Category: TWD season 9

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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

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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.

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Imagine for the 14th episode of season 9

Summary: When Daryl comes along with the others to Alexandria and the Reader gets for the first time since he knows of her relationship to Negan a fair chance to talk to him, the day seems like it’s going to be one of the best in a long time, until Judith disappears…

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Low rumbles shook through Negan’s chest as you cuddled closer into his warmth, feeling his bare skin pressing against yours as the first sunray’s shone through the cell’s windows and fell onto the sheets covering your bodies.
You were still swinging somewhere between being asleep and waking up as you nuzzled your nose into his neck and ran your hand over his chest to let your fingertips toy sleepily with the small dark curls that peppered it.
“Mornin’, Baby”, Negan mumbled, his voice drowsy and rougher than usual as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Morning”, you mumbled back, sighing sleepily out as you closed your eyes for a moment more and relished in the feeling of his arms wrapping tighter around you before you shifted your face away from the warmth of his neck, enough to glance with a drowsy smile at him.
“Slept well?”, he grumbled with a small grin, his eyes were just as sleepy as yours, still you could see how the bright rays of light were enlightening the green of his hazel irises as they darted at you.
“Yeah…you turned that day really into a good one with that night…besides everything with Michonne”, you mumbled, feeling how the happiness was slipping into your voice as you reached your hand up to let your fingertips caress through his salt and pepper stubble, watching as the ring that now stuck to your finger twinkled in the sun.
“Mhmm…not only me, also that fucker down there”, he grumbled with a low chuckle, snapping his hips a little up while he gave your waist a teasing squeeze.
“Yeah, for sure”, you chuckled with a soft snort back as you leaned into the warmth of his bare body until you sunk into him and let your lips caress slowly over his.
Humming you let your lips part, nuzzling your nose into his stubbly cheek as you felt him picking your hand up, pressing a quick kiss to its back before glancing at his gift.
“Y’know, If you’re ever on a run again or so and find some kinda ring that would fit me, ya gotta bring it back here”, he mumbled against your skin before moving your hand a little away, enough to glance at it as he linked his fingers with yours, “Wanna have one too…just to make it all complete”
“I’ll find you one”, you mumbled with a big smile on your lips, letting your head sink back on his shoulder as he nodded slowly.
“Hmm…at the latest when the damn day has come when I get outta-”, he suddenly stopped, grumbling confused as he turned his head towards the pillows.
“You hear that?”, he asked, his voice still drowsy as he shifted a little into the pillows. You furrowed your brows for a moment, unsure what he was talking about before you heard it too.
Voices, a whole bunch of voices chatting enthusiastically and which mixed with sounds of squeaking wooden wheels and the neighing of horses. It was way too early for so much to be going on in Alexandria on a normal day, so something must have happened, something must have changed.
“Yeah…weird”, you grumbled sleepily, yawning a little as Negan hummed in response. “Hmm…gonna go if I can see something…as long as I still can”, he mumbled with a dry chuckle as he nodded to the windows and shifted a little over the sheets. Moving out of his arms you allowed him to slip out of the bed and quickly pull his boxers and a shirt over his body before tapping towards the windows to glance outside.
“Well look at that”, Negan mumbled, curiosity sparking through his voice as he stepped a little closer, watching and listening closely as you shuffled up the pillows and pulled the blankets a little more over your bare body.
“What do you see?”, you asked, furrowing your brows as you tried to catch some voices that echoed inside.
“Whole mass of people, and they’re packing a bunch of shit on horses and some of the carriages…isn’t the fair someday now?”, he asked, rising the curiosity in you as well as he turned for a moment around and glanced at you.
“Yeah, but Michonne told them off”, you mumbled confusedly, grabbing your nightdress from below the bed to pull it over your body and shuffle out of the bed, leaving the warmth behind as your feet his the cool cement floor.
Yawning softly you walked towards Negan, feeling him pulling you to his side as you heard the voices clearer now as well and could catch and see a bit of what was going on outside.
“You think she changed her mind?”, Negan asked, caressing his hand over your side as you shrugged your shoulders and huffed softly.
“After yesterday…I wouldn’t say so…but maybe Gabriel or Aaron talked to her again…but I guess I’ll find out as soon as I’m outside”, you mumbled, sinking a little more against him as you felt the cold creeping up your legs, spreading more goosebumps over your skin as a soft groan left your lips, “Shit…it’s really beginning to get colder.”
“Hmm, don’t ya have the later shift today?”, Negan asked as he leaned his head against yours, pressing his lips to your forehead as a grin grew on them, “How about I warm us a little up?”
A low chuckle was leaving his lips as he wrapped his arms tighter around your body, “And before you say anything, everybody’s out there’s focused on their fucking self, gettin’ ready for moving out and no damn guards coming here for some time either damn way…so we two can start the day the right fucking way”, he mumbled against your skin before he chuckled, “Literally.”
“Hmm…I’m still a little sore from last night”, you grumbled into his shirt, laughing softly  before you felt him squeezing your waist playfully.
“Mhmm…poor thing”, he teased, scratching his beard stubble slightly against your forehead as he pressed another kiss to your skin, “Gonna take good fuckin’ care of that, you know that.”
“Yeah, I do”, you chuckled back, wrapping your arms around his torso to hug him back and nuzzle your nose into his warmth while a thick laugh rumbled through his chest.
“Well, then lets get to it!”

