Category: negan the walking dead

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“Ten fucking minutes left!”, Negan called out as he dashed through the bedroom, his eyes gleaming excitedly up as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from the black leather couch.
“Follow me Baby, ‘cause I got a surprise!”, he chuckled as he bit his lip with a grin and dragged you away.
“Hell, Negan, where are we going?”, you asked as he quickly grabbed Lucille, swung her on his shoulder and opened the heavy wooden door of the apartment hastily.
“As I said, it’s a damn surprise so don’t make me fucking ruin it for you”, he chuckled as the door fell shut behind you and he pulled you with him through the hallways of the Sanctuary until you got to the stairs that let up to the roof.
His large hand wandered from your wrist to your hand as he let his fingers entangle with yours while he stumped the stairs just as excitedly as before up.

Just seconds later you found yourself standing in front of a bunch of massive fire crackers, ready to be fired and shot into the night sky, next to them a small provisional clock that was counting down, a gas lamp and eventually an amused Negan who was grinning widely at you.
“Simon found this shit on a damn run and boom! Here we are”, he chuckled as he leaned slightly back, his glance filled with the joy of a kid who had just gotten a new toy to play with.
“And no worries. My men got that shit with the dead fucks covered”, he said as he walked towards you.
“Come here”, he mumbled before he pulled you into his arms as they wrapped tightly around you and pulled you close.
“Last minute’s going. Get ready”, he said as he looked at the clock before he glanced with a smirk back to you.
Your arms wrapped around his torso as you cuddled closer into his warm chest that was being the best heater in this cold December night and leaned your head against his neck before you heard his voice counting down.
“Ten – Nine – Eight – Seven – Six – Five – Four – Three – Two- One -”
And with that you felt his warm lips on yours as he pulled you into a deep and smoldering kiss that managed to get your knees weak, while small hums and growls rubbled through his chest.
“Happy New fucking Year, Baby”, he muttered against your lips, your eyes still closed before you slowly opened them and looked into his happy face.
“Happy New Year”, you mumbled as you pecked his lips and felt him leaning his forehead against yours for a moment while a deep content hum left his lips.

“Alright, first one”, Negan called out moments later as he had let go of you and his lips had curled back into the wide grin while he was stumping towards the first smaller tube like fire cracker that was securely placed on the ground.
“You ready?”, he asked as he looked with a smirk back to you.
“Of course”, you chuckled before he leaned down, enlightened the fuse and quickly jogged back to you just as a tall spray alike flame in form of thousands of small glittery sparks bursted out of the tube.
“Ho-ly shit! Now look at that damn fucker! Small as hell but cums like a big one!”, Negan called out as he pulled you closer to him, happy laughs erupting his and also your body while you watched the flame bursting higher until it slowly burned out.
A small cold shudder ran over your back as Negan’s warmth left your side to grab the lighter from the ground for the next firecracker.
“Ah shit, wait”, you heard him say as soon as his glance had caught the tremble that shook through your body.
Quickly, his leather jacket slid from his body before he grabbed it and walked closer.
“Leave it on. Negan, you’re gonna freeze”, you said as you nodded to the plain white shirt he was just wearing underneath while he shrugged his shoulders.
“Well shit, then my ass gotta have to freeze”, he said with a small chuckle before you gave in and slid your arms through the warm leather sleeves.
“Hell, now you’d just need to wear no fucking thing underneath”, Negan mumbled with a wide smirk and a throaty chuckle as his eyes roamed over you.
Letting out a laugh as you slightly shoved his chest you nodded back to the fire crackers.
“Maybe later but now it’s my turn”, you chuckled as you took the lighter out of Negan’s hand and walked towards a bunch connected rockets.
Quickly, you enlightened the fuse before you stepped back again and rushed to Negan’s side while the first firecracker painted the night sky in a bright red. 
Just as Negan’s arms wrapped back around you, the next rocket let the sparks switch from red to light blue while you leaned against him and stared up into the sky that painted into more and more beautiful colors with every moment.
“That was a great surprise”, you mumbled as you leaned slightly up to peck his lips.
His warm lips placed on yours again while you heard another rocket shooting up before you felt his lips forming into a wide smirk against yours.
“Well, Baby got some good news for you, ‘cause there’s another rock hard surprise just waiting for you in my damn pants.”

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Christmas Special

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• Him looking the first time forward to Christmas again since the apocalypse started, simply because he knows he’s going to spend this time with you

• Him using every single opportunity to get you under a mistletoe to tease you about how disrespectful it would be if you would ignore that tradition so he can steal a longing kiss from you

• For Christmas eve, him planning far ahead everything in detail, so he can spend this night only with you while being sure that no one’s gonna disturb you once you’re alone

• Him sending his men out to get a Christmas tree, decoration and literally anything else that is somehow Christmas related

• For your gift, him searching through the whole Sanctuary before going on a run himself to search for something special and something he truly knows about that you’re gonna love it

• You being able to persuade him to take less from other communities at least at Christmas time

• Him joking how good Lucille would look with Christmas lights wrapped around her before you actually get him a string of lights as a joke only to have a widely smiling and truly amused Negan walking with an in Christmas light wrapped Lucille around in your room

• During the whole holiday season, him teasing you with Christmas related remarks, while asking you if you’ve been naughty or nice or if you wanna taste his candy cane are just a few examples

