but i do kind of want to stand on rick's side again

Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.
Negan Imagine ~ Out of the blue

When Negan first visits Alexandria he takes a liking in the heavily pregnant reader and shows a whole different side of him when its suddenly gets really tough for her…

Requested

Originally posted by aliciasdaryl

The sun was shining brightly while you sat on the porch of your house while you sat in the rocking chair swinging slightly back and forth as you saw Rick coming towards you.
”Feeling better?”, he asked as he walked the stairs up.
Your pregnancy had been everything else than easy.
Shortly after you had noticed it, the problems had began and while you had thought that it would stop after the first months it got even worse.
You could be glad that you were in Alexandria, had medicine and wouldnt have to fear that the baby would come while a hoard of walkers could show up around every corner.
”A bit. The fresh air is doing a good job”, you said smiling at him while he pulled some tablets out of his pockets.
”I was told to give them to you”, he said laying the tablets into your hands.
You looked at Rick while he sat down next to you in another rocking chair.
His face was pale, he looked like he hadnt slept in days and his eyes looked like he would begin to cry in every next second.
It was just days ago you had seen your friends coming back, their faces completely distraught and filled with grief.
Their eyes still red and swollen from crying.
It still felt unreal that they were gone and you wished that they would come back, even if you knew they wouldn’t.
You weren’t with them when this man, this monster, killed them.
You were in Alexandria, keeping everything as good together as you could while Rick was gone.
You had almost come with them, but Gregory opposed to let two pregnant women live at Hilltop and you knew that you would let Maggie go when he announced that to Rick.
You had a break of your problems in that time and you would have never taken the place while seeing how bad she felt.
But the hard pregnancy wasnt the only thing Maggie and you shared.
The father of your child wouldnt ever get the chance to see his child grow up, just like Glenn.
He had died shortly before you met Aaron who brought you to Alexandria and also shortly before you found out that you were pregnant.
”Wont be long until its coming, huh?”, Rick asked smiling slightly while nodding over to your belly.
”By what the Doctor at hilltop calculated the last time, it has to be about two weeks, maybe a bit less left”, you said smiling back.
You looked back onto the street and saw how Rosita walked towards your house and looked up to Rick and you.
“Rick? I’ll go with Spencer on a run. Just wanted you to know”, she said into your direction.
“Alright”, responded Rick nodding before just minutes after Rosita had vanished you heard noises coming from the gates you couldnt match to Rosita and Spencer.

You walked behind Rick in the direction of the gates and could already see from afar that Spencer and Rosita werent alone and that the man behind the gates was no one else than the man your friends had told you of with shook in their voices
Negan.
He was standing there, with the baseball bat that had killed your friends over his shoulder while he talked to Spencer.
“You’re too early”, said Rick while he walked closer towards Negan.
“Missed you”, Negan said chuckling with a weird grin on his lips.
You surveyed him while he talked to Rick.
He was tall, his dark hair was gelled back, his lips that still formed that grin were surrounded with a salt and pepper beard and his eyes were gleaming.
And this pair of eyes suddenly darted directly at you while their gleam increased.
His glance stayed on you and caught your eyes and didnt let them go for moments until he looked grinning back to Rick.
Your glance went behind him were you saw how Daryl stood within Negans army.
He looked horrible, clothed in some kind of sack looking stuff and his face was swollen and covered with bruises.
God what had they done with him?

You got ripped out of your thought by the squeaking of the gates and saw how Negan walked grinning inside.
“Hold that”, muttered Negan grinning to Rick before walked towards you.
“Holy crap Darling, you are really pregnant like holy shit…and by the way also fucking pretty”, he said smirking as he walked closer while his eyes didn’t leave yours letting a shiver run down your back. 
He looked on some exaggerated kind of way around as if he was searching for somebody before he looked back at you. 
“You know Sweetie, you really deserve fucking better. If I’d be your fucking man I wouldn’t leave your fucking side…especially not in your circumstances”, he said grinning at you. 
“He’s dead”, you hissed glaring at him. 
Negan formed an “Oh” with his lips which you werent really sure about if he was actually sorry or just being sarcastic. 
Seconds later he looked smirking at you, his tongue between his lips while he analyzed your face.
“Would you-”, started Rick to say but was directly interrupted by Negan. 
“No Rick. Would you fucking shut up while I’m talking to this beautiful lady?”, Negan said chuckling at Rick while he pointed at you. 
You nodded to Rick, trying to show him that everything was alright, another dispute here was the last thing you needed and wanted.
“So what’s your name, Darling”, he asked as he turned smirking back to you . 
“(Y/N)”, you said. 
“Thats some fucking beautiful name, Darling. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m Negan”, he said smirking while you just nodded trying to respond with an uninterested glance. 
“Sweetheart, Its a fucking shame that I gotta do some work here but I’d fucking love to spend some time with you when its done”, he said winking at you before he walked back to Rick who was still holding Negans bat in his hands.
“Didn’t know you have such treasures here”, you heard him chuckling say as he bowed down to Rick. 
Negan winked one last time at you before he and his men began to make their way through Alexandria.

You walked sighing through the streets, not really knowing what to do while you saw how the Saviors got everything out of the houses that seemed somehow useful to them, before you saw Carl walk into the provisional Hospital and decided to follow him into it.
But as you had already expected it, you and Carl werent alone for a long time.
You jolted up as you saw two men walking into the room and walked straight towards the cupboards with the medicine and began pulling everything inside their bags they could grab.
”You need to leave something here”, growled Carl while one of the men turned chuckling around.
”We don’t need to leave anything here”, he said before he turned back around again and grabbed some more tablets.
“Don’t you see that she’s pregnat? She needs the medicine”, said Carl his voice already trembling though anger.
“Kid, do you think we care about that? ‘Cause surprise surprise, we don’t”, said the man chuckling darkly.
“The deal was half of it, not all”, you said calmly but still tensed.
The man turned around and looked chuckling at you.
“The thing is, what you say doesn’t matter. Not at all”, he said grinning at you. You scoffed but before you could continue you saw how Carl raised his gun.
“Deal is Deal”, growled Carl as the man turned around to him.
“Come on Kid, put that gun down you won’t shoot anyway”, said the other man grinning.
In the same moment Carl pointed at the ceiling and pulled the trigger producing a loud shot.
“I’m serious”, Carl growled before he continued.
“Now put them back”, Carl threatened while you saw two figures coming in through the door.
Rick and Negan.
Negans glance wandered from Carl to you and back before he turned around to him.
“Wow, really Kid?”, Negan asked chuckling.
“You should all go before you find out how dangerous we all are”, growled Carl, the gun still raised.
“Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the sit out of my goddamn french but did you just fucking threaten me?”, asked Negan pointing at Carl who growled in response.
“I like you, so I don’t wanna go hard and prove a point here…again”, Negan continued while Carl finally lowered the gun.
“So whats the fucking problem, that Carl over here wants to shoot my men”, asked Negan raising his eyebrows.
“Your men want to take all the medicine and not the agreed half”, you said while Negan turned around to you by the sound of your voice.
He smirked while looking into your eyes, but just seconds later his glance got more serious before he turned around to his men.
“Alright…you leave the fucking medicine here”, he said shortly glancing at you and then back to his men.
“Everyth-”, began the shorter one to reply but got interrupted by Negan.
“Yeah fucking everything. But that doesnt change that this young man tried to cause some fucking trouble with one of my guns. So you know what I fucking guess Rick? I think you have way to many of my fucking guns”, he said looking over to Rick.
While Negan began to talk to Rick you felt how an unbearable pain shot through your body and made your legs feel like they couldn’t hold your body anymore. You heard how you gasped asyou stumbled backwards, while your eyes fluttered through the pain that just wouldn’t stop shooting through every inch of your body.
You felt how somebody grabbed you before you could stumble even more and how this person placed one hand on your back to stabilize you.
As you slowly looked up from your belly you didn’t saw into Ricks or Carl’s eyes, it were Negans.
“Holy crap Sweetheart are you alright?”, he asked looking at you while you tried to get your voice back.
“It’s coming”, was the only thing you could get out of your mouth before the pain shot again through your body.
Looking into his eyes you saw the shook in them, he swallowed hard and it seemed like he couldnt get a word out of his mouth.
You had made this man speechless for a moment.
You saw how he rallied himself , while you noticed that you had clawed your hands into the leather sleeves of his jacket.
Hell, why now?
Why?
Now when this man was here.
“Where’s your fucking doctor?”, Negan finally asked turning to Rick.
“Your men shot her some time ago”, you muttered before Rick could say anything.
Negan looked back at you while he breathed stressed out.
“Anybody else who knows how to deliver a fucking baby?”, he asked and you could hear that he tried to be as calm as he could.
You tired to get your pounding head to think about the people that could be in line for that.
Rosita was in the woods with Spencer.
She could be anywhere there.
The only one that came into your mind was Eric.
He had told you some time ago that he had assisted by one of the births while Pete had been the doctor here.
And that was better than nothing
“Maybe Eric, but I don’t know where he is”, you  said while your voice trembled.
“Okay Sweetheart, I’ll fucking stay here with you and we’re gonna bring this baby fucking healthy into the world, trust me”, he said still holding you tight before he ordered Rick to search for Eric.
“You’re not staying alone here with her”, said Carl suddenly glaring at Negan.
“Kid, do you really fucking think I’ll hurt her or what?”, Negan asked bewildered.
Carl scoffed while his glance gored through Negan.
“Alright, stay here or help your Dad search for that man, whatever”, Negan said before he looked back at you.
“Its too early, its coming too early”, you muttered trembling while you still tried to realize what was happening right now.
“Don’t worry Sweetheart. Its gonna be fucking alright”, Negan said stroking over your back.
He was calm now, or at least were good at pretending to be and with that, he surprised you.
Right now he wasnt that asshole, he was softer and more concerned than you ever thought this man could be.
Your legs began to become weak again and it seemed like Negan noticed that.
“I’ll get you to the cot”, you heard Negan mutter before he slowly lead you over to the cot.
Your legs trembled as you propped yourself against it and suddenly felt something wet running down your legs.
“Shit”, you muttered before you looked swallowing at Negan.
“Something wrong, Darling?”, you heard Negan ask with a concerned undertone.
“My water just broke”, you responded while you saw how Negan swallowed before he helped you get onto the cot
You laid there whille the pain of your first contraction decreased as Negan looked at you.
“Alright, we gotta get you out of those pants”, he said looking down on you before you slowly nodded.
Negan began gently slipping off your pants but as he went for your panties you jolted up by his touch.  
“Theres no reason to be shy, Sweetheart. Trust me, Ive already seen lady parts and I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t fucking want to”, he said.
”Okay”, you responed quietly nodding.
You looked over to Carl.
You could see that he tried his hardest to not let it show through how difficult this situation was for him.
You had been with them when Lori gave birth to Judith, had helped Maggie to get the baby out of Loris body and had seen how Carl had to see how his mother died.
And you had heard how he finally shot her.
If the situation right now sent you back to the moment his mom died through childbirth, then he would see the pictures before his eyes again also.
“Carl, you don’t have to stay if-”, you said but before you could go on Carl interrupted you.
“I’m staying”, he said determined while you heard Negan chuckle slightly.
You looked back at him, he had sat down on a chair and now he took your hand into his.
“What are you doing?”, you asked looking surprised at him.
“You’re gonna need something to fucking squeeze, right?”, he asked grinning.
That man that sat next to you, holding your hand had nothing in common with the man your friends had to met.
With the man that had bashed your friends heads.
And that confused you.
You didnt know how to get those two versions of him together.
How to see him anyways.
You were about to ask him why he was staying but you felt how everything in your lower stomach contracted again and the pain rushed through your whole body.
You began to tremble uncontrollably as your breath got faster and your heart pumped heavily against your chest while it felt like somebody was ripping your stomach.
The pain brought tears into your eyes and let them fall down your cheeks while you tried to not let the pain drive you insane.
You squeezed the living hell out of Negans hands while he stroke with his free hand over your lower arm, trying his best to help you through your pain.
Suddenly the door hit open and you saw how Eric rushed in, while you felt how the contraction got less strong again but left your body trembling.
“Rick told me-”, he said but suddenly stopped as he saw Negan sitting next to you while you saw how Negan began to grin.
Eric swallowed but walked then over to you.
“So you know how that whole fucking thing works?”, asked Negan looking at the swallowing Eric.
“I’m no doctor, but I helped once…I’ll try my very best", he said to Negan before his glance wandered over to you.
“Trust me”, Eric said while you responded with a nod because you couldn’t get a word out of your mouth.
You tried to calm yourself a bit down as the pain left your body, but you knew that it would come back, and that it would come back even worse.
You looked at your hand that was still grabbed tight around Negans and made his turn pale.
You shocked loosend your grip as you saw how hard you had squeezed it.
“No, no, its fucking okay, just keep doing it”, he said pulling your hand back into his after he had seen your glance.
“Thanks”, you forced with the last energy out of your trembling lips while he began letting his thumb circle soothing over the back of your hand.
“Any fucking time”, he said with a slight smile on his lips.
You stayed like that for not long until the next contraction started that was even worse than the others before and it just kept going like that.
Contraction.
Break.
Contraction.
Break and it just went on and on, while the breaks became smaller and the contractions so worse that you had the feeling that it would break your body.
You don’t know how long it went on like that but it felt like a eternity.
“Alright, (Y/N) you have to press”, said Eric and seemed to sound as calm as he could.
You followed his directions but it just felt like it helped nothing while the pain tortured you.
You heard Negan saying words and even if your pounding head and the gaze the pain had laid over you didnt let you hear what he was saying, his voice somehow calmed you a bit down.

