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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Guardians”

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

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

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

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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Guardians”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Dead or Alive or”

thewalkingdead-imagines:

An imagine about the 11th episode of season 8

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

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(You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

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

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

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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Dead or Alive or”(1)

thewalkingdead-imagines:

The first part of an imagine about the 11th episode of season 8

The reader’s first talk with Negan after their fight and after she has found out about Carl’s death, turns out different than she thought…

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Cold sweat damped your clothes as your eyes snapped open, your body pressed deeply into the pillows as the nightmare that had enclosed you till now was leaving an ugly tension in your shaking body.
After a long break without them, the nightmares were back again and after the past night, it would’ve been a small wonder if they hadn’t returned.
This time Negan’s arms weren’t wrapped around you, comforting you and pulling you into his chest to cradle you softly.
No, this time the only thing surrounding you were the dark sheets and the several pillows of Negan’s bed.
Your ribcage was still harshly rising and falling as you looked down at yourself, finding your body still covered in the clothes of last night and with that, all the memories were back.
Carl was dead.
That boy you had known since the beginning of this all was dead and a part of you was still in refusal to believe it but the more memories of the past night popped up in your mind the harder it was to deny that he was never going to come back.
On top of that, your mind began to circle around Negan again, the man who had first roiling fled after kissing you, had treated you painfully repellant and had then acted all concerned and caring after seeing what the loss of Carl did to you. 
You scoffed by the thought of him while the confusion about the changes of his behavior were taking up a good part of you.
You let yourself sink deeper into the pillows, even though trying to fall asleep again was no option, the nightmare was still stuck in your bones and you could really relinquish on a direct repetition of its torture. 

For minutes you just laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling while trying to keep your thoughts out of your head before peeling yourself out of the sheets.
Your feet hit the wooden floor before you heft yourself up and immediately felt how the way you had treated your body over the last day punished you now.
You hadn’t eaten anything, had drunk maybe a few gulps of water and the remains of the hourlong crying were still stuck in your body, even though you felt in comparison to yesterday at least a bit well rested.
Dizziness was filling your body as you made your way over to the wardrobe to pull out some new clothes while you tried your best to ignore Negan’s stuff and his scent that was surrounding them.
As quickly as your still wobbly legs allowed you shuffled towards the bathroom, trying to get ready for a day that was hopefully better than the last.

Freshly showered you sat on the edge of the bed, the hot shower had, of course, made the dizziness not better but now that you had taken a small break, had sorted yourself back, your body seemed to be willing to work with you at least for now.
Your glance roamed over the room, trying to find something to eat to keep the dizziness banned but much to your annoyance, you found nothing.
With a sigh you got back up again, the feeling of hunger spreading further out in your body as you grabbed the handle of the heavy wooden door.
Slowly, you opened it, your glance wandering quickly into the hallway as you quietly prayed to not come across Negan as soon as you would leave the apartment.
This time, luck seemed to be on your side as you made your way outside, strolled along the familiar hallway until you got to your first destination.

With a small strained breath you stemmed the heavy metal door open, just before you stepped into the faintly enlightened stairwell.
Your footsteps sounded dull through the air as you made your way down the stairs, passing another floor as your thoughts began to whirl around Negan just as you felt yourself missing one of the stair threads.
Faster than you could think you found yourself falling, your body sliding down a few steps until you fell with a dull thud on the cold cement floor of the next platform.
“Fuck!”, you cursed as a stinging pain shoot through your hip and ankle, your voice echoing through the staircase as you grew annoyed of yourself.
Your hand slid quickly to your ankle, your fingers massaging it for a short moment before you heft yourself up.
A small huff left your lips as you looked down to your feet, before the tension first left your body a bit as the pain slid gradually out of your body.
“Holy hell, are you alright?”, you suddenly heard a familiar, deep and raspy voice say from the beginning of the stairs, a weird feeling spreading out in your whole body by the simple sound of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine”, you mumbled stroking over your clothes for a moment before an urge in you forced you to look up to him.
There he was, his tall frame standing right at the stairs’ railing, while you could still see in the faint light how his glance was glued on you, some pain, even insecurity flickering in his eyes.
He slowly nodded, a hard gulp traveling down his throat as you felt a tension and tremble filled breath leaving your lips while your mind tried to figure out how to handle whatever would happen now as your glance went to the floor.
“He wrote you a letter”, you suddenly heard Negan’s voice add, the stress in it clearly audible as your gaze shot up again as he rose his voice, “Carl,..he wrote letters.”
“I just…I thought you needed to know”, he said, his palm running uneasily over his beard stubble as his jaw clenched and a rush of coldness and heat washed through your body, several new question popping up in your mind as you took a heavy breath while the curiosity trumped your urge to leave.
“Do you know what stood in them?…in mine?”, you asked, the tension between the both of you was filling up the whole staircase while a shiver went up and down your spine.
“Rick just told me about his and mine…Carl, hell, he wants us to fucking stop, make peace”, you heard him say, the turmoil still clearly audible in his voice.
Something in you was still surprised, even after you had witnessed what Carl had said at the gates and with that, a question forced itself out of your lips.
“Would you?”
“I gave you a promise, right?”, he said, some warmth beginning to grow in your body as you remembered the promise to try to find a way out, even consider it if a solution came from the other side.
“But fuck, it doesn’t work that way, Rick wants to plug along and kill my ass, so this shit keeps stirring”, Negan grumbled, his jaw clenching  once again as his glance stayed glued on you.
“(Y/N), I-”, he began, just as he got cut off by the sound of the opening door behind him and two voices that immediately let the tiny warmth that had still stuck in your body vanish.
“Negan?”, the brunette asked, her hand finding Negan’s arm before it slid over his shoulder as you already saw the other, red-haired woman sneak to his other side, Negan’s glance leaving you for the first time.
“So what now?”, she asked breathy as your breath seemingly stopped for a moment, your pulse pounded in your ear as your mind began to process the scene that was playing at the beginning of the stairs and even more, what that meant.
Some more nausea washed over you as you realized that the floor you had passed before falling, the floor at which’s entrance Negan was standing right now was the one of his wives.
He had been with those two women who were now like glued to his side.
He had been there, had probably even spent the rest damn night there and that fucker still had the nerve to talk to you, to even tell you about Carl.