• Before giving you your gift, him first messing around, telling you he’s got his dick wrapped up with a ribbon for you as a present before giving you his actual gift while whispering in your ear that you can still, of course, have his dick as an extra present

• Him being entirely happy as he sees how your eyes light up once you have unpacked your gift and eventually hug him tightly, only for him to pull you even closer as a wide smile is planted all over his face

• Him acting around as nervous as a child when it comes to his gift, all while trying to guess what it is until he can finally unpack it

• Spending the whole rest of the night cuddled up, wrapped in a thick, warm blanket, drinking hot chocolate or his favorite scotch while just enjoying that you are able to spend this time, especially in the world you’re living in, with the person you love

• As you both already begin to drift off into a deep sleep him pulling you even closer and whispering with a smirk in your ear that he’s so gonna give his extra gift to you on Christmas morning


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Winter Special! Warning: Only a bit mild smut

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


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An imagine about the 11th episode of season 8

While the war continues and Gabriel’s on his way back to the Sanctuary, Negan finally opens up to the reader.

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The hallways of the Sanctuary were faintly enlightened as you made your way side by side with Negan through them, tension filling you up by the thought that he was about give you an explanation why he had left after kissing you and why he had acted like a goddamn jerk later on.
This tension got accompanied by another strained feeling, produced by what you had heard about the escape of Carson and your friend Gabriel as you had followed Negan through the hallway.

And then you sat in the apartment, the moment you had waited for became real as you sat down on the leather couch and watched how Negan let himself fall onto the armchair towards it. 
His glance was fixed onto the end of Lucille’s handle as he held her in between his legs and rolled her end uneasily over the carpet, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he ran one hand over is face, trying to find a beginning.
”I guess I got a special fucking talent for fucking things up that matter the most to me…”, he mumbled, a nervous and humorless chuckle leaving his lips as his words sent a shiver through your body.
He gulped harshly, his glance still casted to the ground as he took a deep breath.
You knew exactly that this was hard for him, talking about his own feelings especially when they made him vulnerable, but right now you couldn’t have consideration for that.
Deliberately or not, he hadn’t done that with you too in that truck, even though this was by far not the reason.
You simply needed to know, you finally needed to get an answer to the “Why?” that was spooking through your head for already way too long.
“I panicked, fuck…I know that’s no damn excuse”, he mumbled, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he clenched his jaw and breathed stressfully out. 
“I would’ve been the last person to not understand if you would’ve told me you needed some time for yourself to get sorted, …I know how that feels”, you mumbled, not to directly reproach him with it but rather to show him that  you weren’t mad at him for panicking but for what he had done.
“I know, I just-”, he said, stopping as the words seemed to be stuck in his throat again.
A moment of silence followed as he stared into the emptiness, his lips pressed tightly on one another as he heavily gulped.
“You make me feel shit again and that…”, he began, uneasiness in his voice before he took another deep and heavy breath, “It fucking terrifies me.”
You weren’t even looking directly in his eyes but right there, right in these moments there was nothing of the big bad wolf left in his glance, in it he was just a man at one of his most vulnerable points.
The words echoed through your head, stirring up something in you and creating   tiny bit of that familiar warmth in your body.
“I didn’t have that since Lucille and I-”, Negan said his body tension up as he shifted uncomfortably on the armchair while that feeling in you increased as he opened more up to you.
“In that damn truck,…it all got so real, I couldn’t see past shit anymore and that crap battered my ass down… and it hit the fucking panic button. I just…I didn’t know what to do”, he said as he gulped harshly, his brows puckering as he tried to keep himself sorted.
“I’ve already screwed once marriage up and now,…fuck”, he scoffed, running a hand over his face as his voice broke, the desperation in it so real that it send shivers through your bones that just got stronger as he finally looked directly into your eyes.

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An imagine about the 10th episode of season 8

After the events of the last night, Negan and the reader’s relationship has to undergo harder challenges before she finds out about Carl’s death

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The dawn shrouded the forest and the high buildings of the Sanctuary into a faint light and soft fog as you arrived at its gates.
Slowly you stretched your limps out beneath the thick blankets, shifting uncomfortably on the improvised mattress in the back of the truck.
You hadn’t slept more than an hour at the most, your mind was still filled up with all the things that had happened in the past night, including your kiss with Negan, the way he had churned up fled after and especially the horror that had happened when he had come back to get his stuff.
You could still hear his harsh words, the dismissive way he had acted as well as you could feel his glare still burning into you.
And just the thought that you had to leave the truck in a few minutes and step out into reality let a small shiver run up and down your spine. 

Slowly, you lifted yourself up, grabbed a small water bottle that had rolled beneath the bench next to you and swirled its cap off.
You took a few big gulps of the cold water, trying to give your body a bit of the fluid back the tears of the past hours had drained from it before you carefully let some of it flow into the palm of your hand.
With a small sigh you cleaned your face up from the tension the dried tears had left on it while you hoped that it would give your skin at least a little freshness to let you look as if you were fine and not the mess you actually were.

The sound of the squeaking gates filled the air as you left your little hide-away of the last hours completely, slipped back into your boots and shoved your jacket back over your arms just before the truck moved onto the compound.
Your glance wandered to the window as you watched how you passed some of the destroyed fences and eventually got to a part of the Sanctuary that was now completely cleared from any walkers that had roamed over the ground.
“We’re there”, you just heard the driver call into the truck’s back as the engines stopped.
A heavy gulp traveled down your throat as you stood up, not knowing what would await you as soon as you would step out before you heard the dull sound of your own footsteps echoing through the truck.

