The soft stuttering of the car woke you up as everything still laid in the darkness, only the fair light of the moon and the headlights of the car enlightening the road and the forest at its side. “Had a good nap?”, you heard Negan’s voice ask, letting you turn your head to him before your eyes met his softened glance while a small grin planted on his lips. You nodded quietly as a small yawn left your lips, your mind still a little caught in the sleep as you felt his hand slowly stroking over your thigh, the other securely grabbing the steering wheel while Lucille was still placed safely between your legs. “We’re not too far away anymore, shouldn’t take long till we’re home”, Negan said, his glance wandering from you back to the road as you shifted slightly on your seat. “And then?”, you asked, remembering everything that had happened and especially everything his backstabbing right hand man had done. “We two will have a nice ass night”, Negan said, a small grin on his lips before he rose his voice again as soon as he saw the way your brows perked slightly up. “I won’t give it that easy to this asshole, no…”, Negan mumbled, his jaw clenching tightly as his brows puckered for a moment ,”He’s gonna fucking die with a big loud boom and get what he fucking deserves, but not tonight, I want it to be a little surprise for him that I’m back.”
Summary: Locked up and alone with his terrorizing thoughts, Negan’s jealousy and fears of loss get even worse as they’re provoked by another nerve-wracking encounter which eventually lets a promising night with the reader turn into the horrible opposite.
Warning: tiny hint of smut, Negan being jealous as hell (and a bit from Negan’s pov again!)
Slowly, you began to drift out of your sleep, first sensing the warmth that was surrounding you, a comfortable and soothing warmth that was building another, a fuzzy and blithe one within your own body. Shifting softly, your eyes began to flutter slightly until they were half open, glimpsing at the bright sun rays that were already enlightening the cell. For a moment, you stayed still before you could feel his arms tightening carefully around you as you cuddled a little closer. A sleepy hum was leaving your lips as the warmth surrounding you got stronger while you nuzzled your nose into the comfort of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. Gradually, you began to drift more out of your sleep, step by step until you finally got fully back to consciousness and began to feel that there was something hiding beneath this warmth that let it suddenly feel different than every other morning. It was tension that was coming more and more forth out of its hideout, a tension that was usually only stuck in his body when a nightmare had haunted him in his sleep. Confused and still stuck in the drowsy shroud the past sleep had left on you you shifted slightly, raising your head sleepily from his shoulder until your eyes could glance at Negan, look into his hazel eyes that were surrounded by a certain darkness even though their soft orbs got enlightened by the morning sun. “Mornin’, Baby”, he mumbled, his voice was soft as he spoke those two words, completely contrary to his eyes that were backstabbing him in the attempt to keep the mask up his deep and soothing voice was trying to build. His drawl hushed as your eyes wandered over his face, over each of his handsome features, trying to find out if there was actually something bothering him or if your sleepy self was just hallucinating. There was no way he’s had much sleep in the last night, his eyes were yearning for rest while the dark circles beneath them were underlining each of the minutes that had been stolen from him in the past night. His lips were falling into the form of a thin line as soon as his words hushed and were letting the rest of his facial muscles align with it, creating a mine on his face that not only let the confusion grow but formed a bigger concern as well. “Morning”, you mumbled back, your voice a little croaky from the sleep as you gulped slightly, “Everything okay?…Did you have a nightmare or something?” Your voice was a bit quieter than before as your eyes kept being captured by his as they still caught the muscles in his cheek twitching as he clenched his jaw. Slowly, he began to shake his head, creating with each movement more confusion until he finally spoke up. “No, I’m fine…just didn’t catch much sleep”, he grumbled, attempting to pull you a little closer and caress your waist with his large hand as if he wanted to soothe your concern. But he couldn’t, the glance in his eyes and the suspense in his body were too revealing for you to believe him right of the bat and it didn’t take more than another glance of yours for him to realize his failed attempt. With a deep sigh, his eyes wandered for a second through the room, as if he was pondering about what to tell you until they met your glance again, “-And Rick the prick had the fucking glorious idea to change up the guard.” With puckered brows and a questioning glance in your eyes you looked at him, still confused as he let out a humorless chuckle and shook his head slightly again, reluctant to continue at first. “Negan, what’s wrong?…Who’s the new guard?”, you asked, careful and with the drowsiness stuck in your voice as he let out a small sigh, as if he was trying to hold something in himself back as his eyes wandered to the high windows of the cell. Before you could hear his voice echoing through the cell again, it got replaced by the sound of dull footsteps that made their way down the stairs, letting the mine on Negan’s face harden with each step the unknown guard was traveling further south. Your confused glance switched from Negan’s tensed face towards the cell door, trying to catch the moment the reason for Negan’s behavior would be revealed. For a moment, you expected Tara or Rosita to step in front of the metal bars, see their dark hair and dun eyes piercing through the door but no, you saw neither of them. Instead there was an ash blonde thatch peaking through the gaps and glaucous eyes staring right at you, belonging to the figure of a man that let anything Negan’s voice and face had displayed make sense within seconds. Caleb kept looking at you for seconds, provoking Negan’s arm to tighten around your waist a little more with each of it while your eyes stayed on your friend for a couple of seconds, “Morning”, Caleb mumbled, giving you a quick nod while your surprised glance was still stuck to Negan’s new guard and the realization that this change would just throw more logs into the fire of jealousy that burned deeply within Negan, no matter how unfounded this jealousy actually was. He had tamed it last night for your sake, but now that Caleb was right here, right there to let it flame up again, it was just a question of time for how long he would be able to keep it low. “Just here to make sure you’re up…guess you can already tell that quite a bit changed”, Caleb said, shifting slightly but visibly uncomfortable over the cement ground, “Like Eden said yesterday, they’re pulling a bunch of people off to work at the construction for the windmill till everything’s settled, so for now…well for now I’m taking some shifts over here.” His eyes were on you, almost as if he was intentionally avoiding to meet Negan’s glance while you were still captured in a bit of a shock stare, trying to process what was happening before Caleb gave you a little insecure but still friendly smile. “Well then, I’ll see you in about twenty, if I’m not down here by then, just take the walkie to call”, Caleb said, nodding towards the small device by the cell’s door while the man by your side was shuffling up into the pillows and leaning himself against the cold stone wall as if it was giving him a more dominant position. “Alright, thanks”, you said with a small nod, feeling how Negan was growing more restless next to you as he was staying unusual quiet even though you could tell by the way his jaw clenched and his throat cleared slightly that there was a big urge in him pushing him to make a venomous remark. It only took seconds for Caleb to give you a confirming nod and another glance before he vanished up the stairs again and the glimpse you could catch of Negan from the corners of your eyes, that was just enough for him to not earn this certain remark. A harsh gulp travelled down your throat as the last one of Caleb’s steps echoed through the room, right before the dull thud of the door crashing into its lock upstairs catapulted you back into reality, pushing you to realize and process that you weren’t dreaming any of this. “He was down here before, when you were still sleeping”, Negan grumbled, leading your glance back to his face that was even more tense than before while you could tell by the way his jaw clenched and the muscles in his cheeks twitched that he was trying to hold himself back after your conversation of the last night. A sigh was leaving your lips as your mind was working flat out, trying to push the left drowsiness aside to handle the situation as well as you could, or without making it worse by bubbling some nonsense. “I know this is a weird coincidence….but it really doesn’t matter after all, right? Like I said, if he is anything to me than just a friend…and even though I’m pretty sure that’s mutual, anything else doesn’t matter anyway”, you mumbled, trying to keep your voice as calm and soothing as you could before you pushed a small smile into the corners of your lips, hoping Negan’s stare that was still darting at the cold stone would soon fall on you again. “Only thing I know is that I got a little less than twenty minutes with you left and I’d really like to spend them napping a little more with you…especially because it looks like you could use some more sleep too”, you said, putting a little tease in your voce as your hand caressed softly over his shirt, finally getting his attention as his face softened a bit and turned towards you. There was still tension written all over it, and you could tell that he would have loved to just fall into a rant or even give Caleb himself a proper talking-to, but still there seemed to be something in him pulling him by the last strings that were left. “How does that sound, huh? And tonight…if you’re fit enough again, we can do the other kind of napping”, you softly chuckled, finally provoking an all too familiar grin to pull the corners of Negan’s lips softly up and let his hazel eyes meet yours again. “You can bet your ass on that I could do that right now and here too”, he grumbled but still with that small grin on his lips, as if the devil and the angel on his shoulders were fighting for his attention. “Oh I know”, you softly laughed, your palm still laying on his chest as your fingers were tracing in small circles over the steel blue fabric of his prison suit. By the way he was looking at you, you could tell that there was a part of him who would have loved to tear the nightdress off your body and make you moan so that the thick walls would shake and let Caleb know what exactly he was doing to you but instead of giving Negan some more stage for his jealousy you moved in a little closer and glanced calmly at him. All while you tried to keep his glance tied to yours for a few more seconds, hoping to get Caleb and his jealousy off his mind for at least a bit and as he began to slowly nod, you knew that the angel had successfully pushed the devil off his shoulder, for now. But just as sure as you were that the devil was already clawing its fingers into the prison suit again, trying to climb its way up the fabric of the sleeve to Negan’s shoulder again, you were sure that there were hidden reasons to why the angel had won this time. Especially this little flickering in his eyes and the way they softened, as if he was pushing himself more than usual to give in to it, made you ponder for a second. But this second was quickly over as you caught him shuffling down the pillows again and rolling onto his side on the cheaply squeaking mattress, lifting his arm for you to huddle up to him for the little rest of time you had left. ”You’re gonna come here or nah?”, Negan said glancing at you, a soft chuckle rumbling through his chest while his eyes were visibly still fighting some of his inner demons. ”I will”, you mumbled back, grabbing the thin blanket to keep it steady as you shifted down until Negan’s strong arms could capture you and pull you against his warm chest. Resting your head on his arm you cuddled closer until you could nuzzle your nose against his neck, feel the small vibrations each of his breaths were giving off while you reached one hand up until it could sink into his dark locks. A deep hum was elicited from his throat as soon as your fingers traced over his skull, his chest was rumbling in a calm manner against your body as soon as his head fell into the curve of your neck and caused a small smile to grow on your lips. You liked those moments, those moments that let you feel like there was no one else than you two and in which it didn’t matter where you were. Especially since his time in the cell had begun you saw their worth even more, in just those minutes that let each of you shut any lousy thoughts out and you could collect some new energy again. And you stayed just like this for a little while longer, with your bodies entangled, his arms keeping you safely in his embrace and your hand playing softly with his hair while his warm breath and the feeling of his lips brushing over the side of your neck let pleasant goosebumps spread over your skin, until you knew that it was time for you to get ready.
