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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Return”

For the first time after the war’s end the Reader has to return to the Sanctuary without Negan

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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The sun was shining softly through the infirmary’s windows as its sunrise danged over your skin, beginning to wake you gradually up.
With each moment you were diving more out of the depths of the sleep and began to become awake, all while feeling how Negan’s chest slowly rose and fell beneath your hand, your face nuzzled against the curve of his shoulder while your legs were entangled with his as his still weak arm was wrapped around you as best as it could.
A small smile began to grow on your lips as you opened your eyes, realizing that the past night had been the very first night after you had been back at Alexandria that hadn’t let a nightmare haunt you.
For the first time you felt some lightheartedness wash through your body after your eyes fluttered open, finally feeling anything else than the ugly feeling a nightmare left on you.
You sighed quietly but contently as you heard how Negan softly hummed in his sleep before a small satisfied growl rumbled through his chest and let it vibrate against your fingers while your still sleepy mind decided to stay just like that for some more moments.

Slowly, you moved just a few minutes later up, leaning slightly down to place soft kisses on Negan’s skin, beginning just above the white bandage before starting to carefully make your way up.
His warm skin felt blissfully against your lips, the beard stubble tickling you slightly while you reached his jaw, then the sensible spot behind his ear as you felt him shifting slightly beneath you.
A low, content growl rumbled through his chest and up his throat as you could feel him beginning to wake up.
“Morning”, you quietly and softly mumbled into his ear, a small smile planting on your lips as you enjoyed the peaceful moment.
“Mornin’, Baby”, Negan’s raspy morning voice mumbled, the small smirk on his lips audible through his voice as you felt his still weak arm trying to pull you a little closer.
“Think I’m still fucking dreaming”, he mumbled as you ran the hand that had rested on his chest a bit down until you reached the edge of his shirt.
“Why don’t you push those damn pants a little down and sweeten our damn morning some more…just to wake us fucking thoroughly up”, he mumbled grinning as you backed a little away, his sleepy eyes darting wolfishly down.
“Tempting but I gotta pass”, you mumbled drowsily chuckling back, “Not gonna get your blood pressure up and risk breaking those stitches up again.”
You nodded at his throat, a theatrically pout forming on Negan’s face as he huffed slightly before he bit his lower lip and smirked slightly at you.
“They’re already long in there, gotta have healed that crap enough for some fun…and you got your hand already at the right spot”, he grumbled, shifting slightly as you could feel his lower stomach moving beneath your hand, your fingers feeling his warm skin as they laid right between the shirt and the grey sweatpants that were riding low on his hips.

Seeing and feeling Negan longing for your touch while showing you more than clear how much he wanted you let your confidence grow.
So slowly, you began to softly tug and toy with the short and dark curls that peeked out of the sweatpants, low growls leaving Negan’s mouth as he tried to lean more into your touch.
“Fuck…goddamn tease”, he quietly growled with another huff just as you with a small grin on your lips stopped in response to his remark.
“No don’t fucking stop…move your hand right in there”, Negan mumbled groaning with a small, throaty chuckle, figuring your little plan directly out while his eyes darted at you.
“We’ll see later when I get to change those bandages again, maybe you got luck”, you mumbled with a small grin as you leaned down to peck his lips, humming contently into the kiss.
“Fucking hope so”, he mumbled chuckling against your lips, the grin palpable before you leaned slightly back.
“Gonna get us some breakfast, sounds good?”, you asked softly smiling, already sitting yourself some more up.
“Fucking good”, Negan mumbled before a small cough left his lips and let him flinch up in pain as it rumbled through his throat.
“Apropos they’ve healed it enough”, you mumbled sarcastically as you nodded to his bandaged throat and stood up from the bed.
“Hmm”, Negan grumbled, even though the small grin was still lingering on his lips as you leaned one last time down to let your lips meet his.

Minutes later there was no sign of anybody in the kitchen, nor in the whole house to be clear, and somehow it gave you some relief.
You still hadn’t really talked to anybody about everything that had happened, not only because you were spending as good as all your time with Negan, also because any time you dared to take a step out of this house, pairs of eyes burned into you, already letting you know that they wouldn’t want to hear anything you’d like to say and explain.
The only person you had talked to was Siddiq, but only because he was Negan’s Doctor.
Michonne was till now the very only person of your old friends who had taken a tiny step towards you by telling you even hours before Negan had woken up that you should talk but by now a bunch of more days had passed and you slowly got the feeling that she might have changed her mind.
And all of it hurt, every single bit of it.
Their glances, sometimes even glares, their silence and cold behavior towards you that had hit you with all their force even though you had only spent few minutes outside.

You could feel your glance wandering over and over again to the door as you began to make some oatmeal, your body tensing up whenever your eyes wandered to the window and caught someone walking closer towards the infirmary.
Your jaw clenched slightly as you cursed yourself in your head while you tried to keep yourself busy with mixing some berries you had found in the freezer into the oatmeal, just to gradually let their juice turn it into a lilac mess.

Finally on your way back to Negan’s room you could feel yourself loosing up again as the tension washed gradually out of your body.
After all you had started this day with a great morning mood, feeling better than on any other day since you were back at Alexandria and you weren’t gonna let anything else ruin this for you now.

“There’s my girl again”, you heard Negan’s voice still drowsy voice say as you walked back into the room, his eyes darting at you as a grin played around the corners of his mouth.
“Here I am”, you said with a chuckle, directly feeling the effect his glance and even his grin had on you as they let the rest of the tension vanish and made you feel the previous lightheartedness again.
“Even got us a little new variety”, you said with a small grin as you placed the two bowls on the nightstand.
“Hell yes”, Negan chuckled before he his glance glimpsed towards the lilac oatmeal and an even louder, throaty chuckle rumbled through his chest, “Fuck, now that looks like some kinda unicorn puke.”
“Hope it doesn’t taste that way”, you chuckled back, almost letting yourself fall onto the chair next to the bed before your eyes caught Negan as he began his try to sat his body up,
“Fuck”, he growled with a strained breath, the muscles of his arms tensed while the thick vein on the side of his neck swelled, showing the immense effort of his that still wasn’t enough as he got himself nothing more than an inch up into the pillows.
“Wait, I’ll help you”, you said as you leaned up and wrapped your arms around his torso to push him carefully up while you gladly knew after the while of already helping him how you had to handle this big man properly.
“Still can’t even sit my fucking self up”, he growled under his breath as you leaned a bit back and adjusted the pillows behind him, trying to make it a little more comfortable for him before you looked with a small sigh at him.
You knew how much he hated it to be this weak, to not even be able to do the simplest tasks himself and to have to ask for anything and everything.
And you hated it too, obviously for other reasons but the very last thing you needed was him stressing himself even more, after all this would have the complete contrary effect to his whole healing process.
“You’ve lost a ton of blood, that’s normal even after this while”, you calmly said, giving him a soft smile as you saw his jaw clenching tightly ,”And that’s coming from Siddiq, he should know.”
You could see Negan forcing up a smile for you, before you nodded over to the bowls.
“We’re gonna eat the unicorn puke now or not?”, you asked with a grin before some relief washed over you as you saw a genuine smirk pulling the corners of his lips up.
“Sure thing”, he chuckled, the sound of it that bright and honest because eating was finally one of the things he could mostly do alone again without needing anyone’s help.

So as you were beginning to eat the oatmeal your eyes caught Negan’s injured hand softly and still weakly grasping the bowl, his left hand beginning to let the spoon dig into his breakfast.
And even though he was shaking and several curses left his lips whenever he was leading the lilac oatmeal towards his mouth, you let him do it his way.
He needed that for himself, maybe even to not feel as helpless and bodily weak as he actually was.

“You’re smiling more, that fucking great waking up shit you pulled, something’s different about your fucking mood”, Negan chuckled after a while, scratching the last bit of oatmeal out of his bowl before he perked his brows grinning up ,“Did you have some fucking wet dream ‘bout me?”
A soft chuckle left your lips as you placed your empty bowl on the nightstand, shifting slightly as you let your feet rest on the edge of the bed and shook your head.
“Nah not quite…first night without a nightmare after…you know what”, you mumbled, seeing him shakily placing the empty bowl next to yours before his glance darted back at you.
“Hope they stay the fuck back then”, he said as he let his hand slowly slide over the mattress towards you until his fingers could caress over the sensitive skin of your ankles .
“Well then I’m even fucking more curious ‘bout what kinda great mornin’ it’s gonna be when you wake up from a dirty dream”, he mumbled with a wide grin, his teeth sinking slightly into his lower lis as his wolfish glance captured yours.
“You’ll see”, you teased with a chuckle, still feeling his fingertips circling over your skin as Negan’s eyes followed their movements.

The wooden floorboards squeaked softly beneath your feet as you made your way back to the kitchen, carrying the two empty bowls in your hand before you rounded the last corner and stemmed the kitchendoor open.
A small, almost inaudible gasp left your lips as your glance caught Michonne standing with her back towards you at the kitchen counter, her hands searching through a drawer while she didn’t seem as if she had noticed you entering the room.
You gulped, the thought of turning on your heels and leaving the room again shooting for a tiny millisecond though your head before you cursed yourself for only thinking that way and pulled yourself together.
You were no fucking coward.

Gradually, you made your way towards the kitchen counter, just before she turned around and caught your glance.
“Morning”, you mumbled with a soft smile as you began to lay the bowls into the sink, still seeing her from the corner of your eyes.
“Morning”, you heard her say, her voice calm and kind but still as reserved as the last time you had talked to her.

An uncomfortable silence began to set in, the kind of forced up silence that no one liked to be stuck in with anyone.
Feeling how our jaw clenched uneasily you began to clean the bowls up, the sound of the flowing water filling the silence only for a bit until it got completely quiet again and your mind tried to figure out how to start a conversation or how to at least escape this awkwardness.

“How have you slept?”, you suddenly heard Michonne ask, the words and the sound of her voice revealing that she was also just trying to find a beginning.
“Good…you?”, you finally said, turning your head towards her with a small smile before you grabbed a towel and began to dry the first bowl up.
For another few moments, silent fell between you again after she had just given you a small nod before she raised her voice again.
“You haven’t been much outside till now”, she said, leaning herself against the kitchen counter while you let out a small sigh and finally looked up at her again.
“Well uhm…Siddiq can still use my help and-”, you said, stopping before you forced yourself to continue, “I don’t think anyone wants me there.”
Your glance stayed on Michonne, trying to figure out what she was thinking about your answer but as she didn’t respond, you gave yourself a big push to dig a little deeper-
“Does the offer with the talk still stand?”, you asked, your hand running for the felt hundredth time over the already dry bowl that was by now rather a crutch you could hold onto and keep your hands busy with.
“Well, we’re talking now, so I guess yes”, she finally answered, a bit nervousness washing into your body as you knew that you couldn’t screw this chance up now.
If Michonne listened to you, maybe even believed you, you felt like you might have a chance that some of the others would do so as well.

“I talked to Gabriel”, you suddenly heard her say before those words let thousands of thoughts pop up in your head.
Gabriel never understood how you could get into this with Negan and while you couldn’t even blame him for feeling that way, you also knew that he had believed the things you told him.
You could still remember the doubts he’s had at the beginning, the doubts if you were actually helping him because you were his friend or simply only because you had a guilty conscience.
But after a while, especially after he had come back from his escape trip, you had seen that he believed you, hell, he even knew about Negan’s promise to you to try to stop the war.
And just like he knew that, he as well knew that Negan had just spared him after his second try to escape out of the car because you were there with him.
And he must knew that you had been an influence in Negan’s decision to give Rick even on the battlefield the chance to stop.
So if anyone could show them that you hadn’t hookwinked them, it was Gabriel.

You were no hero in this story, by far not, but you weren’t a villain as well.

You were tensed when Michonne stopped for a moment, still not knowing what Gabriel had said to her before the sound of her rising voice let a small shiver run through you.
“So I believe you when you say you wanted to stop it”, you suddenly heard her say, your eyes widening slightly as you thought for a moment that you hadn’t heard right.
A small smile formed on your lips, a wave of relief washing through you just before you saw her nodding towards the door in the direction of Negan’s room ,”I just don’t understand-”
She stopped, her jaw clenching slightly as you let out a tight breath, feeling how you dug your fingertips into the fabric of the towel you were still holding while you knew that this right now, was your chance.
Even if it was just a tiny one.

“It just developed…”, you began, those three words already letting you know that this wasn’t gonna be easy to explain.
Taking a deeper breath you looked at her and shifted uneasily against the kitchen counter, trying to find a way to go on.
“I denied it for a long time I just-…at some point I couldn’t do that anymore..lie to myself”, you continued, trying to read something out of her face or her eyes but they stayed only attentive to listen to you, no emotions displaying in them as if she wanted you to go on until she’d allow herself to judge.
“I know he’s done cruel and fucked up shit, I know, I’ve seen it and I won’t justify them, not in anyway”, you said, gulping slightly as you looked for a small moment to the bowl in your hands before glancing up again.
“But he’s not just that, he’s not evil and he’s no psychopath…he doesn’t just seek out for blood like Simon did and…hell, he’s not like the Governor”, by the last name, you could see her flinch slightly, her glance showing that it obviously brought some memories back up but that’s what you needed.
You needed them to fully understand that he wasn’t like any of them.
“He didn’t do it the right way but when he said he wanted to save people, he didn’t lie”, you said, and just as you could already see her clenching her jaw you continued.
“He’s gone through some shit, just like we did”, you said, a tight breath leaving your lips as you looked at her,”And that whole shit let him think this was the only and right way to keep people alive even though it wasn’t”
“Does he know that you think that way?”, she asked before you could add anything else, her eyes wandering over your face as if she wanted to see if what you were about to answer was the truth.
“Yes”, you said, keeping your voice firm to make sure that she understood just before you could see her nodding and if you weren’t taking anything wrong, she seemed to believe you.

You bit your lips slightly, knowing that you couldn’t end this conversation that way, you still needed them to show her or at least tell her that Negan was able to redeem himself.

“Either way…I just-…this whole thing is not the end of the line, people can change their sights on things again, so can he”, you said and just as you tried to grasp some hope you saw her looking straight into your eyes, her voice firm and determined as she raised it again.
“That’s why he gets to see us changing this place…he’s gonna see what he did wrong. For the rest of his life, from his cell”, her words let cold shivers run down your spine, the image of Negan behind bars you had tried to suppress began to force its way up into your mind.
Another tight breath left your lips, just before you heard her voice again.
“And that’s a done deal”, she added, as if she wanted to make sure you understood.
“I know”, you said as you glanced up at her, the words almost getting caught in your tightening throat before they left your lips.
There still was a tiny hope in you that someday, at least the part “for the rest of his life” would change.
You knew they would keep him for a long time in this cell, but maybe, maybe there was a chance that once he had shown to them that he was redeemable, they would change this life long sentence into a shorter one.
You didn’t even know if you were just grasping hopeless straws just to keep yourself going, in a woozy dreams a few nights ago you had even seen yourself letting him go and even though you knew you couldn’t do that, you knew just as well that this crazed dream showed how heavy his sentence weighed on your shoulders as well.

“They’re taking off to the Sanctuary in about an hour…so if you wanna get anything personal over here, taking the trip wouldn’t be too bad”, you heard Michonne ripping you out of your thoughts.
The thought of going back to the Sanctuary without Negan was sending an uneasy shiver through you, but Michonne had a point.
“Yeah, I’ll give it some thought…Negan needs some new sweatpants and shirts anyway”, you said, giving her a small nod as you already began pondering.
“Michonne, we need you on the crop field, Rick wanted to discuss something”, you suddenly heard a male voice say as the door sprung open, revealing a man you had seen the very last time on the battlefield.
“Okay”, you heard Michonne say, before she looked with a small smile back at you, “Guess I’ll see you some time later then.”

“Anything happened? You’re usually faster back”, you heard Negan ask as you carefully began to unwrap the bandage around his neck, feeling his glance darting at you as he perked his brows a little up.
“Talked to Michonne”, you said as you began to slip the rest of the white fabric off of him, revealing the stitched wound that still looked dangerously fresh even though it already had been a good while.
“And?”, Negan asked, as you walked over to the counter, threw the used bandage into the trash and crammed up the salve Siddiq always used along with a new bandage out of one of the counter’s drawers.
“It was okay…for the circumstances”, you said as you walked back to him and placed the bandage on the nightstand before giving him a soft smile,”At least she believes that I wanted to find a way out.”
“Alright”, Negan said with a small smile as you began to clean the wound and eventually swirled the cap off the white tube before your thoughts wandered back to the trip to the Sanctuary, which you weren’t even sure about anymore just by looking at Negan’s wound.
“Something else wrong? You’re tensed”, Negan asked, his brows perking up again as you let out a tight breath and looked at him, knowing that you couldn’t keep that information from him.
“They’re taking off to the Sanctuary again”, you said as you leaned down to softy and carefully smear the salve onto his injured skin while you felt him tensing up and you very well knew that this tension wasn’t just caused by the wound.
Losing the Sanctuary and his position as leader was still weighing hard on his shoulders and even though you were trying your best to soothe this pain, you knew that this was about to last for a long time, especially because he knew what else was waiting for him as soon as this injury would have healed.
A cell instead of the pretty apartment.
A simple and most likely awfully uncomfortable bed instead of the large one at the Sanctuary that was adorned with countless pillows and soft, dark sheets.
People looking down at him instead of him being the one who was in charge of them.
His beloved bat completely out of his reach instead of resting on his shoulder.
Walking up and down the same few meters in the cell instead of strutting through the hallways of the Sanctuary.
And there was so much more.