The pain of the contraction finally decreased slowly and left you completely done.
Your ribcage went uncontrollably up and down and you felt as weak as never before.
“I don’t know how long I can go on”, you stumbled, your voice trembling almost as much as your whole body while you looked over to Negan.
“Alright, listen Sweetheart, you seem like a fucking brave and strong woman and I fucking bet you’ve went through a whole shitload of crap so you’ll fucking make it through this too”, Negan said calmly while he soothing squeezed your hand.
You nodded slowing your breath down and laying back into the pillow.
Suddenly Eric’s face went as white as a ghost.
“Whats wrong?”, you heard Negan ask concerned.
You looked to Eric and saw his hands and lower arms completely covered in blood while he stared swallowing over to Negan.
”I don’t think that much blood is normal”, it blustered out of his mouth while his eyes were widened.
Your breath got heavier again, while your body began shaking harder.
You didnt know what to do anymore.
Your head was muddled trough all the pain and your body felt like it couldnt take much more burden.
“What now?”, was the only thing you could get out of your mouth.
“I…I make it somehow happen..we have to go through this, theres no other way I can think of”, said Eric exhausted but still determined.
You saw yourself already dead, worse, your child dead and the thoughts of that made the panic increase and your eyes widened, while you began to quietly whimper.
“Shh, you’re doing a fucking great job (Y/N). You’re gonna make it through this, alright? We’re gonna deliver your baby fucking healthy, I fucking promise”, Negan said before he brought your hand to his face and brushed his lips over its back while his thumb kept circling soothing over it.
You tried to allow the feeling to calm you down, you didnt want the pain to take over your head even if it seemed often like it almost did.
And after a few moment his actions actually calmed you a little bit down before the next time wanted to test you again.
Eric did all he could.
Carl glanced supporting at you even if you saw how hard it was for him.
Negan kept sitting next to you, stood by your side the whole time, held your hand and somehow found the right words.
And you, you were trying your best to stay determined and not let the horrible pain get you down that kept trying to conquer your head after it had overtaken your body.
You don’t know how long it stayed like that.
How long the pain washed over you like a wave that tried to drown you again and again.
And even if it seemed almost impossible to you, Negan was definitely one of the reasons you could keep up.

You were almost completely down and out as you heard a scream and with that one moment you were complete awake again.
As your view began to be clear again was the first thing you saw Negan, his face turned away from you but you could still recognize how amazed and speechless he looked into a specific direction.
You followed his glance and saw how Eric walked towards you with a little body in his arms.
The little body of your baby.
As you felt how it was laid onto your chest, the feeling of pure happiness streamed through your whole body and seemed to wash all the pain out of it.
The last hours suddenly didnt matter anymore for now, they were more than worth it.
You looked at the little human that laid just covered by a small blanket in your arms while you felt how warm tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks.
After some time your glance went up and you saw into the faces of Carl, Eric and also Negan whose glances were directed on you and your child.
You smiled overjoyed and couldnt even stop doing so.
You were exhausted but you didnt care about that for now, you were just happy that your child laid healthy in your arms after that torture of birth.
You heard a knock on the door and just moments later a savior came in.
“Boss, the night has already descended. We should maybe leave…”, said the man with a nervous undertone.
“A third of you stay here with me over the night, the others leave. I don’t fucking care who… and now get the fuck out”, growled Negan before he looked back at you.
You looked asking at him before walked a bit towards you.
“Just wanna be on the fucking save side that you’re both doing well”, he said with a small smile on his lips.
It was not alike the saucy grin he had on face when you were standing by the gates, no, this time and also the whole time he was standing by your side it was a honest friendly smile you would never have expected from him.
You should hate him for what he had done and was still doing to your friends, but after these endless hours he had shown another side and you couldnt leave that side unnoticed.
Negan sat down next to you on the cot looked from you to your child after he had softly brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
“Thats some fucking miracle, huh?”, he said looking at the little bundle of joy in your arms.
“Yeah, it is”, you muttered smiling while you the hand of your baby wrapped around your finger.
“I’ll let you everything here you fucking need, you’re not gonna have to fucking worry about anything”, he muttered half in thoughts before he looked with a half smile up and you could see in his glance that he absolutely meant it.

That man who was a monster had also a humane side in him left you couldn’t deny and he didnt just proved it through the birth where he had stood by your side the whole time, he also stayed the whole night after it with you, making sure that you were alright.
You got to see this side of him even more and more and somehow, you seemed to let this side of him grow.

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Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 10

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 10

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: Your plan to avoid Negan seems to be unsuccessful.

Warnings: NSFW

Original Idea by: @babyblues915

Note: Negan is back and so is the smut. Just a little bit of it though. More to come in the next part lol. Let me know your thoughts! And thank you everyone for always reading! xoxo

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You were on guard duty when you saw Rosita approach the gates. She was all geared up for a run, you assumed, seeing that she was wearing a large backpack on one shoulder. Wondering where she was headed, you climbed down from the wooden scaffolding and blocked her way.

“What?” she snapped at you with a glare.

“Where are you going?” you curiously asked, wearing the rifle on your shoulder.

Rosita made a face, “To scavenge.” she stated, rolling her eyes and brushing past you to open the gate.

You remained standing behind her, not really knowing whether to believe her or not. Once the gate was opened, Rosita turned around and found you watching her closely. Heaving out a sigh of frustration, she walked up to you with a bitter smirk.

“I haven’t told anyone, if that’s what you’re so worried about. So get off my back, please.” she said in an exasperated tone before shaking her head and walking off.

Still not convinced, you called out to her. “How can I be so sure that you haven’t told anyone?” you asked.

Rosita snickered, “Trust me, you’d know if I did.” and with that she left.

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I Love My Redneck

Daryl Dixon x Reader | SmutAF | 18+ Only Warning!

Request #1: I’m so happy that now we can make requests lmao. Would you do one with lap dance? Like … Daryl find some old CD of some band that YN likes (Led Zep for ex) and she do a lap dance on him and … you know how end up hehe ! Love your work, sincerely!

Request #2: One that YN get calling by one man that she finds in a run, he says something like “can’t believe you’re with a old redneck” and that’s hurt Daryl and then when you two got back, he gets quite and then you two make love, all kind and eye in the eye 😍

Summary: Early Season 4. Prison Era. Daryl and the Reader have been dating for a while, they go out on a run to scavenge for supplies and the Reader turns Daryl on. Smut ensues. Reader finds a radio with some tapes including Daryl’s favorite band, Led Zeppelin. Reader takes it intending to treat Daryl with a lap dance later. Later that night they are around the campfire at the prison when to younger men ask the Reader why she is with an old redneck. The reader responds and later finds out Daryl is upset by it. The reader comforts Daryl and treats him to a lap dance. They make love afterwards, salty and sweetly.

(A/N: This one was really fun to write, I hope you all enjoy it! A great way to send off the Daryl smut before Macmanus March.)

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You trip and scrape your knee as you run quickly through the forest and trip and fall onto the asphalt of the nearby town you were scavenging as a group.

“Gah!” You cry out in pain as you sit up and cradle the blood scraped knee, on the ground.

Suddenly, from the corner of your eye you see Daryl rush over and sit beside you, not worried about anything else but you.

You smile softly over at him and roll your eyes, “I’m okay, baby. I am just a klutz, you say chuckling to yourself and reaching your hand out to him.

He smiles softly and nods his head, standing back up and taking both of your arms in his big strong hands and pulling you back to safety and back into his arms. You wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders and sway your body back and forth lovingly in front of him, smiling as his hands rest softly on the small of your back.

You hear a throat clear behind you and your eyes turn quickly to the source. Rick stands there trying to remain in serious mode, but grinning a little that he had to pull you two off of each other, yet again.

He nods to you and up to Daryl, who smirks uncontrollably at his friend, shrugging his shoulders at his fatherly stare. Rick chuckled and nodded his head to the ground, kicking the dirt with his boot a few times before turning an easy smile back towards you both.

You grin and square your shoulders, standing next to Daryl, pressing your shoulder to his, as you reach down and grab his hand.

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Daryl x Reader - My Minds Telling Me No, But My Body's Telling Me Yes

(Request: Hi! Could you write Daryl fic where the reader is young (19/20) and Ricks daughter. She is crazy about Daryl and shows him that often, but he keep declining her love (and his feelings) for age gap, Rick and bcs he thinks that she could find someone better. But one night she goes mad bcs hes stubborn and convince him how much she loves him. He respond positively and gets fluffy and love and maybe some love making (her first time))

Note: I really hope you guys enjoy this!! LOVE YOU ALL

Warning: losing virginity, smut, angst, fluff
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Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

It was a hot day in Alexandria. You wore a pair of shorts and a revealing top, mostly because it was hot but partly because you wanted to get Daryl’s attention. Daryl Dixon, he was a hard one to crack, but crack him you did. When you first laid eyes on him in Atlanta you knew he was trouble, but that’s what drew you to him, you were always a sucker for a bad boy. Over time you were able to break down his barriers, slowly but surely. You two had gotten close and you often expressed your feelings for him but he never did anything to show he felt the same. Well, he did when it was only you two. It was subtle things like teaching you how to hunt back on the farm, or showing you how to shoot a crossbow. But when you would hand him something and your hands brushed together you knew there was a connection there, he looked at you in a way that showed secret affection. You two could never truly get it on without your father having something to say about it.

Rick knew you took an interest in Daryl and he had spoken to you about it. As much as Rick loved Daryl, he was too much older than you and Rick encouraged you to talk to Heath or Spencer, someone closer to your age. You only smiled and nodded when he said that, you agreed with him there and then but in reality, it was going in one ear and out the other. Your eyes darted across the walls as you tried to look for Daryl’s figure. You spotted him near the gates cleaning his bike.

“Hey Dixon” you smirked, walking over to him and shielding your eyes from the sun.

“Hey” he said bluntly, trying to focus on his bike rather than your irresistible figure.

“Hot day, right? And you’re wearing a leather jacket, why don’t you take it off?” you asked, moving closer to him and wrapping your fingers on the collar of his jacket.