Negan sat on the edge of the cheap bed, stretching his long legs out with a strained but quiet groan as you slipped your arms into the soft leather of your jacket and shuffled your feet over the ground, trying to get a little more comfortable in your boots. ”Think you’ll got your shifts all fucked up too?”, Negan asked, stemming himself off the bed with a small sigh before he made his way over to your side until his large hands could grasp your hips and pull you closer against his firm chest. ”Mhmm probably, depends on if Rick pulled Rosita off the infirmary for the wind mill”, you said leaning closer against him until your head leaned against his shoulder and his arms wrapped a little tighter around your body, keeping you in his warm embrace for a bit longer. ”Alright…don’t let any fucker bother you out there, okay? If you’re still at the infirmary, hell Baby, you’ll rock that shit again…just forget about that shitty last day and get fresh in there, be my goddamn queen of bandages and disinfection shit”, Negan’s voice was serious until the last sentence that let a soft chuckle rumble through his chest as he pressed a quick kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck before he leaned back to look at you. ”You’ll do that for me?”, he asked, a crooked grin dancing over his lips as you began to slowly nod and allowed a smile to sneak onto your face. ”Yeah”, you mumbled, letting your hands sneak up his chest and slide over the fabric of his prison suit until your arms could wrap around his warm neck. Slowly, he was leaning in until his lips could brush over yours before they captured them entirely, pulling you into a kiss that was as always able to let your knees turn into jelly within seconds. Humming into his kiss you melted against him, feeling the sensation of his rough beard stubble and soft lips teasing over yours while his strong arms kept you steadily flush against his own body. You were about to lose yourself in him again, were about to dive into the kind of moment again you’ve had in bed just a little while ago before the sudden thud of a door made you slip back into reality. Within a second you could feel Negan’s body tensing again, his muscles filing with suspense even though his kiss didn’t stop nonetheless as dull steps sounded over the creaking stairs. Feeling how your body was yearning for air you let go of his lips to catch your breath again even though you knew that if it wasn’t for you Negan wouldn’t have stopped. He would have pushed it, although you were still half stuck in the cloud of emotions his kiss had let you swing in, you knew he would have pushed it so his new guard would see you just like this, in each others arms and drowned in a longing kiss. Glancing up into his hazel eyes you could see the suspense radiating from them, even though it felt like he was still partly trying to suppress it. Slowly, you let your thumb caress over the back of his neck and leaned once more up to peck his lips with a soft kiss before you heard how the footsteps came to a stop and their echo sounded through the thick walls of the cell. Within seconds you turned your head towards the sound’s source, catching Caleb’s eyes glancing at you through the cold metal bars while his hand was deeply buried in the pocket of his pants, trying to fish out the small keys for the cell. ”Hey there again”, he said, pushing a small smile into the corners of his lips as he finally grasped the silver keys and brought them accompanied by a clinking sound towards the lock. ”Hey”, you said back, turning a little more towards the door to get ready for leaving before you felt Negan’s arms pushing you lightly back, provoking your glance to fall from Caleb to the man by your side. ”See you tonight?”, he asked, the sentence that was usually a statement connected with a small grin and another kiss had now turned into question and a forced up smirk that was by far not outdrowning the suspense and sternness that was written all over his face. ”Yeah, see you tonight”, you said soft but definitive back, giving him a reassuring smile before leaning up to peck his lips a last time, hoping to let some of the tension vanish. Reluctantly, Negan’s arms loosened, eventually letting go of you before Caleb’s voice sounded through to you as the sound of the keys sliding into the lock reechoed slightly. ”You’re coming?”, he asked, letting your glance meet his before it seemingly wandered for the first time since this morning towards Negan, “And you take your seat till the doors locked again? Roger said that’s how you’ve handled this till now.” Even though it was firm, Caleb’s voice wasn’t commanding, but it still let a frown grow all over Negan’s face, pushing the smirk for you once for all off his handsome features. ”Yes, that’s how we do”, Negan grumbled, his eyes goring through the door as if it could shoot poisonous arrows through the metal bars and let them gore deeply into Caleb’s skin. The frown on Negan’s face got quickly accompanied by the odd and dangerous grin you had seen a couple times before as he made his way over to the cheap bed and let himself fall onto the mattress that squeaked along with the bedsprings beneath the weight that was pressing in on it. ”’Cause I’m definitely that fucking dumb to jump headfirst out of that shitcell against some armed guard while my girl’s right in the danger zone”, Negan let out a deep, but humorless chuckle eliciting an irritated glance to form in Caleb’s eyes as you let out a lost sigh and moved closer to the cell’s door, deciding that it was better for each one of you to just get some distance between them. ”I’m coming”, you just mumbled, quickly slipping through the opening in the wall until you heard the door crashing back into the lock. You could feel Caleb’s hand ghosting for a short moment over your back in a guiding manner as you lanced one last time at Negan, watched him gulping harshly as he was visibly trying to restrict himself from letting his emotions completely take over his mind. Then, Caleb’s hand left you again as your own footsteps sounded dully through the air as you made your way up the stairs.
Caleb was still quietly walking next to you as you began to make your way through the house, up until the point the corners of your eyes caught him glancing over at you before the blonde rose his voice. ”Hope you slept well after that last day”, he said the small but friendly smile on his lips as your eyes met his. ”Yeah, I’m glad I could, really needed that…do you got any idea what Rick planned for my shifts?”, you asked, watching him nod quickly as he stepped closer with you towards the front door. ”Yeah, asked him ‘bout you and Eden when he let me know about this here”, Caleb said, his fingers making a small but quick gesture around the room before he glanced back at you, “The infirmary is all yours now, at least for the next week. After that or maybe a little more, he said he’ll see if he still needs Rosita at the windmill or if he maybe already knows more about Siddiq and Maggie’s Baby.” ”Okay- Thanks for asking”, you said, feeling for a short moment a bit uneasy thinking about having the full responsibility at the infirmary, before your mind tried to push the positive arguments into the spotlight. After all, you liked the work there and a fight with Tara that was followed by one fucked up day shouldn’t take all confidence away from you. You had to do better now, of course you did, and that you’d lie to say it wasn’t putting pressure on you, but on the other side, maybe you could prove yourself as well. If you thought this way about it, Rick was finally trusting you to take the lead there and that was an achievement you knew you should acknowledge and maybe even be proud of.
”See you later then”, Caleb said as you found yourself back outside, feeling how the chilly air was trying to sneak beneath your warm leather jacket to conquer your body. ”Yeah, see you later”, you responded with a small smile before you turned on your heels, leaving Negan’s new guard behind, while the thought of his influence on Negan’s odd behavior pushed a whole other set of thoughts into your head that decided to accompany you on your way to the infirmary and stay swinging here and there into your mind even after your shift had begun.
The bedsprings squeaked softly as Negan shifted uneasily over the mattress, trying to get comfortable on the cheap thing that just contributed some more to his already shitty mood that was just getting worse with each moment his tired mind was torturing him more with thoughts he would like to smash with his Lucille into teeny tiny pieces. But his beloved weapon wasn’t there with him, instead she was laying somewhere in a pitch dark closet in the armory, wasting away next to some shit guns or some of these awful spears the Hilltop had also sent to the Sanctuary in the past. And just like his bat wasn’t there, his girl wasn’t with him as well. He had always thought nights would be the worst part for prisoners, when everything was dark, everything was dead quiet and you were all on your own with your thoughts. But shit, was he wrong. The nights were the best part of this whole damn mess, in the nights, she was there, made him feel human and very often, as if he wasn’t stuck in this hell hole. The days on the other side, they were a pain in the ass. He was alone, but he could sometimes hear the people outside through the thick glass windows behind the metal bars. He couldn’t hear conversations, or even clear words, but he heard that there was something. He could hear a bit of what he was missing and each time he heard a sound outside, it reminded him that he wasn’t part of anything anymore, no leader, not even a fucking simple man walking along others but that a fucking locked up prisoner instead. It ate him up, almost drove him crazy and he could swear that if he wouldn’t have these nights with her, he’d be a lost man.
Crunching his teeth he leaned his back against the stone wall, feeling the cold that was radiating from it pressing through the fabric of his prison suit. But the coldness wasn’t the thing that was bothering him right now, at least not this kind of coldness. It was another one, the one that was making his thoughts even worse, the one that was caused by his new guard. The thought that this fucker had been the one to be there for his girl when the last day had turned into a living nightmare, the thought that this fucker was holding power over him with this shitty little key that was getting comfy in his pants and the memory of how this fucker had looked at her, first this morning when she had still been sleeping, then later, when she had left him, yes, those things were driving him wild. Negan trusted her when she said he was just someone she was seeing as a friend, but he was sure that she was wrong with saying this kind of view was mutual. Before this morning, there had been a small part of him to doubt it, to tell himself that he was allowing his mind to play games with him, but after those early hours, even that part was gone. He didn’t just see her as a friend, not at fucking all. He knew the kind of glance that fucker was gazing at her with. If he could, he’d tear the fucking clothes piece by piece off her body and devour her for hours. Only the damn thought was giving him chills of the worst fucking kind. And exactly this guy, this fucking asshole was out there with her. He wasn’t working with her anymore, that was the only good thing about this guard change, but he could be there with her whenever his shift was over, whenever he had a fucking break, whenever he felt like it. All beneath the fig-leaf of being the friendly fucking guy. The friendly fucking guy who was free as a damn bird and could give her things he couldn’t.