You found yourself rushing down the stairs, an urge in you propelling you to keep moving and just try to bring as much distance between yourself and Negan, even though you already felt the dizziness from before coming back.
You should have just walked away, you told yourself, just walked away before he could begin a conversation with you.
You were all fucked over again, Carl’s letter whirling as a painful addition through your mind as you first noticed the tears that were burning in your eyes.
You had no idea where to go, the only thing your mind could grasp was the kitchen while you felt the increasing tightening of your ribcage, pressing all the air out of your lungs.
Why?
That was the question which spooked through your mind, combined with a thousand of different additions that just created more and more pain in your body.

 Minutes later you found yourself rushing into the thankfully empty kitchen, the times your glance got blurry increased before you clawed your fingertips into the kitchen’s counter, trying to keep yourself steady on your legs and trying to get the thought of Negan with those women out of your head.
You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that were urging for their release.
You didn’t want shed a single tear for him, he didn’t deserve any of them and still, the first tear rolled over your cheek.
You flinched as you heard the kitchen-door opening further behind you, your hand flipping up to quickly wipe the tear off your skin.
“Here are you”, you heard the voice of the man say you wanted to see the least in these moments.

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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “The Lost and the Plunde…

thewalkingdead-imagines:

An imagine about the 10th episode of season 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Honor”

thewalkingdead-imagines:

An imagine about the midseason premiere of season 8

On their way back to the Sanctuary, Negan and the reader’s most intimate and loving moment turns into the complete opposite

the last part / all other previous parts
(You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

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“Alright everybody. Let’s get back home”, you heard Negan’s voice call through the night, the flames that had been eating up your old home were slowly becoming smaller as your glance was stuck on the man Negan had killed for you not longer than two hours ago.
Two of the Saviors picked their former member up and heft him roughly off the road as you could still feel the tingling and burning of the wounds and bruises he and his just as dead companion had left.
Negan’s glance darted for a short moment to the dead man as he walked over the blacktop, the bloody Lucille swung casually over his shoulder as his eyes narrowed darkly and gored through the blood overflowed corpse.
A tiny bit in you was still astonished by what he had done for you, killing one of his man in front of anybody else, making sure that no one ever touched and harmed you in the slightest way no matter what you did.
Not even when you had been the one to help Carl escape.

It had been enough time since the man’s death for you to get rid of most of the blood that had been sticking on your face and for Negan to calm down again, get all of the anger out of him as well as the last bit of frustration that had been left in him caused by the fact that you had put yourself in deathly danger in order to help Carl and not even the one that you had neglected his plan.
“And I’ll get you patched up”, you heard Negan’s voice rip you out of your thoughts as he gave you a small nod inside just before you slipped into the truck.

You sat down on one of the wooden benches on the side as Negan let himself fall next to you, a strained breath leaving his lips as he began to fumble on his pockets before getting out a tube of salve, a tiny bottle with disinfection liquid and some bandaids.
“All I found, but it should help”, he mumbled as he turned towards you and let his glance wander over your face and the wound on your temple.
“This shit’s gonna burn like fire, so get ready for it”, he muttered as he dripped some of the disinfection liquid on a clean piece of cloth and slowly reached up.
“Shh”, he quietly mumbled as the burning liquid let you flinch and exhale sharply, just as he carefully dabbed the cloth on your skin until it had its job done.
“You got a wound too”, you quietly muttered as you reached out for the disinfection and nodded to the small cut on his lip and the thin trail of dried blood that had made its way through his beard stubble, down to his chin.
“Bullshit, you just wanna give me some payback for that burning crap”, he grumbled grinning as you shrugged your shoulders with a small laugh.
“Maybe”, you mumbled, giving him a small grin as you took the cloth, got some fresh liquid on it and felt Negan reaching out for your legs, hooking them over his so you got even closer to him as he leaned in.
“Then go on, Sweetheart”, he mumbled smirking, as you brought up the cloth to the corner of his lip and began to get him cleaned up.
”Now I feel like we’re in some cheesy ass movie…or at the beginning of some fucking porn”, Negan mumbled as you let out a small chuckle and shook your head lightly while you could feel his eyes darting at you.
You gulped slightly as you tried to concentrate on his wound instead of his intense glance, just as you saw the corners of his lips curling up.
Any halfway normal thinking person would have bet that this day, with all its tribulations, had let the bond you had formed with Negan tear apart or had it at least get severely damaged but instead it did the opposite, it grew even stronger.

