Category: Negan season 9

TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Guardians”

Summary: After a frustrating argument with Michonne over her safety concerns and harsh new rules stretches the Reader to her limits, Negan steps in to cheer his girl up
(episode: 9×12)

the last part / all other previous parts (None of the previous parts have to be read to understand the plot!)

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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.”

The sun was already beginning to vanish behind the skyline of Alexandria’s walls and the tall trees behind them as you slipped your arms through the sleeves of your jacket, ready to leave the house after taking a hot shower that had washed a little bit of the load of stress the day had put on your shoulders until you had finished work a half hour ago.
A uncomfortable tension had laid over the infirmary all day, fueled by Siddiq’s frustration because of Michonne’s decisions, paired with the Rosita drama that wasn’t much of a good mix and you were everything else than cheerful after this morning’s meeting as well. You had never thought you would say so, but by now, you were glad that Michonne had moved out of the house and into one of the townhouses. The reasons back then had nothing to do with the situation now, instead her decision had been urged by the pain Rick’s death had forced up, leaving stains all over the house as well as it had been supported by the more fitting rooms for the kids in the townhouse, still you were unfortunately glad about it now.
You tried to shake the thoughts about Michonne off, letting a relieved sigh out as you now felt the smooth leather hugging your body, rising your anticipation to come back to Negan as you walked into the hallway, ready to finally leave.
You were already swinging in a more comfortable mood before the door suddenly flew open, squeaking in protest as it arched by the power the push had forced on it.
Your eyes widened immediately as your gaze glued to the entrance, catching the woman who was standing in the doorframe, furiousness in her eyes, brows puckered in anger and a chest that was rising and falling harshly.
“You’ve been talking to him?”, Michonne hissed as she stepped into the house, rising the confusion within you as she threw the door back into its lock.
“What?”, you asked, watching as she moved closer and let out a bittersweet huff.
“You’ve been talking to Negan about the council?”, she growled, shooting you a dangerous glare, “Bad enough that he’s eavesdropping on us but that you slip him intel-”
“I’m not slipping him intel”, you cut her immediately off, feeling how the frustration of this midday was boiling up again within you, mixing with new ones fueled by her accusation,”I’m talking to him, did you expect anything else?”
“I expected you to be responsible”, she growled, her eyes narrowing in even more anger, the very same one that began to grow in you as well.
“I am”, you quickly and firmly retorted before she could throw anything else at you ,”He isn’t doing any harm. Think he’s proven that enough.”
“Oh so you two agreed in advance about what to say?”, she snapped as you just stared in utter confusion at her that drowned the frustration for a tiny moment.
“Your boyfriend just told me to trust him a little more. Even let him be an advisor in matters of leader decisions”, she hissed with another bittersweet chuckle, as if she had talked to someone out of his mind.
“Michonne-”
“I don’t wanna hear it, (Y/N). I’m closing his windows and I strongly advise you to not talk to him about anything concerning the council anymore”, she cut you off in the matter of a millisecond, leaving you to process what she had just said that made you snap out of the frustration that had whirled back through you, and instead filled you with shock.
“You’re closing his windows? Michonne you can’t do that”,you said, the bitterness gone out of your voice and replaced with instant worry about Negan ,”It’s his only way to get some of the world outside that cellar.”
For a moment, you forgot her as fear flooded your veins. He already once had nothing but the cellar, he had once been completely cut off and you had seen to what that had pushed him. Shit, you had seen him on the edge of losing himself. 
What if taking the window away, the interactions with Judith, simply hearing other people’s voices and having day light, what if that would urge him to fall back into a hole again, or to at least make him tangle on its edge?
“Well that’s the plan”,Michonne brought you back to reality, befuddling you even more with her icy coldness, “He is a threat.”
“He’s not he-”
“He’s a monster, nothing else. In case I need to remind you again he killed two of our friends. He took Glenn’s chance to be a father”, she growled and with that, she shifted a switch within you. You’ve had to hear these things over and over again over all these years until it seemed like a record that played on endless loop, all while the people who called him a monster had done just as monstrous things, with the only difference that they were now playing the innocent lambs.
“And Rick didn’t? From Gracie’s dad by massacring him? We didn’t kill a whole fucking outpost?!”, it suddenly shot out of you, anger raging in your voice as you passed past the points of keeping your calm. You weren’t one of the people to go off by the littlest inconvenience, but this was too much by now. Too much frustration, too much anger, too much injustice and hypocrisy.
“Don’t take his name-“
“What? Cause it’s the truth?!”, you snapped before she could yell further at you and forbid you to speak. Rick was a risky topic, but she wasn’t taking a single fuck about your feelings, about your issues no matter if they were of personal matter or about her leading style, so why should you? Why should you if those things she was saying were turning things upside down, pushing them to let them shine in false light just because she liked it that way.
“I’m so fucking tired of you all being huge fucking hypocrites acting as if you’re saints and he’s the devil. you’re judging with double standards”, you hissed, trying to not turn your voice into a shrill yell while the frustration you had build up was pushing further and further in on you,”He’s done fucked up stuff but so have we, so have you. He’s been for seven and a half years in there, if we’re going by your logic we all would need to be locked up”
Your breaths were heavy and harsh, almost as if they were cutting cracks into your throat, but you didn’t care. This goddamn injustice was going on and on for years now, sentencing him to a whole life in prison while she wasn’t an ounce better and was allowed to live her life freely, as if she hadn’t massacred people without the bat of an eyelid.
You had all done the most terrible things to survive, but only for him it got turned into the most horrible deed a human being could do.
“Careful”, she warned you, stepping closer as her eyes bored into yours.
“So this is gonna be like always, huh? Someone has another opinion and you shut it down, no matter what”, pure frustration was speaking out of you, calmer now but still firm, fueled by the discussion from earlier. She huffed, shaking her head before her eyes arrowed once more dangerously.
“Do you really want to test me?”, she asked, a just as dangerous calmness spread over her face,”I can take your privileges of seeing him, just like that.”
For a moment, you just stared at her in disbelief, shocked by the person in front of you that didn’t seem at all like the friend you once had, and pushed into more fear of actually having to fight for seeing Negan.
“You can’t-“
“Yes I can”, she cut you off, glaring at you before she took a step closer to you, her voice dangerously calm,”And you know what I’ll do too? I’m excluding you of the council. You’re endangering us by slipping a prisoner intel.”
For a second, you felt like you were falling into a hole yourself, as if she had pulled the rug from beneath your feet. 
You had fought for your place there, no matter what you were thinking about the current situation. This place at the council had taken much time and work, she couldn’t just take that away from you. She couldn’t just exclude you because of a disagreement,
“For the last time, I’m not slipping him-“, you tried to defend yourself one last time before you caught in her glance that it was over for now, that no matter what you would say now would make the situation any bit better, but would actually make it worse, in the most horrible case for Negan too.
”I really don’t know you anymore. I always thought you’d be the reasonable one. Turns out you’re not”, you huffed, pain finding its way into you about the friend in front of you that was completely lost now.
“If you think that. Then so be it”, she coldly retorted, as if nothing of what you had said just nearly touched her, nor made her care, letting the shock and frustration overshadow the pain within you quickly.
This was the situation seven years ago all over again.
Negan was the monster, you were the traitor and everybody else was the knight in shining armor.
And these old, conserved feelings let more anger wash up in you, along with the thought of what could await Negan now that she really seemed to go through with her plan no matter what you said. And this all was pressing in on you, like a burden that was collapsing on your shoulders.
You stared at her for a moment longer, a small part of you hoping that she’s still change her mind, let at least shine through that she cared a little but nothing,
There was nothing but coldness in her eyes.
“Screw You, Michonne. Seriously, screw you”, it slipped out of your lips, your voice trembling as you couldn’t keep any of your fury cooped up anymore that mixed with the deep rooted agony. 
You didn’t care if you were being the one fleeing right now as you shoved yourself past her and rushed out of the house, you were just done with the whole day so far.
You just wanted to get to Negan now.

The way to the cell felt longer than usual.
With each step you could feel more tears forcing themselves into your eyes, turning your view into a blurry mess while all the thoughts and things Michonne had said were pressing in on you. You were able to keep them in for now, keep them from spilling over but while you kept them in it felt like you were bottling them dangerously up, forcing them to escape later with a harsher pressure.
It felt like the old times, like all these years ago and you hated every single bit of it.
Your whole body stayed tense until the very moment you stepped into the cell and felt Negan’s worried glance on you until his strong arms wrapped around you and finally pulled you into his soothing embrace.
”What happened?”, you heard him ask as you buried your head into his warmth, the tone in his voice indicating that part of him already knew what this was all about, still, you answered.
”Michonne happened.”

Negan’s arms were still wrapped around you as you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning into his side while you tried to put the day into words and listen to his own encounter with Michonne as well, to her mocking in response to his statement that he had changed, to what she was planning to do with the cell, and on top of all, to Judith who had just tried to get help with her homework and was now most certainly in trouble as well.
The words just kept spilling out of your both mouths, as if the bottle was finally opened and all the suspense could flow out.
”Shit…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned you in any fucking way, I-”, he grumbled, utter guilt stuck in his voice after hearing of your exclusion of the council, made my Alexandria’s leader herself.
”This isn’t your fault, she would’ve known either way”, you mumbled back, glancing up into his hazel eyes that ran over your face, brushing over your features as he slowly nodded, before he gulped thickly.
”The thing about the windows…, don’t worry, alright?”, he asked, holding you a little tighter as he glanced from you to the windows and back, all while you shook your head and felt the next rush of frustration coming over you.
“No Negan, this isn’t fair”, you said, the mumbling from before turning into a tense and now also trembling mess, ”She can’t just keep pretending that she’s the saint and cut you off from everything as if you’re some blood thirsty monster.”
Your breath was heavy enough to make your chest shake harshly as all the thoughts that had rushed through your head during your argument with her streamed back into your head.
You had told him everything, everything but about your fear of a relapse.
You just didn’t want to worry him even more or worse, provoke a backslide all the more by showing him your fear.
But you couldn’t fool Negan, couldn’t in the past, couldn’t do now and as his arm around you tightened and his eyes kept sticking to your face, as if he was trying to read your thoughts you knew already what he was gonna ask next.
”There’s more, huh?”, his own voice was filled with concern, paired with the knowledge that you were keeping something from him to not worry him more than he already was.
A thick sigh fell from your lips as your glance wandered from him to the cement ground for a moment, realizing as always that you had to tell him, no matter the effect it could have.
“I’m just…I’m afraid”, you mumbled, licking your lips nervously as you glanced back up at him and allowed a shivering breath to leave your lips before you rose your voice,”I don’t…I don’t want you them to push you into that hole again.”
“I won’t fall into that hole again, Baby”, he retorted in the matter of seconds while his tension filled glance grew softer and his arms held you a little tighter.
“Come on, as long as I got ya I’ll be all fine”, he added in the very next moment, watching your reaction closely as he gave you a small chuckle that paired with a small grin ,”Seriously, things are different now than they were back then.”
“I know…I’m just frustrated…”, you mumbled, feeling how he reached up and let the palm of his large hand cup the side of your face to let his thumb brush over it, brushing of some dried tears and soothing you with his touch.
“I know, Sweetheart”, he muttered with a nod, leaning in to press a small kiss to your lips while you softly nodded and allowed yourself to sink for a moment into him.
“But this isn’t done…I’ll talk to her again when things have calmed down a little. I won’t let her take this away from you”, you added as soon as his lips parted from yours, giving in to an inner urge to not loose the very last hope you had, maybe to not go crazy once for all.
“You first get back into the council, that’s more important than my windows”, he softly chuckled, pulling you closer before you quickly shook your head. 
“No, it’s not”, you mumbled with a soft sigh, “Council’s one shitshow either way, as long Michonne doesn’t change it’s just sham.”
Negan just softly nodded, keeping you close as he leaned in for another kiss and let his lips caress over yours, allowing to let the frustration beat the retreat a little and instead fill you with comfort until he backed a little away and gave you a slight grin.
“Whatever comes next, we’ll get through this. Fuckin’ know it”

“Come here”, Negan mumbled as he settled a few soothing kisses and touches later into the pillow at the end of the bed, spreading his arms and nodding with a soft smile towards them. Slowly nodding you responded by shifting towards him over the sheets, sniffing just slightly for the last time before you dove into his embrace.
With a soft hum you nuzzled your head into the curve of his neck and moved your leg over his hip, allowing you to sink into his side as your arm slung around his torso and hugged him back.
His arms were holding you tightly as his lips pressed a warm kiss to your forehead, allowing his beard stubble to tickle your skin and form a small smile on your lips. 
“Y’know, I still got something for ya….hope it lifts your mood a little”, he mumbled after only  few moment had passed as he shifted a little and stuck his fingers into his pant’s pockets, rummaging as you hummed in confusion and heard him letting out a low chuckle.
“Won’t be my dick this time, I promise”, he laughed quietly before the movements stopped as he slowly got his hand out of his pockets. “Don’t know if you thought I forgot about it but damn, I didn’t”, he mumbled, as he formed his hand into a fist, hiding what was hidden within, “Couldn’t repair your bracelet but I…well lets say I improvised a little.”
With these words and another small chuckle he opened his hand, revealing what was hiding in its large palm. 
A ring, the one that had just a small while ago laid in the box with the goods he was trying to repair. Before the troughs of its metal had been empty, its stones gone for years but now they were filled up again with the tiny white diamonds that had once belonged to your bracelet.
“Finished it before gettin’ out…just weren’t sure when to give it to ya, so now seems like a good moment”, he said, a little tension stuck in his voice as you slowly lifted yourself a little, enough to prop yourself on one elbow and glance at the small good in his hand.
“It’s beautiful”, you mumbled, feeling how a larger smile was growing on your lips as soon as you touched the ring and realized how many curses he must have lost over it, trying to glue the small stones with his large hands to the thin ring. He’d lost his patience over all the other goods, but he had finished this one, no matter how many nerves it must have cost him.
“Damn glad you like it”, you heard him mumble as he shifted a little up in the pillows as you glanced once more at the familiar stones that twinkled in the light before you looked up into Negan’s hazel eyes.
“’Course I do…thank you so much”, you said, keeping the smile on your lips as you leaned in and kissed him softly, caressing your lips over his as his touch made the frustration vanish some more and brought you deeper into this moment in which you could forget about the rest of day that suddenly seemed to become much better.
“How much did you curse over it?”, you chuckled softly against his lips as he leaned in to peck you once more.
“Oh way too much…doesn’t matter tho”, he mumbled, pulling you into another kiss until you could feel him tensing a little as soon as your lips left his. 
“I just..I want you to know what I want that little fucker to represent”, he mumbled as you backed a little away, enough to glance into his eyes and catch the muscles in his face twitching, almost as if he was nervous.
“Meant what I said…as long as we two got each other everything’s fine as hell, was always that way”, he grumbled, sitting himself a little more up as he still held onto the ring in his hand, “You and me, that’s all we fucking need.”
“Yeah”, you mumbled with a nod as you reached up and caressed your fingertips over his beard stubble, smiling softly at him. You could feel him shifting a little more, enough to sit straight up and reach out to your legs to pull them over his legs and hug you closer as he cleared his throat softly, clenching his jaw as he grew a little more nervous.
“I know I can’t marry you the damn real way here…shit, can’t even propose the fuckin’ way I’d like…I’m just”, he stopped, shaking his head as he run one hand over his stubbly jaw ,”Talkin’ too much”
Your heart was already speeding up as you heard his words echoing through your head and felt how his hand that was still holding the ring was beginning to trace over your leg, nervously fumbling on the loose threads. 
“I just, I want you to know that we both are set in damn stone,…real damn marriage…not how it was with- them...”, he mumbled, struggling on that one word before he glanced up at you and pulled you a little tighter against him,”The fucking real way.”
The smile on your lips grew wider as you watched him relax a little in response to your reaction, grinning as he bit his lip.
 “And shit, we’ve actually been having that for all this time…no matter if we talked about it or not…you’re mine and holy shit I am fuckin’ yours, with neck and crop…and dick”, he chuckled with a wider grin, playfully squeezing your waist before he stroked softly along it, “And that won’t fuckin’ ever change.”
“We’re the real damn deal”, he added with a soft chuckle, holding you close as you nodded softly, feeling the warmth spreading further through your body, sweeping into every little inch of yours and turning the rest anger into happiness.
“Yeah”, you mumbled, running your hand up his chest until you let it rest on its center and glanced happily at him,”We are.”
“Now that finger looks a little naked, huh?”, Negan grumbled in the next moment, nodding down to the hand on his chest before he glanced for a short moment up to grin at you and moved the ring closer towards it.
It only needed another soft nod of yours for him to pick your hand up and slip the slim ring over your finger, just as smooth as you had once done it when you had tried its damaged form on months ago, even though it felt so much better now.
And as your lips crashed onto his this time it felt like you were giving each other a silent promise on top of it, sealing off what had already been clear to the both of you all these years. Of course, you couldn’t marry with all the bells and whistles but Negan was right on this, as long as you both knew what your relationship meant to you, it was more than enough. 
“Y’know, if you wanna and if the situation will ever allow it, we can do it with all the little shit…hell, I can do more to make this all better…I-”, 
“You don’t need to…this is already perfect”, you muttered back, a soft smile still curling your lips as he stopped for a moment and backed away, enough to glance at you and raise his brows. 
“Negan, this is all I need. If we ever can get married the official way, I’ll marry you without batting an eyelash, but you don’t need to do more…giving the ring now so you can cheer me up and take care of me is so genuine and sweet, and real. That’s the best”, you said, glancing from the ring to his hazel eyes that began to soften even more, just like the smile on his lips that grew larger and the warmth in you that took over once for all.
You could still feel the smile as his lips caressed once more over yours, kissing you deeply as he held you tighter, as if he was never planning on letting you go again. “I love you”, he grumbled against your lips, pecking them as he sighed contently, “More than fucking anything.”
“I love you too”, you mumbled back, smiling softly as your fingers caressed over the salt and pepper stubbled, electing a small purr from deeply within his chest before he shifted a little with you on the bed, enough to move the both of you into the pillows to hold you even tighter.
“By the way…I’m not fuckin’ sweet”, he mumbled with a low chuckle as soon as you had cuddled deeper into his embrace, urging a small laugh to fall from your lips as you backed away again and glanced into his playful and teasing eyes.
“Yeah, you are”, you softly chuckled, grinning at him as you ran your hand over his firm chest, up until you could rest it on his neck and caress the sensitive skin while the tiny diamonds of the gift that was stuck to your finger twinkled in the rest sunlight,”No way you can prove me wrong on this.”
“Oh I could think of a way or two”, he thickly chuckled, grinning suggestively at you while his tongue slipped slowly over his lower lip, “Want me to try out?”
“Sure”, you chuckled back, already feeling how he was pulling you closer before you shot him a playful grin, “Still, you won’t convince me.”
“Oh, you’ll see, Baby. You’ll fucking see”

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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Adaptation”

Summary: When Negan escapes from his cell to find a way to a better future with the reader, he provokes a storm in Alexandria that gets the one person in trouble he wants to protect the most.

the last part / all other previous parts (None of the previous parts have to be read to understand the plot!)

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Sleep was still lulling you into its depths as a low voice began to stream through to you, slowly tickling the consciousness awake.
Softly groaning your tired mind tried to sort the voice into a category as it sounded through your head once more, pushing you enough to the edge of wakefulness to let your eyes flutter slowly open.
Your view was blurry at first, only taking in the brown hair and hazy features of the man in front of you before it got clearer with each passing second.
“Miles?”, you groaned drowsily, wrinkling your brows in confusion before your head bounced into reality and made you remember where you were.
In a bed of the infirmary, not by Negan’s side in the cell.
Working all day and night before laying down to take a nap while all the patients were sleeping –
Shit.
“Oh crap, the patients”, you called out, standing almost straight in your bed as you were suddenly wide awake, cursing yourself for oversleeping.
You had laid down when it had been completely dark outside, now the morning sun was shining brightly through the windows, urging you to realize that your exhaustion had urged your body to take more sleep than you had planned.
“Its fine, they’re all still sleeping, and if they wake up, Karen’s already ready to take care of them. We’re taking over now, came back earlier from the run than we thought”, your co worker said, giving you a small smile as your muscles began to tense a little less and the adrenaline that had rushed through your veins decreased, “I just decided to wake you up so you know we’re back.”
“Okay, thank you…sorry though, just couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore and they were all asleep”, you mumbled, adjusting your clothes as you heft yourself up from the bed and have him an apologizing smile.
“Don’t worry, can’t blame it on you, keeping that thing here going all alone is one hell of a job, no wonder you needed a break”, he chuckled before he nodded towards the half open door, “You mind getting Karen and me up to speed? Then you’re all free for now.”

“And Will’s wound is doing better, still needs the salve Siddiq mixed for him though.. but that must be it”, you said as you found yourself standing ten minutes later in the kitchen of the infirmary while both of them listened to you as you finished going through the list of patients that laid in the beds of the infirmary.
“Great, then we see you back tomorrow, right?”, Karen asked with a smile, already grabbing some bandages while you gave her a small nod.
“Yeah, see ya”, you said back, grabbing your jacket while the anticipation begun to grow in your body, only rising as you finally stepped out onto the porch that was enlightened by the morning sun.
A soft breeze was brushing over your skin, bringing a little peace into your still tried body while a smile began to grow on your lips as you realized that only a few minutes parted you from huddling up to Negan.
You couldn’t wait to feel his arms wrapping around you, feel him tucking you in along with him beneath the blanket and nuzzle your nose into the warmth of his neck just so you could doze back off and get something of the sleep back you lost while treating the patients all night. Your thoughts only let the smile grow wider as you hopped down the stairs of the porch and made your way down the street, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun that danced over your skin.
A content sigh left your lips as you made your way further down the street, your eyes fixing on the path you were making every single day for the last seven years before a figure made its way into your field of vision that threw your good mood slowly off.
His face was twisted in anger, the eyebrows pulled into a tight curve, his eyes squinting even though it couldn’t cover the furiousness burning within them while his hands clutched a piece of paper while he stumped towards you.
For a moment, you questioned that Kent was walking towards you, wondering if it had to do anything with the bad news about Rosita and Eugene you had gotten yesterday but with each step he came closer, you excluded it more and more.
He was having you as his target, for whatever reason.
“You wanna tell me anything about this?!”, he growled, as only a couple feet parted you, the hand with the paper sheet rising up, almost holding it into your face as you glanced full of confusion at him.
“What is this?”, you only choked out watching as more fury spread over his features with each of your words.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”, he growled, his jaw clenching threateningly as he pushed the sheet finally into your hands.
“Laid on his bed in his cell, you wanna explain this?”
With now shaking hands you began to unfold the paper, still utterly confused and with the worst scenarios sneaking into your head before your eyes eventually scanned over the familiar handwriting that shook you to the core.