“C’mon (y/n)” he said, shrugging your hands off of him. “Don’t do this now”

“I’m not doing anything. I just thought you might be a little hot in this” you said, tugging at his jacket as you leaned closer to him. “That’s why I wore something that would keep me cool” you teasingly whispered in his ear.

“Daryl”

A voice made him jump and he stood up quickly as you saw your dad approaching. You took a step back, not wanting to get Daryl in trouble.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Rick asked, leaning his hands on his hips, clearly oblivious to what was going on before.

“Yeah. Just cleaning up the bike now” he replied.

Rick nodded his head and then looked at you. An awkward silence fell upon you three as Rick looked between you and Daryl, trying to fit the puzzle pieces together. “You spoken to Spencer (y/n)? I think he was looking for you”

Daryl lowered his head and dropped back down to cleaning his bike as you glared at Rick. “No I haven’t spoken to him and I have no intention to in the future” you spat back.

“Think about it” he said, taking one more look at Daryl before turning his back and walking away.

What’s happening tomorrow?” you asked, turning back to Daryl.

He stood up and swung the now dirty rag over his shoulder, completely ignoring your question as he walked past you.

“Hey! Wait up!” you ran forward to match his fast pace. “Are you going on a run?”

“Don’t worry about it” he replied, his voice low and gravelly.

You stopped in your tracks as you put two and two together. You had heard from Tara that the group were planning on attacking the saviors base, you just didn’t know when. Now you knew it was tomorrow.

“It’s dangerous” you said, catching up to him once again.

“It’ll be fine (y/n)”

“What if something happens? What if it goes wrong and you-”

“Just drop it alright! I don’t need ya to babysit me I’m a grown ass man, I can take care of myself!” Daryl cut you off, his voice raised as he turned to face you.

You looked down at the floor as his words cut through your skin. He was right, he could take care of himself and he didn’t need you around.

“Anyway, Ricks right” he said, dropping his eyes to the floor, his voice calmer.

“What do you mean he’s right?” you asked, looking up at him. You knew what he was talking about but you just wanted to hear him say it. You wanted him to give you a reason to get angry.

“You should talk to Spencer, he’s closer to your age-”

“I’m fed up with people treating me like a child! Daryl how long have we known each other and how long have I showed that I love you?” You stretched your arms out in question “Age is just a damn number to me and I don’t care about Spencer I care about you!”

Daryl went silent at your words and avoided eye contact. As much as you showed him you cared, it would always break your heart when he said nothing back.

“Are you gonna say something?” you asked, tears starting to form in your eyes. Daryl looked back at you and went to reply when his attention turned elsewhere.

“(Y/n)!”

You saw Daryl’s face turn to a frown as you looked around to see spencer heading towards you. You rolled your eyes as you looked back at Daryl, hoping he would say something.

“I’ll come ‘round tonight, we’ll talk about it then” he said before walking off, making sure to bump into Spencer as he walked past.

“What’s up with him?” Spencer asked, a look of confusion planted on his face.

“Your ugly ass is here” you thought. “He’s just in a mood as always” you smiled at him.

“Whatever. How about you come around to my place tonight, I cook a mean meatloaf” he said smiling.

You internally groaned as you knew your dad had set this up. “Sorry not tonight Spencer, maybe another time”

“That’s cool? Tomorrow?”

You gagged at his persistence but covered it up with a smile. “Sure”

“Great! I’ll see you then” he smiled before walking off and you could see Rick standing on his front porch watching you. You rolled your eyes at him before turning and heading towards your house.
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You draped your leg over the arm of the sofa as you waited for Daryl. You stared into space, letting your mind go blank and actually relax for the first time in a few years. In fact, you were so relaxed that you didn’t even here Daryl come in to the house.

“Hey, the door was unlocked so I let myself in” he said almost shyly. He walked over to you when you didn’t respond and he shook your leg. “(Y/n)?”

Your eyes went back to normal and you stared up at Daryl who towered above you. “Hey! Sorry I was just taking a minute to myself” you laughed as you pulled your legs back to let him sit down.

“About earlier, I’m sorry for snapping at you” he started, clearing his voice before continuing. “I just don’t know what to do when I’m around you. My minds tellin’ me no but my body’s telling me yes” he laughed, thinking about the song which now played in his head.

You let out a giggle and placed a hand on his bicep, staring at it adoringly as you mindlessly traced patterns along it. Daryl leaned his head back on the sofa and watched your face as you begun to talk.

“You don’t need to apologise. I know you’re frustrated” Your eyes lingered down to his slowly growing bulge and then they came up to meet his. You saw an ever-growing hunger in his eyes as his pupils enlarged and in a second his lips were on yours. Your heart rate picked up as you knew where this was heading. His hands slid across your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, your legs now on either side of him. You moaned lightly as his fingers dug into your hips, his own slowly being lifted to grind against your warmth. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his kisses started to trail down to your neck, making sure to suck and nip at your skin whenever he could. He had been waiting so long to feel you and now he wanted to enjoy every moment. His fingers went up to the hem of your shirt and he tugged it off you before swiftly undoing your bra. His mouth was on your boob in a second, his tongue circling your nipple and you softly pulled at his hair. His hand worked on your other and you were feeling a whole new kind of pleasure.

You felt his hips involuntarily buck against you, sending electrical waves through your body. You wanted him now but you were too nervous to tell him that you were actually a virgin. His hands and mouth released your boobs and his mouth found its way back to yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved to your shorts and he undid the button, taking it all off. He then moved to his own belt and jeans while you pulled his shirt off. Now both of you were practically naked, the only thing keeping him from thrusting into you was his boxers. You looked down at the outline of his cock through his boxers and you began to feel nervous. Everything was moving so fast and you had to tell him now, he needed to know so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt you. But if you told him he might stop this all together. You were so indecisive but you made up your mind when he took your hand and placed it on his bulge, helping you to massage it through the fabric.

“Daryl-” you said, breaking away from the kiss. His mouth immediately moved to your shoulders as he lightly bit down. “Daryl” you repeated yourself, almost forgetting why you were calling him from the pleasure.

“Mhmm?” he growled, his voice tight from pleasure.

“I need to tell you something” you whispered, making Daryl look up at you with innocent eyes. “I’m a virgin” you said, not knowing whether to regret saying it or not.

“Sorry, I came on too strong-” he started, moving you off his lap and going to stand up.

“Wait!” you grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. “I want this” you pleaded, begging him to stay. “There’s no one I’d rather do this with than you Daryl” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him.

His kiss was stiff at first, but when he understood that this was what you really wanted he relaxed and his tongue danced around with yours. He placed an arm on your lower back and brought you lower down on the sofa, his body hovering over yours. Your kiss was passionate and heated, both of you needed the other and that couldn’t be clearer by the way you two were touching. The time had come as Daryl pulled off his boxers, the size of him intimidating you. You looked down at him with worried eyes but he kissed your forehead, reassuring you that it would be okay. You had heard from previous friends that the first time always hurts, and that’s what you were worried about.

Daryl slid his tip along your slits, making you forget about any disconcerting thoughts you had. He collected up your juices and he dropped onto his left elbow as he slowly pushed his tip in, pausing to let you adjust. Daryl squeezed his hand into a fist and buried his head in the crook of your neck. You felt so tight around him that it was taking all his willpower to not ram into you right now. You wrapped your arm around his neck and placed a hand on his arm. He saw you were okay and took this as a sign to continue. He pushed himself in as slowly as he could, letting out breaths that he was holding in every time the pleasure got too much. You shut your eyes as he stretched you out, making you feel more pain than pleasure. You tried not to let out any sounds, you didn’t want him to think he was hurting you.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice deep from arousal but filled with concern. He was in all the way and he stayed still to let you fully adjust to his size.

“I’m okay, it’s just a little painful” you whispered, giving him a smile to show it wasn’t all that bad.

“I’m sorry” he said, feeling bad for putting you through this pain.

“It’s not your fault your such a big boy” you teased, smirking up at him.

“Don’t talk dirty to me now princess, I might not be able to hold back” he smiled down at you and you giggled at his little nickname for you. Your faces turned serious again as Daryl started to move out of you, it was still a little painful but you had to go through it. The first couple of movements burned you, but after a while you had adjusted to his size and the pain began to diminish.

You let out a low moan when Daryl accidentally bucked his hips into you, barely able to contain himself. “Shit, sorry” he said, his hand caressing your face.

“Don’t be, it felt good” you said, arching your back a little as Daryl snapped into you again.

After a while he started to understand how you liked it and he knew what spot was your favourite. He lifted up one of your legs and you groaned at the different angle, allowing you to feel him fully. You felt a new sensation as he began to rock into you harder, his hip bones hitting against you in just the right way. You were both enjoying yourselves now, if Daryl’s lips weren’t on yours then they were on your neck, making harsh grunting noises as he slammed into you.

You never thought sex would feel this good, but with every thrust Daryl was pushing in an immense amount of pleasure. An unfamiliar feeling grew in your stomach, it was a mixture of heat and electrical shocks building up inside of you and shooting through your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and Daryl could feel your walls tighten around him. Your eyes hazed over and you swore you saw angels above you. You grabbed onto Daryl’s shoulders and dug your nails into them as you moaned out in pleasure, setting Daryl off. He quickly pulled out of you and jerked himself off until he leaned forward and cummed on your stomach. Your breathing was heavy as you looked down at him spilling himself onto you, making the experience more pleasurable.

Daryl collapsed onto the floor and he brought his hand to his head, trying to cool himself down. That was the best sex he’d had in ages. You leaned up on your elbows and grabbed your vest, using it to wipe off his mess from you.

“Sorry about that” he said, pointing at the vest you had thrown onto the floor.

You both came down from your highs and Daryl sat up, starting to change. “You’re leaving?” you asked, sad the exchange was over.

“I can’t risk being caught sneaking out of here in the morning” he said, sad he had to leave. He brought over a cover that sat on the arm chair and he spread it out across your body, covering you up and tucking you in. “You might be a lil’ sore tomorrow” he said, warning you about the after pain.

“It’ll be worth it” you smiled.

He kissed your lips before heading to the door and leaving the house. You wanted to relive what just happened but your mind and body craved sleep. As much as sex was great, it was tiring. You closed your eyes and thought of Daryl before falling asleep until tomorrow.
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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 35

Summary: You make a trip to Alexandria to continue for the hunt for Daryl.

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“We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is good and evil among every kind of people. It’s the evil among us who rule now.” - Anne Bishop

“Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.” - T.S. Elliot

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The next morning was face paced and there was little time to spare with Negan wanting to make it to Alexandria as soon as possible. All of his men were gathered in the yard, most of them chomping at the bit at the thought of getting to tear the place up from head to toe once you arrived there.

Once you had readied yourself, you headed down to one of the buildings that were considered ‘apartments’ where David shared and room with Katherine and Ben. As far as you knew, Eugene was also staying on the same hallway in his own room, but you hadn’t seen much of him since he was brought back for making a bullet for Rosita. He mostly kept to himself, and lately you were too busy to pay much attention to anyone else.
You knocked on the door a few times, hearing movement from the other side until the door opened.
David greeted you at the doorway and ushered you inside with his hand.
You gave a nod and entered slowly, looking over the quaint little room. It wasn’t a bad looking room at all, considering all three of them were forced to stay in it together, and of course it was no where near as nice as Negan’s room, or your room for that matter.

Katherine and Ben were both sitting at a table in the center of the room, spooning what looked like oatmeal into their mouths.

“How are you liking it here?” You said aloud, but mostly speaking to David.

Katherine and Ben both looked up at you, giving a few sparse nods here and there before finally uttering, “Fine.” Neither of them seem to care for you, or their placement here very much, and you could say you felt the same. You would have much preferred just being in charge of David, atleast he talked –at times too much – but still talked.

You turned back to him, waiting for an answer.

