you and right back into the harsh reality. You could see his face muscles harden, falling back into the scheme you had seen so often and pushing your hopes back to where they had rested for all this time.
“Ain’t never gonna be the same again”, he grumbled, a growling undertone in his voice as a sting of pain shot through the hope that had formed nonetheless within you.
Gulping thickly and trying to cope with the harsh side you had seen way too often of him since the war you nodded slowly and breathed heavily out.
“I know”, you said, unable to suppress the sadness completely out of your voice as you tried to concentrate on your work and keep at least the little bit of warmth the first part of the conversation had elicited within you alive.

It was already becoming dark as you were done with his wound and had it fully patched up, leaving him to grab his stuff as you glanced over the bandaids and the salve on the cot you had used before on him. Of which the later pushed you to break the silence between you.
“You should take that salve with you”, you said, trying to use a last chance before he went off and wouldn’t show up again for god knows how long.
“Also good for the others…Miles already gave Lydia a little but it won’t be enough for all of you”, you added before he could retort anything and deny it but instead he swung his backpack over his shoulder and first eyed you before nodding towards the tube in your hand.
“Why?”, he grumbled, his eyes scamming over your face as if he was trying to read your thoughts and as the words you were about to say, the risk you were surely taking with it if you would receive a backlash, was running through your head you could feel the tension building one last time up.
“Because I care about you”, you said, giving him a tiny smile before you sighed softly ,”No matter what you might think.”
For a moment, you weren’t sure what to expect, if he’d snap at you like he had done it before or if he’d just leave without anything, but instead he just glanced at you for another moment.
”Ya don’t need it here?”
”No, we got enough of it and you need it more…I want you to have it”, you said, keeping the tiny smile on your lips as you finally saw him nodding slowly as he reached towards you and grasped the salve.
”Alright”, he grumbled, nodding once again slightly before he gulped thickly, “Thanks.”
”No problem”, you said back, watching as he stuffed the salve into his pant’s pocket before he glanced at you once more as you shifted a little from foot to foot, still tense even though this whole thing had worked out way better than you had allowed yourself to wish for.
”Well, then…hope you get without any fuss to the fair”, you mumbled, a part of you still fearing that the something would turn this situation upside down and let it escalate again as you had experienced too often but this fear got soothed as he nodded again, grumbled a quiet “Hope so” and began to make his way towards the door before he abruptly stopped.
Turning around you could hear him huffing to himself before his gaze caught the ring on your finger once more before it went up to your eyes, making you unsure of what to expect next.
”He’s treatin’ you good?”, you heard him mumble in the next moment, his eyes switching from yours quickly to the ground as if he couldn’t really believe what he had just asked, and for a moment, you felt the very same way.
But then you felt a bit new warmth settling within you, caused by the question that seemed to be the closest to versant you’ve heard ever since he knew of Negan and you, no matter how small it had to seem to an outsider.
”Yes…yeah, he really is”, you mumbled after a moment of surprise, giving him another small smile before you only saw him nodding slowly as his glance wandered over you again, watching the genuine expression on your face before he turned around once for all and made his way out of the infirmary.