A shiver rumbled through Negan’s body, letting him shake as he squeezed his eyes just and clenched his jaw tightly, cursing about his own sorry ass as he was trying to keep the toxic thoughts from taking over the last bit of his mind they hadn’t attacked yet. They were mixing with the deep rooted fear of losing her and the thoughts he’d already had last night that were just as horrible as the ones now. And they were forming into an army, determined to take him down.
Judging from the way the shadowy lines of the metal bars fell onto the cement floor of his cell, it was about midday and only a few hours had passed since he was alone, so they were way more to come until he’d have her back. Way more of those lonely hours that gave enough space for those thoughts to attack again and again, and even though he liked to believe hat he was strong enough to make a stand against them, deep down he knew that his would be one hell of a battle, one he might lose.
A sudden thud let him flinch up and ripped him out of the cocoon the thoughts had spun around him, letting his eyes snap towards the cell’s door and capture the cause of the terror in his head, slipping his abstemious food through the gap at the bottom. “Here’s your lunch”, the blonde grumbled, standing straight up again before an urge in Negan let him swing his legs from the bed and pushed him to step closer to the metallic gate. Usually, when Roger or one of the other guards brought food, he just kept laying on the bed till they were gone, mostly cracking some joke or little speech just to have his fun by annoying them a little. Just like he had done it this morning with guard whose name he always forgot while that blonde fucker had probably taken a break or something. But this time was different. This time he stepped closer, feeling the rough surface of the cement pressing against the bare sole of his feet while the younger man’s eyes wandered with slight irritant over him. “Aren’t you ordered to stay back during the meal exchanges too?”, the blonde asked, something swinging in his that just pissed Negan off for fuck knows why and combined with a certain firmness. He seemed to grow more confident, seemed to settle his damn ass down in the position of power he was holding over him and seemed to slowly leave the damn school boy uneasiness and nervousness from this morning behind. But maybe, maybe it just needed a bit to push him right back there. “Nah, I’m not”, Negan grumbled back, feeling every muscle of his body tense as he stepped closer until only the cold metal bars were separating him from this fucker. “Why? You’re scared? Pissing your pants that I could attack you through this thing here?”, Negan asked, his eyes narrowing with each word while a dangerous grin was dancing over his lips, eliciting the wished irritation and if he was right, even a bit of fear in his opponents eyes. “No, I’m not, just want you to follow the rules”, he said, in a firm but calm tone, that calm that it drove Negan crazy and that calm that he almost felt like he was mocking and haunting him with his own and now pretty much dead rule-policy, “Since I don’t think you wanna break them and have some consequences following that.” Oh he wished to, he wished to fucking break them, break those shitty metal bars just along with them, lunge at him and shove the damn plate right down that fuckers throat or better, up his sorry ass. And that’d just be the beginning. But he couldn’t do that, this shit wasn’t just about him, no matter what. “Course not”, Negan growled as he stepped even closer, his tongue sneaking out to wet his bottom lip slowly before he was forcing the younger man to keep the eye contact, ready to change the roles again, turn him into the predator again and the blonde asshole into the prey. He was gonna use this opportunity, hell yes he was gonna do that. “’Cause I know the first thing Rick the little prick would take away from me as a damn punishment would be my girl and I can’t have that…no fucking one gets to do that”, the dangerous drawl was echoing through his voice, his eyes still locking with the man behind the bars, capturing how the other’s brain began to work on those words, just enough for Negan to back away. “So nope, I won’t break those little shitty rules of yours. So you can loosen your bodice and take a few fucking deep breaths, I won’t attack you through those metal bar shit here”, he chuckled darkly, bowing down to grab the plate of food, lacing his fingers around the porcelain edges before he got his back straight again. He looked one last time into the glance of the man who was eying him up and down, trying unsuccessfully to estimate him, and even though it was pleasing in its own kind of way, it didn’t give him the satisfaction and reassurance Negan was yearning for. That guy was still a massive threat. “Good”, Caleb just responded, his voice firm as he nodded slowly almost if that was it before a rush of confidence seemed to wash over him , “Pretty sure she would want that too.” The tone wasn’t advsing not as kind as the fucking smile that fucker was giving his girl anytime she looked his way, it had a kind of teasing tension swinging in it that let Negan’s eyes flare up in combination with her mentioning. “What the hell do you know ‘bout that”, it blustered dangerously out of him, his grip tightening around the plate as a pinch of fear slashed through the other’s eyes before he squared up again, as if he was pushing himself to make a stand. “At least enough to know that she can need someone who’s by her side in this….and who doesn’t give her more stuff to worry about”, the voice of the blonde was calm but quieter than before, almost as if he was surprised himself that he was speaking those words out but right now, Negan didn’t give a shit about that. The only thing he could wrap his mind around was the anger that was boiling up in him, the anger that wanted to rip the head of this fucker, but instead the aching pain that was giving the anger company was pushing him in a shock trance, enough for the guard the give him another short glance before he turned away and stepped out of his view and closer towards the stairs. With a deep huff, Negan turned around, still somehow paralyzed and shuffling with his food towards the cheap bed again while he finally heard the descending footsteps echoing through the staircase until they had hushed completely. They were leaving him alone with the thoughts that were slipping back into his mind, whirling up with the brooding anger the encounter had brought into his body into a tornado that was rushing through each of his cells, back on their way to let his concerns grow.
The wind was brushing softly over your face as you made your way down the street, finishing a day that had been a holiday compared to the past one. You had started tensed up, with the pressure hiding in the back of your head that you couldn’t fuck up again, but with each passing minute you had tried to let yourself be lead by what Negan had told you. And it had worked. You had been a little nervous at first, could feel your hands trembling slightly when you were treating your first patient of the day but after that everything seemed to fall more and more in line, until you got back to the usual agenda. The very only thing that had brought you a little concern was still the thought of Negan’s reaction to Caleb this morning, or even more how the next days with him as his new guard would turn out until Roger would take over again.
And this concern got back up into your head as soon as you headed towards the brownstones and caught Caleb sitting on a chair in front of the main entrance, stretching his legs out and spinning the small silver keys in between his fingers before he glanced up and captured your eyes. Within seconds the usual friendly smile grew on his lips as he heft himself up from the wooden chair and watched you stepping closer, greeting him as soon as you were close enough. “How was your shift? Better than yesterday?”, Caleb asked as he opened the heavy door, allowing you to slip inside before joining you and letting the entrance fall shut again. “Yeah, way better. Yours?”, you asked, not only to be kind, but also to find out if anything had happened between Negan and him, even if it was just a bunch more of snarky remarks. “Now that’s great to hear. Mine was fine, pretty different from the work at the crops, but I mean, it’s just for now and they’re just a couple shifts a day. I’ll get used to it”, he said, his voice was filled with ease, but it wasn’t giving you all the information you wished for. “And I just got back. Miles had the other shift till a half hour ago so I’m all fresh for the night”, Caleb added with a small chuckle, leading you through another room closer towards the staircase before he grabbed the handle of the door last door keeping you from it and gradually opened it. “Gonna be a long one and I’m still not all inured with working in the night as well but I mean, I can’t complain, not after the stuff you had going on yesterday”, he added as he glanced for a short moment at you. “It’s fine”, you just replied with a small smile, seeing how he glanced at you for one more moment before he rose his voice again. “Yeah, still. Just glad it worked out today for you”, he said with another kind smile before strolling down the first steps, followed by you as you made your way down.
Moments later you were able to step in front of the metal door and glance inside the cell, catching Negan’s figure that was already slightly enlightened by the petroleum lamp beside his bed and the last bit of light the windows were allowing to stream into the cell. His eyes lit up for a moment as he caught your glance, his lips curling softly up before his glance got more concentrated again as it switched to the blonde man who was getting closer towards the door until he could slid the keys inside the lock. With a click the door sprung open as Caleb turned around to you and slowly opened the door. “Well then, till tomorrow morning I guess”, he said, pressing a small smile into the corners of his lips before you gave him a small nod and stepped closer towards the entrance. “Yeah, till tomorrow”, you said, your voice friendly as you slipped inside and heard how the door closed as slowly as it had opened, with creaking noises of strained metal until the sound of the lock reechoed.
Just as you heard descending footsteps and your glance was about to wander back towards the cell’s bed, strong hands cupped your jaw, fingers slid into your hair and pulled you into against warm lips that captures yours immediately in a deep kiss. A deep kiss that was growing more desperate with each second, with each caress of his lips over yours, with each bit he pulled you closer and let your mind shut down for a few moments until he had taken all your breath. Even when you were catching your breath with trembling lips, his own were still hovering over yours and his hands were still keeping your face close to his while his chest rose and fell strongly against your body. Before your mind could even fully come back, could ask him if he was fine, if this had to mean anything, his deep drawl vibrated against your lips. “Fuck…I need you, Baby. Now”, even though his voice had this dominant and deep drawl swinging in it, it was still just as desperate as his kiss and just as desperate as the next one he was pressing to your lips as his hands wandered down your body, tugging on the lapel of your jacket until he could push it down your arms. You were longing for him, of course you were but something about this wasn’t letting you go. It was by far not the first time for him to surprise you with this kind of greeting, but this time was different and you were about a hundred percent sure that you knew the reason why. “Negan?”, you mumbled as soon as he caught breath for the first time after letting your jacket fall with a dull thud to the ground, immediately letting his eyes snap to yours. “Yeah, Sweetheart?”, he asked, his fingers already brushing over the end of your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your stomach and hips. “You’re okay?”, you asked, his eyes escaping yours to wander over the cold stone for a second before your hands ran up his prison suit until they cupped the back of his neck. “Negan?”, you asked, concern swinging in your voice that let his eyes switch over to you until his hazel orbs locked with yours. “’Course I am”, he said, his voice a little to confident, the smirk that was beginning to grow on his lips a little too bright,”You’re here with me again. I’m fucking thriving.” With that his lips pressed on yours once more but quickly left your skin again as soon as he felt the restricted way you responded, not believing him yet. “Don’t worry, Baby”, he grumbled against your lips, pecking them softly as his arms wrapped tighter around your body. You glanced up into his hazel eyes, knowing that there definitely wasn’t everything fine. But just as his lips caressed longingly over yours again, a part of you thought that maybe he needed this right now, maybe he needed to blow off some steam this way and get his mind finally off the things that were buzzing through it, maybe so you could properly talk to him after it. For one more moment you hesitated, before this part of you and the longing for him you felt yourself brought you to respond to his kiss and allow you to melt into him.
