Category: twd prompt


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Winter Special! Warning: Only a bit mild smut


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


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Imagine for the finale of season 9

Summary: While the blizzard causes havoc Alexandria, Negan and the Reader have to face enormous challenges in the iciness of the raging storm that stretches them to their limit

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)


Harsh wind was hitting the house, jerking the wooden panels that were covering it as the snow storm outside was beginning to fully enclose it in its icy depths. 
A few months had passed since the bloody massacre at the fair, allowing the deepest winter to fully set in and invoke a blizzard that forceful that it had demanded its consequences for every community.
By now it had forced half of Alexandria’s residents to split up to houses with large fireplaces that could warm each and every one of them, while the other half including Michonne was out there, helping the Kingdom’s citizen to move to the Hilltop after the winter had given its community the rest.
And while the storm was raging outside, you found yourself huddled up in the meeting room, along with Negan who was chained with one hand to a folding cot and had much to your relieve been finally allowed to tag along with you and leave his prison that would have turned into an icy death cell for him.
Cuddled into his side you watched the others pulling blankets over their freezing bodies as they shifted over their chairs or stumbled closer towards the flickering flames in the large fireplace, yearning to get a little of its heat.
“C’mere, still got this fucker here”, you heard Negan’s low voice mumble as he felt you shivering as well, dragging the blanket that had rested folded on the bed over to you and spread it over your legs before pulling you closer against his side again.
“Thank you”, you mumbled, reaching out to the blanket’s edge to pull it over his legs as well, before he stopped you quickly as he enclosed your hand in his and guided it back to your legs.
“Nope, all for you”, he mumbled as you shot him a questioning glance, “I’m all fine and warm, and with that little change of scene I can only feel fuckin’ great.”
He chuckled softly, the spark of excitement still stuck in his eyes as he wrapped his arm a little tighter around your waist to keep you in his warmth.
For a moment, you sunk some more against him, allowing to let your glance sway around the room once more, capturing Rosita, Siddiq and Gabriel by the fireplace that had watched the scene between the both of you closely, with a look on Rosita’s face as if she was seeing a mirage.

“Aunt (Y/N), look at my picture”, RJ’s voice echoed through the room, pushing your glance to the boy who had until now sat at the table with some toys and crayons and who was now stumbling towards you and Negan.
“Wow, now that’s awesome”, you softly chuckled as soon as he held it towards you, glancing over the drawn people that resembled his family and friends.
“That’s you”, he mumbled pointing proudly to one of the figures while you felt Negan shifting closer towards you.
“Damn buddy, you’re one hell of an artist”, he mumbled chuckling, before he shifted a little closer to your body and nodded towards the figure that was supposed to be you, “Looks just like her.”
“But there’s something missing…”, RJ huffed, pondering as he looked at the paper in his hands.
“Well maybe you can draw some trees and flowers, now that it’s all white outside we can use a little green, huh?”, you asked, smiling at him as he slowly began to nod.
“Hmm yeah”, he mumbled, before he softly grumbled ,”But I can’t find the green crayon.”
“Wait, I’ll take a look, alright? Maybe I can find some”, you said, nodding at the bunch of boxes in one edge of the room, half of them rests of what the others had brought from the fair while the others had always stayed in the meeting house, partly toys for the kids, partly random things that didn’t really belong anywhere else.
Hefting yourself up you pushed the blankets onto Negan’s legs, giving him a smile as RJ was already stumbling back to his seat at the table while you made your way towards the boxes.
Step by step you began to get a look at them, trying to figure out which ones were worthy to take a look at before you reached out for a small wooden one that seemed like made for stuffing crayons and other utensils into its inside.
Pondering you clipped it open, using the dimmed light in the room as much as you could to catch what was inside before your glance caught everything else than crayons. Most of it were small forged goods, a couple rings of different sizes, balls, hooks and other small items that shimmered slightly in the light.
“That’s one of the boxes from the fair…think Earl forged them just as demonstration for the kids”, you heard Siddiq’s voice behind you say, moving your glance to him for a moment as he nodded to box in your hands.
“Ah okay”, you mumbled back, slowly nodding as you watched him walking back towards Rosita before you glanced back inside the box, allowing your glance to fall back on the rings as another memory sparked up in you. You’d never been able to find a fitting ring for Negan as counterpart to yours, not in these few months, but one of the white gold shimmering rings finally actually seemed like it could fit him. if you’d close the lid now, probably no one would ever find a real use in it again, nobody would actually use nor need it again, except for you.
For a short moment, you pondered, before picking the ring up and sliding it into your jackets pocket, hoping to be able to give it to Negan as soon as you were alone and the storm was over. And so you closed the lid to the other rings and goods, just to move on with the next goods until you finally found more crayons and pencils four or five boxes later.

“There you go”, you said to RJ as you handed him the box, including one bright green and one darker one that laid inside, watching his face light up as he pulled his warm hat a little more over his head before reaching towards the box.
“Thank you”, he mumbled smiling, right before he began to draw again, keeping himself distracted from the cold that was still swinging through the room despite the big fireplace.
“I swear to God, I have memorized every square inch of this room. And it still feels like a party”, Negan’s voice brought your attention back to him as you watched him glancing around the room with a big smile plastered on his face, showing once that he enjoyed the storm or rather the effects it had by far more than anybody else.
“A never-ending party from hell”, Rosita retorted from the other side of the room as she sat huffing down on one of the free chairs and stroke over her larger growing baby bump, as a thicker chuckle left Negan’s lips.
“I mean, sure, all right. It smells like a goddamn barn in here, all bored shitless, but-”
“Language!”, Judith’s voice rose up from your left, as she turned from the window to Negan for a moment.
“Sorry. Sorry, kiddo”, Negan said, raising his hands in defense before hushing himself as he pressed his pointing finger against his lips, only to chuckle as he nodded towards Rosita, Siddiq, Gabe and Eugene who was still sitting beside them by a table ,”But, I mean, we’ve got ourselves this hot little love quadrangle here to entertain us. It’s like Christmas to me.”
“Well, maybe they’re just as miserable at Aaron’s or Barbara’s”, you could hear Siddiq grumble before the moment his voice hushed Negan’s rose again.
“Gabe, your girl’s doc is also your girl’s baby daddy, which kind of begs the question: Do you ever wonder what the hell was going on in there when she has her “appointments”?”, you could tell he enjoyed the hell out of this, to be able to get a little back and tease them, have the fun that was else going on his cost by having to stay in his cell, so instead of shooting him a warning glance you just shook your head with a growing grin on your face and a laugh you had to choke down.
“You could try to be a little less predictable”, Gabriel huffed, stepping a little closer towards Negan who placed his hand above his heart and bit his lip, restraining a thicker chuckle.
“Ahh. That hurts, Gabe, truly.”
“You know, we’re all grown-ups here. And none of us would ever let that ruin the longstanding friendships and mutual respect we have”, he said, a little too calm as Negan slowly began to nod even though the twinkle in his eyes showed you that there was more waiting.
“You know what? You’re right. That is a very mature attitude, Father”, he mumbled, the corners of his lips twitching and you could literally watch the anticipation and roguishness spread all over his face as he nodded at Gabriel, “…Not The Father.”
Having to swallow down another laugh you walked grinning over to his side again, biting your lip as you felt the grin grow even wider on your lips as you plumped down next to him.
”Ha! Is that unpredictable enough for you?”, Negan chuckled as you glanced past the odd love triangle right at Eugene who had to bite a grin back as well, giving away what he was secretly thinking about this whole situation as well.
Much differently was the expression on Gabriel’s face, annoyed and a little tense as he huffed slightly, trying to keep it together and make himself look as if this all was rushing past him, even though it was no secret that Negan’s teases actually hit the nail right on the head.
“Maybe you shouldn’t put that much attention on our relationship and instead focus on yours”, Gabriel said, forcing his voice to be sharp as you could only feel Negan taking your hand into his and squeezing it lightly as he shook his head towards the priest.
“Oh Gabey, between my wife and me is everything more than peachy and crystal clear”, he proudly but teasingly said, sending a warm shiver down your back the moment you heard the word ‘wife’ echoing through the room. You’d heard him mumble it to you before since the ring was adorning your finger, in a teasing or loving manner and every time it had gave you that tingling feeling in your whole body but stuck in that cell, he had never said it in front of others than maybe a guard.
So now, hearing him say it out loud and with that swing of proudness in his voice that even trumped the tease in it, the wave of warmth that washed through you was even stronger.
You couldn’t keep a bigger smile from forming on your lips, that kind of smile that you could’t get off your face regardless of the fact that you should rather nudge him gently into the side to get him off of Gabriel’s back.
“Which I wouldn’t exactly say ‘bout the tangle of relationships you got there”, he chuckled, biting his lips as he saw Gabriel’s annoyed reaction as he turned around.
“Once I’m out I at least gotta have some fun”, Negan mumbled in the very next moment into your ear, chuckling softly as you glanced over at him.
“Yeah, think I’ve noticed that”, you teased with a chuckle, this time actually nudging him softly into his side before leaning in to rest your head onto his shoulder. 
“Jude, don’t sit so close to the window”, pushed your attention back to the room as you heard Siddiq’s voice and watched Judith pulling the curtain back over the window as she shifted nervously over her chair.
“Hey, kiddo, you still worried about that mutt?”, Negan asked the very next moment as Judith stood up from her spot and slowly nodded while she stumbled towards you.
“Daryl told me to take care of him while he helped the Kingdom move to Hilltop”, she sighed, gulping as she sat down by one of the chairs by the folding cot you were resting on, “I don’t know where he is.”
“Dog’s gonna be all fine, alright?”, you said, trying to sound as convincing and soothing as you could as you leaned towards her,”Not his first winter outside and dogs know how to live in such a weather, much better than humans do. He’s all okay.”
For a moment she stayed quiet, still thickly gulping as if she had to swallow her worry down, rising the tension and the worry you had as well in you too. It was true, Dog was much better at being outside than anybody in this room, still, out there was a fucking blizzard raging and you could only hope that he was all fine.
“Hmm”, she finally mumbled, nodding softly as she glanced at you, rising a little of the tension off your own body before you heard Negan’s voice rising beside you.
“Does anybody else smell something?”
“Can you stop being such an asshole?”, Siddiq huffed as you furrowed your brows, breathing in as you could suddenly feel the slightly biting smell traveling up your nose as well. 
“No, he’s right. Something does smell funky in here”, you could hear Rosita say as she stroked over her belly, wrinkling her nose as she glanced around the room, trying to find its source.

The whole room was growing restless, shifting and glancing nervously around, before your eyes fell on Eugene who suddenly had a horror written all over his face as if he was seeing into the eyes of death.
“Get away from there”, his voice shouted as he rushed towards the fireplace, sending a jolt through your body as he pushed Siddiq and Gabriel away from the fire, away from the flames that bursted into an explosion in the very next moment.