He shook his head a little, “Well, I’ve got a roof over my head and food. There’s really not a whole lot I can complain about, is there?”

“That’s a really good answer.” You said, relieved that you didn’t have to scold him for giving some smart ass remark.

“What’s the deal for today?” He asked as he sat down on the couch that furnished the room, reaching down to tie the laces on his boots.

“I’ve gotta take a trip to Alexandria with Negan and the others, see if we can find Daryl.”

He nodded as he kept looking down, “So, what do you want us to do?”

“You are gonna come with me, and you two-” You trailed off as you turned your attention back to the table and walked over to lean against it.

They both took note and stopped eating to sit up right, looking nervous at the eagerness in your expression as you stared the both of them down, “You two are gonna work in the kitchen again. Seeing as how both of you seem to be a package deal, I won’t split you up. This is me being nice, and trying to extend an olive branch to you. Do we have an understanding?”

“Why do you wanna be nice to us now?” Katherine asked, squinting at you suspiciously.

“Exactly when haven’t I been nice?” You breathed, your eyes locked onto hers.

“You did threaten to kill us.” Ben cut in, leaning back in his chair.

You rolled your eyes, “Jesus, really? I said if you fucked me over I’d kill you, that’s it. I’m not just gonna blow your brains out because the mood strikes me..” You paused again and pointed at Katherine, “But you are the one testing my patience. I’m tired of the disrespect.”

Katherine immediately averted her glare from you as the thought of you pulling your gun out on her crossed her mind.

“I threatened David, too.” You reminded them, throwing your head back in his direction, “And look at him, he’s going out on runs with me and everything. All I’m asking for is cooperation. That’s literally it. So, I’ll ask again; do we have an understanding?”

They both gave eachother glances as if silently debating whether or not they should, and finally nodding to you in approval.

“Yeah, just don’t kill us.” Ben said before he focused his attention back on his food.

You gave a nod, “Like I said, just cooperate and I won’t have to, I won’t say it again. I’m sure you’d both rather have to deal with me than Negan, right?”

“Yes.” They both managed to say simultaneously, that was the one thing they seemed to be sure of.

“Good.” You said plainly as you turned around, motioning David to follow you as you headed out of the door.

When you arrived back outside, everyone was loaded into the trucks waiting to leave and you were met with the familiar angry glare of the man of the house.

“Jesus-fuckin-Christ, did the goddamn tornado sweep you away to Oz, or what? What the fuck kept you so long?” He demanded as he leaned against one of the trucks, swinging Lucille.

He closed your eyes for a moment before answering, “I had to make sure the other two knew what to do while we are away.”

“Why didn’t you fuckin’ bring them?” He asked, throwing an arm up, shifting his eyes to David, “You brought that shit stick.”

You pursed your lips, “They’d be kind of useless to us, Negan.”

Negan’s forehead creased as he listened to you, “And what makes him useful?” He asked, jutting his head towards David.

You glanced back to see David doing his best to stand tall against Negan’s critique, but you could tell all he wanted to do was cower in a corner, far away from Negan incase he decided to interrogate him with more suggestive and confusing questions.

“He shows potential, and he did kinda save my ass.” You breathed, hating to bring attention back to your own screw up.

Negan snorted and let out a small chuckle, “Mmm, you fuckin’ got me there. Maybe we should give him your goddamn job, huh?”

You lowered your head, not wanting him to see just how much the sting in those words hit you.
Your hands began to twirl into fists, much like the way a snake coils itself when it was ready to strike.
Of course, you’d never lash out and hit Negan, but it was starting to become more prevalent that your time here had made your temper short.. But constantly being around a man as volatile as Negan would surely have that effect on someone sooner or later.
You lifted your head back up and gave a small nod, accepting it.

“It won’t happen again.” You said in a calm tone, walking to the front of the truck.

“I’m sure it fuckin’ won’t, darlin’.” He called out to you as you pushed past him.

David followed behind you, heading for the cab of the truck as you crawled into it. Negan reached out his arm, grabbing David by the shoulder before he slung him back around to his side, “And where the fuck are you goin’?”

“To get in the- the truck.. sir?” David said nervously as Negan held him with one hand and Lucille too close for comfort in the other.

Negan scoffed and shook his head quickly, “Hell no, the front is for me and the lovely wife. You get the privilege of sitting in the fuckin’ back, asshole.” Negan patted David’s face before pushing him in the direction of the back large storage compartment on the back on the truck.

You rolled your eyes as David stood there dumbfounded before turning to get into the back with a defeated look on his face.

“What kept you from treating me that way when I first got here?” You admitted as he hopped into the front seat next to you.

Negan cocked his head in your direction, studying your face before he spoke, “Why the fuck would I?”

You shrugged, “I gave you way more trouble than he does.”

Negan shut his eyes as he smirked, “But he’s not you, now is he, babydoll?”

You smiled as you leaned back into the seat, “No, he’s not.”

“Al-fuckin-right then.” He said matter-of- factly.

The rest of the ride was quiet and the whole way there you could feel the anticipation radiating off of Negan.
You knew when he got this wound up that he was unpredictable and at his most dangerous, much like a wild fire when it gets out of hand, it’s hard to get it back under control and leaves destruction in its path.
You didn’t know what he was planning to do when he got to Alexandria, you didn’t know if he’d kill everyone looking for Daryl, take everything, or just go there to harass Rick until he made him cower down like a scolded dog.

None of the options would have been much of a surprise to you, you had witnessed and done a lot of shit since you’re time here and it was beginning to change you.
Even killing someone wasn’t as big of a problem as it once was, especially if they posed a threat to you, or Negan, but you tried to avoid killing anyone who didn’t deserve it.
Your mind was in such a daze that you hadn’t even noticed when you arrived to Alexandria, and didn’t even notice e when everyone exited the truck, except you.
You were usually nervous when trips to Alexandria were made, but there was something different about it this time.

There was a rapid snapping of fingers that finally broke your train of thought and you quickly turned you head to the source, Negan was standing there, his eyes rows raised as he gave you a peculiar look, “Darlin’, are you fuckin’ there?”

You blinked and pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to gain composure, and bring yourself down off the edge before nodding at him.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking.” You said, sliding to the edge of the seat.

He gave you an apprehensive look, he could sense the anxiety you held, “Don’t fuckin’ think.” He outstretched his hand to grab your chin, tilting your head up to him, “Take a goddamn breath, and get your head on straight, baby.” He spoke softly, almost a purr as he tried to give you a moment of comfort.

You took in a deep breathe and let it out slowly as his hand still laid on your chin. Negan never really took moments to calm you down, so it was almost odd whenever he did, but once he finally did it was an instant release of any tension that you felt. Even if you never trusted anyone else, you knew that you trusted him and his words.
You looked back up at him and gave a nod.

“Alright, I’m good. Let’s go.” You gave a half smirk and jumped down beside him.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He smiled running his hand through your hair to grip it before leaning down quickly to kiss you firmly.

He released you and turned towards the gate as it opened up, revealing the insides of the compound and the people all standing around, waiting to see why Negan was here.
You followed behind Negan as he strode toward Rick who was at the front, leading his group, David had climbed out of the back of the truck and found his way to your side.

“What’s going on?” He whispered roughly.

“Be quiet.” You hissed back at him as you stared at the group in front of you, spotting Michonne behind Rick.

“Rick, just the goddamn man I was lookin’ for!” Negan said in a cheerfully, but you knew that this tone of voice was more dangerous than an angered one.

“We don’t have any supplies for you, yet. We’re gonna have to go out further to get stuff. The places around here are getting empty.” Rick said, putting a hand up, trying to reason with Negan quickly.

Negan shook his head and held out Lucille to point it at his face, “No, no, no, fuck no. Believe it or not, I’m not fuckin’ here to take whatever ever shit you’ve gotten for me – I’m sure you know why I’m fuckin’ here, Rick.”

Rick looked around at all of Negan’s men and to you, letting his eyes linger over you a but longer than anyone else.
He always seemed intent on letting you know just how disappointed he was with you with his looks.
You didn’t back down, you held eyes with him - staring back at him with the same sourness.
The constant, silent guilt trips were growing tiresome.
Rick finally averted his gaze back to Negan when he saw that you were going do drop yours.

“No, I don’t know why you’re here.” He said, his calm tone growing into a growl.

Negan hummed and held up his hand, snapping his fingers, giving his men the signal to spread out and tear the place apart.
They all quickly dispersed and pushed past the Alexandrians at the gate to get by, spreading themselves out between the houses.
Rick looked around at all of them with his eyes narrowed, shooting a look back to you and Negan who were the only ones still standing there.
You watched as Michonne made her way over to Rick’s side, laying her hand on his shoulder.

“What do you want?” She growled to the both you, her eyes full of hostility.

“How long are you gonna act like you don’t fuckin’ know, babydoll?” Negan chuckled as he leaned back, his arms outstretched, waiting for an answer.

“Know what?” Rick sniffed as he approached Negan a little closer.

Your hand moved instinctively to your gun as he did so, resting on it – waiting.

“Daryl.” Negan said coldly, the smile dropping from his face, you could hear the anger rising in his voice.

“You have Daryl.” Rick said as he let his hands rest on the sides of his belt.

“Thank you for that excellent goddamn observation, Rick. Now, tell me why the fuck would I be here if I still had him?”

Rick shook his head, “He’s not here.”

Negan sucked his teeth, his jaw flaring as he clenched his jaw, “We’ll fuckin’ see about that, won’t we?”

Rick tilted his head, “Why would he come back here?”

Negan prowled over to Rick, his grip tightened on Lucille, closing the space between them.
You kept your hand on your gun as you took a step forward, your eyes glued to Rick, with Michonne lingering a few feet behind him.

“Because Rick, a goddamn dog always returns to its fuckin’ home.” Negan growled as he stood over Rick.

Rick looking back up to Negan, unflinching, “You won’t find what you’re looking for.”

Negan leaned his head back momentarily before giving Rick a dangerous grin, “For your sake, you better fuckin’ hope we don’t find him here… Come on, darlin’.” He called back to you without his eyes leaving Rick.

You made your way over to both of them as he pushed past Rick and Michonne, both them staring daggers into you as you walked past.
You were definitely walking into a lion’s den, not only were you already viewed as a threat for literally sleeping with their enemy, but you had become the enemy by killing one of their own the last time you were here.
As you walked down the street of the town with Negan you could hear the loud crashing of glass and other materials as the Saviors that were inside the houses were literally tearing them apart.
You knew that a lot of what they were doing was out of enjoyment in destroying property, and not just for the sole purpose of finding Daryl, and for that you felt the slightest hint of guilt, but of course you weren’t about to say anything.

“Is destroying our homes necessary?” Rick asked as he watched one of Negan’s men throw a small end table out of one of the houses, the wood cracking and splintering onto the pavement.

“I guess it fuckin’ wouldn’t be necessary if you’d follow the fuckin’ rules.. Besides, it’s an easier fuckin’ clean up than if I killed somebody, isn’t it? I mean, would you rather me fuckin’ kill all these nice people here, Rick?” Negan asked in an amused tone, as he drummed his fingers on Lucille’s handle.

“No.” Rick protested quickly, “I don’t want anyone else to die.” He shifted his eyes to you.

You rolled your eyes back at him, breaking away from him and Negan to walk over to a porch on one of the houses.

“They look like they hate you more than they hate Negan.” David whispered low, trying to keep out of Negan’s earshot.

“No shit. This is the group I used to be with.” You said, walking up the steps.

“No shit? Seriously?” He said urgently, turning his head to look over the neighborhood as if he couldn’t believe you were once here.

You nodded and leaned against the railing of the porch, “Yes, really. I’m even more unwelcome since I killed somebody here last time, someone I used to know.”

He shrugged, “Why’d you kill them?”

“She tried to kill Negan.” You said bluntly, looking up at him.