“And?”, you eventually heard him ask, as you leaned back and looked at him.
An odd mix of uncomfortableness and tension but also curiosity was displaying in his eyes as they wandered over your face, searching for an answer.
“I’ve thought for a moment that I could get some of our stuff”, you said, clenching your jaw slightly before you let out a tight breath,“The sweatpants and shirts for you run out so I guessed it’d be easier to get some of your own things…and I still got some of mine there too…Carl’s letter, clothes”
“And what speaks against it?”, he eventually asked, surprising you a little bit before his brows perked up as you didn’t reluctantly shifted over the floor and grabbed the fresh bandage.
“Hmm? I can see all those fucking thoughts buzzing through your sweet, pretty head. So what is it?”, he asked again, now not letting go of your glance once he had caught it.
You gulped, feeling how Negan raised his weak arm and laid his hand on your hip to let you sit down right next to him on the edge of the bed.
“Going alone back there after everything that happened… “, you eventually said, his glance still darting at you as you looked for a short moment to his hand that was now resting on your thigh before you looked up at him again,”And well, leaving you here with them all.”
“I think I’ll get through it”, he said, his lips curling into the familiar grin ,”And over there, those fuckers won’t do anything to you, just do your thing.”
The grin stayed on his lips and mixed with an uplifting smile as you could feel his thumb stroking slowly over your thigh.
“So get that stuff you want.”
“Negan-”
“I’ll be fine, I can’t even move from the fuckin’ spot”, he said with a soft chuckle, before his eyes captured yours as he saw that you there were still some doubts buzzing around in your head ,“Baby, I ain’t gonna lie, I understand you, I wouldn’t fucking move from your damn side too but you need some time outside this shit room.”
“Don’t need you to feel caged up…and well, maybe you can sneak us something nice in here”, he said as he softly chuckled and winked jokingly at you while you felt how you persuaded yourself more and more of the idea.
Maybe it really was the right thing to do, after all you would have to go there earlier or later to pick those things up and if Negan was feeling fine, you might as well be able to do it now.
“Alright?”, he asked before you gave him a small nod.
“Alright”
“So when are they taking off?”, he asked as you could still feel his soft movements over the fabric of your pants.
“Shouldn’t be too long anymore”, you said as your glance wandered over to the small digital clock on the countertop.
“Well then get your sweet ass over there before it’s too fucking late”, you heard Negan chuckle before your glance captured his again.
“Okay, but I’ll finish your neck first”, you said, nodding to his wound that still boasted unbandaged on his throat.
“Alright.”

“Gonna tell the Doc that you already did that one damn bandage”, Negan said, shortly after you had finished his bandage just a few minutes later.
Nodding, you grabbed the salve from earlier and moved over to the counter just before you heard Negan’s voice.
“Hey, didn’t say you could just fucking leave me without a damn kiss”, he complained with a chuckle  as you turned snorting back around and saw him looking widely grinning at you.
“Or a quick fuck”, he added, before you let out a chuckle and moved over to him.
Leaning down you let your lips meet his before you felt how Negan hungrily claimed them while a content growl rumbled up his throat and vibrated against your lips.
“Didn’t plan to leave you without that”, you mumbled with a small grin against his lips as you saw the smirk on his lips widening.
“The kiss or the quickie?…Or fuckin’ both?”, he teasingly asked, biting his lip as you shoved his chest playfully and grinned against his lips.
“The kiss.”

Every step closer to the front door felt like heavy metal boulders were tied to your feet and you knew that those boulders would just become heavier as soon as you would leave the house and make your way towards the trucks.
Your mind was already trying to figure out how to act around them until you grabbed the front door’s handle and threw all those thoughts over board before you’d rack your brain completely.

People were buzzing over Alexandria’s streets, some familiar some complete strangers that must have moved here from the Kingdom to help rebuilding this place.
You hadn’t seen Alexandria this vivid in a long time nor had you ever seen this many people here at once.
For the first time since you were back you saw everything at day not at night like you had seen it when you had walked right next to the men that were carrying an unconscious and blood overflowed Negan.
There were indeed a few houses that were completely destroyed by the flames from that one night while others were just partly damaged and were adorned with the coal black ashes on their walls.

Your hand tightened around the belts of the big, black sports bag you had found back in the house that would soon be home to the clothes and other personal things you would take from the Sanctuary right back to Alexandria.
And just as you could feel your fingers beginning to nervously play with the loose threads on the belts you found yourself walking closer and closer to the truck.
Aaron, Tara and Rosita were the only people of the ones that were rushing around the trucks that looked familiar to you, while the others must have been helpers from other communities as well.
Heavily gulping you made your way towards them, already tensing up some more until you were that close that you could see them noticing you.

A tensed “Hi” from your side and a quick and cold nod of each of them but Aaron who actually greeted you back, later you found yourself in one of the trucks, staring at the wooden floor while tried to keep your mind occupied by fumbling on the bags belts.
There were only three unfamiliar people next to the three and you in the truck, a man at the driving wheel and a blonde woman and a brunette man who sat next to your old friends and almost symbolically build a wall between you and them, along with the boxes of glass that must have been for the destroyed windows of the Sanctuary.

Moving on from the bag’s belts your fingers began to play with the tiny diamonds of Negan’s bracelet for you, your fingertips rolling them to and fro between them while you tried to form a list of things in your mind you could take from the Sanctuary.
A small grin forced itself up on your lips as you thought about the last moments before you had left Negan’s patient room, still hearing him telling you with a big grin on his lips to not forget his red scarf.
And exactly that grin told you along with the wolfish glance in his eyes that wrapping the red fabric around his neck wouldn’t be his intended use for it.
You bit down your lip, trying to keep a little of the amusement of the grin in your body as you caught yourself realizing that he hadn’t even asked for more or specific things you could bring back and your suspected reason for it seemed to be the same why you also had a hard time going back.

As soon as this was done, as soon as you would have the bag packed and leave the apartment, it was over.
It would have something final and ultimate, just like it would have it for Negan as soon as you would give him those things from the place he still called home whenever he spoke about it.
As unrealistic and impossible as it was, here and there you could still catch the hope in his eyes that he could go back, even though either of you knew that this wasn’t going to happen.
You clenched your jaw slightly as your thoughts just buzzed around the apartment, the uneasiness growing even more as you knew that this place had been a home to you as well.
More of a home than Alexandria felt like now.
It wasn’t the burned houses or the unfamiliar people, it was the feeling of not being welcome, of maybe not even being right there.
The only person that made it feel like home right now was Negan in his patient room and you knew that the apartment would feel odd and uncomfortable as well without him.
This all created a feeling in your whole body you couldn’t even properly describe, all you knew was that you wanted to get rid of it .

“We’re in about a half hour there”, you heard the man at the driving wheel say after something that felt even more than the couple of hours that it normally took to come across the distance between the two communities.
“What’s that bag for?”, you suddenly heard Tara ask as her voice let your glance snap up, before it caught her face that nodded towards the bag that still stood between your legs on the floor.
“Gotta get some stuff back to Alexandria”, you said with a small tight breath before you clenched your jaw slightly ,”…and some new clothes for Negan.”
You knew that his name out of your mouth would provoke something in them, but still you had to say what you were about to do.
You couldn’t risk to have them ending up looking into the bag and thinking you were bringing stuff for Negan you weren’t allowed to bring back or even have them taking it away.
It took milliseconds for Tara’s glance to turn even colder, her brows puckering as the muscles in her cheeks and her lips twitched angrily.
“Tara”, you heard Aaron say, his voice calm as he reached out to her.
“Aren’t you ever ashamed?”, she hissed, her voice as sharp as a razor blade as  her glare gored through you and caused the by now almost familiar shiver of uneasiness and tension.
You gulped, her glance still darting at you before a scoff left her lips as you first didn’t answer to her snarky question.
“Would you believe me if I’d answer?”, you asked, trying to keep your voice as firm as you could while you forced yourself to look at her.
Clenching her jaw Tara stared at you, her eyes still as cold as ice and just like you were already expecting, she didn’t answer, she just looked away from you.

The last half hour in the truck was unsurprisingly filled with an icy atmosphere. Your eyes were focused on the see-through part of the tarp that let you witness how the surrounding area was becoming more and more familiar with each moment you kept driving.
Your hands were back a fumbling on the bag’s belts, expressing the tension that began to build up until it got ultimately topped as your eyes saw the Sanctuary’s fences and its tall building becoming closer and you eventually felt the truck stopping and the engine hushing.
“Hey. You got the glass?”, you heard the voice of D.J. say, the Savior that had also been at the gates the last time you had entered these walls before the last battle took place.
“Yeah, got two other trucks coming a few minutes later, just so you know”, the man at the wheel said before the gates opened and the truck drove onto the Sanctuary’s compound.
Your stomach wrenched and your ribcage seemed to press all air out of your lungs when your eyes caught more and more of the Sanctuary and everything that was emotionally tied to it.

The voices of your old friends and the new people mixed as they began to talk about where to start first, where to get the glass and where it might be most needed.
Then, the truck stopped again just as your glance caught one of the Sanctuary’s main entrances and by sitting right at the trucks end and the gap that in the tarp that was used as exist, you knew that you had to be the first one to walk out.
Feeling how a tight breath left your lips you grabbed the bag’s belts and stood up, your legs not only wobbly through sitting for so long but also by the thought of jumping out of the truck.

And then you did.
Hearing the earthy ground scrunching beneath your feet, you grabbed the bag tighter and made yourself walk a few steps to let the others get out as well.
People were all over the place, working on the damaged windows or on new made vegetable fields along the walls.
Some eyes wandered over at you, a little confusion or even surprise in them as if they were wondering what you were about to do here.
Somewhere in between the new crops you could see Laura getting up on her feet before she made her way over to the trucks, her glance brushing over you before she walked towards Aaron and Tara.
Looking around, you knew that they hadn’t found someone to lead this place yet and you were sure that it would stay for a while this way if not maybe Negan’s former high ranking saviors would take the lead together over.

A little helpless you stood there next to the wall, unsure what to exactly do next.
Just going to get yours and Negan’s stuff without even asking if you could help them would provoke them even more even though you doubted as well that they wanted you there with them.
So you awkwardly waited until Laura had stopped talking to them and finally saw Aaron walking towards you, already carrying a box with new glass in his arms.
If anyone of them was going to give you a proper answer, then him.
”Do you-”, you began just to get stopped as you waited until he looked at you ,”Do you need my help here?”
”Think it’s better if you get your stuff first. We’ll get along”, he tensely said, his voice sounding kinder then the words did before he gave you a quick nod and kept walking.
Gulping you looked for a short moment after him before you knew that this was the time for you to get inside and get it all done.

Minutes later you found yourself walking through familiar hallways.
Even though you had rarely walked through them alone, you caught yourself finding your way easily through the labyrinth of the first floors until you could get to the stair case that directly led up to the floor of your and Negan’s old apartment.

Taking a deep breath you slipped into the staircase that was just as faintly enlightened as always, even though the way up felt harder than ever before as soon as you made the first step up.
Tightening your grip on the bag you climbed up the stairs, passing floor by floor while you tried to keep the memories that wanted to slip into your head from succeeding.
The room alone would already give you a hard time and for your mind’s and heart’s sake you didn’t need to start this whole nostalgia thing even earlier.

And then, the last heavy metal door laid right in front of you, behind it the more than familiar hallway you had walked through uncountable times with Negan.
Clenching your jaw you scolded yourself, trying to pull yourself together before you eventually grabbed the door’s handle and stemmed it open.

Step by step you got closer to your old room, your heart beginning to pound harder before you finally stood right in front of it.
The heavy wooden door was still as impressive as when you had first seen it and even though your mind had imagined over and over again how it would be to be in the apartment again, it had only a few very small times switched to the moment you had to open this door and step in.
And it was even harder than you had thought.

”Fuck”, you cursed, half about yourself and half about what was about to wait for you before you grabbed the door’s handle and quickly pushed it open, as if you wanted to use the method of pulling a patch quickly off to reduce the pain on the door.

And this might have worked for the door but as soon as you looked into the familiar and homey apartment, you knew that you were already damned to stay in here for a little longer.

Everything was like you had left it.
Every little thing.
The only thing that had changed was a bit dust that had already found its way onto the furniture but the rest was exactly the same.

You knew you should get this over with fast, you exactly knew that this was most certainly the more painless way to deal with it all but you already knew you couldn’t.
You couldn’t just check it off like it was nothing.
If anything was displaying the journey of the last months, whether it was the general journey of it all or the journey of hating Negan with all your guts to turning to feel the very way you felt now for him, then it was this damn room.
This room was packed with memories, obviously also some painful ones but the positive were outweighing them by far, especially the ones you had made over the last time.

Shifting uncomfortably over the dark wooden floorboards, you realized more and more through what kind of torture you were about to put yourself.
Trying to keep your mind occupied you forced yourself to think of the imaginary list you had made in the truck and the very first bulletpoint on it were clothes.

Slowly, you began to open the closet’s doors until you got the full insight into it and could gradually begin to grab the clothes you needed.
Unsurprisingly most of them were Negan’s famous white shirts, a few lonesome grey ones hiding in between them, while you felt a small grin forming on your lips as you shook your head about the unbelievable amount he’s had of them.
You had worn them too here and there, and just like everything else, the way you had worn them had changed over all this time too.
At first with annoyance when he had made you move over to the apartment after an attack and didn’t have anything else than lingerie or one of his white shirt over here to let you sleep in, to wearing it after nightmares had left your own sleeping clothes soaked in cold sweat and the shirt would take their place until Negan could get you new ones the next morning, to feeling comfort when you quickly pulled them over after a shower and felt his scent enclosing you.

Trying to keep the small grin and the bit of amusement it brought you in your body, you moved on to his boxers, grabbing those you’d liked to see best on him before your eyes caught some red fabric peeking out behind his underwear.
With a soft chuckle you eventually pulled the familiar red scarf out of the closet’s back, Negan’s wolfish remark echoing through your head before you folded it and laid it securely into the bag.

A bunch of shirts and your own clothes later you found yourself back on the leather couch to let your glance wander beneath the coffeetable in order to find out if it had something you needed as well.
But instead of something useable you found yourself sinking deeper into the soft and by the sun rays that streamed through the big windows slightly heated leather, that still was as comforting and comfortable as before.

“Hey Sweetheart”, you heard Negan say with a big grin on his lips as he shut the door behind himself, his brows perking with a chuckle up as soon as he caught the books and magazines spread out on the coffeetable.
All of them served as a timekiller for the already long while you had to stay in the apartment, just to not be seen by any of his people to make it look like you had gotten a punishment since Negan couldn’t bring himself to punish or hurt you just in any way, even if you had killed some of his man the day the war started.

”Now you’ve moved to the couch?”, Negan asked with a chuckle as he slid his leatherjacket off his arms and nodded over to you.
“Yeah”, you chuckled, before you held the magazine in your hand up.
“Wanna know how to make your very own sun hat?”, you joked with a small laugh as you caught Negan walking still widely grinning over to you, right before he picked one of the magazines on the coffeetable up and flicked through it.
“Spring fashion…what the fuck”, he chuckled with a small groan before his eyes widened and he turned the magazine in his hands to reveal an odd neon pink and orange gown ,”Holy hell who the fuck would wear that crap.”
Laughing you looked up at him, remembering having the exact same reaction when you had thumbed through the magazine and found this awful dress boasting on one of its glossy sites.
“Just fucking imagine seeing some dead fucker wearing that shit. I’d laugh my ass off instead of killing that asshole. That shit would make me punch my own fucking ticket”, Negan laughed as he let himself fall next to you, tossing the magazine back on the pile of mags that had a wild mix of all possible topics, from fashion to outdoor adventures that were actually a lot more entertaining than the awful gowns in most of the glossy fashion magazines.

“Ah wait, then you haven’t seen this one here yet”, you chuckled as you leaned forward and grabbed one of the magazines from your “read” pile before you flipped through it and found the page you were looking for.
“Je-sus”, Negan scoffed before he throatily chuckled as he looked at the metallic outfit that looked like someone was trying to animate aliens to beep them up into their ufo.
Chuckling, you tossed the magazine on the pile again and leaned yourself back, only to feel Negan’s arm as addition to the comfortable leather.
Seeing him from the corner of your eyes smirk slightly he curled the arm around you and even though you had a hard time admitting it, it felt good, even natural if you had to be completely honest.
So you allowed him to pull you a bit closer just before you heard his throaty chuckle again.
“That one would for fucking sure look good on you”, he chuckled, biting his lip and rising his brows suggestively as he showed you the shortest and most revealing dress he seemed to be able to find.
“Shit, Negan”, you chuckled groaning as you nudged your elbow playfully into his side before you heard him let out another throaty chuckle.
“What’s with that book?”, he asked as he nodded over to one of the three books on the table that had as exception a small bookmark laying in between the sheets at its beginning.
“It’s alright but it hasn’t really caught me yet, so I might try myself through some to keep me busy”, you said with a small and soft chuckle, just before you looked at him and saw the grin playing around the corners of his lips.
“I’d know one you’d fucking like and which would keep you busy for sure. Probably wouldn’t be able to put it down”, Negan said, as he pulled you a little closer, his eyes roaming over your face and letting something rise in you you were already trying to deny.
“Alright, so what is it about?”, you asked, trying to keep yourself from letting any other feeling create in you and also to trying to actually find out what that book was.
You could need some proper time killer and making fun of the horrible stuff in those fashion magazines wouldn’t last for too long anymore.
“Some great guy, charismatic as shit”, Negan chuckled, before he continued ,”Real good at baseball, got some beachball sized balls…in every kinda possible way and-”
With that he looked at you, the smirk widening as the corners of his lips slightly twitched and made you nudge him a little harder into his side.
“You’re screwing with me”, you chuckled just as you heard his booming laugh sounding through the room as he looked at you.
“Nah but I’d like to do that”, he added with a grin as you shook your head with a chuckle about him and felt him letting you sink a little more next to him.
“Got something else you think would keep you busy? Now in all fucking seriousness”, he asked, his free hand running over his salt and pepper stubble.
“Mhmm?”, he asked as you did’t directly answer ,”Saw you doodling some stuff on some papers…you could try drawing some kinda nude study of me.”
“So much about seriousness, huh?”, you teased as you looked into his grinning face.
“Oh that was serious”, he chuckled teasingly before he gave your waist a small squeeze.
“I’ll think something up for ya”, he eventually said before as looked back up into his eyes,”Trust me?”
Just to tease him you perked your brows up, just as a small revenge for his remarks from earlier.
”Come on”, he chuckled just before you laughed quietly and gave him a nod.
“Yeah, I do.”

It ended up being even more magazines and books, an empty notebook to doodle stuff in or write the things down that needed to get out of your head and even some intern stuff of the Sanctuary that needed to be done after you had told him that when you couldn’t do anything outside the room you might as well make yourself useful on some other way.
The idea of the books was in the end what got you now back on your feet, even though both your mind and your body longed to lay longer on the soft, black leather.
Slowly, you made your way towards the tall shelves, crouching down to get to the books that were still beaded in a line on the dark wood.
There was one book Negan had found and excitedly told you about, one he told you he’d always wanted to give a try even before the world had gone to shit but had never got himself to actually do it.
You could remember some pinpoints of the story from the short summary on the book’s back.
A successful athlete who was father of a sick child for which he suddenly couldn’t provide the treatment for after his career abruptly ended and who began to head for the gutter and had to eventually slip into criminal circles to get the money to save his kid.
You could remember beginning it and actually liking it, but the events of the war had made you stop reading it and had never let you continue as well.
So now you knew that you were about to face some harder times together as soon as he would have switch the infirmary to the cell and maybe he could fill some time with reading something he always wanted to try anyway.
Either way, maybe it could cheer him at least a bit up.