Coldness came after the blast of heat, darkness that was only pushed through by the dim lights of the flashlights as Eugene was half stuck in the defunct fireplace, inspecting whatever the hell had just happened while your heart rate was slowly going back to normal.
“As I suspected. The chimney flue is completely gunkified. What singed your nostrils earlier was no doubt a toxic mixture of creosote and H2O. Blizzard’s done some tearing and blaring”, he called out as he was slowly crawling back out, standing with a huff out as he looked into questioning faces,“And our chimney’s ventilation capabilities are nil to none. It’d be unwise to spark up another blaze lest we plan on ceasing all respiratory functions, a. k. a. smoking and choking.”
“God, I missed you, Eugene”, you heard Negan chuckle beside you as Eugene glanced grumbling to the him and gulped thickly.
“I can’t say the same.”
“You know, without a fire, we’ll never get these people warm enough”,Siddiq mumbled as he crossed his arms, shivering and glancing pondering into the round.
“Yeah, we should leave before the temperature drops any lower”, Rosita mumbled back, pulling her jacket tighter over her body as you could feel Negan pulling you closer into his own warmth.
“I’d have some ideas how to keep you warm”, he lowly chuckled into your ear, teasingly squeezing your waist through the thick fabric that was covering your body as you let out a small, laughing snort.
“Yeah, I can imagine that”, you chuckled back, glancing up into his eyes as he gave you a toothy grin before Gabriel’s voice tore you from Negan’s glance.
“Okay, folks, contingency plan. We’re going to Aaron’s house. It’ll be tight quarters, but we’ll make it work.”

For the first time in a while the people in the meeting room were moving quickly to pool in the middle of the house, grabbing a piece of rope Gabriel had found in the back of the room that was supposed to keep all of you together on your way to your new Sanctuary.
All except for Negan.
He was still tied to the bed, dragging the long iron chain with him as he huffed thickly, “So none of you assholes are gonna get that shit off of me? Or what?”
“We could tell Michonne it was an accident”, she said, a sly smirk on her lips as she glanced at him while you rolled your eyes at her. “And I could tell Michonne a whole different story, so now-”, you said annoyed, motioning towards her hand that was still holding the small silver key. Sighing she shrugged her shoulder before she threw it towards you, enough for you to barely catch it before you quickly unlocked the chains and freed Negan from the cuffs.
”Fuckin’ finally”, he grumbled, rubbing the part of his wrist the metal had dug into before he nudged you gently towards the others, “Now lets get goin’ Baby before those idiots take off without us.”

“Right behind you”, you heard Negan hum only a couple minutes later as you took your place at the rope, holding tightly onto it as his hand stroke soothingly over your side, assuring you that he was right there, ready to step out into the coldness.
Sighing you shuffled over the wooden ground, pulling your jacket closer over your body, bracing yourself as the large doors that lead right into the storm suddenly swung open.
The wind was immediately funneling through the room, carrying snow into the house as a shudder ran down your back, elicited by the frostiness that was filling the air while you watched the people in front of you starting to move, one after one beginning to disappear in the raging blizzard.
The icy coolness was biting into your skin the moment you stepped out of the house, the wind pushing the cold into your exposed face while you tried to clamp onto your part of the rope until you could feel it digging through your gloves.
You couldn’t see anything that was more than a couple meters in front of you, part of the group seemingly disappeared along with the rope into the white mess you were going through. Nuzzling your nose into the fabric of your scarf that was wrapped around your neck and the lower half of your face, you tried to let your breath warm at least this part of your face a little up, as the other froze the more snow hit your skin.
Each step seemed to get harder as you shuffled through the snow covered ground and felt your breath growing heavier with every moment as you were trying to keep your eyes open, resisting the urge to close them in response to the harsh wind and the thick snowflakes it brought along with it.
You tried to keep a concept of time, tried to figure out where you were in Alexandria based on figures and snow covered beets you passed even though the storm gave you an awful time doing so.
Here and there you could figure some of these pinpoints out, find out that you were about somewhere halfway on the path to Aaron’s house.
All that while the freezing coldness was slowly finding its way through the layers of your thick clothes, crawling beneath your skin to push the warmth out of your body.
Shivering you glanced forward, just before you flinched as you heard the loud barking of a dog that echoed through the storm, just before a young voice tore through it as well.
“Dog? Wait, Dog!”, Judith’s voice called out, only seconds before you could see her small figure letting go off the rope a few meters in front of you, running of into the storm as a rush of adrenaline and worry tore through your veins.
“Judith”, you called out, almost simultaneously with Negan’s deep and booming voice behind you, the same panic swinging through it as it did through yours as Judith disappeared in the white mess.
You could only feel the worst scenarios running through your head, a ten year old in a snow storm, following Dog’s barks until she would get lost.
You were almost in trance as you saw Negan letting go of the rope behind you and felt your legs beginning to run as well, following him into the storm before you caught him stopping as soon as he noticed that you were by his side.
“Stay behind, I don’t want you to get hu-”
“I won’t let you go alone”, you called back, even though you were standing right beside him, trying to be loud enough for him to understand you in the storm ,”We’ll find her together.
He was looking at you through his squinted eyes, more and more thick snowflakes got stuck in his short black hair and the salt and pepper beard stubble, turning both of it almost white before he finally nodded and grabbed your hand.
Making sure you stayed by his side, taking care of that you wouldn’t lose each other as well his fingers intertwined with yours as the both of you already began to march as fast as you could through the snow, only hearing Rosita call for the other’s out to stay in line and Siddiq yelling Judith’s name.
No one else followed you into the blizzard as you fought your way though it, calling for Judith while the iciness of the wind bit into your skin and pushed more warmth out of your limbs, slowly turning your feet into blocks of ice.
“Judith”, your by now strained voice called out once again along with Negan, your eyes scanning the surrounding in hope to see at least an outline of Judith but instead there was nothing but whiteness and debris flying through the freezing air, carried by the harsh wind.
You could hear the panic growing in his voice, his hand’s grasp tightening and pulling you closer just a second before a blood freezing scream of his boomed through the air and the corners of your eyes caught him sinking to the ground.
Calling his name in horror-striken fear you sunk to your knees next to him, your eyes catching a large spot on his upper leg that was soaking his pants in dark red blood.
“Fuckin’ rubble”, he called groaning out, holding his leg as he squirmed on the snowy ground and rose the panic within you.
“Fuck, fuck”, you mumbled, reaching out for him as you could only imaging what the hell was laying beneath the cut pants.
“It’s okay….Baby, I’m okay”, he panted, obviously lying for your sake as he squirmed  right before he glanced up and looked straight into your eyes,”We have to keep searching.”
Slowly, you nodded, knowing that he was right no matter how much worry was striking through you, especially as he began to heft himself with your help up, clenching his jaw to not groan in pain and worry you even more.
“I got you”, you said, wrapping your arm around his back as much as you could, trying to support his tall and broad figure a little as he limped next to you through the storm.
“Judith”, Negan’s voice boomed, breaking a little at the end by the pain that stick through him and made him flinch against you even though he kept fighting to walk through the storm.
You called her name once more as well, right in the moment as you heard Dog’s bark closely to you, only meters from you somewhere in the white mess.
Turning the both of you tried find your way to the bark’s source, step by step until you could suddenly see Judith’s small figure appearing next to the Dog’s in the middle of some snow covered beets, holding onto a makeshift leash.
You could just hear her call a faint “I’m here” as you could see her more and more while you stumbled towards her.
Relief washed over you as you realized that you had actually found her, even more as Dog walked wiggling his tail towards you both and Negan crouched down to hold him by its leash.
“Hey….hey”, he mumbled as he stroke over the dog’s head, a smile growing on both of your lips as you stumbled towards Judith.
“Are you okay?”, you asked, your voice strained as you leaned down to her, trying to look close enough at her through the storm to see her face clearly, before she slowly nodded as you stroke over her back to soothe her a little.
“I’m okay”, she said, her cheeks already pink with beginnings of frostbite and her lips trembling from the cold while you saw Negan stumbling closer.
“We’re goin’ somewhere safe, gonna throw you over my shoulder now, alright?”, Negan chuckled, trying even in this moment to light the mood a little as she nodded once more while you stepped closer, reaching for his hand as he glanced at you.
“Not gonna let you do it all alone, give me Dog”, you said, trying to let your cold lips from a small grin, before you quickly took the leash out of his hand to not strain him even more than carrying a ten year old in his condition take.
“Alright”, he said back, giving you a small smile and a nod before he heft Judith over his shoulder and you began your way through the storm, once more.

Every single inch of your body seemed to be covered in a sheet of freezing coldness that pressed through your snow covered clothes while the makeshift leash cut through your gloves as Dog fought his way through the blizzard just as you did.
You were wandering towards a barn to make a shirt stop there, to hide from the biting wind and get as ready as you could for the longer part of the way to Aaron’s house.
“And we’re here”, Negan panted as he let Judith down the moment you could hide away in the shadow of the barn, leaning her against the wall as you crouched down next to the both of them, pulling dog closer to shield him as well.
The moment you could settle Dog next to you your glance fell back on Judith, on her trembling lips and the red cheeks, then on Negan who was freeing himself of his thick jacket and wrapped it in the matter of seconds around her.
“Here you go”, you hear him pant, tucking her in as well as he could while you saw her still shaking body, felt the worry still keeping a strong hold on you as you took the first thing you could grab and slid your scarf off your neck.
Leaning towards her and trying to still keep a strong hold on Dog you suddenly felt Negan grab you by your arm, “Baby-”
“We’re in this together, aren’t we?”, you said, already knowing that he’d rather peel the rest of his clothes off only so you didn’t have to lose a single thing, but that wasn’t gonna happen on your watch.
He was already hurt, he didn’t have to freeze more, especially because you could deal with one less layer as well.
You could feel Dog tugging a little, growing restless as he strayed a little from the barn’s wall, pushing you to turn your back on Judith and Negan and instead take care of keeping him close.
“Hey, Dog…come here”, you said, keeping your voice soft as you enticed him back to you as you heard Negan behind you trying to cheer Judith up.
“You know, I know why you’re doing this”, you heard him mumble, the grin clearly sounding through his voice while you watched Dog waddling closer towards you ,”You’re just trying to get a little extra Negan time, aren’t you?”
A smile grew on your from the cold trembling lips as you heard his voice, and just as Dog settled next to you again you turned around and saw Negan nodding towards him before glancing at Judith as he wrapped the jacket a little tighter around her.
“Can I tell you something, kid? That dog, he better poop little golden nuggets. You know what I’m saying?”, he chuckled, the sound warm and comforting as it let the smile on your lips a little grow and brought a bit of the warmth back into you were craving so much.
Still, the worry was there and you could see it forming in Judith too as her glance finally caught the bloody and large spot on Negan’s pants.
“Your leg looks like shit”, she mumbled, widening the grin on Negan’s lips as he gave her head a small bump with his own and let that warmth in you grow even wider as he chuckled softly.
“Language, Miss Grimes.”
Grinning from her to you he began to nod slowly as he glanced down to the wound, huffing slightly as he winced the moment he shifted over the ground.
“You noticed, huh? It doesn’t feel great, to tell you the truth”, he grumbled, suddenly shuffling the thinner jacket he wore over his prison suit off his body.
“Wait, what are you doing?”, it blurted out of you, glancing from his shivering body into his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders and got rid off the jacket, attempting to rip part off of it.
“Getting that thing wrapped up”, he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, as if he wasn’t exposing himself even more to the freezing cold of the blizzard.
“You already got one thick less layer, this one goes on me”, you mumbled, already about to find what you could use best before you got quickly stopped.
“No, nope!”, he quickly said, shaking his head as he grabbed the jacket in his hands tighter ,”You got your scarf off too…keep that on, need you to stay warm.”
“No discussion, you won’t freeze more on my watch”, he said, with that tearing off a long piece of the red freeze jacket while you got that there was no way he was gonna let you do this for him, no matter how freezing cold he was.
“It’ll be all right”, he said, giving you a soothing smile before he glanced down at his wound and quickly wrapped the piece of cloth around the spot on his thigh, tied it and pulled it tight in the same moment, eliciting a loud and pain filled groan to fall from his lips that made the worry in you flare up once more.
“It’s okay”, he panted, clenching his jaw before he glanced to the huddled up Judith, “Can believe me that we two are real glad we found you.”
“Alright, we have to get out of this storm now”, you said, feeling how the cold was biting more into your skin, letting you only imagine how cold Negan must be, and how weakened Judith’s body had to be by now, no matter for the clothes that were trying to get her warm again.
“Yeah…yeah, we gotta”, Negan said, nodding slowly before he glanced at Judith again, “Gonna get ya up now, okay kiddo?”
“Yeah”, she mumbled, just before you watched Negan clenching his jaw tightly before he scooped her up and heft his body into a straight posture.
“What’s with dog?”, you heard Judith’s weakened voice ask, the moment Negan was steading himself.
“I got Dog, Jude, He’s here and ready to go”, you said, putting a small smile on your trembling lips, holding the leash a little up as Negan nodded up to let her see what was dangling from your hands.
“See, she’s got him.”
“Thank you”, she mumbled, smiling back, as much as the cold allowed it before you gave her a soft nod and gestured towards the cold mess you were about to dive in again as soon as you’d leave the barn’s wind shadow.
“Okay, I’ll try to find my way to Aaron…just follow me.”