“You’re taking a little too much liking into putting that shit on my skin. I swear that crap could burn off Simon’s goddamn mustache”, Negan grumbled chuckling as you backed off, finding yourself ripped out of your thoughts.
“Now I would like to see that”, you mumbled with a small grin as Negan let out a throaty chuckle.
“Anyway, didn’t get this salve shit for nothing”, Negan said as he leaned back to grab the tube and shuffled toward you again,
“For what?”, you mumbled as you raised your brows questioning right as Negan began to swirl off the cap.
“Your neck, that fucker really gave all there. Can’t leave it that way”, Negan said as he squeezed some of the thick salve onto his fingers and looked up at you again.
”I’ll be fucking gentle, I promise”, he mumbled, a small but affectionate grin forming on his face as he let his tongue slide over his lower lip just as he reached up, his one hand cupping the back of your neck carefully to hold you steady, the other’s salve stained fingers slowly beginning to stroke over your bruises.
”Alright that way?”, he asked, the grin gone as his glance was concentrated on your neck while the warmth of the salve and his fingers spread out over your sensitive skin.
”Yes”, you quietly said, your mind arguing if you should close your eyes for a moment to enjoy his touches and to get some rest or if you should instead let your glance stay focused on him and his eyes that were stuck on you.
The exhaustion in your body decided for you, urging you to let your heavy eyelids fall shut for a moment as Negan’s fingers slowly circled over your bruises and even the uninjured skin.

”Mhmm you like that, don’t you, Sweetheart?”, he asked huskily before your eyes snapped open just as your sudden reaction let a deep chuckle fall from his lips.
”That wasn’t meant to let you open your pretty eyes”, he laughed quietly just before he cleared his throat and looked smirking into your eyes.
”Or did I just catch you a little off guard enjoying my damn fingers”, he asked, giving you a small wink as you let out a chuckling scoff, a small grin slipping onto your lips.
“No, you didn’t.”
“Really? ‘Cause there’s no need to be ashamed, they really can do some fucking magic”, Negan mumbled, letting out a throaty chuckle before it hushed as soon as his glance fell on your lower arm where the strong grip of your attacker had left some bruises as well.
“He got you there too?”, Negan asked tensed as he gulped, taking your arm into his hand as his thumb stroked softly over the reddened skin.
“It’s not too bad, it-”, you began, trying to soothe the growing tension that began to lay again over his body as he quickly cut you off.
“It is”, he sternly grumbled, letting out a strained breath as you sighed quietly.
“Anyway…it’s over now and you made sure that it won’t happen again”, you said as his jaw clenched tightly while his eyes still darted at your bruises.
“You really did”, you said before you let out a small sigh as he remained silent.
“After that, it’s a small wonder they didn’t kneel when I got out of the truck”, you half-joked, trying to cheer him a little up and loosen the tension as he let out a deep sigh and clenched his jaw tightly once again.
“After all this fucking time, I should’ve made it goddamn clear before-…it shouldn’t have ever gotten that far that they dare to fucking touch you”, he growled as he still stared sternly at the bruises on your arm.
“Negan, any other person would’ve gotten punished, if not killed for what I’ve done-”
“Well, you’re not any other fucking person”, he finally said as he looked up at you for the first time again.
“What I wanted to say is, with what you did for me, you’ve put a whole lot at risk to give me the safest position possible. I don’t even think you’ve realized how much…you shouldn’t blame yourself for what they did”, you said, gulping slightly as your glance met his that was still filled with utter concern.
For someone who usually placed so much importance on his reputation and punishment, the things he had done for you were more than a big deal.
And caused by the way the shock, tension and stress the whole day had left stuck on him, you could tell that he wasn’t completely aware of its impact yet.
“Alright?”, you quietly asked, your brows raised as Negan gulped harshly and sighed deeply.
“Alright.”

You spent the next hours next to Negan on the bench, one of his arms slung around you to let you lean against his side as thoughts about Alexandria, Carl and anyone else who had crashed through the wall earlier were slipping here and there into your mind while Negan began to debate with another higher Savior over his walkie about setting up camp for the rest of the night and to drive back as soon as dawn was setting in.
“Steve? Stop the truck”, you heard Negan call out to the Savior who had been driving for the last while just as the truck stopped and the engines of the other cars and trucks around you hushed.
“You gotta come with me”, you heard Negan say to the man as he got with a small sigh up and gestured outside.
“What now?”, you asked, raising your brows as Negan strolled towards the truck’s door.
“I’ll get us some shit to get comfy”, he said, a small grin on his lips as he turned his head to you for a short moment before slipping out of the truck.

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TWD – Negan Imagine ~ “How it’s gotta be”

thewalkingdead-imagines:

An imagine about the midseason finale of season 8

After they arrive at the gates, the reader’s position between Negan and her old friends gets challenged once again as she gets into serious danger for helping a familiar person escape Alexandria

the last part / all other previous parts
(Side note: You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! I hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

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The headlights of cars were faintly hitting the gates of your old home, the place where all your friends were, as you stood up from the bench in the truck.
You could still feel Negan’s hand wrappend around yours as you tried to let his promise replay in your head.
The promise that he’d consider ways where fewer people had to die or even ones where this whole thing could be stopped with, even if those ways came from the other side.
And now it were just minutes separating you from knowing if this promise would be useful or if it was a complete waste.
“You can stay in this fucker if you want”, you heard Negan say as your glance snapped away from the gates and darted at him.
“No, it’s alright. I gotta come with you out there”, you said as Negan gave you quiet nod.
A deep sigh escaped his lips as he looked one last time at you before he turned around and made his way out of the truck.