Your fingers slid along the book’s backs, trying to find the black book with the sliver fonts on its side before your eyes caught the silky looking cover.
Quickly you pulled it out and laid it into the bag before your eyes caught the cover of the DVD you had watched with Negan in that one night in which he had just decided to tune out along with you.
During the time of your acted punishment it would have brought too much attention to carry a TV inside the apartment but in that part of the night everything had just fallen perfectly in line.
A small smile pressed into the corners of your lips as you remembered the night after you had made up with him and had bonded stronger than ever before and in which you had felt as lighthearted and happy as you could.
Diving deeper into your memories you suddenly remembered the bars of chocolate you had began to eat in that night of which one had stayed surprisingly untouched and probably still laid in Negan’s nightstand.

Forcing yourself up on your feet, you grabbed the bag and walked back to the bed, sat yourself onto its soft mattress and reached out to Negan’s nightstand before slowly opening it just as your eyes caught the few things that laid in the drawer.
The chocolate bar, the oil and some cloth he always used to clean Lucille up, some white bandages to wrap around his wrist and the massage oil he had used for your aching back.
As planned you took the chocolate, but added the massage oil and the oil for Lucille as well to the things that found their home in the bag.
You weren’t even sure if you would be able to use these things once you are back in Alexandria, but your nostalgia and hope that you could make the best out of the situation urged you to let them slide into the bag and cover them a bit with Negan’s shirts, just in case.
Just as you closed the nightstand’s drawer again the list of things you definitely had to take with you popped up in your head again and with that something that didn’t lay in Negan’s drawer, but in yours.
Carl’s letter.

Slightly gulping you climbed over the bed, reaching out for the drawer before you opened it and saw the white paper sheet that had your name weakly and a little scrawly written on it.
You softly took it into your hand and pushed the drawer shut again before you found yourself sitting in the middle of the bed while your eyes got a glimpse of the letter’s the last sentence.
After all this, I hope you’ll get the life you wish for, I really hope you’ll be happy. You deserve it.
You heavily gulped, trying to keep the lump in your throat from developing before you scolded yourself and let out a deep sigh.
You were going to be happy and you were going to be happy with Negan, no matter if there was a goddamn cell involved or not.
You were gonna make the best of it, regardless of how hard it might turn out to be.
And some day, some day they would listen to you, maybe even your half brother Daryl to which last encounter on the battlefield you didn’t even want to think back.
Either way, you would try to make it all better, even if it was gonna take a lot work and time and even if you had to force yourself countless times to stay positive.
With that thought you found yourself sinking down onto the mattress, your skin feeling the soft fabric of the sheets while your fingertips brushed against the comfy pillows as the familiar scent enclosed you for a few moments.
And neither your mind nor your body fought against the urge to just be a tiny bit at peace for a moment and dived back to the morning after the movie night.

Warm breath ghosted over your face as you slowly began to slip out of the deep sleep’s grasp, slowly beginning to realize that the warmth that was surrounding you was his, just like the soft touches.
“Morning, Sweetheart”, you heard him say as you slowly opened your eyes and saw him looking with sleepy eyes at you, his lips curled into the mix of a grin and a smile as he leaned down to let them caress over yours.
Waking up this way, with him kissing you awake was still something new to you even though a lot about his closeness and touch felt deeply familiar.
“Morning”, you mumbled with a smile against his lips, feeling him pecking your lips again before you could feel him leaning down to press a kiss on your neck, just to teasingly scratch his beard stubble over your sensitive skin, his grin already revealing that he exactly knew what he was provoking.
“Shit Negan, that tickles”, you drowsily chuckled as you squirmed beneath him just as you heard his laugh.
“Like that?”, he teasingly asked as he scratched his bread stubble once again over the side of your neck, letting you break out in small giggles once again.
“Yeah”, you laughed, trying to wiggle yourself free just before you felt his arms tightening a little more around you.
“Oh you asshole”, you chuckled as he scratched his stubbly cheek once again over your skin, letting you squirm and laugh beneath him.
“Think I can live with being that kinda asshole”, he chuckled against your skin before he looked up at you with his messy bedhead and the sleepy but with playful amusement filled eyes, a bit of the relief that you finally had settled everything still displaying in them along with the lightheartedness of the morning that belonged just to you and not the war or anything else.
“Yeah I can feel that”, you said with a chuckle, already catching yourself how you began to lose yourself in his eyes once again.

You kept laying there for a few more moments, just like that before you knew that you had to go on, you couldn’t keep on dwelling in the past even if it was tempting.
With a deep sigh you forced yourself up into a sitting position again, just before you went down your list of things you needed.
You only headed over to the bathroom after that, checking if there was anything you had left before you found yourself standing in the room and looking around, your mind trying to find something that you could get so you could stay a little longer before you had to realize that you had checked the whole list off.

And then you found yourself standing with the bag in your hands at the heavy, wooden door, your glance wandering over it before you heavily gulped.

So that was it.

Hell, at the beginning you would have betted anything on never missing this whole place, you would have been glad to be anywhere else.
And now you stood there, with a thick lump in your throat, thousands of nostalgic memories rushing through your head while you most definitely knew that your opinion from back then had developed into the opposite.
And in some odd way, this room was the place where you had seen the real Negan with all his sides and especially the ones he wasn’t showing anybody else than you.
If you would even try to start to counting all the events up that had happened in here you would stand some more days right there on the spot.
But after all, not everything about this was bad, you were alive, Negan was alive and that was after everything not self-evidently.
This room wasn’t the same without him and that was the point, you had him and that mattered more than any room, any place, any person that talked shit about you or him.

And with that thought you could finally grab the door handle and stem the heavy door once more open before leaving the room behind yourself.

The sun was still shining brightly when you found yourself back on the courtyard, people still buzzing around as you shoved the bag into the Truck, right beneath the bench where you had sat earlier.

A little uneasily you looked around, trying to figure out what to do before you saw Aaron walking around the corner and right back into your direction.
“We need some people who carry the glass from Block A to C. Could you help?”, he asked as he arrived, small strained breaths leaving his lips and some sweat glistening on his skin as evidence for the work he had already done.
With a small smile you gave him a nod, glad that he at least wasn’t as cold as Tara before you made your way over to Block A.

The boxes with glass were spread all over the cemented ground, people picking them up one by one as you made your way closer.
Just as you leaned down to grab one box your eyes caught one of the persons you had completely suppressed.
Amber.
In unusual casual clothes, with a flannel and some jeans instead of the black dress she had worn till the end.
Turning your face to the box instead of to her you remembered your last cold and silent encounter after Negan had left them for you and right now, you really didn’t need to meet her in any kind of way again.
With a small strained breath you heft the boy up, catching from the corners of your eyes how she had caught you in the room as well before you headed over to the entrance.
The people that streamed in and out making it not easier for you as the box in your arms got heavier with each step.
Concentrating on the box with glass you maneuvered your path through the people and some more boxes before you heard a familiar cold voice again.
“What are you doing there?”, you heard Tara’s voice hiss, just as cold and snarky as before while you looked up at her and caught Amber from the corner of your eyes walking right in these moments past you, her glance brushing over Tara and you before you spoke up.
“Thought I could help. Aaron asked me”, you said as calm as you could, just to see Tara nodding slowly before she clenched her jaw and made her way back to Block A.

Huffing you made your way over to C, your mood falling just by the thought that Amber out of all people had seen Tara scolding at you and could with that most certainly put two and two together and see that you had problems with your old group.
Something that must be like a good fodder for her and something she might have just waited for after everything she had already done to make it harder for you.
Clenching your jaw slightly you moved into C, and found a place where to put the glass.
With a tight breath you stemmed it up on a small counter, just before you heard the crinkling of some glass beside you as it got put down as well.
“Looks like anybody gets what they deserve, huh?”, you heard her voice say, with the same disgusting relish you had expected it to be.
Looking up she caught your glance as you stayed cold and mostly calm, surpassing your urge to scoff and even spat something at her as you by all means didn’t want to give her the satisfaction she was yearning for with that remark that couldn’t only be be darted at you, but most certainly also at Negan’s life sentence as well.
Your eyes caught the bruises and small wounds she had from working again, something that wasn’t anything she had done for a very long time and which were now along with the normal and even partly dirt stained clothing replacing the black dress and the jewelry.
You found her shifting beneath your glance on the arguments against her that were laying right on her body before you looked up again, trying to keep yourself levelheaded.
“Yeah, probably”, you just said back, the tone of your voice slightly snide, your glance still cold as her brows began to pucker angrily before you turned around and made your way outside.

It didn’t took too long anymore until you found yourself back in the truck, the last step of leaving the Sanctuary as your home behind was done when you found it becoming smaller and smaller through the window in the truck’s side.
It still felt odd and even oppressive but you had something to look forward to.
In a few hours you could walk back into the infirmary and find Negan peacefully asleep, could sink down on his warm chest, hook your leg around him to keep yourself on the narrow bed while his rising and falling chest could dandle you into a peaceful sleep.
And that was pretty much all you wanted right now.

“So you rescheduled to go to the Hilltop first now and get the supplies from the Sanctuary there?”, Aaron asked as he shifted slightly on the bench and looked to the truck’s front.
By the sound of this sentence you flinched slightly up, your body tensing even more as you heard the “Yes” leaving the lips of the man at the steering wheel.
You could hear your pulse pounding in your ear just by the thought of the Hilltop and especially even more by the thought of that one person next to Maggie you would be forced to meet again.

Daryl.

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Negan Imagine ~ “Mother’s Day Surprise”

A little belated imagine for Mother’s Day, anyway hope you enjoy it!

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The sun was already shining softly through the windows as the lack of your husband’s arms around you began to wake you up, combined with the soft kicking of your unborn daughter that let you eventually completely escape the sleep’s grasp.
Quietly yawning you opened your eyes, your sleepy and still a little muddled glance searching for Negan before you heard his voice on the floor and began to slowly remember what kind of day was today.
“There we go”, you heard Negan quietly and still drowsily say before you heard your son’s yawn being followed by his dad’s familiar throaty chuckle ,”You look like a fucking rockstar with that damn bedhead.”
“Alright, now we really gotta get downstairs”, you heard his voice again, trying to keep quiet before you heard quick but small footsteps rushing down the stairs,“Hey Buddy, be fucking careful-”
“Now if I had your energy in the fucking mornings…”, Negan’s deep voice followed the steps with a chuckling huff before his heavy steps made their way down the stairs. 
“Daddy?”, you heard your son’s voice ask, now sounding quieter than before as they headed further away.
“Yeah, Bud?”, Negan voice asked, a small yawn interrupting him before you heard a door shut.

You could hear them rummaging in the kitchen as a smile formed on your face while you heard their laughs and voices mixing, before they got more silent again as Negan must have remembered that his plan still implied to not wake you up and keep you in the land of slumber.
Quietly yawning you sunk a little deeper into the pillows, trying to keep yourself comfortable as you pulled the sheets a little more over your body.
For a bit, your eyes closed again, letting you dwell somewhere between being awake and dozing softly away.
The air filled with the delicious scent of baking pancakes and brewing coffee before you heard the door opening again, just like Negan’s deep voice.

“Holy hell, now how did you get that batter off? That shit was fucking everywhere”, you heard him ask with a soft chuckle.
“Balu licked it up”, your son’s voice said just as his words let you directly picture how your dog took gladly care of the mess of batter and half baked pancakes your son must have created.
“Oh my…”, Negan chuckled, the throatiness and deepness of his laugh rumbling through his chest as you could hear him trying to stifle it to not let it form into the booming and loud laugh you knew too well as well.
“Okay, then we’ll get the rest off now, ya coming with me, Bud?”, you heard him ask just before the mix of his heavy and your son’s small footsteps mixed as the 
wooden floorboards squeaked quietly beneath them.

Feeling how a bigger smile grew on your lips you cuddled yourself a little more into the sheets, your eyes laying on the leant door before you felt the soft kicking of your baby daughter again.
Smiling you let your hand slide down to your stomach while you were more than glad that she was turning her kicks into a morning routine instead of a nightly workout.
Slowly you let your fingers begin to draw small circles over the soft fabric of your loose nightdress just as she kicked again.
If Negan was next to you in bed now, he’d be looking widely smiling at your baby bump, letting his large hand rest on your skin to feel the next kick just to excitedly grin and softly chuckle as soon as he could feel it.
He was still acting with the very same excitement about every kick he could feel  as he have had in your first pregnancy, with the only exception that he was now also motivating your son to be just as excited about the kicks of his little sister.

The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs dragged you out of your thoughts just before you heard them coming a little closer to the bedroom.
“Alright Buddy, we gotta be quiet. We want it to be a fuckin’ surprise for Mommy, right?”, you heard Negan quietly say, just as you had to keep a chuckle in to keep them in the illusion that you were still sleeping and hadn’t woken up before they had even started to turn their surprise plans into reality. 
“Perfect, got your presents ready, big guy?”, you heard your husband ask next while the tasty scent of the pancakes he must carry with him was beginning to fill the air more and more up.
“Will Mommy like it?”, you heard your son mumble just before you heard Negan’s voice sounding through to you once again.
“Of course she will, you made it. She’ll fucking love it”
They shifted a little more over the floorboards until you heard Negan’s chuckle rumbling through his chest.
“Ah wait, shit Buddy you still got some fucking pancake batter in your hair”, he mumbled, chuckling quietly once again as you heard their voices right before the door.
You closed your eyes, pretending to be still asleep while trying your very best to keep the small grin and smile off your lips as you quietly leaned a little deeper into the soft pillows.
“Alright, here you go”, you heard Negan say just before you could hear the door beginning to slowly open ,“ Now lets get inside, Bud.”

Softly you heard your son taping over the floor, followed by his dad’s heavy footsteps, before you could hear him climbing up the bed.
Slowly, he began to shift over to you as you still tried to do your very best to look as asleep as you could until you felt your sons small hand placing on your arm.
“Mommy, wake up”, you heard him quietly say as he stroke over your arm just before you opened your eyes and saw into his widely smiling face and the familiar hazel eyes.
“Hey, Boo”, you said softly, your eyes wandering to his arms that were carrying his presents for you, struggling to keep all of them in his small embrace as your glance trailed over them.
A self-drawn picture, a light pink rose of which Negan must’ve cut the thorns off earlier and a light blue package that was carrying your favorite body butter inside which the both of them must have secretly bought.
“Happy Mother’s Day”, he said smiling, finally releasing his presents right next to you.
“Aw thank you”, you said with a happy smile as you sat yourself a little up and  opened your arms for him as he chuckled softly, “Come here.”
Feeling him falling dashingly into your embrace as he hugged you, you wrapped your arms around his small body and finally saw Negan coming towards you, carrying a tablet with the pancakes and some hot steaming coffee.
He had a mix of a big smile and a smirk planted across his face, his tongue slid  slowly over his lower lip before he placed the tablet right next to you on the nightstand and leaned down to let his lips meet yours.
Gently, his lips caressed yours as his beard stubble tickled you, his hand slightly cupping the side of your face before he let go.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Sweetheart. You’re the fucking best”, he mumbled against your lips with another smile before backing slightly away as he sat himself next to you on the edge of the bed.
“This is awesome, thank you both”, you said brightly smiling, feeling how your son moved slowly out of your embrace before he could sit himself up.
Slowly, he leaned himself down until he could lay his head on your bump just like Negan had shown him and told him that his baby sister was for sure gonna feel when he was hugging your belly.
Smiling you let your glance wander back to Negan as he looked smirking at you, his dark hair still a little tousled from the night just before he leaned in to you again and gave you another soft peck.
“Got some other fucking present for tonight too”, you heard him mumble quietly but audibly grinning and with that wolfish tone of his into your ear before you left out a chuckle and shoved his chest playfully just to hear his throaty chuckle rumbling up his throat.
“She kicked, Mommy!”, your son suddenly enthusiastically called out just as you could feel your daughter moving again.
“Yeah, she’s excited too”, you chuckled, stroking softly over your son’s back as he looked abuzz at your belly just before you could hear Negan’s chuckle once again, followed by his deep voice.
“Alright so you’re gonna try our kickass pancakes now, Baby?”


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Spooning with Negan would include:

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• As he’s pulling you deeply into his embrace, him loving the way he can enclose you with his tall and broad figure and strong arms, especially when he eventually hears you letting a small, content hum out and feels how protected and safe he can make you feel

• Him just loving to use his ability to touch you all over as he’s letting his hand run over you and letting it slip beneath your shirt or nightdress to feel you up, truly enjoying to hear your hums and small gasps in response to his touch 

• Him enjoying to let you feel how hard he is for you, as he’s getting a firm grasp on your hips to push them closer against his or simply grinds against you, regardless of if he’s using it to wake you up and sweeten your morning or simply feels his growing yearning for you as he’s holding you

• As you’re taking the next step, him having no problem with simply pulling your pants down or nightdress up after getting rid of his own boxers to thrust himself deeply into you, all while holding you tightly and using his hands to touch you all over, to cup your breasts or to pamper your sweetest spots with his long fingers

• Next to all the dirty advantages this position gives him, him also just loving the little things it lets him do. Just as nuzzling his nose into your skin, softly scratching his stubbly cheek and chin over your skin to tease and tickle you bit and being able to let his large hand cup yours or feel your fingers lacing with his 

• Him loving to wake you up by placing some sloppy and drowsy morning kisses on your skin as he’s still not completely awake himself, all while kissing from your collarbones, over your neck up until the sensitive spot behind your ears as he’s holding you closer while you slowly begin to wake up

• When he’s coming back in the middle of the night, all exhausted and just glad to finally be able to lie down, him loving to slip into bed next to you and pull you carefully into his embrace until he can feel your back closely resting against his chest as he’s nuzzling his face into your neck before being finally able to relax

• As he’s sometimes accidentally waking you up in these nights with his movements, him just having to smile as soon as he hears the sound of your sleepy voice asking for him and your hand reaching a bit up to drowsily and sloppily run your fingers through his hair as he’s burying his face into the nook of your shoulder

• Him having his fun with teasing you and letting his fingers slide over your ticklish spots, only to hold you even tighter as you laughing squirm beneath his touch and try to wriggle yourself free, all until you’re breathless from laughing and mumble chuckling how you’re gonna get your revenge by purposely letting his arm go to sleep, untying your hair or simply letting him taste his own medicine as you exactly know where all his sensitive spots are

• After you’ve had sex, you’ve huddled up to him and your breaths have become slow again, him holding you tightly to feel your bare body against his, kissing your lips and your neck while letting his fingers trace up and down your sides and arm

• In the mornings, him often using his positing to keep you right with him as he refuses to let you leave bed all while hooking his legs around you and wrapping his arms even closer around your body while telling you what awesome things you could do if you’d just stay with him and let him change your shifts

• Knowing how much you love his deep voice, him loving to use his position to whisper into your ear or against your skin no matter if it’s the dirtiest things he wants to do to you, one of his colorful remarks that are meant to make you laugh, telling you to sleep tight or his ‘good mornings’, teasing you or even whispering sweet nothings as he’s cradling you gently against him


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Negan Imagine ~ Soft Slumber

Negan and their Newborn let the Reader wake up to the sweetest sight possible 

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Darkness was still filling the room when coos and small cries woke you up and took you out of the sleep’s grasp.
Still with your eyes closed you felt the lack of Negan’s arms around your body just as the cries hushed and you heard his deep voice sounding softly through the room.
“You gonna sleep on Daddy’s chest now? Yeah, Buddy?”, Negan’s drowsy and through the sleep even raspier voice said as the mattress began to bend slightly.
Within seconds you felt his warmth right next to you again, the sheets moved softly over your skin as Negan tucked himself and your son back in.