Just as you had kicked off your boots, you already felt him guiding you towards the bed until your back hit the mattress and you felt him climbing on top of you, settling in between your legs while his arms were securely caging you within his warm embrace. Slowly, your fingers fumbled on his shirt, unbuttoning the steel blue top of his prison suit until you could brush it off his shoulders and let your fingers trace along his sides, down his back until you could rest your fingertips just above the waistband of his pants. It took only moments for him to brush your shirt off too, beginning to fondle your body as soon as the fabric hit the floor, kissing and nibbling down your neck and your collarbones before capturing your lips again, letting more heat pool within your body’s middle. His hands were wandering south, fumbling on the zipper of your pants until you raised your hips slightly, allowing him to pull them down as his lips left yours for a moment, right before they crashed back onto them as soon as just your underwear was left on your heated body. You could feel his weight beginning to press in on you again, feel his warm skin right against yours as his hands wandered down until they could grab your thighs, let his rough fingertips dig into your skin to press you closer and harder against him. Humming and softly moaning into the kiss you wrapped your legs around his hips as the heat in your body grew more, letting you feel how it was turning your panties into a wet mess. You were enjoying to feel him closer with each second, each minute, with each touch and each kiss while you allowed yourself to begin to lose yourself in him. But only up until the point where you felt that this wasn’t happening to him, not as it always happened. He wasn’t melting against you, wasn’t sinking into the kisses, wasn’t letting those little satisfied growls rumble through his chest and wasn’t teasingly grinding himself against you. There was a certain tension stuck in him, you could feel that his thoughts weren’t letting him go, they were wrenching on him, as if they were trying to pull him away from the trance he yearned to fall into. You could feel him trying, pushing himself to get to this point he could lose himself in the kisses and touches as well. But before you could think of doing something, maybe even stopping, you felt him growing more restless, more tense before he suddenly pulled away from your kiss. His breath was heavy, his body was shivering while you could still feel his face hovering over yours as your eyes opened immediately, glancing at his tensed face. His eyes were pressed shut until they slowly opened, forming more worry in you within seconds. “Negan, what’s wrong?”, you mumbled, trying to catch his glance. You knew one of the reasons, and while you were sure there were more hidden in the dark, you needed to hear him say them, have him finally talk to you. “Noth-” “No, don’t tell me it’s nothing. I can feel that this isn’t true”, you cut him off, even though your tone was careful as your hand reached up to his jaw, trying to lead his glance towards you. And fInally, his hazel but tense orbs met yours. “Just let us go on with this, please”, he said, his glance wandering uneasily over your face as his words pressed firmly but still pleading out of his lips. “Why are you so dogged on this here now?”, you asked, feeling how desperation was beginning to course through your veins while Negan’s eyes refused to meet yours. And they still kept on doing this as he eventually stemmed himself up and leaned back, until his legs swung off the bed’s edge. His jaw was clenching tightly, the muscles in his cheek twitched and let you grow more restless as you were slowly sitting yourself up before he finally spoke up. “’Cause this”, he grumbled making a small gesture towards the bed before a harsh gulp travelled down his throat as his eyes met yours for the split of a second ,”Some damn fuck is the only fucking thing I can give you in here.” His voice was growling, frustrated and almost dangerous as a shivering breath fell from your lips as you slowly shuffled closer to him, trying to figure out how to get this bullshit thought out of his head. “That’s not true, Nega-” “Oh, it isn’t?”, harshly he spoke up, his voice still trembling underneath the sarcasm before he huffing lifted himself off the bed and grabbed the shirt of his prison suit, turning his back towards you and refusing to look at you as his fingers buttoned it up, as if he was using it to keep a wall up between the both of you. You could feel your ribcage tighten in the pain of helplessness, pressing air out of your lungs before you shuffled your shirt over your body and let your feet hit the ground as well. And just as you wanted to raise your voice again, tell him that those thoughts were all wrong, his eyes snapped towards you again and his voice echoed through the cell. “You got so fucking much waiting out there for you. Fucking anything I can’t give you in here. And that guy up there? That fucker? Oh, he’d gladly take over”, his voice was piercing, soaked in anger and desperation just like the flickering terror in his eyes. “Negan, he doesn’t-” “He fucking does. You’ve seen the way he’s looking at you? He’s eyefucking you”, Negan spat the words out, letting a deep breath fall from your lips as you could feel your own desperation and helplessness grow. “Not everybody wants to fuck me, Negan”, you said, your voice tense and harsher than you actually wanted while he shook his head, his jaw clenching while the thick vein on his neck began to swell dangerously. “Well, he certainly does”, he growled, before his voice got even more biting while pain flickered through his eyes, “And he’s gonna as soon as you wake up and see what kinda shitshow you’re stuck in if you stay with me.” His voice was booming through your head, sending shivers of pain and shock through it before your brows puckered and your body tensed up as you got out of the small shock his words had catapulted in. “Are you kidding me?”, it blustered out of you, your eyes staring in disbelief in him while more hurt feelings began to mix within your body. “No, I’m fucking not. Just another role he’s gonna fucking take over ‘cause I’m stuck in this shithole, ‘cause I can’t give you any fucking thing”, he growled, letting another shivering breath fall from your lips as your mind was in terror, completely at a loss and stuck in a cloud of pain, Trying to breath through, trying to calm the terror you grabbed your pants, shuffling them back on, hoping that this small distraction would calm you at least a tiny bit down. But of course, it didn’t. ”I don’t want him, when are you gonna finally believe that?”, you growled, desperation swinging in between your heavy breaths. ”But you wanna tell me you want this all here?! Till fuck knows when?!”, Negan’s voice was stern, yet desperate as your eyes met his again. He panted as his whole face grimaced in pain and anger, not allowing you to say anything as his loud voice continued. “You really wanna sleep forever on this crappy ass bed?! Wanna live half of your damn fucking day-…life as a prisoner fuck too?!”, his voice got louder, booming and restless, his whole body was filled with suspense while yours got filled with more pain, as there was only a small part of your mind left that pushed the thought that only his desperation was making him say those things and blow up this way. But this small part vanished and got instead replaced with more pain and even frustration as you saw him pacing like a wild animal through the room, filling up with more anger. “Yeah”, you brought out, your own stubborn head pushing it while Negan didn’t seem to hear you, instead he grew even more tense, with the vein on his neck pulsing harshly and with horror written all over his face. His eyes turned dark, a deep humorless chuckle fell from his lips before his brows puckered and the frown spread over his features again, combining with his biting voice. “Oh wait, this all is gonna be just fine, right? Bet we’re gonna have some nice fucking candle light shit dinner, with that fucking petroleum shit lamp and that plate of crap food they’re feeding me”, he called sarcastically out his foot pushing enough against the empty plate to let it rush a few inches against the wall, not enough force behind it to break it but enough to let the sound of its encounter echo horribly through the cell. Flinching up you felt the pain of his words letting a lump in your throat grow while Negan stared panting at the plate, seemingly being ripped out of his rage by the stinging sound. His shoulders rose and fell at a restless pace, his lips gaped only enough open to let his heavy breaths escape while the rest of his body tensed and trembled harder. You tried to grasp the last chance to collect yourself, to not fully lose control but before you could start another try, maybe even get the threateningly growing lump out of your throat you heard his voice again. This time it wasn’t loud and not booming at all, instead the pain got more audible next to the firmness and growling that was still stuck in it. ”You’ll leave. Earlier or later you’ll leave”, those words felt like they knocked you to the ground as thousands of knifes seemed to gore their blade into your skin, wrenching and pulling your flesh apart. “Just a matter of time till you got enough of this.” Was he really thinking that? After you’ve been through hell and back with him? And if so, how could he believe that? How could he think that little of you? How could he think that you were that shallow that you’d just give him up, give what you both have up simply and only because of this cell? You could finally feel the lump in your throat winning the fight it had with you, pushing burning tears into your eyes, tears of disappointment, anger and even more pain before your lips brought out the question itself. “Do you really think that?, you asked, your voice strained and weak but with a stern and biting tone that was caused by the anger in your body that was the only thing keeping your voice steady. “Negan, I’ve seen you bleed out. You were almost dying in my arms…I’ve had you laying half dead and unconscious for fucking days in front of me-”, you brought out, feeling how the tears in your eyes urged their way forward and cut you off. “After all that, you really think I’ll leave just because you’re in here? You think that little of me?!”, you added, feeling how your feelings of pain were completely taking over while Negan’s glance fell for the first time since his last words on them again. And just as you casted your watery eyes down, could feel how the tears began to roll over your cheeks, the corners of your eyes seemed to catch how his face dropped in terror. A shivering breath feel from your lips as your body and mind begin to give up completely to the whirlwind of horror and emotions that was raging within them before you suddenly flinched up as you heard the sound of fast footsteps rushing down the stairs. Your eyes snapped towards the door, catching Caleb’s eyes looking with pure concern at you before they shot towards Negan as his voice echoed through the cell. “What the hell do you want here?” “Make sure you won’t hurt anyone”, Caleb’s voice was resentful and tensed, as much as you had never even thought he was capable of. “I wouldn’t harm a single hair on her head”, Negan’s voice growled, the anger audibly beginning to boil back up again,”I wouldn’t ever fucking hurt her.” “Looks to me like you already did. One way or another”, Caleb said with a dangerous calmness mixed into his voice you were sure would drive Negan even more wild. Even though you tried to stop it and whipped them off your skin, more tears rolled down your cheeks, as if your emotions were stuck in a barrel that was flowing over and over again. “Now get back to the bed”, the tensed voice of the guard said as you first glanced up and brushed the tears off your face once more, catching the furious glance that was beginning to settle in Negan’s eyes as they gored through Caleb. Without breaking eye contact with Negan he reached towards the gun, letting your breath hitch as he rested it on the holster and gave Negan a warning glare. A deep scoff left Negan’s lips as you could feel his glance brushing over you for a moment, before he gave in, nodded and walked tensely back to the bed. As soon as the bedsprings squeaked beneath his weight, you heard the metallic sound of the keys sliding into the lock before they turned and let the door spring open. Your eyes lifted from the ground again, catching Negan’s glance brushing over you, something that seemed like worry and regret trying to break through the mask of anger and pain on his face while you gulped harshly down. “I’ll come back when you’ve calmed down”, just left your lips without thinking much about it, it just slipped out of them, broken and quiet, knowing that you needed your space after whatever the hell had happened in this night.