A look of shock came over his face, “Honestly, you don’t look like the type that would kill.”

“Looks are deceiving, aren’t they? What, you thought I was just fuckin’ around when I threatened you, and the others?” You squinted, almost getting angry that he thought you were joking.

“No. It’s like I said, you don’t look violent.”

Your forehead creased, “Well, stick around long enough to annoy me, and you’ll see how violent I can be.”

He smirked, “I’d rather live..” He ran a hand through his hair as he looked over to Negan “So, you’re really serious about him, huh? I mean, if you’ll kill for him.”

“He’s done the same for me. We have a bond, and it might be complicated, and at times it might be downright shitty; but yes, I’m serious about him.”

He smiled and leaned down to rest on the railing, “Sounds like a regular fairy tale.” He said jokingly.

“Shut the hell up.” You laughed, smacking him playfully on the arm, “Why do you care anyway?”

“It’s just the world with the way it is now, stuff like that seems unimportant - y'know 'relationships’ or whatever you wanna call it. There’s enough going on already.” He admitted.

You leaned back up and gave him a seriosuly look, “Or maybe it’s more important now than ever. Nothing would be worse than having to go through this shit alone relationship or not, people still need other people whether we wanna admit it or not.”

“Says the girl who’s husband beats other people’s heads in with a bat.” He said bluntly.

“It’s for your protection as much as it is mine. Rival groups are just that - rivals.” You snapped, as your eyes narrowed at him, you could feel your temper starting to rise up in you.

“But you used to be with this group.” He raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t think I’m aware of that shit, David? I don’t particularly like seeing them like this, but they are my fucking people anymore.” You growled.

He stood up and put a hand up, clearly realizing that he was crossing a line with you, “I’m sorry, I was just trying to talk.”

“Yeah, that’s your problem. Learn when to shut your fucking mouth.. Before it gets you killed.” You gritted your teeth, pushing him back out of your way as you went back down the steps.

The problem with being in charge of David was the fact that even when he got on your last nerve, you still had to be around him.
He followed behind you, keeping his distance but still too close for your liking at the moment.
Surely, you could have told Negan and that problem would have been solved on the spot, but it would also have meant David would probably get thrown in a cell when you returned to the sanctuary, or worse. You were nowhere near spiteful enough to have that happen to him over such a small incident.. Not yet anyway.
You liked David, and his company was usually welcomed, but his questions about Negan had began to grow old.
You knew that it struck a nerve so deeply because he had a point, you knew a lot of things that Negan did weren’t so nice, but it was what it was.
If people were allowed to get away with things, even seemingly small things, Negan would be viewed as weak, that he could be walked all over, and so would the rest of the sanctuary – even if the people were some you used to be apart of something with.
This world was too brutal to not be brutal right back at it.

The search for Daryl continued while everyone stood outside of their houses, listeningredients to their belongings being thrown around without a second thought.
You felt a push on your shoulder and turned to the source, Michonne was standing behind you, glaring as she usually did.

“How can you stand around and watch this happen?” She hissed in your face.

You furrowed your eyesbrows at her, “I think we’ve already had this conversation. Tell him where Daryl is at, and we’ll leave.” You lowered your voice, getting closer to her, “What the hell do you expect me to do anyway, Michonne. You really think I have the power to make him stop?”

Her lips stretched into a thin line, “No, but your gun does.”

“The only person I’ll shoot is you, if you keep threatening us.” You growled.

“Michonne!” Rick called out, taking a few steps towards her, knowing that there would be no reason for you two to talk, unless it was an argument “Stop it. Now.”

“You better listen to your fuckin’ leader there, darlin’.” Negan said as he looked over to see what the commotion was about, he had a less than pleased look on his face.

“Fuck that.” She scoffed turning her gaze back to you.

The next few moments were almost in slow motion, you took a step back as you saw her hand reach up, grabbing for your gun.
Her hand caught the collar of your shirt as she slung you sideways.
You planted a foot firmly on the ground, catching yourself before she could how you to the pavement, you slammed your hand into her chest, giving her a hard push. Michonne stumbled backwards her hand still gripped on your shirt, taking you down with her, it was a struggle between the two of you as you wrestled on the ground.
You swung roughly and landed a punch in her face, she let out a pained groan as she tried to claw into your eyes.
Your anger had reached its peak and you pushed her down again, her head knocking hard against the pavement as you exerted yourself trying to climb onto of her, wrapping a hand around her throat as your fist came down on her face again and again, her blood running freely over your hand from the busted nose you had given her.

“Stop it!” You heard a man’s voice bellow in the background, it was distorted and you couldn’t hear much of anything, but your best guess was that it was Rick.

You had completely forgotten about everyone else, until you were finally pulled off of Michonne as she lay there in the street.
You were kicked and screamed as you were drug away from her, trying to break away to get in another punch.

It took you a few seconds to snap out of the rage you were in, and you looked around; David had his arms around you, holding you back.
You watched Rick as he ran over to Michonne, calling her name urgently as he dropped to his knees beside her.
She wasn’t dead, but you had busted up her face pretty well.

“Christ, you fuckin’ girls and the constant catfights.” Negan said nonchalantly as he walked over to you.

You looked up at him nervously, afraid he was going to scold you for what had happened.
His eyes shifted to David and he jerked his head back, “You can fuckin’ let her go now, asshole.” He said giving him a sour look as his hands were still wrapped around you.

David dropped them quickly, backing away from you at Negan’s order.

“What the fuck was that shit, darlin’?” Negan said in a low, hostile tone.

You wiped the sweat from your brow, allowing yourself a moment for your adrenaline to settle.
You looked over at Michonne who seemed like she was finally coming to as Rick lifted her up off the ground, debating whether or not to tell him the real story, or just chalk It up to the fact that you two hated eachother.
You chose the latter.

“She’s just pissed at me.” You answered, shaking your head, “She wants me dead. I’m considered a traitor around here, you know.”

Negan glanced back at Rick who was standing there, holding up Michonne.
He looked utterly defeated, “Can I take her into the house?”

Negan sucked his teeth, ignoring Rick as he turned back to you, “Fuckin’ kill her, if you must.”

“No.” Rick started to beg, “Please.”

“Rick, there are fuckin’ rules. This is the second goddamn time your lady has fuckin’ attacked mine, and I’ll fuckin’ leave it up to her.” He snapped at Rick.

“No.” You said bluntly, “Not today anyway.” You stood there firmly, looking from Rick back to Negan.

Negan nodded his head slowly and as you glanced back to Rick once more, you could see a look on his face that you hadn’t expected.
He looked greatful.

“Please.. I’ll talk to her.” Rick stammered as he adjusted her in his arms, “Please, let me take her inside.”

Negan sighed and turned to him again, swinging Lucille playfully, “Goddamn, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch, Rick. Extremely lucky. And for this fuckin’ act of kindness on both our parts, don’t you think you owe us a little something?” He smirked.

Rick looked down at his feet, not wanting to answer him.
You could see his body tensing up from just being asked.

“C'mon, Rick. I gotta fuckin’ hear it.” Negan chuckled as he laid a hand on his belt, “You know there’s no alternate fuckin’ version where this goes any fuckin’ better than it is now. So, fuckin’ say it.” He demanded as his eyes burned into Rick.

Rick nodded slowly, sniffing as he looked back up, you could see the anger in his eyes as he forced out a “Thank you.”

Negan gave a slow clap and pointed at him, “Atta boy! Now see, was that so goddamn hard? And look at that, everyone is still fuckin’ alive.. But you’re still giving me that same goddamn shitty look like I pissed in your cereal or somethin’. Why don’t you fuckin’ try it again, Rick.”

Rick clenched his jaw tightly, his lip trembling as he took in a labored breath, “Thank you.”

Negan clicked his teeth as he set Lucille back on his shoulder, “That’s more fuckin’ like it.”

Negan motioned for Rick to follow him as he walked down the street to his house, you followed behind them with David still at your side.

“Are.. Are you okay?” David asked timidly.

You gave a nod, your anger towards him had diminished, “I’m fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been in a fight.”

“I thought you were gonna kill her.” He breathed.

“It wasn’t for lack of trying, if you hadn’t pulled me off I don’t know if I would have stopped.” You said, shoving your hands into your pockets.

When you reached Rick’s house, Negan’s men were walking out after they were done searching, and throwing things around, heading for the next house.
Carl was standing on the porch with Judith in his arms, walking down the steps quickly to greet Rick, his eyes shifting to Negan angrily when he saw him.

“Dad, what happened?” He said in a nervous tone, clutching Judith to his chest.

“Get in the house.” Rick growled, walking past him into the house.

“Kid.” Negan said in an upbeat tone.

“What did you do to her?” Carl narrowed his good eye at negan, nostrils flaring.

Negan leaned his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Still acting like a fuckin’ badass, huh? I didn’t do shit.”

Carl shook his head and turned to go back into the house.

“Hold the fuck up.” Negan called as he reached back, handing Lucille to you.
You took her from his hand and propped her onto your shoulder like he always did.

“What?” Carl growled.

“Well, you didn’t think I was just was gonna make a fuckin’ house visit without holding that little fuckin’ ray of sunshine, did you?” Negan held out his arms and motioned to Carl, “Hand her here, kid.”

A look of nervous came over Carl as he held Judith protectively, she was starting to get fussy.
You guessed she could sense the tension in the air.
Carl walked down the steps slowly as he approached Negan.
You could tell he was struggling between wanting to not hand her over, and also not wanting to anger Negan.
He sucked in a breathe and transfered her over to Negan’s arms reluctantly.

“There, see.” Negan said sweetly as he held Judith up and bounced her in his arms. She calmed down and even giggled as Negan rocked her back and forth in his arms, “I think she fuckin’ remembers me.” He cooed.

“You could atleast not swear around her.” Carl said, annoyed.

Negan shot a look back at Carl, “Christ kid, she’s not old enough to even talk. She’d probably be better off if her first word was 'fuck’ anyway.” He looked down at Judith, “Isn’t that right?” He cooed again.

Judith giggled again, babbling back at him. A big smile came over Negan face as he kept looking at her, she reached up to try and grab a handful of his beard.
You could never help but smile when you watched him hold her, it seemed to be the only time he was ever completely sweet and non-intimidating.

Rick walked out onto the porch, his face went pale as he looked on in horror as he watched Negan holding his daughter.
His submissiveness seemed to have worn off at the sight, and he walked heavily down the steps with a dangerous look in his eyes as if he was seconds away from charging at Negan.

“Give her to me.” The twang in his voice getting more prominent now, his hand balled up into fists.

You knew he wouldn’t attack Negan while he had his own child in his hands, but you weren’t willing to risk any of it, and you quickly pulled your gun out, pointing it at him.
He slowed to a stop a few feet away from the both of you.

“Look, what your lookin’ for isn’t here. Daryl isn’t here. We do everything you want, give me my daughter.” Rick began to plead, his eyes starting well up with tears as he scowled at Negan.

Negan smiled and patted Judith on the back, “I fuckin’ know he’s not here, Rick. That’s pretty goddamn clear since we’ve searched the place from top to bottom.”

“Then just leave. Leave us alone until you come to collect your shit.” He snarled at Negan.

“That would be the fuckin’ thing you’d like, isn’t it? But there’s a goddamn problem there.” Negan said calmly.

“What problem?” Rick shook his head, throwing his arms out.

“Daryl being fuckin’ gone. Now, I’m not fuckin’ stupid, Rick. Maybe he’s not here at the moment, but he’ll show up sometime, if he hasn’t already, and when that happens, I have no fuckin’ doubt you’ll show up at my goddamn doorstep wanting to fight. If you fuckin’ did, that’s cool. We outnumber you pretty fuckin’ bad.” He sighed and shrugged his shoulder, “But I’d rather not waste my fuckin’ time on it, and to make fuckin’ sure you don’t come to my doorstep with your bullshit, I need to take out a fuckin’ insurance policy.” He gave Rick a wicked smile.

