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“Fuck, your hands are cold!”, Negan nearly called out as he stared down at your hands in his large palms, swollen and red from the snow outside the Sanctuary and the rough wood of the shovel you’d held onto for the last hour.
You only nodded as Negan moved his thumbs along the sides of your hands, the heat of his own soothing you a little while it made your stomach tingle more as you caught his eyes roaming over your face.
They were curious and had that teasing, roguish glance stuck in them, mixed up with the warmth you’d been seeing more and more over the last while. The only things that could distract you from his eyes were the snowflakes that were floating down the sky, some of them landing in his black hair that set a strong contrast in the bright surrounding and entangled in his beard, while he flashed a wide, toothy grin that let his dimples show beneath the thick salt and pepper stubble. 
“Gotta get these nice and warm again, huh?”, he mumbled as his eyes dropped back down to your entangled hands as his grasped yours tighter and brought them closer to him, leading them a little up before some moving figures that you could see from the corners of your eyes caught your attention.
Your glance swayed to the three men that were standing by one of the entrances, smoking cigarettes that filled the cold air with some gray hot smoke while they watched you and their leader closely, talking and looking over again and again, almost like little girls on the school yard.
“Oh, guess they like watchin’”, Negan’s deep voice huffed, the annoyance clearly audible even though the grin was still on his lips before it suddenly flattened and his eyes narrowed into a threatening glare.
“Hey creeps, don’t ya got fucking work to do?”, he nearly roared through the air,  loud and firm, enough to let the grown men at the entrance flinch a little, throw their cigarettes in record time to the snowy ground, putting them out with their shoes and the help of the snow as they hastily nodded.
“Yes, boss”, they called back out, nodding again before they hurried inside and shut the heavy metal door with a loud bang behind them, leaving you alone with Negan in the courtyard. 
“Well, back to it”, he chuckled in the next moment, grasping your hands a little tighter as he held them closer and leaned down, enough to feel his hot breath brushing over your swollen knuckles. One good thing about the icy outside was that your cheeks were already reddened anyway by the cold, the blush that was creeping onto them not as noticeable but still, and much to your dislike, Negan seemed to notice what he was doing there to you with these couple touches. 
“What?”, he mumbled, grinning only wider as he lead your hands higher up, enough to brush his lips over your fingers, showing you exactly that he was aware on his effect on you in these very moments.
“Nothing”, you mumbled anyway, mirroring his grin slightly that only grew into a roguish smirk while his rough beard stubble was tickling your sensitive skin, creating a contrast to the surprising softness of his lips.
“Mhmm sure”, he husked, his eyes not leaving yours as his thumbs kept stroking over the side of your hands and warmed them second by second more up with his large palms. A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you shook your head softly about him which only motivated him to keep going with his caresses. 
“Didn’t get yourself some gloves just for this here now huh?”, Negan mumbled, the tease clearly audible in his voice as he grinned at you, sneaking his tongue over his lower lip,”Hoped I’d put those pretty hands in my pants.”
“I didn’t”, you laughed, nudging his arm a little with your elbow while more heat rose up into your cheeks, too much by now to be explained by the cold,”Didn’t find any and Simon was stressing us to get outside.”
“Well, looks like I gotta talk to my second hand man”, Negan replied quickly, brushing over your flushed cheeks much to your surprise while he grasped your hands a little tighter ,”Just gotta decide if I gotta scold the shit out of him or thank him for giving me that here.” 
You wanted to reply something, but your mind was blank for a moment as you just stared at him with slightly opened lips that waited for your head to give it some words to say. But instead you just let out another soft chuckle and shook your head again, glimpsing at him as he held your hands a little lower, close to his chest, still keeping them warm and cozy, oppositely to the rest of your body that was exposed to the icy coldness and got struck by a shiver that ran down your back, eliciting trembles to shake through you.
“Shit, you’re freezing”, he grumbled, the grin flattening for a moment before it grew wide once more, “C’mon let’s get in and get ya warmed up. Your shift’s over for today and that’s a damn command!”
“Good”, you chuckled, not complaining about that order as you felt more cold creeping from your feet up your legs, and felt it brushing over your skin and slipping down your thick jacket.
Negan only let go of one of your hands in the next moment, keeping the other in his as he nodded towards the door the men had slipped through earlier and started to trudge through the fresh snow, leading you along with him while the snowfall began to get heavier. The snowflakes seemed to get thicker as they fell from the sky and landed onto both of you, entangling in your hair and smoothing against your clothes while you held onto Negan’s hand, an urge inside you yearning to get as much of his warmth as you could until he would let go of you again.
“I already got some plans how to get you heated up again”, Negan laughed as you got closer to the door, grinning widely at you as the tingling warmth inside you let you ignore the freezing cold, your icy feet and the goosebumps that had spread by now over your whole body, and instead let you only focus on the tall man beside you as you laughed back at him.
“Yeah, that’s what I already thought.”