I’m coming back, Sweetheart. Gabriel let the door open and I had to take the damn chance. I’ll be fine, so don’t you worry your pretty head off. Don’t risk shit and come after me, just trust me. I’ll make it right for us.
Love you more than fucking anything.
– Negan

“He’s gone”, Kent spellt it out for you as an icy shudder ran down your back while your eyes went over and over along the lines, still feeling as if you were caught in a surreal dream instead of reality.
“You set this up with him? Pushing the fault on Gabriel? You-”, Kent growled out but instead of reacting to his accusations your mind ran past it, your head only twirling around Negan as you cut him off.
“He can’t be gone-…I-”, you stumbled, your fingers clamping on the edge of the sheet, your eyes still tracing over it over and over again while your throat was beginning to tighten as your body filled with worry and more confusion. Before you could even notice anything else you felt yourself moving past him, urged to see it for yourself, urged to go to the place you last saw Negan.
“Where the hell are you going?”, you heard the man snap, keeping up with you as you rushed down the still empty streets of Alexandria.
“I…I have to see this for myself.”

Your breath was shivering and harsh as you stumbled down the stairs, almost falling as you felt your legs becoming weaker with each step while your trembling hands still clutched the handwritten note.
Part of you still tried to convince yourself hat you were still laying in the bed at the infirmary your mind was only churning up an odd dream fueled by your body’s exhaustion but as soon as you stepped into the cellar even this part vanished into thin air.
The cell was empty.
For a moment you froze to the spot before you stumbled slowly into the cell, glancing around the room, at the bed where Kent had found the note you were holding in your hands as if your life depended on it.
“You’re gonna stop playing that game now?”, you heard Kent’s voice suddenly behind you, snapping you out of the trance the shock had kept you in while you first realized what he was accusing you off.
“I am not playing any game”, you choked out as you turned around, glancing into his furious eyes that contributed to the mess of emotions that was beginning to whirl faster through you,”How the hell should I’ve helped him?”
You could feel yourself torn up between the worry of what would happen now and the rising anger of Kent’s accusation, only fueled by a provoking rising of his eyebrows as if you were pulling an act on him.
“I haven’t seen him since yesterday midday, I was at the infirmary the whole time, ask the patients or Miles and Karen…”, you said, just as shaky as peeved, too shaken by what was happening around you to react to the mess he was trying to throw at you.
“Sure thing, (Y/N)”, he snapped sarcastically, shaking his head as he stared with you before he let out a thick huff and stormed up the stairs, following the voices that were beginning to grow louder outside the jail.
A shaky breath fell from your lips as you found yourself alone in the middle of the cell, still confused and as if you were stuck in a surreal dream.
You found yourself sitting down on his bed, staring at the note in your hands while reality began to sneak up on you and began to filter your emotions out of the mess that was whirling through you.
You weren’t mad at Negan, not at all. You’d always wanted him out of this cell, but with these circumstances right now, you were more worried than anything.
He was one strong and big man, but also one that hadn’t been outside for seven years and hadn’t even killed nor seen a walker since then. 
He was lacking practice and even though you trusted in his skills and determination, even the fittest fighters were able to get lost and hurt out there.
And that was the last damn thing you wanted.

For the first time in all these years, Negan could actually feel the sun shining down on him. Not just some light beaming through the windows of his cell, no, actual sunshine that seemed to surrounded all of him as he sat at the door of an empty caravan, chewing on some of the tomatoes he’d taken with him out of Alexandria. It wasn’t too much, but it was fine for the start.
Being outside was great, so damn great that it still felt little surreal even though he had to pay for it with a bittersweet taste that came along with the new grasped freedom.
He was alone, no living fuck anywhere around him and, and this bothered him much more right now, he still had to make a plan on how to act out what had actually made him leave the cell.
He still had to find a way to make it all right, to change his and her future into a brighter one than the one that had awaited them in the dark cell and fuck, he had to do so before anyone could find him outside here. They were probably all swarming out by now, trying to make up where he could go and how to catch him
All he hoped for at least was that they had found his letter and Gabey was man enough to admit that he had fucked up locking his cell door, putting no blame on his girl and leaving her the fuck alone.
A low groan left Negan’s lips as he swallowed the last piece to the tomato and washed it with the last gulp of water left in his bottle down, trying to shut down his worried thoughts and instead focus on his goal.
Pinching the bridge of his nose he breathed thoroughly out, clenching his jaw as he silenced his mind before a noise sounded through his head that he hadn’t heard in years.
A sickly sounding groan combined with snapping sounds of rotting teeth clashing on one another and low growls that were heralding the slowly approaching threat.
And even after all this time his instincts still reacted as fast as a lightning bolt striking through the air, forcing him to snap around as look into the dead eyes that were fixing on him.
A fucking dead asshole, with rotting skin dangling of its bones, threatening to fall off of it with every slurfing step it took as it rounded the caravan and snapped its jaw at Negan. Quickly, it elicited an annoyed huff to fall from his lips as he raised his body up and grabbed the shovel he took from Alexandria, ready to kill his first walker since seven years.

“It was my fault…I was thinking about Rosita-…I left the cell door open”, Gabriel’s voice sounded through the window in Negan’s cell through to you, eliciting a wave of relieve to wash over your body. For the last bit you’d only heard a bunch of people outside the cell wondering and theorizing about how Negan had escaped, some speaking in your favor while others were ranting about how it had only been a matter of time till you’d help him get out.
You hadn’t bothered to leave the cell and defend yourself once more, still too startled and worried to do much. 
A small part of what they said was right, you had lost some thoughts about letting him leave, but not out of spite towards the others, but for his wellbeing, especially during the time he had been nearly suicidal.
You’d always feared he’d fall into this hole again but no matter what you had thought, Negan had kept you from thinking any more about it than the bare minimum.
You could still hear him say he wouldn’t leave, even if you’d rip the door out of its angles, not wanting to risk your place in Alexandria and exchange it for a life on the run just so he could be a free man.
And he was right in the end, you’d always want him to leave the peaceful way, maybe get integrated into the community, no matter how surreal that seemed to the most.
Still, he was gone now.
Because it had been Gabriel to leave the door open, and not you.
A thick huff left your lips as you stared to your hands, hoping to grasp any sane thought even though the voices outside made thinking clearly even harder.
“We have to leave now and get him before Michonne returns. Can’t risk it.”
“Gotta plan it thoroughly. We need to have groups in all directions and with enough people…he’s an asshole but sly as a fox, we need to be sure to get him once we spot him.”
An ice cold shudder ran down your back as you listened to their voices, realizing once more that this was the bitter reality.
Of course they were gonna search for him.
A shivering sigh rumbled through your body as you sprung up, glancing through the windows that were showing you the Alexandrian’s that must have almost forgotten about you in their anger and almost panic.
They were still talking as they were slowly departing from the cell, making up a plan to catch Negan as fast as they could and with that, arguing about the one thing you couldn’t let happen.
No matter what Negan had asked you to do, no matter how much you liked to be able to stay back, trust him, follow his plea for once and hope that everything would just work out, you couldn’t.
You had to find him.
Before they did.

“Home, Sweet Home”, the words rolled from Negan’s lips smoothly as he finally stared at the familiar in front of him, the dark fabric that stood tall and impressive in front of him, like the stronghold it had always been.
His eyes wandered over his old home, the place that might help him to turn shit around for him and his girl now, all while a small grin forming on his lips for the first time in hours.
Till now, this fucking day hadn’t been much of a lucky one.
Killing walkers was as much of a pain in the ass as ever, especially when one of them lands on your supplies and taints them with its mushy and bloody fuckery of a body.
Drinking water out of a small river was a damn dumb idea too, that was noted in the back of his mind now as well, mostly after his body had cranked in disgust until all the shit that had swum in his stomach had left his body the wrong way out, and as a special treat, right at the damn clearing this whole shit had begun.
Fuck, he wasn’t even sure what had urged him there, regret, nostalgia, whatfuckingever, still the odds weren’t much in his favor and rather taunting to force him to throw up especially there.
Next damn thing had been a bunch of wild dogs that had almost torn him apart in a shop for clothes, ending up with him saving his ass in the very last minute.
But hey, at least he had a new fucking leather jacket, and damn that smooth shit felt so much better than that prison suit on his skin.
And now, it almost felt a little like it used too, a leatherjacket slung around his torso, a grin on his lips and a metal pipe resting on his shoulder like his dirty girl had used to.
Maybe this old place could help him with a new start.
Maybe this could be it.
Maybe.

A few food cans were clicking in your backpack, the knife tightly in your hands as you shuffled from the road first into the woods, hoping that the other Alexandrian’s wouldn’t directly see you and keep you from searching for him.
You stayed at its edge though, enough to see the road to keep track on where you were heading while you made your way through the undergrowth, each step determined.
He could be going anywhere judging from his note that seemed to say much by saying nothing concrete at all as well, for obvious reasons, still, your head was working on full speed, trying to figure out where to go, where to search for him.
He wanted to change something, for you two, so maybe he was going back to the root of it all to find a start.
The Sanctuary.
“(Y/N)”, a familiar voice made you flinch, echoing from the road through the trees as it let you immediately flinch up and turned your head towards its source.
“Judith? What are you doing outside?”, you choked out the moment you saw the girl standing on the blacktop, glancing at you while she clutched the heavy colt in her hands. 
“Same as you, I guess”, she said, shrugging her shoulders as you sighed and climbed out of the undergrowth of the woods, glancing to your sides to see if she was alone before a thicker huff left your lips.
“Judith, you can’t go out alone, what if-”
“Well now I’m not alone anymore, right?”, she said, nodding towards you and actually eliciting a small chuckle off your lips before you stepped closer to her, torn between what to do now before you already saw her changing the look in her eyes, almost as if she could guess that you’d tell her to let you take her home, to not get her into even more danger than she already was by simply being outside.
“I won’t go back…and I still got something to tell you”, she said, glancing up from beneath her Sheriff’s hat as you let out another sigh.
“Judi-”
“I let him go”, she mumbled, widening your eyes only with this small sentence as he pressed her lips sheepishly on one another before raising her voice again.
“I saw him climbing over the wall…he promised me not to hurt anyone, not even if they’d tried to hurt him…so I let him leave”, she said, huffing softly as her fingers fumbled on the metal of her gun, “He said he’ll make everything alright for you both, that’s why he had to go.”
A heavy breath fell from your lips as you listened to her, hearing those words again that fitted to the one on the note that were stuffed into the pockets of your pants.
“Maybe I can help you find him before the others, so you can talk to him”, she said, glancing up at you with that look that told you that she wouldn’t take a ‘no’ nor would she let you walk her home, back to Alexandria that must be about an hour march away by now.
“Okay…but you’ll stay right by my side”, you eventually said reluctantly after a couple moments of pondering and hoping that you’d be earlier back than Michonne before you watched a smile spreading over the girl’s lips.
“Great!”, she exclaimed, a wide smile spreading over her lips as she grabbed her colt tighter, held her hat with the other hand and began to sprint forward over the street, leaving your side within seconds.
“You’re coming?”, she called the next moment, turning around to look smiling but challenging at you before you couldn’t hide a grin as you shook your head and let out a small laugh.
“What did I just say?”

This wasn’t what he had wanted, not even what he had fucking expected the he had stood outside, all enthusiastic and hopeful too see his old home after all this time again. But there he was now, sitting in the great hall of the Sanctuary, or rather of what was left of it. 
It looked like nothing ever had happened here, as if this factory had been empty from the moment on the world had gone to shit.
As if no people had ever buzzed through this hall, working and selling their goods.
As if he had never held meetings in the room far up in the Sanctuary’s floors.
As if there never had been life inside these walls.
As if everything he had worked for and built up had never taken place. 

He didn’t even know what he had exactly expected when he had arrived here, after seven and a fucking half years. He’d known a couple things, the stuff (Y/N) had heard and told him, but even she hadn’t known everything about this place, nor its downfall. 
But here, here was nothing left. No person alive, just dead fuckers and one of his former lieutenants who had also seemed to have kicked the bucket years ago.
But shit, at least he’d stayed till the very end…oppositely to everybody else.
A thick gulp traveled down Negan’s throat as he glanced around from his crouched position on the couch in the middle of the hall at the furniture he had found sprawled out across the place and which was now aligned to a small room, almost as big as his cell back in Alexandria.
He couldn’t deny that part of him had hoped that moving things around and creating a little space with them would elicit a feeling of comfort in him, but there was nothing.
Just emptiness.
The ring for his girl he had stuffed into his pant’s pocket before escaping his cell was pressing now into his skin, as if it was trying to remind him that it was still present, urging and pushing his mind to rotate over and over again, churning him up from the very inside.
He’d really hoped he’d find something here that could help him change the situation, change their future and make it better, whatever the hell it might be.
But with nothing left here, his hopes seemed to dangle on a thin thread, daring to tear each other second.
Running his hand over his face, along the scruffy salt and pepper beard and over his mouth that had changed from a grin back into a form that looked like the one of a pissed off but especially sad smiley, he glanced around once more, feeling how a thick lump was forming in his throat, growing along with his desperation.
No matter how much he wished for some solution to pop up in his head, for this place to change into something better just like the future he had longed for, he realized with every minute he spent within these walls that there was none.
Not outside here at least.
Here was nothing to built up on, nothing but dead fuckers and ruined buildings.
He hated to admit it, hated even more that this was the painful truth, but there was not only more for him back in Alexandria, but also more for her, for them both.
He had to go back.

“Oh no”, you huffed as you spotted the approaching four walkers between the trees, stumbling through the undergrowth you were making your way through along with Judith.
“I’ll help”, she said as soon as you grabbed your knife, keeping it tightly in your hands before you turned around and glanced right at her.
“Oh no, I know you can do this but there’s enough trouble going on right now. I won’t get you into any more danger”, you said, trying to work against her stubborn little head while the groans of the dead got louder, “Those aren’t that many, I can take care of them, just stay here.”
You saw her nodding for a moment, right before your glance stayed a little longer on her before you turned back around and stepped towards the growling walkers that were already stretching their rotting arms out for you.
With a huff you grasped the wooden handle of the knife tighter, stepping closer towards the first dead one as you kicked its weak legs back, snapping them by the knees into half and forcing it to stumble back into the ground, harmless enough for you to step over it and drive your knife into its skull.
Sighing heavily you marched towards the other three, while you heard an approaching engine in the distance that pushed itself into your head as you made your way closer to the walkers.
It were probably Alexandrians on their way to search for Negan, and while the thought of them finding him brought nausea over you again you forced yourself to concentrate on the threat right in front of you.
You were swinging in a deadly trance as you fought walker after walker, panting as you struggled a little with the last and tallest one until its body finally got limp and fell lifeless to the ground.
Just as you caught your breath again and shook the blood of the knife, ready to turn around to Judith your body flinched up in shock by the sound of a gunshot echoing through the air.
Gasping for air you turned around, already seeing what you had expected, Judith was gone, and so was her colt, the gun that had to be responsible for the shot.
“Fuck!”, you cursed loudly, filled with desperation and worry as you glanced around, trying to retrieve the source of the shot before you saw her standing on the blacktop of the road, a good bit away from your position in the woods, her body crouched, as if she was talking to someone or something on the ground.
“Goddamn it”, you cursed under your fastening breath, already imagining the worst as you rushed through the undergrowth, trying to stay upright and not to trip over every root and bush in your way.
You were only a few dozen meter away from reaching the blacktop as you finally saw a figure appearing beside her, tall and broad, right before this figure became a person whose appearance took your breath away once more.
“Negan”, you breathed out, still not fully believing your eyes as your footsteps fastened, almost entangling with the undergrowth as you rushed through it until you reached the wood’s edge with a harshly beating heart and relief that began to wash all over you.
You mumbled his name again the moment your eyes finally caught his, softening them as you watched a smile growing on his lips, pushing his dimples forward beneath the salt and pepper stubble.
“You’re okay”, you mumbled with another relieved sigh, rushing towards him, lost in your emotions until you could finally feel his arms wrapping around your body and pulling you close against his.
“Yeah..’cept for that this little lady shot me off the damn motorcycle”, you heard him mumble into your hair with a low chuckle, right before the adrenaline in your veins sunk a little and you began to combine what had just happened and look around you.
Not only Negan was here, clad into a new leather jacket instead of the prison suit, there was also a motorcycle almost laying beside the road, its frontwheel still spinning slightly from the sudden impact it had gone through by Negan’s fall after Judith’s shot.
“Jud-”, you called out, spinning in his arms around to her before he pulled you closer and made you look at him, calming you a little with his touch that felt soothing after the distress and nerve-racking emotions the day had put you through till now.
“She told me she’d shoot if she’d see me again here so…”, he mumbled with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders slightly before you heard the voice of the girl sounding through the air again.
“I’ll give you a second…”
“But don’t go too far, okay? Can’t have you slipping away again…I just don’t want you hurt, Judith”, you said, giving her a caring but warning look in response to what had happened just minutes ago before she nodded, this time more genuinely, before grabbing her colt and walking a bit until plunging down onto the edge of the blacktop.
Breathing throughly through you forced your glance from Judith and instead closed your eyes as you hugged Negan back again, nuzzling your nose into his neck while you could feel more and more burden falling off your shoulders until his voice rumbled through to you.
“You’re not mad at my ass?”
“No…you just scared the shit out of me, you got no idea how many of them are out here searching for you”, you muttered back, sighing quietly as you huddled up to him ,”I’m just so glad you’re fine.”
For another moment he stayed quiet, just cradling you and allowing you to calm down until your mind was less of a mess again before he shifted uncomfortably.
“Sweetheart?”, he mumbled, pushing you with the tension in his voice to make you dive out of his neck’s curve and look into his eyes ,“I’m going back”
“What?”, it directly jumped out of your lips, eliciting confusion once more as you stared blankly at him.
In your euphoria you hadn’t even wasted a thought to what was coming next, if he was staying outside, what he had wanted to do for the both of you or if he had a new plan, but even though you could have imagined many answers, going back wasn’t one of the first ones you thought of.
“Cell and all…I’m going back to Alexandria”, he added, clearly and determined, leaving no space for doubt even though confusion was still keeping all of your facial expression hostage.
“I uhm…I thought I could change something”, he mumbled, sighing as he stared for a moment into the woods before his glance met yours again,”For us…get us that damn future we’ve been thinking’ ‘bout.”
A weak, even sad smile was growing on his lips, catapulting your thoughts to your talks about the wishes the cell wouldn’t let you fulfill.
”Now I know I…I know I can’t”, he mumbled, gulping thickly as his voice was filled with pain and defeat while a heavy breath rumbled through his his chest.
“Sanctuary’s gone…all of it…and-…fuck, there’s no damn other way out here for me to prove to them that I ain’t belong into that cell”, he said, trying to keep himself talking while you just looked at him, allowing him to get everything off his chest that needed to leave.
“And I won’t bring you out here into this shit world for sure. Not you…not anything that could ever be on the way”, he mumbled with another sad smile, caressing the side of your stomach before he sighed once more and clenched his jaw uneasily, “There’s no future out here…I gotta accept that.”
“In Alexandria, hell I know you’re safe, I know you got a doc when you need one, got shit to fill your stomach”, he chuckled softly as he rose his voice again, trying to lift both of your moods as a small grin slipped into the sad smile,”And I got some gossip at my little window, and that’s better than those fuckin’ dead asshats tryin’ to turn my ass into a snack.”
“Are you sure?”, was the first thing to slip out of your lips as you were glancing concerned at him, “I don’t want you to feel like you gotta go back just for me…I don’t want that.”
“It’s all fine, Sweetheart. Trust me, it’s fine”, he said the moment your voice hushed, leaving you no space to argue his decision. For another moment, you looked at him, watching his reaction, the glance that was filled with genuineness and muscles that were relaxed, as if he was at peace with his choice. 
“And who knows…maybe I get the chance to prove other shit”, he mumbled, tipping in to plant a small kiss on your lips before backing away and capturing your eyes once more, “I’m not givin’ up on our future, just gotta find a different way.”
Softly, you nodded, still trying to sort the mess in your head that slowly got less entangled by the relief that washed more and more through your veins.
“And at least I got a new leather jacket, knew you were always a sucker for that”, he added with another low chuckle, eliciting to let a soft laugh fall from your lips as well before another voice made you turn around.
“Are you ready? Can we go home?”, Judith asked, glancing at you out of a little distance before you gave her a smiling nod and stepped finally out of Negan’s embrace.
“Yeah, we can go home”, you said, seeing a small smile growing on her lips as well before she turned around and marched forward, the sheriff hat on her head swinging a little from side to side as it was still way too large before your eyes detached from her and found Negan again.
“Everything will work out just fuckin’ fine”, he mumbled, taking his first steps to follow Judith and grasping your hand in the process, engulfing it in his large palm and squeezing it softly, letting you hope that he was right, letting you hope that there was no aftermath to his escape, letting you hope for your future.

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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Who Are You Now”

Summary: While Alexandria’s newbies start a debate within the community, Judith’s talk with Negan and another unexpected encounter let the reader ask herself what would happen if a tiny version of both of them was on the way.

the last part / all other previous parts (None of the previous parts have to be read to understand the plot!)