Slowly, your tired eyes fluttered open and caught him leaning into the pillows, the tiny body of your baby placed gently on his broad chest, the white fabric of the shirt smoothing against the little boy as Negan’s large hands held him softly and made him look even tinier.
Negan’s slowly rising and falling chest dandled your son gently, his eyes closed while Negan’s darted lovingly in the faint light at him, a soft but big smile planting across his face.

Softly, Negan scratched his stubbly cheek and chin over your son’s head, the boy’s short and dark hairs entangling for small moments with Negan’s salt and pepper beard while the tiny lips curled slightly up. 
“My little Boo”, Negan cooed quietly, his deep and raspy voice filled with the love and deep affection of a proud father.
His lips placed a soft kiss on your baby’s head while his voice had as always a soothing effect on him, the countless hours he had talked to him when he had still laid in your belly seeming to pay off.

Your lips curled into a sleepy but big smile, the sight of Negan with your son filling every inch of your body with a comforting warmth that overwhelmed any bit of exhaustion the last days had made you feel.

Your eyes wandered over your baby, over the tiny hands that curled around the puckered white fabric of his Dad’s shirt, the tiny nose, the tiny lips and the rosy cheeks.
All before your eyes trailed up to Negan’s face, his dark hair tousled from the sleep, the eyes still dozy before you saw his glance wandering over at you, his eyes widening slightly as he found you awake.
“Shit, didn’t wanna wake you up”, he quietly mumbled as his thumb stroke softly over your baby’s head, keeping him in the peaceful slumber he was beginning to fall into.
“This is making up for it”, you half joked with the big smile on your lips as you still drowsily nodded to him and your child before you slowly shifted closer towards Negan.
Negan’s arm lifted up for you as you huddled up against this side, carefully and cautiously to not wake your son up.
Softly you laid your head into the nook of Negan’s shoulder, your face nuzzling into his warm neck while your hand placed gently on your son’s back.

The small body rose with every small breath he took beneath your and Negan’s hands, their touches seeming to let him sleep even deeper while you could feel Negan turning his head slightly until he could place a small kiss on your skin.

There really were no words needed in these moments, even Negan stayed silent  as you both knew that this right there was everything you both had wished and waited so long for.

So no matter how out of reach this world made it seem at times, after all you three were the living proof that the kind of happiness that could make your heart burst for joy was still possible. 


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Negan Imagine ~ Tied Up

prompt 184: “Can I touch you?”
Requested

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“Fuck…”, Negan growled lowly, the sensation of your touch leaving him restless beneath your hands as a grin slipped onto your lips.
Your eyes caught his tied up hands above his head, the result of a mix between deep trust and curiosity, of which he may or may not be regretting the latter in these moments as you felt him growing hungrier.

Teasingly slow you ran your still with soft fabric covered heat over his throbbing dick, urging it closer against his stomach as more low groans left his wide open hanging lips.
Gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw tightly you could feel his hips stuttering beneath you, the torture of the slow teasing you had already put him through leaving its marks on him.
“Fuck…now you fucking know I love you but you’re being a goddamn asshole right now”, he groaned as your covered heat and wetness rubbed teasingly over his pulsing length once again, leaving him yearning for more.
“Oh I know, guess I’ve learned from the best”, you mumbled with another grin back, the darkness of lust growing in his eyes as he could obviously feel the way your arousal soaking your panties.
“Come on Baby, let me feel your wet pussy”, he groaned as you stopped your rhythmic movements for a moment, shook your head before you leaned down, your hand wrapping around his neck as your eyes met his.
“No”, you said lowly but sternly back, looking directly into his eyes before the grin slipped back on your lips, “Or well, maybe I’ll think about it if you beg a little.”
“Shit, is that real necess-”
“Yes”, you quickly cut him off, remembering the endless seeming times he had already made you beg for him before you perked your brows a little up, waiting for him to say something.
“Please, Baby”, he mumbled as you leaned back again, your hold on his neck loosening up before you grinned a little wider.
“What was that?”, you asked, a heavy gulp traveling down his throat that made his Adam’s apple bop up and down.
“Please…”, he exhaled after a few silent moments just before you let go of him and slowly slipped out of your panties, leaving his eyes stuck on your body before you climbed back on top of him.

Wrapping your hand around his pulsing cock you slowly dragged his dickhead along your wetness, a deep groan rumbling through Negan’s chest as a small gasp left your lips while your heat grew with every second.
Coating him with your own juices you could feel his being eyes stuck on you before they met your glance, his hips stuttering harder now as you could feel him attempting to thrust up into your sopping core.

Heat rushed through your palm as it slapped against Negan’s cheek, punishment and pleasure at the same time as you secretly knew that it could turn him even more on.
“Don’t”, you growled, loosening the hold you had on his cock a little as he nodded, too desperate for your touch to attempt another try.
The big bad wolf was turning into a shaking mess beneath you and just the thought of that you had full power over the pleasure of this strong man made the heat grow even more in you.

“Good”, you mumbled now more softly before you leaned down to place a kiss on the heated skin on his neck, sucking softly on the swelling vein on its side before you leaned slowly back.
Slowly you ran your wet core over his length again, its veins swelling and pulsing harder with each time you rubbed your heat over the throbbing flesh while deep groans rumbled through his chest.
Wrapping your hand back around his hard length you then teased your wetness over his dickhead once again, your other hand securely placed on his side as you slightly dug your fingertips into his skin.

“Fuck…”, you heard Negan groan again, the tip of his tongue slowly sliding over his lower lip until got caught between it and his teeth.
“You want me to ride you?”, you asked with a small, teasing grin just before another small groan left his lips.
“Fuck yes”, he grumbled breathless before he seemed to realize that this wasn’t gonna be enough.
“Please…fuck please ride my dick”, he grumbled, a heavy breath shaking through him before he rose his voice once more, “Please, Baby.”

Slowly, you sunk down on his dick, a deep groan leaving Negan’s mouth as your other hand placed as well on his hip while he filled you with every inch more up.
Moaning you reached the base of his cock, his short and dark curls rubbing softly and intoxicating against your sweet spot as you watched every of Negan’s reactions.
“Baby…”, he quietly growled, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to see you beginning to bounce up and down on his dick.
His eyes kept on darting at you, watching his throbbing length burying inside of your core, disappearing and reappearing over and over again as you could feel your legs quivering in pleasure.
His body shook a little more, obviously having a hard time to restrict himself from thrusting and pounding up into your wet heat before his eyes met yours again.
“You gonna let me touch you?”, he asked slightly panting, his tongue sliding once again over his lip as the rhythm of your hips made him moan some more.
Your brow perked slightly up, a small grin growing on your lips as you dug your fingertips a little more into his side.
“Come on, Baby….can I touch you?”, he asked, now more desperate than before as the muscles in his cheek twitched and your brow perked up again, showing him that he had to try a little harder.
“Please…fuck, please let me touch you”, he groaned breathily, the urge to feel you, to pull you hard down on his pulsing dick and pound away into you until his hot cum could fill you up stronger than anything else in these moments.

“Okay”, you quietly mumbled with a small grin after a few moments of leaving him in torturing silence, before you leaned up until your fingers could unlace the cloth around his wrists, his sizable length still buried deeply inside you.
Negan’s eyes lightened up until your hands wrapped around his wrists, forcing him to take it slow to show him that you were still in charge before you placed his large hands on your hips and gave him a nod.

A loud cry of pleasure left your lips as his hands gripped your hips while he thrusted his own up, beginning to pound away into your sopping heat.
Feeling yourself swinging in more pleasure you leaned down, his hands grabbing your ass harshly as your hot breath hit his skin.
“Make me cum”, you mumbled lowly into his ear, enough sternness swinging in it to make it sound like an order as you didn’t even think about giving up your control now that he could touch you.
Leaning back you caught his with lust filled eyes, your fingertips burying a little harder in his skin as a small grin grew on his lips.
“As you fucking wish”, he growled, his pounds growing harder within a seconds as his one of his hands moved to your most sensitive spots.

Both of your heavy breaths and moans filled the room while he began to rub and massage your pulsing clit, the mix of his hard thrusts and the intoxicating touches of his fingers letting you swing in ecstasy.
Your pleasure filled mind felt like rewarding him as you leaned down to let him thrust harder and deeper and to kiss and softly nibble on his neck just the way he liked it while you heard his loud growls and curses.
Your eyes began to flutter as you could feel yourself coming to our high, his fingers’ movements growing faster as he watched you quivering in response to his pounds and touches.
“Negan…”, just left your lips as you could feel yourself beginning to drown in pleasure, your body slumping a little more in as one last thrust made a strong orgasm shake through you.
Feeling him carrying through your high, he kept on thrusting, obviously coming closer as well until you let him cup your hips as harsh as he wanted, allowing him to use you ruthlessly.
Pounding as if he wanted his massive length to tear you apart, he came even closer and gripped you harder, growling as he kept his eyes open to watch the aftermath of your orgasm wash over you.
A loud groan and a bunch of curse words eventually left Negan’s lips as you could feel his cock twitching deep inside you before his hot cum began to fill you up.

Exhausted and panting you sunk down on Negan’s chest, feeling his cum beginning to drip out of your heat as he was still buried deeply inside your core.
Cursing he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you closely on top of him as his head leaned against yours and his hot breath hitting against your skin before his deep voice sounded heavily breathing through to you.
“Get yourself and your tight little pussy already prepared…’cause hell, next time it’s gonna be my fucking turn to make you beg.”


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Negan Imagine ~ “Good Mornin’, Baby”

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Warm sun rays danced over your skin as the sleep slowly loosened its grasp on you.
Slowly diving out of the sleep’s depths, your body began to sense first feelings and touches again, each of them helping you softly to leave the night behind yourself and to start a new day.

Hot breath that ghosted over your skin, leaving small goosebumps of comfort all over your body and made small shivers of warmth run up and down your spine.

Warm lips that met your skin repeatedly, leaving a warm trail over the side of your neck as their soft and caressing touches brought their warmth into your body.

Rough beard stubble that combined with the softness of the lips, setting a contrast that grew into an intoxicating sensation, before they purposely but still softly chafed over you skin, teasingly and purposely using their ability to tickle you gently

Soft sheets that hugged your body smoothly, tucking you in between their comforting fabric and cuddly pillows as they build a home for anything they were swathing

Strong arms that wrapped tighter around you, enclosing you completely as they pulled you closer against a warm chest, soft and short curls of chest hair softly tickling your skin as long legs entangled with yours, one hooking around yours to keep you even closer

Familiar scent that was enshrouding you softly, creating a comfort that streamed through every fibre of your body until it had completely filled you up.

Deep growls and hums that rumbled through the warm chest and vibrated against your back, the deepness and the familiar tone arising from a voice as smooth as velvet but raspy and rough as barbed wire at the same time. 

With each passing second you let the sleep more and more behind yourself until your eyes eventually fluttered slowly open.
A small dozy hum left your mouth as you felt the lips that were pressing another kiss on your skin forming into something that swung between a smile and a wide grin.
Just as you cuddled closer into the warmth you were longing so much for you heard a throaty but drowsy chuckle filling the air before you turned to its source.
Your glance met familiar hazel eyes that were filled up with deep affection, growing yearning and jollying excitement all at once.

With lips that were curling more up with each moment and dark strands of hair that hung tousled instead of slicked back into his face, he leaned down until his forehead leaned against yours and his hot breath met your skin once again before his deep voice spoke up as he pulled you closer against his warm chest:
“Good Mornin’, Baby”


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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Wrath”

 An imagine about the season finale of season 8

The final battle takes the Reader through the living hell as it  threatens to take Negan once for all from her

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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The wind blew softly over the endless seeming hill, moving each blade of grass in a gentle rhythm, the warm sun let the green of the grassy hill shine in an even brighter shade while the sun’s rays hit the framed and colorful glass that was hung up on a tree not too far down the mound.

Normally, nothing on this idyllic hill would indicate or stand in any relation to a battle, actually, it looked more like a landscape that would be used in movies to let happy children play and run over the mound in all peacefulness and with heartwarming laughter.
But now, now instead of happy children there were men and women armed with guns placed almost on the hills top, just a bit behind its peak so that anyone who’d approach from its foot wouldn’t see the lingering danger.

You leaned against the hood of the car that had brought you along with Negan here, Lucille resting right next to you against the metal as you could see Negan stepping towards his people that were gathering around him.
“You’re gonna step all into a fucking line. when I count ‘two’ you step forwards till these fuckers can see you. ‘One’… ‘one’ means fucking shoot but the first ones are for their feet, blow up the durst right in front of them and around their sorry asses. It’s just to swing our fucking dicks out…They’re gonna be fucking circled. Thanks to Eugene here, we got enough fucking bullets to allow ourself such a move. And that’s the thing, they’re gonna see the power our fucking bullet-cum shots have! By then, they’re gonna drop to their damn knees and surrender”, Negan called through the air, his arms rising slightly while you secretly knew that this wasn’t the original plan.
There were massive changes in it, changes made for you, changes made for the promise he had given you to find a way out.
Without you, without the promise and without you setting him straight and showing him that killing everyone wasn’t him in any way, the first bullets wouldn’t meet the ground, they’d meet the heads and bodies of the people you still considered family.
So this all, all these changes he had made seemed after last night and after the last talk you had like a last desperate chance to keep his promise, maybe even like a chance to keep himself from turning into something he wasn’t as well.

“They’ll fucking surrender ’cause there’s gonna be no way out anymore”, Negan called out before you heard the voice of one brave man calling back.
“And what if they don’t surrender? What if they shoot at us, Boss?”, he called, letting a cold shiver run down your spine and even though you could just see the leather clad back of Negan, you knew that he was gulping harshly now, just as harshly and tightly as his jaw was clenching in these moments.
“We fight back”, Negan tensely said, while even though this felt like the sharp blade of a knife digging into your body, you couldn’t be angry at him for this.
If Rick would open the fire, Negan would be hogtied, with no chance of a different choice.
Then it would be all about shooting or dying right there and only the thought of it, just like your deep fears of losing anybody else made you dizzy.

”You look damn fine together”, you heard Negan’s voice say as he snapped you back into reality.
With a grin he walked back to you, gesturing with a chuckle between you and Lucille while his Saviors were getting ready.
You allowed a smile to sneak onto your lips, just as he reached you and cupped the back of your neck with his gloved hand to caress your skin lightly.
They’re making their way out of the woods now, only matter of five-six minutes till they’ve arrived where you want them”, the crackling male voice said that sounded out of Negan’s walkie, that didn’t only let his hand fall from your neck to grab the small device, but also made an awful tension accompany the one that was already making itself a home in your body.

“Alright, got it”, Negan spoke back into the walkie before he tucked it once again onto his belt and let his glance meet yours.
”It’s gonna work out”, he quietly mumbled, forcing the corners of his lips to curl a little up to give you an uplifting smile before he leaned down to press another kiss on your lips.
In this moment, you didn’t even care about the people around you, all you wanted was just to feel him and let his kiss calm and comfort you a little.
Your hands reached up to cup his face softly and hold him a bit closer before your lips slowly let go of one another.

”Boss?”, yo heard a man call as Negan backed way again just before he turned around and looked over to his people.
”Yep? What’s the fucking matter, Dan?”, Negan asked, his hand stroking one last time soothingly over your shoulder before he walked over to the man, his hand stroking over his salt and pepper stubble as you watched him disappearing between the Saviors.

You looked over the hill, just the thought that your friends, along with Daryl were on their way up here made heat and coldness mix horribly in your body and thinking about the reaction of your half-brother when he would ultimately see what you had with Negan made it only worse.
Your eyes captured Gabriel crouching on the floor, his eyes staring with angst up the hill’s top, not too far from him stood Dwight, his hands tied while the prisoner cloth he was wearing brought memories up you just wanted to suppress. 

Minutes later the men and women stood in line, creating something that looked like a long thread that wreathed along the hill’s side while your eyes kept darting at Negan and the gun in his hand.
Part of you felt like you should walk up there too, another one told you to stay back, maybe even to simply show your friends that you weren’t armed, nor had the intention to fire a gun into their direction.
So you kept leaning against the hood until the loud whistling of every single person that was part of the thread made the blood in your veins freeze.
They were here.

“Well, damn, Rick, look at that. Pegged again. Pegged so very hard. I ambushed your ambush with an even bigger ambush”, Negan spoke as his voice sounded loudly through the bullhorn his device was connected to while you pressed your nervously sweating palms against the fabric of your pants.
“How about you step out and face us?!”, Rick’s voice sounded loudly up the hill, sending chills through your body just before you heard Negan again.
“Oh, I am everywhere, Rick. Some more bullhorns, more walkies. Pick a direction to run. See how you do. Make it fun for all of us”, he said, while you shifted on the metal, your hand finding the end of Lucille hoping that she might give you a little bit of the feeling of secureness, just like she had done it during Negan and Simon’s fight.