You were stuck with this bit of warmth until your shift ended and you finally made your way back to Negan’s cell, ready to tell him everything about the day in detail, but instead to the relaxed man you had left earlier today, you were finding one who was filled up with worry.
“Judith’s gone”, Negan scoffed the moment you found yourself back in his arms, all while his voice was thick with emotion and worry as stuck in his eyes as you stared confusedly at him.
“What?”
“Michonne was just a bit earlier here, trying to grill me out if I knew shit”, he scoffed, running a palm over his salt and pepper stubble before he thickly gulped ,”Think she’s searching for Daryl and the others…guess Michonne went after her already ‘bout an hour ago.”
“Shit, I-”, you mumbled, clearly hearing how the shock flowed into your voice even though a part of you wasn’t surprised at all, not after hearing what she had said today, not after knowing how much she missed the others and Daryl to be here and most certainly not as the picture of her disappointed face shot back into your memory as she had run back to her home.
“She’ll find her, know it and Judith’s one tough little badass”, he mumbled in the very next moment, sighing deeply as he eventually met your glance ,”I’m just…worried.”
Softly nodding you looked at him, stroking your hands over his chest up until they met his neck and you could caress your thumbs softly along its side, trying to soothe him a little.
“I know, but you’re right, she’ll find her and till then, Judith’s gonna be fine, I’ve been out there with her when you were missing…I’ve seen that she can take care of anything that’s out there”, you mumbled, giving him a small smile even though the worry was still settling further in his glance and the rest of his body ,”But I can go too if-”
“No, nope! Michonne’s out there for an hour…you won’t catch up that fast and I…can’t have that fear of some shit happening to you too”, he cut you quickly off, pulling you closer into his embrace as if he was trying to make sure you weren’t leaving him before you cuddled a little closer and glanced up at him.
“It’s all gonna be fine”, you said, dearly hoping for Michonne to soon come back with Judith through Alexandria’s gates as you gave him a small smile and saw him nodding slowly as he pulled you close enough to let you settle against his warm chest.
“Now that Daryl was here…did something happen? You saw him?”, Negan mumbled in the next moment, the worry still stuck in his voice as he leaned his head against yours and nuzzled his nose into your hair.
“Yeah I did…we even talked a little...calmly”, you said, feeling how small smile was growing on your lips as you leaned a little away to look at him, watching how he rose his eyebrows in surprise but let a smile sneak on his lips.  
”Yeah”, you confirmed it again with a soft chuckle and nodded softly.
“Shit, ya gotta tell me all about that wonder of the damn century”, Negan teased, trying to shake some more tension off his body as he wrapped his arms a little tighter around your waist.
“I will, let’s lay down, okay? Gonna tell you everything…and by then, maybe Michonne and Judith are already back.”

You both kept hoping for this the whole night that was much calmer than the last, ending with the both of you both curled up on the bed, talking about your conversation with Daryl and the other turns the day had taken before you slowly fell asleep in his arms.
And in the morning, right as the first sun rays enlightened Alexandria in a warm light, you could finally feel the suspense leaving both of your bodies as Judith came safely back to Alexandria along with Michonne and a decision they had made on the way back.
They were going to the fair after all, trying to catch up on Daryl and the others to make it on time. And with that they were faster gone again than you had thought after collecting some more supplies, saddling the horses and hitching them up to a provisory carriage.
And with that a little bit of the old Michonne seemed to come back as well.

The few days that followed Michonne and Judith’s departing to the fair were calm and without much fuss. Most of Alexandria was at the fair, the infirmary was finally as good as empty again and so some of your shifts got cut, leaving you more time than you’ve had in a good while to spend with Negan.
Some of it felt a bit like vacation, if you ignored the cell, of course. You could sleep in with him, wake slowly up and lay in his arms as long as you wanted, swaying in the comfy trance between diving out of sleep and waking fully up, relishing in his kisses and his touch until you had to leave for a short shift. It didn’t take long until you could come back, watch how the sun was going down, filling the room with warm colors while you cuddled up to him and talked about whatever had happened at the infirmary, coupled with the gossip he had caught up at the window and left both of you at times curled up in laughter. You could spend the nights without worry, huddled up beside him and still talking or writhing beneath him in pleasure until the whole circle repeated itself.
It was soothing after this time of flutter and stress, giving you both a little bit time to recuperate. Still, for a community in the world in which humans in walker skin lived among the dead it seemed at moments almost too calm, too peaceful, too unagitated.

And this feeling would soon get confirmed as the rest of Alexandria came back from the fair, not only with new supplies and livestock but with horrifying news that let your blood freeze the moment you heard of them.
“The Whisperers killed ten of us, lured them from the fair and-”, Gabriel gulped as he fumbled on his hands, staring at Siddiq, the lonely survivor of the attack as he got treated by Miles in the main room of the infirmary, “Beheaded them…stuck their heads to pikes to form a new border to their land…”
You listened to him, feeling an icy shudder running repeatedly down your back and watching as more blood seemed to drain from his face, leaving it sickly pale as he named the dead once more. You didn’t know all of them, some only a little bit, some with a rather negative afflicted relationship as it counted for Frankie, one part of the former harem, but as Gabriel named Henry, Enid and Tara your stomach sank a bit. You’ve had your problems with Tara over the years, especially right after the all out war but her death still shocked you for a moment, just like it did with Enid’s.
And as Henry’s name fell, your mind skipped right back to the day you had treated him, to how happy he seemed with Lydia and then straight Carol, who lost yet another child and had to go through another trauma, as if Sophia’s story got repeated in the worst way possible.
You weren’t sure how she could go on, she would, you knew it, still it must be the so hard that you couldn’t dare to imagine it. At least she still had Ezekiel to hold onto, at least they had each other and you knew how important that was, especially if that person was your rock.
Hell if you’d lose Negan, you were sure that would be it for you. You’ve had experienced only a tiny taste of it back when he had stood on the edge to losing the very last hope, had seen him bleeding from his self inflicted wounds and had seen him almost falling apart. All this had already brought a pain up within you that couldn’t just nearly be put into words, so brutal and painful that it made you feel like losing him would kill you too.
And so you held him even a little tighter in the night after hearing about the deaths that hit all of the communities hard and that brought them together to stand up against the new threat. Trying to blend out the painful memories and instead feel his warmth, hear the comforting deepness of his voice and dive into his intoxicating scent, realizing that he was there with you, alive, well and happy and that you would do anything it would take to protect this little idyllic world you had with him in this bloody mess.