“Come here”, you heard Caleb mumble as you eventually slipped through the gap after you had grabbed your boots and your jacket, digging your fingers into their fabrics at if it could ease your tension. Just as you were stepping through it you were feeling next to filled up with emotions, awfully empty as well as the person you had usually leaned on when you experienced this kind of mess was now the one that had caused it. A trembling breath fell from your lips as you could feel Caleb’s hand placing on your back trying to guide and maybe even soothe you before you heard Negan’s voice a last time. “Get your fucking hands off her”, it echoed through the cell, your eyes went up in a glare to meet his for a last time before you stepped up the stairs.
“You’re okay?”, you heard Caleb ask as soon as you stood outside the door, fresh and chilly night air filling your lungs and hitting your skin while it gave you a little hope that it might be able to soothe your suspense filled body. ”Sorry, I know that’s not the best question right now, I just wanna know”, he mumbled as you looked up and shuffled into your boots, gulping harshly as you tried to get yourself in order. “I’ll be fine”, you mumbled slightly sniffling, more hoping for it than actually knowing it while you brushed the leather of your jacket over your arms, hoping that its comfortable and familiar feeling might calm you a little. “Hmm?”, you heard him murmur as he held out a bit scrunched but new tissue out to you, raising his brows softly. “Thanks”, you mumbled with a strained and battled voice, taking the tissue and bringing it down over your cheeks to get the last tears off of them before new would earlier or later stream over them again. “Hey, you want me to get you back to Rick’s house? Not sure if walking alone’s the best thing for you now”, Caleb mumbled, as you let out a deep breath, trying to rally yourself before you slowly shook your head. It was already an odd feeling for you that he had seen you this vulnerable, and even though you were grateful, you needed nothing else than be on your own. “Think I need that right now, be alone for a bit…but thank you anyway.” You bit your lips, scrunched the tissue inbetween your fingers like one of those stress balls while Caleb slowly nodded, the worry still stuck in his eyes. “You deserve more than what happened down there, you know that, right?”, he brought out, his glance meeting yours again in the faint light of the street lamps. You weren’t gonna answer this, you were way too rilled up right now, your body was still all tense while the pain let an awful nausea wash over you again and again and besides that, this or anything else regarding Negan wasn’t something you were gonna discuss with him. No matter how confused, hurt and mad you were about him right now. “I just need to go home now…”, you mumbled instead, still feeling how the remains of the lump in your throat were making it hard for you to talk without sounding like miserable little thing. “Okay…but if there’s something I can do…you know where you can find me”, he said, leaning a little closer until you glanced up at him as he was trying to press a tiny uplifting smile into the corners of his lips, even though it got massively overshadowed by the concern that was still keeping his face hostage. “Thanks..”, you just mumbled back, trying to let your lips that were still slightly swollen from Negan’s kisses form into a grateful smile before you breathed through, “See you around then.” “Yeah, see you around”, Caleb said, gulping as his eyes wandered one last time over your face before you gave him a small nod and turned around, feeling the stones crunch beneath your shoe’s soles as you began to make your way down the dark road.
Darkness around you, darkness within you. It seemed like there was nothing else but this darkness, trying to eat you up while you felt how tears began to roll down your face and whimpers left your lips, threatening to form into sobs as soon as you were out of earshot. Pressing your trembling hand on your mouth you tried to silence your louder becoming whimpers, scared that someone could see or hear you this way. You felt alone, completely alone for the first time in a really long while. You’d lost any of your old friends and Daryl and now? Had you lost Negan now too? Or were you on a way for this to happen? Did he think over all this time differently about you and your relationship than you had thought? Did he really think you’d just choose Caleb or anybody else over him just because they weren’t imprisoned? Or was he just scared and did this fear let him lash out or were you only trying to tell that yourself to not face the ugly truth? You didn’t know. It was like nothing in your head was working anymore, stuffed too full with emotions and thoughts to function at all. Everything in Rick’s house, your old and maybe now new home was dark when you finally felt the porch’s steps sinking a little in beneath your weight as you shuffled up the stairs. The last thing you wanted was for them to see you this way and to immediately know the cause. They’d know earlier enough, at the latest when they’d find out that you had been sleeping in the house. Pain was still twitching through your every cell as you sneaked as quietly as you could up through the house, up the stairs, down the hallway until the door of your room shut as quietly as you could behind yourself. Moments later, only with your boots kicked to the ground and your leather jacket falling next to it on the carpet, your body hit the mattress of the bed, your face pressed into the several pillows and your hands fisted soft blankets as if they could give you any hold as new shocks of whimpers and pain rushed through you. But they couldn’t soothe you, those soft blankets, comfy pillows and this giant bed, not like Negan’s arms usually did when things went south. That was the thing about this all, the thing Negan didn’t seem to get…maybe didn’t want to get. Those comfort necessaries were nice and cozy and you did like them but you’d switch them without bating an eyelash out for his embrace, no matter if it was on a squeaking and cold mattress on a cheap bed in a dark cell or not. You would return, just as you had said it, but the thought of it or its possible outcome let piercing pain and fear eat up, let the darkness around you lull you into its terrifying and nightmare-promising depths while the last tears rolled over your burning cheeks before your mind and body gave in and let you dive into the darkness.
“You’re gonna shower with me?”, Negan asked as soon as you glanced up as you saw into his widely grinning face and the roguish eyes that darted at you. After the problems with his wounds and the strong meds Siddiq had to put him through he was finally on the right path again, had instead of the thick bandage around his throat only a bandaid on to protect the cut, while his hand’s wound was as well only covered with a small bandaid as most of it was properly healed. You knew it would take a while for his neck to fully recover, the bandaid to vanish as well, but this little sign was already a step into the right direction. “If there’s next to you and that chair in the shower enough space, maybe”, you teased, nodding over to the wooden stool in the corner of the room Negan still needed to do something with his weakened body somewhere outside the patient’s bed. Even though the wounds had become better, he was still bated, every step was a small fight and walking completely without being propped by anybody was still something Siddiq didn’t want him to risk. “i’m damn sure we can make some room for ya”, he grinned, his tongue slid teasingly over his lower lip before you heard footsteps coming closer to the room.
“Hey, just wanted to let you know that you have to use the bathroom upstairs, the one with the bathtub…the shower downstairs has some problems with the pipes again”, Siddiq said with a huff as he leaned against the doorframe and glanced at the both of you, “And I don’t think they’ll have it fixed before tomorrow.” “Alright”, you mumbled, already trying to plan out in your head how the hell you could get Negan up the stairs. You could prop him while you were walking but even that got after a while with a man who was as tall as Negan tricky. “You need help? With the stairs?”, you heard Siddiq ask as a bit relief washed into you before the corner of your eyes already caught Negan’s glance. “Nah I’ll get up there”, he grumbled, while you realized that you should have known better. Negan was stubborn as hell and since the whole weakness of his otherwise strong body was scratching on his ego and nerves, you should have already known that he was at least gonna try to get up there himself. “Okay, I’m still here for a while so in case you change your mind or there’s a problem, just call”, Siddiq said, giving both of you a small smile before he walked back into the hallway and left you alone with a challenge that already seemed predestined to go wrong.
“You’re sure with this?”, you asked as you a little later found the both of you at the beginning of the stairs, your arm still slung around Negan’s back, trying to prop him as best as you could while the simple glance up at the stairs made you feel like you were standing at the foot of an unconquerable mountain. And with a quick and determined “Yeah” of his you were already on your way up the stairs.
Six steps, a bunch of strained breaths and several curses on both of your sides later you knew that Negan wasn’t gonna make it up these stairs only with you by his side. You could already feel him trembling, the only things that were keeping his body up were his determination, stubbornness and frustration and you knew that there wasn’t much time left until they would be defeated by the weakness of his still injured body. No matter how much he was trying to deny and fight it. Watching his movements warily you tightened the grip you had on his shirt, trying to give yourself the feeling that you could actually help him but instead you felt yourself growing more restless and nervous. Another tight breath left Negan’s lips as he raised one of his slightly shaking legs onto the next step, his brows puckered in exertion and his eyes staring down at the wooden stairs before you could feel him shifting beneath his touch as he tried to heft himself up. But instead of landing safely on the next step, his leg began to give in, letting him sink slightly in as a quick gasp left your lips. “Fucking, cuntshit”, Negan cursed through gritted teeth, breathing heavily as he was trying to get himself steady again. “I’ll call Siddiq”, you quickly said, already seeing in front of your inner eye how Negan laid even worse injured on the stiars. “No, I can do this shit alone”, he grumbled sternly back, his voice strained and filled with growing frustration “Negan, now’s not the damn time to play strong”, you tried to say as calm as you could even though you couldn’t keep some of your of restlessness of mixing into your voice. “I am fucking strong, I-” “I know…but your body isn’t working all the way you want it already”, you began, trying to get through to him as you saw him still staring sternly to the ground ,”And we don’t have to make this here even harder.” Negan let out another scoff, letting you wonder if he was going to listen to you or if he was gonna let his stubbornness and frustration win. And just a second later you had to witness that it was the latter as he tried once again to heave his own weight up the stairs just before you could see his knee buckling and sending him within a millisecond towards the stairs. “Negan”, you called out, panic mixing into your voice as you tried to slip one of his arms back around your shoulders while his other was the only thing that kept him from crashing completely against the stairs. “For fuck’s sake”, you cursed, feeling how the frustration began to grow in you as well while you knew that you couldn’t keep on doing this alone with him, if you wanted to get him somehow safely and without more wounds to the next floor. ”Siddiq?”, you called out as loud as you could, already hearing how Negan let out a few curses under his breath but right now, you couldn’t have regards for his pride. “Yeah?”, Sides voice sounded from one of the rooms though to you as a small burden already began to fall from your shoulders, even though Negan’s weight was beginning to press harder in on you. “Could you help us with the stairs?”, you called just as loud out again, a tight breath leaving your lips as you felt Negan growing once again restless before the sound of Siddiq’s ‘Sure’ washed a bunch of relief into your body.