The fresh morning air hit your skin as you stepped out of the truck while you tried to keep yourself straight on your legs that had lost most of their strength to the exhaustion and lack of sleep that was stuck in your whole body. 
“I’ve been ordered to get you to Negan’s apartment”, you suddenly heard a male voice say as your glance wandered quickly up to a man with a grey-streaked full beard whose blue irises darted right at you.
You weren’t sure if you were glad or not that Negan wasn’t the one standing before you now but for a moment the anger boiled back up in you, simply due to the fact that he was continuing his fleeing and instead sent a babysitter to take care of you.
“Alright”, you mumbled as you swallowed down the urge to growl that you knew the way very well yourself, knowing that this man hadn’t any fault in Negan’s shitty behavior.
The savior gave you a quick nod as he turned around and began to guide you towards one of the entrances.
From afar you could see Negan walking straight to another door, his brows puckered and the glance sternly directed to nothing but what laid in front of him.
Something in you ached just by looking at him before you forced yourself to look away and found yourself back in the hallways of the Sanctuary.
A strange tension laid all over the blue-eyed man you could only explain yourself with the things he had seen in the last night before you had left Alexandria.
Hell, you could still see them.
The blood overflowed Savior Negan had killed in full rage after this man had attacked you for helping Carl escape, his voice that had boomed loudly through the heated air and the way Lucille swung down to the man over and over again.
This Savior right now couldn’t have any idea that the night had taken other ways than the way it had seemed to choose after Negan’s show of protectiveness.

A small shiver ran down your back as you began to enter more and more familiar hallways that showed how close you got to the room that was filled up with thousands of things that were related to Negan.
The things you wanted to have the least around you right now.
“Here we are”, you heard the man eventually say as you stood in front of the heavy wooden door before you gave him a small nod.
“Thanks”, you said quietly as he looked for a short moment at you.
“Anytime”, he just mumbled, scratching over his bearded cheek and grabbed the handle of the door, just to push it down and let the door open.
“Gotta make sure you’re inside. Orders are orders”, he mumbled before you stepped in, a bittersweet chuckle stuck in your throat as you felt like a prisoner who had been just guarded to their cell.
The door closed with a dull thud behind you as you shook your head in disbelief.
So that was how Negan was gonna deal with it?
Keeping you in the apartment while he did everything to not cross paths with you?
Something in you asked yourself if he would come to his room as well but the thought of how he had behaved outside by the trucks quickly pushed the question back.
A part of you wanted to get the uncertainty out of your body, hear an explanation for why he did what he did and the other part just didn’t want to see his face for a good while.

For moments you just stood like that in the middle of the room before you gradually made your way over to the bathroom, hoping that the water of the shower wouldn’t only wash the last bit of blood off of your body and calm the bruises your attacker had left, but also let you get your head clear.
Layer for layer you shed the clothes off your body, just as you caught your reflection in the mirror.
The only good thing you could see was that you really couldn’t tell that you had cried before.
But you looked tired, played out, the choking bruises on your neck began to turn into different colors while the small wound on your temple was dyed into a dark red tone.
You let out a huff as you let your glance wander off the mirror before you slipped into the shower and turned the water on.
Within a second you felt the calming warmth rush down onto your body, a sigh leaving your lips as your aching muscles got some release and the shower began to manage to wash the thoughts out of your head.
And with each moment that passed you craved more of that feeling of being at ease.

You weren’t even sure how long you stood under the shower but at some point you found yourself laying on the bed, dried and with clean clothes on, leaning into the soft pillows while you tried to blend out that everything around you seemed to scream “Negan” and instead gave your body the possibility to finally get some rest.
You slowly closed your eyes, your mind and exhaustion fighting for the upper hand before the thoughts the shower had washed out began to find their ways back into your head, letting your mind swirl around Negan, your friends back home as well as Carl, Rick and your half-brother Daryl.

A knock on the door let your eyes snap open and your head snap up, while your brows puckered at its faintness as it repeated once again.
This wasn’t Negan, not even Simon.
You slowly sat yourself a bit more up, your glance stuck on the door as you debated with yourself if you should open it or just ignore the knocks of whoever was waiting behind it.
Just as it seemed like the person was already long gone, you heard another knock, accompanied by a voice that let your blood freeze for a moment.

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

Winter Special! Warning: Only a bit mild smut

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


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

Warning: a bit smut

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

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“You came back.”