“Shit..fucking storm”, you growled to yourself as you wandered through the blizzard, dog’s leash digging into your hands while you simultaneously tried to find your way to your destination and keep Negan in your eye to not lose him in this mess of a storm.
The cold was creeping up your whole body once more, washing in icy waves over you as you approached one of the houses that were built along Alexandria’s main street. Trying to figure out what it was to gain some more orientation you squinted your eyes a little, scanning over the building until you got close enough to it to finally identify it. Feeling how relief began to flow over you you turned to your right, glancing to Negan in the storm who was trying his best to carry Judith with his injured leg.
“Okay…this is Colin’s house”, you called out, enough for him to hear you through the harsh wind before you nodded towards the snow covered road ,”Aaron’s is just a couple down the street.”
“Thank fuckin’ god”, Negan huffed out, adjusting his posture as you glanced at Judith, who was shivering even with the jacket and scarf on, on the edge to hypothermia if she hadn’t already crossed it.
“Just a little more, you’ll get warm soon”, you said to her, trying to keep your strained voice soothing before you headed towards the street, steady and fulled with a final kick the last part of your way brought into you.
From afar you hadn’t been able to see it, but the closer you got the better you could see the enlightened slits between the curtains that had been pulled tight over the windows to keep the wind from hushing just a little in. And then, you could finally climb up the stairs of the porch, careful, to keep dog by your side and to make sure that Negan wasn’t slipping on the frozen steps.
You dragged yourself the final meters towards the door until you wrapped your hand around its handle and heard voices from inside echoing through the wood of the door.
“We shouldn’t be in here. Should’ve stayed to search too”, you could hear Siddiq’s voice hear, laced with a good bunch of bad conscience before Rosita’s voice cut his off.
“Are you crazy? It’s good that they went after her, they’ll find her…should they freeze their asses off. Better those two than the bunch of us.”
And with that, and  another shivering breath you pushed the handle down, the winds force giving in the rest as the door hit open.

The next minutes felt like you were stuck in a trance, you could feel the warmth immediately hitting your skin, could see Rosita and Siddiq’s eyes widen before the latter one helped you in and closed the door before more freezing cold could enter the house. More of the people who were huddled up in Aaron’s house peaked through the doors, glancing at you and even more at Negan who was still holding on to Judith before Siddiq guided you into the less filled kitchen, ready to help Judith and whatever the storm had turned Negan’s leg into.

It took another half hour before you had gotten rid off the snow covered clothes that had in the houses warmth turned into soaked messes, leaving all three of you clothed in sweatpants and shirts of Aaron’s. By now, you had managed to get the snow clumps out of Dog’s fur so he could huddle up on the carpet, and had gotten Judith right in front of the fireplace and wrapped her up in a all the blankets you could somehow get hold of while Gabriel made tea to get the rest of you warmed up from the inside as well.
Sipping on the hot and fruity tea you glanced at Negan across the room who was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, the injured leg propped up on another while Siddiq tried to take care of the wound as well as he could with the resources he had at hand in Aaron’s home, that was nothing more than a usual first aid kit.
Even though you had frozen the least of the three of you, you could still feel yourself slightly shivering, as you stumbled towards Negan, watching as he clenched his jaw in response to Siddiq’s inspecting touches around the gaping wound that made a thick shiver run down your back as soon as you glanced at it.
“Gonna be fine, just gonna wrap this up and then we’ll take more care of it as soon as we can get to the infirmary…still, you definitely have to rest this, will take a bit till you can fully move it again”, Siddiq mumbled as he began to wrap a bandage around Negan’s leg, letting his leg shake a little whenever Siddiq tightened the plaster a little more. Reaching out you placed your hand on Negan’s shoulder, stroking over the soft fabric of his shirt as Siddiq finished his bandage up and stood up, collecting the rest of the utensils before glancing up at you.
“Alright…then we’re done for now. If something’s off just tell me”, he said, glancing from you to Negan before grabbing his provisory utensils to eventually move them back to the counter’s drawer he had retrieved them from.
“You’ll keep me company, Sweetheart?”, Negan mumbled with a little smirk as he glanced up at you, nodding towards the chair Siddiq had sat on.
“Of course”, you chuckled, rounding him to fall down by his side only to shift the chair a little closer towards him.
“How you’re feeling? Except for the leg?”, you asked, feeling how Negan’s hand wandered to your thigh and let his fingertips caress over your knee.
“Fine as hell, finally warmin’ up again”, he said, running his palm over his stubble and his cheeks that were still a little reddened from something that could have turned into some hurtful frostbite if you had taken even longer to find Aaron’s house,“And you? That’s much more important than how big ol’ Negan’s feelin’”
“Nah, it’s not”, you said with a soft chuckle as you felt his hand enclosing yours, keeping it in its warmth, “But I’m okay, just glad we’re inside.”
“Yeah, I sure am too”, he said before he motioned towards the living room,”Judith’s okay, too?”
“Yeah, she’s sitting in front of the fireplace with Dog, all wrapped up in blankets and sipping her tea”, you said, softly smiling at him as you shuffled your chair a little closer to his side.
“Good”, he nodded with a smile, keeping your hand in his as he caressed it before he glanced around and let you catch a grin that mixed into the smile and was growing a little bigger on his lips.
“Feels like a damn party again”, he laughed quietly, looking at the talking people that were walking through the kitchen or were huddled up in the full living room.
Except for a couple glances, they weren’t even paying too much attention to him anymore, to the lack of hand cuffs or the simple fact that the prisoner was sitting between them.
And it sure didn’t only make Negan happy. 
Of course, the whole situation of the blizzard put other concerns into their heads, still, you were sure that just a year ago a free Negan in the same house would have elicited a whole bunch of other reactions.
“Yeah, it sure does”, you chuckled before you caught him glancing towards his tea that was placed next to him on the big wooden table.
“Just needed to switch that damn tea for some whiskey”, he mumbled with a chuckle as he shook his head slightly, “Pretty sure Gabey and his petty ass gave me that bitter ass herb tea on purpose, except you and Judith got the same shit?”
“No, we had a fruity one. Guess that father-not-the-father thing pissed him more off than he showed”, you chuckled as he throaty laugh left Negan’s lips.
“Well shit, then it was at least worth it”, he said before his eyes suddenly widened and a bigger grin grew over his face, “Y’know what’s great about my shitty ass leg? We two get a suite in the infirmary for a while!”

And on the very next day, exactly this “suite” was the place where you found yourself and Negan again. The storm had stopped by dawn, leaving all of Alexandria looking rather like it was straight out of a fairytale instead of a community that had gone through a blizzard and giving mostly everybody the chance to move back into their own houses.
”Tell me when it’s too tight”, you mumbled as you wrapped a fresh bandage around Negan’s leg, finally with sufficient utensils and salves.
”Damn Sweetheart, it can never be too tight for me”, Negan thickly chuckled as you shook your head with a small laugh.
”Yeah, I should have seen that remark coming”, you said, grinning slightly at him as he shifted into the soft pillows of his patient’s bed. It was the very same one he had laid weeks in after Rick had slid his throat, the same room, the same outfit with his white shirt and the gray sweatpants. You couldn’t lie, it did made something stir within you even though the situation was now way better than it had been back then.
”But the bandage’s all fine, know you take some great damn care of me, like always”, he chuckled, even though some warmth was clearly streaming through his voice as a smile mixed into the smirk on his lips right as you were finishing him up.
”Well good that works the other way around too”, you chuckled, tugging on the part of his sweatpants that was pushed above the wound to slide it back over his leg, “But we’re done now with this…think Siddiq made some hot chocolate, I can get us some.”
”Oh fuck yes, y’know what lemonade is in some hot ass summer is hot chocolate in that dick shrinking cold winter we got now”, he laughed, his eyes widening almost in childlike excitement as you chuckling nodded. 
”It sure is, I-”, you said, stopping as you heard footsteps coming towards you through the hallway and heard the creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath them. 
Turning around you almost didn’t trust your eyes as you saw Michonne standing in the door frame, glancing at you as she shifted from foot to foot.
“Well, look who’s here”, you heard Negan say, the grin audible through his voice as Michonne slowly nodded as she stepped inside the room.
“Thank you. You both…For saving her”, she said, and for a moment you had to realize that this was really happening. Thanking you was nothing big, but thanking Negan seemed like miracle coming true and you could see the curiosity and wonder sparking in his eyes as well.
“You always did have a flair for the dramatic”, she said, a little more casual than before as she nodded towards him and elicited a small chuckle to rumble through his chest.
“Well, last time we were here together, Rick had just slit my throat open…so this, hell, this ain’t nothin’”, he said, shifting a little up into his pillows as he mentioned towards his wound. You could still see Michonne’s reluctancy, as if she was torn between staying and talking some more, and walking right back out of the house.
”Okay, I’m gonna get us the drinks and put that stuff here back”, you said after a couple moments of silence, assuming it would be easier if she was alone with Negan.
Hell, maybe she was even thinking about some new reforms for his sentence, and if this was the case, getting to talk to him alone and getting a picture of what he exactly had to say, of how genuine his rescue of Judith had been would maybe change things a little up. So you stood up from your chair and grabbed your utensils before you gave Negan a small smile ,”See ya later.”