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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

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

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Summary: After living through the night after Negan’s self harm in the cell, the reader’s hopes for a better day get destroyed as Maggie visits Alexandria and Rick’s fate is sealed at the bridge…

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Sun beams enlightened hazel eyes, letting them light up in their warm tone, enhancing each of their features and the flow of their colors as they always did around this time in the morning, when the light intensified and streamed through the metal bars on the cell’s windows.
But there was a difference to those other mornings, one that still had the ability to let an ice-cold shudder run down your spine.
Those eyes were just as captivating as always but at the same time the glance stuck in them displayed each moment that had happened last evening and the following night.
They were still slightly reddened, the rings beneath them dark and the rest of his features still coined by the tears that had flown over them in the last night.
They were dried by now, just like the blood on his forehead wound that still looked as horrific as last night, despite your tries to take care of it.
Part of you still didn’t want to believe it, even though you deep down knew that everything about this was true, every single bit.
And just as much as you knew this, you knew that you had to find a way to help him out of this pit of darkness he seemed to have fallen into.

A small sigh left your lips as you felt his hand cupping yours a little tighter, letting his fingers intertwine with yours a little more as you shifted closer against him. The first hard part of this morning laid behind you, the first careful attempts to talk to him properly, not just about Michonne’s conversation with him and that what had followed, but also the reason she had decided to visit him.
A tiny bit of this talk seemed to have already paid off as you glanced for a moment at his breakfast that was gone by now, leaving only a few bread crumbs on the white plate beside the bed behind.
It was just a tiny step, but at the same time it felt like a big and mighty one.
You still weren’t sure how often he had done this to himself, how often his skull had met the cold stone and the agony just thinking about it just like the fear of triggering something in him hindered you from asking further.
”It’s almost time for your shift…you should call the guard down”, Negan mumbled with a heavy gulp, even though you could tell he was trying his best to keep his voice firm.
”I don-”
”No, you won’t stay here for me and get yourself into trouble, not gonna happen”, he cut you off, pushing the thought about staying with him that had ghosted through your head away before it could fully unfold.
”Siddiq would understand…I’m sure of that…if you feel like you need me here with you, I’ll stay”, you said, your voice soothing as you glanced at him and caught him gulping heavily as his eyes wandered over the gray cement ground.
”Still, you’d get some kinda problems for fuckin’ sure…I’ll be fine…as long as I can have you back in that bed here tonight I’ll be fine”, he said after a couple of silent moments, squeezing your hand lightly as he glanced up and forced a weak smile onto his lips.
You still looked at him with doubt, feeling like you didn’t want to leave him alone right now even though his words began to push you slowly into a different direction.
”I’ll be fine, Baby”, he mumbled once again as gulped, “I…I won’t do it again.”
His voice was quiet even though he tried to put firmness into it as he grasped your hand tighter and glanced for a moment at you.
You wanted to say something, put all those thoughts that were swirling through your head into sentences but instead you leaned in and reached with your free hand up to cup the side of his jaw, softly caressing it before you slowly leaned in.
Your forehead rested against his, careful to not hurt his wound as you closed your eyes for a moment and let your fingertips toy softly with his thick beard.
You could feel him moving a little until his hot breath was brushing over your lips before they eventually captured yours, gently even though some small, needy growls still rumbled though his chest and vibrated against your skin as his warmth took you in.
”I love you..so damn much. You know that, right?”, you softly mumbled as your lips parted again, feeling like he needed to hear those words more than ever before.
”Yeah…I love you too, Sweetheart”, he rasped quietly, pulling you into his embrace until your face could bury into the curve of his neck and his arms could wrap tightly around your figure, allowing him to lean his head against yours and softly nuzzle his nose into your hair.
You could feel yourself melting into his hug just as much as he melted against your body, cradling you and keeping you deeply in his embrace as you closed your eyes for a moment, knowing that you had to leave this moment of comfort, earlier or later.

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