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

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

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

Moments later you found yourself sitting on the bed right next to Negan, your jacket already placed next to the bed on the floor, your hand laying in his while his thumb stroke slowly over its back, tracing small patterns into the skin while he seemed to search for words.
A small sigh fell from his lips as his other hand sneaked up to let his palm stroke over his thick salt and pepper stubble before it fell down to his knees again as his face finally turned towards you.
”I’m sorry…real fucking sorry…that night it just got too damn much. I know that’s no excuse, but-”, he sighed, his glance were falling from yours before you squeezed his hand softly and shifted a little closer.
He was beating himself up, you could see it clear as the day and you hated it as he seemed to fall into the role of feeling like the one who always fucked things up.
And it wasn’t even true, hell, It wasn’t the case that he was the bad and you the good one in your relationship.
The situation was the big deal and his position in it, first the war, then the cell. Besides, you felt like you were far from perfect as well, you unwillingly fucked some things up too from time to time and yes, you made mistakes.
But that’s simply human, right?
You had been mad at him, sure, but now that you had heard the first part of his explanation already, things were standing in a different light.
”Negan”, you softly mumbled, your voice reassuring before he slightly shook his head and gulped uneasily.
”Just feels like I can’t give you shit. Not even just about those big things, also this damn small shit”, he grumbled, sighing before he glanced a little up, “Sounds fuckin’ sappy, but just walking down the damn street with you in my arm or, hell cooking some spaghetti for ya…I can’t do any of that.”
Another sigh left his lips and his behavior got clearer and clearer to you with each second, but the moment you wanted to say something he rose his tense voice once more.
”I don’t wanna be just the damn asshole who just takes and doesn’t give shit back”, he mumbled, the pain clearly audible through his voice before his brows puckered in distress and a harsh gulp travelled down his throat, “Couldn’t make it all up to Lucille the way I wanted…thought I could just make everything better for us and then this crap cell happened. Feels like I’m fucking doomed to fucks us up too.”
”And then there’s this fucker who could give you all that and…fuck, that just drove me crazy…it still does.”
You let out a small, worried sigh, trying to find the right words as you were squeezing his hand before you took a breath and rose your voice, determined to get those things as fast as possible out of his head.

He was always there, putting himself back when you needed him. You could be truly yourself when you were with him, without having to worry or adjust just in the tiniest bit.
Hell, he was your rock, no matter how clear that was to him or not.
The very last thing he did was ruining your relationship.
The situation was far from easy, you couldn’t and wouldn’t deny that, but this wouldn’t make him less of a great partner.
If you were honest, you couldn’t imagine someone better, someone who could make you laugh or smile as much as he did.
To you, he really was all you had ever searched for and all you hadn’t even known you were searching.
He was all you wanted and needed.
And Caleb, he was the very last thing he had to worry about, not only because the man who had seemed so kind at first had changed over your last conversation, but because he simply wasn’t Negan.
And the very same thing counted for anybody else.
The words began to flow easier as soon as you saw his face relaxing, saw the tension wash from it and saw his eyes soften and a smile beginning to grow on his lips that made his dimples softly show beneath the thick beard stubble.

”Anybody could be out there and I wouldn’t care, you’re here and I just want you, regardless of this cell or not”, you finally mumbled, the relieved smile that kept growing on Negan’s face letting the warmth in you grow some more before you knew you had to add something, something you needed to get off your chest after having to wreck your head all these days over it.
“And the thing is…I just…I never had those big insecurities or doubts with you…I mean, sure I had those small thoughts once in a while, just asking myself why the hell you want me but I guess…I guess in some way that’s normal…you always made me feel special and desired and I just-”, you said, stopping as your glance wandered through this cell before you gulped slightly and glanced towards him ,”I thought maybe you think all those things because I don’t show you enough how much you mean to me…or because I’m not loving en-”
“No, no, no, shit Baby don’t even think that. That’s all just me, this crap cell and all that shit stuff happening around, but in no damn way you”, he cut you off, his voice determined as he grabbed your hand tighter, making you look at him to make sure you were understanding each of his words.
“And those small shit insecurities, fuck, why’d you have them? You’re fucking mind blowing awesome, hell to me, you’re my damn perfect girl”, he mumbled, squeezing your hand tighter as more warmth got unleashed while his warm hazel eyes wandered over your face.
“Well and that’s the way I see you too”, you mumbled back, trying to give him the last bit to reassure him before he chuckled quietly and quirked one eyebrow.
”I’m your perfect girl?”, he grumbled teasingly, as he not only let a wave of laugh wash through your body but even more relief.
He got his humor back along with the happy grin that was dancing over his face  and those two were some of the best ways to confirm he was fine again.
”You know what I mean”, you chuckled, shoving your elbow playfully into his side before you glanced up into his hazel orbs.
”So this is settled?”
”Yeah”, he said, running a hand over his beard stubble as he loosened the other one that had clasped yours, before he reached out to your legs, grabbing them carefully so he could pull them over his own until you ended up on his lap and felt him wrapping his arms around you.
“We’ll get through this here”, he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, longing to feel him as close as you could while more and more relief washed through you the more you realized that everything was truly fine again.
”Fuck, you got no I idea what big ass rock just fell from my damn shoulders”, he mumbled into your shirt, bringing the relief that also streamed through your veins to a point.
Glancing down at him you caught his eyes darting at you, softening as they met yours.
Your hands wandered to cup the back of his neck, your fingertips toying with the dark locks at its nape before you slowly leaned down and let your lips meet, finally.
A tingling but comforting warmth streamed through your body the moment you met, feeling his lips caressing over yours, capturing them longingly and with a certain hunger the last days of your absence had created.
Humming into the kiss you kept your eyes closed, feeling how his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer against him, how his hands held you while deep growls that rumbled through his chest and up his throat vibrated against your lips.
Only slowly you let go of each other, only pushed by the urge to catch some breath while your face was still hovering closely over his, far enough away to glance into his eyes, close enough to still feel his hot breath brushing over your skin.
A relieved smile began to grow once more on your lips as you glanced at him and felt the unbelievably large mass of feelings you had for him wash over you again.
For the split of a second, it seemed like some certain words ghosted through your head, whirling up more of the emotions that were already dancing wildly within you while you could swear by the look in his eyes that there was something, if not the same, at least similar, rushing through his head.
You were too stirred up to think logically, but there still was a tiny part in you telling you to not rush it while you already were in such an emotional state and situation.
”You’re the best damn thing that fucking has and could’ve ever happened to me…I want you to know that, alright?”, you heard Negan mumble, his voice thick with genuineness as he glanced at you and made the smile on your lips grow even larger than it already was, while your heart began to flutter and pound excitedly against your chest.
”That works the other way around too”, you mumbled back, instead of switching them with this other pair of words, realizing that the moment was perfect as it was, that those word he had just told you meant not less than the ones that had ghosted through your head seconds ago.
One day they would slip out of your lips, you were sure of that as you realized with each passing moment back in his arms how deep those feelings for him were, deeper than you had ever experienced or expected to experience but for now, you were simply happy to have him back in this moment that couldn’t be better just the way it was.