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Warm lips brushed along your neck, peppering your skin with small kisses and soft nibbles as strong arms pulled you closer into a comforting warmth.
Years had passed, around six to be more certain, and still his touch let the same warmth run through your body as at the beginning, stronger even.
You still craved for it, enjoying every second of his closeness whenever you could have it, hear the deep voice of his, take his comforting scent in and feel his warmth.
Over all this time, some things had changed and some others had stayed the very same.
He was still in the cell, hadn’t left the cellar in all these years and you were still laying on a cheap mattress in the corner of the room.
After things had calmed down in Alexandria after Rick’s death, you had given it a few careful tries to talk to Michonne, tried to get her to at least let him out for a couple or even just an hour a week to work outside and see something else than those gray walls.
But your tries had been unsuccessful.
So you changed your tactics and this time, it actually worked.
When Negan couldn’t get out, you were gonna get him more things inside.
Michonne gave eventually in, realizing that you were right, realizing what would happen if Negan, in the fragile mental state he had been in, wouldn’t get any distraction.
So you began to add things to the few books and magazines you had fought hard for in the first and a half year to get inside.
First more magazines and books from the shelves you had access too, trying to grasp the ones that could spark Negan’s interest the most.
Then a carpet for the cold stone in front of his bed and some other decoration, since you figured it would make it a little easier if this empty cell looked at least a little more homey.
After that you found a baseball glove and a ball on a run, as well as a tiny baseball bat figure which you hoped would make a tiny bit up for the absent Lucille, that you had never been able to find all this time.
Not outside, not inside the walls even though your feeling still told you that the latter was the case, somewhere in a room of Michonne’s where you couldn’t get to without being caught.
There had been more things you added over time but the latest wasn’t even something you had brought him.
It was a  small wooden animal figure with big cute eyes Judith had brought to him to thank him for helping her with her homework whenever she sat down on the stairs outside next to the cell’s door and asked him for help.
Hell, she was all grown up now, not the cute little toddler anymore but instead an almost ten year old who was stepping into her brother’s footsteps.
Not just character wise, she was also stepping into the role of the older sibling.
It hadn’t taken long after Rick’s death for Michonne to find out that she was pregnant, and which had then been a bittersweet surprise was now a little boy named RJ who was as much of a little fighter as his parents.
Next to those happy moments, there had been incidents on the way until now that had changed Michonne even more than Rick’s death already had, letting her grow colder in some ways, especially about newbies and they way things were run in Alexandria that had kept flourishing over time.

Negan’s lips planted another kiss to your shoulder as he pulled you closer in, letting your back press tighter against his warm chest before his nose nuzzled into your neck, breathing with a hum contently out as memories of the last surprising day rushed into your mind.
“Still need to tell you something”, you mumbled, your voice still a little drowsy as he rose his head from the curve of our neck and raised his dark eyebrows and grinned sleepily at you.
“Couldn’t tell you last night ‘cause someone stopped me before I could get even started”, you teased with a chuckle, remembering his rather stormy welcome last night.
“Oh you never complained about that before”, he grumbled with a low laugh, squeezing your waist playfully as he pressed another kiss to your skin, the grin all over his lips clearly palpable.
“I’m not complaining, just saying”, you mumbled back as he raised his head from your shoulder and allowed you to shift on your back, cuddling a little more into his warmth .
“Now, Baby, what are those news?”, he rasped as his hazel eyes wandered over your face, a fair share of curiosity in his voice as a grin began to spread over his face.
“There are newbies”, you said, watching the surprise spreading over his features as you leaned into his warmth, “Judith brought them in when she was outside with some others, said she wouldn’t move until she was allowed to get them home.”
A laugh rumbled through Negan’s chest as a wider grin spread over his lips, letting his hand leave your waist to run his palm over his beard stubble before he shrugged his shoulders slightly.
“Well shit, that sounds damn much like her”, Negan chuckled throatily and looked with his still sleepy eyes at you.
“Yeah it does, guess she’s pretty much the only reason Michonne hasn’t kicked them out yet…”, you said,  feeling how his fingers traced over your skin until his arm wrapped a little tighter around your body.
“Mhmm…how many are they?”
“Five, four women and one guy…one of them’s hurt, got her shortly before shift end into the infirmary”, you answered, shifting your head a little on his arm while you could see his hazel eyes capturing yours once more.
“And what now? They stay, or what?”
“Don’t know…they’re gonna be put before the council so we’ll see…even though I’m not sure if Michonne just agreed to appease Judith for now”, you mumbled as he rolled on his back, pulling you with him as he let you lean into his side.
An approving hum left Negan’s lips in response to your words while he slowly nodded as he reached out to your leg to hook it over his hip, allowing you to huddle a little closer up.
“Got a tendency?”, he asked, raising his dark brows as his head shifted a little into the pillows and his hand began to slowly trace up and down your spine, letting you smile softly as you shook your head.
“Nah, not yet…but the one in the infirmary seemed alright till now, quiet and a little grumpy but alright”, you mumbled, your glance following your fingertips that ran over his chest, toying softly with the dark hair that peppered it before Negan sighed quietly.
“Seemed”, he grumbled as your glance met his again, a more serious but also a bit concerned expression laying on his handsome features as you slowly began to nod.
“Yeah, I know…still, if we’re putting them in front of the council while already damning them to be bad that whole thing is worth shit so…we better give them a chance to talk to us”, you mumbled, seeing him beginning to slowly nod before he glanced at you.
“Still, take care”, he mumbled, not commanding but rather loving as he pulled you a little closer.
“I will”, you responded, shifting a little to place your head on his slowly rising and falling chest, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin that quickly elicited a content growl to fall from his lips.
You hummed softly as you closed your eyes for another moment, enjoying the caresses of his hand along your back up to your shoulders and neck until his deep voice rumbled through his broad chest.
“You still got that little bag with the rest of the bracelet, right?”, Negan mumbled, eliciting memories of his gift that broke years ago and which you were carrying just as long around with you, still broken and with no real hope that you could fix it.
“Yeah, why?”, you mumbled, shifting to raise your head a little and glance at him.
“Thought I could try to repair it, got enough time on my hands here so I might as well give it a shot”, he mumbled, running his palm over his salt and pepper stubble as he gave you a small smirk.
“Like with the other stuff?”, you teased, nodding to a small box in his nightstand that contained besides a ring with missing diamonds, a tiny but broken musical box, other things you had found on runs which Negan had begun to give them a shot to repair them until he lost his patience, grumbled about how much better he had once been at fixing cars, cursed the living hell out of the items just to try his luck on the next one where the whole circle repeated itself.
“Nah, this one’s different and you know it, won’t stop till I got it fixed”, he grumbled with a chuckle before he raised his dark brows, “So, where is it?”
“Still got it in the side pocket of my jacket”, you said, nodding towards the jacket beside the bed which still laid there since the very moment he had almost torn it off of you in the last night.
Grumbling he shifted a little, stretching to let his long fingers reach into the pocket before he could fish the tiny plastic bag out.
“Shit”, he groaned slightly as he stretched shifting back into the bed, holding it with a wider smirk up as he rolled the tiny diamonds within the bag between his fingertips ,”There ya go…gonna make it all nice for you again.”
“Great”, you chuckled before leaning in to nuzzle your nose into his beard stubble and kiss him softly,“Thank you.”
“Any damn time”, he mumbled, turning his head slightly so his lips could meet yours in a deep kiss before the shrill sound of the alarm clock on his nightstand made you flinch away from him.
“Shit…counsil’s calling”

The church was packed full with residents, from blood young to old, watching the four unscathed members of the five member group standing in front of the large and heavy wooden tables.
Differently to the most you were sitting behind the table along with a couple of others, including Siddiq, Michonne, Gabriel, Aaron and Laura, the blonde woman who had once been one of Negan’s lieutenants.
You had earned your place there behind the table in those years after Rick’s death, slowly leaving the suspicion the most had because of your lasting relationship with Negan behind even though a small rest remained and you knew that the probability was high that it would stay this way.
Still, you were glad about this position even though the decision that literally stood before you right now was more than tricky.
They did seem like alright people, as fine as they could be with as much time as they had spent outside. At least that’s what it looked like as they answered each and every question Gabriel gave them, talked about their group that had once been larger, told you what they had been before the world went to shit.
Magna, the woman with voluminous curly blonde hair with the dark roots and tattoos that covered her body, had been a truck stop waitress.
Conny, the deaf woman with the tight dark curls, had been a journalist who had exposed a bunch of politicians.
Kelly, the youngest of them, translated Conny’s sign language and said that she had been a high school student who the world had gone south and Luke, the corpulent man with the dark hair and a fuzzy beard had been a music teacher.
You could tell that they had changed, not just based on the way they answered to the question who they were now, after all this time of being outside, after all this time of living among the dead.

“Thank you. If that’s everything, I’d like to motion for a vote”, Gabriel eventually said as you watched the four of them shifting from feet to feet in front of you before Michonne’s sudden harsh tone made them stand still.
“I have a question.”
“The chair recognizes our fellow councilperson and head of security”, Gabriel said as his words turned this whole thing way more formal than it actually was.
God, you were sitting in a half build up church that was stock up with all kinds of different chairs and tables from god knows where, not some fancy and slick room in an imposing building.
Michonne’s chair scrapped over the wooden ground as she lifted herself up and slowly walked along the tables until she stood before Magna, eliciting a cold stare in both of the women’s eyes.
“As a community, we want to be kind. We want to be generous. We want to be charitable. But, as we know, decisions like the one we are about to make can come with a heavy price. Can you show me your left hand?”, Michonne grumbled, her hand stemmed into her side, almost as if it would cover the x-shaped scar on the lower left side of her back that remained there for some years.
“Michonne, what are you doing?”, Aaron asked, eyeing her with puckered brows as Michonne turned back to the blonde woman and glared into the dark brown eyes on her opposite, before grabbing her hand and forcefully puling the fingerless glove from her left hand.
”You get that at a truck stop?”, Michonne snapped as she glared from Magna’s hand up to her face that began to wrinkle in anger.
“Screw you”, she growled, staring back into Michonne’s eyes as you tried to get a look at the hand and whatever had been covered underneath the glove. “What is it?”, Aaron spoke out what you were thinking as Michonne turned a little to him, then nodded back to the woman in front of her.
“You wanna tell him?”
“Michonne, if you have something to say-”
“It’s a prison tattoo”, Michonne hissed, raising Magna’s hand once more as you finally caught the small tattoo on her hand’s back that now elicited gasps and murmurs from the people in the church, almost in the way you had been used to see it in movies, when the lawyer revealed the shocking truth about the offender of his client.
“The four dots are the walls. The one in the middle is you, the prisoner. Hard time.”, Michonne hissed with a dangerous calmness as Magna’s frown hardened as you watched the scene while Aaron spoke up once more.
“Look, just because she was a prisoner-”
“I can explain”, Magna cut him off this time, guiding not only yours but seemingly the whole church’s attention back to her, including Michonne’s.
“Oh, you wanna tell the truth?”
“Yes.”
“And you have nothing to hide?”
“Nothing”, Magna hissed once more before you watched Michonne’s brows pucker even more dangerously as each muscle in her body seemed to tense and your glance fell on Judith in the back of the church for a moment, watching the scene half hopefully, half worriedly.
“Put the knife on the table”, Michonne snapped, letting you flinch slightly by the message and sharpness of her voice as you ran over Magna, no chance of finding a knife no matter how hard you looked.
The murmuring within the people grew louder as Magna began to buckle up her belt, suddenly grabbing it to reveal a spiky backside as she shoved it harshly onto the table.
“I remember, and I know that you do, too. So go ahead. Take your vote. I second the motion”, Michonne growled, wrinkling her nose almost in disgust before she turned on her heels and began to walk straight out of the church. “Hey! Can I ask you a question?”, Magna’s voice echoed through the high room by the time Michonne reached the entrance before her voice sounded even harsher than before through the air.
“No.”

It didn’t even take twenty minutes for you to find yourself back in the infirmary after the scene in the church, the vote had been delayed due to Michonne’s departure that gave everyone, including all council members, the feeling that any discussion about them was useless, any vote wouldn’t matter as long as Michonne had the upper hand.
Still, you kept thinking about them and the knives, even though you weren’t as mad as Michonne about them.
Sure, things had happened in those last years that didn’t make it seem like the smartest thing to let these people stay, on the other hand, you all hadn’t been better when you had come into a community after surviving outside.
You could still vividly remember how you hid guns and machetes along with Rick and Michonne before going into Terminus, how you all took either a small knife or something other with you and hid it on your bodies just to be sure to not be completely unweaponed in case things would turn south.
In Alexandria, you hadn’t hid anything, considering your urge and wish to finally being able to stay but Rick had, and you weren’t talking about knives, he had hid a bunch of guns even after living inside the walls for some time.
Those guns could have caused many deaths in the wrong hands, knives on the other hand, what should they do in a community like Alexandria except for selfdefense?
If any of them would just dare to cut or even attempt to stab anyone, they’d have guns to their heads in the matter of seconds.
You didn’t trust them, of course not, but you could see why they did the things they did, hell, you could even see your original group in them.
You wouldn’t directly let them run free in the walls if it was up to you, definitely not, but you wouldn’t kick them out without a second thought either.
It was a hard decision to make, but keeping them under close watch for some time and then decide would probably be the thing most Alexandrians including you would suggest, especially because they were as much of a resource as anyone else.
Every community could need more people and experienced fighters, no matter how well things were going.
But in the end, racking your brain over this was just as useful as a wet match in a dark cave, Michonne was gonna do what she thought was right.
No matter what.

“Airplane “A” and airplane “B” are 1,000 miles apart. If airplane “A” is flying east at 500 miles per hour and airplane “B” is flying west at 650 miles per hour, how-”
“You know what? I would definitely recommend booking a seat on airplane “C,” because that is shaping up to be one hell of a mid-air collision”, Negan cut the girl with a chuckle off, glancing outside as Judith shifted on the stairs and let out an annoyed sigh.
“You gonna help me or what?”, she grumbled, glancing at him, the hat of her brother swaying with the motion.
“All right. Let me ask you somethin’. You ever seen an airplane fly in any direction at any speed?”, Negan asked his student, that not only reminded him of the little badass her brother was but also a little of his students back before shit went south, even though they’d been rather high-school age instead of ten.
“No”, she mumbled, staring down at her book.
“Do you think you ever will?”
“Probably not.”
“So what the hell difference does it make? See, math problems are supposed to apply to the real world. You want my help? Give me a question or a problem from right here, right now”, at least that was what he always thought as a kid, how learning something he could actually use in life than that dry shit school gave him.
A short silence followed before she shut her books abruptly and glanced towards him from the stairs.

“You know the strangers we brought here yesterday? My mom’s gonna make them leave”, she grumbled, huffing as he glanced through the metal bars and remembered the chat from this morning, back when his girl had still laid in his arms.
“Well, (Y/N) told me ‘bout the injured woman they got in the infirmary… but with you telling me about it, I guess you being you, you wanna help ‘em”, he said, chuckling as she shrugged her shoulders.
“I found ’em. I brought ’em here.”
“Lemme tell you something. When I was about your age, I used to bring home stray dogs”, he said, rubbing his palm over his cheek as he could see (Y/N) face right in front of him, that swooning grin on her face as he had first told her about smuggling the dogs into his childhood home. God, she fuckin’ loved that part of the story. Still, that wasn’t the part he was gonna tell now, not the part that little badass needed to hear.
“My mom, she hated it. I never understood why. They always seemed so friendly and grateful. Till one day I brought home the wrong dog”, he added, catching Judith’s attention as she turned a little further towards the window.
“What happened? Did it bite you?”
“Not me. That dog killed all the other strays, chewed off half my mom’s ear when she tried to stop it. The thing is, that dog seemed just as friendly and grateful as the rest of ’em”, he sighed, feeling a little sting within him as he thought about it. Hell, he fuckin’ loved those strays, those nights they slept right next to his bed or kept him playing, but just as much as he had enjoyed it, just as fuckin shitty had it been to see it all fall apart.
“And what about after that? You ever bring home another dog?”, Judith asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as Negan let out a sigh.
“Well, hell no. I wised my ass up”, he said, watching her face fall.
“Yeah”, she grumbled, shutting her book before grabbing it and standing quickly up “And look how great everything turned out for you.”
Well shit, there was the Carl in her comin’ right out.

“Wait a minute. Where you going? I thought you wanted my help”, he called out as she made her first steps towards the other direction.  
“I do, but just with math”, she said, shifting from side to side on her feet.
“Why just math?”, Negan grumbled, raising his brows as he glanced at her.
He was a fuckin’ great teacher, he could help her with most of that schoolwork and hell, it was good to feel like some normality was settling into his day.

“Because it doesn’t matter if you’re a good or bad person on the inside. The numbers don’t care.”

”I go check on her, you go take a break. Susan and Mike are still sleeping so we got some spare time”, Siddiq said as he grabbed his bag with utensils and glanced over at the house on the other side of the street where they had transferred the injured woman along with her fellow group members after the events in the church.
She seemed to do better, even though you could still sense Siddiq’s annoyance about the change of plans that added extra work onto both of your shoulders.
You nodded as you watched him rushing over to the door, stumbling out if it before he made his way quickly over to the other side of the street.
For another moment you glanced into the other room, checking if the other patients where actually asleep before you grabbed some food and got yourself onto the infirmary’s  porch, plopping down on one of the comfortable chairs while the soft wind began to brush over your skin.
You groaned quietly in response to the feeling of comfort that welcomed you in form of cozy pillows, eliciting a content hum as you shifted up and grabbed some bread.
”Can I join?”, you suddenly heard a soft voice ask, urging your glance to snap up as it caught Judith at the end of the stairs, holding a couple of books and glancing hungrily at the goods on the table.
”Sure”, you mumbled with a smile, gulping down your piece of bread as you nodded over at the other chair and leaned back into yours.
”Did Negan help you with that?”, you asked with a soft chuckle as soon as you saw her plunging her books and notes onto the table, exhaling as soon as the burden was off her arms.
”Hmm yes, except for one math problem”, she said with a sigh as she reached out for an apple and eventually let herself fall into the chair.
”How’s that?”
”Was a question ‘bout airplanes and he just said math has to apply to the real world, so I’d need a real world problem so he could answer it”, she said, as she took her first bite and shrugged slightly.
“Maybe because he didn’t know the answer himself”, you joked, chuckling as you glanced over at her and the too large sheriff’s hat that was hovering on her head. You could feel a little warmth growing inside you as you glanced at her, as always when she was talking about the times Negan helped her with her homework or you walked by them as they finished them.
You could see the teacher in him coming out and even more important, laughs and smiles that spread over his lips as he could finally do something to help and get a little variation from the day.
“Maybe”, she eventually snickered, before she grew quiet for a moment, gulping down another piece of her apple before she looked reluctantly over at you.
“About the new people…the woman with the prison tattoo…”, she mumbled, stopping as she glanced to the ground.
“Yeah?”, you asked, raising your brows as she sighed quietly.
“Do you think she’s bad ‘cause she was in prision?”, she mumbled, glancing up at you, with that look in her eyes that already told you that she had thought about this repeatedly since the scene in the church.
“No…no, definitely not”, you mumbled, your mind switching for a moment to Negan, to the cell he was stuck in and the things people thought of him even though they knew nothing more than the things they wanted to see.
You sighed, gulping softly as Judith kept looking at you, as if she needed more than just a ‘No’.
“You know, sometimes things happen to people that put them on the wrong path…but that doesn’t directly mean that they can’t find the right one again”, you said, before she slowly nodded and chewed for a short moment on her lower lip.
“Negan does…right?”, she eventually asked, her eyes meeting yours once more as you slowly nodded and gave her another smile.
“Yeah.”
“Talked to him about the new ones…do you know his stray dog story?”, she added, immediately eliciting the memories about this talk to whirl up again.
“Oh I do”, you said, remembering his story as you glanced at her and let out a soft sigh, “But I guess you wanna know it that counts for the five too, huh?”
She stayed silent for a moment before she nodded slightly while her fingers fumbled nervously on the rest of her apple.
“Now I think he’s right with the thing that people are not always what they seem to be and yeah, you gotta be careful as hell, you really do…but I also think that not helping at all anymore is the solution as well”, you sighed, trying to choose your words wisely before gulping softly and going on, “You just have to find the right balance, make sure you check them and then slowly start to go on.”
You could see her mind working as you got an uneasy feeling, thinking about what you could kick off in her if you gave her just a little too much hope.
“But I think your Mom will make the right decision”, you added, even though a big part of you doubted it.
The tension that laid slightly over her began to vanish as she seemed to believe your words at least enough for her to smile at you and give you another soft nod.
”Yeah”, she mumbled before you heard Susan’s sickly voice calling you from inside the infirmary, not loud enough for you to understand but still enough to understand that this was the symbol of your talk’s end.
“Okay, my break’s over, gotta get back inside”, you said with a smile, nodding towards the infirmary’s door before your glance caught Judith grabbing her books as she lifted herself from the chair.
“Do you think, Negan can help me with the rest of my homework? It’s biology”, she mumbled, glancing down at her books as she fumbled on the loose papers sticking out of the pages.
“Oh, I’m sure he can, he’s been reading a whole lot lately”, you chuckled softly as you leaned against the door’s frame, watching her as she gave you another smile before hopping down the porch’s stairs.

It didn’t take long for Siddiq to come back once you had ended your break.
It stayed calm at the infirmary, despite taking care of the two sick patients your day stayed uneventful until your shift was reaching its end.
Searching for your jacket to finally get going you went through the different rooms, wondering how the hell you had lost track of it before your feet eventually carried you to the main care room.
Quickly your eyes caught your jacket on the wooden chair in the room’s corner, before it wandered to Siddiq and Ellen that stood at the counter, their voices reaching you as soon as you stepped into the room.
“Yeah, wasn’t planned, not at all to be honest…but now we’re just happy it happened”, she mumbled, fumbling on her jackets ends that hovered over her small bump as Siddiq turned around, holding a can of prenatal vitamins in his hands while for another moment, your glance stayed for some reason stuck on her stomach, unwilling to detach from it.
“Glad, it worked out for you”, he said with a smile, handing the can over to her as he nodded to the small messily written note that was attached to it,”Take three in total everyday, preferably one in the morning, midday and then the last one when you go to bed.”
“Okay, thanks”, Ellen mumbled, smiling brightly as she let the vitamins slide into her bag and glanced once more happily at Siddiq ,”Well, then see you tomorrow for the ultrasound!”
You didn’t really notice her going, for a few more moments you were stuck in your thoughts, going through her words once more as the picture of the small bump beneath her shirt and that bright smile on her lips refused to leave your mind, just like the warmth that had build up within you, the very same one you had felt before when Judith talked about Negan.
You couldn’t deny that you had thought about it in all these years with Negan.
What it would be like to have a little version of the both of you running around, hearing those small stumbling footsteps sound over the floor and hear this sweet little laughter.
You couldn’t have it, not with the way things were, you knew it, so you mostly pushed it out of your head even though there had been some small moments and talks you’ve had with Negan about this topic, especially around the time Michonne gave birth to RJ.
Still, this was a long time ago and neither of you had dug deeper into this topic, knowing that reality wouldn’t let you have it.
And you had mostly kept on thinking this way up until now, up until Ellen had talked about her ‘happy accident’ and brought something else back into your head.
You both couldn’t be too careful, so even though nothing had happened over all these years and you knew how the topic kids had turned out for Negan before the world went to shit, there still was a chance that it could happen.
You caught yourself growing even warmer and more fuzzy as more memories and thoughts unfurled in your head.
He’d be a great Dad.
Hell, he’d be the best one.
And the more you thought about it, the more you felt like those small talks with him about this topic weren’t enough anymore.
No matter the fact that you couldn’t have the family you wanted with him with that damn cell in the way, you still needed to talk about it, just in case.

