Uncle Negan : Part Three
negan imagine / negan x you / negan x reader
warnings: language, negan being negan
“H o l y shit.” the doctor cradled the screaming baby and handed it delicately to Negan. “Straight from the fucking oven. You are a fucking angel.”
You collapsed back into the bed, exhausted from the labor.
“A beautiful girl. She definitely has her dad’s fucking looks with all of this crying.” He laughed as he bounced her in his arms, the crying slowly coming to a stop. You barely lifted your head off of your pillow, trying to catch a glimpse of the baby you hadn’t held yet.
“Oh man, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to just-” he cut himself off looking down at you, realizing you hadn’t seen her face yet. “-she has eyes just like her mothers.” He trudged over to the side of the bed, carefully placing the package in her arms. Once situated, her big eyes gazed up at you. She was gorgeous. You smiled as she reached out, grabbing for your hair. You laughed, relieved she was okay. You slowly looked up at Negan as his boots inched closer to the bed.
“Where’s Rick?” He took off his jacket and threw it on the bed.
“Scoot on over and I’ll tell you.” You slowly made room for him on what must’ve been a twin sized bed. In some weird way you were thankful he brought you here for the birth because he had taken all of the beds from Alexandria on there first run. He crawled up into the bed placing one arm around you and another on the baby’s head. “Rick decided to take a little nap while you were squeezing this little shit out,” he turned to look at you, “Now what we need to talk about is what we’re going to name this princess.”
You returned the eye contact. “We?”
He awkwardly turned his body to face you as much as he could. “Let me make something very fucking clear. I brought you here out of the kindness of my fucking heart to make sure you delivered this baby anywhere other than your fucking home. My resources, my doctor, my shit. As I understand it you delivered at least 2 months fucking early. So the way I see it, you owe me a little more than a fucking thank you.” Your tension filled the room as you r fear locked into his eyes until a pound on the door echoed through the room.
“OPEN THIS DOOR. NEGAN, O P E N TH E D O O R!”
“Dwight,” Negan sighed, pulling his arm closer to you “open up the damn door.” Rick’s pounding continued until Dwight swung open the door leaving him standing cold in the doorway. He looks between you and Negan, searching for words before laying eyes upon the baby.
“Rick! Thank you for finally deciding to join us. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the fucking fun. Look at this happy family. I mean we were before you walked in.” You saw Rick’s jaw clench as he proudly kept his cool.
“I would like to see my child.”
Negan laughed, leaning down whispering something into your ear before removing himself from the bed. “Well sure thing, Rick! I’m not a fucking baby snatcher if that’s the shit you’re fucking suggesting.” He kissed the baby’s head, grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. “You may wanna hold her for a bit tho, because I held her first she may have already associated my smell with the ‘father’ title,” he patted him on the shoulder, “but I wouldn’t fucking sweat it.” He signaled for Dwight to follow and the two left the room, locking the door behind him. Rick stood frozen in the middle of the room; you could see his sweat from the bed. “What did he say to you.”
“Rick,” you whispered trying to break his gaze, “Rick, she has your nose.” He slowly looked up at you.
“S–she?” You saw him look down, trying to hide the smile that started to crawl across his face.
“Rick.” You called his name again, your voice becoming unsteady. He made his way over to the bed, a steady flow of tears following close behind. He laid down, resuming the spot Negan had warmed up for him. You laid the baby in his arms, creating a look of wonder across Rick’s face. He was speechless.
“She is so…so beautiful,” He kissed her head, “She has your e-”
“My eyes. I know.” you said finishing his sentence. “You know he’ll never hurt Mary. You just have to ignore what he says.”
“Mary,” He laughed, overcome with joy, “after your Mother? I thought you told me her name was-”
“Sure, yeah-yes. My mother.”
He put his arm around you, accepting you and Mary into his existence. “She’s going to make everything alright, I feel it. This is exactly what Alexandria needs.”
You slowly looked at the door, disguising the fear in your eyes.
“Eventually, she will be. Eventually.”
THERE’S PART THREE
BABY IS NAMED, NEGAN’S TAKIN OVER, RICK’S STILL PISSED.
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