”Shit, you really got the fuckin power to turn me into some drippy fucker”, you heard Negan mumble after a few moments, his lips pressing with a grin against your shirt before he let out a small chuckle.
”You’re not drippy, just sweet”, you mumbled with a soft laugh back, glancing down at him as you wrapped your arms closer around his neck and looked into his hazel orbs.
”Mhmm”, he just chuckled, running his tongue quickly over his lower lip before he shrug his shoulders slightly,”Fuck, I don’t care anymore either way.”
With a deep hum he leaned in, pressing another kiss to your shoulder before you could see his grin growing wider before he glanced up again and let you see the roguishness that was stuck in his eyes.
”Just be aware that I’m also that fucker who fucks your brains out and pounds your sweet pussy into the damn mattress till you can’t think and walk straight”, he purred, tightening his hold he had on you teasingly before a laugh escaped your lips.
”Oh I’m more than aware of that”, you chuckled, seeing him biting his lower lip before he pulled you closer with a pleased sigh, right until he could bury his face in the crook of your neck and breath contently and with another deep him in and out.
The warmth within you grew some more as you wrapped your arms closer around him, enough so you could lean your head against his and let your fingers run through his dark locks.
Your eyes eventually closed as your whole body relaxed and melted against him, leaving you wrapped up in his embrace while his warm breath that brushed softly over your skin let you swing into a peaceful trace.