“Please.” Rick started to beg as he watched Negan.

“Too late for that shit. you know how you can fuckin’ fix it, give me Daryl.”

“I told you, I don’t-”

“You don’t fuckin’ know where he’s at.” Negan cut him off, “I tell you what, Rick. You work on fuckin’ finding him then, how about that.” Negan gave an evil smirk, “Until then, this little angel is gonna a have an amazing fuckin’ life at the sanctuary.”

Your eyes widened as you looked over to Negan, in shock at what he was saying.
It was something that you hadn’t even expected, your hands began to shake nervously as you held onto the gun.

“Negan..” You breathed fearfully.

He shifted his eyes to you, “Calm the hell down.”

“I’ll kill you. Both of you.” Carl stepped forward, looking at you and Negan.

“You’ve got some fuckin’ balls, kid, I mean it. But I’m not the one with the gun to my goddamn head.” Negan smirked as he turned to walk away.

You moved your gun to Carl, your hand still shaking at you gave him a sympathetic look as you backed away from the both of them, not letting your eyes leave from fear of them charging at you.

“Sorry.” You whispered.

You turned quickly and jogged in the direction Negan was heading to catch up with him.

“You can’t be serious, Negan.” You said in a skiddishly as you walked along side him quickly, looking back to see Rick and Carl following you in a panic.

“I’m very goddamn serious, darlin’. You really fuckin’ think they wouldn’t try to come after us? Doing this ensures we don’t have to deal with their bullshit version of revenge.” He huffed, making his way to the truck.

You adjusted Lucille on your shoulder, almost forgetting you were holding her, “Negan, this is his child. Besides, we have Eugene.”

“Having that mullet wearing motherfucker wouldn’t stop them either, babydoll. Just fuckin’ trust me.” He opened the door to the truck and climbed in, holding Judith close so she didn’t fall.
She began to get fussy again as things got tense again.

“You’re not gonna hurt her are you?” You asked nervously.

Negan rolled his eyes as he gave you an angered look, “Fuck, you think I’d do that? Hell no, I wouldn’t fuckin’ hurt her.”

You shook your head and wiped your eyes on your arm as sweat ran down your face. Partly from the heat, and from the amount of stress.
David didn’t speak as he walked up to you just as wide eyed, you nudged your head to the side, silently letting him know to get into the back.

Rick and Carl stood feet away, watching as you climbed into the truck next to Negan. You holster your gun once you were inside, and he handed Judith over to you.
She wrapped her arms around your neck and you rocked her on her knee, hoping to God she didn’t start screaming.
Negan leaned out the window, pointing to Rick.

“Remember what I fuckin’ said, Rick. If I find out you know where the fuck Daryl is, I can promise you it won’t play out half as fuckin’ well as it did for your boy when I brought him back here. Well fuckin’ be in touch soon.” He called out as the truck started.

As you drove off, you hung your head out of the window as Alexandria was left behind once again, and watched as you saw Rick dropping to his knees, a man whom was completely broken.

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Shape of You (12)

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Chapter 12

It didn’t hurt as much at work, surrounded by books. Even though the day was dragging and I felt like time would never move forward. It still hurt, that crack in my heart had gotten bigger but it wasn’t throbbing when I could focus on something other than what had happened. When I could look at the books and pretend like my life wasn’t falling apart. It was slightly easier to breathe, but I knew when I went home the numbness would fade.

And the pain would return.

When I woke up Feyre was still there. She had crawled into bed with me and stayed, trying to help ease my pain. I wasn’t any nicer to her. I was worse and I knew it was wrong. Because she didn’t have to stay. She didn’t have to try and help me.

But she did. Because for some reason Feyre always cared more than us. She always tried harder. And that made this whole thing worse. It made my heart hurt worse. It made the break ache even more than before.

Because it reminded me of all those years ago when she used to hold my hand and we all slept in a bed together. When we were poor and cold and our father didn’t give a damn about us. It was Feyre who kept us warm, who kept the clothes on our backs. It was Feyre who sang Elain a lullaby so she could sleep.

And it was Feyre who was trying so hard to mend my broken heart. My broken world.

Today all I wanted to do was snap at her. I was done crying so now my grief had turned to anger. I was angry at the world and my little sister was in my path.

Feyre left when I went to get ready for work. She hugged me tightly and promised it would get better. I knew she wanted to tell me to talk to Cassian, but right now I couldn’t. She knew that too so she didn’t push that on me. She was just there for me. Promising to call me later to check up.

I was seven hours into my shift and the hollowness in my chest was still there.

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Perfect to Me (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

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Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request: You’ve always been insecure about your weight, as you’ve always been slightly chubby. This has prevented you from telling Daryl Dixon how you feel about him, since you think he could never have feelings for you back, but you’re proven otherwise one day when Daryl overhears someone talking bad about your weight and he punches them in the face.

Warnings: Asshole OC character, language, self-deprecating thoughts, angst, fluff

a/n: wow i just wanna give a big shout out to my beta reader, @cannedpicklenumber1 cause they’re amazing and they helped greatly w this

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Insecurities.

Everyone has them. Whether it’s about their face, their personality, or anything else they deem not good enough. Yours, in particular, happens to be your weight.

Even when you were younger, you’d always been a little chubbier than the average person. It didn’t bother you until you got into high school, and you started to become very aware and insecure about your weight and body shape. You wanted nothing more than to look like those models on the magazines. These insecurities never went away, and now here you are- living in Alexandria during the literal zombie apocalypse, and crushing on a man who you deem practically impossible to get: Daryl Dixon.

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Equals [Rick Grimes x Reader]

I love your imagines! So glad there are finally some rick ones to read! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is pissed because they feel Rick treats them more like a child than a partner because she’s so much younger than him? Thank you and keep writing!

Here you go, anon! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy! 💙

Words: 1,822

Warnings: None

A/N: Yay, more Rick! But no smut this time either?! Honestly I was so tempted to add some, but I decided not to! Well, I hope you all like it.

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Bouquets and Babies.

Request:  Hai, I just found your blog and already love it, but do you think you could write something for if Carl and Reader have dated since season 1 and ended up getting married (In the church they find Gabriel) at a young age and when they are walking around on a romantic walk, they find a baby girl being protected by a Great Dane puppy and decide to raise her? And maybe name her Amadora (amy for short)?? 

Warnings: None, it’s clean and pure. 

a/n: I feel like this is quite short but that could be just me. It also all feels kinda rushed. If the person who requested this wants me to make it longer let me now, I’m sure I could find a way. Until then, happy reading!! xo


You lace your fingers with Carl’s as you walk slowly. The air is light on your skin and the sun is just setting, lighting the sky just enough so that you and Carl are able to see. You both walk along in a forest as you smile and talk about random shit. You feel comfortable with Carl. Well, what with him being your husband and all, of course you’d feel comfortable with him. To be so young and be married was not the idea for you. But then again, being in the middle of the apocalypse wasn’t really ideal either. You both continue to walk along, hand in hand and laughing.

He stops and swoops down, collecting a bunch of flowers from beneath us. He hold them to you and you accept them with grace. 

“For the love of my life.” He whispers to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. You sniff at the colourful flowers before continuing to walk again.

“Anyway I was thinking about-” He stops speaking and you both stop in your tracks. In front of you both is a Great Dane puppy. He looks pretty dirty and is sleeping peacefully but then you notice the baby behind it. It’s guarding it and the baby is looking up at the trees in the forest, just fiddling with her fingers. The baby is also pretty dirty so they must’ve been there for a while. It’s wearing a small dress, with no sleeves and it has no shoes. It must be cold.

“What do we do? We can’t just leave it!” You whisper to Carl. He shrugs a little before letting go of your hand.

“Maybe we can go around it and take the baby? It would be kind of risky though.” He murmurs. You nod and he reciprocates. He starts to walk, moving around the puppy and reaching towards the baby, ever so softly not to scare it. He picks it up and hands it to me over the dog, not wasting time and he quickly runs around the puppy and joins you. You both quickly walk back home, holding the baby close to you and when you reach Alexandria, you both waste no time in getting home. You walk through the door and Rick looks terrified.

“What is going on?” He asks You set the baby on the sofa and turn to face Rick.

“It was in the forest. Alone. It was being guarded by a dog so we brought it here.” Carl says. You look back at the baby. A baby girl. She smiles at you and you frown but nonetheless, you still smile back. You grab the nearest blanket which was hanging over the back of the sofa and you wrap it around her body before pulling her close.

“How do you know she wasn’t with anyone?” Ricks voice starts to escalate and before you all know it, Carl and Rick are bickering with each other. You look down at the little girl in your arms and realise she’s still dirty.

“I’m gonna go bath her.” You quickly mutter and walk upstairs with her, leaving Carl and Rick downstairs.  

After bathing her you walk into Judiths room and you quickly find a dress before running back to Carl’s room. You place her on the bed and dry her a little bit more before slipping the dress on her and picking her back up again. You walk around with her for a couple of minutes, her body pressed against you and her head on your shoulder as her body is motionless. You set her on the bed once you’ve realised she’s sleeping and then you brush a hand softly through the brown curls at the sides of her head.

You place a couple of pillows around her, not really knowing whether she’ll wake up and start rolling. You quietly walk down the stairs and see Carl and Rick sat at the sofa. Rick is opposite Carl on the other sofa and they both look deep in conversation before Carl notices you. They both turn to face you and you walk towards them before sitting next to Carl.

“Where is she now?” Carl looks at you and reaches for your hand.

“Upstairs in bed. She’s sleeping so I placed some pillows around her in case she wakes up and starts rolling.” You answer his question, smiling, before realising that Rick is looking at you both.

“Look (Y/n), I’ve been talking to my dad and I’m not sure you feel the same way I do but I think- I think we should raise the baby, together.” He whispers to you. You swallow hard. You’ve been thinking about it but actually doing it. Carl continues to look you in the eye and, acting on an impulse, you nod.

“I think so too.” You whisper. You both smile at each other before turning your attention to a stern looking Rick

“Looking after a child is serious, and I won’t even lie to you it’s sometimes hard. They require constant care. You have to feed them, change them, be up in the nights with them. Are you prepared for all that?” He asks. He sounds uncertain about the idea of you two raising a child.

“I basically do that stuff with Judith anyway dad.” Carl utters. Rick chuckles a little.

“I suppose you do yes. Well, if you believe you can do it then I believe so too.” He smiles at you both before standing and sighing. “I’m gonna go to bed, pretty sure Michonne will be sleeping when I get up there anyway. Goodnight.” He says, his feet trailing up the stairs. When he reaches the top of the stairs you turn to face Carl but before you can even whisper a single syllable, Carl’s lips are on yours moving slowly and with ease. He detaches his lips and rests his forehead against yours.

“Are you sure we can do this?” He asks. You nod from underneath him and grab his hand, pulling him up the stairs with you. You walk into his room and are presented with a sleeping baby on the bed. “You know we have to think of a name right?” He whispers into your ear. You smile to yourself.

“Hmm, how about Amandora?” You utter. He nods his head next to you and then tilts it to one side, observing the child on the bed.

“I’ll like that. It could work. How did you come up with a name so quickly?” He says before kneeling on the floor in front of the baby so that he can really look at his ‘daughter.’

“I’ve always wanted to name my daughter that. Amandora. Amy for short.” You smile and laugh before kneeling next to him. She starts to stir lightly and then her eyes flutter open. The piercing green eyes look right at Carl and then you before yawing and then a couple of seconds later, she starts to cry. “So it begins.” Carl lifts her and hold her to his chest.

“One of Judiths bottles, go get that.” He says before patting the baby’s back. You silently open the door and quickly snatch the bottle before tip toeing back to Carl’s room and handing him the bottle. He starts to feed Amy before sitting down on the bed and continuing. The baby seems to enjoy it and you wonder how long it’s gone without some sort of food. You also start to then wonder how different your life would be without the apocalypse and without Carl.