Not too much later you shifted over the sheets, leaning your back against the wall as your legs were hooked over Negan’s who leaned into the pillow at his bed’s end, listening to the events of the day, from the council, to Judith and eventually to the pregnant Ellen.
”That was your most exciting stuff at the infirmary, not that new survivor with that head shit?”, Negan quietly chuckled as you could feel yourself growing a little more nervous, enough for Negan to notice and cock his brow for a moment.
“Just reminded me that it could happen to us too, I mean, we can’t be too careful…”, you mumbled, escaping his glance for a moment as your eyes were fixed on your fingers that fumbled uneasily on a loose threat on your pants.
“Well, didn’t happen all those years”, you heard him mumble, directing your attention back to him as he ran his hand slowly over the salt and pepper beard stubble, shrugging softly as he went on, “Besides…don’t know if my boys are all fit…you know it never worked for me before.”
A sigh left his lips, eliciting the memories about your talks about your lives before the world had gone to shit.
“Well that can also have other reasons….too much pressure, stress”, you said, meeting his eyes as he slowly nodded.
“I know, I know”, he mumbled, his fingers still lingering on his stubbly jaw before he cleared his throat and made a swift gesture around the cell, supporting what he said next ,”But we two got a whole different problem.”
You gulped as you nodded softly, glancing at the cold stone as you looked down, searching for words.
“I’m just…I just felt like we needed to have talked about it…just in case.”
“And you’re abso-fucking-lutely right about that, Baby”, he said as soon as your voice hushed, curiosity beginning to gleam a little up in you as you felt his hand reaching out to yours, enclosing it tightly while your eyes met the warm hazel ones of his again.
“Sweetheart, if it would happen, I’d love the shit outta that baby”, he mumbled, a small smile growing on his lips that got instantly mirrored by your own lips, paired with a pleasant warm that began to flow through your veins, ”Hell, I’d love that kid just as fucking much as I love you.”
Your smile widened softly, feeling the warmth now seeping into each and every of your cells as he began to play with your fingers, staying silent for as he observed your widening smile and your gently flushed cheeks.
“You’d want that with me? Babies?”, he eventually mumbled, almost as if he was already waiting for a certain answer.
“I’ve seen how you’re with Judith…you know, she also talked to me about you…I think you’d be a great Dad”, you said, unable to keep the smile from growing wider as your eyes locked with his,”So yeah, I’d want that with you.”
His lips grew wider as well, enough to show his dimples beneath the stubble as this special warmth seemed to radiate through both of you.
“Listen if things would be different, maybe we’d have that already, who knows”, he mumbled, obviously forcing himself to not let wishes take over the cruel reality,”Either way, just to make it clear as shit, if crap was some other kinda way…having a family with you, hell that shit would be right on top of my fucking list.”
You softly nodded, feeling how he grasped your hand tighter and let his thumb draw circles over its back his glance staying fixed on you even though you could tell by its look that part of him was drifting off and imagining what could be.
“Maybe we’ll still get that one day, who knows”, you mumbled, grasping his hand back as you slowly caught him nodding.
“Yeah”, he mumbled, looking for a moment at your intertwined hands before glancing back up at you, his hand leaving yours only so he could open his arms for you, “Come here.”
Slowly, you cuddled into his side, hooking your leg over his as you were leaning your forehead against his warm neck and watched your fingertips running up his firm chest.
Carefully, Negan leaned his head against yours, letting out a content hum as he pressed a small kiss to your temple and wrapped his arms a little tighter around your body.
“We’d make awesome babies”, he grumbled with a soft chuckle against your skin, eliciting a chuckle to leave your lips as well as a comforting warmth began to fill you up once more.
“Yeah”, you mumbled as you slightly nodded and cuddled a little closer up, allowing yourself to dive a little deeper into the imagination of what could be,”You know with you as their Dad, their first word would be ‘fuck’ for sure.”
“Most fucking definitely”, Negan chuckled, his laugh rumbling through his chest before he got quieter again and nuzzled his nose into your hair, ”They’d be the best, cutest little fuckers all ‘round.”
“Mhmm”, you mumbled softly, feeling how a bigger smile began to grow on your lips as his words repeated in your head and mixed with the pleasant feeling that got elicited as his warm breath brushed over your skin.
“Can you imagine what they’d look like? Hell, be like?”, Negan said, growing noticeably more enthusiastic as another soft chuckle rumbled through his chest and you could feel the mix of a grin and a wide smile growing wider on his lips.
“Maybe got your humor…I’d love that”, you softly chuckled,”Even though I’m sure they’d get in a whole lot of trouble for that…”
“Probably”, he grumbled with another small laugh before his lips pressed once more against your skin, his beard tickling you softly before his deep voice vibrated against you again.
”As fuckin’ cheesy as that shit sounds…would love them to be like you, or just a damn mix of us…”, he grumbled, his voice growing even warmer before the tease found its home in it again ,”Maybe have your stubborn streak.”
“You’re at least as stubborn as I am, probably even more”, you chuckled back, shoving his chest playfully as he let out a deep chuckle and squeezed your waist softly in response as he pressed another, this time bigger, kiss to your forehead.
“You know…even though we can’t have that yet…doesn’t mean we can’t practice, right?”, he grumbled with an audible grin, shifting just seconds later on his side so he could hover over you, a mix of a smile and his signature smirk dancing over his lips as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.
You hummed in approval, lacing your fingers into his short dark hair before he let go of you, his lips still swaying closely over yours as you pecked them once more and softly chuckled.
“Right.”



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Negan Drabble ~ New Start

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

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

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

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

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


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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “What Comes After”

Summary: After living through the night after Negan’s self harm in the cell, the reader’s hopes for a better day get destroyed as Maggie visits Alexandria and Rick’s fate is sealed at the bridge…

the last part / all other previous parts (None of the previous parts have to be read to understand the plot!)

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Sun beams enlightened hazel eyes, letting them light up in their warm tone, enhancing each of their features and the flow of their colors as they always did around this time in the morning, when the light intensified and streamed through the metal bars on the cell’s windows.
But there was a difference to those other mornings, one that still had the ability to let an ice-cold shudder run down your spine.
Those eyes were just as captivating as always but at the same time the glance stuck in them displayed each moment that had happened last evening and the following night.
They were still slightly reddened, the rings beneath them dark and the rest of his features still coined by the tears that had flown over them in the last night.
They were dried by now, just like the blood on his forehead wound that still looked as horrific as last night, despite your tries to take care of it.
Part of you still didn’t want to believe it, even though you deep down knew that everything about this was true, every single bit.
And just as much as you knew this, you knew that you had to find a way to help him out of this pit of darkness he seemed to have fallen into.

A small sigh left your lips as you felt his hand cupping yours a little tighter, letting his fingers intertwine with yours a little more as you shifted closer against him. The first hard part of this morning laid behind you, the first careful attempts to talk to him properly, not just about Michonne’s conversation with him and that what had followed, but also the reason she had decided to visit him.
A tiny bit of this talk seemed to have already paid off as you glanced for a moment at his breakfast that was gone by now, leaving only a few bread crumbs on the white plate beside the bed behind.
It was just a tiny step, but at the same time it felt like a big and mighty one.
You still weren’t sure how often he had done this to himself, how often his skull had met the cold stone and the agony just thinking about it just like the fear of triggering something in him hindered you from asking further.
”It’s almost time for your shift…you should call the guard down”, Negan mumbled with a heavy gulp, even though you could tell he was trying his best to keep his voice firm.
”I don-”
”No, you won’t stay here for me and get yourself into trouble, not gonna happen”, he cut you off, pushing the thought about staying with him that had ghosted through your head away before it could fully unfold.
”Siddiq would understand…I’m sure of that…if you feel like you need me here with you, I’ll stay”, you said, your voice soothing as you glanced at him and caught him gulping heavily as his eyes wandered over the gray cement ground.
”Still, you’d get some kinda problems for fuckin’ sure…I’ll be fine…as long as I can have you back in that bed here tonight I’ll be fine”, he said after a couple of silent moments, squeezing your hand lightly as he glanced up and forced a weak smile onto his lips.
You still looked at him with doubt, feeling like you didn’t want to leave him alone right now even though his words began to push you slowly into a different direction.
”I’ll be fine, Baby”, he mumbled once again as gulped, “I…I won’t do it again.”
His voice was quiet even though he tried to put firmness into it as he grasped your hand tighter and glanced for a moment at you.
You wanted to say something, put all those thoughts that were swirling through your head into sentences but instead you leaned in and reached with your free hand up to cup the side of his jaw, softly caressing it before you slowly leaned in.
Your forehead rested against his, careful to not hurt his wound as you closed your eyes for a moment and let your fingertips toy softly with his thick beard.
You could feel him moving a little until his hot breath was brushing over your lips before they eventually captured yours, gently even though some small, needy growls still rumbled though his chest and vibrated against your skin as his warmth took you in.
”I love you..so damn much. You know that, right?”, you softly mumbled as your lips parted again, feeling like he needed to hear those words more than ever before.
”Yeah…I love you too, Sweetheart”, he rasped quietly, pulling you into his embrace until your face could bury into the curve of his neck and his arms could wrap tightly around your figure, allowing him to lean his head against yours and softly nuzzle his nose into your hair.
You could feel yourself melting into his hug just as much as he melted against your body, cradling you and keeping you deeply in his embrace as you closed your eyes for a moment, knowing that you had to leave this moment of comfort, earlier or later.

The walk to the infirmary was harder than ever, feeling bad conscience poking you with each step you took even though part of you knew that there was no way Negan would have let you risk just getting an ounce of trouble for neglecting your shifts for him.
Still, your thoughts were cycling around him, around the self-inflicted wound on his forehead, the horror that must still linger inside him and around the fact that he was alone again, alone with that horror.
But instead of being able to get back into the cell with him and make sure his demons weren’t flaring up again, you found yourself at the end of the endless seeming path to the infirmary as you shoved your jacket off and tried to get rid of a bit of the tension right along with it.
You could feel Siddiq’s eyes wandering over you, his brows furrowing slightly as you could tell that your first tries of loosing up were more than unsuccessful.
”Everything okay?”, he mumbled as he leaned himself against the kitchen counter, still eyeing you as if it would give him answers.–
”Yeah I just-”, you began, stopping as you felt your throat tightening and thoughts of last night washed up again.
“Can you take a look at Negan?”, you reluctantly mumbled after a few silent seconds, feeling the fear creeping up in you again that his wound might be worse than it looked, that he could have hurt himself more than you thought.
“What’s the matter?”, Siddiq asked, moving a little closer as you could already feel your body beginning to cramp by the thought of having to speak part of last night’s events out again.
“He uhm-”, you said, gulping as the barrier in your head stopped you for a second from ending your sentence ,”He…he bashed his head against the wall.”
The words felt like poison to your body, biting into your skin, stinging in your mouth, twisting and wrenching your heart in the worst way imaginable while a horrific mix of boiling heat and icy coldness washed over your back.
“Purposely”, you added in response to the confusion on Siddiq’s face while this one word just increased the effects of its poison.
“I’m not sure how often exactly,…must have been a few times, I-”, you went on, feeling your throat lightning with each words as yo twisted your hands nervously, “,..I cleaned the wound and… and I don’t think he’s got a concussion but I’m not one hundred percent sure.”
You glanced at him, saw the concern that was displayed on his features before you breathed shivering out and gulped quietly.
“He doesn’t know I’m asking…I just-”,you began again, the whirling up thoughts stopping you once more before Siddiq already took charge and gave you a small smile.
“I’ll take a look.”
“Thank you”, you breathed out, forcing a smile onto your lips as well before Siddiq sighed quietly and stepped a little closer as he ran his palm over his dark beard stubble.
“How about you get a little out for a bit?”, he asked after a small pause, glancing carefully at you as if he wanted to test the waters before he rose his voice again,“Got Will at outlook B, got himself hurt when he tried to repair some loose bars…looks like he’s got a wound on his forearm but I can’t tell more just from a few words nor if he’d need to come home. But I’d need someone to take a look at it.”
You pondered, sighing quietly as the thought of being this far from Negan in his current state let the restlessness inside you whirl up once more.
“Think you need to calm a little down too…that could be a way”, he added onto it, seeing the doubt that was painted all over your face.
You knew he was right.
You knew he was but still you hesitated, wrestling with your ongoing thoughts, even though you knew just as well that Negan would want you to go and especially not stay back because of him.
To be honest, if he would find out you did, it could just make his feelings and fears worse.
Silent moments passed until you gulped quietly and began to slowly nod, remembering Negan’s words from this morning.
You were gonna be back with him tonight, just like he said.
“Yeah…”, you eventually mumbled, looking into Siddiq’s eyes as you caught him nodding slightly,”I’ll just let Negan know, just to be sure…then I’ll get on my way there.”

The car vibrated beneath you as you drove over the abandoned country roads, following the paths that were here and there vested with guidance sings that showed you the way.
The med bag and a half loaded gun on the passenger seat shifted from side to side as you turned into the next road, taking care to not miss a sign and risk having to drive a detour.
Gas was a rare becoming good these days, leaving only a few cars available for each community and one of them was transporting you through the forests and overgrown fields in these moments.
You couldn’t fully tear your thoughts from Negan as he kept swinging through your head.
You were still deeply worried, even though he had done nothing else than encourage you at your little  detour to the cell before you had swung yourself into the car.
You tried to keep that in mind, tried to let the small smile he had put on his lips for you calm you, just like his warm hand that had engulfed yours and squeezed it softly as he had told you to take care before rasping those three words that had as always elicited this special warmth in your depths.
They had been the last ones he had told you before you had left and they still echoed through your head and acted soothing on you even though you couldn’t deny the worry that was washing up again and again, flooding your mind until you forced yourself to concentrate on your upcoming job.
After all, maybe you should use Siddiqs advice and use this opportunity, earn some strength which you could help Negan with in the end as well.
Hell, use even Negan’s words, even though a part of you feared that he had put on a show or even just chocked back his agony to not burden more concern onto you.
This was still the man who had harmed himself last night, and the more you reminded yourself of it, the more you wanted to turn around and head back to Alexandria.
But instead, the car began to softly shake as you turned into the last road on your way, the blacktop already coined by nature’s forces it was constantly exposed to, letting the car shake a little more as your eyes caught Will’s outlook and the small house beside it from afar.

Shadows danced over the ground of the cell as Negan stared to its cold cement surface, sniffling quietly as he rubbed his eyes that must be as red and swollen as a damn monkey’s ass from all the tears that had broken out of him again.
He hated this shit, of course he did, even more than the damn stinging salve Siddiq had daubed onto his wound but this all was still far from how much he hated what he was doing to his girl.
He was putting her through pain and he knew it.
He had most certainly heard it last night, when she had thought he had fallen asleep in her arms and small but heartbreaking sobs had erupted her body.
Only the memory of it shot painful venom into his veins, leaving him with an ugly but still certain feeling that he couldn’t do this anymore to her.
Shit, he couldn’t see the damn tears in her pretty eyes anymore which he had forced into them, he couldn’t see the way she was losing sleep over him and woke up with more worry, he couldn’t live with the feeling that he was the reason for her pain.
Maybe he didn’t have to do this much longer, the shadows that had danced over the ground belonged to two people Negan knew, one of which he had last seen on the day of the battle, who had begged and screamed for his death.
She was on her way down here in those moments, he could already hear her footsteps.
Maybe he was just minutes away from leaving this damn world and doing for fucking once the right thing, making the way free for (Y/N) to finally be happy without any sorrow and worry. 
The door creaked as it opened and the widow finally stepped in, glancing at him as if part of her couldn’t believe that she had actually reached her destination while the rest of her stared with hatred and disgust down at him.
Maybe it wouldn’t take much to drive her over the edge, just some egging and provoking here and there, mention the night he took the life of her husband, the way he cracked open that man’s skull and popped out his eyeball, maybe even lie and say he enjoyed that shit.
That whole crap should be enough to make her do it.
Make her do it before his girl got back.
She didn’t have to see this, she didn’t have to see this happening.
And once it was done, when she’d find him it would hurt like hell and the thought of it wrenched him apart, but soon, when his body was already rotting in the ground and the most tears had been cried, she’d realize that he was right.
He was just a burden.
She was better off without him.

“Alright, that’s it…but I’ll still get you back to Alexandria”, you mumbled not more than a half hour later, fixing the last bit of his bandage as he shifted uncomfortably on the worn off chair he had plopped himself earlier on.
“Really? Think that’s necessary?”, he grumbled, puckering his brows as he stared at his covered wound and huffed quietly.
His blue eyes were scanning over the cloth, as he ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair that was sticking out from the multiple times he must have already done it before he glanced reluctantly back at the small house.
“Yeah, that bandage is fine for the first bit but I want Siddiq to look over that…and I don’t think you should be out here with that kinda wound”, you mumbled back, pushing your used utensils back into the leather bag before glancing up at him.
“Okay”, he finally said before he heft himself slowly up from the wooden chair and let out a strained groan, “Just gotta get my stuff.”
“No, you gotta rest. Stay, I’ll get it for you.”

“Alright, there we go”, you mumbled as you got him into the passenger seat after placing his bag of clothes in the backseat, hearing him groan quietly as he fell onto the fabric and adjusted himself a little.
“Thanks”, he said, a sharp breath falling from his lips as he shifted his arm into his lap to give it a little stabilization before you shut his door with a dull thud and moved over the driver’s side.
Moments later you started the engine, letting the car zoom and shake slightly beneath you as you began to roll down the street again.
“Thought you’d be much more tense”, Will said after a small while as he leaned into the backseat, fumbling on his walkie as you let your brows pucker in confusion while you turned your head and glanced a little questioning at him.
“Hmm?”, you mumbled, looking back at the street as you the corners of your eyes caught him running a palm over his short dirty blonde beard stubble,“Now I didn’t think you’d be so calm with Maggie coming to Alexandria.”
With that an ice-cold shudder ran down your back as your head snapped towards him, your eyes burning into him as you tried to figure out if this was real or if you had just hallucinated his voice.
“What?!”, it left your lips almost without your own notice, your eyes only looking back at the road for a split second before you stared back at Will.
“You don’t know? Must’ve been a half hour before you got here”, he grumbled, holding up his walkie as he cleared his throat, “Got a shitty connection out here but enough to figure out she arrived…thought you had a walkie with ya too.”
“No, no I don’t I-”, your voice broke off as panic began to wash through your veins, adding onto the tension that had been lingering the whole time within you.
She hadn’t been in Alexandria for all this time, she wasn’t visiting for some cookies and a nice cup of tea.
She was there for Negan.
Your foot began to press down onto the gas pedal, simultaneously to your up-speeding heartbeat as your brain began to visualize your deepest fears that could happen right in these moment.
You shouldn’t have driven out.
You shouldn’t have fucking driven out.
If you hadn’t you’d be there now, you’d be there to keep her away from him.
He needed you and you weren’t there to protect him.
You were in this fucking fucked up car, in the middle of fucking nowhere.
“(Y/N), you gotta slow the hell down”, Will mumbled nervously, shifting uneasily in the seat beside you as you shook your head and glanced for a moment at him.
“She could be doing what fucking ever to him right now, I won’t slow down”, you said, half panted, your voice filled with panic you couldn’t hold back anymore.
Part of you tried to keep yourself under control, the other, the one that seemed to take over right now, put terror in each and every of your cells.
You knew her, you knew what she was capable of, she’d kill him if she got the chance.
That’s all she ever wanted.
“Will, I need you to give me your walkie”, you said, trying to grasp a clear thought before you already saw him shaking his head from the corner of your eyes.
“No, forget it (Y/N), not until you go down from that damn gas pedal”, he said, trying to keep his voice firm as you let out a stressed sigh.
“Alright, if you don’t hand it over, could you please ask if they know where she exactly is? Please, Will”, you said, your breath shaky as you slowed a small bit down for a moment, hoping to persuade him before he huffed slightly but finally got it up to his lips.
His voice boomed through your head even though he was talking lowly, your heartbeat pounded and echoed through your head as you waited for an answer coming from the other side.
But it didn’t.
“Told you we got a shitty connection out here”, he grumbled as he lowered the walkie again while the fear in you seemed to fill you up until you threatened to burst.
“Fuck”, you cursed, pushing the wheel slightly as your foot pressed down on the pedal again while a lump began to slowly grow in your throat.
Just last night he had hurt himself and now, shit, now someone tried to do what fucking ever to him.
What if you weren’t there on time.
What if Michonne wouldn’t hold her back or if it wasn’t enough?
You couldn’t lose him.
You couldn’t lose Negan.

Your nervously sweaty becoming palms pressed against the wheel, your foot growing heavy on the pedal while the walkie began to rustle, not even full words streaming through it, only loose vowels that were as good as impossible to fully combine.
“Sounds like some shit’s going down”, Will grumbled to himself, only letting you grow more uneasy as the trees rushed fast by you, letting them look like a green blurry mess beside you until you suddenly caught figures and horses with a carriage appearing at the horizon that just had to be from Alexandria.
They were blocking the road as they were buzzing around the carriages, fast and as restless as your racing heart.
Your car got closer and closer until you were forced to gradually slow down, especially as you began to slowly recognize them.
Beneath others, there were Diane and Michonne, from afar it looked like you could even see Carol and then, then you saw someone else.
Maggie.
Your heart skipped a beat as you skimmed over her, catching the crowbar in her hand that let a whole different nausea wash over your body.
She was coming back from Alexandria, she was with Michonne…so had she been at his cell? Had she hurt him? Had she-
Before you could grasp another thought the panic of losing Negan took over your mind, mixing the most terrible emotions within you and letting you feel like you blacked out for a moment as your senses only perceived their figures shortly before you, the stopping car beneath you, the sharp sound of the car’s door as you crashed it back into its frame and the way your feet hit the blacktop.
Eyes were fixed on you, on your in panic and anger trembling body, on your eyes that had already become watery, on the heavy breaths that let your chest rise and fall rapidly.
Your glance wandered over the crowbar, over its clean surface that didn’t let one ounce of relief run through you.
That didn’t mean shit, especially not to a mind as full of panic as yours.
Every single emotion rushing through you just got worse with each step as one special pair of eyes were fixed on you as you stomped towards them, focusing on you and wandering in a glare over your face.
For the first time after one and a half year.
“What the hell did you do to him?!”, it blustered out of you, half angrily panting, half with your voice threatening to break at the end of the question while your whole body formed into an agony mess, fearing whatever the answer may be.
Maggie’s glance narrowed some more as you stood before her, her lips pursed in an angered manner before the sound of her voice let every cell in you shudder.