”You’re gonna let me make it up to you, Baby?”, Negan mumbled after a small comfortable while of just being entangled in each other against the fabric of your shirt.
Loosening your hold on him you glanced down, catching him pressing his lips against your skin while his eyes were traveling up until they could lock with yours.
”You don’t need to, It’s not-”, you said, already somewhere else with your thoughts before you recognized the tone in his voice along with the roguish glance in his eyes and began to chuckle softly,”Oh you mean that making up.”
”Is that a yes?”, he hummed, grinning up at you as his arm tightened a little more around your figure.
”Yeah”, you mumbled back, your smile wide as you leaned in until you could press your lips in a short but loving kiss to his.
Feeling your lips part you still remained close to him, feeling him leaning once more up to give you a soft peck before his hands moved to your waist, cupping it tightly as he turned around, enough to let you fall into the bed, let you sink into the mattress while he moved in the matter of seconds on top of you.
”There we go”, he chuckled, caging you in between his arms as his lips met yours again in a more heated kiss.
Humming against his lips your hands wandered up his chest until they found their rest around his neck, letting you feel his warmth and the dark locks at its nape.
”Damn, I’m so fucking happy you’re here”, Negan mumbled as your lips parted for a moment, his lips not able to stop from turning into a wide smile that overpowered the grin by far.
His lips met yours again, caressing over them while pleasant growls rumbled through Negan’s chest and up his throat, letting it vibrate softly against the palms of your hands.
Slowly your fingers wandered down, right until they reached the button border of his shirt, feeling the fabric of the prison suit brushing against your fingertips as they were wandering farther down, ready to unbutton it before Negan suddenly broke off your kiss.
”No, no, you’re first”, he chuckled lowly against your lips, pressing a peck to them before you heard his gravelly voice vibrating against you once more ,”Let me take care of you.”
“Okay”, you mumbled softly, feeling the yearning for him grow as he smirked at you, his teeth sinking into his lower lip before he leaned down until his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, eliciting a soft hum to fall from your lips.
Your fingers found their way into his dark hair, running through his black locks as his lips created a warm path down your neck, over your collarbones before his hands slowly began to slide beneath your shirt.
His rough, warm hands ran over your skin, letting goosebumps of longing spread over your body as they moved your shirt up, right until he could pull it over your head, his eyes glowing up as soon as they began to wander.
Your back pressed seconds later back into the mattress as his lips were placing open mouthed kissed down your stomach.
His warm breath let pleasant chills run down your spine as your fingers caressed through his hair, feeling how he nuzzled his nose into your stomach before his teeth began to teasingly scrape over your skin.
A soft chuckle fell from your lips in response before you glanced down, catching his hazel eyes and the large grin that was spread all over his face before he chuckled lowly and leaned in, playfully biting your stomach, letting his teeth sink just enough into your skin to give you a soft tug while his beard stubble was tickling you softly and elicted a laugh to fall from your lips.
Negan’s low chuckles vibrated against your skin as his bites turned back into kisses until he made it to the waistband of your pants, his fingers beginning to fumble on the zipper as you laughed quietly.
“Think you gotta get the shoes off before”, you mumbled, seeing him glancing back up again with a groan before his deep laugh mixed in again.
“Fuck”, he grumbled with another chuckle, leaning back up again to move down to your feet, “You’re getting me all fucking dazzled.”
Chuckling he moved to swing your legs over his lap, grabbing your ankles as his fingers were fumbling on the shoe laces.
”Shit, fucking boot fucker”, Negan grumbled as he wiggled them struggling off of you, pushing the first shoe to the floor, seconds later then the other before his hazel eyes wandered back to you, traveling over your legs before he let out a humorous scoff and glanced grinning at you.
”Damn those pants are annoying, gotta get them off of ya”, he grumbled biting his lower lip, already climbing back up to you before sliding the fabric off your skin in the matter of seconds, leaving you in only your underwear and Negan roiled up in the best way possible.
His lips were meeting your lips again, heated and more rough than before but still with some of the smile on his lips he didn’t seem to be able to get off of them.
Smiling into the kiss yourself your fingers caressed over his jaw, pulling him closer to you as low hums and growls vibrated against your lips while your feelings flared up once more, washing a wave of warmth through your whole body.
It kept streaming through your veins, each of your inches, each of your cells, while the relief mixed further into the happiness that was letting the warmth grow with each second.
Negan’s beard stubble brushed against your skin as your lips parted for a moment, feeling how he let out a satisfied hum before your eyes fluttered open and saw his warm orbs glancing into yours.
Your lips grew into a wider smile as your fingertips caressed his stubbly jaw, hearing another small growl eliciting his throat as his eyes wandered over your face, seeing them slowly narrowing in the lust and yearning that was streaming through your body as well.
”I’m all yours”, you whispered against his lips, knowing the effect it had on him that got quickly confirmed as a purring growl escaped his lips and a flicker danced through his darkening eyes.
”Fuck Baby, and I’m your damn man”, he growled against your lips, his hot breath hitting your skin before his lips captured yours once more.
He groaned quietly into the kiss, relish washing through his voice as he pressed the largely growing bulge beneath the fabric of his pants against your covered but growing heat.
“Oh, I know you like that”, Negan purred with a grin against your lips as soon as a hum had escaped them, adding another one as he was grinding himself once more, now harder, against your most sensitive spots.
“Fuck, I know what you like else, too”, he grumbled with a low chuckle, pressing another kiss to your lips before they left them to find their way south.
Negan’s touches were lingering, enough to make you painfully long for more of him while his lips gradually traveled down, his strong hands managing to get rid of your bra in the matter of moments before they fondled your breasts, caressing them with his fingers and those warm lips of his.
Soft moans left your lips, increasing as soon as he was hovering over the waistband of your already soaked panties, his hot breath letting goosebumps spread over your skin as his darkened eyes glanced up at you while a wicked grin danced over his lips.
“Gonna make you feel so fucking good”, he purred against the fabric, allowing another wave of heat to wash through your body before he leaned further down, pressing his lips to the part of your panties that was hiding your most sensitive spots while a satisfied growl left his lips.
You hummed softly, feeling how Negan’s lips pressed then to the inside of your thighs, the roughness of his beard sending pleasant shivers down your spine before a soft giggle left your lips as soon as you felt him chafing his stubble teasingly along the sensitive skin.
“Negan, no”, you laughed quietly, squirming as he looked with a wide grin at you, raising his brows suggestively before dragging his stubbly cheek once more over your skin just until his warm lips pressed a final kiss to them and his fingertips finally found the waistband of your panties.
As soon as the fabric had left your skin, one more growl elicited Negan’s throat as two of his fingers trailed along your wetness just before a gasp left your lips as his lips captured your heat and began to do their magic.
Every flick of his tongue was sending hot shivers through your veins, pooling even more in your body middle while two of his fingers began to pump into you as his other hand traveled over your body until his thumb could caress your heated flesh in circling movements.
Soon, he set you into a beautiful trance, pushing you further into it until your body shook in pleasure, soft moans left your trembling lips and your fingers were twisted into his dark locks as he finally carried you through your high.

“Told ya”, Negan quietly chuckled as he climbed moments later back up to you, licking his lips as his arms caged you in between them once more, letting him hover right over you as his hazel orbs caught yours and brought a whole different warmth back into your body.
“Fuck, can’t tell you how goddamn happy I am”, he mumbled, the smile that had never really left his lips was mixing stronger into the grin that was still dancing over his face.
“Same goes for me”, you quietly chuckled, your breath becoming steady again as you saw him leaning down, pressing his lips against your neck, his smile clearly palpable before he teased you with his tickling beard once again.
“Oh come on”, you huffed with a chuckle as you squirmed beneath him, digging your fingertips softly into the fabric of his prison suit’s shirt while a low laugh escaped his lips and his raspy voice vibrated against your skin.
“I know you actually like that…shit, I know you love it”
“Mhmm”, you chuckled, half in approval, half squirming and trying to keep more laughs from shaking through your body before you tugged on his shirt ,”Now get out of your clothes too.”
“Oh someone’s greedy”, Negan grumbled, kissing your neck swiftly before he leaned back, grinning at you and licking slowly over his lower lip before he got himself on his knees and pulled the pieces of the prison suit off his body until only a pair of black boxers and a large, promising tent beneath them was left.
“What? You know the last damn piece’s yours”, he chuckled, biting his lips as he glanced down and jerked his hips a little and in a teasing and playful manner forwards.
Having to grin to yourself you leaned up, your fingertips meeting his warm skin and the fabric of the waistband before they slipped in-between and finally pulled his boxers down, revealing the beast that was hidden beneath it.
A low growl left Negan’s lips as he got fully rid of it and caught the anticipated expression that was spread all over your face, right before he was guiding you back into the mattress, leaning over you, his breath ghosting over your face as his large hand gave his pulsing dick a few tight pumps.
A manly grunt left his lips as his hand moved to grab your waist, as yours wandered to his back, your fingertips caressing over his skin while your body’s heat grew in more anticipation, mixing with the relief, lust and happiness that was already deeply stuck within you.