“Guess what else I did. I brought you some of your old friends. You remember your old buddy Eugene? Well, he is the person that made today possible. Same goes for Dwighty boy here. In case you were wondering, he didn’t ream you on purpose. No, he is just a a gutless nothin’ that sucks at life, and now he gets to stand up here and watch it all, and he’s gonna live with that”, Negan continued, your fingers tightening while the small breaths that left your body got accompanied by a bit shakiness ,”And then there’s you. It never had to be a fight. You just had to accept how things are.”

For a small moment, it got quiet, just before Negan’s voice sounded once again over the hill.
“I know you’ve heard what I said last night. I fucking know you’ve heard the last opportunity my generous ass gave you. Now Rick, this is the time for decisions. Think I’ll give you a lil’ food for thought”, Negan said and with that you knew what was about to happen.

“Three! Two!”, Negan’s voice boomed as the men and women stepped forward, with raised guns, Negan’s arm lifting up as well while another set of cold shivers ran through your body, hoping that anything would just end well and those damn first bullets were the last ones that were shot today.
“One!”

You had expected to hear the earsplitting sound of uncountable bullets being fired, you had even expected to flinch a little as soon as you would hear them, you had expected to see everyone in the line to still stand where they stood.
But nothing of that happened.

Instead, a loud mess of the sound of clicks, gunshots and small explosions sounded through the air, letting you jolt in shock up as you saw the line of people going to the ground as their guns exploded in their hands.

Now”, you heard coming from the hill’s foot, realizing what was about to happen now before your eyes darted immediately at Negan, his loud groaning in pain letting everything in you ache as you saw him turning furiously to Eugene, to the man who had made these bullets that left now a good bunch on Negan’s men dead, others groaning in pain as they held their hands and arms.
“Eugene!”, Negan loudly growled while you still stood like glued to the spot, still realizing what had just happened before something ripped you horribly out of the shocked trance.

Gabriel suddenly jumped up, rushing towards Negan before his fist met his face, letting him stumble back as you found yourself wrapping your fingers tighter around Lucille just as the corner of your eyes caught Dwight loudly screaming and running towards Negan.
Within milliseconds he tackled him, pushing him closer towards you before you could feel your other hand wrapping around Lucille as you rose her up, the adrenaline shooting through your veins while your mind completely shut down in these moments, the only thing that was keeping you going was the urge to protect him.

Dwight and Negan were only a few feet away from you as you let her rush with all force you had against Dwight’s back, letting him sink groaning to the ground while Negan’s glance snapped towards you as you heavily breathing stared at him and the gaping bloody wound the exploded gun had ripped into his glove and his hand.
“Come”, you just heard him pant, his unharmed hand wrapping around yours as he pulled you with him into the paths the uncountable cars were creating.

You felt stuck like in one of your nightmares as you rushed over the ground while you began more and more to realize what was happening and that right now, right in these moments your biggest fears were on their way to fulfill themselves.
Negan’s people were practically unarmed right now, their complete defeat just a matter of moments and you knew what Rick was about to do, what he had always said he would do.
He would try to kill Negan.

“You gotta stay here, stay in or behind a car…just stay fucking safe”, you heard Negan pant as he suddenly stopped and turned towards you, his eyes filled with bewilderment about what had just happened while fear and concern mixed within.
And just as you wanted to protest and tell him that you weren’t gonna leave him alone while Rick was about to begin his hunt on him and his people, you jolted up as a bolt shot in between the both of you and eventually shattered into the glass of the car behind you.

Your eyes snapped into the direction of the bolt’s source even though you already knew to whom this bolt belonged and the crossbow that must have shot it.
Daryl.

Your eyes met his ice cold glance at the other end of the car mass, his eyes darted right at you, the accuracy with which you knew he could shoot letting you realize within seconds that he had purposely tried to split you up.
And the blood freezing glare in his eyes showed you everything else you needed to know:
He knew, He had known before and now he had seen the final evidence that gave the last drop of anger into the full barrel to let it deluge.

The muscles in Daryl’s face twitched dangerously, the crossbow still up as Negan’s curses sounded muffled through your head before Daryl got distracted by something on the side of the hill while you felt Negan pulling with him, away from the danger you had never thought and hoped would become one.

Your steps were fast, heavy and harder with each you took as you felt the tightening feeling in your chest that made it impossible to breathe freely.
The so idyllic hill had by now turned into a place you just wanted to leave more than anything, the wind that had moved the blades of grass so calmly felt now biting against your skin, the sun rays felt like they were burning marks into you even though the sun was in its pleasant afternoon state and the reflection of the glass that was hung up on the tree that got closer and closer was dazzling your eyes.
Your fingers laced tighter around Negan’s, your hands a shaky and sweaty mess while everything in your body began to refuse to let go of him, nor to let anyone else get this close who could just harm a hair on his head.

With one more stepped you reached almost end of the cars, just two more vehicles standing in the way before you abruptly felt Negan pulling the both of you to your knees, using a car as a hideout for some short moments.
Panting he turned around, his glance meeting yours that was displaying a whole range and mess of emotions while a harsh gulp was pressing its way down his throat.
“Listen, you gotta stay here, okay? They want my ass, not yours. And I’ll get this done, I’ll be fucking fine. Just stay safe”, he panted, his other hand reaching up to cup the side of your face, half reassuring and calming, half to make sure that you were listening to his words.
”Wait, wha-”, you stumbled out, ready to protest once again just before you got cut off by gun shots.
“Shit”, Negan’s voice growled, your shaky hands pressing Lucille into his after you had held her with an unbelievable tightness for the last minutes.
”Stay back”, you suddenly heard him say as you heard footsteps and shots coming closer, revealing how close the person that could be no other than Rick came.

Within seconds his hand left yours, his legs letting him jump up as the adrenaline made you rise up as well, cold shivers running through your body as you caught Rick making his way out of the cars with continuing shots.
“Negan!”, you called out, your body wrenching in indescribable fear as you could see him storming past the cars, down to the with glass decorated tree until the last vehicles kept you from seeing him but before you could do anything else a raspy and familiar voice behind you let the blood in your veins freeze.

“On ya knees”, he growled as you turned around, your eyes filled with shock and disbelief as he glared coldly at you.
“Daryl-”, you tried to begin, but got directly cut off by his growling and snapping voice.
“I said on ya knees!”, he yelled, letting you flinch as he darted the crossbow at you, the pain that was shooting through you beginning to let your eyes fill with tears as you began to sink down to the ground.
“Daryl, I tried to help-”, you quietly said as you looked up at him, your voice shaky as he cut you once again off.
“By jumping on that asshole’s dick?!”, he snarled, his words cutting into your skin like sharp razorblades as you tried to rally yourself.
”No, I-”
”Shut up, don’t wanna hear ya lies”, he snapped, his glance glaring down at you while this pain mixed with more fear as another gun shot sounded through the air.
Your lips already quivered, everything in your body tightened threateningly while more tears began to make their way into your eyes as result of the indescribable pain and hopelessness you were beginning to feel.
”That’s the truth, pleas-”
“I said, shut up”, he snapped again, rising the bolt that was secured into the crossbow’s string right up to your forehead as a pain filled shudder washed through you, trying to realize that Daryl was pointing his weapon at you as if you were his enemy.
“You’re not gonna shoot me. Daryl, I’m your-”, you tried to get him back to seeing you the way he once had, just before his next words let you shadder on the ground.
“Sister? Nah, (Y/N) you’re not”, he growled, pressing the crossbow closer towards you, “Ya said it to me thousands of times. family’s not blood, it’s way more than that…and ya were right for once…You’re no family anymore, you’re a stranger.”

The tears that had already lingered in your eyes were now spilling over, running down your cheek as you felt as if you got torn apart.
Everything in you ached and wrenched, his destroying words burning into you and letting a horrible nausea wash over you, as one of your worst fears seemed as if they were about to become reality.

You were losing them.

They weren’t dying, no, but you were losing them on a whole different way.
Daryl wasn’t just saying those words just like that, he meant them, he meant them with almost every fibre of his body while only a few seemed to stay xy, creating a small bit of stirring in his eyes as the tears ran down your face.
All your hopes got shattered within these moments, all those hopes that everything was gonna work out and end up fine didn’t just vanish into thin air, they rather got set on fire while you had to slowly watch them crumbling apart.

“His people are down, surrendered and now, now Rick’s gonna end him”, Daryl growled, more pain running through your body as you still didn’t want this all to be true.
A small part of you waited for you to wake up out of this nightmare, find yourself in the bed beneath the warm and comfortable sheets before feeling Negan embracing you closer and cradling you against his chest like he always did when you dreamed badly.

But you didn’t, you didn’t wake up because this was the horrible reality and it just got worse as Daryl grabbed your shoulders, dragged you further with him.
“Daryl, stop”, you half growled, half shakily said as you felt his finger digging into your skin just as his head snapped towards you again.
”Shut u-”
“No I won’t fucking shut up now, I never betrayed you, I swear. I just want it to stop. I don’t wanna lose anyone of you-”
”Ya already have. You’re dead to me”, he growling spatted, his brows puckering angrily as he dragged you further,”Gonna lose that asshole too now. Hope the fucks were worth it.”
All you did was stare at him with more tears in your eyes, each word tearing you more and more apart and cutting deeper into you as the tone in his voice made it seem like all he saw in you anymore was Negan’s little fucktoy, which was the very last thing you were.
The worst thing was that you knew Daryl, you knew that the anger was trumping the hurting by now and that he could grow unbelievably cold as soon as he had reached this point.
He wasn’t gonna listen to you. For now, you really were dead to him, nothing was gonna change that in these moments and you painfully realized that in these moments.

Your whole body trembled, every single bit of you feeling as if you were burned alive while the fear that you could now also lose Negan just grew and began to eat you up.
Eventually Daryl dragged you out of the mass of cars and towards a mix of Saviors with raised hands and people from the Hilltop, the Kingdom and Alexandria that were moving over the hill’s peak and were all staring down the mound.

And just as you reached them, just as you left the cars behind yourself you got pushed to your knees again, you saw what they were looking at.

Rick and Negan both standing, by the tree, panting and visibly haggard after another fight as Negan slowy rose Lucille until she was at the same height as his elbows while Rick seemed to talk.
Cold shivers ran through your body, your heart began to pump even harsher against your chest as you shifted on the grass while you could feel your head beginning to pound as the fear in your body rose and the question of what was going to happen now echoed through your head.

Nobody was doing anything, every single person on this hill stood there in awe, not able to do something, not even able to tell what exactly was happening between those two men in these seconds.
The tension in your body rose with every of these seconds, Daryl’s crossbow still darting at you before the hope that seemed so gone began to softly grow in your body once again and even formed a tiny relieving smile on your lips as Negan began to lower Lucille until her end met the ground.

He was stopping, whatever Rick was saying in these moments, whatever might be going through Negan’s mind in these moments, if it was his promise to you, if it was Carl’s letter or anything else, it made him stop.

Daryl’s words were still cutting deep, just the fact that he was still pointing his crossbow at you was letting shudders of pain run through you, but this scene down at the tree allowed you to grasp a bit of hope.

Maybe everything wasn’t as lost as you had just thought, maybe it wasn’t too late.
Maybe this was going to end after all, maybe Rick had finally seen that Carl had been right, that this didn’t need to be a fight anymore and that it was worth it to stop it, to find a way out and work for peace together.
Maybe at least a tiny part of the future you wished so badly and long for would come true if they would finally pull themselves together now.

They were still standing like that in front of each other, Lucille now sliding out of Negan’s hands and with that you allowed the hope in you to grow a little more that this was the end of the war.
So hell, maybe those little future plans Negan had said earlier in the car to you and the things you had dared to wish for were finally more reality than dream and you would just find yourself tonight with Negan in the big bed and fall asleep with him right there.
That’s all you wanted, so that this goddamn rollercoaster ride of emotions and actions would finally end and you could just be happy for once in this fucked up world.

Maybe, the fear of losing Negan because of this goddamn fight would finally vanish and make room for the lightheartedness you were longing so much for.
Maybe, with Rick and Negan stopping this whole thing, Daryl would someday at least consider to listen to you.
So maybe, maybe this was the start of something better.

But then, you fell to pieces as Rick let his hand suddenly rush up against Negan’s throat and shattered all your hopes within milliseconds.

He had cut his throat in the moment Negan had least expected it.

Blood, blood was the next and only thing you could see as you ran, carried by your weakening legs, your body wrenching in unbearable pain, sobs erupting your body as the man you were falling so deeply in love with sunk to his knees, holding his throat as thick, red blood streamed over his hand.

You almost tripped repeatedly as your feet stumbled down the mound, your vision already blurred by the tears that ran unstoppable over your cheeks while whimpers and more sobs shook through you.

You couldn’t lose him.

You couldn’t lose him.

“Negan”, you whimpered as your eyes caught him on the ground, his body twisted as his hand still held his throat, his eyes fluttering while more sobs left your body as you sunk to your knees next to him.
“Negan, please”, you whimpered as your hand reached up to his, letting it slide weakly to the side as you desperately pressed your palm onto the cut wound, trying  to stop the blood from flowing even more out of his body.
“He stopped, Rick!…He fucking stopped”, you sobbed as you turned around, his eyes staring down at you, his hands holding a bloody piece of colored glass while you broke some more apart by the sound of Negan’s quiet and wheezing gasps that let your eyes immediately dart back to him.
“Hold on, Negan…please”, you whimpered, the hot blood covering your hands and fingers that had so lovingly caressed his beard stubble earlier, that had traced softly along his skin as he had held you, that had run through his dark hair, that had felt the comforting smoothness of his leatherjacket and that had laced with his fingers the last time he had assured you he was going to be fine.
And now, now he was laying right next to you, his body twitching slightly, the wheezing gasps becoming quieter, his eyes becoming more glassy as they fluttered slower, his lips gaping open as his blood was coating you, coating the white shirt you had just this morning nuzzled your face into to feel his warmth and coating the white cloth you had wrapped around his wrist.

Your blurry vision tried to catch his glance that was becoming more and more glassy with each little second, staring into the emptiness instead of your eyes as you felt like death tried to take him out of your bloody grasp.

“Stay with me…plea-”, a sob cut you off, your whole body a mess as you slumped more in, your forehead sinking down against his, “I can’t lose you-…I-”.

But you were,

You were losing him.

You were losing right him in these moments.

Everything you had feared, everything that had brought you sleepless night was coming true now:

First your friends and Daryl.

Now Negan.

You were losing everything you had.

One of your hands moved up into his hair, holding him tighter as his eyes closed and more uncontrollable sobs left your lips while your other hand kept pressing down on the wound, desperately trying to keep the blood in his body.
“Negan, please”, you whimpered, your tears hitting his face as you crumbled down next to him, anything in you holding onto the tiniest hope that he would open his eyes again.
Just a bunch of days ago you had gotten him back after everything that had happen at the junkyard, had tied your bonds with him tighter than ever before and now, now he was laying bleeding in your arms on the edge of death, letting the future you had dared to imagine with him disappear into thin air.
Something about this took you horribly back to the day at the very beginning of this all, the day you had lost your family, the day you had stepped into your old home and had to see a large group of walkers tearing them apart, leaving nothing of them but the unbearable pain, the pain you had hoped you would never feel again but the same pain you were feeling right in these moments again which tore you apart.
“Please”, you plead in a whimper, his blood covering more and more of you as  you suddenly heard Rick’s voice.

“Save him”

Weakened by the sobs you slowly rose and heft your upper body off of Negan, still not completely believing what words had left Rick’s lips before you heard Maggie’s crying screams in protest to Rick’s change of mind and saw a young dark haired man running towards you, you had never seen before.

He let down his backpack as soon as he reached the tree and already began to open it with hastily hands.
“Please save him…plea-…please help him”, you whimpered, your voice shaking as he kneeled down on Negan’s other side, beginning to grab medical utensils out of the backpack before his glance met yours.
“Alright, you have to keep on pressing”, he said as calm as he could, nodding to your hand that was still placed securely on Negan’s neck.
“I know this is hard for you, but you have to follow my orders now to save him, okay? Listen closely”, he said just as calm as he could even though a bit nervousness sneaked into his voice as you just nodded, tears still running down your face while every bit of you was determined to do whatever it took to save Negan, no matter what you had to do.

And so you blindly followed his instructions, tried to keep your muddled mind focused, let your hands move as quickly to the parts of Negan the young man ordered you to, all while Negan’s lifeless face and body were still ripping deep wounds into you.
You tried everything to keep yourself working and tried to keep the fear of losing him out of your body to be the best help you could be in these moments until you fell into the state of just functioning.

You lost all feeling of time, had no idea how long it took until two other men came up to you with a cot and crouched down next to you, ready to take Negan  as soon as the doctor would give them his go.
His voice sounded at some point muffled through your head as it wasn’t directed at you but at the two other men, your eyes glued to Negan, glued to his lifeless seeming body and his blood that wasn’t only covering him, but you as well.
You could feel your eyes becoming clouded with new tears again, feel the lump growing back in your body in response to the view of him even though a tiny bit relief in you washed up as the blood had stopped becoming more and the bandage around his neck was finally more white than red.
“We’ll get him to the truck now”, you heard the doc say, only able to sound through to you as his hand laid on your arm and made your eyes snap away from Negan.
You just nodded, watching paralyzed how the two other men began to carefully get him onto the cloth while your eyes followed each bit Negan’s body moved, still too scared that anything else could happen now. 

When you first got on your feet again, everything around you seemed to turn as you could feel how all that had happened here beneath this tree had drained every bit of energy from you.
When you first turned around again into the direction of the cars, the mass of people were gone, the Saviors were gone, the Alexandrian’s were gone, the people from the Hilltop and the Kingdom were gone, Daryl was gone, only Rick stood still on his weakened legs, while Michonne held Maggie in her arms who was still crying into Michonne’s shirt.
You were too muddled, too much trapped in a trance to keep yourself focused on her, you knew she must go through horrible pain in these moments but all you wanted was Negan alive, the opposite of what she wished for.
Right as your glance wandered off of her, your eyes captured Lucille on the ground while you instinctively knew that you had to take her with you, no matter who might try to stop you.
This wasn’t just a weapon, this was way more for Negan.
So as the men were making their first steps up, you leaned down and laced your fingers around her handle, actually feeling a tiny bit of the secureness she had given you before until you tightened your grab and made your way up.

You stumbled up the hill, your eyes only leaving Negan for a tiny moment as your eyes caught his present, the tiny diamond bracelet dangling on your wrist, covered in his blood as the evening sun made the now blood red diamonds gleam up in a way that let your guts twist.