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“Fuck, your hands are cold!”, Negan nearly called out as he stared down at your hands in his large palms, swollen and red from the snow outside the Sanctuary and the rough wood of the shovel you’d held onto for the last hour.
You only nodded as Negan moved his thumbs along the sides of your hands, the heat of his own soothing you a little while it made your stomach tingle more as you caught his eyes roaming over your face.
They were curious and had that teasing, roguish glance stuck in them, mixed up with the warmth you’d been seeing more and more over the last while. The only things that could distract you from his eyes were the snowflakes that were floating down the sky, some of them landing in his black hair that set a strong contrast in the bright surrounding and entangled in his beard, while he flashed a wide, toothy grin that let his dimples show beneath the thick salt and pepper stubble. 
“Gotta get these nice and warm again, huh?”, he mumbled as his eyes dropped back down to your entangled hands as his grasped yours tighter and brought them closer to him, leading them a little up before some moving figures that you could see from the corners of your eyes caught your attention.
Your glance swayed to the three men that were standing by one of the entrances, smoking cigarettes that filled the cold air with some gray hot smoke while they watched you and their leader closely, talking and looking over again and again, almost like little girls on the school yard.
“Oh, guess they like watchin’”, Negan’s deep voice huffed, the annoyance clearly audible even though the grin was still on his lips before it suddenly flattened and his eyes narrowed into a threatening glare.
“Hey creeps, don’t ya got fucking work to do?”, he nearly roared through the air,  loud and firm, enough to let the grown men at the entrance flinch a little, throw their cigarettes in record time to the snowy ground, putting them out with their shoes and the help of the snow as they hastily nodded.
“Yes, boss”, they called back out, nodding again before they hurried inside and shut the heavy metal door with a loud bang behind them, leaving you alone with Negan in the courtyard. 
“Well, back to it”, he chuckled in the next moment, grasping your hands a little tighter as he held them closer and leaned down, enough to feel his hot breath brushing over your swollen knuckles. One good thing about the icy outside was that your cheeks were already reddened anyway by the cold, the blush that was creeping onto them not as noticeable but still, and much to your dislike, Negan seemed to notice what he was doing there to you with these couple touches. 
“What?”, he mumbled, grinning only wider as he lead your hands higher up, enough to brush his lips over your fingers, showing you exactly that he was aware on his effect on you in these very moments.
“Nothing”, you mumbled anyway, mirroring his grin slightly that only grew into a roguish smirk while his rough beard stubble was tickling your sensitive skin, creating a contrast to the surprising softness of his lips.
“Mhmm sure”, he husked, his eyes not leaving yours as his thumbs kept stroking over the side of your hands and warmed them second by second more up with his large palms. A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you shook your head softly about him which only motivated him to keep going with his caresses. 
“Didn’t get yourself some gloves just for this here now huh?”, Negan mumbled, the tease clearly audible in his voice as he grinned at you, sneaking his tongue over his lower lip,”Hoped I’d put those pretty hands in my pants.”
“I didn’t”, you laughed, nudging his arm a little with your elbow while more heat rose up into your cheeks, too much by now to be explained by the cold,”Didn’t find any and Simon was stressing us to get outside.”
“Well, looks like I gotta talk to my second hand man”, Negan replied quickly, brushing over your flushed cheeks much to your surprise while he grasped your hands a little tighter ,”Just gotta decide if I gotta scold the shit out of him or thank him for giving me that here.” 
You wanted to reply something, but your mind was blank for a moment as you just stared at him with slightly opened lips that waited for your head to give it some words to say. But instead you just let out another soft chuckle and shook your head again, glimpsing at him as he held your hands a little lower, close to his chest, still keeping them warm and cozy, oppositely to the rest of your body that was exposed to the icy coldness and got struck by a shiver that ran down your back, eliciting trembles to shake through you.
“Shit, you’re freezing”, he grumbled, the grin flattening for a moment before it grew wide once more, “C’mon let’s get in and get ya warmed up. Your shift’s over for today and that’s a damn command!”
“Good”, you chuckled, not complaining about that order as you felt more cold creeping from your feet up your legs, and felt it brushing over your skin and slipping down your thick jacket.
Negan only let go of one of your hands in the next moment, keeping the other in his as he nodded towards the door the men had slipped through earlier and started to trudge through the fresh snow, leading you along with him while the snowfall began to get heavier. The snowflakes seemed to get thicker as they fell from the sky and landed onto both of you, entangling in your hair and smoothing against your clothes while you held onto Negan’s hand, an urge inside you yearning to get as much of his warmth as you could until he would let go of you again.
“I already got some plans how to get you heated up again”, Negan laughed as you got closer to the door, grinning widely at you as the tingling warmth inside you let you ignore the freezing cold, your icy feet and the goosebumps that had spread by now over your whole body, and instead let you only focus on the tall man beside you as you laughed back at him.
“Yeah, that’s what I already thought.”