The crispy cold air hit your skin as you followed him outside while his men were already putting themselves in position, two others were rushing back into the truck to get the boxes and the microphone outside.
You pressed your nervously sweating palms against the fabric of your pants until everything around you stopped moving, expect for Negan.
Your glance kept darting at him as he walked casually towards the gates and knocked Lucille against its metallic bars, just like he had done it the very first time he arrived at Alexandria.
“Joe, get your watch ready”, you heard him say into the direction of one of the Savior as he walked back before he raised the microphone up to his lips.
“You may be wondering why the hell your lookouts didn’t sound the alarm.
See, we are polite. I mean, I don’t know when they’re gonna wake up from that kinda shot, but they should wake up. So let’s just cut through the cow shit”, Negan called out into the microphone while his voice sounded through the darkness.
“You lose. It’s over”, his voice boomed, while a shudder ran down your back.
“So you’re gonna line up in front of your little houses, and you’re gonna work up some apologies, and then the person with the lamest one is gonna get killed.
Then I kill Rick in front of everybody, and we move on”, he called out while the only reason the tension in your body wasn’t rising, was that you could already somehow prepare yourself for those words.
“You have three – Count ‘em, three minutes to open this gate, or we start bombing the shit out of you!”, you heard his voice boom again, the microphone lowering.
Now, Joe”, Negan said with a quick finger moment into the Savior’s direction.
Negan’s whistle sounded loudly through the microphone  air while his glance caught yours for a moment.
3 minutes.
Only 3 damn minutes.
Your jaw clenched as you stared with a stern glance in your eyes up to the lookout, waiting for someone to climb up and hopefully give Negan a reason, a way out or a new deal to not bomb this place to nothing but smoke and ashes.

You could swear you heard somewhere in the back of your head a horribly monotone clock ticking as you could see from the corners of your eyes how Negan’s glance kept darting at you.

“Two minutes, Boss”

You heard the man say as you gulped hard, but kept your stern face around Negan’s men even though you could already feel the tension tearing you apart.
“Two minutes, people! Dig deep. I want these apologies to be memorable. Bonus points for creativity. Work up a poem, sing a song. I love that shit. Get going!”, Negan’s voice boomed as his words made you cringe before you slowly saw Negan walking around, looking up to the lookout as well, before back to his men and then to you.
He kept walking until he stood next to you.
He didn’t say a thing, he only let his fingers brush against yours, that unobtrusive that it was almost unrecognizable for anyone else than the both of you.
Right now, you could feel the urge in you to just want back to the few and only hours in the last night in which you had found some sleep.
In which you had stopped tossing and shifting in Negan’s arms and had instead turned around and had allowed yourself to nuzzle your face into his warm chest, ignoring the slight aching that still came from the wound on your hip as soon as you put too much pressure on it.
How much you wanted back there now and just feel for a small bit lighthearted, just let his warmth give you some comfort while your hand rests on his chest, feel the fabric of his shirt and his chest hairs beneath it while the way his chest falls and rises and the sound of his steady heartbeat let you drift off into the sleep.
But of course, that wasn’t how it worked now.

“One minute”

“One minute!”, Negan called out as he left your side and walked back on the road.
“One minute! Well, here we are”, he continued with a deep sigh.
“I didn’t want it to come to this. Much rather would’ve been at home tonight, have some nice ass dinner with my girl”, he said, popping the last two words with his lips in an even stronger provocative tone.
Clenching your jaw slightly you watched him, of course he was doing that.
Of course, he was going to use this opportunity to rub under their noses that you were with him instead of them in these moments.

“But you folks wanted to order off the menu. And look at that! Now you have to eat shit. God knows I didn’t want to be the one serving it up”, Negan called out before the microphone sunk a little and his whistle sounded back through the darkness.
And while he was whistling, you were grasping at straws these final seconds, hoping dearly that you’d finally see someone coming up the damn stairs of the outlook and give Negan another way, another deal, another reason to stop him from doing what would happen if no one would do anything in these dying three minutes.

“Zero”

Boomed through your head as the men’s voice stopped Negan’s whistle.
And with that single word, it felt like a ton was pressing on your chest, pressing until no air was left in your lungs while the tension spread over your whole body.
It was over.
It was just a matter of seconds till Alexandria’s houses would flare up.
You could feel Negan’s glance brushing over you before you heard his voice booming muffled through your clouded head.
“Okeydokey. Brought this on yourself, Rick. See, was willing to work with you.
All you had to do was follow a few very simple rules”, he called out as he walked towards closer towards the trucks on the road.
“Now – Well, now I see that you got to go…Scorched earth, you dick!”, Negan called into the microphone as suddenly a familiar voice ripped your glance off of him.
“He’s not home”, you heard Carl’s voice say as your eyes immediately caught him standing on the lookout while his glance darted down to Negan.
Within seconds, the small flame of hope in you that had been about to smother flared up again.
Maybe this wasn’t the end after all.
Maybe there really was a way.
Maybe.

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TWD – Negan Imagine ~ “How it’s gotta be”(1)

thewalkingdead-imagines:

The first part of an imagine about the midseason finale of season 8

Before they escape out of the Sanctuary and arrive at Alexandria, Negan has to give the reader a promise after she finds out about his plans for her friends

the last part: “Time for after”
all other previous parts

(Side note: You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! I hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

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“Is Gabey boy doing better?”, Negan asked as you came back to the apartment after staying two hours with your old friend and trying to help Carson as much as you could.
“Yeah, a bit”, you mumbled as you let yourself fall onto the bed, your glance falling out of the window where the sky already tinted into a darker shade.
Gladly, Gabriel’s fever had sunken a bit by now, but he was still very far from being okay.
And while one of your friends still fought for his health, the other, or in his words former travel companion, was solving the walker problem the Sanctuary had.

You shifted on the bed, trying to give your muscles some release as you suddenly heard a thud and Negan’s loud booming voice.
“Fuck fucking fuckity motherfucking fuck! Fuck!”, he shouted with a loud groan.
“Negan, what’s-”, you began to ask as your body shot up and your glance caught him, holding his foot with gritted teeth.
“My damn fucking toe is fucked up because of this fucking ass shit of closet”, Negan growled as he limped with still gritted teeth over to the bed and let himself fall and let out a deep sigh.