You still found yourself shaking as soon as you walked over the hill’s peak, seeing a few people packing some things into the last remaining cars before their eyes darted at you, Negan and the three other men.
You blended their glances out, just trying to concentrate on Negan as they loaded him into the back of the truck which brought another mass of emotions up in you.
This wasn’t just any truck, this was the dark truck in which you had spent as good as all drives with him and eventually had laid in it’s back with him, on provisory mattresses and thick blankets before he had first kissed you.
You gulped harder, new tears shooting up in your eyes as all those memories rushed through you before you heft yourself inside.

“Keep his head steady”, you heard the doctor say as calming as he could as you found yourself in the truck, your back leaning against its walls with Lucille right next to you as he carefully moved Negan’s head into your lap.
“Okay”, you mumbled quietly and still shakily, your glance glued to Negan’s face as one of your hands moved to cup his jaw softly, the other buried in his hair to caress him gently as you kept his head steady.
You knew he couldn’t notice anything around him, still you tried to move your bloody fingertips in the way you knew he liked it and which would let him hum contently in any other situation.
Trembling breaths still erupted your chest slightly as you tried to keep them small, to not move Negan unnecessarily in any way as the transporter began to move down the hill and eventually reached the road.

Over and over again you internally told yourself that he was going to be fine as you stared down at him, your thumb stroking softly over his blood daubed beard stubble as you carefully and cautiously leaned down to place a small kiss on his forehead.

But still, the drive was the hardest you had ever taken.
You could hear the voices around you, you even noticed them say that you were heading to Alexandria but that was it.
Everything else just bounced back, not able to make it through your muddled mind as all you did was keeping Negan’s head steady, caressing him with soft and desperate touches while you kept on internally pleading that he was going to be alright.

When the car eventually stopped it was already dark, just the headlights of the truck illuminating Alexandria’s gates before you slowly drove into the place you once called home until the engine stopped once again and with this time ultimately.
”We’re there”, you just heard the doc say, before the other two men were getting Negan back on the cot, your body aching a little as you felt the loss of his touch, the fear that he could be taken away from you on a whole other way still deeply rooted in your body.

You found yourself walking over Alexandria’s streets with Lucille in your hand while you knew that the last time you had walked these paths this place had been on fire.
But now, now the heat of the flames wasn’t biting into your skin, the cool night air was instead hitting your flesh that felt almost wounded from all the crying.
You gulped harshly as you caught your reflection in the window of one of the houses, your face looking even haggard from afar, the puffiness and soreness of your cheeks, just like the aching of your burning eyes wasn’t visible to you from afar but more than palpable.
You could see all your clothes and hands that were covered in Negan’s blood, leaving not only an awful tension on your skin but also harsh shivers that ran through you.
Your glance left the window again as you could see where you were heading, the infirmary coming closer with every step you took while your eyes kept wandering to Negan, checking on him as if you could change something.

Finally, you could exhale a little as they eventually laid him onto one of the beds in one of the rooms of the infirmary the fire had left completely untouched, even though the flames had generally shown a lot mercy on this house and as much as you had seen it, only one or two rooms were painted in coal black instead of the white paint.

So there he laid, completely still, a little too tall for the bed while your fingers reached out to his still in leather clad arm, softly running your fingertips over its smoothness to calm yourself a little more down while you heard the doctor walking in and out of the house, as he seemed to get some other stuff.

For the first time you were alone with Negan again.
Surreal and horribly real felt anything about this all at once, while all you wanted for him to do was just wake up, open his eyes, get that grin of his back on his lips before telling you another cringy and dirty joke he had picked up.
But he didn’t, he didn’t even budged in the slightest way he just laid there in dead silence.
You could feel your emotions boiling back up, urging new tears into your eyes as you gulped harshly in hope to remove the thick lump that was beginning to grow once again in your throat.
Shaking you leaned down to him, your hand reaching out to the side of his head until you could feel his hair running softly through your fingers while you gently and cautiously to not hurt him more nestled your nose into his stubbly cheek.

For once his comforting scent was trumping the metallic reek of blood as your eyes closed while some lonely tears trickled down your cheeks and your trembling lips pressed a soft kiss on his skin.

You stayed just like that until you heard footsteps coming towards the room that made you flinch slightly before your eyes went up, meeting the doctor’s as his glance wandered first over Negan then you.
“Thank you”, you mumbled, trying to force a grateful smile on your lips as you looked up to the man.
“It’s my job”, he said back, a small smile on his lips as he gave you a nod.
“I know, anyway, thank you for saving him”, you responded, your finger still softly stroking over Negan’s arm as if death could still take him away from you if you’d stop touching or feeling him in any way.

“I’m Siddiq by the way”, he said as you looked back up again, placing a small bottle he had brought with him on the countertop.
“(Y/N)”, you said back just as you could see in his eyes that he was pondering about something.
“Carl told me about you…in the night the bombs went off”, he said, his voice thick a he gulped slightly.
“He helped me too”, he added, as you slowly began to put the pieces together, remembered the first sentences of Carl’s letter to Negan about the person he helped as he got bit.
That person was Siddiq.
”I’m trying to give back”, he said, leaning slightly against the wall as he let out a small sigh.
“You’re doing a good job at it”, you mumbled back, your glance wandering back to Negan and his chalk pale face that kept the concern in you up.
“Good to hear. Before we clean him up and get to his hand…Michonne has already brought some new stuff for you”, you heard Siddiq say, letting you first look up to him, then to your clothes and your hands that were still full of his blood.
Feeling it on you was horrible and you really did want to change and just get this awful feeling off your skin, but the fears of loss were still raging in you, worse than any feeling of blood on your body could ever feel.
And if you would leave now and something would happen to him, whatever the hell it was, you knew you weren’t gonna forgive yourself that.
“He’s gonna be fine”, Siddiq’s voice ripped you out of your thoughts, giving you an uplifting smile as you looked up at him and gulped heavily.
“I’m a doctor, I should know, right?”, he added, still with the smile as you slowly nodded, before you saw his glance wandering to Lucille which you had leaned against the bed.
“I’m not sure if Rick will allow the bat here”, he gulped, a tight breath leaving your lips as he let out a small sigh, seemingly seeing that you weren’t gonna give into this,”At least, please….at least place it completely out of his reach.”
You looked at him, slowly nodding and realizing that he was right.
You rather had her here and on the other side of the room than completely gone.
So you grabbed her, your glance falling back to Negan as your fingers left his arm before you slowly walked across the room and placed her in a corner so that he would still be able see her.

“I’ll take care of him”, Siddiq added as he noticed how your glance fell back on Negan and you could feel some bad consciousness sneaking up in you for leaving now before you gave him a small nod and forced yourself out of the room.

Minutes later you found yourself in the bathroom, the new clothes laying on the edge of the bathtub while you rubbed Negan’s blood off your skin, watching it flowing down the drain while it took you repeatedly right back to the tree and Negan’s twisted body as it threatened to bleed out.
Trying to focus to get this done quickly you peeled yourself out of the blood soaked clothes, kept washing off the blood, not only off your hands but practically of each part of your body that had touched Negan’s before you washed your face, trying to get the ugly and tensing feeling of the dried and new tears off your skin and eventually washed the blood off the small diamonds on your wrist.

With fresh clothes on and feeling a tiny bit better you walked back into the room, finding Siddiq sitting next to Negan, the removed and damaged leather glove laying on the nightstand as he took care of the wound on Negan’s hand.
“Can I help?”, you quietly asked, letting him turn around to you before he gave you a friendly nod.

And with that, you got Negan eventually with Siddiq’s help out of his blood soaked clothes, began to clean him thoroughly up, got him into a new white shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, renewed the bandage on his wrist and helped Siddiq with the one on Negan’s injured hand until you found yourself sitting exhausted on the chair right next to Negan.
“Guess you want to stay here, right?”, Siddiq asked as he stood in the door frame before you have him a nod.
“Yeah”, you mumbled, knowing that nothing and no one was going to get you away from Negan now.
“Okay, I’m right on the first floor if you need my help”, he said, as you gave him a small but tired smile just before he vanished behind the door and his foodsteps descended until you couldn’t hear them anymore.

Slowly, you lowered your head onto Negan’s chest, the faint pounding of his heart beat beginning to calm you a bit down as it assured you that he was staying right with you.
Your hand found his again as you let your fingers lace with his and allowed yourself to close your eyes, feeling his scent and warmth enclosing you even though you knew that the fears of losing him wouldn’t allow you to fall asleep.
Instead of laying happily with him in the big bed at the Sanctuary as you had wished, he laid horribly injured in this bed, your own body slumped against his side while the the fears wouldn’t let you go.
Your mind had already problems processing everything that had happened on this day, the questions of what was going to happen now to the Sanctuary and most of all Negan as soon as he would wake up were ghosting through your mind.
But after all, they got pushed away by the simple fact that he was alive and that mattered the most to you in these moments.

Restless days and nights followed.
Days on which you were only leaving his side for the most necessary things, on which you did your best to help Siddiq to renew Negan’s bandages, on which neither Michonne nor Rick were coming in, on which you asked yourself if Daryl was ever going to be able to talk to you, on which you found yourself like glued to Negan’s side, still too afraid to leave him, on which you realized even more how much he meant to you, on which you caressed him with soft touches as if it would make him wake up sooner.
Nights in which you rarely slept and when you did, nightmares haunted you that took you right back to a Negan that was bleeding to death and which made you wake up in cold sweat and made you break down in tears only to be comforted by feeling Negan’s pulse and heartbeat until you huddled yourself against him as close as you could.

The sun was shining softly through the windows after yet another hard night, your fingers were tracing slowly and lazily over Negan’s arm before emerging footsteps lead your glance towards the door and eventually caught a person you hadn’t seen in days.
Michonne.
With a plate of food in her hands, a cup in the other she walked towards you and eventually placed it on the nightstand before she nodded towards it.
“You have to eat, Siddiq told me you haven’t done that since you’re here”, she said, the tone in her voice aloof as if she didn’t know how to handle you after everything that had happened.
“Thank you, but-”, you mumbled, not feeling hungry at all before she quickly cut you off.
“No but, you have to eat”, she determinedly said before you gave her a small nod, knowing that your body actually needed everything she had brought you, even though you still weren’t sure if you’d be able to get any of it down your throat.
For a few moments you could see Michonne looking at you, as if she was trying to read you, her glance then wandering over Negan and your hand that was still placed on his arm.
Your glance met hers, unsure what to say, unsure if you should tell also her that you had never betrayed them, unsure if she would believe you but before you could even do a thing, she preempted you.
“We’ll talk some time later”, she mumbled before you slowly gave her a small nod and even though that didn’t sound like much, you were glad that she was at least willing to talk to you.
Turning on her heels she walked back towards the door before she moved one last time around and let her glance met yours.
“Siddiq said chances are high he is going to wake up today”, she said as you shifted slightly on your seat, not quite sure how to answer.
“I hope so”, you eventually brought out knowing, that in the end she knew anyway of what you had with Negan.
“Me too”, she calmly said before she ultimately turned around and left, leaving you with the feeling that they had planned something for him, something you didn’t know in any way about.

The day went just like the last days, with the only exceptions that you kept on wondering what Michonne or even Rick might plan and that the chances of finally seeing Negan opening his eyes again were higher than on any other day.

You shifted slightly on your chair as the midday sun streamed through the windows, taking a sip of the water Michonne had brought you before you could feel Negan shifting beneath your hand.
Snapping your head towards him your eyes widened slightly, part of you believing you had hallucinated before you heard a tiny and raspy groan leaving his lips.
“Negan?”, you mumbled, a relieved smile beginning to plant on your lips as you moved up from the chair and instead sat down on the bed’s edge to see more of him.
Slowly, his eyes began to flutter, letting feelings of happiness stream for the first time in days through your body as you reached up to softly cup the side of his face.
“Negan?”, you mumbled again, trying to help him to get out of the last grasp the unconsciousness had on him before you saw him slowly opening his eyes.
“Baby?”, you heard his raspy and exhausted voice say, his glance confused as if he was still trying to find himself before his eyes caught yours and let another wave of relief wash through you.
“Hey”, you just quietly mumbled, the wide smile on your lips now unable to remove anymore as your thumb softly caressed his stubbly cheek.
Just as you opened your mouth again to continue you heard footsteps and caught Siddiq walking into the room. 
“He’s awake?”, he asked as he stood actually a little surprised in the doorframe.
“Yes”, you mumbled as you first looked up from Negan and saw the doctor walking with fast steps towards the bed just as a dry cough went through Negan’s hurting throat that let him grimace in pain.
“You’ll get him some water? I’ll take care of the rest”, Siddiq said as he grabbed some of his utensils while you nodded before your glance fell back at Negan.
“I’ll be right back”, you said, assuring that his still exhausted mind understood you before you leaned down to let your smiling lips press a kiss on his forehead until you eventually got up from the bed.

You had a hard time leaving him, now that you finally had him back but if you could at least make him feel a little better with some water that would stop his throat from being the dry desert it must be now, you were okay with it.

With fast steps you rushed towards the kitchen, hearing the beeping of a walkie and Siddiqs voice saying something that was not understandable to you as you searched for a water bottle and a glass.
With your hasty hands almost pushing everything in your way over and making it all actually harder for you than it had to be, you almost hadn’t noticed Michonne and Rick stepping into the house.
Just as you grabbed a water bottle you saw them coming inside, their glances brushing for a short moment over you before you realized that Siddiq must have called them, telling them that Negan was awake.
You could feel the tension in your body rising as you saw them making their way out of the kitchen and instead heading towards Negan’s room as exactly this tension made your hands even more hasty.

“We know you’re awake”, you heard Michonne’s voice sounding faintly through the walls as you grabbed a glass and heard her continuing after Negan must have quietly responded something, "Good, because we need to tell you some things. And you don’t have to open your eyes now. But you’re gonna open them soon. Because we’re gonna make you watch what happens.”
“And this isn’t about who you killed. No, we’ve killed people. No, this is about what you did to us, what you did to so many people. How you made people live for you, how you put people under your boot”, you heard Rick’s voice say just before Negan’s raspy and weak voice spoke up.
“I saved people!”
“Michonne”, you could hear Siddiq say while the water was rushing into the glass just as the tension and restlessness in you grew more as you heard her voice again.
“He needs to know. This isn’t a discussion.”
“We can open up his stitches for a little while just to remind him”, and with that coming out of Rick’s mouth you grabbed the glass and rushed towards the room, your protectiveness over Negan rising up once again as your fast footsteps sounded through over the wooden floor.

Just as you stepped inside the room you saw Rick turning around to you, but even more you saw Michonne’s grasp wrapping around Negan’s injured throat.
Heavily gulping and an in concern narrowing glance you walked towards the bed and caught her eyes.
”Please, I think he got it”, you mumbled as calmly as you could, persuading Michonne to let go as instead you placed the glass of water on the nightstand before your fingers found Negan’s bandaged hand until his fingers for the first time in days responded to your touch as you felt how they curled slightly around yours.
“Carl pictured something better. All of us working together for something bigger than all of us. And you’ll have a job, too”, Rick said as he walked up to Michonne the tension in your body rising as you could hear in Rick’s voice that it wasn’t gonna be something good.
“Yeah. You get to be a part of it”, Michonne added, your glance switching between them and Negan before you heard Rick speaking up once again.
“You’ll be an example of what this will be. We’re not gonna kill you. We’re not gonna hurt you. You’re gonna rot in a cell. For the rest of your life, day after day”, and with that, a cold shiver ran through your body, letting every inch of you ache as your eyes were glued on Negan, his still glassy eyes staring up from Rick up to the ceiling as his brows slightly puckered.

The shivers in your body didn’t stop as you curled your fingers a little tighter around Negan’s, the shock rooting deep in your body as your mind forced you to imagine him in the cell Morgan had build so long ago.

But what did you expect?
Rick had let Negan live but letting him run around free or even making a deal with him now was something you had hoped for even though you didn’t believe it yourself.
He still despised Negan with every fibre of his body and everyone else including Maggie and your half-brother wanted revenge, you could even imagine that they still wanted his death and were everything else than pleased with him ‘just’ being held as a prisoner.

”You’re gonna be evidence that we’re making a civilization, something like what we had, something we’re gonna get back. And you get to watch it happen. And you get to see how wrong you were about what people can be, about what life can be. You, alive, is gonna help show people that things have changed, that keepin’ you breathing earns another way, a better way. That’s the part you’ll play”, Rick said, the slight growling in his voice clearly audible as Negan gulped, the muscles in his cheek twitched while his lips pressed into a thin line
“So after all this maybe you’re good for something”, Michonne added, before they looked one last time at you and began to leave the room along with Siddiq.

“I didn’t know”, you quietly mumbled with a gulp as their footsteps had hushed.
Your glance moved to Negan, looking apologizing at him as you felt him softly squeezing your hand the way he so often did when he wanted to give you some comfort.
Your glance wandered over the door before you first let go of Negan, rounded the bed to eventually close it to give the both of you a little more privacy.

Just as the door closed with a small thud you heard Negan’s raspy gasp before you turned around and looked into his eyes that stared clouded with some tears at you.
“I stopped…i tried to-”, he mumbled before the hurting of his injury cut him off, just as you reached the bed again and sat down by his side.
“I know…I know, I’ve seen it”, you softly and soothingly said, leaning a bit down as your fingers caressed over his cheek, his eyes still looking at you as you knew how much it meant to him that you had seen him do what you had always plead for and seen him keeping his promise to you.
The emotions washed back over you as your forehead sunk against his, his eyes closing while you first felt this specific kind of warmth streaming through your body again as both of your lips found one another.
Even though the longing and even desperation in you called for a more passionate kiss you kept your touches soft, still too afraid to hurt him as your lips moved gently in rhythm with his.

“I was so damn scared”, you mumbled shakily against his lips as you couldn’t keep those words locked up anymore, feeling his hot breath hitting your skin as he leaned slightly up to let his lips capture yours again.

You leaned deeper in, longing so badly for feeling him with you after all these restless days.

“Lucille’s here too…took her with me”, you mumbled eventually as your forehead leaned against his again before you slowly backed away to reveal the bat that stood in the corner.
“Wasn’t allowed to keep her closer but so you can at least see her”, you said, a small smile growing on Negan’s lips as his glance wandered from the bat to you.
“You’re the fucking best, you know that?”, his raspy voice mumbled, letting a bigger smile grow on your lips before he weakly nodded to his arm.
“You gonna come here?”, he quietly asked as he tried to move his arm a little to give you a bit space on the bed.
You nodded, carefully lowering your body until you sunk against him, your arm wrapping around his torso, your leg hooking around his to keep yourself securely on the bed, your face nuzzling into his chest until you felt his warm skin and the tickling chest hair beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Negan tried to wrap his arm a little tighter around you, the weakness of his body still keeping him from moving much more as a tight breath let his chest rumble.