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“Y’know, tomorrow morning I’ll regret drinking with you”, you mumbled, the edge of the fancy whiskey glass still resting on your lips as you swallowed the amber liquid that washed down your throat and filled it with a tingling warmth.
Stretching your exhausted and worked-marked limbs, you shifted over your chair on the platform outside the Sanctuary, still clinging to the glass of whiskey that definitely wasn’t your first one. Your fuzzy growing eyes swayed over the darker becoming sky until they caught the man by your side who glimpsed over at you with a lazy grin.
“How come?”, Negan grumbled, taking a sip of his whiskey before he bit his lip and perked his brows curiously up. Huffing you leaned back, feeling how the alcohol was working on you before it drew a grin on your face and made a chuckle fall from your lips as you allowed your glances to stay connected.
“Cause I talk waaay too fucking much when I’m drunk…and I get too damn direct…”, you mumbled taking another sip of the whiskey before a thicker chuckle left your lips,”Actually, I feel like I’m turning into the Negan version of myself.”
“Well holy shit, Now was that a compliment or a damn drag?”, he laughed, glancing at you as he licked the remaining scotch of his lips before you shrugged your shoulders, focusing your fuzzy glance on him with a lazy but provocative grin drawn over your lips.
“Decide for yourself.”
“Well shit”, he grumbled, taking another thick gulp of his whiskey before he pursed his lips and puckered his brows, even though the edges of his lips twitched.
“Oh don’t pout”, you groaned, a drunken giggle leaving your lips as you nudged his arm playfully,”You’re the best. And it’s just that you’re way better at being Negan than my damn drunk me is.”
A thick laugh rumbled through your body before it hushed as your tipsy mind processed what had just slipped out of your lips, the truth carried out by the alcohol and the straightforwardness it evoked in you.
“Shit”, you mumbled, half chuckling, half groaning as you heft yourself off the chair, feeling the impact of the scotch kicking in, even more as soon as you stood on your feet. Stumbling over to the railing you still held onto your glass, hearing the hearty and loud laughter of Negan shaking through the air as you huffed with a small grin on your lips out, “Ah here we go.”
“I’m the best”, he chuckled as he repeated you, relish echoing through his voice as if he was tasting every single word ,”Mhm and that outta your mouth.”
The metal of his chair screeched over the concrete floor as you saw him standing up from the corner of your eyes, catching how he swung his body over to you.
“I’m the best”, he mumbled again, wolfish and with even more tease than before while he leaned down, smirking widely as you turned to him and tilted your head with a playfully annoyed glance at him.
“Stop”, you mumbled, shoving his chest as he instead smirked even wider before taking another sip of his drink and slowly shaking his head.
“Uh-uh”, he mumbled, now nodding towards you and your glass ,“Think we two are drinking more often now.”
Another, slight drunken chuckle left his lips as he got close enough for you to feel his body’s warmth against yours and the heat of his breath on your skin, before he pointed his finger up at your head.
“Wanna know what this sweet ass drink can reveal what else’s going on in that pretty head”, he mumbled, snaking his tongue over his lower lip as his gaze shifted a little down,”And hear what can come outta those damn lips…bet you got some dirty dirty thoughts in there that just wanna slip out”
“Oh, you asshole”, you laughed, using his body as crutch for yours as you raised your middle finger up into his face, only to elicit a thicker laugh to rumble through his chest. Shaking his head slightly he sneaked an arm around you to pull you closer against him, chuckling deeply before he grinned even wider at you.
“Lemme correct you there, Baby. The best asshole.”

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Heavy footsteps shuffled over the wooden floor-panels of your room, mixing with with soft raindrops that hit the windows as the darkness of the night surrounded the Sanctuary. The lights had still been burning in your room when he had knocked on your door, opening it reluctantly before peaking inside. His eyes were red rimmed and deep lines of exhaustion of a sleepless night took hostage of his face. His voice had been rougher and quieter than usual as he asked if he could slip in next to you, nothing of the usual tease daubing it, not even like you had heard it just hours ago when you had went through inventories and new plans for the Sanctuary in his office.
And now, he was stumbling towards you, just like he had done it a few times already over the last month, with an expression on his face that let you know that the packed day hadn’t messed with him, but something much deeper, nightmares or maybe just thoughts that sneaked like demons out of their deep and dark holes and invaded his mind with terror for hours.
“Been workin’?”, Negan asked, as if he was trying to distract from himself as he nodded towards the papers that were sprawled out over your desk, forming a mess only you could find a sense in.
“No, just added a bit to the pantry lists, nothing big”, you said, shrugging your shoulders as you gave him a small smile and watched him nodding slowly.
“Okay”, he mumbled, gulping and still trying to keep his voice steady and act as if he wasn’t feeling as miserable as he was, even though you and him secretly both knew that this was a mission damned to fail.
Shuffling to the side you made some space for him as soon as he reached the bed, enough for him to raise the sheets and slip beneath them. Softly groaning he let his body fall into the mattress and settled slowly into the pillows before reaching out to pull the sheets over his body.
You watched him, unsure if he wanted to talk about whatever had driven him to the point that he didn’t want to sleep alone again, or if he just wanted to keep it to himself for now and just ban it from his head to not give it more energy to work on his nerves. 
“Alright, we two should probably try to catch some z’s, can’t stumble tomorrow through the fuckin’ day like those dead assholes”, Negan mumbled, forcing a small grin up his lips even though his eyes were still showing the same sorrow and pain from before.
“Yeah, we should”, you just said, nodding softly as you watched him gulping thickly, before he reached to his side to switch the lamp on the nightstand off, filling the room with darkness in seconds.
Only in the faint light of the moonshine you could see Negan shifting along with you against the mattress until your heads were sunken into the pillows and the sheets were engulfing your bodies.
“Y’know, if you wanna talk, I’m here”, you finally mumbled, carefully and with a soft smile as his glance met yours for a moment.
“Yeah, I know…”, he grumbled as he gave you a small but still sad smile back before he reached out to your hand, engulfing it in his large one to give it a soft squeeze and spark a warmth within you that was spreading through your body in the matter of seconds ,”Thank you, Sweetheart.”
“But for now….hell, can you just c’mere? , he added, his voice raspy and almost pleading, revealing a side of him that seemed to only come out when you were alone. His glance almost burned into you until you slowly nodded and began to shift closer towards him as soon as he let go of your hand and instead raised his arm for you to slip to his side.
You could feel his warmth before your bodies touched, could feel the tingling in your stomach growing stronger and then, as his arms closed around you and pulled you against his broad chest the tingling formed into small waves of warmth that washed over each part of your body that touched his.
A deep, content growl rumbled through his chest as he breathed out, humming as you followed your body’s urge to huddle up closer to him. It was then, as his arms tightened around you, that you could feel how much he actually needed this, how much he had waited for comforting touches after whatever had haunted him.
“Shit, what would I do without you?”, he mumbled, his voice a little muffled as he nuzzled his nose into your hair, holding tighter onto you while these few words made you melt only closer into him. You didn’t respond, instead, you just hugged him back as you could feel his legs entangling with yours, forming a deeper embrace that let his tense muscles slowly slacken until he relaxed against your body.
The room was quiet, only the soft drumming of the rain filling it along with Negan’s steady growing breath and the soft hums that fell from his lips whenever he nuzzled your hair or pulled you closer.
And as you slowly drifted off, engulfed in his warmth and comforting scent, his deep voice rumbled through his chest and let your heart flutter one more time before the sleep finally pulled you into its depths.
“You’re the best, Sweetheart…y’know that? The fuckin’ best.”