“I’m glad me and you were best friends before this all even started. I’m also glad I got married to you. It seems like being in the middle of the apocalypse makes you act on an impulse” You say, going to lay down next to Carl and the baby. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He whispers back and then your attention turned to the baby in front of you.

“Carl?” You murmur.

“Yes?” He answers, sceptically.

“Who’s gonna get up tonight sand feed it and change it?” You flutter your eyelashes at him and he rolls his good eye.

“I’ll do it tonight.” He says and you sigh before clapping your hands lightly.

“Thank you, thank you.” You chuckle.

“But you’re doing it tomorrow.” He says and you nod at him before raising your hand and putting it against your forehead like you’re in the army.

“Yes sir.”

Rick x Negan x Reader threesome!

(Request: This is crazy.. but could you please do a reader rick and negan threesome?)

Note: Enjoy!!

Warning: smut, anal
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Originally posted by hughxjackman

You leaned your head against the windows in one of Negan’s trucks. You were driving to Alexandria to pick up the supplies they owed you, but all you could think about was Rick. You had felt so sorry for him during the line-up, mostly because all you could think about was how big his cock must feel.

“You alright (y/n)?”

You looked to your side and saw Negan eyeing you suspiciously.

“I’m good, why?”

“You have that look on your face” he said with a big grin.

“What look?” you asked curiously. You laughed when he smiled at you and gave you a wink. “You got that aroused look on your face, I can see how dark your eyes have gone. You want some dick?” he asked, cockiness dripping off of his voice.

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes, hoping that he would carry on assuming you were getting aroused over him.

You continued in the car for another half an hour before you finally pulled up to the Alexandrian gates. You stepped out the truck and swung your rifle across your shoulder. You watched as Negan called out to Rick, letting him know of your presence. You were standing behind Negan when Rick appeared at the gate. His eyes immediately fell on you and you noticed them change, they then flicked up to yours and you winked at him.

“Don’t make me ask” Negan said, he had some seriousness in his voice but there was always a hint of amusement.

Rick said nothing as he opened up the gates and you could see some of the group walking over.

“You all know what to do so get to it!” Negan shouted at you and the rest of the saviors. You all started to walk to different houses, storming in and taking what you wanted. You approached one house and you heard footsteps behind you.

“Wait! That’s my house” Rick said, out of breath. You continued to walk up the steps to his house and you opened up the door to find a young boy and a baby inside.

“Carl, take Judith and wait outside” Rick said, stepping out of the way so Carl and Judith could pass.

Once they had left Rick shut the door behind him and stared at you. “I won’t take a lot” you giggled innocently, walking over to the cupboards in the kitchen and looking at what was there. You made sure to wiggle your hips as you walked, pushing out your butt as you stretched over the counter to reach for stuff.

“Hey Rick, would you mind helping me out? I’m too short to reach that” you said, almost teasing him with your cute voice. He hesitated before coming over to you. You could see it in his eyes, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but since you were on the ‘bad side’ he would never make the first move. As he reached up to grab the can of beans you looked at his arms, veins just visible on his skin and his muscles reacting to his movement. He handed you the can and you made sure that your fingers brushed together. You looked up at him, seeing him already staring at you when suddenly his lips were on yours, and the can had fallen to the floor. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers dug into your waist, and you wrapped your hands in his curly hair. You broke away from the kiss so that you could start to take your jeans off, Rick doing the same and fumbling with his belt. Once you were both naked from the waist down your lips clashed together again, and Rick moaned into your mouth as his tip started to rub against your wet slits. Rick lifted you up and sat you on the counter, the material feeling cold against your bare ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer and forcing him to push inside of you. He didn’t take his time as he pushed his full length into you, not stopping to let you adjust. He thrusted into you wildly, letting out grunts against your neck where he left rough kisses.

You heard the door open and your eyes grew wide as you stared at Negan in shock. Rick immediately looked behind when he saw you weren’t concentrating on him and he quickly pulled out of you and moved away.

“Negan-” You started but he raised his hand to silence you. He started to grin, and you didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad one.

“Would you look at that! Ricks getting in on all the action without me!” Negan laughed and approached you, starting to unbuckle his belt. Rick said nothing as he looked to the ground, trying hide his erection from Negan.

“This aint the time to be scared Rick! Carry on with what you’re doing, just one thing, I get the back door” He winked at Rick and then at you.

You giggled at Negans words but Rick was a little hesitant at first. You jumped down from the counter and led rick to the sofa, Negan following behind now in only his shirt and jacket. You pushed Rick down on the sofa and straddled him before lowering yourself onto his cock. He tried to hold back a moan but the pleasure was all too much. He leaned his head back as you continued to bounce on him.

“You’re such a dirt girl, aren’t you?” Negan asked, coming up behind you and kissing your neck. “I knew you wanted some dick, I could see it in your eyes” he laughed into your neck, sending goose bumps down your skin. Between Negans dirty words and Ricks moans, you were getting closer to your release.

You felt Negan begin to push his tip into your ass, stretching you out. You were used to his size though, you did this every two weeks or so back at the sanctuary. As he stretched you out he let out a deep moan, moving his body forward and wrapping his arms around your waist. You started to moan when the two men were thrusting in you at the same rhythm. Rick started to rub his fingers against your clit, sending adrenaline coursing through your veins. You leaned your arms on Ricks shoulders and rested your head in the crook of his neck as he continued to leave kisses on you. You noticed Rick was kind of a more romantic guy in bed, whereas Negan was a straight up animal, pulling your hair, whispering dirty things in your ear and just fucking your brains out.

“I’m close” you moaned. At this Rick’s finger movement sped up and Negan continued to pound into you fast, bringing along your orgasm a lot faster than usual. It took over your whole body, there was no warning sign as your eyes hazed over, all noise was blocked out and you could only concentrate on the pleasure both men were pushing into you.

Once you had finished your high both Negan and Rick came, Rick quickly pulled out of you and you jerked him off until his warm liquid spilled onto your hand. Negan finished off inside of you, staying still for a couple of seconds as he rode out his high. You got off of Rick’s lap and collapsed on the sofa next to him, watching Negan put on his boxers and jeans. He walked over to the counter and threw your clothes at you, telling you to hurry up because they were ready to leave.

You quickly changed and left Rick with a kiss on his cheek. “Until next time!” you said, walking out of the house and following Negan to his car.
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Hot for Teacher (Part 1)

Here is my entry for Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge! I had so much fun with this, and it really kind of got away from me. I mean … I had to break this up into three parts because it’s 9017 words altogether. I apologize for nothing. I LOVE stories about college students and their professors, and that was initially my idea for this, but it didn’t work out like that. I hope y’all enjoy this. ;)

PROMPT: Teacher Negan
CHARACTERS: Female reader, Beth Greene, Negan, (these following characters are just mentioned) Glenn, Morgan, Sasha, Spencer, Rick, Olivia, Abraham, Rosita, Aaron, Darryl
WORD COUNT: 3996
WARNINGS: Language (Since it’s a Negan story, what do you expect?), explicit sexual content, semi-public sex (kind of?)

TAGS: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @crzcorgi, @negans-network, @strangersangel9, @mrs-squirrel-chester, @waywardsoulpainter, @negansxlucille, @kittenofdoomage, @wolfslullaby, @happynothlit, @gobemywonderwall, @hellointerestedineverythingfan, @toxic-ink, @perseusandmedusa, @mamapeterson, @mypapawinchester, @constellationsolo, @smuttwd, @neganappreciation, @mypapawinchester

You sat down at your desk, smoothing your hands over the top of it. You took in a breath and let it out slowly, taking your time in looking around the room. There were twenty desks set up in rows, four desks to a row, five rows in the room. There was a podium at the front of the classroom that was all but begging for a new paint job, a large cabinet behind your desk, two whiteboards on one wall, a chalkboard on another, and absolutely nothing but stark white paint on the walls on the other two walls.  

You took a pen from your purse and a yellow legal pad from your patterned messenger bag your mom had bought you as a graduation present. You started to make a list, and at the top, number one was Paint podium. Number two, almost if not equally as important was Rearrange room. You couldn’t stand the typical classroom set-up that your room currently held. You wanted something that would excite the kids, something that would make them want to come to your class and learn from you.

Well … that was kind of a long shot. You were teaching junior high English. The kids in your classes would be out of the childlike innocence of liking school. These kids would be hating school, constantly pushing boundaries while trying to figure out who they were, all the while dealing with raging hormones.

Why did you take this job again?

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Satisfied

You can find my Masterlist HERE!

Prompt: Hi, its me again. 😊. I saw that requests were open. If they still are I came back to make that request for a story where the reader disguises herself when Negan comes to Alexandria so he wont notice her. However one of the saviors starts bothering a young girl causing reader to tackle them and blow her cover. Thank you. ❤ @Lokis-Imaginary-friend (Tag isn’t working!!)

Ships: Negan x Reader
Words: 1,573
Warnings: Curses, sexual assault threats, violence
Category: Angst/fluff (???)

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You stood in front of your sink in your cramped bathroom. You stared at the mirror before you, it was still steamed from the hot shower that you’d just had. You lifted one baggy sleeve of the sweatshirt you were wearing and caused a gap in the foggy glass.

A male version of yourself looked back at you. Your hair was tucked into a hat to give you the look of someone with short hair. You pulled the hat down a little so that it would implead most of the view of your face. You deemed yourself presentable and in all honestly a pretty hot man.

You were also wearing a grey, food stained, baggy sweatshirt that made your body look almost box like and also taking away the curve of your breasts. You looked like any other tired man in the end of the world.

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The Inquisitive Snake - Jughead x Reader

Masterlist

@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53

There is a request of an Archie x Reader on my inbox that I will hopefully post before the end of the weekend - I just haven’t figured out the ending in my head.

This however came to me today so let me know if you guys like it. As always thanks for reading.

Plot:
A few months have passed since Jughead Jones joined the Southside Serpents as well as becoming a student at Southside High.

His friendships still exist within Riverdale - but his new found friends at school have made it difficult to keep his life in Riverdale the same - including Betty.


I was done with the day already - I didn’t want to go to the trivial classes where I seemed to already know the answers. I didn’t want to ditch with my new friends yet either though. As much as they had accepted me as one of their own, they still didn’t know me - and I’m not one to let people in.

Part of me always liked schools - even when I lived in one. Hallways going from an intensive loud rush to a quiet and somber retreat. Classrooms that could remain silent and kept secrets hushed behind their doors. Something about a school, felt more like a home than my actual one.

So when I decided to ditch class by my lonesome - I decided to investigate the new school that seemed to have some secrets of its own.

I walked around for a bit - avoiding the random person in the hall - until I heard some faint music.

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don’t push it cowboy (carl grimes x reader)

You have been on your own since the beginning, always keeping yourself away from people. So when a boy in a sheriff hat came fighting into your life you were more than surprised.

pairing: carl grimes x reader

warnings: violence, and swearing

a/n: takes place in the beginning of season 7. Unedited I hope you guys still like it :) might do a part 2!

Y/N= your name


  That morning had been like any other you woke up huddled on the branches of a tree with your backpack. You would climb trees to insure yourself safety as you slept, people rarely look up there and if they did they might just think you were a corpse (you had enough walker blood on your clothes from fighting to look like one) and the dead had no possible way of getting to you.

You got down the tree and started towards the gas station you saw last night. By the time you got to the gas station last night it was too dark to go check inside so you decided to wait until morning. You push threw the door and a small bell jingles causing you to grab your gun out of instinct, you hold up the gun as you make your way down the first isle. 