Then, he finally sunk into you, inch by inch, letting a soft gasp fall from your lips as he stretched you in the best way imaginable out, leaving you clinging onto him as you wrapped your legs around his hips to allow him to sink even deeper.
“Fuck, you’re wet”, he growled, his hips meeting yours as he thrusted once more into your heat, groaning in deep relish as he caught your face twisting in pleasure.
“Slippy like a damn ice track”, he added with a low chuckle, grinning at you as your soft moan got interrupted by a laugh as you dug your fingertips teasingly into his skin.
“Really?!”, you chuckled, raising your brows playfully before the grin took over as soon as his deep laugh rumbled up his chest and his hands gripped you a little tighter.
“Mhm yeah”, he mumbled grinning, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips before his hips began to move in rhythm with yours, letting the pleasure spread all over his face in the matter of seconds.

Soon enough your bodies were a tangle of limbs, getting lost in each other while the happiness and relief that was still streaming through both of you was letting more small laughs and playful moments create as you clung to one another.
Those small laughs mixed with his deep groans of pleasure and your soft moans, reechoing through the cell as you sunk deeper into the lust and longing that got unleashed more and more with each passing second, each deep thrust, each touch and each kiss.
Everything felt intoxicating, his skilled movements that turned slow lovemaking to a whole different and heated dimension every other moment.
His touches that could be lingering once, tracing his fingertips over your skin and to your sweetest spots to pamper them with skill and in the other moment hard and yearning as they grabbed your hips to thrust deeper.
Your kisses that could change from slow and loving to passionate and rough, but either way managed to let both of you sink into an even deeper trance.
The only constant was the smile that was still lingering on both of your lips, somewhere always there even if you were sunken in a deep, longing kiss.

You stayed this way, entangled in each other and filled up with the best whirlwind of emotions swirling through your bodies until you were nothing but panting  messes, clinging to each other while small happy chuckles left both of your lips.
You didn’t even really notice the cell around you, it felt somewhere far away from you as Negan’s warm hazel eyes ran over your face, his smiling lips gaping softly open to give space to small pants while your fingers traced over his stubbly jaw, smiling just as bright as he did before both of your lips met again.

Your breath was finally steady again as you found yourself cuddled up to Negan’s side, your bare body pressing against his while his arms were securely and protectively wrapped around you, keeping closely in his warm embrace.
Your leg was hooked over his, allowing you to huddle up even closer as your fingers toyed softly with the small, dark curls that peppered his chest, and your nose nuzzled into the warmth of his neck, burying your face into its curve like it was your very own sanctuary.
Negan’s head was leaning against yours, his warm breath brushing over your skin as his lips placed a small kiss to your temple and his fingers traced up and down your arm, while the soft gestures of the big bad wolf let a smile on your lips grow as you pressed a gentle kiss to his neck.
And there you laid, both with big smiles on your lips, more than happy regardless of the fact that you were in a cell, laying on a cheap mattress with only a thin blanket covering your bodies.
Negan pressed another kiss to your temple as his hands reached up to tuck you a little more in along with him until he wrapped his strong arms tighter around you and let out a little but content sigh as he cradled you against his chest.
Both of you were swinging in this comfortable silence, still stuck a little in the bubble you had brought each other in but if you were honest, there weren’t many words needed right now, if any.
Each of you already knew what was most important, what mattered the most.

You were gonna get through this.
Together.

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prompt: “I could use a hug.”