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Halloween Special & entry for @underatedcharactersunite “7 Minutes in Heaven” writing challenge!
I had so much fun writing this so hopefully you’ll enjoy it too and check out the other works of the participating authors!🎃🖤

Summary: When the reader finally decided to follow Negan’s invitation to a halloween party, little did she know that an unexpected game would reveal more than just a surprising confession.

My prompt: “Bottle of Whiskey”

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Music was echoing through the hallways, bouncing off the cold stone as it streamed through the air and filled up your way. 
You got closer to its source with each step you took as you fumbled nervously on the sleeves of the dress that was swinging around your body, soft, dark red fabric that felt blissfully on your skin.
A shivering breath left your lips as you reached up, readjusting the hood of the dress a little bit and gulped quietly as you entered the next and last hallway before getting to your destination, the halloween party whose host had gifted you the exact dress that was engulfing your body in these moments.
Its hood and the deep red color gave away the intended costume pretty fast, even though you could tell by the sumptuous fabric and its subtle style that it definitely hadn’t been just some costume you could buy in some shop before shit hit the fan, but rather a piece you could find in a pretty little boutique.
You could still see Negan’s roguish grin when he had gifted it to you just days ago, telling you with a wink that you could take the dress as a personal way of his to invite you to the party.
He had been gone as fast as he had come, giving you no chance to protest the luxurious gift or even give him an answer to the invitation.
And till an hour ago, you hadn’t even known the answer yourself.
You’d wanted to see him, if you were honest there was nothing else you wanted as much but you had your reasons for your doubts.
You actually liked him, not directly because of his position as the strong leader but rather because of the things he said and did when he was around you.
The visits on your work.
The times he ate alone with you in the kitchen.
The moments he spent with you during your breaks.
And hell, so much more.
And all of them filled with his odd but entertaining sense of humor, his charm, his roguish grin that kept dancing over his lips but also, and that was something that seemed to stay hidden from most people, his other, if you even dared to say so, softer sides.
So his invite had for sure elicited an excited warmth within you and had kept a large smile on your face for the rest of the evening until you had fallen into your bed and old fears began to sneak up as soon as the light was shut down and darkness began to surround you.
What if this all was just one sided and you were actually misinterpreting all of it?
Negan was a charmer, a big one, and even though the feeling liked to sneak up in you to tell you that he might see something in you, there still was this little devil on your shoulder telling that you were just a nice time killer.
Just as it told you that the dress you were wearing was no evidence for anything, he had six wives who were getting tons of those black dresses, one red one didn’t show anything.
And those wives were just adding onto this, if you were honest, they were probably the main reason you doubted to come.
Only the thought of him with them made you feel sick to the stomach, let alone the chance that you might have to see them swirling around him tonight.
Your stomach tightened again in response to your train of thought, keeping the uneasiness in you alive as you felt the cold metal of the final door pressing into your palm.
You could still always leave, right?
With this last thought you breathed out and pushed the handle down, let the music hit you as the darkened room that was filled here and there with some colorful lights took you in.
The door shut fell into its lock behind you as your eyes roamed through the room, along the people wearing provisory costumes and whose attention laid mostly on the drinks in their hands and the people around them that gave each of them a break from the cruel world outside.
Your gaze wandered around the room, caught a strongly buzzed Simon rushing through groups of people as fast as his state let him while a loud laughter left his lips each time he tried to start a conversation with anyone in his way.
Your eyes caught caught all this but no bunch of black dresses.
A first bit of relief began to wash into you as your eyes began to double check, wandering over the faces of all the guests you could see but still, they weren’t here.
And just as you allowed yourself to breath with a little more ease, your eyes caught the reason you were actually standing in this room.
He sat alone at the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand, the large, fancy looking bottle standing right next to him as he took another gulp of the amber liquid.
He looked as breathtakingly handsome as ever, no doubt, even though his appearance was slightly changed for this night.
He was all in black, his usual leatherjacket clinging to his broad shoulders, a black shirt underneath that was as dark as his pants and the boots that were free from any dried mud the days around the Sanctuary’s compound usually left on them.
A pair of dark gray wolf ears was finishing his outfit, sticking right out of his black hair and letting him match more than ever the look of the big bad wolf.
Much to your surprise he didn’t seem to enjoy the party as much as you had expected, his jaw was clenched beneath the salt and pepper beard that peppered his face as he swallowed the whiskey and stared over the edge of the glass into emptiness.
Should you walk up to him?
Or should you just wait until he noticed you?
Just as this debate began to form in your head it got taken away from you as a pair of hazel eyes meet yours, glancing at you as they slightly widened and the frown that had pressed over his face got replaced by an excited grin.
“There she is!”, you could hear him say, loud enough for you to hear it on the other side of the room while the glance in his eyes and the gravel of his deep voice elicited a whole other kind of warmth to wash into your body and let your cheeks light up.