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Summary: After Michonne’s headiness and plans for closing Negan’s cell windows provokes a frustrating fight between her and the reader, Negan steps in to cheer his girl up

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Voices echoed through the tall hall of the church, angry voices stuck in a thick discussion. You were part of it too, had been to be more exact until a few minutes ago, you were tired of it by now, frustrated even more. 
It was only a half day ago that Negan had returned to the cell, not more than an hour or two ago since Michonne and the others had returned from the Hilltop with devastating and chilling news.
Jesus was dead, killed by a new emerged threat, a group that was walking disguised as the dead within them, killing everything that was coming into their way. Michonne and the rest had managed to catch one of them on the day after, the daughter of their leader who was now caged up in the one of the Hilltop’s cells, waiting for what else was to come.
The Hilltop wasn’t the only community that was struggling, the Kingdom was too, but not with the living dead, but their supplies. Their fair should save them, bring them back into the game but as always, Michonne had disagreed to let Alexandria participate, not even after a second plea of Carol.
And this wasn’t everything that had prattled down on you just a little while ago, Rosita was fine again, but pregnant and not from Gabriel but Siddiq, after a short and unmeaningly affair before Rosita’s relationship with the priest had even begun. The whole mood in the council’s meeting room was already tense, but putting these two men in here didn’t add up to a better atmosphere.
The cherry on the top really was Michonne right now, her repeating lecture on safety concerns that was slowly but surely cutting Alexandria off of every other community, fueling your frustration.
It was the same damn thing every time, about every little thing.
No matter what the council decided, Michonne did in the very end what she wanted, almost as if the council only existed anymore to make it seem like she wasn’t the only source of power in Alexandria. It was nerve-recking, especially after you had fought for their trust and a place on the council for so long, a council that now didn’t seem to even exist anymore.
You had often discussed with her about this, just like the others, but today you were zooming out, trying to process the everything that was happening around you, including Negan’s return to the cell.
You’d been there when the door had fallen into the lock again, watching as he laid the new leather jacket next to the bed and slipped back into the prisoner’s clothes and you’d lie if you’d say your heart hadn’t been caught up in a row of stings. Negan seemed fine with it, more than you had ever thought, but you kept seeing him before your inner eye. In the woods, in freedom, with his arms wrapped around you and your head buried into the soft leather that gave you flashbacks to the time before the prison.
You wanted him here with you in Alexandria, but you wanted him to be a free walking men as well, and those two components didn’t fit well, at least not to everybody but you and him.
A thick sigh left your lips as you leaned yourself against one of the church’s benches while another row of voices echoed through the hall, strong enough to catch your attention this time. 
“What does is mean for Alexandria to survive if it means that the Kingdom falls?”, Siddiq asked, stepping closer towards Michonne, his eyes filled with disbelieve as nothing more than coldness pressed in over Michonne’s face.
“It means, Alexandria survives.”
And with these words she shot him any even icier glare, holding his glance for a couple more seconds before breaking it off and pushing herself past the table the others were surrounding. She was rushing as fast out as always after such discussions, leaving a tension in the room that you could almost cut with a knife.
“Great”, you heard Gabriel scoff, propping himself with his hands onto the table while he squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. 
“We should go back to work, we can’t do anything more for the moment”, you heard Laura say as you pushed yourself away from the bench’s backrest and glanced at Siddiq who was still standing right where Michonne had left him, before he forced himself out of his trance and nodded slowly.
“Yeah”, he grumbled, the annoyance clearly stuck in his voice before he let a sigh fall from his lips and glanced at you, “Lets get back to the infirmary, at least what we’re doing there is useful.”