“And what now?”, he quietly asked after a while of just laying like that with each other.
“We’ll get together through this”, you mumbled, repeating the words he had once told you whole trying to keep the relief and happiness in your body up and trying to not let the shock over what Rick had said trump or even push them away.
“Is that what you want?…Fucking whole life with a prisoner?”, he asked tensely, his weak voice still slightly shaky as you looked up from his chest.
“Yes, if that prisoner is you then yes”, you said, not even letting the thought of you wanting him less just because he wasn’t the leader of a community anymore and instead a prisoner settle in his mind.
Negan’s face loosened a little up, his eyes becoming softer as he heard your words.
“I’ve almost lost you…I won’t let that happen again”, you quietly said, as after the last days had painfully but truly shown you what he meant to you and after almost having him bleed to death in your arms, you refused to let anything in you hold you back from showing him.
Everything could be over so fast, that was a lecture that had been given to you again on the most painful way so you weren’t gonna waste any more time.

“And after all…Rick has gone from wanting nothing else but killing you to this here, so he can someday go from taking you as a prisoner to something else, something better too”, you quietly mumbled after a while as you shifted a little more against him, as you tried to give him some of the hope you had urged yourself to have for the future.
Negan’s glance captured yours as he gave you as much of a nod as his injury allowed him to while a tight breath left his lips, showing you that you couldn’t stop now.
“You know I don’t think you had the right methods,…but I know you had the right intentions”,  you muttered, letting out a small sigh, “So I know that you can find other ways, and maybe some time you’ve found them and Rick will see that too…who knows.”

Negan’s arm tightened a little more, as you reached up, your hand cupping the side of his jaw as he slowly leaned into your touch, his brows puckering a little in pain as he closed his eyes for a moment, the injury and the truly life changing and hard words Rick had said obviously weighing hard on him.

“No matter how long this all that might take, I’m with you and I’ll stay with you, okay?”, you mumbled, trying to comfort him a little as he opened his eyes again, his softening glance wandering over his face as a small smile pressed into the corners of his lips.
“Okay”, he quietly said, his hand moving a little more over you as he tried to pull you a bit closer before you let your head sink with a smile back onto his chest and felt him cradling you as much as he could against his body.
“You know what?”, you whispered softly as you cuddled closer, “That’s my promise to you.”


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Negan Imagine ~ Together

“Shh…it’s okay”, you quietly mumbled in the most soothing voice you could provide to the big man that laid sobbing in your arms, his face buried deeply into the curve of your neck while his hot tears dampened your shirt.

You didn’t have to think much to know that no one at the Sanctuary had ever seen the big bad wolf just as nearly emotional as now, that had just been left to you and no other person.
But even to you this was new, even though you had thought you had already seen him in all kinds of possible states.

And so the urge to calm him down and comfort him grew with every second while you could feel the waves of pain that washed through your body with every sob and whimper you heard coming from him.

“Fuck…fucking shit fuck”, he half growled, half sobbed as he clung onto you, a trembling breath erupting his chest before you began to lean back into the bed, half dragging him with yourself to make the both of you lay down.

“Everything’s gonna be fine in the end, okay Negan? Everything’s gonna be okay”, you said, your hand reaching up to run your fingers soothingly through his hair just the way you knew he liked it while the sound of his cries and the feeling of the shivers that ran through his body let a thick lump grow in your throat.

Negan didn’t respond a thing, he just held you tighter in his arms to keep you as close as possible while your voice and touch seemed to finally begin to slowly calm him down.

Minutes later, his chest was still rising at a fast pace up and down, but gradually the sobs stopped and all what left his lips were small and shaky breaths.
Slowly, you felt him moving his head a little until he could lean his forehead against your neck while you turned your face slightly to place a small kiss on his skin and let your fingers caress over his salt and pepper stubble.

“I don’t fucking know how to go on”, he shakily said, his favorite curse word pressing in a stronger manner out of his lips as if it would display his whole desperation.
“Then we’ll find a way how. The most important thing is that you can. You can go on, I know that…and you know that you can count on me. No matter what”, you soothingly said, your fingers caressing now over his temple as another heavy breath shook his chest.
“I don’t even deserve that, I don’t deserve you-”
“Stop, you deserve me”, you cut him off, not even letting these thoughts settle down in his mind that were ghosting through it whenever the fears and regrets of his past mixed with new ones.

Slowly, Negan moved up, his usually strong body now still weakened before his glance met yours.
Even in the faint light you could see the marks the tears had left on him, his eyes still slightly swollen, the dried ,and new and wet tears sticking to his skin while his usually carefully slicked back hair was now slightly tousled. 
His forehead began to lean against yours, his still unsteady breaths hitting your skin as you reached up to softly remove the last tears from his face and beard stubble.

“We’ll get through this, okay? Together”, you mumbled as your eyes met his just before you could see him nodding while his arms wrapped a little closer around you.
“Okay”, his now croaky and raspy voice mumbled before he slowly leaned down until his still trembling lips could meet yours.
Softly and displaying all the affection you felt for him, your lips began to caress over his as you could feel him sinking more into the kiss as if it was the solution to all of his problems.

And of course it wasn’t, that would be too easy and good to be true, but in some way the kiss was the beginning of the solution you both would achieve.
Together.


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TWD ~ Negan Imagine – “Wrath” (1)

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

The journey till the very moment they arrive at the battleground forces Negan and the Reader through all kinds of emotions and challenges

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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The cold wooden floor beneath your feet let small goosebumps spread over your skin as you slowly shuffled towards the bathroom, the faint moonlight that shone through the big windows indicating that it was still in the middle of the night.
And that’s also what it felt like, after tossing and turning for hours, trying to get some sleep that didn’t end up in waking up after felt minutes again, you found yourself opening the bathroom door, using your last hope that some cold water would get your head at least a little clear.
Your head, that was still full with what could happen soon, maybe even in not much more than a half day from now.

The words that had fallen from the early evening on were still booming through your head, Michonne’s voice reading the letter, Negan’s answer, your emotional response until you had made him realize that what he had said was nothing but bullshit that wasn’t even him but just pure frustration and anger about what had happened and eventually, Negan’s last call over the walkie to Rick, trying to tell him that this was their last chance to make it right and get out.
You knew they had heard it, but simply the thought of that nobody had answered made everything in you cramp.

Negan’s small grumbles in his sleep were sounding softly through the room as you left the bathroom door behind yourself open and instead stumbled towards the sink.
Within seconds the cold water began to ran out of the faucet, filling your palms until you could splash it into face and feel the cool drops filling your skin with freshness.
For moments you just stayed like that, letting the water flow in small trails down your skin, your eyes closed as you let your hands grip the side of the skin until you grabbed a small towel and dried yourself up, the hope that the cold water would make you feel better slowly vanishing out of your body.

For once, your thoughts jumped to Daryl and the question if Rick had let your half-brother know about the relationship you had with Negan or if tomorrow would be the very day he’d find out in the worst kind of setting and situation possible.
Either way and no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, deep down you knew that it would make him despise you with every fibre of his body.
Before he could have even known about anything you had with Negan he had already driven the garbage truck into the Sanctuary’s walls, seeming as if he was even ready to sacrifice you for the sake of a win against Negan or maybe he just didn’t think about it, let alone care anymore.
Once again either way, just thinking about that let you feel a stinging pain all over you that was gradually seeping into every cell of your body.
If he’d find out now, who knew what he was else capable to do, even to you.

You let out a deep sigh, pushing yourself away from the sick as your glance already caught Negan shifting beneath the sheets of the bed at the end of the large bedroom.
Things between you were off the table again, next to the call to Rick you had talked it out and you still knew that the reason for it all was just the heavy burden that was also weighing on his shoulders just like you knew that you weren’t gonna let this whole thing tear you apart.

“Sweetheart?”, you heard Negan grumble drowsily as you saw him turning his head irritated as he didn’t find you sleeping in his arms just before his glance caught you standing in the faintly enlightened bathroom.

“Coming”, you said, pressing a small smile into the corners of your lips before you turned the light off, shut the door behind yourself and walked back towards the bed.
His dark hair was slightly tousled as he shifted a bit up into the pillows, his sleepy glance turning worried as you climbed back into the bed.
“Can’t sleep?”, he asked concerned, his hand running over his stubbled cheek.
“Yeah”, you muttered back, feeling how he already reached out to you to pull you closer again.
“Shit…”, he mumbled, a deep sigh leaving his lips as his eyes darted at you.
“You’ve been tossing and turning too, huh?”, you quietly mumbled as you could see him tensing slightly up while he quietly nodded.
“Come here”, he grumbled still drowsily as he lead you over to him until you could lay down on top of him.

As soon as your body touched his, his arms wrapped around you, tucking you along with him beneath the dark sheets while you let your head lean against his neck as you nestled your nose into his warm skin.
“Isn’t that way too uncomfortable for you?”, you quietly mumbled after shifting a little before you felt him instead holding you even tighter.
“Hell no”, he muttered, pressing his lips onto your forehead.
“It’s fucking heaven”, he grumbled instead, his hand running down your body, giving first your waist a teasing squeeze as he gave you just a small example of what kind of access his hands had to your body in this position.

For a moment, it got quiet, his head rested against yours, his arms kept you securely on top of him before you heard his deep voice again.
“We both just gotta let loose again. Like in that damn movie night…to not go around the damn bend”, he quietly said, his hot breath hitting your skin ,”It’s not a fucking long-term solution, I know,…but we’ve dealt with enough bullshit today.”
You knew what he meant, it wasn’t a running away from the problems or issues  of the war or even the ones at the Sanctuary, both of you knew way too well that this was some kind of race you couldn’t win. But this letting loose was rather something to gain more energy for the next fight.
After all, you both could also need it badly after the fights of this day.

You hummed quietly as you felt his hand moving up to your face, beginning to let his thumb draw lazy circles over your temple, exactly how he knew you liked it all while his warmth and scent enclosed you more with every passing second.
“Just gotta pretend it’s just us two, just this damn fucking room and outside’s nothing or-”, he began again, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he continued, ”Hell, outside this thing here’s just a damn landscape with giants dicks as trees, if you like.”
“Sounds good”, you quietly chuckled back, as you leaned a little more in to kiss the sensitive skin of his neck.
A deep purr in approval rumbled through Negan’s chest, motivating you to keep going as you kissed slowly up the thick vein that boasted on the side of his neck.
“Fuck…”, he let out in a another purr before a low chuckle rumbled through his chest,“You got a thing for my neck, don’t ya?”
“Maybe”, you mumbled with a grin on your lips and a slightly teasing tone in your voice back, a chuckle leaving also your mouth as you pressed another kiss on his skin.
You could feel that you began to loose up a little, allowing the happiness about the fact that he had left his wives for you stream back into your body, accompanied by the comfortable and safe feeling you had when you were with him.

You shifted slightly up his body until your lips could place on his and caress them softly, all while he still held you tightly as deep, content growls let his chest vibrate against your body.
For a short moment and just as your lips let go of his, you caught his still sleepy glance looking at you, his lips forming into a small smirk against yours.

All before he held you a little tighter and rolled you beneath him, a strained and sleepy grunt leaving his lips before you could feel his weight pressing in on you.
“Shit, didn’t go as smooth as I thought”, he grumbled with a drowsy chuckle as his hot breath hit your skin. 
“Still too dozy?”, you asked with a small laugh back as he leaned in and let his lips meet yours again.
“Mhmm”, he grumbled as an answer against your skin, before his answer turned into a deep content hum while his salt and pepper stubble scratched softly against your skin.

With the next kiss you melted into him, beginning to lose yourself in him like he lost himself in you, just like in the night before.
It was all still slow, maybe even a little lazy as the drowsiness was still stuck in him, the warm and comfy bed throwing in the rest as you could feel that not just you, but also him needed to feel the other one to relax and to let go of the thoughts that wanted to conquer both of your minds.

Negan’s warm hands were roaming slowly over your body, feeling you thoroughly up and rising the heat in you while the effect you had on him was clearly palpable through his grey sweatpants as he adjusted himself just a tiny bit.
“You know what? I know some shit that can help loosing us the fuck up”, he mumbled still with that raspy sleep voice against your lips, the small grin on his lips clearly audible before just a small approving hum of yours let him dive back into another kiss.

Slowly, each kiss got deeper, each touch got more longing and each layer of the clothes you were wearing got less.
And all that intensified until you could feel his bare skin against yours again.
Your legs slung back around his hips, his arms holding you tightly as his lips brushed over your skin, leaving warm shivers behind that washed in comfortable waves through your body.
His deep voice lulled you into a lighthearted trance, your finger’s ran into his dark and still tousled hair and dug softly into his skin as soon as you felt him eventually sinking deeply into you, filling you up with a pleasure you couldn’t even put into words. 

Long, slow and drawn out thrusts let breathy moans leave your lips as you clung onto him, gradually feeling as if there truly was only you and him.
And it stayed this way, this slow and even sensual, his sleepy glance finding yours between some deep kisses while you could feel that the purpose in these moments wasn’t to fulfill the hunger and longing that were still lingering in both of you, but rather to just feel each other as close as possible.

His arms kept holding you tightly, his body pressed just as tightly against you while everything felt at ease for these moments.
His hips moved in rhythm with yours, sending intoxicating waves of pleasure through your body as he thrusted deeper and filled the room with deep growls and groans that were accompanied by your soft moans.
Every tiny bit of both of your bodies seemed to touch and to melt into one another as you sunk more and more into a trance that fully filled you up with the lightheartedness his touch managed to create in you.
And even though you knew that this kind of sex, this kind that wasn’t in any way there to fill a void or to simply satisfy a need and nothing else, was still something Negan had to turn up again you could feel him letting completely go.

And you stayed this way, this entangled in each other with no clue where you ended and he began until you found him laying right next to you again, his fingertips tracing up and down your back as you shifted on your stomach, watching his glance that was darted at you.
His eyes stayed focused on following his fingers until he caught you and a grin began to grow back on his lips.
“Next time, I’ll fuck you that goddamn hard that you won’t be able to walk for fucking days, you know that, right?”, he chuckled quietly as his fingertips trailed down your spine.
“Yeah, I know”, you mumbled back, a small laugh leaving your lips as you grinned slightly at him through the smile that was still laying on your lips.
“Good”, he said, his brows rising suggestively as he bit his lower lip and leaned in to let his lips meet yours.
“As long as you carry me for those days when I can’t walk”, you joked against his lips as he let out a small throaty chuckle.
“Nah, I fucking want them to see what the hell I did to you”, he teased, grinning widely before you shoved his chest playfully.
Still lowly chuckling you felt him pressing a kiss on your forehead and pulling you into his arms and against his warm chest before you could hear his deep voice rumbling as his hot breath hit your skin.
“But now, hell now, we’re first gonna sleep like on goddamn clouds.”

The scent of coffee was filling up the room in the morning as you found yourself leaning against Negan and trying to keep yourself in the lighthearted mood you had woken up with after last night.
Your hands cupped the warm mug as Negan stretched his long legs out that were once again covered in the grey sweatpants before the arm that had rested around your waist instead reached out to the table.
Eventually, his hand grabbed a small bundle of thin white cloth that was almost as thin as a gauze bandage while you knew, without a word from him, that it would end up around his left wrist.
You couldn’t even exactly remember when, but some day in the past he had told you that the reason he was wearing it was simply because baseball players wore it around their wrists and lower arm as well.

You shifted slightly against him, hearing his throaty chuckle before you heard his voice.
“You wanna put it on?”, he asked a bit teasingly, not actually expecting you to take it before you reached out and grabbed the small bundle.
“Alright”, you just said with a small chuckle, beginning to turn towards him on the couch while his hand already placed in your lap.
“I mean, you’ve already helped me fucking shave”, he chuckled, grinning at you as soon as you looked up at him and remembered the moment that had happened so very long ago.
“So this is the next step, or what?”, you asked laughing, perking your brows up before a wolfish glance washed into his eyes while his tongue slid slowly over his lower lip.
“Nah, next step is shaving somewhere else”, he mumbled grinning, his head nodding down to his crotch just before he rose his voice again.
“Just guess you wouldn’t like that afterwards. Couldn’t rub against your fucking sweet spot anymore”, he purred, grinning even wider as his words had the wished effect on you and made not only a grin but also some heat rush into your cheeks and body.
“Then good, that I’m instead busy with keeping your wrist safe”, you chuckled after a few moments as your glance left him and you began to roll the bundle of cloth around his wrist and arm while his hand still rested on your thigh.

A half hour later Negan stood in the middle of the room, sliding his leather jacket over his broad shoulders before he grabbed Lucille and let his glance meet yours as you shifted slightly on the leather couch.
“You’ll find me in the hall, okay? Just gotta be there and give some stuff to some of my men, just to keep everything in fucking line”, he said before he walked towards you and leaned down until he could place a kiss on your lips.
“We’re taking off in an hour and a half, till then, do whatever keeps you fucking relaxed and the shit thoughts out of your pretty head, alright?”, he mumbled, before pressing another kiss on your lips.
 “Hell, you even got enough time to let yourself a nice ass bath in…still got some of those bath bomb thingies in the cabinet if you like”, he said with a small chuckle as you gave him a small nod and smiled against his lips.
“I’ll give it a try”, you mumbled back, feeling his warm breath on your skin while his hand reached up to cup the side of your face and let his thumb stroke over your skin.
“Great, ‘cause I need you to test it so we can get in this thing together next time”, he grinned uplifting, trying to paint a future you both would like to see before he pressed his lips one last time onto yours.
“See you later”, he mumbled, his hand patting your cheek softly before he made his way towards the door and let Lucille rest carefully on his shoulder.
One last time he looked back, giving you a small and uplifting smile before he opened the heavy wooden doors and eventually vanished behind them.

You took his advice, you actually let yourself a bath in and popped one of those bath bombs in that had the comforting smell of lavender before you gave your best to shut down and keep the thoughts out of your head.
The bubbles smoothed your skin as the warm water enclosed you while you tried to get rid of the small feeling in you that told you how ridiculous, even shitty it was of you to take a bubble bath while both of the sided were getting ready for the final stroke.