You were thanking the dimmed light over and over again in those moments as you saw him pushing his tall frame away from the bar, grabbing the glass, the bottle of whiskey and his bat that was resting beside him before strutting over to you.
You could tell by his walk that he’s had a good bit of the whiskey already, a little tipsy if you looked close enough even though the sound of his voice had still been steady, not a hint of slurring, differently to his second hand man who was still rushing through the room.
“Hey there, doll”, Negan chuckled, the smirk spreading wider over his face as he let his tongue run over his lower lip as his eyes ran over your body and brought the heat in you to rise with each passing second, “Shit, you look hot as hell. Fuckin’ beautiful…knew it would look great on ya.”
“Thanks”, you said, feeling a smile on your face growing as he nodded over to a nearby bar table, hinting at you to move over to its place in the corner of the room.

“Almost thought you wouldn’t come anymore”,you heard him mumble as soon as he had placed the bottle and the glass on the wooded surface and leaned back over to you.
His voice wasn’t filled with any kind of accusation, rather a mix of relief and a bit disappointment sounding through its deepness before he lightened up again and rose his voice with another chuckle, “Whatever, doesn’t matter, you’re here now!”
“You want something to drink? Can get ya anything you want. Hell, we can share this nice ass whiskey or I’ll get you some other shit…just think tequila and gin will be hard to get a damn grasp on, Simon’s watching like some fuckin’ broody hen over that crap”, he said, laughing quietly as he glanced over to Simon before looking back at you, his eyes nearly analyzing your face before he let out another throaty chuckle ,”But if you want hell, I’ll throw myself in a fight with him. Lucille’s thirsty too.”
He grinned down to his bat as you let out a small laugh, feeling how you grew more and more comfortable, just like the tingling in your stomach did.
“Oh, I bet she i-”
“Aaaand our first pair is-”, you suddenly heard Simon slur loudly, darting your attention to his figure within a group of people, gesturing even more excessively than he usually did as he looked into the faces of his bystanders ,”Can I get some drum roll!”
He laughed out, shoving up the sleeves of his shirt before he swung his arms around, until his fingertip ended up pointing right into your direction.
“The big man and his-”, he grumbled, circling his finger as long as his drunk mind was searching for the right words before they blustered out of him,”His little red ridin’ hood”
“What the hell’s that?”, Negan scoffed, turning around to his second hand man, the frown from before spreading over his features again in response to the sudden interruption.
“Seven minutes in heaven”, Simon blurted out, grinning satisfied about his glorious drunk idea.
“Come on Simon, we’re not in fuckin’ high school anymore”, Negan scoffed, running a palm over his salt and pepper beard as a growl left his lips.
“You can play the advanced version too…if y’know what I mean, boss”, Simon drunkenly grinned, stepping a little closer as he suggestively raised his thick brows and nodded towards the door on the other side of the room, “Big bad wolf devours the red rid-”
“Shut up”, Negan cut him growling off, shooting him a warning glare that Simon’s boozed brain didn’t seem to quiet get.
“Come on, Boss man”, he grumbled, his curled fist nudging Negan’s leather call arms as you began to realize that Simon wouldn’t let it be.
Another annoyed and helpless huff left Negan’s lips as he was looking at his second hand man who allowed himself way more than he’d ever do in a sober state.
You grew more restless before you let out a sigh and reached out to Negan’s arm, letting your fingers grasp his sleeve to get his attention.
“We can just go over, he’s drunk as fuck…I don’t think he’ll stop otherwise”, you mumbled as soon as his hazel eyes met yours in the dimmed light, raising his brows questionably. His glance wandered over you, not in the hungry, suggestive way you would usually expect, but rather testing, maybe even a little concerned: “That okay for you?”
You nodded, even though the suggestive glances of the people surrounding Simon would be enough to give anyone doubt, no matter the fact  that you knew Negan wouldn’t push you to anything if you agreed to go.
Still, there was this odd tingling in your stomach that seemed to grow with each passing second before you caught Simon grinning at you.
“Oh someone wanna gets fuc-”
“Shut up, Simon or I swear I’ll rip that stupid mustache off your damn face”, Negan growled, his eyes piercing through the shorter man in front of him before he clenched his jaw and glanced back at you, “Lets get away from that drunk asshole.”