The main room of the infirmary was filled with a couple of adults and a bunch of children who were sipping with relish on their hot chocolates, holding the cups tightly in their hands to warm their cold palms.
“Snowball fights are the best…we have to go back out for another round later”, you saw Gracie say to RJ, Judith and a bunch of other kids as you walked past their table towards the large pot on the stove.
Hearing them giggle in the background about the mass of chocolate they already had you shook your head with a grin as you reached for two of the empty cups on the counter before you poured them full with the delicious smelling drink that was already beginning to let your mouth water in anticipation.
“Hey”, you suddenly heard a familiar voice rasp beside you, letting you flinch slightly as your glance shot up and caught Daryl’s face
“Jus’ me”, he said, gulping thickly as he glanced at you and brought an odd shudder to run down your back
“Sorry, just caught me by surprise”, you said, putting a small smile on your face as you looked at your half brother who shifted uneasily from foot to foot.
“Heard you took care of Dog too…”, he mumbled before he gulped slightly ,”Thanks for that.”
“No problem”, you said, still smiling softly at him before you nodded to the large pot on the stove ,”We still got a lot of hot chocolate, you want some?”
With his rugged clothes and his often grumpy look, Daryl sure didn’t seem to others like the guy who went for hot chocolate but you knew how much he actually liked it and you could tell by the flicker in his eyes that he still did even though he stayed reluctantly quiet for another moment.
“If the kids drink more they’ll throw up, I swear”, you said with a soft chuckle, trying to shake some more of the tension off of you ,”And I bet you can use some to warm a little up too.”
“Hmm ‘lright”, he said, actually quicker than you thought as you could notice the corners of his lips quirk up for a small moment.
Pouring some of the rich dark liquid into one of the left empty cups you could feel Daryl eyeing and could see from the corner of your eyes how he shifted almost nervously from foot to foot before he spoke up again. 
“(Y/N)”, he mumbled, the pressure in his voice audible as you looked up at him and caught his glance shifting over your face.
“Yeah?”, you asked, sliding the cup over the counter towards him before you watched him gulping thickly.
“What I said back then…”, he mumbled, his eyes shifting to the ground before they landed back to you,”Sorry for that…wasn’ your fault…your family… and you’re not weak either.”
You couldn’t believe your ears for a moment, almost felt like you were having a deja-vu from the moment Michonne had stepped into Negan’s patients room. 
You had been sure he remembered your fight at the hilltop after the war all these years, but you sure hadn’t thought that he remembered what he had exactly thrown at you.
So now you were staring at him, startled but with a warmth inside you that sparked and grew bigger as you slowly began to nod, still not completely able to get that he had actually apologized only seconds ago.
“Uncle Daryl? C’mon we’re not done with the snow fight!”, the sound of RJ’s voice ripped through your trance, pushing you back into reality as you turned to your side and watched him storm along with Gracie towards the door, followed by Judith who glanced smiling between Daryl and you.
“Yeah, comin’”, he said, grabbing his cup already turning around before you finally managed to raise your voice.
“Daryl?”, you asked, letting him glance back at you, “Thank you…means a lot, even after all this time.”
He nodded slowly, allowing the corners of his lips to tug a little up, almost enough to form a tiny smile before he turned around and followed the group outside, leaving you with a warm and fuzzy feeling within you that got only multiplied as you made your way back to Negan  and saw the calm and relaxed expression on Michonne’s face as she left his patient’s room.

“Sweetheart, I think I am actually a damn human to her now”, you heard Negan chuckle the moment you placed the cups onto the nightstand right, a smile plastered over his lips as he pulled you back on the chair by his side ,”Feels like we’re movin’ in a better direction, finally.”
”I think the same counts for Daryl and me”, you said, feeling how the smile on your lips grew as well as Negan perked his brows curiously up, “He was here, thanked me for taking care of Dog, and uhm…he actually apologized for the stuff he said to me.”
”Holy shit, now looks like we both got a lucky day, huh?”, he chuckled, grinning happily at you, “That storm sure fucked some things up but at least it leads to some good shit…I mean, you’re safe, Judith’s safe, the Dog’s up and about again and we both got some new silver ass lining.”
”Yeah”, you said, moving closer as a wider smile grew over your lips, feeling how the warmth in you was spreading out into each and every of your cells.
You would gladly pass on the storm, Judith’s hypothermia and Negan’s injury but he was right, at least everything ended well and brought out even better outcomes.
Maybe this storm had been a turning point, maybe everything would get even better now.
“I’m so proud of you, y’know that? About all you did there during the storm”, you mumbled, caressing your fingertips over his hand as a bigger smile formed on your lips as soon as you glanced up ,”I mean, I always am, but this-”
You stopped and instead gave him another loving glance as you felt his fingers intertwining with yours, reminding you of the ring that was still resting in your pants pockets as his thumb slid over the ring he had gifted you.
“You know when I was searching the crayons for RJ, I found something else too”, you said, reaching with your free hand towards your pocket before you fumbled the white gold band out until you could twirl it in between your fingers.
“It’s one of the ones Earl made for demonstrations”, you said, glancing with a soft smile at Negan whose eyes began to dart at the ring,”You told me you wanted one too and I guessed this one could fit, so..”
“Holy shit, Sweetheart…now that tops it all”, you heard him say, sitting himself a little bit more up as you could catch the warmth growing in his glance, the soft flicker spreading through his eyes as he bit his lip, “Slide it on, Baby.”
The smile on his lips grew wider into a big wholehearted smile, spreading all over his face as you slid your hand out of his, allowing it to rise a little so you could slowly push the ring over his finger, a little nervousness stuck within you until it reached its base and you knew that it fit.
“Shit, now that fits like fuckin’ wax”, Negan exclaimed, raising his hand up the moment you let go of his, holding it up in front of his face as his eyes didn’t leave the ring for a moment.
“You got no idea how goddamn great that damn sight makes me feel. Gives my heart a rock hard boner”, he chuckled, widely smiling as he first glanced from the ring to you, lowering his hand again to let it enclose yours while you felt more warmth streaming through your body as you chuckled.
“Oh, I got an idea…felt the same when you gave me yours”, you laughed softly, giving his hand a small squeeze, seeing the large smile that was still all over Negan’s face expand a bit more.
“Well, guess it’s complete now”, he said, biting his lip before he let out another throaty chuckle, “Now c’mere, wanna cuddle my wife.”
With a wide smile on your lips you quickly stood up and scurried over to the side of his uninjured leg, before you slipped out of your boots and fell down to his side. Humming contently you cuddled up to him, feeling how he wrapped his arms tightly around you while you nuzzled your face into the warmth of his neck’s curve.
“Now I know you won’t do shit till I’m all fine again but believe me, as soon as that’s the damn case, we’ll celebrate with some real ass wedding night”, you heard Negan chuckle deeply as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Yeah, but didn’t we already have some? After the ring?”, you laughed as you could feel him shrugging his shoulders softly. “Don’t care, shit, we can have as many wedding nights as we damn wish”, he chuckled, nuzzling his nose into your hair as you huddled closer up to his side, shit, to your husband’s side.
Only hearing that word echoing through your head gave your stomach once more butterflies that pushed the warmth to seep further into your cells and elicited another satisfied hum to fall from your lips.
“So excited?”, you heard Negan tease as he squeezed your waist slightly and caressed his fingertips over your arm while the metal of his ring twinkled in the sunlight.
“Yeah, that as well.”
“Hmm, then about what else too? I mean, that dick is reason enough but-”, he stopped, chuckling deeply as he pressed another kiss to your forehead before you moved your head slightly out of his neck’s crook to glance at him. 
“Just really love the idea that you’re my husband now”, you mumbled, watching as his glance grew softer and the smile on his lips wider, “Still can’t really believe how damn lucky I am.”
“Shit Sweetheart, think you just made my heart boner cum”, he lowly chuckled even though his voice was thick with emotion as he pulled you closer into his embrace and leaned in until his lips could move longingly over yours.
And while you relished in his kisses, sunken into his warmth and comfort, you could feel your anticipation for the future with him grow, for a future that seemed brighter than ever before.

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

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


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

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Summary: While Negan talks to Michonne, the reader has no clue about their fatal conversation until she comes back from work and finds a bleeding and crying Negan in his cell…

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


Agony struck through your body as you writhed in your disturbed sleep, the screams in your head forming into a horrific orchestra, determined to bring you down and drive you crazy until a deep, soothing voice began to interrupt them and sound through to you.
It grasped you, taking you to tear you out of the nightmare’s grasp while a familiar warmth began to engulf you tighter, bringing your consciousness slowly back as the dream still tried to pull you back into its darkness.
“Baby? Hey….Baby, wake up”, Negan’s voice mumbled, bringing you closer to the surface of finally waking up again until you broke through it and began to sense what the horror in your head was doing not just to your mind, but to your body as well.
You were trembling like an aspen leaf, your chest rising and falling through sharp breaths that cut through your throat and got disrupted by the taste of salty tears that trickled down your cheeks as a wave of icy coldness and boiling heat mixed within your veins.
“Shh…hey, it’s over. Everything’s fuckin’ fine. I’m here, Sweetheart”, Negan’s voice sounded through to you once more as you were finally able to open your eyes, glancing at his face that was only softly enlightened in the moonlight but which gave enough light to show the concern that had taken charge of his features.
Pants were still leaving your trembling lips as his eyes caught yours, running over your face in worry as his hand reached up, his thumb stroking softly over your skin to get rid of the salty tears.
Still in panic your glance wandered in restlessness over his face, his throat, his body, checking that he was fine and trying to prove to yourself that the nightmare hadn’t shown the truth.
There were no screams, he wasn’t torn up, there was no thick, dark red blood covering him, trickling down on the pile of rotten corpses that belonged once to the people you loved.
He was alive, not a hint of blood on his body, nor on the prison suit and there he was, laying right beside you, holding you in his arms and pulling you deeper into his embrace to comfort you.
“Hey, look at me, Baby”, he mumbled, trying his best to hold your gaze that still wasn’t sure enough that he was actually safe and sound, “It’s okay, everything‘s okay.”
Finally, you got yourself to look into his eyes as you slowly began to calm down and felt his thumb continuing its calming brushes over your wetted cheeks .
Slowly, you began to nod, sniffling slightly before he you watched him leaning in in the faint light until his lips could caress soothingly over yours, keeping them captured until he felt you melting into him, yearning for the kiss and his touches as if they could force the rest of what the nightmare had left in your bones out of your body.
His lips had just left yours as you sunk against him, burying your face into the crook of his neck as the fear got hold of you again and urged you deeper into his embrace, as if he would vanish into thin air if you let go.
“I love you”, your still trembling lips mumbled against his skin as you felt him tightening his arms around you before a set of warm lips placed on your temple.
“I love you too”, he mumbled back, pressing another kiss against your skin as you cuddled closer into his embrace, “So fuckin’ much.”