“Fuck, this swelling motherfucker is trying to compete with my dick for size”, Negan groaned with a small laugh while you bit your lip but just couldn’t hold a small comment back
“And obviously winning”, you said as you looked with with a grin to his toe as you exactly knew what you had just said.
Negan stayed quiet for a second before he bursted out in laughter.
”Alright, touché that one goes to you”, he chuckled as he shifted up to you and looked with a smirk at you as he bit his lower lip.
”But also weird, ‘cause you should really know better since my fucking big morning boner presses against your ass every damn morning”, he said smirking before you gave his chest a small shove but before you could say something back, he shifted again in pain.
“Fuck…motherfucking shit fuck”, Negan groaned quietly for the last time and saw you giving him a small grin.
“What? You swear too”, he laughed as he propped one arm beneath his head.
“But still not nearly as much as you, Sir”, you teased with a chuckle as Negan cocked a brow and grinned with that wolfish glance of his in his eyes at you.
“Fuck, now I don’t know why but I really fucking like when you call me that, makes my dick twitch”, he said in a low tone as he winked with a wider smirk at you.
“Hell, Negan”, you laughed as you let your head fall with a small groan back.
“And there you go with the damn swearing”, he chuckled as he still looked widely smirking and grinning at you.
“Not much better than me. I can tell” he added as you let out a small snort.
“You do?”, you asked as you raised your brows and looked challenging at him.
“Yeah, you like that shit and you like my dirty damn jokes too”, he mumbled grinning as he turned on his side, propped himself on his elbow and let his tongue slide slowly over his lower lip.
“You groan, shake your pretty head and shit but damn, you fucking laugh about them too”, he said as he suggestively raised his brows for a moment before his eyes narrowed with an amused glance stuck in them.
“By the way, I even heard a new one. Wanna hear? I mean, I’m gonna tell you that one either way and you’re gonna laugh either damn way”, he said chuckling before you heard a knock on the door.
“Boss?”, Simon’s voice asked through the wood of the heavy door.
“Sorry”, Negan grumbled with a scoff before he gave your leg a small pat.
“Looks like I gotta tell you my dirty, dirty joke later”, he said with a small groan as he heaved himself up again.
He got up, walked over to the door and opened it and before you could catch a glimpse of Simon it closed again.

You sighed as you sat up and looked for a short moment to your hands before you could hear their voices.
“The guns are ready and just waiting for our escape now. We got most of the explosives for the houses ready as well, as soon as Eugene gets us out of here, we should be able to have everything done to burn that little burg to the ground”, you heard Simon say and with those words, your whole stomach seemed to turn.
Your eyes widened, as the words Simon had just said boomed over and over again through your head and you could already see Alexandria burning and all your friends with it.
Within seconds your mood changed completely as your heart began to pump harshly against your chest while your whole body switched from moment to moment from ice cold to boiling hot.
You had suppressed it somehow but deep down you had still known that Negan would do something if the Saviors would be able to get out, but hearing what he planned to do, was a whole different thing.
And this all, the feelings that welled up showed you again how much you were actually sitting between the chairs by now.
“Good. Got everything ready for the damn case they surrender too?”, you heard Negan’s voice ask while it didn’t soothe you much that there was a way out of this for them because no matter what, there would be some serious consequences that would follow.
“Almost.”
“Alright, then get that shit done.”
“Got another thing, Pete saw who crashed that damn garbage thing into the wall. Was our old, old friend Daryl…didn’t see others. Maybe some stupid one-man show or they just hid pretty damn good”, Simon said while everything you had felt till now felt even worse.
Did Daryl think that Negan would take care of that you’d get alive out of this?
Or did your own brother just didn’t care anymore?
Did he just didn’t care how you would end up, as long as Negan would die?
Regardless of what was the truth, that gave you the rest and hell, you were feeling sick.
All this was making you feel sick, the whole damn war.
And with what you had heard just moments ago, you began to realize that this war would just end up letting both sides pull bigger and crueler things with every single move until more and more people would die.
Your stomach seemed to turn once again and the pressure on your ribcage, then your whole torso raised with every single second and both of them created the awful need to gag.

You were strong, you had tried to keep control and remain level-headed as much as you could for so long but right now all the fears which had been lingering somewhere underneath and had just waited for their moment to come out were taking their chance now.
You didn’t want to see Alexandria burn but even more, you didn’t want to lose more people, you didn’t want to lose any of your friends back home and you didn’t want to lose Negan.
You didn’t care about his men, you still wouldn’t hesitate to kill any of them if they’d try to kill or hurt one of your friends, but on the other side you’d save Negan over and over again without any hesitation, doesn’t matter from whom.
So in the end, there was no winning way for you.
Not even close.
Either way, you’d lose.
And that got painfully real to you right now.

You tumbled towards the bathroom hoping that this insane feeling of nausea was just staying a feeling like it had always been other times and wouldn’t urge the bit of food you had eaten out of your body.
But this time, your hope was greatly disappointed.
The bathroom door had just shut with a loud thud behind you as you found yourself kneeling on the tiled floor, bend over the toilet bowl as a shudder ran through your whole body and urged it to drain itself.
They wouldn’t surrender, you knew Rick, you knew everyone else back there, they wouldn’t surrender.
So if that wouldn’t happen they’d die or, or they’d fight back.
But at this point, a fight like that could mean death and complete destruction for both parts.