“Nothing”, she snarled, the tone in her voice cold as this one word echoed through your head and couldn’t decide if it should elicit confusion or relief, ”Wanted to kill him but you know what? He’s already so much worse than dead.”
She huffed, her face pulling a thicker frown onto it as she stepped closer to your suddenly frozen self and clenched her jaw tensely before a tinge of satisfaction spread over her features.
“He begged me to kill him. Let that sink in, (Y/N). He begged me crying and sobbing on his damn knees to kill him.”
No.
No, that couldn’t be true.
She was just messing with you, right?
Just trying to drive you wild to hurt you.
But her voice sounded genuine, that painfully genuine that part of you tried to avoid seeing it, even though her eyes spoke the same language.
What she was saying was the truth…and after knowing what had happened last night, after knowing how fragile he was at the moment…even this one part in you that tried to deny it lost its fight.
“He wanted me to do it because he couldn’t”, she growled, the hint of satisfaction still painted on her face as you first recognized the single tears that had begun to roll down your cheeks, along your features that were still frozen in shock and pain.
“He’s so pathetic and weak he couldn’t-”
Her voice still echoed through your ears as she got cut off by the sound of nearby shots and louder becoming growls of the dead, before a mess of voices and information prattled in on you within just a couple of moments, visualizing a horrifying picture even though its mass only let you catch pieces of its puzzle.
Diane panted about a shootout at the camp between some Saviors and the departing Kingdomers with consequences that ended bloodily, with deaths especially on the latter side.
Daryl who you hadn’t even recognized till now was running closer, with eyes searching panicking over the forest, growling over splitting up with Rick so he could lead the herd further away from the communities and the bridge, all while the disturbing loudness of a mass of undead growls and the closeness of the bridge didn’t bode well.
Something had went wrong.
Horribly wrong.
The fast footsteps of Michonne and the rest of the group boomed over the earthy ground, seemingly letting it quake every second as they ran.
And you ran with them.
You were torn. Completely and utterly torn.
Back in Alexandria was Negan, your mind was rushing around him, visualizing what must have happened between him and Maggie while each more moment your mind made up hurt you more.
He wanted to die.
Negan wanted to die.
The man you were loving had begged someone to kill him.
You couldn’t wrap your head around it while your body was far ahead of it.
It was wrenching in agony, similar but still different to the pain you had felt under that tree on the hill, with his blood sticking to your fingers as he threatened to bleed to death.
Still, your feet were running.
Scared about what might happen at the bridge that could change everything while you knew at the same time that there was no way you could return now to Alexandria.
Part of you wanted to split up, split into two, get one part of yourself to Negan while letting the other one run towards the bridge.
The decision was made for you as your eyes caught the bridge, caught a mass of dead bodies stumbling over it while its end within the trees couldn’t be seen,  while your hand instantly and driven by your instincts reached to your gun holster, lacing your fingers around it, ready to use it if you had to.
“What was that?”, Carol shouted through the growls as another shot filled the air before your eyes ran over the bridge that filled more and more with walkers that had a very certain goal in their eyes.
“It’s Rick”, another voice shouted as you caught him near the end of the bridge on the other side of the river, pressing his hand onto his side that was soaked in dark red blood while his hand with the revolver was still high up, darting at the walkers in front of him until his glance fell for a moment on the group of people by the river’s side.
Shock rushed through your veins as you stared at him, catching how Daryl’s figure showed up beside you while your fingers still rested around your gun that tingled from the stress that seemed to multiply with each passing seconds.
“Move north, break up the rest.
Bring some guns!”, you heard Maggie shout, footsteps echoing over the ground as more people rushed towards the river.
Instead of following her lead like the others behind you your glance stayed fixed on your friend on the bridge as you saw him glancing down at you and Daryl, confusion and shock spread over his face as you could see him puckering his brows softly in concern as he shook his head and moved his blood covered hand as if he wanted to stop you all, as if he wanted to signal that it was okay this way.
From the corner of your eye you could catch the others running through the woods closer towards the bridge while your glance stayed focused on Rick and the walkers that stumbled closer, stretching their arms toward his figure as only meters parted them.
For a second you got dragged out of the trance this whole situation had thrown you in as Daryl threw his crossbow from his shoulder, grabbed a bolt and cocked it into its bowstring before rushing back to let it shoot towards the closest Walker to Rick, almost tearing the rotting head apart as it hit its target.
Your eyes stayed fixed to your half-brother as your fingers finally pulled the gun out of its holster, your glance meeting his as he pushed in another bolt.
For the first time since he knew of what you had with Negan, you seemed to have a little bit of the old connectedness back as neither of you needed words to know what you were going to do. Together.
Your hand grasped the gun tightly as you rose it up, darting at the walkers before Rick as you pulled the trigger, releasing bullets that brought down walkers as much as Daryl’s bolts did.
Rick glancing back and worth between the both of you and the walkers,  bending as he had to give in to the pain his wound was forcing up in him while his eyes got fixed on something within the dead for moments.
Slowly, he glanced a last time at the both of you as you reached the end of your weapons’ capabilities, gulping softly as he nodded grateful towards you while he rose his colt, his arm shaking threateningly as his blood began to cover the silver surface of his gun before his finger moved to the trigger.
And he pulled it.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop spinning as the bridge turned into a giant fireball, enlightening the air as its heat hit your skin and brought your blood to boil.
Rick had blown himself up.
He had blown himself and the bridge up to save all of you.
The realization of who you had just lost began to kick in as your lips began to tremble and tears began to slowly fill your eyes, blurring your view of the burning walkers that began to fall down the remains of the bridge into the wild water of the bridge that was as effervesced as the feelings that were streaming through your body.
“No”, left your quivering lips as this day turned more and more into a living nightmare. 
Your glance was fixed to the burning bridge that began to be covered in thick, black smoke that rose up onto the sky until the corners of your eyes caught Daryl’s head sinking in pain and utter grief.
Your head turned towards him as you felt your throat tightening while the first tears began to roll down your cheeks, catching his shoulders beginning to shake as he spun his body slowly away from the place that had become the death of his best friend.
You wanted to say something but instead his teary glance only met yours for the matter of seconds, filled with a pain that you had seen rarely in his eyes before he sniffled as turned once for all away, grabbing his crossbow tightly as he made his way into the woods, slumped in like a wounded animal with nowhere to go instead of away.
Away of the bridge.
Away of the one place that had been supposed to be part of the future Carl had wished for.
Away from the place that had turned out to be the opposite.
Rick was gone and you still couldn’t believe it, couldn’t fully grasp it as your mind rushed through the years you had known him, from the moment he had shown up at the campsite to this very last moment on the bridge, leaving you with a feeling of grief you had hoped to never feel again.
Still, you did.
Rick Grimes was dead.

You couldn’t remember much of the way back, it was like a cloth torn apart my moths, leaving blank spaces that couldn’t get filled.
All you recognized was your heavy foot on the gas pedal, the trees rushing past you, mixing into a mess of green and brownish spots until you caught Alexandria’s gates.
From then on, cries and murmurs mixed with one another, your eyes caught Michonne as she parted herself from Carol, still crying and whimpering as she vanished alone in her home to sink into her deep cut grief, Alexandria’s residents stood either in shock by another or cried silently, all while you stumbled panicking towards the brownstones.
You had just lost a close friend and you still couldn’t grasp it, couldn’t realize it.
All you knew was only that you couldn’t lose Negan as well.
Agony was dominating your body as you got closer to the tall houses, fearing that he might have harmed himself again or worse.
With every damn time someone hurts themselves, their dread towards it sinks, with every damn time someone hurts themselves, their ability to take a step further becomes more likely.
What if Negan had reached that point already?
What if you would step down those stairs and see him there, dark red blood trickling down his skin and staring with dead eyes at you that had just this morning looked with deep running love at you?
What if you had already lost him but just didn’t know it yet?
What if?
You fought against those thoughts, tried to keep the little flame of hope up in you as you reached the houses and found yourself rushing down the stairs, trembling and afraid of what was to come.
Your panicking glance bounced around the room like a pair of table tennis balls, searching for his figure as soon as you reached the end of the stairs before you did.
Slumped in he sat on is bed. Alive.
Still, your eyes scanned over him, searching for wounds but all you could catch was the injury of last night and the empty yet hurt expression that was spread all over his face, up until the moment his eyes met yours. 

The moments between this once glance and the time that passed until the guard had opened the door and let you slip inside had been as torn apart as the time you had spent in the car back home. 
Almost as if it hadn’t happened.
Still, you stood in front of him now, trying to make him look at you as he gulped and glanced at you, his eyes swollen and red from the crying even though an odd expression laid over his face, as if he was pretending that nothing of what you had heard had happened.
“What’s happening outside? Sounds like one hell of a mess”, he asked, obviously trying to bring up as much firmness as his sobs dreaded voice could, forming into words what his facial expression had already told you.
He was trying to be strong for you right now, you could see it right there and then in front of you as the man you loved tried to keep the threateningly rickety scaffold he was upright for you.
You couldn’t lie to him now, not even withhold it.
Not now that he knew something was going on, not in these circumstances.
In the end, it would just make it worse, besides the fact that you were by far not emotionally stable enough in these challenging moments to decide completely rationally.
“Rick’s dead”, it blustered out of you, the words seeming so impossible as you spoke them out, as if it wasn’t real, almost, as if you were telling a lie.
“What?!”

Painful stings pelted onto your body as you brought as short as you could out what had happened at the bridge, unable to go in detail as your body feared more agony that only waited for its moment to sneak up.
The words left your lips almost as if they didn’t belong to you, they just flew out as your eyes stayed fixed to Negan’s face, each muscle that twitched, each dried tear on his skin.
Tears clouded your eyes as he reached out to you, pulling you trembling closer until he could wrap his shaking arms around you, trying to comfort you even at his lowest.
His touch was soothing as you gave in to it and its caresses for a couple of moments, before you had to tear yourself from him as you got to the part that you feared the most, the part you had to tell him even though your whole body twisted even only thinking about it.
 
“Negan,…Maggie was there too”, you mumbled, indirectly revealing your knowledge to him as your voice was breaking in the end while his face fell in the matter of seconds, breaking the thin shield of calmness he had put on for you before it twisted in agony, wrenching you apart as you caught tears beginning to force their way into his eyes, unable to be held back anymore, as his shoulders slumped in like the ones of a hurt animal.
“I…I’m sorry”, he whimpered, his head lowering as the sob shook through him, shooting painful stings through your veins as you stared at him in pain.
“I should be dead…I have to be dead”, he mumbled, turning slowly away from you as your throat tightened again, his tears and words forcing a thick lump into your throat.
“No”, it broke out of you with as much force and strength as you could bring up before his tearful eyes glanced for the matter of a second up before they stared back to the ground as a shudder let his shoulders shake.
“’Cause…’cause I’m just a fuckin’ burden, you’d be better off without me.”
“No, no Negan I wouldn’t-”
“You should go…”, he mumbled shakily, “Maybe if I try that crap again I’ll get it done myself.”
The pain that got elicited by those words was indescribable, mimicking knives that dug into your body and turned and twisted until you were an agony filled mess, with more tears filling your eyes and a shock running through you that let your lips gap open but didn’t allow to let words flow out of it at first.
“Negan, stop saying that”, you finally said, your voice hitching through the tears that began to choke you ,”And I won’t leave you.”
“You should be able to mourn now,…you should be able to lean all the fuckin way onto me and not have to fucking worry even fuckin’ more”, he said, his voice as broken as the man in front of you before he shook his head as more tears rolled down his cheeks and got entangled in his thick beard.
“Heard you crying last night…when you thought I was sleeping”, he brought out, adding more shock to the agony whirling through your body as you tried to step closer to him before his weak voice echoed off the cold walls once more, “You shouldn’t suffer because of me…you-…you deserve to be happy and I can’t give you that.”
“That’s not true”, you chocked out, reaching towards his shaking hand until you could softly grasp it,”Negan, you make me happy.”
“No, no, all I do is make you worry-”
“I worry because I love you. That’s part of the deal…you’d worry about me too”, you said, your voice coined by the thick lump in your throat as you carefully moved closer until you could reach up and softly place your hand on his neck while the other still grasped his fingers , “If you love someone you worry about them when they’re not feeling well..but that doesn’t mean they don’t make you happy.”
A shivering breath fell from your lips as you couldn’t prevent the most urging tears to make their way down your cheeks, letting you sniffle quietly as you tried to keep the rest of you as much under control as you could.
“And I think in some way you know that…”,you gulped, trying to catch his glance as your fingertips caressed over the trembling skin of his neck ,”All this shit here is just fucking with your head.”
Negan’s face wrenched in pain as you glanced through tears clouded eyes at him, feeling him shaking beneath you as it broke completely out of him, sobs rumbling through his chest as you tried to push yourself out of the shock that froze your bones.
Negan began to slump in even more, trembling like an aspen leaf as your hand left his and instead allowed you to wrap your arms around him, pull him into your own shaking embrace until his head sunk into the curve of your neck and his quivering arms slung around your body.
His hot tears and his panting breath hit your skin as you dandled him back and forth in your arms, your hand caressing through his dark hair as more tears ran down your cheeks as you somehow tried to comfort the broken man in your arms.
“I can’t lose you”, it broke whimpering out of you, pulling him deeper into your embrace as you cradled him, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against his, nuzzling your nose into his hair as he slowly tightened his arms around you as well.

The sun was already going down when you found yourself sitting on the side of the bed, still holding him as he leaned against your side, sniffling as his face stayed buried in the curve of your neck and his shaking breath hit your skin.
Your fingers ran through his hair, drawing slow circles as your lips pressed to his temple, softly and careful as you tried to keep more tears from coming up again.
“I need you here with me, Negan”, you quietly mumbled as you held him closer, feeling how the lump began to press in on your throat again no matter how much you tried to fight it, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Negan shifted closer, his arms still trembling as he slung them a little more around your waist as you tried to keep your voice from breaking.
“I don’t know how to get through those nights with the nightmares, I don’t know how to live without you, I-”, you said, feeling how your voice broke either way before you felt him slowly beginning to lift his head from your shoulder until he could glance at you.
His eyes were still swollen from the tears, his lips still trembling as you reached up, cupping his jaw as you caressed your fingers along his beard, chocking back more tears as you caught his glance and breathed softly out, “Negan, you’re my everything.”
His face relaxed a little by your words while your thumb gently stroke over his cheek, wiping away the last tears as you quietly gulped.
“If I could, I’d take all that damn pain from you onto me…I really would but I can’t…”,  you mumbled as his still clouded hazel eyes ran over your face, “I can’t just fix everything but I…I can help you through it…but you have to want it…”
He swallowed thickly, his eyes wandering for a moment to the ground before they met yours again as a quivering breath fell from his lips.
“I want it…I just don’t wanna-”, he stopped, unable to put the rest into words even though you could figure it out yourself. 
“I love you”, he brought out, his voice thick with emotion as you softly nodded and began to lean in, trying to grasp some hope even though you still knew how fragile he was.
“I love you too”, you mumbled back just before your lips softly captures his, feeling him melting into your touch the moment you met while he held you a little closer than before.
It was just a short, sweet kiss, but still it seemed to bring a little comfort into both of your bodies before your lips parted again but his face remained close to yours.
“Let’s lay down, alright?”, you carefully asked after a couple of moments, trying to shift this whole situation a little before you could feel him slightly nod.

You slowly moved back into the pillows, letting him move against your side as you pulled him back into your embrace, into the very same position as you had already laid in last night.
Slowly you moved in to nuzzle your nose into his hair while your fingertips caressed over his arm, slowly tracing up and down the prison’s suit fabric as you slowly began to feel him relax a little.
“Everything will get better, Negan”, you mumbled, moving your hand slowly up to brush over his beard, caressing it softly as you heard the first peaceful sound leaving his lips since you got back.
You tried to grasp it, let it give you some more strength even though there was still an unbelievable amount of distress lingering within you.
Still, you tried to push it away for a moment and take a breath, to focus on helping the man in your arms. 
“And you know what? As soon as things have calmed down, I will try to find Lucille…maybe she’s even still here…and I’ll try to figure things out, maybe we can make this all a bit better…get you out of here just for an hour or so to work or maybe just get some things inside here…but it will get better, okay?”, you mumbled as your fingers ran along his jaw before you pressed another small kiss to his forehead.
You could still hear the mess that was happening outside stream inside the cell through the windows, hear the grief the people outside were experiencing which was lingering in you as well, only pushed back by the mission to take care of Negan even though you knew it would break through earlier or later.
But next to all this pain and stress, as you finally heard him say “okay” quietly back, a part of you eased a little.
You knew this wasn’t it with this one word, by far not.
The rockiest of the roads you already had to overcome as a couple laid in front of you now, densely cluttered with large and sharp rocks that were ready to turn this path into a harsh and merciless test.
Still, you refused to let the hope in you vanish.
You were going to do everything in your might to help Negan through this, stand by his side along this rocky road until and beyond he would reach its end.
No matter if it would take weeks, months or even years…

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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “The Obliged”

Summary: While Negan talks to Michonne, the reader has no clue about their fatal conversation until she comes back from work and finds a bleeding and crying Negan in his cell…

the last part / all other previous parts (None of the previous parts have to be read to understand the plot!)

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Agony struck through your body as you writhed in your disturbed sleep, the screams in your head forming into a horrific orchestra, determined to bring you down and drive you crazy until a deep, soothing voice began to interrupt them and sound through to you.
It grasped you, taking you to tear you out of the nightmare’s grasp while a familiar warmth began to engulf you tighter, bringing your consciousness slowly back as the dream still tried to pull you back into its darkness.
“Baby? Hey….Baby, wake up”, Negan’s voice mumbled, bringing you closer to the surface of finally waking up again until you broke through it and began to sense what the horror in your head was doing not just to your mind, but to your body as well.
You were trembling like an aspen leaf, your chest rising and falling through sharp breaths that cut through your throat and got disrupted by the taste of salty tears that trickled down your cheeks as a wave of icy coldness and boiling heat mixed within your veins.
“Shh…hey, it’s over. Everything’s fuckin’ fine. I’m here, Sweetheart”, Negan’s voice sounded through to you once more as you were finally able to open your eyes, glancing at his face that was only softly enlightened in the moonlight but which gave enough light to show the concern that had taken charge of his features.
Pants were still leaving your trembling lips as his eyes caught yours, running over your face in worry as his hand reached up, his thumb stroking softly over your skin to get rid of the salty tears.
Still in panic your glance wandered in restlessness over his face, his throat, his body, checking that he was fine and trying to prove to yourself that the nightmare hadn’t shown the truth.
There were no screams, he wasn’t torn up, there was no thick, dark red blood covering him, trickling down on the pile of rotten corpses that belonged once to the people you loved.
He was alive, not a hint of blood on his body, nor on the prison suit and there he was, laying right beside you, holding you in his arms and pulling you deeper into his embrace to comfort you.
“Hey, look at me, Baby”, he mumbled, trying his best to hold your gaze that still wasn’t sure enough that he was actually safe and sound, “It’s okay, everything‘s okay.”
Finally, you got yourself to look into his eyes as you slowly began to calm down and felt his thumb continuing its calming brushes over your wetted cheeks .
Slowly, you began to nod, sniffling slightly before he you watched him leaning in in the faint light until his lips could caress soothingly over yours, keeping them captured until he felt you melting into him, yearning for the kiss and his touches as if they could force the rest of what the nightmare had left in your bones out of your body.
His lips had just left yours as you sunk against him, burying your face into the crook of his neck as the fear got hold of you again and urged you deeper into his embrace, as if he would vanish into thin air if you let go.
“I love you”, your still trembling lips mumbled against his skin as you felt him tightening his arms around you before a set of warm lips placed on your temple.
“I love you too”, he mumbled back, pressing another kiss against your skin as you cuddled closer into his embrace, “So fuckin’ much.”

You stayed this way for minutes, engulfed by Negan’s arms as you were calming your body and mind down, slowly getting the trembling under control as well as the mess the nightmare had formed on your head.
“You wanna talk?”, you heard Negan eventually mumble as you found yourself sitting next to him on the edge of the cheap bed, feeling how he wrapped his  blanket around your shoulders as you glanced reluctantly at him, not sure if you should worry him even more.
But before you could think more, he let out a deep sigh and pulled you closer, recognizing the signals you were sending him.
After all, that man knew you and he knew that look.
“Was about my damn ass, huh?”, he grumbled, wrapping his arm around your waist as you longed for his warmth that set a clear contrast to the iciness that was radiating from the cold cement ground against the soles of your feet.
“You…the others”, you mumbled, gulping heavily as you tried to keep the pictures out of your mind before you slowly leaned your head against his shoulder and felt him resting his against yours.
“Well, now it’s over and fuckin’ done…I don’t die, that’s not how it works”, Negan mumbled, a soft, supportive chuckle in his voice, meant to cheer you up as his hand reached up and stroke for a moment along your cheeks.
“You tell me when you need your man to loose ya up, right?”, he added, his hand that was still cupping your waist squeezing it playfully as he finally elicited a small chuckle to fall from your lips as well.
“Yes”, you mumbled against the blue fabric of his prison suit as you huddled closer up to his tall frame,”But for now…can you just hold me?”
“Oh I can do that sure as shit”, he mumbled back as he loosened his hold on you for a moment to scoot back on the bed and eventually open his arms for you.
“Thank you”, you said, giving him a small but grateful smile as you climbed back into the bed, ”Thank you for being there.”
“No damn need to thank me…that’s my job, isn’t it?”, he grumbled with a small chuckle as you got closer to him, “Come here.”
Quietly, you let yourself fall next to him again, feeling how he wrapped his arms around you and grabbed your leg carefully to hook it over his, making sure that he could hold you as close as possible.
”There you go”, he mumbled as he pulled the blanket back over your bodies, tucking you in along with him as you nuzzled your nose into the warmth of his neck, breathed deeply and contently out before allowing yourself to close your eyes again without having to fear that those pictures rushed up again.
“You got no idea how much you help me with that”, you mumbled against his skin, feeling how he leaned his head back against yours, pressing a kiss to your forehead before a questionably hum left his lips.
“Hmm?”
“You help me deal with this”, you muttered in response as you cuddled into his comforting warmth ,”You make me stronger.”