”There we go”, you heard Siddiq say a bit later with a small, strained breath as he lowered Negan along with you onto the closed toilet seat. He was still staring to the ground, his brows puckered and his jaw clenching tightly as you let out a small sigh and looked up at Siddiq, away from the grown man who was pouting like a toddler who had just got his toy taken away. ”Alright, I’m just across the hallway, grabbing some meds but after that, I’m back at the walls, just so you know”, he said, giving you a quick nod before he already strolled back to the door. ”Okay, thank you”, you said, giving him a small, grateful smile as you leaned yourself against the sink and glimpsed for a short moment to Negan who just stubbornly pressed a small and quiet ‘thanks’ out, that made it seem like it took everything in him to form that small word. Almost as if it was a confirmation of his defeat. ”Anytime”, Siddiq said before he slipped out of the room, leaving you alone with a sullen Negan.
Sighing you pushed yourself away from the porcelain sink and crouched down to the small wooden walnut cabinet beneath it to go search for everything you needed to finally move along before you caught Negan growing once again restless as he shifted on the seat after a few more moments. Before you even realized it he caught your gaze for the first time since you had been at the stairs, his glance still stern and his jaw still tightly clenched while another deep sigh left your lips. You knew how frustrating that all had to be, but right now, you were stumped. ”How long do you wanna keep on being in a snit?”,you asked with a sigh, your voice softer than the words made it seem and still hopeful that this headstrong man would loose up again. “I needed to do this”, he growled sternly back, scoffing as his glance wandered off of you and let the frustration grow in you as well. “And catapult you right back into that sick-bed?”, it slipped almost snapping and sarcastically out of your lips, even though you damned yourself in the very moment they echoed through the bathroom, knowing that this wouldn’t get you anywhere with him in that kinda mood. “No”, he growled, shooting a glare at you before he let out a scoff through tight teeth ,”So I won’t fucking feel like a goddamn weak wuss anymore.” “You’re no weak wuss”, you said quickly back, trying to calm him down even though the glare and the simple tone in his voice began to scratch heavily on your nerves,that were from the fear about him on the stairs already a bit strained. “Oh really?”, he snapped loudly, suddenly looking back up to you as you could see the anger and frustration flaring up in his darkened eyes ,”Then why the fuck didn’t you just let me get up these damn fucking stairs?” “Because-” “Yeah, because you don’t think I’m fucking strong enough to make it”, he growled loudly, cutting you directly off as soon as your voice had trailed slightly off. Bewildered and even more stumped than before you just stared at him, shaking your head, trying to keep yourself calm as you were telling yourself that you were the one of the both of you who should keep a clear head, even though you began to have a hard time doing so. His glance trailed off of you just as you let a deep scoff out and let the doors of the cabinets fall shut with a loud thud. ”I’ll get some towels from downstairs”, you growled, huffing as you got yourself back on your feet and rushed towards the door.
You body was tensing when you got down the stairs, your footsteps echoing trough the air until you came to a stop in the next room. Just as your hands began to slid over the metallic shelves, searching for some towels, your glance snapped up as a loud thud from upstairs let your blood freeze within seconds. “Fuck! Motherfucking shitfuck!”, Negan’s booming and angered voice sounded all the way down to you as a tight breath left your lips and your mind began to figure out that he must have started another try to do something himself and had taken himself right to the ground again. “Fuck”, it called out again, his voice now filled with desperation along the anger,“I can’t even fucking get my ass inside this shit thing…I can’t fucking keep any-fucking-one fucking safe anymore I-” His voice trailed off and just as you heard him letting out a few more curses out you heard the sound of Siddiq’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
Your eyes were stuck to the door, a part of you asking yourself if you should go look after Negan to keep him from harming himself even more while another in you just told you not to, doubting that he would even let you help him and telling you that he just had to be alone right now. A shivering and tight breath fell from your lips as the door swung softly open, revealing Siddiq who was carrying a small box with bandages and whose glance darted at you the moment he stepped into the room. “Stay”, he said as soon as he saw the vacillation in your eyes ,”He’s just sitting on the bathroom floor, won’t change till he’s calmed down.” Quietly you gave him a small nod, a heavy gulp traveled down your throat as you couldn’t shut your concern completely out yet. “He’s not gonna get himself hurt”, Siddiq added as he placed the small box on one of the wooden counters, his voice firm but still soothing while he gave you a small uplifting smile. You just gave him another nod as you forced a small smile on your lips as well and moved along the shelves, trying to distract yourself by finally finding the towels while Siddiq began to rummage in some drawers. “Already guessed this was gonna happen earlier or later”, you heard Siddiq say as you turned around to him and saw him stopping as he looked up at you, “This break out”. “Don’t go too hard on him…that wasn’t personal, you know that, right?”, he quickly added, closing the drawer in front of him before he leaned himself against the counter. “Yeah”, you just quietly said, knowing that he was right even though the tension in your body didn’t want to vanish completely yet. “Happens to most people when their body’s longer weak and injured than they want”, Siddiq began again, beginning to sort the bandages of the box in to the drawer. “To some less, to others more, especially when they’ve been the opposite before”, he added, stopping for a moment as he looked up at you ,”And from what I could tell, he’s the latter.” You let out another small breath, slowly beginning to loose yourself up as you finally grabbed some white towels and glanced for a small moment towards the door. “I should wait a while, huh?”, you asked, looking back over to Siddiq as you already saw him slowly beginning to nod. “Yeah, just till he’s got a cool head again.”
As everything upstairs seemed to be completely calm again and a small while had passed you had used to calm down as well, you found yourself walking up the stairs again, the towels in your hand while you hoped that he was himself again by now. With a small, tight breath you made your way closer to the bathroom, your glance fixed at the door that was just off the latch before you let the tip of your foot push it open. Within the moment the door swung slightly open you caught Negan’s attention. He was sitting on the floor like Siddiq had said, just in his black boxers that were along with his clothes over the sink the evidence that he had at least been able to get out of them before his weak legs had forced him to the ground. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he had run his fingers in his anger and desperation through it, his breath was differently to before calm and let his chest rise and fall in a slow manner as his glance was darting at you, filled with suspense, guilt and even some insecurity. “You’ve calmed down?”, you asked as you leaned against the doorframe, trying to find a beginning with him as you saw him beginning to slowly nod while a harsh gulp traveled down his throat. “I’m sorry”, he said genuinely, looking back up at you as his eyes hushed over your face, trying to find out what you were thinking. Slowly nodding you pushed yourself away from the wooden doorframe, placed the towels on the closed toilet seat and climbed over Negan’s legs all while his slightly confused glance followed you. “What’s that gonna be?”, he asked, his voice softer than the words made it seem as you let yourself fall next to him. “Don’t know yet”, you mumbled, feeling how his warm body was leaning against your side while all you actually knew was that you wanted to settle this.
It got quiet for a few small moments while you could feel Negan growing more restless next to you until he rose his voice. “This shit’s eating my nerves up…and you just wanna help and I-”, he began, guilt and frustration filling his voice before it broke with a deep sigh off. “Siddiq just said that this stuff’s normal in situations like that…”, you mumbled, looking over at Negan as his eyes were darting to the ground ,”And he’s right” “Still shouldn’t have turned the asshole mode on”, Negan grumbled, as a scoff fell from his lips while his hand ran for a short moment over his salt and pepper stubble. “Yes… and I shouldn’t have snapped back…and should’ve turned my over caution a little down”, you mumbled, forcing a small smile on your lips you were beginning to get through to him. “You’re frustrated and I’m afraid, not the best stuff to work with…not to mention that we two are stubborn as hell”, you added, finally hearing a tiny chuckle leaving Negan’s lips as soon as he heard the last words leaving your mouth. The small smile on your lips began to grow at your first success before you saw Negan finally beginning to look over at you until his hazel eyes met yours. “Still wasn’t your damn fault and hell, you’re not too overcautious”, he mumbled before another small chuckle fell from his lips as he stroke over his jaw ,”Should see me if you were hurt” “I know, I’ve already had a small taste of that”, you responded with a chuckle, seeing how a bigger grin spread over Negan’s handsome features as a quiet but throaty laugh rumbled through his chest. It felt like a burden fell from your shoulders and let some lightheartedness stream through your veins as you slowly let your cheek rest against the warm skin of his shoulder just to feel how Negan began to lean his head against yours.