Your head pounded as other gags followed until nothing but biliary was leaving your exhausted body before you suddenly heard a heavy knock on the door.
“Sweetheart?”, Negan’s concerned voice sounded through the door’s wood.
“Fuck, are you alright?”, he added while you could hear the tension in his voice rising.
“Yeah”, you mumbled but much to your annoyance your body had different plans and urged you back over the toilet bowl.
“You’re not”, you heard his concerned and tensed voice sound muffled through the door.
Instead of answering a shudder ran through your body right before you heard his voice sounding through the door again.
“(Y/N)?”, he asked, his breath audibly growing quicker and restless.
Your heavy breath made it impossible for you to answer as you sat down and leaned back, cleaned your lips up to get the ugly feeling off your skin while you tried to calm yourself down and get your mind back to focus.
“Baby, I’m coming in now”, you just heard him say before the sound of the opening door echoed through your head before Negan’s black boots got into your field of view.

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TWD – Negan Imagine ~ “Time for After”

thewalkingdead-imagines:

An imagine about the 7th episode of season 8

As the reader wants to take care of her sick friend Gabriel, Negan’s fear that she could infect herself leads to a big struggle and lets painful memories of his past revive again

the last part : “The Big Scary U (2)”
all other previous parts

(Side note: You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! I hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

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The sun was streaming through the big windows of Negan’s apartment as you sat on the couch, sunken deeply into its leather while somewhere beneath you the whole army of walkers, Rick, the rest of your friends and probably your brother Daryl too had lead here, were trying to break through the walls.
You sighed quietly as your body sunk even deeper into the leather as you asked yourself when Negan would come back so you could leave and talk to Gabriel.

And just as your mind had formed the question, the heavy wooden doors swung open and let Negan step in before you already got up from your seat.
“You can’t go to him”, Negan said as he lifted Lucille off of his shoulder and leaned her against the wall.
“Why?”, you asked, furrowing your brows as Negan looked with a sigh up to you.
Anybody else would have probably heard a sentence similar to “because I said so”, but it was more than crystal clear that you both had passed that kind of thing a long time ago.
Sure, Negan was the leader in this whole community but between the both of you, there was a balance that made him actually have to give you a proper reason for his sudden change of mind.
“’Cause our priest is having some infection shit because of those damn guts. Carson’s trying to get him back on track”, Negan said as he stroke over his stubble.
“You told me I could go to him”, you remarked with a sigh as you stood up from the couch while Negan walked closer and you already felt the concern about your friend growing in you.
“Yeah, I did. You could go to a fucking healthy priest but we weren’t talking about you sitting in the same damn room as a living germ factory who looks just as shitty as the dead fuckers outside”, he said as he stopped walking and looked at you.
“Alright, I get what you mean but I’ll be careful”, you said calmly as Negan looked at you with a testing glance before you raised your voice again.
“You said Carson thinks he got it from the guts, right? We both had them on too and we’re fine. He won’t infect me, as I said I’ll be careful.”
“Well, I’m not interested in seeing you in the fucking infirmary laying half dead in the bed next to him”, Negan said in a serious tone and with a deep sigh.
“I know…but do you think I am?”, you asked as Negan let out a big sigh, his hand stroking over his jaw for a moment while you could already see in his eyes that he knew he wasn’t going to stop you.
“Alright…but if he’s coughing enough to get a fucking army infected or anything else like that, I want you to get your ass out of there”, Negan said as he looked with another sigh at you.
“Alright.”

“Hey”, you said minutes later as you saw how the door of the infirmary opened and Carson’s glance darted at you.
“You’re here for Gabriel, right?”, he asked with a small smile as you nodded while the door opened.
“How’s he doing?”, you asked as you walked in, the concerned glance in the doctor’s eyes already foreshadowing what you saw within the next seconds.
“Worse with every minute. Guess it’s an infection, maybe more than just one. I’m not completely sure yet but if it’s what I’m apprehending, it’s gonna attack his organs”, you heard Harlan say while your eyes wandered over Gabriel, who laid faintly in the hospital bed, sweat glistening on his skin while his whole body shivered.
“Could you stay a bit with him? I just need to check if I find more meds…next option is some herbs at the marketplace but for now, I’ll keep going the modern way”, he asked with a sigh. 
“Yes, sure”, you said with a nod before Carson already rushed out of the room.