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“Come on, tell big ol’ Negan where the fuckin’ shoe pinches”, Negan drawled, propping his elbows  onto the wooden surface of the kitchen table to get a little closer to you and allow his hazel eyes to lock with yours.
But instead of keeping them locked you glanced back down to poke some more in your lunch while he you heard him letting out a small but deep sigh.
“It’s just a bit much right now…everything”, you mumbled, clenching your jaw uncomfortably as you tried to pack your feelings and thoughts into words without revealing too much yet.
“What? The shifts? Sweetheart, I already told you I can take some more off of you”, he said, his voice turning a little softer, even concerned as exhaled tightly and looked up at him, shaking your head slightly.
“That was great with that one shift, and I’m really thankful for that but I can’t do this on a regular basis…when I get a special treatment each and every time I’ll stir something up and I don’t want that. I don’t wanna lose the other’s respect or even become some kinda underdog because of that”, you mumbled, spinning your fork uneasily between your fingers as if it would be the answer to each and every of your problems.
“They wouldn’t fucking disrespect you, not if I-”, Negan began, stern and with protectiveness swinging through his voice before you stopped him right there.
“Negan”, you said, glancing up and capturing his eyes at you cut him off, knowing too well that his intervening would make it all just worse.
Another deep sigh fell from his lips as he clenched his jaw and puckered his brows slightly, pondering before his eyes met yours again.
“Alright…I get that. but either way, I got the damn feeling you’re not telling me everything that’s buzzing through your pretty head”, he said, his glance intensifying as soon as it had your eyes on lock, refusing to let them go.
You shifted uneasily over your chair, attempting to use your food once more to distract yourself from the situation while you exactly knew that he was right and even more, that he wouldn’t stop until he had pushed all concerns out of sight.
So yes, there was something more but you couldn’t tell him, hell, you’d make a fool out of yourself and turn this all into a huge embarrassment, maybe even change things between the both of you.
You were growing closer, but not that close yet to ask for something you had immediately thought of the moment he had asked.
It was simple, yet complicated as hell.
And this thing was nothing else than a hug.
A simple but proper hug.
You couldn’t remember the last time you had one, it had probably been years and each time you thought of this long time a quote you had heard some time before the world went to shit ghosted through your head:
“We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth.”
According to that, you’d be stone dead.
You damned yourself often enough for even thinking about it, in a world such as the one you were forced to live in, hugs weren’t or shouldn’t really be within the top priorities on the list.
Either way, you couldn’t deny that you were in deep need for one, especially with the stress you found yourself stuck in.
You just craved to feel safe and all comfortable for once in this whole mess and the person who could give you this was right in front of you, but you’d do hell to ask him.
Fuck no, you weren’t gonna do that, no matter how much something in you wanted to let your guards down for once in his strong arms.
“So what is it?”, Negan asked, urging a little more while curiosity and worry mixed in his words as he reached over to you, taking the fork out of your fingers and laying it down next to the bowl, stealing your distraction and forcing you to finally look consistently into his concerned eyes, “I’m serious, Sweetheart.”
A tight exhale fell from his lips as you stayed reluctant, not knowing what to do now.
You couldn’t lie, Negan would be able to tell within the matter of milliseconds.
“Listen if you don’t wanna talk, I’ll respect this shit. Just got the feeling you’re holding something back that really wants to get the fuck out”, he said, keeping your eyes locked as a shudder ran down your back, making your mind work flat out.
“Like I said…it’s just a lot and I just-”, you stopped, finding yourself struggling horribly, “I could-”
You sighed, letting your glance wander through the room, trying to find some hold on the beige paint on the walls or the wooden shelfs before your eyes fell back on Negan’s, knowing that you couldn’t get out of this anymore.
“I…don’t laugh at me or something…I just- in this here…I could use a hug”, you mumbled, your voice becoming quieter with each word until your glance fell embarrassed to the wooden table plate.
“You’re kidding me? Why the hell should I laugh at you for that”, he said with a soft chuckle, letting your heart that had already dropped by the first few words rise up again.
Suddenly, the creaking of a pushed back chair sounded over the wooden floor boards, guiding your glance back up and letting it fall on Negan, who rounded the small table until he stood shortly in front of you.
“Alright, Baby. If you want, well damn, I’m right here”, he chuckled, letting your lips gap open in surprise as you glanced up at him and looked into his brightly shining eyes and the pearly whites he flashed with his wide but softer turning grin.
“You don’t have to-”
“Well, what if I fucking want to, Sweetheart”, he chuckled, opening his arms a little while his eyes roamed over your face.
“I’m not only the damn king of fucking, I give great ass hugs too – even though I gotta say I got a little damn rusty in this, haven’t done this in a long ass while too…anyway, now you wanna get in here or nah?”, Negan’s deep voice drawled, sending pleasant and excited but at the same time nervous shivers through your body before you found your body taking over your mind as you stood up and felt Negan’s hands reaching out to your waist, spreading goosebumps all over your body as soon as you felt his touch.
Seconds later his strong arms wrapped around you as yours slung around his torso, letting him pull you flush against his firm chest before his warmth and musky scent surrounded you.
The soft leather pressed blissfully against your skin as you leaned your face first cautiously against his shoulder, before feeling yourself growing a little more confident as you felt him pulling you closer, allowing yourself to slowly nuzzle your nose into the warm skin of his neck.
A deep hum rumbled through his chest and up his throat, letting it vibrate softly against your body as he leaned his head against yours while your emotions seemed to dance wildly within you, as if they got finally released after an ice age of frozen still stand.
You could feel yourself loosening more up with each second, melting into his tall frame as if he was the perfect fit for yours while the excited and nervous emotions slowly ebbed down and allowed the comfortable, safe and peaceful ones to show their faces.
A whole different kind of warmth began to spread out in you, began to stream through your veins and flow into each and every of your cells as he cradled you against his chest, with each time his warm breath brushed over your skin and with the way he had his arms wrapped around you just as if they built a wall of safety that allowed you to finally let your guards down.
A content and freeing breath fell from your lips as you found yourself stuck in a beautiful trance, not fully realizing yet that you were hugging the big bad wolf of the sanctuary.
You could feel one of his hands beginning to caress your back, moving just a tiny bit up and down, brushing his rough fingertips over fabric of your shirt while he slowly let his head drop down to your shoulder, holding you even closer than before.
The suspense you had felt prior was flowing out of your body with each second you spent in his embrace, with each bit he cradled and caressed you, showing a side of him you hadn’t fully seen and discovered yet, a side he maybe had forgotten about all these years as well.
Slowly, you drifted more and more into the beautiful and peaceful trance, losing yourself more in him while you could feel his body melting closer against yours, as if the very same thing was happening to him as well.
Feeling how your lips curled into a content smile against his skin your mind made one last act before letting your emotions fully take over, whispering softly that the big, strong and though man who was holding you so tightly in these moments certainly needed this hug and your closeness just as much as you needed his.

 
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