You stayed this way for minutes, engulfed by Negan’s arms as you were calming your body and mind down, slowly getting the trembling under control as well as the mess the nightmare had formed on your head.
“You wanna talk?”, you heard Negan eventually mumble as you found yourself sitting next to him on the edge of the cheap bed, feeling how he wrapped his  blanket around your shoulders as you glanced reluctantly at him, not sure if you should worry him even more.
But before you could think more, he let out a deep sigh and pulled you closer, recognizing the signals you were sending him.
After all, that man knew you and he knew that look.
“Was about my damn ass, huh?”, he grumbled, wrapping his arm around your waist as you longed for his warmth that set a clear contrast to the iciness that was radiating from the cold cement ground against the soles of your feet.
“You…the others”, you mumbled, gulping heavily as you tried to keep the pictures out of your mind before you slowly leaned your head against his shoulder and felt him resting his against yours.
“Well, now it’s over and fuckin’ done…I don’t die, that’s not how it works”, Negan mumbled, a soft, supportive chuckle in his voice, meant to cheer you up as his hand reached up and stroke for a moment along your cheeks.
“You tell me when you need your man to loose ya up, right?”, he added, his hand that was still cupping your waist squeezing it playfully as he finally elicited a small chuckle to fall from your lips as well.
“Yes”, you mumbled against the blue fabric of his prison suit as you huddled closer up to his tall frame,”But for now…can you just hold me?”
“Oh I can do that sure as shit”, he mumbled back as he loosened his hold on you for a moment to scoot back on the bed and eventually open his arms for you.
“Thank you”, you said, giving him a small but grateful smile as you climbed back into the bed, ”Thank you for being there.”
“No damn need to thank me…that’s my job, isn’t it?”, he grumbled with a small chuckle as you got closer to him, “Come here.”
Quietly, you let yourself fall next to him again, feeling how he wrapped his arms around you and grabbed your leg carefully to hook it over his, making sure that he could hold you as close as possible.
”There you go”, he mumbled as he pulled the blanket back over your bodies, tucking you in along with him as you nuzzled your nose into the warmth of his neck, breathed deeply and contently out before allowing yourself to close your eyes again without having to fear that those pictures rushed up again.
“You got no idea how much you help me with that”, you mumbled against his skin, feeling how he leaned his head back against yours, pressing a kiss to your forehead before a questionably hum left his lips.
“You help me deal with this”, you muttered in response as you cuddled into his comforting warmth ,”You make me stronger.”

The gravel was crunching beneath your shoes’ soles as you made your way towards the infirmary, the lack of sleep dragging on your body while you tried your best to stay awake.
The extra strong coffee you had made yourself at your old home was still lingering on your lips, letting you hope that it would kick in soon while your heavy eyelids sent you a whole different message.
You had woken up at least five more times that night, not crying and trembling like the first time after the nightmare, but with enough restlessness stuck in your body to have a hard time falling asleep once again.
Each time Negan had been the one to let you sink back into those sleepy depths again, just with holding and caressing you until your body relaxed again in his arms and allowed you to get at least a little sleep.
Without him there, you were sure you wouldn’t have been able to get more than an hour sleep, sure, it still wasn’t much, but you were grateful for every damn minute, especially after a nightmare as horrific as the one that had haunted you this last night.
You knew that these things wouldn’t just completely vanish because someone loved you, that’s just not the way it works but since you had him with you, they were at least a little less frequent and much easier to deal with.
Especially, because you also knew how these nights were without someone by your side and thinking back to them let an icy shudder run up and down your spine.
You huffed quietly as your tired eyes finally captured the infirmary from afar, reminding you of the extra hours you probably had to add onto your usual shifts once again.
A cold was going around, nothing threatening but strong enough to let a few people lay pretty low in the bed’s of the infirmary, joining the two workers who had hurt themselves working on the bridge and who all needed to be taken care of.
And since the consequences of your involuntary participation in the fight between Daryl and Justing had let you lay just as low as the patients at the infirmary for two whole days, it was your turn to take over the extra shifts at the infirmary.
You hadn’t returned to Rick’s big project above the river, not because of the fight, but because Siddiq needed you in Alexandria.
You could still see the disappointment written over Rick’s face as he got the news, taking with you also a bunch of others from the bridge that just added onto the problems that had emerged after the fight.
Justin’s sudden and gruesome death along with the vanishing of a bunch of other saviors were just a few of the things that had let he situation escalate, tearing a giant crack into the alleged pace that had rested between the communities. 
You could tell how important the bridge was to Rick, building something for the future, for the future that Carl would have wanted.
And now you were looking at the nearest future in front of you at the end of the path, hoping that you wouldn’t have to take yet another extra shift.
You got less time to be with Negan because of them, shrinking your time with him to a minimum before you were forced to sleep if you didn’t want to walk around as dead as the walkers outside the gates the next day.
It wasn’t just dreading on your nerves, you could tell it was dreading on his too, even though he was trying to stay strong for you.
Still, there always was this underlying darkness that kept welling up from time to time, trying to pull him into its depths and take him in.
Until now, you could always manage to pull him out again, one way or another, and let him see the light again but this shrunk time didn’t contribute to it.
And even though you tried to suppress it, tried to stay positive, if you were honest, there was a painful and wrenching fear lingering deep down in you that one day, you might not be able to pull him out of this darkness anymore.

“You want me to eat? Well, I want you to stay and talk to me”, Negan mumbled, glancing from the sandwich to the woman who was staring disbelieving and annoyed at him.
He needed to do this, he needed to be seen as a human again, not just the monster behind bars.
He needed to talk.
“I mean, I I’m proof that you’re making a civilization, right? I mean, that’s what your boyfriend says, so hard to be that if I’m dead from starvation”, he added, watching the annoyance on Michonne’s face growing some more before her huff echoed through the room.
“First, (Y/N) wouldn’t let you do-”, she began, stopping as she stepped closer to the bars, narrowing her glance as a shudder ran down Negan’s back.

“She doesn’t know, does she? You didn’t tell her about this…this little game.”
“No”, he responded in a growl, feeling an uncomfortable iciness spreading over his body. He wasn’t gonna let anyone pull her into this, especially not if this conversation would end up to have consequences for him.
No, fuckin’ sir.
”Don’t pull her into this”, he added in a rasp, hearing another annoyed snort falling from her lips as she clenched her jaw and stared at him, as if she was prepared to attack.
“Second, I thought you said you weren’t on strike.”
“I’m not if you stay and talk to me”, he mumbled, going for a second try, trying to read something off her face in the faint light before Michonne made a sudden movement, grabbing the edge of the chair and pulling it towards her.
“I’d say it’s about 20 minutes before the sun hits that bar.
That’s all you get. Then, you’re gonna eat every last bite”, she growled, a glare in her eyes as she plopped down on the chair, “You wanna talk? Let’s talk.”

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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Summary: Sometimes you just need some caresses after a long day to dive into a deep sleep and Negan is more than willing to help you relax


”Exhausted, Baby?”, Negan asked as soon as you fell next to him into the large bed, your bones aching from working outside today while the tiredness was now settling fully into your bones.
”Yeah”, you mumbled, yawning thickly as you sunk into the dark pillows, feeling how he tucked you in beneath the blankets with him and pulled you closer into his warmth.
Letting a tired smile grow on your lips you glanced at him, taking in his already a little ruffled black hair and the hazel eyes that were wandering over your face as you hugged the pillow beneath your head and nuzzled your head into its softness.
”Want your man to relax you? Just gotta know if ya want it dirty or cozy today”, he chuckled lowly, leaning in to peck your lips before he let out another small chuckle,”But judging from those sleepy, sleepy eyes I guess the fuckin’ later, huh?”
”Hmm…yeah”, you mumbled back, leaning in to capture his lips in another kiss before allowing your head to sink back into the soft pillow.
”Alright baby, then let good ol’ Negan take care of ya…here we go”, he mumbled, shifting on his side and propping himself on his elbow while he grinned softly but still roguishly at you before his large hand reached out to you.
Softly, his rough fingertips touched your skin, sliding over your cheekbone until his long fingers could dive slowly into your hair, stroking some loose strands back until they begun to make circling motions over your scalp.
Contently you breathed out, glimpsing a last time with half open eyes at the softy grinning Negan before you allowed them to shut and give yourself to his touches.
“This is great…as always”, you hummed softly, sinking deeper into the pillow beneath your head as you heard Negan shifting closer until your bodies were only parted by a few inches at most.
“Yeah, y’know those fingers can do some magic”, you heard him rasp with a deep chuckle before his fingertips slowly continued their movement and their satisfying sensation.
They entangled further into your hair as his thumb remained on your cheek, stroking the skin in slow motions as you leaned further into his touch and breathed contently out. The sensation of his fingers switching between playing with your hair and massaging your scalp relaxed you, slackening your tense muscles while you relished in his touch.
Slowly, you swayed further into a calming trance as his fingers wandered from your hair slowly down until his fingertips traced over the sensitive skin of your neck. They were caressing it, soft but with an intense effect on you as warmth seemed to stream through your body from each little spot he touched.
With each more time you felt his fingers moving up and down your neck you melted more beneath his tangency and sunk further into the soft pillow, smiling softly but widely. “Oh you like that”, Negan mumbled, the wide grin clearly audible through his deep voice as you nodded slightly, feeling how he continued his soothing movements, extending them over your shoulders and your collarbones as he shifted even closer.
You kept your eyes closed as you could feel him leaning down, his breath spreading goosebumps over your skin until his lips met your neck, placing  small kisses over its side as his large hand moved down your back.
A satisfied hum left your lips as you could feel his rough beard stubble scratching tickling over your skin, mixing with the softness of his kisses while you melted further against him.
 “Baby if you don’t stop making’ those sounds I can’t guarantee for shit”, he grumbled against your neck, the grin that was forming on his lips clearly palpable as you let out a chuckle. “Sorry, guess that’s just what you do to me”, you teased back as you huddled a little closer up to his tall frame and sighed softly, “Please don’t stop though.”
“Oh I won’t”, he mumbled back, nuzzling his nose into your skin as his hand slipped beneath your nightdress and up your back, beginning to stroke up and down its length with consistent strokes. Slowly, his palm lifted off your back, leaving only his fingertips to move slowly along your spine, eliciting the very same warm and sensation filled feelings with each little light touch.
With each more caress you sunk deeper into a comforting trance, relishing in his touch while your breath began to become slower and steadier while the very last tense muscles of yours slackened.
“Just let go, Baby”, Negan mumbled quietly as he lifted his head out of the curve of your neck and moved closer in until his lips could place a kiss onto the sensitive skin behind your ear,”Just let go.”
You only hummed softly in response, allowing to let his words and actions work on you as you began to slowly detach from consciousness and dove in the most gentle way into the depths of sleep that began to slowly wrap itself softly around you. 
You could still feel Negan’s touches, the feathery caresses of his fingertips along your back, his hot breath that brushed over your skin and the warmth of his body close to yours, and hear his deep and low voice humming as you took the final step to sway into a peaceful sleep right by his side, relaxed and utterly happy.