“(Y/N)?”, you heard Gabriel’ weak voice ask as you walked closer towards him.s
“Yeah, it’s me”, you responded, his head slowly rising from the pillow as a small but throaty cough let his body shake, his hand reaching out to the empty water glass on the nightstand.
“Wait”, you mumbled as you took the glass and quickly walked towards the counter to grab a water bottle.
Filling the glass up, you paced back to the side of his bed and carefully tilted it until he could sip on it.
With a small sigh, you got it back on the nightstand as you sat down on the chair next to his bed.
“Why are you here?”, you heard his weak voice ask while you gulped harshly down.
“To take care of you”, you mumbled, knowing that this wasn’t the direction Gabriel wanted to lead this.
“No, why?”, he asked as you leaned with a sigh against the chair’s backrest and looked at him.
“You heard what Rick said before he began that shooting stuff. I’m still one of you…he wasn’t wrong about this…that’s why I’m here”, you said, gulping down as Gabriel glanced for a short moment with half-closed eyes at you.
“Was he right about it?”, he asked, making you let out a big sigh as you shifted uncomfortably on the chair.
“Yeah…he was. I haven’t switched sides just like that, I’m still your friend”, you said as you watched his reaction carefully as he tilted his head in your direction again.
“Before I was with him in this trailer, before I met you again…I wasn’t sure if you could stand him…but you do, he’s grown on you…so are you sure that it’s not just bad conscience why you’re here?”, he asked as he hardly gulped and another shudder let his body shake.
“Yes…I am”, you muttered as you kept looking at him and even though you did have a bad conscience, the main reason why you were sitting next to his bed was that you were still, just like you had said, his friend.
“I’m no Savior, I’m not Negan, I’m not any of this in any way”, you added, trying to show him that you weren’t just telling him some lies.
“And I wasn’t involved in any of this. Negan’s not…he’s not pulling me into those things…I had no idea any of you had contact with those garbage people or anything else”, you said as your glance was still darted at him.
“But you both, you’re close”, he said as another sigh left your lips.
“Well…yeah…but that doesn’t mean I agree with everything he does or has done”, you mumbled as you gulped, opening up wasn’t your thing anyway and especially not in these circumstances and when it was about Negan to one of your old friends.
“But you have it, don’t you? A bad conscience? After what he’s done to Glenn, to Abraham….and to Daryl”, he muttered while his words made a shudder run down your spine.
You sighed deeply and glanced down at your hands and your slowly nervously sweaty turning palms as you pressed them on the fabric of your pants, not knowing how you should exactly respond to this.
“I…yeah…”, you mumbled insecure, while Gabriel’s head turned a bit more towards you.
“You’re not a bad person (Y/N). I know that…I don’t understand why you got so close to him but I guess, you can’t choose everything…but you could try to resist…make a stand to what you might be sliding in”, he muttered while another sigh left your lips.
“Believe me, that’s all I’ve tried to do till I thought he was dead instead of safe with you in that trailer…I for sure didn’t want that to be true as well but I’m not sliding into this anymore, I’m already way too deep into this all for that”, you mumbled, struggling with yourself about how much you could reveal to him about things you were fighting with as well and things you hadn’t completely figured out yet.
You saw Gabriel nodding slightly as you let out a small sigh before you heard Carson’s voice again.
“I’m back”, he said as he stepped back into the room and walked closer to you both, but what he had on meds in his hands didn’t seem to last more than maybe a few hours for Gabriel.
“Thank you”, the Doctor said to you with a small but exhausted smile as you stood with a nod up and saw how Carson already got back to check on how bad Gabriel had gotten in the time he had been gone.
“I’ll come back later”, you quietly said before you left the infirmary again.

Gabriel’s reaction to whatever what was developing between you and Negan was the mildest one you could expect any of your friends to have about it.
It was wrong what was happening there, for sure it was somehow.
But right and wrong were mixed and messed up pretty badly in this kind of world already and if you were honest, nothing of what was left wasn’t fucked up in any kind of way, doesn’t matter what it was or who it was.
Regardless of that, your conversation was still somehow stuck in your bones when you came back to Negan’s room and saw him standing pondering in the middle of it.
“Hey”, you said as you closed the heavy door behind yourself.
“Hey, Sweetheart”, Negan responded with a small smirk before he leaned Lucille against the side of the couch and walked closer to you.
”You’re done looking after sick Gabey?”, he asked as he raised his brows.
“Guess I’ll drop in on the way later again”, you said before a small cough traveled up from your throat and left your lips.
“I was right”, he grumbled as his jaw clenched within a second and his glance darted tensed at you.
“What?”, you asked as you looked confused at him.
“You shouldn’t have gone to him, he’s getting you that fucking infection shit too”, he said as his glance turned darker and his voice turned into a growl.
“Because of the cough? Negan, I’m not even ten minutes gone from there, symptoms don’t show up that fast. I’m just having a dry throat”, you tried to explain yourself before you looked with a sigh at him while his whole body seemed to tense up and the thick vein on his neck began to swell.
“I need to get the cut checked on and my band-aid changed tonight anyway, I can kill two birds with one stone that way”, you said, trying to get a way out of this and to your goal while you already saw that Negan was looking through what you were trying to do.
“Don’t play that kinda game with me. I could get Carson’s ass here within a fucking minute to do that shit”, he hissed while he began to walk uneasily up and down, his jaw clenching repeatedly before you let out a deep sigh and his glance snapped up to you again.
“Do you think I’m doing this for fucking fun? To patronize you or shit?”, he asked growling as his voice shook while he stood straight up again.
“I’m not, not in any damn way”, he growled while slowly the concern began to break more and more through in his glance.
“If he’s getting you worse, I don’t have just nearly enough meds here to get you back on track again”, he growled while his voice trembled even harder and the concern filled his eyes now completely up before he pinched the bridge of his nose.
You weren’t even mad at him, you knew enough about his past to know why he was reacting, maybe even overreacting, the way he was right now.
And especially because of that you knew how sensitive that kind of topic was for him and how careful and diplomatic you had to handle this situation now to not get you both deeper into this.
“I get it, Negan, I really do. I’ll be careful, It’s not like he’d cough right into my face. I’m just sitting there”, you said calmly, while Negan’s glance still darted at you.
“That’s what you told me before as well”, he grumbled, calm but he had this certain undertone in his voice.
“Yes, ‘cause it’s the truth”, you responded while you felt the desperation in your body growing and besides everything, your conversation, as well as Gabriel’s state, was still lingering in the back of your head.
Negan’s nose wrinkled for a moment, his fingers were back at pinching the bridge of his nose as another deep sigh left your lips while his brows puckered tightly before his hand ran over his face.
“I’m not gonna have you die on me”, he growled uneasily, the restlessness that was rushing through his body was showing more and more.
”Alright…I understand you but..”, you began but stopped, while the guilt you felt towards the people you called your friends made its way back into your body.
The guilt that would just grow if you wouldn’t take care of Gabriel now.
”Negan, I’ve lost people too, a good bunch of them….And those people back there have become some kind of new family for me and I’m already enough in their debt for whatever is-”, you stopped, swallowing harshly you looked at him while the tension that was laying all over his body changed. 
”Either way…it’s just gonna get worse, doesn’t matter who wins, what happens, I’m more in their debt with every damn minute and now one of them is sick here so I just need to do something…”, you said as you felt a small lump in your throat while Negan’s eyes softened slowly.
”Even if that just means to take care of him for a bit so Carson can get some sleep to be fit again, search for more meds or whatever”, you said while you could slowly see in Negan’s glance that he knew that he should especially be the one to understand your situation.
“If you want, I’ll tell Carson to not just check the wound, but the other stuff too…If he says it’s too risky, or that I shouldn’t be there. I can come back. he’s a doctor, he knows how to estimate the situation for me”, you said as you looked at him.
You were honest, of course you’d have to fight a whole lot with it and it would be everything else than easy for you, but if Carson wouldn’t give you his ‘yes’ you would do that for Negan, just because you knew about his biggest burden and the fear he had of a repetition of it in any way.
”I’ll come back if he says so, either way, I’m careful, I promise”, you mumbled as he slowly walked closer, the tension leaving his body slowly.
”Alright…, but I count on that. If he just sees the slightest concern about that shit, I want you to come back”, Negan said harshly gulping down as his hands reached out to your hips before a knock interrupted him.
”What?”, Negan asked with a sigh and an annoyed tone before the door opened.
”Sir? Eugene’s on his way to the conference room.”