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Summary: After the endless seeming days after the fight full of worrying and missing Negan, the Reader returns to his cell to finally make up with him.

Warning: a bit smut

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“You came back.”

You felt like you could still hear those words echoing through the cell as the metal bar door crushed into its lock behind you and Rick’s heavy footsteps began to descend until they hushed completely.
Negan stood still there like glued to the spot, his bare feet pressing against the cold cement ground while his eyes were wandering over your face, nearly analyzing it, as if he couldn’t believe you were actually there, as if you were more of a mirage the loneliness of the prison had forced him to imagine.
His face was taken hostage by a wild mix of emotions, ranking from surprise and disbelief that let the muscles of his face fall flat, to happiness that curled the slightly open gaping lips just a little but softly up, to uncertainty that was letting his brows twitch for a short moment.
“Yeah”, you mumbled softly as you were finally able to open your mouth, feeling  how all those emotions that were written over his face were running through your veins too.
You had missed him, you had known that before, that much that it had felt like a pain able to wrench you apart, but now that you were seeing him, not more than a few meter away from you, you realized it once more.
As soon as your voice had hushed, Negan’s eyes ran slowly south, down until they suddenly captured your wrist, catching the absence of the bracelet, of his gift.
His eyes widened slightly in the matter of milliseconds, a harsh gulp travelled down his throat while his body tensed up as if the blood in his veins had frozen.
You’d bet that normally, he’d just be confused if he was seeing you without it but now, now this had to seem like you were there for the beginning of the end.
”I didn’t take it off. It broke..happened at the infirmary, I-”, you mumbled, feeling how the tension got a hold of you as well, your eyes wandering consistently over his face only to be stopped as you saw it softening again in relief.
It got silent for a few seconds, both of you unsure what to do, what to say before a shivering breath fell from his lips as his head dropped slightly, before he swallowed harshly and glanced slowly back up to you.
”I-…fuck”, he scoffed, only stepping slowly closer before his hand was reaching up to stroke uneasily over his thick salt and pepper stubble before he tried to rally himself and find the right words.
”I don’t think little of you, I don’t fucking…I’m just, fuck”, he scoffed, his jaw clenching tightly as he took a deep breath before his eyes found yours again, eliciting a warmth to slowly sneak up in you that got suddenly larger with the next few words ,”I can’t lose you. I’m just so damn fucking scared of it that I-”
“Shit, that’s why I freaked out when that Caleb fucker-. Fuck, I was jealous, I know, fucking sick to the fucking stomach jealous. But not ‘cause I don’t trust you or think you’ll take the easy damn way and just piss off…I’m just shitless fucking terrified.”
“I-”, he sighed deeply, obviously showing that he wanted to say and explain more, push those words out that seemed to be like stuck to the back of his throat while you could feel that they wouldn’t get out before each of you got some of the tension out of your bodies.

You weren’t even sure how it exactly happened, somehow your body took over your mind for a moment and only let it come back as soon as only centimeters parted you, your eyes met for the split of a second before your arms wrapped slowly around his neck, a little cautious about his possible reaction before this caution got quickly pushed out of your mind as soon as you could feel his strong arms wrapping around you.
First slow, as if he was still expecting you to pull away before he got his confidence back as he felt you slowly melting against him.
His embrace got tighter, his arms cradled you closely against his chest as your face leaned against his neck, taking in his familiar scent and finally feeling his warmth surrounding and lulling you in again.
God, had you missed this.
It had been three days, nothing much if circumstances were normal, but with the fight and the uncertainty of the future swinging threateningly through each passing moment, those three days had felt like a painful eternity.
Your bodies clung to one another, almost as if you were afraid the other one would vanish as soon as you’d let go just a little bit.
It took only moments for his head to drop to your shoulder, before his nose nuzzled slowly into the fabric of your shirt, breathing thoroughly in and out as he cradled you even tighter against his broad chest.