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Summary: Pregnancy is hard, especially when the baby’s keeping you awake all night, but it can be a little easier when you got a husband who gets up in the middle of the night for you to still your cravings with his handmade spaghetti.

This is my entry for @negans-writings writing challenge and my prompt was “hand-made” and it’s set in the non-apocalyptic world. Thank you so much for hosting this challenge, I had a lot fun with this!!


Softly groaning you shifted over the mattress, one hand caressing over your bump, feeling the movements underneath your skin by the tiny hands and feet as you pushed yourself deeper into the pillows.
Usually, you loved feeling the motions of your baby, but right now, you just wanted to sleep while your kid seemed to plan something very different for you. It was in the middle of the damn night, that far in that you didn’t even want to look at the clock on the nightstand to not make you feel even worse.
And it wasn’t even only the exhaustion, your pregnancy cravings had seemed to reach their peak and were only adding up onto your annoyance.
God, you wished to have a big portion of Negan’s handmade spaghetti now, with enough of that delicious tomato sauce to almost drown the noodles but unfortunately, the man who could do the dish best was peacefully sleeping next to you and you had no plans of waking him up because of your cravings. He’d already prepared enough weird stuff for you since they had stared, no matter how odd they had been, he deserved the sleep.
Of course, you could stand up and get something else, but heaving yourself out of the bed with your six month belly and then getting all active again would make it even harder to fall asleep later.
Ugh, this was a big ol’ mess.
“Baby?”, you suddenly heard Negan’s voice drowsily mumble, snapping your glance right back to the man by your side who was glancing with sleepy eyes at you.
“Sorry for shifting so much”, you mumbled as you sighed quietly, moving closer to his side, right to the spot where you had shifted away earlier to prevent him from waking up ,”The baby won’t stop kicking.”
“It’s okay, don’t have classes till midday anyway”, he mumbled as he gave you a sleepy smile,”Don’t ya worry your pretty head.”
You nodded softly before a thick yawn escaped your mouth while you moved as much as you could with your bump into his side, nuzzling your head against his chest and into his warmth.
Closing your eyes for a moment you hummed softly, right before another kick made you shift until Negan’s large palm placed on your belly.
“You gonna calm down now, buddy?”, Negan mumbled, the small grin in his voice audible as his thumb caressed over the thin fabric that covered your skin ,”Now I get bouncing ‘round in there must be one hell of a fuckin’ fun but ya gotta let your mom sleep a little.”
“Hmm think they got other plans”, you mumbled with a sleepy chuckle as soon as you felt another kick and glanced from your huddled position up at Negan right as the hunger made your stomach grumble loudly.
“Now that wasn’t the baby, was it?”, he chuckled deeply, his drowsy eyes glancing at you while another grin let the corners of his lips curl up.
“Nah”, you mumbled, catching his eyes as you let out a little sigh, “I’m hungry too…doesn’t make it all better, huh?”
“Whatcha cravin’?”, he asked with a smirk the moment your voice hushed, more tease mixing in his still drowsy voice,”Ice cream on toast again?”
“Nah but that was really good tho…”, you mumbled with a soft chuckle that quickly mixed with another yawn before you glanced sheepishly at him, at first unsure if you should tell him.
You wanted those spaghetti but hell, you didn’t want him to get going too and lose even more sleep.
“Hmm?”, Negan mumbled, raising his brows as he pulled you a little closer while you realized that he would neither stop asking nor would believe you if you’d just mumble anything.
 “It’s Spaghetti”, you eventually mumbled, sighing softly as you felt his hand caressing over your bump,“Your Spaghetti.”
“Now that will be easy”, he retorted quickly and with a big grin on his lips as he let go of you and instead begun to tuck on his boxer shorts with a deep chuckle.
“I didn’t mean that one”,you laughed, shoving his chest with a grin on your face  ,”I crave the ones with tomato sauce.”
“Ouch”, he theatrically called out, placing his hand dramatically above his heart on his chest before another low chuckle traveled up his throat as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your temple.
“Well then let’s get up”, he mumbled just a second later against your skin, startling you in the first moment as he let go of you and shifted towards the edge of the large bed.
“No, that’s why I didn’t tell you right away, you don’t need to stand up for me”, you complained, glancing at him as you crawled closer towards him to pull him back to you in the bed ,”Again.”
“Baby, I don’t fuckin mind. We’re awake now anyway and as I said, don’t have shit till midday”, he chuckled as he heft himself up and grinned in the barely lit room at you.
 “C’mon, let’s have some midni-”, he stopped, glancing at the clock on his nightstand before looking with a still sleepy but even wider grin at you, “3 am snack.”

The kitchen was lit in soft lights as you found yourself huddled up on the cozy bench by the large window, entangled in a thick blanket and with a cardigan wrapped around your shoulders while you watched Negan stirring in the pan on the oven.
The smell of the cooking sauce was slowly beginning to fill the room, the scent of the fruity tomatoes combining with the strong garlic and the tasty spices while you could literally feel your mouth watering. With a soft smile you glanced down at your stomach, tracing and caressing your fingers over the imprints that bumped up here and there before they disappeared again only to appear once more at another spot.
The baby had calmed down for a bit when you had made your way down the stairs earlier and had settled onto the bench, but now they seemed to be up and about again, burning the candle at both ends.
“Smells good as fuck, huh?”, Negan chuckled as he glanced for a moment over at you with a roguish grin, stirring his sauce a little more as he watched you nodding eagerly.
“It does”, you mumbled, slowly standing up as you gave in to the smell that was driving you wild and lured you closer to the stove.
“Daddy’s takin’ some good fuckin’ care of his two favorites”, he chuckled the very next moment as his glance wandered from you back to his sauce, making sure that it wasn’t scorching while you tapped closer towards him.
“He is”, you said with a soft smile, wrapping your arms around him from behind, hugging him as much as your bump allowed while you buried your nose in the fabric of his shirt and pressed your lips for a small moment against it, “You’re the best.”
“You wanna try?”, you heard him ask in the very next moment, pushing you to immediately let your arms fall from his frame and scoot next to him.
“Now that was quick”, he laughed, dipping the spoon into the thick sauce before reaching up with it, allowing the intensifying tense to let your mouth water in anticipation. Finally, you wrapped your lips around the wooden spoon, humming as soon as you tasted the delicious handmade sauce that spread over your tongue and seemed to let your tastebuds explode.
“Mhmm this is good”, you nearly moaned, watching as Negan’s raised eyebrows narrowed in a teasing manner, his lips beginning to gape open to begin some dirty remarks for sure before you stopped him as you snapped the spoon out of his hands and dipped it back into the sauce a couple more times to get more of the red tastiness.
“Baby, if you still want something left for the noodles ya gotta stop now”, he chuckled, his long fingers reaching back to get the spoon back into his hands while you sighed with a little pout but let him take it back.
“Don’t ya worry, you two get more in just a little!”

And you did, not more than ten minutes later you sat huddled up on the bench again and watched Negan pouring the sauce onto the plates with spaghetti, just as much as your cravings had made you long for before you watched him finally walking over to you.
“Oh someone’s excited”, he chuckled, raising his brows suggestively before he placed a fork and the steaming meal in your hands. It took only seconds for you to dig the fork into the noodles, and shove the first load into your mouth with a satisfied hum. 
“Thank you”, you mumbled after the felt fourth fork, swallowing thickly and glancing smiling widely at him, watching as he looked with an amused but affectionate glance in his eyes right at you.
“Anytime, Sweetheart”, he chuckled, stroking a little tomato-sauce off his salt and pepper stubble before he caressed his hand over your bump with a softer growing grin, “Can’t wait till our kiddo can taste that shit too, might have to wait some more but damn, really wanna see that cute little face when they make a fuckin’ mess outta it.”
“They’ll love it, pretty sure of it”, you mumbled as you took another fork full of spaghetti into your mouth before nodding down to your stomach and chuckling softly, “Seemed like they calmed down too, they’re enjoying the stuff they get.”
“Oh they better do”, Negan laughed, caressing once more over your stomach before leaning in to peck your lips and pull you a little closer.
And as you sunk into his side and nuzzled your head into his skin, the exhaustion that was stuck in your bones wasn’t as present as before but was beating the retreat as pure happiness was settling within you.  
You had everything you needed, not only the spaghetti of which you were definitely gonna get a second plate later, but a baby on the way you had wished so long for and a husband by your side who could turn the middle of the night into the best time of the day.
You were one sleepy but unbelievably happy woman.
You really were.

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After Negan feels pushed to set another example in Alexandria, Rick forces his daughter to make a final decision

Negan x Reader/Rick’s daughter

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 (none of these have to be necessarily read to understand the plot of the following part)


Your pulse pounded in your ears and the shots from moments before still sounded cruely through your head as you ran out of the house, Carl close on your heels as you stumbled down the porch and sprinted towards the sound’s source.
Your eyes were searching for an answer outside, for an answer to these shots before your heart stopped as you heard Negan’s voice.
“Are you people fucking kidding me?”, He roared through the air before your eyes caught his tall figure standing over a crouched, dark haired man.
He had to be Robert, judging from his clothes and the messy hair cut but your focus was only laying on him for some more seconds before you glanced at Carl, who you had tried to convince that the man who was raising his bat into the air in these moments wasn’t the monster he saw in him.
“Now I knew you fuckers were a pain in my ass but this-”, he pointed his bat at the kneeling man, “This is beyond fuckin’ stupid. What kinda dumb asshole thinks tryin’ to shoot my men is gonna work the fuck out.”
A cool shudder ran over your back as you slowly began to get the scene in front of you, before an even colder, even icy one spread all over your body as you realized what Negan was gonna do.
He was gonna make an example out of him.
He was gonna punish him.
But would he really?
After everything that had already happened for your family and community to hate him?
Would he?
“Now Rob here for sure knew what was comin’ to him when he was gonna get caught! Sure, you did, huh?”, Negan called sarcastically out as he nudged Lucille’s end against the man’s shoulder.
Fuck, he was gonna do it.
But would he go all the way?
Your heart seemed to pound its way up into your throat, taking away your ability to breath as your glance wandered from Negan to your father who was suddenly stepping into the wide circle of people that was building up around the scene.
“I don’t wanna do this, fuck no I don’t. But you fuckers really don’t give me a choice. I need you to get that those fuck things are a big ass no-no. Thought we’d be finally on a path of understanding, apparently we’re not”, Negan growled, his eyes staring at the ground as he didn’t seem to notice that you were part of the circle, too caught up in his rage.
“Well, then back fuckin to it.”
And just like that, your heart stopped with the next scene.
With the swing.
With the blood.
With the cracking skull.
With the screams.