Eventually you found yourself back in the bedroom, putting some new clothes on before you caught yourself wearing one presents from each side.
The leather jacket that was by now used up and full with scratches which had once been a gift from Daryl he had found on a run when you had still lived in the prison.
And the other one was the tiny and slim diamond bracelet that dangled softly on your wrist that Negan had gifted you a long while ago.
A small scoff left your lips by the bittersweet feeling the combination of those two things gave you, before your glance went to the wooden door.
You walked towards it, the steps you took feeling heavier with each moment until you grabbed the handle and looked one last time back into the room that had become your home.
Every inch of it was packed full of memories and feelings, that were witnesses of the whole journey of your and Negan’s relationship and which made this room to something more than special.
Every fibre of your body wished that Negan and you would be back here tonight, laying down onto the soft sheets of the bed and fall asleep in each others arms while you had finally found a way out of this conflict.
You knew, deeply down and somewhere in the depths of your mind, that this was more of a dream than reality, but still, that didn’t hinder you from wishing for it as you finally opened the door and left the room behind.

A good bunch of minutes later you arrived at the hall that was filled with people, scurrying and swarming around like busy bees in a beehive.
You leaned yourself against the railing of the upper metallic path that winded around the walls as your glance searched for Negan, trying to find his tall frame underneath the mass of people before four loud shots let your glance snap.

With a small handgun in his hand as he lowered his arm you saw him standing in the middle of the hall, turning towards Eugene and Gabriel after seemingly testing their handmade bullets.
A cold shudder ran down your back as the echoes of the gunshots sounded through your head and your glance caught what Negan had shot at.
A hay roll, topped with a hay stuffed shirt that had Rick’s name written on it in big, black letters.
A harsh gulp travelled down your throat as your glance wandered over and over again over the bulletholes in the shirt, reminding you of what could happen today.
Negan would keep his promise, you knew that especially after the previous day and night but still, things could go horribly wrong.
After all, a promise to try to find a way out would only work if Rick was willing to do that as well and if not, if he would even start to shoot first, you knew that there would be no other possible choice for Negan than shooting back.

While the tension rose once again in your body, you made your way down the stairs until you could find yourself a path through the people.
For a short moment your glance met the ones of some of Negan’s former wives while you could see in their eyes that Frankie and Tanya had now that they were back also heard of the ultimate end of the “arrangement”.
Amber’s eyes were still glaring at you, just like they had done it yesterday but after all this time of him not even visiting them anymore and with it being official now, there was just next to the gratification that still streamed through you, carelessness about whatever they were thinking.

Finally you had left most of the people behind you as your glance met Negan’s which turned a little softer as soon as he recognized your face.
“There you are”, he chuckled enthusiastically, raising his arms slightly before you reached him.
“Here I am”, you said, pressing a small smile into the corners of your lips before you felt him pulling you closer until his lips could press onto yours and pull you into a deep kiss that took you for a moment aback.
“Gotta show them you’re mine”, Negan mumbled teasingly against your lips as soon as he felt how perplexed you had been for a small moment.
“I think they got that way before”, you chuckled back before his laugh and his hot breath hit your skin.
“Well, then I gotta show them what I do to you”, he mumbled, repeating the words from last night before he let with a grin go of you, just as something caught his attention.

“Lance! Duke!”, he called out to the two men that were leading a bunch of other men through the mass, one of them with light blue hair that made you wonder how the hell he had gotten the idea of dying his hair in the middle of an apocalypse.
“Boylan Road.
Map will show you where I’ll be if there’s trouble”, Negan said, grabbing a map out of his pocket before handing it over to the blue-haired guy.
“No, we got this one locked down, Jefe”, he said with a quick hand gesture before he tucked the map back.
“Damn straight you do”, you heard Negan say with an approving nod before the men made their way out of the hall.
“Idiots”, you just heard Negan’s grumble, the glance in his eyes already telling you that those men were part of his plan and with that, more than fucked.

Negan’s hand placed on the small of your back, just as you turned around and saw Eugene and Gabriel still standing at the point where you had seen them from the upper railing.
Gabriel looked better, still not completely well but compared to the states you had seen him in he seemed to be on a better path.
Your glance moved away from Gabe and instead caught Eugene grabbing something out of the pocket of his coat.
“(Y/N), a handgun selected only for yours truly by me”, he said in his stoic way as he held the gun towards you all while you already slowly shook your head.
“Thanks but…you can give it to someone else, I don’t want one”, you said, feeling the tension rising in you once again.
You weren’t gonna shot at anyone today, you didn’t even want it to come that far that you had to, even though the sight of the gun made you painfully realize that it could very well come that far.
And after suppressing this for so long, it now scared the hell out of you.

Eugene shuffled the gun back into his coat, just before Negan gestured smoothly at Gabriel who had watched the scene between you and Eugene as well as he could, letting you realize that he had also seen how close you and Negan were by now.
“Why don’t you tag along, Gabey?”, Negan asked, his fingers making a small and swift gesture, “It’s a nice drive.
I got some shit that I want to confess.”
Negan’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you a little closer as he seemed to notice the tension in your body, before he gave both of them a small nod, ”Now, if you’d excuse us.”

The bright sunlight dazzled you as you found yourself being lead by Negan to a part of the courtyard that was severed from the others.
It seemed even a little peaceful as the only thing that could be heard were the songs of the birds and only in the distance the voices of Negan’s men and some starting engines.
“Thought we needed a small breathing spell before everything starts…saw that you were tensing up again”, Negan said with a harsh gulp as his hand stroke slowly over your arm, his eyes darted at you as you leaned yourself against the wall behind you.
“It’s all just getting real now, we- I can’t even pretend anything else now”, you said, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you could see Negan’s brows perking for a short moment up.
“It’s something else too, huh? Something you haven’t told me yet”, he asked, the concern clearly audible in his voice as you gulping clenched your jaw.
He was right, more than right but the words didn’t want to spill out of your mouth yet.
“Baby?”, he asked again, his hand reaching up to let his fingers lace softly around your chin until he could make you look straight into his worried eyes.
“What if things don’t work out?”, you brought in a whisper out, the single sound of those words letting you cringe and internally wrench in pain.
“All this time, I’ve just been suppressing it because I’m the awful master of bottling shit up…I  just keep telling myself that it won’t go south but I can’t just think anymore that it’s just gonna be alright…’cause it couldn’t”, it broke out of you, saying all those words you had kept yourself from saying or even thinking about over the last time ,“The thing with the guns there just gave me the last push to realize it.”

Negan gulped harshly, a deep sigh falling from his lips as you could tell from the glance in his eyes how much fear was rising in him as well, simply regarding your future together in case he had to shoot at the people you still called family.
“So what if things don’t work out?”, you whispered again, the tingling in your nose already showing you that there were tears that just waited for their moment to shoot into your eyes.
“I don’t know”, his voice brought out, breaking slightly at the end as his deeply worried glance met yours for a moment before it trailed off, not able to take the  view of seeing the pain that displayed in your face.

The tears began to find their way into your eyes now, the desperation and tension that had build up trying to find a valve before you felt the first tear falling down your cheek.
“Shit”, you growled frustrated to yourself, wiping the tear forcefully off your skin as you could feel the anger about yourself growing in your body.
“The last day I didn’t cry on was just a fucking tearless day because I was unconscious”, you growled, frustrated about yourself, frustrated about the whole situation that made you feel more and more weak and helpless with every passing moment ,”I feel like some whiney bitch who doesn’t have anything under control anymore.”
With that, Negan’s glance snapped up again, his brows puckering angrily.
“Bullshit, you’re no whiney bitch, don’t talk like that about yourself”, he sternly growled before his brows loosened up again and his glance turned softer as he let out a deep sigh and pulled you into his embrace.
“Just been a lot this last time, too fucking much”, he mumbled into your hair as soon as you leaned your face against his neck, closing your eyes to feel every bit of his warmth to let it calm you down.

Negan’s hand reached up for a moment, stroking over your hair before it trailed down your back and eventually let his arms tighten again.
“We’ve been through so much goddamn crap together. We’ll get through this too…”, he quietly said, his head leaning against yours as you could feel him gulping heavily ,”I won’t let this shit make me lose you. I’ve lost…I’ve lost Lucille, I won’t lose you. Not gonna happen.”
His voice was still a little shaky as he pulled you once again closer, as if it would prevent anything that was trying to tear you both apart from ripping you away from him.
“No matter what the hell that means”, he added, a weird mix of determination, fear, sternness and shakiness laying in his voice as a tiny bit of relief washed into you as you slowly backed away to look at him, just before you could feel him pressing a kiss onto your lips, that felt like its purpose was to calm you both down.
“I’ll keep my promise as fucking much as I can”, he mumbled against your lips, your eyes still closed as you felt him cradling you against his body.
“I know.”

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…Probably…Any second now”, you heard Negan say, a tiny smirk on his lips while he was fully in the role of the leader again, the shakiness from before completely gone out of his voice and instead he sounded confident again.
He leaned back in the passenger seat in the front of the car that was moving over the highways, while you sat in between Gabriel and Eugene, trying to get comfortable and trying to keep your legs under control in the tiny space you had left.
“Now, those men I sent out down there on that road setting up that roadblock with the dead not knowing they’re joining their cold asses any second”, Negan continued, his hand stroking for a short moment over his jaw and stubbly cheek.
“Because Rick and his band of pricks, they’re gonna hit them hard. You know, I don’t enjoy sacrificing my own people. You know that, right?”, he asked, leaning back a little more while there was this tiny bit in his voice that let you know that even though he had changed the plan already a little, he still wasn’t fully comfortable with it.
“I mean, those guys back there, they came up with Simon. Some of us had to take one for the team, it may as well be them”, he added, justifying his purposes while you could feel Gabe shifting slightly next to you.

“I still don’t understand”, the priest said, just before you heard Negan’s voice again.
“Ricky was slipped some intel, make him think he can get the jump on me. The thing is, it came from a less-than-reliable source, so if I were him, I’d be scouting ahead”, Negan said, his eyes wandering for a short moment through the rear view to you before he looked to the road again, “Taking out that little road-block crew is gonna make Rick think he’s got the real story, where I’ll really be. They’ll come to get me. But, see, that is the trap. And that is how we will get them. They’re going to find a map with the time and place I’ll be and they’re gonna believe it. Because they will have killed all those poor bastards”

“So that’s it? That’s your confession? When you spoke before, you seemed almost as if you didn’t want it to happen”, Gabriel said after Negan had told him about some more details, just as you could see Negan gulp.
“It ain’t about want, Gabey.
It never was”, he breathed out, a sternness and tension in his voice before he let out a sigh.
“Still doesn’t have to be that way, but that’s also in your friend’s Rick’s hands He’s gotta decide if he’s gonna switch the very last brain cells he got left on or if that fucker’s gonna continue that “I’m gonna kill you crap”. Be fucking aware of that, Gabe”, Negan continued after looking through the rear view at you again, as if he was reminding you that the promise was still very present in his head.

You could feel Gabriel’s glance sticking on you before you turned your head slightly, looking into his eyes that were still slightly blood rimmed while his brows puckered in disbelief.
“I don’t understand you”, he muttered almost inaudible, his words letting a small shiver run through your body, “How can you-”
Before Gabe’s sentence could finish the car drove a sudden and harsh curve, Laura’s voice at the steering wheel scoffing and cursing about a walker.
Within seconds the glance in Gabriel’s eyes changed, his head and body turned away from you as you suddenly heard the clicking of the door.

And with that it sprung open, Gabriel rolling his body out of the still driving car while you gasped in shock, hearing Negan’s loud cursing echoing through your head while you still stared at the open door.

“Hang back! He can’t see crap”, you heard Negan’s loud voice boom as soon as you had slipped out of the car, your eyes searching for Gabriel who was by now probably already running into the depths of the forest.
“Shit”, you grumbled under your breath just as you began to walk next to Negan, his face all tensed up while his jaw clenched tightly.
You didn’t even know what as about to happen now, what Gabriel would face after doing something like this but you already knew that it wouldn’t be something nearly good.

You let out a tight breath as you got deeper into the woods. seeing Eugene vanishing somewhere in front of you between the trees while you kept on making fast and harsh steps through the underwoods.
“Look at you.
Where does your faith go when you truly need it? Hmm? Seems to me it’s the only time worth holding on to”, you heard Eugene’s voice say just before you caught him behind a few trees, his hand raised as he pointed a gun directly at Gabriel’s head.
Another tight breath left your lips as you could see Negan beginning to strut towards him, Gabriel’s eyes meeting yours for a moment before Negan patted Eugene’s shoulder.
“Sorry, Eugene.
I’m gonna have to call dibs on Gabey boy myself”, Negan said, your head snapping with in anger puckered brows towards him as Lucille’s end harshly met Gabe’s stomach before he sunk groaning to his knees. 
Seemingly catching your reaction from the corner of his eyes, Negan sighed deeply, his glance shortly meeting yours before he let out a deep scoff.
“You got some assload of luck, Gabe. More than your sorry ass deserves”, Negan growled, the muscles in his cheek twitching slightly before he looked up at the Saviors that had followed you and were now approaching.
“Load him into the car”, Negan growled, gesturing at Gabriel before his men grabbed him until he watched them shoving Gabriel back towards the cars.
You let out a deep sigh before you heard Negan’s voice as he turned a bit towards you.
“He really got luck that you’re here…without you, I’d ended his goddamn ass.”

The rest of the drive was quiet, Gabriel was now sitting in another car while you had taken his place on the seat behind Negan.
You passed countless of fields and parts of the forest until the cars began to leave the paved road and instead made their way up a grassy hill that looked way too peaceful to be the ground for an upcoming battle.
“Stop, right here. The others can gather around us, tell them that”, Negan said as you were almost at the top of the hill right before the engine of the car stopped and Laura hopped out of the car to inform the Saviors that were driving up the hill behind you.
Negan shifted in his seat, turning slightly around before his eyes could look at Eugene who still sat completely stiff on the other side of the car.
“And you Eugene, you’re gonna get your ass outside as well and take care of the last guns”, Negan said, his head nodding to the door as he cleared his throat slightly.
“Yes, Sir”, he muttered with a strong nod before he got himself out of the vehicle as well and shut the door with a small thud.
“Got any orders for me?”, you asked jokingly, trying to loose yourself up as a grin grew on Negan’s lips.
“Nah, just stay in the backseat, I’m gonna join you in a sec.”

Moments later he let himself fall next to you on the backseat, a scoff leaving his grinning lips as soon as you could feel his body against yours.
“Shit, now I realized I could’ve used that opportunity”, he grumbled with a throaty chuckle, his brows moving suggestively up, the wolfish glance grew in his eyes as his tongue ran slowly over his lips.
“Well now you’ve squandered that chance”, you teased, feeling how he laid an arm around you before you let yourself sink against his side and laid your head onto his shoulder.
“Ah I know, but the next fucking chance to get you on your knees will come”, he chuckled lowly, his arm slinging a little tighter around you before it got quiet for a moments as you closed your eyes and tuned out the voices of the men and women outside that were getting themselves ready.

“In a few minutes we’ll step outside this shit car and get this done. We’ll find a fucking way, okay?”, Negan mumbled into your hair, his gloved hand reaching up to stroke a loose hair strand back while the warmth and smoothness of the soft leather send warm waves through your body.
“And then, next time we step back in here we’ll be on our way home”, he said, pulling you a little closer as you could feel his lips forming into a mix of a smile and a grin against your skin as he continued,”And as fucking soon as we’re there we’ll swing our asses into the kitchen, you’ll let your man make some tasty as shit spaghetti and we’ll round off the evening by fucking on the goddamn table till its legs break.”
“Sounds good, huh?”, he added with a small throaty laugh as a chuckle left your lips.
“Very good”, you quietly laughed, letting him loose you up and distract you as long as he could.
“Oh and by the way, I got a very special treat for you as dessert”, he grinned, letting his hips jerk slightly up while another chuckle left your lips.
“Wonder what it could be”, you teased back, leaning your head some more into the nook of his neck while the hot breath that escaped his lips as soon as another chuckle left them hit your skin softly.

You let out a content sigh, forcing yourself to stay in this mood until the moment would come everything of this would turn utterly serious.
“Dwight, over here. Now, Idiot”, a man outside scoffed, letting you first know that Negan had taken Dwight here as well and with that, some memories from last night washed back into your mind, even more as you felt Negan tensing slightly up.

Slowly, you leaned back until you could look at him, his arm still keeping you close while a small gulp traveled down your throat.
“This whole betrayal shit with Simon and Dwight…I know that’s still weighing on you”, you quietly mumbled, a tight breath leaving his lips as his glance met yours before you rose your voice again.
“Now I haven’t said it yesterday…but I just wanted you to know, that no matter who or how many might turn on you…I always got your back”, you mumbled, still a bit surprised by yourself how easily these last few but deep words left your lips.

A big smile grew on Negan’s lips, not a grin, not a smirk, just a big and heartfelt smile that stayed on his lips as he pulled you back into his embrace and cradled you against his leather clothed chest.
“I fucking always got your back too, you know that, right?”, he mumbled into your hair as he kept you for moments tightly against him while his reaction let some happiness stream back into your body.
“Yeah”, you muttered into the warm skin of his neck, hearing him letting out a small, content hum as you stayed for moments like this until you felt him shifting as the voices outside the car and on the hill began to mix some more.

“Alright, then lets get out and face this”, he eventually said as you backed a little away, his gloved hand giving yours a small, uplifting squeeze before you heard the clicking sound of the opening door.

And then you stepped out, back into the reality that would decide over your future.


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• As soon as he notices someone who’s taking too much of that specific liking in you, him beginning to keep an eye on that person, especially when they’re trying to get some similar shifts as you or just “randomly” meets you in the hallways or in the hall

• Him trusting you, no question, but simply the thought of someone taking you away from him or trying to show that they’re better for you lets an ice-cold shudder run down his spine

• Him turning to show more that you’re with him and taken, including wrapping his arms around you when the person is close or even suddenly pulling you into a deep kiss

• Him turning quiet and even a little grumpy when he hears you, even though innocently, talking about the person in any way, just not liking that this person is getting this kind of attention from you

• Him here and there definitely using his higher position to prevent them from purposely taking the same shifts as you or simply trying to schedule them on other runs when they’ve tried to go on one with you

• Him being acting cold whenever he is around that person, but mostly rather trying to avoid them in any way in the first place

• When you’re with him, it being a constant back and worth between him being tensed up and even frustrated, and him trying to search for your closeness to assure himself and you that no one else gets between you

• All that intensifies until you get what’s happening and reassure him that neither this person nor anyone else is a danger to your relationship 

• And even though he believes you and feels utter relief, if this person still tries to get too close to you, him making a step towards them to warn them about what he could make happen if they don’t keep their hands off of you


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