The gravel was crunching beneath your shoes’ soles as you made your way towards the infirmary, the lack of sleep dragging on your body while you tried your best to stay awake.
The extra strong coffee you had made yourself at your old home was still lingering on your lips, letting you hope that it would kick in soon while your heavy eyelids sent you a whole different message.
You had woken up at least five more times that night, not crying and trembling like the first time after the nightmare, but with enough restlessness stuck in your body to have a hard time falling asleep once again.
Each time Negan had been the one to let you sink back into those sleepy depths again, just with holding and caressing you until your body relaxed again in his arms and allowed you to get at least a little sleep.
Without him there, you were sure you wouldn’t have been able to get more than an hour sleep, sure, it still wasn’t much, but you were grateful for every damn minute, especially after a nightmare as horrific as the one that had haunted you this last night.
You knew that these things wouldn’t just completely vanish because someone loved you, that’s just not the way it works but since you had him with you, they were at least a little less frequent and much easier to deal with.
Especially, because you also knew how these nights were without someone by your side and thinking back to them let an icy shudder run up and down your spine.
You huffed quietly as your tired eyes finally captured the infirmary from afar, reminding you of the extra hours you probably had to add onto your usual shifts once again.
A cold was going around, nothing threatening but strong enough to let a few people lay pretty low in the bed’s of the infirmary, joining the two workers who had hurt themselves working on the bridge and who all needed to be taken care of.
And since the consequences of your involuntary participation in the fight between Daryl and Justing had let you lay just as low as the patients at the infirmary for two whole days, it was your turn to take over the extra shifts at the infirmary.
You hadn’t returned to Rick’s big project above the river, not because of the fight, but because Siddiq needed you in Alexandria.
You could still see the disappointment written over Rick’s face as he got the news, taking with you also a bunch of others from the bridge that just added onto the problems that had emerged after the fight.
Justin’s sudden and gruesome death along with the vanishing of a bunch of other saviors were just a few of the things that had let he situation escalate, tearing a giant crack into the alleged pace that had rested between the communities. 
You could tell how important the bridge was to Rick, building something for the future, for the future that Carl would have wanted.
And now you were looking at the nearest future in front of you at the end of the path, hoping that you wouldn’t have to take yet another extra shift.
You got less time to be with Negan because of them, shrinking your time with him to a minimum before you were forced to sleep if you didn’t want to walk around as dead as the walkers outside the gates the next day.
It wasn’t just dreading on your nerves, you could tell it was dreading on his too, even though he was trying to stay strong for you.
Still, there always was this underlying darkness that kept welling up from time to time, trying to pull him into its depths and take him in.
Until now, you could always manage to pull him out again, one way or another, and let him see the light again but this shrunk time didn’t contribute to it.
And even though you tried to suppress it, tried to stay positive, if you were honest, there was a painful and wrenching fear lingering deep down in you that one day, you might not be able to pull him out of this darkness anymore.

“You want me to eat? Well, I want you to stay and talk to me”, Negan mumbled, glancing from the sandwich to the woman who was staring disbelieving and annoyed at him.
He needed to do this, he needed to be seen as a human again, not just the monster behind bars.
He needed to talk.
“I mean, I I’m proof that you’re making a civilization, right? I mean, that’s what your boyfriend says, so hard to be that if I’m dead from starvation”, he added, watching the annoyance on Michonne’s face growing some more before her huff echoed through the room.
“First, (Y/N) wouldn’t let you do-”, she began, stopping as she stepped closer to the bars, narrowing her glance as a shudder ran down Negan’s back.

“She doesn’t know, does she? You didn’t tell her about this…this little game.”
“No”, he responded in a growl, feeling an uncomfortable iciness spreading over his body. He wasn’t gonna let anyone pull her into this, especially not if this conversation would end up to have consequences for him.
No, fuckin’ sir.
”Don’t pull her into this”, he added in a rasp, hearing another annoyed snort falling from her lips as she clenched her jaw and stared at him, as if she was prepared to attack.
“Second, I thought you said you weren’t on strike.”
“I’m not if you stay and talk to me”, he mumbled, going for a second try, trying to read something off her face in the faint light before Michonne made a sudden movement, grabbing the edge of the chair and pulling it towards her.
“I’d say it’s about 20 minutes before the sun hits that bar.
That’s all you get. Then, you’re gonna eat every last bite”, she growled, a glare in her eyes as she plopped down on the chair, “You wanna talk? Let’s talk.”


“Sarah, you have to eat”, you mumbled with a small sigh as your glance wandered over the girl in the bed in front of you, coined by the thick cold she had caught herself.
Her eyes were slightly swollen, a cloudy glance stuck in them, her nose was reddened by the countless times she had wiped it, the blonde hair was hanging in strands around her face while the rest of her body was buried beneath thick  blankets.
“At least a little”, you added, placing the soup on the nightstand by her side as you slowly caught her shaking her head while a painful cough rumbled through her throat.
“I’m not hungry.”
“I know…I get it, but you have to try, at least a few spoons so your body can get some strength back”, you mumbled, a slightly pleading tone in your voice as you felt like you were playing a record back over and over again.
“Okay”, she finally muttered after a few more silent moments, ultimately grabbing the bowl and the spoon before slowly and hesitantly taking a few first gulps. 
Giving her a thankful smile you turned around to go on with your work, hoping to not catch one nasty cold yourself before you heard Siddiq’s voice echoing through to you.
“(Y/N)? Need your assistance over here.”

“I’m grateful at least one of the women I’ve loved doesn’t have to see me like this”, Negan mumbled, feeling his heart sinking a little by those words as he leaned against the cold wall and glimpsed at the woman behind the bars.
Till now this damn talk had been all easy for him, now, slowly, the hard one emerged and urged uneasiness into his bones.
“What do you mean? As opposed to the asshole that you were before?”, she huffed, giving him an snide glance from her position on the old wooden chair.
“God, she was…she was an angel”, he continued, ignoring the remark as his throat threatened to grow tight, throttling his air a little as he let out a deep sigh.
“She deserved better than she got…(Y/N) does too…wish I could give her more.”
Her eyes filled with all kinds of remarks he could figure out just too well but instead of speaking them out she remained silent for a moment before finally opening her mouth again.
“What happened to her? Your wife?”
“What used to happen”, he answered, the invisible thread spinning tighter around his throat as a cold shudder ran down his back, “Cancer.”
“We would’ve loved to have had a kid…”, it fell from his lips, urging the old memories and thoughts further into his mind before new ones mixed in and let him once more realize what could be…or rather what could have been if shit would have turned out in some damn other way.
“If things were different…I’d love to have kids with (Y/N) too”, he mumbled, his voice shivering slightly as it filled with emotion before he gulped thickly and glanced back at Michonne.
“Kid like Carl…”, he mumbled, seeing the twitch in her muscles, revealing what his mention elicited in him even though Negan could feel the sting in himself as well.
That kid had been something special, someone he would have loved to mentor some more…to actually have him like him.
”You got lucky.”
“I think about him every damn day.
But he’s still here.
In everything we do.
I look around, and I see him everywhere”, she said, her voice thick with emotion as Negan moved a little closer and sighed quietly.
“Do you see him in this cell?”
“Everywhere.”

“Haven’t slept well, huh?”, you heard Siddiq ask as he shoved the rest of his utensils back into the drawer, glancing at you as soon as it crashed back into the counter.
“Woke up a couple of times”, you mumbled, leaving the nightmare part intentionally out as you met his glance and saw him nodding slowly before a small smile grew on his lips.
“Go take a nap upstairs.”
”Really?”, you asked a little astounded as he began to nod once more.
“Yeah, half hour can do wonders sometimes…I know that”, he mumbled, letting a small chuckle out before he nodded back towards the patient rooms,”And I’ll be fine for that time, seems like we got a little break now, so use it.”
“Okay”, you responded, feeling how your body was already yearning more for a bed as soon as the opportunity seemed to unfold itself,”Thank you.”

A content groan left your lips as soon as you fell onto the bed, stretching your tired limbs out as soon as you settled into its middle and rested your head onto the soft pillows.
Another hum left your lips as you closed your eyes, hoping to get the best out of the half hour while the soft blankets and pillows let a small part of you remember the nights with Negan in his large bed back at the sanctuary.
The luscious black sheets and countless pillows that got only topped by the way Negan’s arms wrapped around you at night and kept you in his embrace.
If you were honest, those strong arms were something you were missing right now too, no matter how big and comfy the bed was.
A small huff left your lips as you opened your eyes just a little, glimpsing at the digital clock on the nightstand that let you remember to just use the time you had.
So instead of letting your thoughts run free some more, you cuddled into the pillows, humming quietly before closing your eyes again and allowing yourself to drift a little off.

“She made me…not weak”, Negan mumbled, a hard gulp traveling down his throat as he shifted over the cement ground, feeling how the cold stone of the wall pressed into his back as he ran a palm over his thick beard, “And now…with (Y/N)…”
Another sigh left his lips, filled with tension as he glimpsed up, catching the Michonne’s glance just for the matter of a second.
”Before her…I thought having someone you love with you in this…in some way it does make you weak…the dead harden us, y’know”, he mumbled, letting out a bittersweet chuckle as the woman behind the bar just stared at him, not disinterested, but rather as if his words began to let something stir within her.
”You feel like a shell of a fuckin’ person walking around, well that keeps you alive ‘cause you’re in some damn way not as vulnerable or fuckin scared, whatever”, Negan scoffed lightly, gulping as he felt the stinging pain of the past trying to bite his ass, ”My wife’s death put me in that kinda bubble…that’s what got me through for some time…”
Another deep sigh fell from his lips, the difficulty of talking about her and the pain connected to her death pressing in on him before he glanced up at Michonne and caught her eyes.
”And I can tell you’ve gone through that phase too, in some way.”
She stayed quiet, her glance intensifying by his words that told him he was right, even though she didn’t say a word, didn’t move an inch.
”And then, well then if you’re lucky you meet someone who makes ya feel alive again”, he went on, seeing how she kept staring at him as another small chuckle left his lips, ”That fuckin’ bubble bursts and shit’s scary as fuck, dangerous too ‘cause…as I said, it makes you vulnerable as hell.”
”Then why did you get together with her? Why are you still with her when it makes you so vulnerable?”, she suddenly spoke up, startling him a little by her abrupt response and the snapping even a little venomous sound.
”I’m just a human too, even though you probably see that different”, he said, breathing through as he glanced at his hands that fumbled on the loose threads that surrounded the fabric covering his knees ,”That temptation to feel shit again was bigger in the end. She trumped that.”
“And now, well now I guess part of me was wrong back then…sure loving someone makes you vulnerable…maybe weak too, ‘cause she’s my raw fuckin’ point…but that strength she gives me…that outweighs that weakness…gives you a reason to keep going”, he mumbled, feeling a little warm sneak up deep within him as he talked about her.
”And if I’m honest, when I got her with me I often catch my damn self not even giving a single flying fuck. Not fucking caring if it makes me weak or strong…that’s what she’s doing to me”, he quietly chuckled, having to admit even to himself how big her impact was on him, especially in this dark time ,“I’m just happy to have her.”
“What’s your point?”, Michonne growled, her voice sharp as she stared down at him on the cold cement ground.

”As much as Ricky the prick is a pain in the ass to me, to you he’s probably in some way what (Y/N) is to me.”
”Negan, what do you want to tell me with this?”, she added, the growl in her voice still clearly audible as he glanced up at her and made sure that she looked him in the eye for his next words.
”We’re the same.”

Siddiq had been right, the half hour had helped, letting you feeling at least a little more awake through the next few hours until you found yourself back in the kitchen, cleaning the bowl Sarah had finished much to your gladness.
Siddiq stood next to you, sorting  in the new meds and bandages into the drawers before he stopped to glance outside, sighing quietly as he propped his hands onto the wooden counter.
Distracted by him you glanced up as well, catching a set of four men and women coming from the gates, carrying a few small boxes that gave away the place they had come from pretty quickly.
”Coming from the bridge, huh?”, Siddiq mumbled, quiet enough that it could sound like he was speaking to himself before you slowly nodded.
”I liked working there”, he added, letting out a small sigh as he shrugged his shoulders and gave you a small crooked smile,”Was a bit of a challenge.”
”Yeah…I liked it too”, you mumbled, thinking about the opportunity to be in the woods, another set of surrounding than all the same walls in the infirmary for a few hours a day.
“Maybe if the cold beats retreat we’ll get to go there again…at least for some shifts”, you said, turning off the water and reaching out for a small black towel to dry the bowl in your hands up while Siddiq remained quiet.
”What?”, you mumbled quietly as he still hadn’t said anything back, before he slowly shook his head.
”Heard they’re pulling even more people back…heard rumors Carol’s taking her team too and besides, Eugene told me the waters been becoming harsher from the rainfalls, some kinda roulette game if the bridge’s gonna hold or not.”
A sigh left your lips as soon as Siddiq’s voice hushed, leaving you torn about the thought what must be going on in Rick in these moments, standing in front of the alleged shards of his heart project.
”Shit…feel sorry for Rick”, you mumbled, catching Siddiq nodding quietly before he shrug his shoulders and pushed himself to loose the tension that had begun to spread over his face before he glanced back at you.
”Maybe it still works out, who knows.”
”Yeah”, you mumbled, giving him a small smile before you glanced back outside, finding the men and women that slowly got completely out of your view, descending behind a few of the rebuild houses.
Within just a few moments Michonne replaced them, walking down the street with fast steps that let her dreads dance over her shoulders as she stumped over the blacktop.
Your glance followed her for a second or two before you glanced down again to the sink, hoping that at least on this day you could leave on time to return to Negan.

“We don’t have your bat, Negan”, Michonne’s voice echoed through the cell, a firm tone in her voice as an ice-cold shudder ran down Negan’s back, taking his body in within the matter of milliseconds.
That couldn’t be true…no that couldn’t be fucking true.
“But…but she said Lucille’s at the armory-”, his voice brought out, shivering as he thought back to the things (Y/N) had told him after confronting Rick.
She wouldn’t lie to him.
No, fuck no she wouldn’t do that.
She had been the one to take Lucille with her on that goddamn day at the hill, she had been the one to make sure the bat could stay a little in his room at the infirmary…so what the fuck had they done after he had been imprisoned…what the fuck had they done to her?!
Heavy breaths left his lips as he stared at the women behind the bars, his brows puckering in desperation while a small, sly smile formed on her lips as her voice echoed through the cell again.
“She was.”

“See you tomorrow”, you said, a smile spread over your lips as you shoved your jacket over your arms while your glance wandered from the descending Siddiq to the clock that finally showed you that you could leave as planned, with enough time left to make a short stop-by at your old home to get some new clothes for the night and maybe even hop into the bath for a quick shower.
A content sigh left your lips as you finally slipped outside and walked down the porch’s stairs before a familiar voice stopped you from going any farther.
“(Y/N), Wait”, Michonne’s voice made you turn around to her as she approached fast until only a meter parted you.
“We have to talk…about Negan”, she said, the firmness in her voice immediatley letting a shudder run down your back as you stared in confusion at her, waiting for her to say something. 
“I know you didn’t know but I want you to do so now,…in case something like that happens again”, she said, a sigh leaving her lips as she glanced at you while the restlessness in your body grew.
“Michonne what?”
“He refused to eat, only gave in when I agreed to talk to him.”
”He didn’t eat?”, a coldness shook through you, sending an awful mix of emotions through your veins, an odd feeling of disbelief filling you up even though you could tell she was saying the truth, ”For how long?”
”Since yesterday, but it’s ended now, hopefully”, she sighed, your mind still trying to sort everything she had just said before you heard her voice again.
”You should check on him, either way…the sooner the better”, she mumbled, her voice as firm as before, ”Didn’t take everything I said very well.”
”Is he-”
”I don’t know what he’s doing. But in case he’s throwing a tantrum, I can’t have that. Don’t need him to drive the guards crazy.”

Those last words of Michonne kept echoing through your head as you rushed down the streets, your shoes’ soles hitting the blacktop with fast steps while your breath grew quicker and sharper, daring to slice cuts into your throat.
How the fuck hadn’t you noticed he wasn’t eating?
Or had there even been a chance for you to do so?
He always got the meals during the day, the plates were each and every day already gone when you got there.
Your head was an only mess, trying to figure out what exactly Michonne could have told him while his refusal got clearer to you, it made sense, even though it was hard to admit.
That damn darkness was creeping up again, the memories of what he’d lost, the knowledge of how people were seeing him now, like a monster behind bars.
and that was just a small part of it.
Your heart pounded up into your throat, your pulse echoing through your ears as you finally approached the brownstones, not sure what to exactly await before the odd glance the guard was giving you just let the uneasiness in you grow.
“Well, thank god you’re here”, a huff left his lips, pushing you to furrow your brows in worry and confusion before he slowly shook his head and pulled the keys out of his pants pockets.
“What-”
“See for yourself.”

The moment the door to the house opened your heart skipped a beat, letting the blood in your veins freeze as a rush of panic and concern washed over you.
Cries bounced off the walls, deep, heart wrenching sobs that belonged to the man you loved.
All out of sudden your feet began to run, to rush through the house, shut out everything around you as you stemmed the door to the cellar open and got hit by the uncovered sound of his agony filled sobs and whimpers that let your heart break a little more with each second you were exposed to them.
You couldn’t think, couldn’t even perceive the way you stumbled down the stairs even though your shaking and fast legs dared to let you fall with each step.
Everything in you had blacked out until you caught the metal bars appearing in front of you, showing you the fitting picture to the sounds that reechoed through the cell.
There he was, almost vanishing in the faint light, cowering in the middle of the cell, his hands buried in his short dark hair, his body slightly teetering back and forth as tears streamed down his cheeks and wetted his thick beard as the sobs let his chest rise and fall in a threatening fast rhythm.

“Negan…”, fell from your lips, quietened by the lump that was forming in your throat, urging tears into your eyes as you stared at the picture of misery in front of you Negan had turned into.
“I won’t open the door until he’s on the bed. Rule is rule. Don’t know if he’s fakin’ just to attack as soon as that door’s open”, you suddenly heard the guard’s voice sound through to you, adding with those three sentences a boiling anger to your deep worry that formed into a threatening glare that snapped towards the guard.
“You can’t fucking possibly think that?! Get that damn door open”, blustered out of you, not as aggressive as the emotions in you tried to push it but breaking and panicking by the thought to not get to him.
A sigh left the guard’s lips, his brows pulled into a deep frown before he clenched his jaw and pushed the key into the lock, pushing the door just enough open for you to slip in.
The anger in you wanted to shoot him one more glare for this petty act, but instead the worry in you took over, pushing you through the gap in the door before you found yourself sinking to your knees in front of him.
The tears began to blurry your view as your lips gaped open, letting restless breaths fall from your lips as you slowly reached out to him, placing your hand on his shaking shoulder as you suddenly heard his broken voice sounding through to you.
”Lucille’s gone”, he sobbed, confusion rushing through your mind as soon as he spoke up once more, ”She…she’s out there again.”
”I thought she’s in the armory…”, your trembling voice mumbled as you shifted closer to him, remembering what they’ve had told such a long time ago, after you had taken her with you from the tree on the hill, after Negan had been imprisoned, while your mind was working flat out now, trying to find answers even though there was no way.
Was”, Negan whimpered, his broken voice sending painful stings through your body as he finally looked up at you, showing in the faint light enough for you to see his red rimmed eyes that were swollen from the still flowing tears, ”Said she got lost on a weapon transfer…they didn’t fuckin-…fuckin bother to look aft-”
”Oh my…”, only fell from your lips, the agony that was taking him in was settling over to you as well, forming a whirlwind of pain within you that grew and picked up pace with each second.
“Come here…”, you mumbled, feeling your voice trembling as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your embrace before his shaking body melted against you, his face burying into the curve of your neck.
His hot tears met your skin as you cradled him, your hand reaching up to caress through his hair, trying to comfort him as well as you could before something wet touched your fingertips, letting you flinch away before your eyes stared in the faint light at your fingers whose tips were covered in his thick, red blood.
A shivering breath fell from your lips, your mind trying desperately to figure out why he was bleeding, why blood was trickling from the wound on his forehead you hadn’t been able to see in the faint light.
Heavy pants began to shake through your ribcage, letting it rise and fall against Negan’s slumped shape in your embrace as your eyes wandered in panic through the cell, before the sunbeams streaming through the gaps of the metal bars on the windows highlighted a spot on the stone wall that shook a wave of pain through you.
Blood was sticking to the stone, shimmering threateningly in the light while your heart seemed to stop for a moment and a wave of nausea washed over you as realization kicked in.
He had done this to himself.
he had bashed his head against the wall.
He had-
”Negan, wha-”, your voice couldn’t bring the sentence to an end before it broke, the lump in your throat growing to a size that made it harder and harder for you to speak.
Panic began to rush through you as your mind kept trying to tell you to keep a cool head and be strong for him even though nothing seemed harder than this in these moments.
You should know how to deal with this, you should.
But this was the man you loved in your arms, still sobbing and whimpering, his body trembling in your embrace while the blood of his self-inflicted wound was sticking to your fingers and was still slowly trickling down his forehead.
Tears blurred your view again as your body began to tremble harder, enough for Negan’s whimpers to stop for a moment and loose his own shaking body out of your embrace.
You wanted to say something, not only ask him why even though you secretly knew the answer, but rather comfort him and find a solution that would let his pain vanish.
But while a wrenching fight was happening between your wild running emotions and your mind, Negan slowly backed away, enough for his tears clouded eyes to capture your face that was still taken hostage by shock, pain and a good ounce of disbelief.
“Don’t cry”, his trembling lips brought out, his face wrenching in agony as his trembling hand reached up and brushed over your cheek that had become home to the first tears that had rolled down your face against your will ,“I…I don’t want to you cry because of this-”
“Negan, you bashed-…you harmed yourself, I-”, it blustered out of you even though you wanted to say anything else, ”I’m just-”
New tears trickled down his face as he tried to suppress another sob to erupt his chest while his hand fell from your face.
“I’m sorry”, he whimpered, lowering his head as suddenly all the alarm clocks in your head clicked on and let the urge to stay strong and keep a cool head for him to overcome the wild running emotions of pain.
“No, no, don’t Negan…you don’t have to feel guilty, okay? Don’t do that…”, you said, trying to keep your voice as steady as you could as you reached out to him, softly cupping his face to lead it up until you could glance at him.
“Okay?”, you mumbled again, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks to get rid of his tears and give him some soothing touches before you slowly saw him nod.
“I love you”, you quietly mumbled as you leaned in, kissing him softly, hoping that it might calm him at least a tiny bit.
“I love you too…I-” he mumbled against your lips, his voice breaking as new tears welled up in his eyes and throttled him.
“Shh…It’s okay”, you mumbled, keeping your voice soft as you caressed his face even though you were fighting against the tears that tried to find their way into your eyes as well ,”It’s okay, Negan.”
You gulped quietly before you pulled him back into your embrace and cradled him tightly, kissing the top of his head while you tried to not only calm him but yourself down so you could help him instead of breaking out in tears.