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TWD – Negan Imagine ~ “The Big Scary U” (2)

thewalkingdead-imagines:

An imagine about the end of the fifth episode of season 8

The reader decides to tell Negan that she witnessed his confession to Gabriel about her, only to unleash something big in him that has been bottled up for way too long

The Big Scary U (1) 
all other previous parts

(Side note: You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! I hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

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The dusk was already setting in when you stood in Negan’s room and slid your blood and gut covered jacket off your arms that had helped you, at least at the beginning, to make it along with Negan and Gabriel through the herd Rick and the rest of your friends had lead to the Sanctuary.
“Damn…finally”, you heard Negan groan as he shoved the still gut covered leather jacket off his shoulders.
“Alright now let’s get cleaned up. You shower first, except, Well, except you wanna get rid of this nasty shit all along with me”, he chuckled as raised his brows suggestively just to tease you.
“Only shitty thing about that is, I’d probably get you dirty all over again”, he said grinning as he took your jacket out of your hands and laid both on the ground.
“Well, then I better get cleaned up alone, huh?”, you asked with a small laugh as he looked back up and shook his head with a small chuckle.
“Alright, I really gotta get under the shower now”, you laughed as you turned over to walk to the bathroom before you heard his voice again.
“(Y/N)?”, he asked with a small sigh as you turned back to him.
“Shit aside, you’re really okay? Carson’s gonna come here either way, I just wanna know. No other crap than the cut?”, he asked as he pointed to the part of your shirt that was different from your jacket soaked in your own blood.
“Yeah, you?”, you asked as you slowly nodded to the scratch alike bruise that was boasting on his cheekbone.
“Was that a walker?”, you asked with a gulp as you looked at him while you hoped that it wasn’t.
“No, I-”, he began before he stopped and stroke over his stubble and looked pondering at you.
“What?”
“I accidentally hit my damn self with Lucille”, he muttered as your tensed muscles relaxed within a second and a laugh traveled up your throat.
“Seriously?”, you asked chuckling as you saw him sighing with a grin he couldn’t get from his lips while he stroke quickly over his stubble.
“Yeah, now get under the damn shower before I get some other ideas”, he muttered still grinning as he bit his lip.
“Sure, but be careful when you clean her up, not that you get yourself hit again”, you mumbled with a grin before you turned around and began to walk over to the bathroom.
“Fucking tease”, you heard his voice say with a hearty chuckle before the door shut behind you.

As fast as you could, you shoved your clothes off your body and slid into the shower, letting out a pleased sigh as you felt the hot water hitting your skin.
You didn’t even care about the stinging of your wound, your tired muscles and bones felt relief after the torture they had gone through from laying on the cold hard ground beneath the trailer for way too long.
The water pelted down on you and washed the blood from your skin and off your hair while you knew that something had changed.
And with that, you didn’t think of the herd of walkers that was stumbling around the Sanctuary in these moments, even though their presence had lead to it.
You thought about what you had felt before you had found out that Negan was alive, how afraid you had been that he hadn’t made it and how this fear had just made you realize that you had been suppressing your emotions and had been lying to yourself all along,
You were developing something for him, slowly, but you were.
But that wasn’t by far the only thing that wandered through your head.
His confession, but not the one about his first wife, not the confession you knew about except for the cheating part and that he hadn’t been able to put her down.
The confession about you was lingering in the back of your head, his words that were still ringing in your mind.
“If (Y/N)…if she-…I haven’t screwed one of them for some time now…I just began to feel like crap when I did…I couldn’t anymore at some point. Felt like I was betraying her just like I did to my first wife…And I can’t do the same goddamn mistakes again…And now, now I don’t even know if she’s still alive or…I don’t know if I could put her down”, you heard his voice repeat over and over again.
You knew that you hadn’t been supposed to hear it, that he may have never said those things if he hadn’t looked death directly in the eye.
He should know about that, you knew that, but you had no idea how and when to tell him without making anything even more complicated.

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