“Some damn crap…”, Negan mumbled as he walked after you into the faintly lighted room, his hands carrying the whiskey and his bat before he placed the bottle on the table in the middle of the room and leaned Lucille against its edge.
“They probably expect me to fuck your brains out now”, a small snort left his lips before he looked at you, stopping abruptly as he got a little closer and and ran a palm over his jaw, noticing the way you looked at him.“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…no fuckin’ pressure here. We can just sit down and sip that delicious whiskey.”
You wanted to be close to him, of course you did, in one way or another, but not with this dumb game. There was a temptation lingering in its depths, the chance to at least feel his lips on yours, feel his hands running over your body but there was still something else holding you back, telling you that this wasn’t the way to go.
Noticing your first hesitation he plopped down on the chair, taking the further decision from you as he nodded at the chair diagonally from his, only the table’s edge parting you.
Sitting down you could see him reaching out to another clean glass on the table before he nudged it towards you and began to pour some whiskey into both of your glasses, sipping on its amber liquid as soon as he could get a grasp on it.
“Why did you come so late?”, he asked after a short moment of silence, licking the liquor from his lips before his hazel eyes met yours again, “That’s no fuckin’ accusation…just wondering.”

Didn’t want to take the chance to see your tarted up wives wiggling around you and risk throwing up if I had to see you leaving with them.

That’s what was rushing through your head, but it wasn’t leaving your mouth, in no way you were gonna just give that away and make yourself look like some desperate little fool in front of him.
So instead you cupped the fancy glass in your hands, played nervously around its sharp cut edges and decided to tell the best fitting alternative you could bring up that was still filled with truth, even though not so specific.
“Wasn’t sure if that was my place to be.”
“Didn’t give you that great ass dress for nothing”, he said back as soon as your voice had hushed, sipping on the whiskey with a small grin as he gestured swiftly at the red fabric engulfing your body.
“Hmm?”, he mumbled, taking another thick gulp of his whiskey as you gulped, unsure if you should tell the truth this time.
You glanced up at him, giving him a little helpless smile as you knew that by the moments that had passed by now you had to tell before you raised your voice, more bittersweetness mixing into it than you liked.
“You got six wives you give tons of dresses to. It’s nothing someone can be smug about…that’s nothing special.”
“Well, you are”, he startled you with his quick answer as he suddenly began to glance down at his glass and the bottle beside it, turning quieter and more hesitant while a wave of surprise and warmth rushed through your veins,”They’re not here for a reason. Didn’t want them here…with you.”
You could feel your mouth beginning to gap softly open in surprise as you stared at him, still not sure if that what had just left his lips was real or just a ridiculous mirage, meant to trick you and show you what you longed for only to turn out to vanish into thin air.
“Now who do you think did I throw this party for?”, Negan said, raising his brows as if he was astounded by your astonishment.
“But why-?”, just left your lips, your voice soft and still filled with surprise as you glanced at him and caught the way his eyes began to slowly burn into yours.
“Heard you talking ‘bout it to that guy on a run…just wanted to give you a lil’ treat”, he mumbled, glancing down as the big bad wolf suddenly seemed not as pumped up with confidence as usual, but rather unsure of what was to come next.
For a moment, you put your surprise and the warmth his words had elicited back, remembering the conversation with the younger Savior.
You could still hear him pointing out that the 31th was coming soon, how you had told each other what you had done on Halloween with friends or even family, swinging for a moment in nostalgia, even if it was just short and briefly.
All that but you had never thought Negan had noticed.
“Know how important those fucking memories can be…or at least that what we can carry with us into this shithole of a world”, he interrupted your train of thought as you caught him glancing for the split of a second down to his bat before a small bittersweet chuckle left his lips, “Wasn’t even the answer to your question, huh?”
You said nothing, not because of his question, but because you were still astounded by him, by what he had done for you.
That wasn’t just some dirty remark or compliment he was whispering in your ear  to charm you or show you his interest, that man had organized all this in the room next door just because he thought you would like it.
That wasn’t just something flirty, that was a big heartfelt gesture you had never expected to experience again.
And you dumbass had almost not come.
Hell, now you could understand his questions, the small remark about thinking you wouldn’t show up anymore, and you began to feel terrible about it.
“Fuck, you make me nervous like some fuckin’ teenage boy”, he suddenly chuckled, the things the whiskey was doing to him slightly showing in his glance and the way his laugh rumbled through his broad chest ,”Now that’s something you can be fucking smug about.”
“Fuck…I’m talking too much…fuckin’ whiskey”, he said the next moment, shaking his head as he ran his palm over his beard and stared down at the liquid in his glass.
“No…it’s fine”, you softly mumbled before you gulped slightly,“I didn’t tell you the whole answer to your question either.”
Negan’s brows perked up, curiosity and a little surprise twinkling in his eyes as you gave yourself another push.
“I didn’t want to see them with you”, you grumbled, leaving his glance to nervously switch to the large bottle of whiskey that was  ,”That’s why.”
“Really?”, you heard him say, the slight astonishment in his voice letting you glance back a him while his signature grin began to finally spread back over his lips.
“Don’t even think about teasing me ‘bout it”, you mumbled, loosing up as you chuckled quietly and nudging his knee slightly beneath the table while you caught his grin growing wider.
“Don’t worry”, he grumbled, chuckling throatily as his large hand reached out to yours and gave it a soft but teasing squeeze, before he took another gulp of his whiskey and nodded toward you,“You can tease me back too. Gave you the best fucking content for that crap.”
“Hmm”, you mumbled in approval, grinning and softly chuckling as a pleasant and excited cocktail of emotions rushed through your veins that just got intensified as Negan’s hand kept cupping yours, his thumb slowly brushing over the hand of your back.
“But thank you…for this all”, you mumbled  as you slowly glanced up into his eyes,”And sorry for coming so late, I just-”
“No need to thank me and don’t you be sorry, you couldn’t know.  Planning was a little fucking off…my ass just had to get fuckin’ used to doing that kinda stuff again…for someone”, he mumbled stopping for a moment before he glanced back at you,”And like I said, you’re here, that’s fucking all that matters.”
A smile mixed into the grin on your lips as the genuineness in his voice just let the warmth flowing through your body grow and made you feel how your cheeks began to glow.
To your surprise, instead of making another remark he just let out another chuckle, glanced for a moment at your intertwined hands before his eyes captured yours again, keeping them locked to his while it suddenly became completely quiet in the room, only the music and voices of the people next door sounding softly through to you.
You could feel the tension growing in the air, spanning in between you as his touch and his glance let the growing warmth seep into every of your cells, only letting your longing for him become larger.