“We’ll calm down now and find a solution…okay?”, you quietly mumbled into his hair, nuzzling it as you cradled him tightly while small whimper left his lips.
“There is no-”
“There is”, you cut him off,  softly but firm enough to sound persuading, hoping to shut down his negative thoughts,”I’m here, alright?”
Your fingers ran through his hair, the tips still daubed with his blood as you caressed them over his scalp, teetering him softly back and forth while the feeling of new tears pressing against your skin let you rise your voice again.
“Always.”

You weren’t sure how long you exactly stayed this way on the cold cement floor,  his trembling body melted against yours, his face buried into the curve of your neck while you cradled and caressed him, trying to calm him further down while the constant shroud of tears in your eyes kept taunting you.
Softly, you pressed another kiss to his hair, nuzzling your nose into his dark locks while your fingers suddenly touched the blood on his forehead again, letting you flinch slightly as you knew that you couldn’t stay this way forever.
Who knew how often he had done that to himself, who knew what that could have as consequences.
Hell, you needed to be strong now, you had to take care now and check him as well as you could and maybe distract him a little with treating his wound would help at least a tiny bit.
“We…we need to get that cleaned up”, you eventually mumbled, gulping to get rid of the rest of the lump that had been lingering in your throat,”Alright? And then we’ll take it from there.”

Seeing Negan trying to lift his weakened body up and slumping himself over to the bed broke your heart all over again, the hurt glance in his eyes only contributing to it as you sat down on the squeaking mattress.
Your hand patted his softly before you bent down, your still trembling fingers reaching past the thin book and the few magazines you had been able to bring him, even though it had taken a lot of persuasion and discussions with the guard.
Finally, you got to the bit of medical utensils you had deposed here when you had still taken care of his cut wound before grabbing them and shifting back closer to him, enough to let him feel your closeness.
“Okay, there we go”, you quietly mumbled as you sprinkled disinfection liquid onto a thin cloth, glancing softly at him before you carefully reached up to dab the cloth over his wound.
Negan flinched slightly by the sting the disinfection was eliciting before lowing his head slightly to make it a little easier for you.
It did, treatment wise, but hell, it also made it harder.
With that, you saw the wound in all its gruesome glory.
Saw what he had done to himself.
A small gasp left your lips, almost sounding like a whimper you couldn’t suppress as a stream of light hit his wound, enlightening it as you tried to concentrate even though the voice in your head began to count how many times he must have bashed his head against the wall to get to this wound.
Every time your mind added another bash a stinging pain shot through your body, making it harder for you to stay focused, making it easier for the tears that kept shrouding your eyes.
It had to have been at least five times…if not more and you were afraid that there may be more injury lingering beneath the wound than your eyes could perceive.
Another shivering breath left your lips as you tried to remove the blood before you felt Negan’s still slightly shaking hand reaching out to you.
Lightly, it grasped yours that still rested on the mattress, squeezing it gently like it already had done so often when trying to comfort you in the past.
Lowering your hand from his cleaned wound you laid the cloth next to the bed, just to reach up again and cup the side of his face to let him glance at you.
For a moment, you were torn, unsure if you should ask him how often he had done this or let it be, avoiding the risk to well up pain and stress again that would ruin the bit of calmness he had achieved by now, especially because you weren’t sure if this information would be worth much in your hands.
You decided for the latter, hoping that you could ask Siddiq later on to take care of his physical health and for now, trying to take care of what seemed much more urgent.
His mental health.
“I’m sorry you have to-”, you heard him mumble, his voice breaking in the end as you shook your head softly and brushed your thumb over his cheek.
“Shh, it’s okay…it’s okay…don’t worry about me now”, you muttered, feeling how more thoughts pressed in on your mind, the rest of his talk with Michonne, or even more what had led to it, the hunger strike.
An urge in you wanted to know about those things but you kept pressing them back, telling yourself that you should take care of them on the next morning, when the situation had calmed a little down and distanced itself.
For now, there was only one thing that had directly led to his behavior and his breakdown, or at least it had been the one to trigger it and finally open the gate for all the darkness that had already so often tried to captivate him.
God, you knew how much the bat meant to him, what kind of memories were stuck in it and not only that, but also what an emotional crutch it had been for him through the apocalypse and its troubles.
You had to find a way to get her back, somehow.

You glanced back up again, looking with agony in your veins at the man in front of you who seemed like he was slowly breaking apart, giving in to the pressure that had been lingering over him over the last year and a half.
It elicited a fear in you that crawled through your body, nestling in beneath your skin as you reached out to him and bit new forming tears back.
“Come here”, you softly mumbled, shifting back onto the mattress until your could lean into the pillow and guide him closer to you.
Within seconds he allowed himself to fall back into your embrace, bury his head into the curve of your neck as his large and tall frame huddled up to yours.
You cradled him softly against your body, running your fingers through his hair, while your arm wrapped tightly around him as your mind spooled back to the reason for this all, just as much as the urge to help him. 
“I’ll try to find her-”
“No”,  he cut you off, his voice still coined by the sobs and whimpers from before as he rose his head from your shoulder for a moment and let his bleary but determined eyes glance at you ,”No, you won’t go out there for me when that shit herd’s roamin’ around.”
You stared at him, unsure and a little desperate in what to do now before you breathed through and gulped softly, nodding as you knew that this wasn’t gonna be the way to go, at least not right now.
You guided his head back into the curve of your neck, brushing over his hair before you sighed softly and tried to let your head work as well as it could in these moments, before you rose your voice again.
“You know what? Maybe Michonne didn’t say the truth, maybe she’s still somewhere here. Maybe she just didn’t want you to know”, you said, keeping your voice as soothing as you could as he shifted slightly in your embrace.
“You think that?”, he asked, his voice raspy as he nuzzled his face closer into your neck while a small ounce of hope seemed to create within the desperation that had taken hostage of his voice before.
“I think it’s more than possible…why should they leave her behind when she’s one of the things they can have power over you with? I know that’s nothing great to hear…I know…but I’m sure they wouldn’t want to miss out on that opportunity”, you mumbled, not only to calm him but also because you felt like this could actually be true.
There was much that could simply get lost, but something as powerful and meaningful as Negan’s bat? The possibility was small.
“So yeah, I think she could still be here…”, you added as you could feel his breath growing a little steadier as you teased your fingers through his hair, pressing another kiss to his forehead as you leaned your head against his.
“I love you, Negan…I love you so much”, you softly mumbled, feeling how the lump that was still lingering in your throat was pressing in on you again as you cradled him tightly and felt how your worry about him took some more charge over your body as the urge to just function was slowly vanishing
A soft ‘I love you too’ was the only thing that got a tiny smile for a moment on your lips before new tears formed in your eyes as you nuzzled your nose into his hair and caressed him softly.

You kept cradling him, holding him tightly in your embrace until you felt him beginning to slowly relax, the exhaustion the sobs and the hunger strike had brought into him mixing with the bit of calmness you had been able to create.
With the passing time, his breath grew steadier, his body melted against yours and his head sunk a little deeper into your neck until you could tell that he had fallen asleep by the time everything outside had turned pitch black.
Just then, just when you were sure he was somewhere in the depths of sleep you allowed the tears that had lingered in your eyes to break out and roll down your cheeks, releasing the tension and pain that had been stuck in your body.
You knew that you had to find a way to help him as soon as the sun would rise again, but right now a part of you was just thankful that he seemed to be at least swinging in a peaceful sleep.
It was an odd mix of emotions that streamed through your body, fear and deep worry mixing with shock and a bit disbelief that still let part of this whole scene seem surreal while you quietly sniffled and tried to somehow handle the fact what he had done to himself hours before in just this cell.
Eventually, your last tears dropped into his black locks as you closed your eyes and nuzzled his hair, hoping dearly that better days would await the both of you as you held him just as soothingly and tightly as he had held you in the last night.


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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “The Bridge”

Summary: While the reader gets involuntary pulled into the fight on the bridge, Negan remains in his cell and racks his head over how to finally tell her those three famous words.

the last part / all other previous parts (None of the previous parts have to be read to understand the plot!)

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The soft sun light was streaming into the cell, dipping it into a warm light that had the power to soften even the cold stone walls surrounding you.
Your eyes were only half opened, your body not ready to fully come back yet as you shifted closer into the warmth by your side, taking in the comforting scent that was engulfing you as the figure holding you began to shift slightly.
He was still asleep, swinging somewhere far away as your head turned slightly, moving a bit from the comfortable spot on his broad chest to let your eyes run over his peacefully sleeping face.
He still looked as handsome as ever, enough to take your breath away and keep you in a certain trance, but still, it was obvious what the cell had done to his appearance by now.
His beard had grown longer, the salt slowly beginning to dominate the pepper while his hair remained black as pitch, even though it was shorter than usual, still coined by the last time they had cut it.
It had been a year and a couple of months by now.
A year and a couple of months in which a whole lot had happened.
Just shortly after the day you had come back to the cell things had began to truly develop.
Maggie had given birth to a little boy who was now carrying the name of his grandfather and just around this time things had began to truly change around Alexandria.
It was thriving.
The windmill that had been in planing back then was now standing tall within the walls that were stronger than ever.
The houses and the church had been rebuild, shining brightly and not showing a sign of the flames that had once torn them apart.
Several cropfields were planted all over Alexandria, nourishing it and the other communities including the Sanctuary with all they could provide, ranking from deep red and tasty tomatoes to luscious and juicy apples.
There truly seemed to be peace for now, there was still a certain tension swinging here and there in the air, but coming from a spot where each of the sides were ready to rip each other apart, this seemed like something impossible beginning to become possible.
Things would be great, if only Negan’s freedom would be one of them.
You would be lying if you would say the cell was easy to deal with, even though he had overcome the first obstacles along with you, you could see how much it tried to impact him.
One day, you still hoped he’d get out and get the chance to show that there was more to him than what the people were thinking and maybe, maybe find the right way to his good intentions that you were sure lingered within him.

With a content hum you nuzzled your nose into the warmth of his neck, feeling how the slight imprint of his scar was brushing against your skin as you pressed your lips softly to it, hearing how it elicited a small, pleasant growl to fall from Negan’s throat.
“Mornin’ Baby”, he grumbled, tightening his arm that had lazily rested around your waist, pulling you closer into his warmth as his lips pressed a sloppy morning kiss to your temple.
”Morning”, you mumbled, back burying your head deeper in the curve of his neck, neither ready nor willing to get up yet.
”Wanna hide in that damn beard?”, Negan throatily chuckled, his hand moving to teasingly squeeze your waist as you just gave him a sleepy grumble back.
”Hmm, thought you were excited for that damn bridge.”
The bridge.
Once made to be able to carry the cars and trucks of people rushing to their woks through the woods had over the draining time of abandonment let nature take most of it.
And out of all times it began to fall apart now when it was actually being used again, needed just like the other routes to transport supplies to the other communities.
It had been already 35 days since the project had started and most of the time you had switched between Alexandria and the quarter of tents they had build up there, helping Siddiq in the provisory infirmary.
But now that Enid was joining in, trying to help as well with her new learned knowledge, you were needed right at the pulsing spot of the bridge, right on the stems to help building it, at least for now.
Negan was right in some way, you were excited to get out of that tent for once, but there were other factors greatly playing in.
After all, you weren’t the only one on that bridge, new and old faces were swarming over it as well and especially this one old one gave you chills.
Daryl.
With the most of them, things were beginning to work out.
You were growing closer to Rick and Michonne again, were earning most of their trust back, just like Gabriel, Aaron’s and some of the others.
There were a few that were still showing you the cold shoulder whenever you were close to them and by now, these people weren’t letting you care all too much.
You didn’t like it, but you weren’t gonna push yourself onto people and make yourself a fool.
You neither had to be everybody’s darling nor did you have to please each and everyone.
But Daryl, yes Daryl was the only one of those you really wished to have back.
Dryly said you could “coexist”, you could be at the same place without him going off like a firework at new years eve but except for his grumbles, you hadn’t exchanged one proper word.
If you were honest, you feared that one or just a couple of words from yours towards him would let that rocket explode after all.
But those thoughts were drifting off in these moments as you cuddled closer into Negan’s embrace, eager to soak up the last bit of his comfort until you had to abandon the bed eventually.
”Don’t wanna leave yet”, you grumbled against his skin with a light chuckle, hearing a throaty one rumbling back in response as he wrapped his arms tighter around your body and pulled you closer until his lips moved in to press another drowsy kiss to your skin.
”Then I’ll just keep ya here”, he chuckled lowly, his raspy voice vibrating against your skin before you lifted your head slowly from his shoulder and glanced sleepily at him.
”Could think of some plans”, he grumbled, raising his brows suggestively as his drowsy hazel eyes glanced at you, his lips formed into the signature grin while you let out a small laugh and shoved his chest playfully.
”Oh, I’m sure of that.”

“Take care, alright?”, Negan grumbled just a little bit later as he stood with you in the middle of the cell, holding you in his arms after you had finally gotten yourselves to slip out of the bed and get ready.
He was keeping you close, his hazel eyes wandering over your face as a wider smirk let the muscles in his cheek twitch.
“Need you back in that bed tonight”, he added lowly, a grin dancing over his handsome features as his hand ran down your body to give your ass a tight squeeze before a throaty chuckle left his lips as he caught you flinching slightly in response.
“Nah, I’m serious”, he mumbled as he tipped in to press a short kiss to your lips  before you gave him a small nod.
“I know, but it’s just the bridge, not the same as taking care of wounds and stuff but it’s still fine”, you muttered back, running your hands from his shoulders to his neck, caressing your fingers through his dark hair at the nape of his neck while a pleasant growl elicited his lips.
His lips met yours in another peck, just until he pulled away, gulping slightly as he remained close enough for you to feel his hot breath brushing over your skin.
“Fuck, I-”, he began, before his voice suddenly broke off again, leaving you confused as you leaned closer in.
“Hmm?”, you mumbled against his lips, feeling him pulling you closer as the grin got back on his lips.
“Can’t fucking wait till you’re back”, he grumbled with a throaty chuckle, teasingly squeezing your waist before he finally leaned back in, giving in to the longing you were feeling too.
Just as soon as his lips captured yours again, the heavy footsteps of the guard coming down the cement stairs echoed through the cell, slowly but surely inducing your departure for the day.

The sun was shining brightly down on you as you found yourself kneeling just hours later on the bridge, your mind drifting here and there off to Negan as your knees dug into the wood of the stem, monotonically hitting nails deeper into lumber as people were swarming around you to fulfill their tasks.
One of them was Daryl, doing his job as always while he remained close enough for you to see him from the corners of your eyes, leaving your body always in at least a bit alertness.
He wouldn’t angrily approach you out of nowhere, you were past that point, still, his presence wasn’t exactly giving contributing to any calmness that tried to spread out in your body.
Trying to ignore the tension as much as you could you shifted a little bit away from the pile of sand by your side that chafed uncomfortably against any bit of skin that was exposed before you went in for another hit.
”D’you want some water?”, Henry’s voice echoed through to you as the dull thud the hammer produced mixed within the other noises around you.
Within seconds you glanced up, catching him standing with a big trunk of water in his hands by your side, reaching a cup down to you.
”Yeah, sure”, you said, pressing a smile into the corners of your lips as you grabbed the cup, filling it quickly with water before letting the cold liquid wash down your throat with relish.
”Thanks”, you mumbled as soon as you gave the cup back to the boy, seeing him grabbing it quickly before he moved on with his job for today.
Just as you went back to working, dedicating your attention to the nails and lumber in front of you a loud thud and the sound of a male voice made your eyes snap up.
Your glance caputred Henry struggling on the ground, his back pressing against the bridge’s wood as Justin towered over him, the jug in his hands as he drank from its opening, completely ignoring anybody around him.
Your eyes wandered from the Savior to Henry who was getting up again from the punch he must have taken in, his brows puckered and his face fallen into a deep frown as he grabbed his stick, tightening his hold on it before rushing it against the weakest spots of Justin’s knees, swinging him right to the ground in the matter of seconds.
Your eyes stayed darted at him, just like the ones of everyone else, bewildered of what he’d done as you let out a scoff, watching how most of the people began to go back to their work as soon as Henry began to storm off and another Savior walked up to Justin instead, quirking an eyebrow mockingly.
”Hey man, it’s cool I got my ass handled by a kid once too…’course I was six at that time”, he mocked, chuckling as Justin groaned, struggling to get up while a harsh frown spread over his face, increasing with every word that flew more out of his fellow Savior’s mouth.
Clenching your jaw uneasily you stared at the scene playing out in front of you, seeing how the anger began to build up more and more in Justin before he let out a growl and got up, pushing himself past the other man, his eyes darting darkly at Henry.
You could feel the urge in you rising to do something, keep that dumbass from hurting a kid but before any of your thoughts could be turned into action, fast footsteps sounded over the surface of the bridge, letting it vibrate beneath them before you saw Daryl’s figure rushing towards Justin.
”Hey! Kid’s just doin’ his job”, you could hear Daryl grumble, grabbing the Savior’s arm to turn him around to him, “Get back to work.”
”I don’t need you people telling me what to do. You ain’t my babysitter anymore”, he growled in response, glaring at Daryl as the anger vibrated through his voice and seemed to rush even further through the air, even as he began to turn around again, heading towards the kid.
With each step he got closer to your spot on the bridge as you suddenly saw Daryl grabbing the Savior’s shoulder, trying to stop him before Justin turned around, his face flushing in a bright red as his fist rushed towards Daryl, letting your heart skip a beat even as he dug quickly, moving away from the oncoming fist.
It could be only seconds that past as you watched the scene right in front of you, not more than one, two meters away from you, seeing how Daryl stormed up from his lowered position, his fist rushing right towards the man’s face in front of him.
A gasp left your lips as you watched him falling back, landing right next to you in the large pile of sand, groaning out in anger and pain while he didn’t even seem to notice you, his rilled up anger only letting him concentrate on his opponent.
Rage spread over Justin’s whole face as his fury eyes kept darting at Daryl, just as yours travelled down, watching his hand grabbing into the sand, burying into it enough to catch a whole handful.
It was only a second that past between thinking and doing, between your mind working flat out and telling you that this handful of sand would land in Daryl’s face if you wouldn’t do anything and your hand eventually reaching out, grabbing the Savior’s wrist, letting your fingers wrap around it with as much strength as you could bring up.
”Get the fuck away”, Justin growled out the moment he felt your fingers touching his skin, his eyes suddenly darting at you, the pure fury letting a shiver run down your spine before the corners of your eyes caught something rushing up.
A duil pain suddenly spread out over the side of your head, knocking you right to the ground as your sight turned blurry for a moment until your head crushed against something hard behind you, eliciting a breathy groan to fall from your lips as you gritted your teeth in pain.
Your eyes were squeezed tight as if they could mild the anguish seeping into every of your inches before you opened your eyes again, catching an empty spot next to you on the pile of sand.
Instead, voices and groans darted your still blurry glance farther, your rapidly pounding head dulling out everything around you as you finally caught the two fighting men again and the people that began to neglect their tasks and instead watch the scene that was playing out in front of their eyes.
It seemed like everything you saw was switching rapidly between slow motion and fast play as you tried to keep your mind from clouding just before the bridge began to vibrate beneath another pair of feet.
It took seconds until your eyes caught Rick storming into the broil, your mind becoming clearer again, rallying and recovering itself from the punch as you tried to prop yourself on your hands, keep yourself steady as you caught from the corners of your eyes how the two men were torn away from each other.
Voices were still mixing wildly with one another before Rick’s voice suddenly pitched out, “Enough! I said enough!”
The voices were becoming lower, just quiet grumbles sounding through to you from the background as you saw Daryl moving past Rick, spitting blood to the ground while his face was caught by the anger that was still boiling within him.
”Get back to work!”, Rick huffed, a scoff leaving his lips as he turned around, finally capturing you on the ground, still struggling to get back.
”What the hell happened with her?”, Rick called out, stumbling towards you as you groaned quietly in pain, starting another try to get yourself to sit straight.
”She got in the way”, you heard Justin yell back from somewhere in the group of people that had held him back, letting an even harder frown spread over Rick’s already tense face.
”You gotta be-”, he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief as he turned his back completely to Justin and instead shuffled towards you, sighing deeply as his eyes wandered over you and his hands reached out to your body.
”Lets get you away here.”

Your feet shuffled over the dirty makeshift paths in-between the tents, feeling how Rick slung his arm a little tighter around your waist to keep you propped up, not trusting you to keep yourself properly on your feet.
Your head was still pounding, supporting the dizziness that was seeping into your skull and limbs as you glanced over to Rick by your side.
”Thanks”, you mumbled as you saw him nodding slightly before he turned slightly glancing closely at you.
”Is it bad?”
”It’s getting better, I guess”, you mumbled, trying to walk as much as you could by yourself before he gave you a small nod and glanced back to the tents, trying by all means to avoid crashing into any of them or the wood they were attached to.
”Gonna get you to Siddiq, think he’s still there…if it’s too bad I want you to go back home with him”, Rick mumbled, writhing you along the path as you looked in front of you, already recognizing the improvised infirmary tent from afar.