”I missed you…so fucking much”, he finally mumbled, and even though his voice got muffled by your shirt you could still hear the mass of emotions that was streaming through each of his cells and elicited a wave of warmth to wash over you.
”I missed you too”, you mumbled back, feeling how the growing warmth inside you got larger with each of his words and each passing second he held you.
“I’m sorry I took so long to come back…I-…Negan, I was scared too”, you quietly mumbled, your voice breaking a little before you felt him shaking his head slowly against your shoulder.
“You’re back, damn, that’s all that matters to me”, he mumbled against the fabric, pulling you even closer as you got slowly lost in his comforting warmth.
You longed to simply stay like this forever, just not ever let go but there was a small part in the back of your head telling you that you couldn’t, you still had to get the rest that was still uncertain out of the world, you had to settle every little misunderstanding or issue, even if the temptation to just let him hold you through the whole night was growing with each second you spend longer this close to him.
And you could feel those exact thoughts running through his head too, letting him shift slightly as both of you seemed reluctant to break off the comforting hug.
”Still got some more shit to explain to you”, he finally muttered slowly, his voice clearly showing the reluctancy that was stuck within him before he gulped harshly as soon as you slowly leaned back, just enough to look into his eyes.
You could sense a little fear and nervousness dancing through his glance that just got a little less as you slowly nodded and gave him a soft ‘okay’.

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Summary: Sometimes all you need to do to end the day perfectly is to slip into some comfy pajamas and slow dance with your significant other in the middle of your living room

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Fuzzy carpet was smoothing against your bare feet, the scent of the softly crackling fire in the chimney was filling the room, paired with the music that streamed through the air. It was just the right rhythm for you to swing from side to side, enclosed in Negan’s embrace as he cradled you against his chest, holding you as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. 
It felt a little bit like in the movies you had seen before, the couple that was clothed in some comfy pajamas and that was slow dancing in the middle of their living room, almost as if the world had stopped around them. Those movies had been one big cheesy bit, almost too cheesy, still, those scenes always got you in some kinda way.
So when Negan had shot you a grin and nearly jumped up from his spot on the couch beside you as one of his favorite songs came on, you already knew there was no way you were gonna deny that dance with him.
“Ya gotta twirl, Sweetheart”, Negan grumbled into your hair, the soft grin on his lips clearly audible through his low voice.
“That’s no song for twirling”, you mumbled with a soft chuckle back, cuddling deeper into his chest and sinking your face a little more into warmth of his neck’s crook that vibrated against you the moment his laugh filled the room.
“Yeah I don’t give fuck…I wanna see you twirl”, he grumbled, squeezing your waist teasingly as you let another chuckle fall from your lips, realizing that there was no way Negan would stop unless you’d do it.
“Alright, but I’m sinking right back against you afterwards”, you chuckled, already missing his warmth the moment you let your arms fall from his body and stepped a little back, allowing him to take your hand and shoot you another grin that had the power to melt you into a puddle within seconds.
No matter how long you were with him, every time you saw him you could swear you were falling right again for him. And now you were glancing at him, looking at his slightly ruffled dark hair that was flipping the gel that had held it back all day long now completely off, at the gray streaked stubble that was a little longer than usual but was still giving in to his dimples whenever he laughed   and at his hazel eyes that gleamed a little in the warm light the fire was throwing onto them, enhancing the playful and roguish glance that was stuck in them as he nodded towards you while he raised his hand.
You snorted the moment you began to twirl, imagining that you looked everything else than elegant with the sweatpants and the simple top that was hugging your body, still you could watch Negan’s glance wandering up and down your figure with a mix of hunger and deep affection. 
And you got to feel exactly this mix the moment you twirled once more, feeling how Negan’s large hand came down to give you a quick slap on your ass, making you flinch and laugh the moment you stopped and glanced at him. “Yeah, now I get why you wanted me to twirl”, you teased, cocking an eyebrow at him as he let out a deep and thick chuckle, “Come on, ya can’t blame me!”
He winked at you as he bit his lip, before breaking into another chuckle as you shook your head laughing at him and allowed him to pull you back into his embrace. The moment your bodies touched again you sunk against him, still with the grin on your lips as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose into your cheek, pressing his lips against your skin as his salt and pepper stubble tickled you softly. 
Raising one hand you ran it up his chest, up until you could let it sink into his dark looks and caress your fingertip over his scalp, eliciting the same happy noises he was eliciting in you as he pressed another kiss to your skin and pulled you closer. 
The music was beginning to lull you in again, accompanied by Negan’s touch and his intoxicating scent that was pushing you into a deeper trance as you shifted from side to side over the fluffy carpet.
And so you lost yourself in him again, in his arms, in his scent, in his kisses that began to travel from your cheek over your jaw to your lips and in the sensations his warmth was giving you, turning those scenes you had once seen flickering over the screen into a reality for you that was truly better than any movie could ever be.


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