Almost unconsciously and completely naturally his hand found yours after a few small moments, his long fingers intertwined with yours before his large palm engulfed your hand and his thumb began to draw lazy circles over your skin. “Just wanna be able to keep you safe…feel like I can’t anymore”, you heard Negan reluctantly grumble against your skin, seemingly still having the urge to explain himself before you rose your head from his shoulder. “You still can”, you said, looking into his eyes as he rose his brows doubtfully. “It’s different”, you said, shrugging your shoulders slightly before you let another small smile slip onto your lips to give your words some more cogency,”but if you ask me, we’re doing pretty great at taking care of each other” Negan’s lips began to curl slightly up again, his eyes were still stuck to your face as your fingers found their way to the inside of his underarm and began to slowly trace over his skin while your other hand was still buried in his. “Especially when we’re sitting on the bathroom floor”, you added with a small chuckle as you let your head fall back on his shoulder and nuzzled your nose against his skin while the throaty chuckle that left Negan’s lips let it vibrate softly against your face. “In goddamn underwear”, he added, glancing down at himself before his laugh got muffled as he leaned in and pressed a small kiss onto your forehead.
The sound of the shutting front door let you slightly flinch up, indicating that Siddiq had left the house like he had told you and showing the both of you that you couldn’t sit forever on the tiles of the floor. “And now?”, Negan spelled it out as his head was still leaning against yours while his warm breath hit your skin. “You still gotta bath.” “Wow Sweetheart you’re really serving some charm up today”, Negan chuckled as he squeezed your hand slightly while you let out a small, chuckling groan. “Didn’t mean it this way”, you mumbled with a laugh, shoving his chest slightly as his throaty chuckle sounded once again through the bathroom. “Mhmm sure”, Negan mumbled teasingly as let out another small groan and felt Negan shifting slightly against you before he rose his voice again. "If you want…how about we get inside this damn thing? Together”, Negan asked just as his lips formed into a grin against your skin before you rose your head from his shoulder and looked up at him. “Don’t think we’ll get that kinda opportunity again any time soon so…”, Negan mumbled, the grin on his lips wide while he shrugged and rose his eyebrows in a teasing but overly and played innocent manner. The played innocence quickly hushed from his features as the wolfish glance filled his eyes up and some more roguishness washed into his grin while you let a small laugh out and watched him running his tongue slowly over his lower lip. Considering that you both were alone in the house and you could feel yourself longing for his closeness, you began to nod and saw his grin growing even wider.
The warm water was still flowing into the bath and mixed with the soap when you looked at Negan who was finally laying in the water, stretching his long legs out that had to the surprise of both of you more than enough room in the tub. “Come in”, you heard him say with a grin as he shifted with his back against the bath and opened his arms demonstrative for you while you began to peel yourself out of your clothes. Feeling Negan’s glance sticking onto you, you could feel some heat rising in your body and up into your cheeks until the last piece of clothing left your skin. “There we fucking go”, you heard Negan say, his throaty chuckle rumbling through his wet chest before he raised his hand to help you step inside the tub. Sliding your hand into his and finally feeling the warm water touching your feet you heard how low growls fell from Negan’s lips as soon as you turned around. Feeling how a small grin forced itself onto your lips you lowered your body until you let out a content sigh as soon as you could feel the water beginning to enclose you and felt how Negan’s arms wrapped around you to pull your back against his warm and wet chest.
“Fuck, this is good”, Negan mumbled with a pleasant sigh as soon as you laid comfortably with him in the tub, one of his arms securely wrapped around your waist, the other slung around your shoulders to keep you closely against him. Slowly, you moved one of your hands up until you could place it on his arm just as you leaned your face against his neck and nuzzled your nose into the warm skin beneath the bandaid. Softly pressing your lips against his neck you heard him growling contently, his arms tightened slightly while the warm water and the sensation of Negan’s bare body against yours let a warmth in your body grow Gradually, he loosened his hold on you for a moment just to move one of his hands into the tub to let them slowly begin to scoop some warm water over your body. “Gotta get you all nice and wet, huh?”, Negan mumbled with a grin as you quietly chuckled while his large hand slowly ran over your body and engulfed it in the warmth of the water and the one of his very own. The soft purling of the water mixed with the sound of the low growls that rumbled through Negan’s wet chest and let it vibrate softly against your back while you began to crave more of his touch. Slowly, you ran your hand up until your fingers could lace into his dark hair and ran softly and just the way you knew he liked it through his dark curls all while you could feel him beginning to relax beneath your touch as his head began to lean against yours and more of the content growls fell from his lips. Feeling how a smile began to grow on your lips you let your fingers slowly move out of his hair and let them trace over his glistening skin that was adorned by some of the soap bubbles that danced over his body. “Lean forwards”, Negan grumbled before you glanced questioning back to him. “Not that, not gonna push my dick into you…yet”, Negan chuckled throatily before he nodded towards you,”Just do it.” Quietly chuckling you leaned forwards, already hearing Negan’s low growls before his large hands placed on your shoulders before slowly running down your back. Gradually, Negan’s thumb slid along your spine, causing a content hum to fall from your lips while the rest of his large hands cupped your waist before they wandered south until they could firmly grip your hips and push you a little closer back to him. “Dont’t stop”, you mumbled quietly before you heard Negan’s chuckle as he gave your hips a small squeeze. “Didn’t quite catch that, Baby. Think you gotta speak up”, he chuckled as you let out a small groaning laugh. “Oh come on”, you complained playfully before you heard the purling of the water as Negan leaned closer in. “Hmm?”, he theatrically hummed, leaning in until his lips could brush over your skin and let his teeth tug teasingly on your skin that made you flinch slightly but long for his touch nonetheless. “Don’t stop”, you said just before you heard Negan’s chuckle once again. “Damn, now there we go!”, he called throatily laughing out before continuing his massage until he pulled you back into his embrace and against his warm and wet chest. Slowly, you felt him leaning in until his lips could press kisses on your shoulder while you felt his beard stubble chafing softly against your sensitive skin. “Oh I fucking know you like that”, he quietly chuckled against your warm skin as another hum left your lips before his lips traveled over your neck and formed a warm and damp trail along your skin. “And this here too”, Negan purred teasingly as you could him beginning to softly nibble on your sensitive skin while one of his large hands wandered over your side, letting his rough fingertips run up and down your skin and send small, intoxicating shivers through your body.
Slowly, and with each and every more kiss and touch of his you could feel the warmth in your body slowly streaming to your middle while the knowing grin Negan’s lips formed against your skin let you know that he was exactly noticing what he was beginning to form in you. A sudden thud downstairs made you flinch up as your eyes snapped open and stared at the closed door while you heard Negan’s throaty laugh. “Afraid we’re gonna get caught?”, he chuckled as you looked back at him and saw into his grinning face while his brows perked teasingly up while you let out a small breath. “Don’t fuckin’ worry”, Negan grinned as he squeezed your waist playfully ,”We’re all fucking alone in this damn house. Doc’s at the walls and no ones gonna come in here.” A chuckle tumbled through his chest as he glanced at you and slowly let his tongue slide over his lower lip, “And if there’s still some fucker paying a visit…their ears gonna have a fucking soundgasm from the hell of a show they’ll hear…and by the way…I got the kinda feeling that you secretly like the fucking risk of being caught.” “But not when those people are my old friends who hate you with all their gut”, you corrected him with a small grin, not able to stay serious as you heard his chuckle and felt his playful touch. “So you usually like that fucking idea?” You let out a small chuckling groan and nudged his side while his laugh rumbled through his chest as you leaned back against him while you heard his enthusiastic voice again, “Oh I fucking knew it!”
Within moments you could feel him all over you again, his hand trailing off from your side, slowly wandering towards your core while the grin on his lips grew with every bit he could feel your body aching more for his touch. Your body was already tensing in anticipation until you finally felt his long fingers teasing over your core, his thumb beginning to slowly draw circles over your clit as you exhaled softly and let your head fall back against his shoulder. Pressing yourself closer against him you could feel the way his body responded to your touch as well while he slowly began to slip his fingers closer to your core while his thumb continued to massage your sensitive nub. With no further warning Negan pushed two fingers into you, letting you gasp out as soon as he began to pump them slowly in and out of your aching heat, causing you to arch your back as a small moan fell from your lips. Feeling how his other hand ran up your body you began to shiver beneath his touch as it cupped your breasts and slowly began to fondle each of them while his fingers thrusted faster into you. Buckling your hips up to press yourself closer into his touch you heard Negan’s throaty chuckle just before he began to slow his thrusts down, “Want more, don’t ya?…Straddle my lap, Baby” His voice was low and purring and it just turned you more on as you got yourself to shift out of his embrace and tried to keep your body steady in the tub before you turned around, feeling yourself longing for him. Your breath hitched slightly as soon as your glance caught his thick length that was already rock hard, throbbing to slip into you but as soon as you straddled his lap and began to lower yourself you heard Negan’s teasing whistle and felt his strong hands grabbing your hips. “No, no not so fast”, he chuckled as your glance shot up to him as a throaty chuckle fell from his lips,”Damn, you’re eager as fuck.” Biting his lip he grinned widely before you could feel his hands gripping you a little tighter before his tongue ran teasingly slow over his lower lip. “Now I also can’t fucking wait to sink my dick into your tight pussy but I need you to come here first”, he purred as he lead you a little closer towards him while he sunk a little deeper into the water and made you realize what he was planing for you. With a wider smirk Negan licked over his lips, his glance beginning to darken as he glanced wolfishly up at you,“Want you to feel all good, Baby…so let Daddy take care of ya.” You could hear another purr rumbling through his body before you let out a gasp as soon as you felt his lips placing on your sweet spot, sucking and caressing it as he grabbed you harder and pressed you closer against him. Trying to keep yourself steady on your trembling legs, soft moans began to fall from your lips as you shut your eyes and concentrated on the wonders Negan’s tongue and lips did to you. Your fingers began to entangle in his dark curls as you shivered in pleasure, feeling every little flick of his tongue against your aching core before one of his hands let go of your hips and wandered along your inner thighs. All of sudden he pushed two fingers back into you, letting you moan out as he curled them inside your heat while a throaty chuckle fell from his lips. “Fuck, Baby. You’re soaking wet,”, he purred, pushing his fingers deeper into you as you trembled in pleasure,”That damn tub here’s nothing against you.”