Your whole mind seemed to shut down as you watched Negan leaning back, saw the blood dripping from his bat and captured the dead body laying on the ground.
You couldn’t stop tears from welling up in your eyes as you caught from their corners how Carl stared at what laid in front of him, how everything you had just tried to tell him was vanishing from his mind.
He had been willing to talk to you like a fucking normal human being instead of treating you like a traitor as everyone else and now, fuck now there was no way this was gonna stay this way.
You could only see your Dad storming from the circle before your glance wandered to Negan, blurred by the welled up tears as your eyes caught his.
His face fell in the matter of seconds, the mask like mix between a grin and frown falling right off his muscles as you could see the panic growing in his eyes that rushed restlessness over his body.
But before you could concentrate more on him, could see what he would do next you felt your body urging you forward out of the circle as you saw from afar how your father stormed into your home.
You had to go after him.
You had to.
You couldn’t keep on standing here, hoping that this was just an awful nightmare.
Your heart pumped against your chest as if it tried to break out of your ribcage as soon as you could feel yourself rushing over the blacktop, trembling as your mind skipped through all kind of horrifying scenarios you could imagine.
Would your Dad lose control now?
What if he would make an impulsive move?
What if this whole shit would turn into an even bigger bloodbath?
Your thoughts got cut off from nausea that began to capture your body, settling into you as the panic turned your view almost blurry while you tried to make your way up the porch, horrified with what could happen next.

Footsteps rumbled down the staircase as you stepped into the house, the door falling with a loud thud into its lock before your widened eyes caught your father stumbling down the stairs, a big sports bag in each of his hands.
“Dad? What are you doing? What-?”, you choked out, your heart still beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings as he tossed the bags to the ground.
“You need to make a decision”, he said, his voice swinging between utterly stern and on the edge of an emotional outburst,”I can’t do this anymore. Either you break things up with him or you’ll have to go.”
“What?” Dad I-”, your voice got cut off by the growing lump in your throat as you stared with watery eyes at him while he clenched his jaw, coldness spreading over his features, freezing them with each passing second more.
“If you decide for him, take them and leave the house now”, he said, exhaling thickly as you couldn’t get a single word out,”And don’t come back wailing when you finally get who he really is.”
He ran a palm over his beard stubble, glancing from the bags to you as a pinch of hopefulness flared up within them.
“If you decide for us, I’ll carry those bags back up and all will be fine.”
“Dad, you can’t mean this”, you said, your voice thick with emotion and disbelief as the first tears threatened to roll down your cheeks ,”Dad, please don’t make me do this.”
“I have to, I have to-”, he called out, anger and pain mixing in his glance as more panic rose in your body, seeping slowly but surely in each and every of your cells. 
“No, no you don’t”, you said, your lips trembling as you felt the first tears falling while this all felt like a horrible hallucination. 
“You’ve just seen what he did! Again!”, he called out, his finger shooting up as he pointed it outside, while thick pants shook his chest while more and more tears began to make its way down your skin, blurring your view and wetting your face.
“And don’t tell me you love him, don’t you tell me that!”, he shouted now, the anger overcoming the pain as his face grew blood red ,”He’s a monster! And nothing, nothin else!”
You stared at him, startled by his words and by the events that had happened outside just now as your whole body trembled like aspen leaf and your mind sunk into the absolute mess of emotions and thoughts.
“But I do”, you choked out, staring into the eyes of your father that darkened even more with just these three words,”And I love you and Carl and Judith too, I just-”
You hoped he’d say something else.
You hoped he’d take those words back and let you stay.
You hoped he wouldn’t make you choose.
But he didn’t, he didn’t say more nor did he take anything back, he just stared panting at you.
And he made you choose.
He actually made you choose between him and the others, and Negan.
“I can’t”, you choked quietly out, your voice paired with a whimper as you stared at the packed bags.
“You have to…there’s no other way.”
You couldn’t leave Negan, not even after what had happened.
You could rip his head off right now for pulling such a show but you still loved him, no matter if you were cursing yourself for it in these moments.
Besides, you knew what your own father had done as well, what he was capable of.
He wasn’t doing it the way Negan did, but that didn’t make it any less cruel.
But could you leave your family?
It wasn’t even about your father, it was about your half brother and Judith as well, you couldn’t just leave them could you?
But Negan-
You could think over and over it again and there wouldn’t be a sane way to choose, a better way to choose.
You loved both, Negan and your family, but in the end, there was only one difference that finally pushed you over the edge to make a decision.
“Only because you were the one making me choose”, you heard your own voice say, almost as if it didn’t belong to you while you reached out for the bags, lifting them with a sniffling groan before you glanced a last time at your Dad.
Part of you hoped he would stop it now, tell you that he was only bluffing you but instead, he didn’t say a single word.
He just stared at you, cooly, still you could see him breaking beneath the the stare that broke your own heart all over again.
You choked on your tears as you turned around, your shoulder slumped in by the weight of the bags and the pain that shook through your body.

The air outside hit your wetted face as you tried to lift your arm, leaning your face down to brush the tears of your face, hoping that the most people would have gone back into their houses.
They had, all of them except a couple that were still huddled around the bloody corpse on the blacktop.
You stumbled past them, with as much distance between you as you could manage, balancing on the side of the road while the belts of the bags cut into your hands until you could swear they were red swollen.
Sniffles still left your lips as you tried to pull yourself together, catching how the gates came closer and closer, right along with the trucks and the tall figure right beside them, in the midst of his men that were swarming into the cars.
You didn’t want to face them, not even face him right now but you had to, there was no other way.
So you walked closer, feeling the bags growing heavier until you could feel pairs of eyes falling onto you, forcing you to look up as well. First, you met a couple unknown eye pairs, only familiar from the visits to Alexandria, then, then your glance fell on a hazel pair of eyes as you forced yourself to keep walking.
“Get in the fuckin’ trucks, now”, you only heard him roar, not taking his eyes off you while the people around you began to disappear.
Still, you could see his brows puckering, his lips falling a little open in confusion as soon as you stepped closer towards Negan who stood right by the entrance of his truck.
“He made me choose”, was the only thing you managed to bring out, your voice more strained than you had thought.
“What did you-”
“What does it look like?!”, it suddenly snapped out of you, not as harsh as you intended it to be but as pain drowned as you actually felt in these moments.
A big but whimpering sigh left your lips as you tried to grip the bags tighter that threatened to fall right as you caught Negan reaching towards them.
“Lemme take-”
“Don’t touch me”, you hissed shakily, pushing yourself past him without looking once more at him.
Instead, you forced yourself further to the open door until you could step upwards, gritting your teeth as you lifted the bags one by one and finally slipped into the truck’s inside.
“Fuck”, you cursed shivering as you tossed the bags down, pushing them as far as you could with your feet to the side before you felt something warm grasping your wrist and turning you around.
“Why Negan? Why did you have to put on a big fucking show?!”, it bursted out of you as soon as your eyes caught the man in front of you who let go of your wrist and instead shook his head and sighed out.
“That guy shot at my fucking men.”
“You could’ve punished him else! You didn’t have to bash his fucking head in front of fucking everyone! You knew what they were already thinking about us being together, you knew-”, you scoffed out, cutting yourself off as your was voice growing louder and weaker at the very same time while Negan stared at you in the dim light of the truck, his brows puckering stronger as he clenched his jaw.
“I needed to do it, I don’t get fucking joy from that crap! I needed to so this shit won’t fucking happen again!”, he defended himself, while the whole reality began to hit you, urging tears back into your eyes while the desperation grew and grew within you.
“You don’t get it, huh?”, you said with a trembling tone that threatened to let your voice fall apart while feeling how the lump that was growing in your throat pressed in on you,”I was just trying to tell Carl that you’re not as bad as they think, that you’re a good damn man and then you come around to prove the fucking opposite!”
“I was just about to find a way to them again”, you added, sniffing as you stared to the ground not bearing to look at him as more tears filled your eyes ,”And now it’s worse than ever.”
You pressed your eyes shut, damning those tears as the frustration took hold of you, turning you inside out as you shoved your shoe’s tip angrily into the wood of the truck’s floor, “I’m so fucking dumb for loving you.”
It got completely silent for a moment before you heard Negan exhaling shakily, letting you glimpse sniffling up for a moment as you caught his eyes fixing on you, while your blurred view caught the pain your words had elicited whirling within them.
“Well, then maybe you should’ve chosen them”, his voice was firm but it didn’t take a genius to hear the little tremble and hurt through it before his heavy footsteps sounded through the truck.
Unable to think clear, nor to figure out if you should be even more angry or pay attention to the pain that sneaked up within you by the hurt in his voice you shifted on your feet, trying to still the storm in your head.
“D.J.? Get your ass over here you’re driving that truck now”, you heard Negan roar outside the window as you finally got yourself from the spot you had seemed to be glued on and plop yourself onto the bench at the truck’s side.
The wood creaked beneath the thin cushion as you shifted, staring onto the ground and resting your elbows on your knees while you caught from the corner of your eyes how first Negan let himself fall onto the passenger seat and then  how his savior took his place in front of the steering wheel.
Quickly, you concentrated your eyes onto the ground, onto the wooden panels, the creaks within them and the dirt that stuck in the crannies.
You didn’t want to see the gates open and neither did you want to see you driving out of it, all you wanted right now was to tune out and dive into some other kind of world far, far away from here were everything was fine.
You knew when the engine started and the truck began to roll that you’d be leaving Alexandria without knowing when you’d come back, if you could ever come back.
You were leaving your home there, the home where no-one wanted you anymore, the home that wasn’t even your home anymore.
Your home was the Sanctuary now, wasn’t it?
The place you had only once seen from afar, had never even been inside and just knew from Negan’s stories. 
People do make a home, you knew this very well, but the only person who would turn the factory into a home for you was Negan, the man you’ve had a fight with just now and-

Shit, yes, that’s really what it was, shit.
Pure, steaming shit that embodied your life right in these moments.