”No concussion, but you definitely shouldn’t go back out there today”, Siddiq grumbled as you found yourself siting on a cot after he had tried to examine you as well as he could in the tent.
”So she’s going back with you?”, Rick asked from the other side of the small room as he leaned against a steady shelf, gesturing at you as Siddiq glanced from you back to him.
”Yeah, think that’s the best. Wouldn’t make much sense keeping her here…and I got some kinda meds back home I think that could help her with those smaller symptoms”, Siddig said, reaching up to run his hand for a short moment over his jaw while Rick nodded tensely.
”Alright.”
”She can stay here too till I take off, got not many patients here today so that won’t be much of a problem”, the younger man said, collecting few of his utensils he had used before shuffling over to the other other side, shoving them back into their place in a drawer while you caught Enid watching you from the side of the tent.
”Good…well, see you…gotta take care of a whole other problem…and you, get better, okay?”, Rick grumbled as he glanced at you, before scoffing as you could read off his face that he’d have to go through the fight on the bridge all over again with its source.

As soon as Rick was gone, time began to pass slowly, you stayed alone in the tent after Siddiq and Enid left to take care of some people around the camp, sitting on the cot, trying to stay still and let your body fight against the dizziness.
You glanced outside, leaning into the few pillows on the cot until your eyes caught a shadow dragging over the earthy ground that got closer with each second.
First, you expected Siddiq to walk right back in, get some new salves or bandages but instead your heart skipped a beat as you caught the person belonging to the shadow standing in front of the tent’s entrance.
“Just here ‘cause Carol pushed me”, he grumbled, his eyes darting at you through his straggly brown hair as he forced himself to step under your surprised glance farther into the tent, his glance wandering to the ground as he kept a good bit of distance between the both of you.
You caught your own lips gaping slightly open in wonderment, your mind still trying to get that he was actually coming in, taking a step towards you.
Of course it wasn’t all too voluntary, the way his body tensed displayed it as much as his words did but a year ago, even Carol wouldn’t have gotten him to speak just a single word with you.
“So-”, he mumbled, shifting with his dirty and worn off boots from side to side as he still refused to look directly into your eyes, “Thanks.”
His voice clearly showed the challenge he was overcoming to speak this word out but still, within all the tension that was stuck in your body a little relief began to sneak up in you.
“No problem”, you mumbled softly after a few moments of silence, unsure what to exactly say as Daryl slowly nodded, his hands twitching slightly through the restlessness that steamed visibly through him before he finally glanced up at you.
“Why’d you do it?”
“Should I’ve just let him throw that sand at you?”, you asked, the quickest response leaving your lips in tension before you caught yourself again and raised your voice calmer, gulping as you could feel yourself growing more tense ,”Didn’t want you to get hurt.”
A thick scoff left Daryl’s lips, his eyes darkening within seconds as the suspense  in him rose, letting his jaw clench tightly as his lips pursed in anger.
He hurt me too, hurt glenn, abraham…maggie… and ya still with him”, he growled, eliciting a shudder to run down your back as the temperature in the tent seemed to lower until it reached the freezing point ,”Don’t act like you give a shit.”
“Are you kidding me? I do-”, it broke out of you, emotions whirling up again before you tried to get them back under control as soon as you stopped mid sentence, looking at him, sighing quietly as long known pain spread out in your body,”Why can’t we for once talk like normal people?”
“Think the reason’s sittin’ in that cell”, Daryl growled back, shutting your calm argument down within seconds before he huffed out and leaned back against the table behind him, obviously trying to get himself under control.
You weren’t even sure if he was trying to keep his cool for you, you actually highly doubted it, instead it felt more like he had given Rick or rather Carol a promise to try.
“I care, I really do”, you mumbled, a little helpless and unsure how to go on, else than trying to reassure that you were being genuine.
“Seems like you care more about that prick”, he snapped back, the control he seemed to have tried to maintain visibly vanishing as you let out a small sigh.
“Daryl-”
“But be sure that there’s nothin’ gonna come back from him on the long run”, he growled, cutting you right off as he pushed himself away from the table and stepped a little closer,”He ain’t gonna love ya or some shit. That asshole, all he cares ‘bout is that damn bat.”
The words leaving his lips were as sharp as a hunting knife, underlined by the growl that was just growing thicker while you knew that he was slowly falling back into the old scheme and that was a dirty one.
Once he had stepped over this certain line, not much was able to hold him back, and especially not you.
“He’d switch ya for it any time without battin’ an eye”, he spat out, his eyes glaring at you through the strands of hair hanging into his redder growing face while your body grew tense, seeing how he waited for the pain to spread over your face.
He wanted to hurt you with those words, make you feel his anger and disappointment that was boiling deeply within him, and you knew it.
You knew what their only purpose was and still it struck a small cord within you, even though you were determined to not show him.
So you stayed still on the cot, hearing how he let out an angry snort as he shook his head about you, growling as his words began to rush repeatedly through your head.
One last time he glanced at you before he turned around and stomped out of the tent, without being held back by you.
If you knew it would help, even just a tiny bit, you would have tried to, but right now you knew more than with a hundred percent certainty that any reaction of yours would just make it worse and probably catapult you to the state back you’ve had more than a year ago.
And that was one of the last things you could need.
So you remained silent on the cot, glancing outside, watching the sun stream in beams through the roof the tree’s crowns were creating while slowly but surely Daryl’s words began to let their effect act on you.
Negan had never said those three words to you, at least not yet, but so hadn’t you, even though you did feel it.
You loved him.
You loved him with all you had, more than you had ever thought being capable of and even though you couldn’t pinpoint a moment of realization, you knew it had been a long while already.
If you were going back in time, skipped through all these events you had gone through with him, you knew you had already loved him when you had held him beneath that tree on the hill in your arms, sobbing and covered in his blood, afraid to lose him forever.
And from that point on it had just gotten stronger.
Those words had rushed through your mind several times already, more than you admitted to yourself.
In the mornings, when he was all drowsy, pulled you deeper into his embrace, kissed your temple and let you drown into his scent and warmth for another five minutes.
During the day, when something happened and all you wanted to do was show him or at least tell him about it.
When you came back from work in the evenings and could finally fall into his arms again and let him take you in.
When he made you laugh with the odd sense of humor he had and the roguish grin that danced over his lips when he attempted to tell you yet another one of his dirty jokes he was dragging into an unbelievable length with tons of colorful and way too descriptive details.
When he was panting above you, kissing you feverishly and filling you up with the pleasure only he could give you.
And eventually when you cuddled up to him in the night and felt him tucking you in along with him, slinging his arms protectively around your body before letting you drift into a deep sleep.
Those were just a few of the moments you caught those words sneaking up in your throat, pressuring you to let them flow from your lips even though you had stopped them each time till now.
And you had your reasons.
You weren’t completely sure if he was ready to say it back and the last thing you wanted was to push him.
You wanted to hear those words when he was ready for it, when he felt like saying them and not because he felt obligated to because you had told him.
After all, showing someone you loved them was even more important than just words, and that was definitely something you both did, still, it would be a blunt lie if you’d say you hadn’t thought about telling him anyway, knowing that he deserved to hear them.
It was an ever running circle of wanting to tell him and not knowing if you should, as you deeply down knew that you were simply thinking too much about it and were making it more complicated than it actually was.
You let out a small huff, fumbling a little uneasy on one of the loose threads that were poking out of the seam of your pants as you refused to let any of the other things Daryl had said come too close, knowing how hurtful they would turn out to be if you would let them take your mind and feelings hostage.
No matter how untrue they were.
Sighing you leaned back, shutting your eyes for a moment, fighting the dizziness that was still keeping your body in its claws before the singing of the birds and the soft swishing of the trees in the wind outside began to relax you.
Just as you began to drift off, feel how your body slumped into the pillows behind you, Siddiq’s voice ripped you out of the trance you were falling into. “(Y/N)? We’re taking off.”

He should have told her this morning.
He really should have grabbed himself by his own damn balls and just get those words over his lips instead of breaking his voice off like some damn flop and tell her the other first thing that came to his mind.
But shit, he wasn’t good with that kinda crap.
He could swing big ass speeches with the most ease, put the magic of effectively swinging his dick into the right words but these three words, they were a whole different challenge, larger than he liked to admit.
The reason wasn’t that he didn’t fully feel it, hell no, that was definitely not the issue here.
He felt all of that crap, from this specific kind of warmth she elicited within him to that feeling he had with her that made a nut busting orgasm look like some lousy fucker.
And if he was honest, he was feeling it clearer and more intense than ever before and if he wanted to sink even deeper into some goddamn sappiness, whatever it was he had with her, that shit was some kinda once in a lifetime thing.
Finding each other in the circumstances they had and especially staying and growing even closer to the other one within the harder times that followed, that really had to be some special shit.
So what was exactly his goddamn problem?
It shouldn’t be that hard, right?
He was feeling it, that much that his damn heart felt like it had a massive, pulsing and rock hard boner on a full time basis, so why couldn’t he let that damn boner cum and let those words spurt out of his mouth?
He had told her other things, things he’d put right on the same level as those fucking three words, still, they seemed to be something different, something like a milestone that couldn’t be compared to anything else.
If he looked closely, forced himself to drown deeper into his own mind and feelings, he knew that there were some reasons that would stay hidden from him, while others were literally shown to him, a bit fear and maybe even some guilt were right there on that silver plate his mind presented him.
Most of it was utter bullshit, he knew it, but that didn’t make any of it easier.
He sometimes did felt guilty, keeping Lucille in mind and the things he had fucked up back then, the things he had screwed up on his first try.
He had loved her, he really had.
He hadn’t carried the bat around with him and now wished and longed to have it back with him in the cell for nothing and everything it stood for still had a large impact on him, having given him so much strength and protection over all this time.
He’d give so much to have it back, his dirty girl, let his hands grab the smooth wood and swing it through the air, preferably to end up hitting some of the sorry fuckers outside or hell, just lean it next to his bed like he had done it before the time in this hellhole.
It was all that he had left from before.
He knew where the bat was, probably locked up in the armory or so, and he also painfully knew that the real person was still laying on that hospital floor, nothing more than skin and bones. But shit, if there really was some kind of heaven, he hoped the real Lucille would be up there with someone who deserved her and fucked her brains out and back in on a daily basis.
If that was the damn case, she’d probably be looking down on him right now, shaking her head and crossing her arms, wondering what he was waiting for.
Hell, he was even sure she’d like the shit out of (Y/N), someone who was getting him back from all the shit he had done and let him finally feel like he was alive again.
He hadn’t done it right at his first try, at least not until the last time he’s had with her, so he couldn’t do the same thing with his second, no matter if there was some fear that she might not say it back.
He just had to make it right now.
This time, he had to be the one she deserved.
He had to tell her.

The time that had passed on your drive back to Alexandria and eventually the tablet Siddiq had given you in the infirmary had done their job, helping you to deal with the dizziness and the pain that still let your head pound.
Walking still wasn’t your favorite thing to do in these moments and you could still hear Siddiq telling you to lay down as soon as you could so your body could take a proper break, but there was a certain place you had to get to to finally do that.
“Oh there he comes again…bringing me that shit ass food, huh? Little early today, aren’t ya?”, you eventually heard Negan say with a little tease but mostly a huff in his voice as you found yourself walking along with his guard down the cement stairs into the cellar until you reached the bars of his cell and let his glance turn utterly confused.

“What happened?”, he asked only minutes later as you stood in the cell, heard the guards footsteps descending again while his hands were cupping your face carefully, his eyes examining you worriedly.
“Dumb fight on the bridge…not between me or someone…just got pulled into it”, you mumbled, feeling how his thumb began to brush in a caressing manner over your cheek while you tried to put the day properly into words.
“You know what? You get your sweet ass on that bed and tell me then all about that crap…don’t need you to crock up”, he said, his voice gentle but still firm as well as you glanced at him, painfully seeing the concern washing over his face.
“It’s not that bad anymore-”
“No discussion. Know what you’re doing there”, he cut you off, his eyes keeping yours on lock as he let out a small sigh, “Sweet as fuck that you don’t want my ass to worry but I can’t have that. So lets take this to the bed.”

The mattress that showed all other times how old and cheap it was felt now soothing to your body as soon as you began to sink into it and the pillow Negan had quickly leaned against the wall to give your back a little support.
As you began to talk he shifted uneasily next to you, his eyes still filled with concern as you told him about the fight between Justin and Daryl, your rather involuntary participation in it, Siddiq’s diagnosis for you and eventually your talk with Daryl.
You told him everything as he kept asking for details, especially as soon as you reached what Siddiq had told you to do to get better as soon as possible, and you kept telling him everything until the latter of all these events.
The first part of your conversation flew out of your mouth without being stopped, the push Carol had given him, the more or less meant ‘thanks’, even the part as he began to accuse you of lying about caring for him, but as soon as you had passed this part, your voice began to stall.
“What did he say?”, Negan grumbled as soon as he caught the reluctance in your eyes and noticed the increasing breaks in your voice.
You glanced at him, saw the concern mixing with restlessness within his eyes as he loosened his puckered brows up to rise them questionably.
“He said you wouldn’t care on the long run”, you mumbled, as you felt your voice stalling again, “And…you’d choose the bat over me any time.”
You knew there was one other thing Daryl had said, the one thing you had racked your head over before departing from the camp side, but this was something that as always didn’t make it to travel past your tightening throat.
Everything else, but not that.
You weren’t gonna risk that he felt like he had to prove something just because Daryl had given in to his anger again and had thrown a fit.
That just wasn’t worth it.
“But you know that’s bullshit right?”, Negan’s voice ripped you away from your circling thoughts, darting your attention back to his face and his darkening eyes.
“Of course, I just-…I don’t like rilling you up with those kinda dumb accusations”, you mumbled, shifting a little more into the pillow behind your back as he slowly nodded.
“Okay”, he grumbled right before he let out a little huff and ran his large palm over his thick beard, “I mean, not fucking okay, I want you to tell me that shit instead of carrying it around with ya…but I get it.”
His head left his jaw again as it reached out to yours and gave your hand a soft squeeze before he glanced up at you again.
“But just to make this crystal fuckin’ clear, I’d give a lot to swing Lucille through the damn air again, a whole goddamn assload of crap…but not you”, he mumbled, eliciting a small warmth inside you as his grasp on your hand tightened, ”Not fucking ever…that’s not even up for discussion.”
You have him a soft smile, turning your hand slightly so you could lace your fingers with his as Negan’s face began to slowly relax again.
”Now how about you lay down and give your body some damn rest?”, he mumbled, already a turning a little to grasp with his free hand the blanket at the edge of the bed and pull it up over your legs.
”Yeah, probably for the best”, you said, nodding softly as you readjusted yourself and shifted down until you could rest your head on the pillow.
Quickly, Negan pulled the rest of the blanket over your body let out a small chuckle, ”There ya go.”
”Can you come here?”, you mumbled as soon as you slung the fabric a little tighter around your body and cuddled into the pillow, feeling how you longed for his closeness and warmth as the consequences of the punch began to let your eyelids grow heavier.
”Sure thing, just a moment, Sweetheart”, he mumbled, seemingly sunken in some thoughts as he caressed your covered side for a moment while you began to give more and more in to the longing of diving into a comforting sleep.
”Fuck…”, he grumbled, your half closed eyes catching how he stroke uneasily over his beard once more before his hazel eyes glanced at you ,”Baby? Don’t fall asleep on me yet.”
”Hmm?”, you mumbled as you opened your eyes a little more, slightly confused as you caught his glance while he shifted a little closer.
”Listen, that’s not because of any shit Daryl said or what fucking ever…I just-”, he grumbled, letting the confusion in you slowly grow as a small huff broke his voice off.
“Hell, I already wanted to tell ya this morning but-”, he mumbled, stopping once more as he let out a nervous chuckle.
Slowly, you raised your head a little, glancing at him as your eyes ran over his face, searching for an answer before you slowly raised your voice, ”Negan, what?”
“I love you.”
His voice was deep, thick with emotions and genuineness and with this one moment and those three words slipping out of his lips, you felt like your breath was being taken away for moments, catapulted into a trance that let the past seconds seem surreal.
”Hell, I love you so fucking much”, he added, his eyes meeting yours as those words left his lips once more and let you realize that those moments were no beautiful hallucination but instead pure reality.
A big smile began to grow on your lips as it got more and more clear to you, as the worries you’ve had were pushed out of your mind and suddenly the thing you had wished for, the thing you hadn’t wanted to push him to had solved itself in the best way possible.
He loved you.
Shit, he loved you and your heart felt like it was about to burst as it filled up with more and more happiness, growing with each passing second as it pounded within your chest and pumped warmth through your whole body.
Your eyes wandered over him, catching how he gulped, his eyes having left yours seconds ago as he shifted over the mattress.
”I know I should’ve said it a whole fucking while ago already, fuck, I-”
”I love you too”, you cut him right off, not allowing to let those thoughts just nearly take up more of his mind as your voice lead his eyes right back to you, letting them widen and his lips gaped softly open, ”I love you, Negan.”

For seconds your mind seemed to black out until you felt his lips meeting yours, their warmth contributing to the growing one within you as the first careful moves turned feverish and longing to not only hear the words, but feel them too.
You were wide awake again, completely forgetting about your pounding head and the dizziness that still tried to flare up here and there, but got tamed by the whirling emotions within you.
Your fingers reached up, entangling in his thick beard, caressing his jaw as he kissed you and grabbed you to keep you close to him, careful as if he was afraid to hurt you after the incident yet firm enough to hold you tight.
You were insatiable for his kisses, yearning for each of them as you heard his low growls and purrs rumbling against your lips while you clung to his body.
The only reason you parted was the growing need for oxygen, but still you remained close to each other, panting softly before you opened you eyes and saw the big smile that had mixed into his grin and got dragged over his whole face.
Both of you were speechless for a moment, even Negan and as you slowly came back an feeling him pressing another peck to your lips, you caught the grin beginning to mix into the heartfelt smile a little more
”Fuck, you got any idea what that just did to me?”, he softly chuckled, biting his lower lip as he reached out to your hand, cupping it with his as he lead it closer to his lap while the grin grew wider, ”Show ya what.”
”Got me rock hard”, he grumbled teasingly as you let out a chuckle, only gasping softly as he placed your hand right over the large bulge that was growing beneath his prison suit and let you know that those words weren’t empty promises, “Say it again and that beast breaks free.”
”Sure”, you chuckled, the big smile on your lips sticking to them as you playfully teased your fingers over the noticeable tent and grinned with another chuckle at him.
”You know what? As soon as you’re fine again, that big fucker’s gonna make you feel it too…shit, till you can’t think of any fucking thing else”, he purred, biting his lip as he his hand placed back over yours and raised his brows in a playful manner.
”Then I hope my head recovers quickly”, you teased back, hearing him letting out a throaty laugh as he picked your hand up and lead it to his lips. brushing them over its back before pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
Your fingers slipped eventually away from his, reaching out to his neck to softly pull him back down to you.
You hummed as you felt him propping himself over you, his hazel eyes wandering over your face in a combination of roguishness and deep affection while your fingertips played softly with his beard.
“I love you”, he mumbled again, eliciting another wave of warmth to wash over you, forming the smile that was everlasting on your lips to grow bigger again before this loving reaction made him lean a little more, “So fuckin’ much.”
His lips met yours again, this time caressing not as feverishly but rather thoroughly and loving over yours, as if he attempted to feel you and taste the words that had earlier escaped your mouth off your lips.
“I love you too”, you mumbled again, not ever growing tired of hearing and saying them as Negan smiled against your lips before he leaned down, brushed them over your neck and pampered your skin with kisses and small nibbles.
You hummed in approval, soaking up each of his caresses until he backed slowly away and instead shifted next to you on the bed, just as you had earlier asked him to.
His back leaned into the pillow as he pulled you into his embrace, cradling you against his chest as you leaned your head against his neck and heard a low chuckle leaving Negan’s lips.
“But I mean…how couldn’t you love me with that beast in my fuckin’ pants”, he mumbled teasingly, darting your attention right back to the bulge that was still boasting beneath his prison suit as he jerked his hips playfully up and let out another throaty laugh.
“Oh there he is again”, you chuckled, pinching him teasingly into his side as you  huddled closer up to him, “But no, he’s not the reason, just a really great extra.”
“Hmm”, Negan grumbled with another low chuckle, pulling you a little closer into his embrace as he got a little quieter again.
Nuzzling your nose into his warm neck you hummed contently, feeling how the sleepiness was beginning to wash up once more within you as Negan pressed a small kiss to your temple.
You wanted to say more but the emotions in your whole body were whirling wildly around, too many and too intense to catch them and form just a half proper sentence with them.
So instead, you cuddled closer up, choosing actions over words as you placed a soft kiss to his skin and caressed your fingertips over his chest while you slowly closed your eyes and enjoyed the low hums and content growls that rumbled up his throat.
”Sleep tight, Baby”, Negan lowly grumbled in response to your relaxing body that melted more and more into his embrace as you slowly nodded and buried your head deeper into the curve of his warm neck.
”Hmm…after this, think I’ll sleep better than ever.”

You remained to be right, your sleep was peaceful and soothing, the effect of Negan’s confession outdrowning any pain the consequences of the punch wanted to put into your body.
It was only for rare moments that the sleep let go of you, allowing you to crawl a little out of its grasp even though it kept you in its darkness and only let two voices sound through to you, one of them more familiar and deeper than the other.

”What did you do to the fucker who did that shit to her?”

You drifted back away for moments, shifting a little to get comfortable, trying to let your head  figure out if those voices were real or just made up by your drowsy mind before a warmth caressed over you for a moment and consoled you again as its accompanying voice bounced off the cold stone walls and echoed through your head.

”I got my future laying right here on that bed…but you..your family is dead, Rick. That bridge It’s not the future. It’s a monument to the dead”

It got darker, darker and darker around you, the sleep was grasping and tightening its hold on you in the silent moments that passed, and as the final words sounded through to you, you were already sinking back into the sleep’s unending depths.

“You’re not saving the world, Rick. You’re just gettin’ it ready for me.”

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Negan Drabble ~ The Keys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keys.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What were you supposed to do now?

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

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

Negan on the one side.

Your old friends on the other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Negan Drabble ~ Melody

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

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

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

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

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


(The gif isn’t mine/ it was originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty)
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Negan Drabble ~  Red Devil

Summary: While the Reader has to deal with the annoying sides of being a woman, Negan tries his best to take care of his girl and her pain in his cell.

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

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


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