Two minutes left…”, Simon suddenly yelled drunkenly through the door, eliciting a growl to fall from Negan’s lips as he atmosphere in the room got suddenly broken off by his second hand man.
“You’re not answering ‘cause you’re balls deep i-”
“Oh shut the fuck up, Simon”, Negan angrily growled, glaring at the door as he stood up, grabbing his bat just to swing it against the door’s wood, successfully silencing and chasing Simon away.
As you turned around, trying to get a better look at the door your eyes caught Negan’s hand reaching out to you, offering you a help to get back on your feet.
Sliding your hand into his, the warmth was back there, the longing was flaring up once more as he lifted you with ease on your feet, letting you land right in front of him, only a few inches parting you.
The sudden movement let the hood of your dress fall back, landing softly on your back as your eyes first met Negan’s again, catching his glance burning into you as he quietly chuckled.
“Shit, let me get that for ya”, he grumbled, reaching up and around your neck to grasp the hood and place it over the back of your head once more.
“Damn…”, he grumbled, leaving his hands at the side of your face, his eyes nearly analyzing it as the ran over your features.
“Alright, two more minutes till we’re out…”, he mumbled, his glance still as intense as before until they landed back to lock with yours, “Hell, we can just wait it out, unless you-”
He stopped, the hunger spreading further over his face as it elicited the heat to rise in your body, unlocking more of the yearning you were feeling for him and the urge to finally feel his lips on yours.
“We can try, right?”, you suddenly softly mumbled, surprised by yourself as your emotions were taking charge, overpowering any doubtful thoughts and talked for you, creating a flickering in Negan’s eyes that let the butterflies in your stomach go wild.
“Yeah, we can fuckin’ try”, he grumbled back, his hands finally cupping your face as he leaned down, his hot breath brushing over your skin until his lips finally captured yours.
The tingling warmth and smokiness the whiskey was leaving on his lips mixed pleasantly with his own taste as his lips caressed over yours, testing at first, as if a small part of him expected you to still pull away.
But instead you sunk into him, felt yourself melting into his touch while deep growls rumbled through his chest as you carefully placed your hands over his leather jacket, its smooth surface brushing against his fingertips.
Negan’s careful caresses turned quickly stronger, their growing intensity elicited a content hum to travel up your throat as his large and warm hands slowly left your cheeks and wandered down until his arms could wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his tall frame.
You ran your fingers up until they tangled into his dark hair, brushing past the thin headband that was holding his wolf ears up while you took in every little piece he gave you, every little caress, growl and touch.
His beard stubble softly tickled your skin as he sunk further into the kiss, taking you right along with him into a trance that made you after all slowly realize that this all was actually happening, this all was real.
Eventually, your lips slowly parted, urged away from each other by the growing need for oxygen even though you still remained close, his lips hovering over yours as his hot breath brushed over your skin.
“Hot damn…”, his deep voice lowly grumbled, letting your cheeks glow some more up before a certain drunk voice boomed through the door again.
“You done, boss man? Seven minutes are over…prob’ly by far already…can’t tell anymore”, Simon slurred with a quiet laugh eliciting a growl to fall from Negan’s lips, his face turning slightly as if he was preparing for another snapping remark until your voice made him halt.
“Just let him talk”, you mumbled, the smile he had put on your lips becoming everlasting as you caught how the grin that began to replace the frown and his eyes captured yours once more as his tongue ran slowly over his lower lip.
“Now how ‘bout we grab that nice ass whiskey, some of those corny ass halloween muffins and get our asses outta here…can think of a better place to continue”, he mumbled as he leaned in, pecking your lips as the longing in you let you hum in approval against his lips.
“That a fuckin’ yes?”, he chuckled as he backed just a little away, enough for you to look into his eyes and see the playful way his brows perked up, close enough to still feel his hot breath on your skin.
Feeling how he pulled you closer, the warmth and the realization that your wished were finally on their way to come true spread out in your body before you slowly began to nod.
“Yes.”