You stayed this way, with slumped shoulders, sniffling and noticing how Negan turned in his seat to check on you every once in a while.
The ride was long and bumpy, the air was growing colder as the sun began to slowly move on and sink closer and closer towards the horizon while the effect it had on your body didn’t take long to set in.
The exhaustion the stress had put on your shoulders already had an ugly effect on you but the coldness now slipped beneath your clothes and seeped into your skin, bringing back the shivers that had just began to become smaller.
“Shit”, you scoffed quietly and almost inaudible beneath your breath, shifting over the uncomfortable becoming bench before you caught something moving in the front of the truck.
You didn’t look up, still the corners of your eyes caught how Negan stood up from his seat, the wood squeaking in protest as he was moving into the back of the truck, passing you even though it felt like his glance was brushing over your figure.
He was roaming around somewhere in a box in the back, huffing a little here and there while you could feel yourself growing slightly restless, asking yourself what the hell he was doing there.
“There you are”, you heard Negan sigh after a couple more moments, quiet and almost as if he was talking to himself before you could hear the footsteps again,  even see him from the corner of your eyes but instead of passing, he stopped in front of you, not more than a few feet parting you.
“You’re freezing…”, you heard him mumble, the sternness from before gone and replaced with worry while you could finally see what he was carrying in his hands as he was letting half of it fall to spread out. A blanket, thick and warm, probably exactly meant for cold and long nights in the truck.
He waited another moment, as if he was checking if you were gonna snap at him or push him away but right now, you were only waiting about what he was gonna do yet, way too exhausted to start the fight anew.
”I’m sorry…for it all”, he mumbled with a sigh, slowly coming closer as your eyes still didn’t look up at him,”And I didn’t mean to say that…”
He was growing quiet for another moment before he raised the blanket a little, enough to turn it and drop it carefully around your shoulders, “I’d be a broken damn mess if you’d decided against me.”
You weren’t looking up at him right away, still you could feel a little warmth arise in your body, working on you and your whirling mind that just wanted to be at peace again.
“I love you and hell, I wish I could make it all right for ya…I’m trying to balance this thing too, y’know…keeping this whole thing running and giving us two-”, he stopped, sighing deeply out, waiting for seconds as if he was trying to grasp words and put them into the right sentences, “Now I get that I sucked at doing that job today and I’m damn sorry for it…never intended it to happen this way…I just…hell I struggled, hard.”
You could tell he was trying his best to say what he was feeling, trying to show you his position of the things and part of you did see it bright and clear while the other was still drowning in the pain of being forced to choose.
“I get that you’re mad at me, I do and hell you got all right to be pissy at me just…just know that I didn’t do all that to make it harder for us…I just wanted to do the right damn thing and face planted it into a fuckin’ pile of shit”, he said, shifting from foot to foot as the truck was driving over a bit bumpy road, “Just know that you’re my damn top priority, no matter what.”
You caught him sighing, saw him fumbling on his fingers as one of his hands moved up, as if he was stroking over his beard, waiting if you would give him a response and just as you already saw him beginning to move back to the front seat, the stubbornness in you gave in to the pain.
“I don’t know what to do”, you choked out as you glanced for the first time since the plopping down on this bench at him, feeling how the lump was right back in your throat  as soon as his hazel eyes fixed on yours.
God, you just wanted it all to be right, yes, part of you was still mad at him for what he had done back in Alexandria, while another part deep down in you knew that this had in the end just shot out the process.
Besides whatever could have happened with Carl, your Dad would have exploded earlier or later.
You had seen it seething in him like a volcano for the last weeks, only slowing down its fuming when the accident had happened but except for that…a bit of you had always known and feared that it would go wrong some day.
And he would have made you choose, earlier or later.
The stress and exhaustion was pressing in on you again, bringing the agony back and pushing you further to the edge as you saw Negan’s eyes softening in worry.
“I also didn’t mean to say I’m dumb for loving y-…. I just-”, you began, unable to finish as your body finally gave in to the pressure of the lump and set the welling tears in your eyes free and elicited a sob from your already sore throat.
“Oh shit, Baby…c’mere”, you heard him sigh concerned, falling down onto the bench next to you, waiting for a second to find out if you were letting him before you felt him wrapping his arms around you.
You sunk into his embrace, feeling how he pulled you into his lap as more sobs and whimpers erupted your body as they brought all of the pain back up to the surface.
”I couldn’t even say goodbye to Carl and Judith, I-”, you sobbed as your head sunk into the curve of his neck, your tears quickly beginning to wet the fabric of his shirt as he pulled you closer, cradling you in his arms.
“Shh..”, he hummed against your skin as he leaned his head against yours, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you caught for air between the sobs.
“This is…this is exactly what I never wanted to happen”, you whimpered, feeling him exhaling deeply as you clung to his chest, memories flooding your mind of the fears you’ve had when your relationship had still been a secret.
You had to lie back then, and you’d hated every second of it, but at least you had both.
At least you had Negan and your family, without more hatred and agony swirling in the crack that was already between them.
Now, well now everything was even more messed up than it had already been.
”I know this is all fuckin’ crappy, I know…”, he mumbled, not only worry but also guilt swinging through his voice as he nuzzled his nose into your hair, holding you a little closer while he wrapped the blanket a bit tighter around your shivering frame,”But things will get better…we’ll figure this out.”
You were still sniffling and whimpering as you felt him holding you tighter, trying to calm you while more and more of the burden that had lasted on your shoulders got released and turned you into a bigger mess with each passing second.
You tried to let Negan’s words work on you, you really did but you were too deeply stuck in your own sorrow to make your sobs and cries stop yet.
So you only sunk deeper into his embrace, trying to concentrate on his deep voice, his warmth and his calming scent, hoping that your body and mind would give in to it earlier or later.

”We’re almost there”, you heard Negan mumble after a good while, when your breath was all calm and steady, and the shivers and sobs had stopped to erupt your body. Slowly, you were shifting your head a little out of the curve of his neck, enough so you could glance forward, straight through the large front window of the truck.
It was growing dark, still you could see what was beginning to appear behind the horizon the crowns of the trees were creating.
The Sanctuary, just like you remembered it from the one time you had seen it. Tall, dark and with a presence radiating from it as if it stood over each and everything.
So there it was.
Your new home.


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Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader (Negan’s so) has a panic attack because she thought Negan was going to die when he fought simon and he comforts her?


Pictures and screams still rushed through your mind as you fell to your knees in the corner of the pantry, shifting your body into the cold stone until your arms were hugging your legs.
Sobs and whimpers left your lips as they blurred your view, turning the stocked metal regals that were hiding you into a wavy mess while your own heartbeat was pulsing up your throat.
You’d almost lost him.
One wrong step, one missed punch and Simon would’ve gotten the upper hand back.
One wrong step, one missed punch and Simon would have killed him.
The scene was playing over and over in your head on repeat, showing how Simon caught Negan by surprise and punched him to the ground, how his fist drove down on him over and over again while you couldn’t do a single thing.
There was only one pic keeping the relief in you upright to fight the panic and it was nothing else than the one of Negan kneeling over Simon, closing his hands around his throat until the life drained away from his body.
And that was exactly the last thing you had seen in the hall before the panic in your body took over and urged you away, telling you that if you wouldn’t move now, you would break down in the middle of the whole Sanctuary.
And now you were here, rocking softly back and worth, with your fingers fumbling nervously on the worn fabric of your pants while your throat only brought muffled cries and strained whimpers out.
You couldn’t lose him too, you couldn’t lose him like anybody else and while you had liked to think all this time that Negan was untouchable, these moments brought you back to reality, showed you how fast you could lose him too.
You couldn’t take that again, you just couldn’t, you couldn’t see him torn up and blood overflown like your family and friends,.
Your whole body cramped just by the memory and the thought what had just almost happened, forcing you to choke out another cry as your body shock with harsh trembles.

“Baby? (Y/N), fuck…where are you?”, a deep and still strained voice made you flinch against the cold stone walls, slightly stumbling but still heavy footsteps following as you saw his shadow catching through the paths between the shelfs.
You couldn’t grasp a clear thought as you saw him coming closer, whimpers still leaving your lips before your blurred eyes caught hazel ones that stared within seconds down at you.
“Oh shit…”, left his lips as your eyes ran over his face, catching the wound on his temple and cheekbone that still let a little blood trickle down his skin.
You couldn’t stop more shivering breaths to fall from your lips as you caught him rushing towards you until he kneeled down in front of you and leaned Lucille against the nearest wall.
“Damn Sweetheart…what-”, he mumbled, cutting himself off as he cupped your face, stroking the tears from your skin as you tried to churn out words.
“I thought…I thought he was gonna kill you”, you mumbled, your breath still heavy as the next tears rolled down your face, paired with the words that made every muscle of yours cramp.
“But he didn’t, see? I’m as alive and fuckin’ brisk as ever”, he said, trying to calm you as he put a smile on his lips and leaned a little closer, showing you even more of his wounds.
“You need to get patched up”, you sniffed, reaching one of your trembling hands up to trail them over the skin beneath the wound that was boasting on his cheekbone.
“No, no that can wait till later…what I fuckin need to do now is calm my girl down”, he softly chuckled even though there was worry swinging in his glance, mixed with the exhaustion from the fight.
He sighed quietly as he let himself fall next to you, suppressing to groan out loud as soon as his body hit the ground.
“Come here, I could use some damn cuddling with you too after that whole shit”, he said with another chuckle as he opened his arms and motioned for you to climb into his lap.
You nodded quietly in response, moving your still shaking body closer, aching for his warmth and closeness until you could huddle up in his lap and feel his arms wrapping around you.
You felt a little relieve washing your veins as you nuzzled your face against his neck, breathing his comforting scent in as you could feel his head leaning against yours.
“And a blowjob but that can wait”, he mumbled with a chuckle against your forehead, pressing a kiss to your skin as you snorted softly.
He was trying to cheer you up, you could tell.
He was trying in his very own way but it worked, it always had worked before and it was working now. 
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear!”, he chuckled triumphal, as he pulled you closer into his warm embrace, playing some more kisses on your skin, tickling you softly with his beard stubble while you slowly began to calm down.
You were still on edge to fall back into the panic, you could feel it luring behind every dark corner in your mind but Negan’s warmth and affection helped you fighting it just now, even though there were still sniffled and small whimpers that managed to press themselves out of your lips.
You shut your eyes tightly, trying to focus on what helped you the most: his scent, his touch, those small growls that rumbled though his chest, his warmth, his nose that nuzzled into your hair, his hot breath that brushed over your skin.
“I can’t lose you”, you still choked out, feeling how Negan held you even closer the moment your voice hushed.
“You won’t lose me, not now, not fuckin’ ever and that’s a damn promise”, he mumbled, pressing another kiss to your skin, “Always gonna be right here with ya.”
The warmth within you began to spark further out as you let those words echo through your head, over and over again, slowly silencing your fears as you melted into his touch.

You didn’t know how long you exactly stayed this way but slowly, you calmed down, you heartbeat stopped pounding against your ribcage and got back to its regular thumping, your breath changed from rapid to relaxed, your body let loose and your whirling mind got finally silenced as well.
“Better now?”, you heard Negan eventually ask, his deep voice vibrating against your skin as you slowly began to nod.
You could hear him clearing his throat as he moved a little, enough so he could still keep you in his embrace as he lifted one arm and let his fingers grasp your chin.
Tilting it up you glanced into his eyes that roamed over your face, still searching for any tiny bit panic that could be left until he seemed to be sure that you were fine again.
Giving you a small smile he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soothing kiss as his mouth caressed over yours, kissing away the salty but dried tears that had lingered on your lips.
“Alright, then how ‘bout we head upstairs? I let Carson check my damn wounds and then we run some nice ass bath or some shit, sounds good?”, he asked as soon as his lips parted from yours, his fingers still tracing along your jaw as you felt a smile creeping up your lips as you softly nodded.
Your exes were fixed on him for another few seconds, on his hazel eyes that glanced with deep affection and relief at you and his dimples that were slightly showing through the salt and pepper stubble as he grinned while the hope and warmth were fully beginning to take over your mind again.
He wasn’t only gonna be right there with you, the very same counted the other way around as well.
There would always be threats and there would always be this tormenting panic to lose him but you had each other to fight these threats and fears, and in the end, that was all that counted.


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