With each thrust Negan turned you into a bigger mess, bringing you to your high until you were shivering breathlessly against him, your hands still buried in his hair while your trembling legs had problems to keep you up even as you slowly came back. “Hot damn”, you heard Negan mumble as he moved a little up and let you lower your body just as your eyes darted back at him, catching him looking widely grinning at you as his beard was glistening in your juices, just like his fingers as he lead them closer towards his lips. “Shit Baby, you taste fan-fucking-tastic”, he groaned quietly as he sucked your wetness off his fingers, his eyes still keeping your glance captured while the purr in his voice let another shiver run through you. Letting his hand move up to the back of your neck, he lead you closer to him until his lips could meet yours and let you taste yourself while deep growls rumbled through his chest as you ran your fingers over his skin and the dark, wet curls that clung onto it. “Think you’re fucking ready for me”, he purred against your lips as they stopped caressing yours for a moment and formed with a wide smirk against your skin. And even though your whole body yearned to feel him deeply inside you, another part of you longed to give him something back, even to show him that he definitely still was the man his muddled mind had thought he couldn’t be anymore. “Wait…it’s my turn”, you mumbled eventually against his warm lips before your eyes fluttered open and saw him cocking a brow curiously at you. “Damn, I’m some lucky ass fucker”, he quietly chuckled as he saw the heat rising in your cheeks before he bit his lip as you leaned in to press kisses along the throbbing vein on his neck. Slowly making your way down you still weren’t completely steady on your legs as Negan’s body tensed in lust until he chuckled throatily as soon as your glance fell on his large erection. “Intimidated, Baby?”, he asked teasingly, the wide grin sounding through his voice as your body was still shaky and a part of you was still overwhelmed by his size, even though the adrenaline in your body didn’t allow any more nervousness to arise. Moving your hand up, you wrapped it around the base of his throbbing length that was still surrounded by the warm water while you already heard a small gasp leaving Negan’s lips. Slowly, you began to pump your hand up and down his thick girth, gradually beginning to move it in a spiraling motion as soon as you heard Negan’s moans that began to turn louder. “Fuck”, he cussed through gritted teeth within the moment your lips wrapped around his swollen head and with that, Negan’s large hand buried in your hand as grabbed it tighter with every caress of yours. ”Your throat’s gonna turn into a fucking ski slope after al-…fucking fu-”, he growled, stopping as a moan pressed out of his lips and the fingertips of your other hand digged into his hip. Inwardly, you were grinning widely as you heard a few lustfilled whimpers leaving his lips as soon as your tongue swirled around his dick’s head and you were in control of this big and strong man’s pleasure. Glancing up at him he had his head fallen back against the white tiles, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth hanging open as deep moans left his lips while the vein on his neck was pulsing harshly. “Fuck…motherfu-”, Negan growled deeply, his curses cut off by heavy breaths and groans as you glanced back down, your hand kept moving up and down his pulsing shaft and your tongue began to massage the thick vein that boasted along his cock while your lips were wrapped around him. ”Baby…”, he breathed out, as soon as you were ready to take more of him as your head bobbed up and down his length, his tight grab on your hair tightened and your hand pumped his body faster. ”Look at me, fucking…fuck look at me”, he growled breathlessly as you glanced up at him, only to look into his in lust darkened eyes and half shut eyes that darted right at you, “Fuck…now that some fucking hell of a sight…”
After a while, you could feel him becoming more restless as more heavy breaths, growls and curses fell from his lips while his wide girth was keeping your mouth except for tiny breath breaks thoroughly in charge. “Play with my balls…fuck Baby…play with ‘em”, he growled out through gritted teeth as your fingers that had dug into his side were now moving down. Caressing his balls he cursed out and squirmed in pleasure beneath your touch as you could feel him becoming more and more shaky. ”Fuck-…you’re gonna make me fucking cu-”, he growled out, as you concentrated on caressing his sensitive dick head some more before he suddenly began to pull you away from his throbbing erection. ”Not yet…”, he grumbled, heavily breathing as you glanced up at him ,”Hell…I need you to…fuck, ride my dick, Baby. Ride my fucking dick.”
Completely breathless and feeling some soreness spreading out in your mouth and throat, he quickly pulled you up to him, soothing you with a deep and hungry kiss before one of his hands wandered to your hips. Feeling him digging his rough fingertips into your skin you flinched slightly up before his lips let go of yours, his other hand ran to his pulsing dick to keep himself steady. “There we fucking go, Baby”, he growled as his strong hand helped you to lower yourself closer towards him until a gasp left your lips as his hardness slid along your wetness until it pressed right against your sopping core.
A moan fell from your lips as soon as you felt him sinking into you, inch by inch until you reached his base and felt him completely filling you up and stretching you out. “Shit..you’re so fucking tight”, Negan growled out as his other hand ran to your ass, grabbing a handful firmly while his other began pull you harder down onto him. As soon as your hands had found their way to his broad shoulders and the pleasure of feeling him finally buried deeply inside you was streaming through your body, Negan began to guide you up and down his thick length. Moans and heavy breaths fell from both of your lips as he thrusted over and over again into your aching heat and the warm water that was surrounding both of your bodies gave your bodies a very own satisfaction. “Negan…fuck-”, you moaned breathily out as you let him sink deeply into your core, your fingernails digging into his heated and wet skin as your eyes fluttered in pleasure. “Fuck…now look at how fucking great your tight pussy swallows my big fucking dick”, Negan growled out, praising you as you glanced at him while his darkened eyes were watching his throbbing cock plowing in and out of your core. A breathy cry of pleasure left your lips as your glance wandered down at the both of you, seeing yourself how you swallowed him with every thrust while your body ached for more and more of him. “Fucking fuckity fuck…fuck!”, Negan growled loudly out as he jerked his hips up and into you as much as his body allowed him to, while your hands began to bury into his hair as he pulled you closer against him. Both of his large hands began to place on your ass before one firm slap on your heated skin made you rush harder down to him. “Fuck…”,you cursed out as your fingertips dug deeper into him, you could feel yourself becoming shakier before you could feel his lips capturing yours in a rough kiss, swallowing your moans as your hips meet in an intoxicating rhythm. Whimpering against his lips you felt his short dark curls rubbing against your sweet spot as he was repeatedly pounding his thick cock into you, leaving you shaking even harder as one of his hands found their way to your pulsing clit. Feeling him rubbing and massaging the sensitive flesh you began to swing in more ecstasy, as you shut your eyes and began to feel your legs quivering harder. Negan’s lips left yours, trailing down your neck before the harshness of one of his thrusts let him sink his teeth into the curve of your neck, letting you cry out in pleasure as the small stinging and the feeling of his sizable length deeply in you drove you almost crazy. “Shit…keep going…fucking keep going, Baby”, Negan growled against your skin as you tried to keep the movements of your hips steady while your body began to ache for a release of the high that was beginning to build with a higher force up.
Moans, heavy breaths, groans, the sound of the water and your wet skin slapping against each other filled the bathroom as you could feel Negan beginning to pound harder into you as he put more pressure on his fingers. “Open your fucking eyes…fucking…fuck, look at me when you fucking cum for me”, Negan growled as you opened your eyes and stared into his with lust darkened glance, feeling him slowly growing closer as well while you were only seconds away from your release. With one last hard and deep thrust of his throbbing length into your sopping heat you reached your high, pleasure washing through your body as your orgasm and Negan’s sizable dick that still pounded into you turned you into a trembling mess as he fucked you through your high. Mumbling his name you collapsed against him, feeling him wapping his arms around you as he began to thrust relentlessly and as much as his body allowed him to into you, while you breathlessly leaned in to kiss the sensitive and heated skin of his neck while your fingers were still buried in his dark locks. Hearing him growling in response to your touch and feeling him becoming shakier and sloppier, you felt his wet chest rising and falling in a fast pace against you while curses fell from his lips until his dick twitched deeply inside you. Feeling how he pulled himself out of your heat in the very last second his warm cum hit your trembling skin and spilled over your stomach, leaving both of you breathless and still swinging in the trance you had put each other in.
Cleaned up from his warm seed and still shaking slightly you found yourself laying in his arms a little later, the slight narrowness of the tub pressing you closer against one another while the warm water was still surrounding you as your head was resting on his wet chest and your fingers toyed softly with the dark curls that clung to his skin. “This day took a damn fine turn”, Negan grumbled with a soft chuckle against your skin as he pressed his lips on your forehead. Humming in approval you nuzzled your nose into his warm chest, closing your eyes for a short moment while his fingers traced over your wet and heated skin. A small but throaty chuckle fell from his lips as his hot breath hit your skin while he pulled you deeper into his embrace. “Got ourselves pretty damn dirty, huh?…Looks like we gotta try this whole shit all over again.”
Showered off and back in some new clothes you found yourself again in Negan’s patient’s room, digging out some blankets for the night while Negan laid in the bed, shifting slightly up into the pillows as he watched you. “Why don’t you get the one from last night?”, he asked with a small chuckle as he perked his brows up and looked at you. “Because I accidentally spilled coffee all over it this morning”, you mumbled reluctantly, before you shot Negan a warning but playful glance as he laughed throatily and already opened his mouth for another teasing remark. “Come on at least let me have that fun…you made me go down the stairs on my fucking ass, I deserve that”, he chuckled theatrically offended as you grabbed one of the blankets and walked closer over to his bed’s side. “Yeah so you would get into this bed here safe and sound”, you chuckled before you glanced at him, “Too bad I didn’t have a camera with me.” “You can be an asshole you know that?”, Negan throatily chuckled as he reached out to your wrist to pull you down next to him. “Maybe”, you quietly laughed, letting him wrap his arm around your hips before the sound of footsteps made you glance up. “(Y/N)”, you suddenly heard a familiar voice say you had expected as one of the least to come searching for you. Within moments Rick stood in the doorway, looking at you and Negan beside you while your surprised mind tried to read anything off of his face and his glance before he rose his voice again. “We need to talk.”