(The gif isn’t mine/ I found it on google so credits to the original owner)

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Negan Drabble ~ The Keys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keys.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What were you supposed to do now?

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

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

Negan on the one side.

Your old friends on the other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(The gif isn’t mine/ it was originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty)

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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prompt 39: “I wish we could stay like this forever”

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Only the flickering flame of the oil lamp and the faint light of the moon enlightened the night as you shifted slightly over the countless thick blankets.
Each of them were sprawled out all over the cement floor that belonged to one of the platforms that stuck to a more secluded building of the Sanctuary and formed a little hideout from the people, the walkers and anything else this crazy world forced onto you.

“Should’ve brought more of those damn chocolate cookies”, you heard Negan grumble, a small chuckle falling from his lips as his chest that served as your warm pillow vibrated softly beneath you.
You looked with a grin up at him, catching him stroking the last dark brown crumbles from his salt and pepper stubble before he reached over to his glass that was still filled with some scotch.
“And more whiskey, huh?”, you asked with a small chuckle as you saw him taking the last gulp of the amber drink down his throat before you could already see a bigger grin growing on his lips as the glass left his mouth and he could nod over to his side.
“Brought the whole damn bottle”, he chuckled throatily, placing the glass on the ground before raising the fancily carved glass bottle a little up till you could glance at it.
You quietly snickered before feeling the strong arm that ever since you came here rested around you tighten little as you began to let your fingertips draw patterns over his skin and heard how he let out a content hum.
“I wish we could stay like this forever”, you quietly mumbled as your eyes followed the slow movements of your fingers while you relaxed a little more against Negan’s warm body beneath you.
“Hell yes, that’d be great”, Negan muttered back, as you heard him pouring some more scotch into the glass before you felt his fingers tracing up until they could run through your hair.
“You’d just need to take a damn ride on my dick from time to time and shit would be aces”, you heard him chuckle just as you glanced up at him and quietly laughed.
“Right?”, he asked, his voice teasing and a little provocative as he grinned at you and gave your waist a small squeeze.
“Right”, you chuckled back, seeing him triumphantly grinning at you before you leaned your cheek against his chest and closed your eyes slowly, just enjoying for a moment to feel his warmth and the feeling of getting enclosed in his pleasant scent while Negan’s fingers still ran soothingly through your hair.

And right now, with chocolate cookies filling your stomachs, the warm and trickling feeling of whiskey bedewing your lips, countless of soft blankets carrying you and the feeling of your entangled bodies huddling against one another, it didn’t even matter that you couldn’t actually stay here forever.
Right now, all that mattered were these moments and they really were happier than one could imagine.


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Prompt 153: “Put me down!”

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“Negan, Put me down!”, you called half laughing, half serious as you felt Negan tightening the hold he had on you, keeping you securely thrown over his shoulder as he stumped into the cold water of the lake.

The splashes of the cool wet already began to hit your skin as you gripped into his skin and began to shake your hips and legs, trying to get out of his tight grab before he could get you both even deeper into the cold. 

“Nope, and this whole fucking wiggling won’t get you anything”, you heard Negan’s chuckling voice say, his throaty laugh booming through the air as he placed a quick slap on your ass.

“Come on, this isn’t fair”, you groaned with a small laugh just as you heard his rough chuckle again and even though you couldn’t see his face you knew that he had a giant smirk plastered all over it.

“Well, this is what makes it this fucking fun!”

With that he finally stopped, the water already reaching over his hips as you could feel its coldness beginning to dive through your skin and into your veins and then Negan’s arms suddenly left your body and let you sink into the water.

Within seconds the cool water surrounded you completely, leaving you for a short moment shocked before your feet found the ground and let you rush yourself back over the water again.

“You fucking asshole”, you laughed, stroking your hair back and rubbing your eyes to get your sight clear again as you felt Negan’s arms wrapping around you and pulling you against his warm and wet chest.

“Just did as you fuckin’ told me”, he said shrugging his shoulders and rising his brows innocently before you playfully shoved his firm chest.
Just as your fingers felt the short and wet dark curls that clung to his chest beneath them, you felt him pulling you closer until his warm skin was meeting yours in the cold water, their mix creating a familiar tingling in your body.

“Oh you’ll get that back”, you chuckled, seeing him grinning wider as his tongue ran slowly and teasingly over his lower lip and his intense and roguish glance darted right into your eyes.

He smirking leaned in until his lips could meet yours, their heat mixing blissfully with the coolness the chilly water had brought on yours before his voice vibrated wolfishly against your lips.

“Can’t fucking wait for that.”


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