“Shit” you breathe, as you throw an empty can on the ground, nothing absolutely nothing. You walk down the final isle almost at the front when you hear that damn bell jingle as someone or something walks into the small gas stations store you put your back up against one of the shelves to try and not be seen before you have a plan. “I got this one dad.” is all you hear before the door shuts. 

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Hope [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi, I have to say your blog is purely fantastic and I was looking for fics like this for so long xD And I’d like to request something: reader comes to Alexandria after escaping from some guys who used to do terrible things to her but she had to remain with them to survive. She doesn’t tell anyone, but one day she opens up to Rick. He gets really angry and goes after them and when he returns he makes her understand that no one will ever touch her again(except for him).I hope I’m not asking much ;)

Here you go @whyso-se-ri0us! I hope you like it! 💘

Words: 2,161

Warnings: Violence, Implied Sexual Assault, PTSD, Panic attack

A/N: I’m baaaaccccckkkkk! And NO SMUT! Are you surprised? Sorry I’ve been MIA for the past couple of days. I have been so exhausted and needed the rest.You’ve all been so wonderful and understanding! I truly have the best followers around! Okay, okay, enough with my babbling.

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The day will come when you won’t be

Totally got this idea from @thewalkingdeadfanatic and gonna try it out. I’m gonna write an imagine based off of random episodes. I kind of changed it. If I find myself wanting to write about a certain episode, I’ll do it and post it here. None of them are related and will have different pairings.

Info: Reader is in the line up with the rest of the group. She is Rick’s girlfriend and almost like the female right hand man. Negan notices this and when he sees she isn’t scared of him, he takes her for a ride.

Warnings: blood, swearing.

Word count: 2,089

Originally posted by lionessx

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“See that?” Negan shouted and pointed to Rick.

Lucille stood in front of my face and Rick was losing it. He had snot coming from his nose, Glenns’ blood splattered across his face. 

“That’s how I need you to look at me, not any of this tough shit” Negan tells me.

I didn’t falter.

“Do I need to show you!” Negan yelled in my face “Simon, what’d she have?”

“A machete”

“Give it to me” Negan said keeping eye contact with you.

I saw my machete handle being handed to Negan and he took it. He grabbed me by my collar and dragged me behind him. I tried to stand up but he moved to fast. I saw Rick hunched over and sobbing on the ground, this time a snot bubble came from his nose. Then I was in the RV.

Negan sat in the drivers seat and I was on the ground. He had my machete on the seat next to me.

“That dirty look you’re giving me isn’t gonna do anything, but you know what will? You picking up that machete and driving it into my head, right now” Negan says.

I sat there and looked at my machete, I thought about it,

“Now!” He demanded me.

I grabbed my machete and leaped towards him but he was quicker with a machine gun, he stood with it at his torso. Then he laughed, leaning back and then sat back down.

“Let’s go on a ride”

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When we stopped Negan sat next to me.

“Do you know why I brought you here?” He asked.

“To make me fear you” I answered bitterly.

“Good fucking job! But I obviously haven’t done that yet. Listen here…”

“(Y/N)”

“Listen here, (Y/N), you belong to me. That machete of yours, is mine. Your boy Rick, he belongs to me”

Negan stood up and picked up my machete. He opened the door into a foggy cloud. He threw the machete, I heard it clang on the roof.

“Get me my machete” He said looking at me.

He killed a walker with Lucille.

“Get me by fucking machete. Now!” Negan yelled and killed another walker.

He grabbed me by my collar once again and threw me into the mist without any weapons. I had to push past a few walkers.

I climbed up onto the roof of the RV. When I got up there I looked around. We were at the scene of the burning wall of logs and hanging man. He was now a walker, the ground below was infested. I fell down and then laid on my back. I could only think of Rick. Is he still okay? Will he be alive when I come back? My ego had gotten the best of me once again.

“Bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together, sitting around at a table for Sunday dinner with a happy ever after. Well, it doesn’t work like that, (Y/N), not anymore. Think about what happened. People die, (Y/N), its what happens. Doesn’t mean the rest of them have to” Walkers were surrounding me. I couldn’t do this “Get me my machete, (Y/N). Get me my fucking machete! Last chance, I really want you to try this time” Negan says.

I grabbed the machete and started to stand.

“Bring me my machete”

Negan fires through the ceiling, beneath my feet. I ran to avoid them and grabbed onto the hanging walker. I was dangling above dozens of walkers as the one I used to save myself from Negan was attacking me. I was starting to lose my grip, walkers at my ankles weren’t helping. Just as I was going to give up, someone opened fire on the walkers below. I let go and saw Negan at the window of the trailer.

“Clock is tickin’ (Y/N). Think about what could still happen”

My mind went to Carl, Judith and Rick. I climbed over the pile of walkers and realized I lost my machete in the jump. I had to think quick. I stayed low to the ground knowing I couldn’t see far through the fog. One walker trailed close behind me. I spotted it and slashed it’s head before standing up.I looked around clueless as to where I was. All I saw were walkers silhouettes and fog. Negan must’ve known and honked the horn. I slashed down walkers left and right. I needed to see them again, my family. I got to the RV but the door was locked. I kept fighting the walkers, smashing them into the side of the RV.

The door opened and Negan killed the walkers surrounding. I frantically stepped inside and closed the door behind me. My chest heaving as I was finally safe. Negan looked at me with a smile before putting his gloved hand out to me. My face curled into a snarl and i placed the machete in his hand before sitting down.

“Atta girl!” Negan says proudly before placing it in the table.

I looked at it, covered in blood. He started to drive off as dawn broke. I was tired from staying up all nigh to fighting walkers on no sleep. Ngean was silent and it was only helping lull me to sleep. 

I was on and off sleeping the ride back. When we stopped is when I opened my eyes again.

“We’re here” Negan say calmly, standing next to me.

His voice scared me. I looked at him, he had a smile on his face.

“This must be hard on you. You though Rick was your knight in shining armor and he was out there cryin like a pussy, he let me take you, alone” Negan says looking though the cabinets.

“Don’t do that” I say.

“Do what? Tell the truth?”

“No, you say it to try and trick me. Make it sound like Rick didn’t want to stop you from taking me. It wasn’t like that”

“Are you sure? If you were mine, no other man would be allowed to take you like I did. Fuck no”

Negan groaned with delight when he found what he was looking for.

“Goodie” He say flipping a bottle of isopropyl alcohol in his hands.

He had a rag in his hand.

Anyways” he groaned “Rick, he was in charge. You, the first lady, right hand woman, whatever. You were both probably addicted to it. The power, ya know?” He took my machete and wiped the blood off on my jacket.”Now, I come and it’s over. But you, you can still help lead a nice productive life producing for me” He says pouring alcohol on the machete and cleaning it off “Any questions?” He asks with a smile.

“Why’d you help me out there?” I ask.

“I need Rick. If you die, who knows what Rick will do. If he leaves, offs himself or kills all his people and then himself, I don’t get my shit. Get it?”

I nodded.

He held the handle of my now clean machete out to me.

“I think you’re gonna need it” 

I stared at him.

“I just got a feelin” He says in a sing song tone, smile still on his face.

When I didn’t his smile fell and his lips pursed. He squinted his eyes.

“So take it” He says harshly.

I did so.

He threw me back out the RV and onto the ground. He dragged me by my collar again and placed me in front of everyone.

“Here we are. Let me ask you somethin (Y/N)” Negan says as I struggle to get up.

My knees were sore from the gravel he dragged me on, also my hands.

“You remember what that trip was about, right?” He asked me.

I answered the question in my head.

“Speak when you’re spoken to” Negan tells me.

“To make me afraid of you” I spoke.

“Good job! But, you’re still lookin at me the same god damn way. Like I shit in your scrambled eggs and that a’int gonna work. So, do I give you another chance?” He asked crouching in front of me.

“You will, you need me, remember?” I said.

“Okay, hat’s fair. Well, here goes. The grand prize game everybody. What you do next decides whether your crap day becomes everyone’s last crap day, or just another crap day”

I looked at everyone, weak and broken. Abraham and Glenn’s brains were on the ground. Some slouched, sprawled out of sat cross legged. Maggie looked even worse.

“Get some guns to the back of their heads”

I watched as his men got guns to everyone’s heads, including Rick and Carl.

“Level with their noses so when you fire” He imitated an explosion “It’ll be a real mess”

I watched as Negans’ eyes saw who my eyes were on. 

“Rick, right here” He says pointing at the ground in front of him, adjacent from me.

Rick didn’t hesitate. He stood up and stood in front of Negan. Negan removed his belt and I turned to see what was happening.

“You a southpaw?” Negan asked Rick.

“No” He answered.

“Good”

He tied my belt around his bicep.

“Alright, down on the ground, next to the badass” Negan directs him. 

Negan helped guide him face down to the ground. His right arm was closest to mine and I looked at him. He had tears in his eyes.

“Simon, you got a pen?” Negan asked one of his men.

“Yeah” He answered.

He threw it to Negan. Negan crouched down and rolled up Rick’s sleeve. He drew a line across his arm and fear settled in my stomach.

“Negan, please don’t” I beg.

“Really? I’m not doing shit” He stood up (Y/N), I want you to use your machete and cut of your hubbys left arm off, right on that line”

My eyes widened at the request.

“I know, you need a minute to process that. I need you to do it or all these people, including his kid, are gonna die. Do you want that to be on you? The killer of your mans son?”

“You don’t have to do this, we understand” Carl spoke up.

“You understand, (Y/N) here, she doesn’t” He turns his conversation to me “I know this is screwed up but I’m gonna need a clean cut, like a salami slice, nothin messy, clean, 45 degrees, give it somethin to fold over. We got a great doctor, he’ll be fine, probably. This needs to happen know, or I’ll crush his skull myself”

“Negan” I whisper.

“Pick up the machete. (Y/N), not making a decision is a big decision. You really wanna see all these people die? You will, you will see every, ugly thing”

I couldn’t bring myself to it. I felt tears fall.

“Oh my god, are you really gonna make me fuckin count?”

I looked around thinking.

“Okay, (Y/N), you won this one, I’m counting

Three

“Negan, please, I-it can be me” I cry.

Two” Negan crouched down once again, he grabbed my face “This is it”

One” He shouted.

I picked up my machete as I yelled. I placed my left hand on Ricks’, when I looked at him he nodded, letting me know it was okay.

“(Y/N), it’s okay, just do it. I love you” Rick tells me.

I lift my machete, I was ready to swing but then Negan touched my arm gently and came down to my eye level. I stopped.

“You answer to me, you provide to me, you belong to me right?”

I nodded shakily.

“Speak when you’re spoken to!” He shouted as he grabbed my face again “You answer to me! You provide to me!”

“I provide to you” I answered with my voice quavering,

“You belong to me! Right?”

“Right” I say quietly.

“That” he let go of my face “Is the look I wanted to see”

I scrambled to Rick and helped him up. I crawled into his arms as he kissed my head while Negan continued to speak. He took Daryl, he looked to see if I’d do anything about it and I didn’t dare move or speak. He nodded with a smug grin. When he left I turned to Rick and held his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Rick” I kissed him and then turned to everyone.

No apology was needed. They knew we couldn’t take back what happened and that I was okay. I looked back at Rick.

“I love you. I’m sorry” I sobbed.

“It’s okay, we’re okay, that’s all that matters”

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This took me a really long time so feedback would be much appreciated. 

@sparklebutter

Who You Are (Part 3)

Originally posted by katmcnamara

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,357

Warning: swearing

Summary: You are on a mission of your own when you get caught by a certain superhero.

A/N: I’m sorry if there are any spelling errors! Thank you to everyone reading and wanting to be tagged! I’m super glad people are enjoying it! :)

Part 1 Part 2


When you wake you feel an ache run through your whole body. Groaning, you open your eyes and the white light blinds you. Your eyes begin to adjust and you look around the unfamiliar room. You glance down and you are in what looks like a hospital gown. You sit up suddenly and wince at your headache. There are wires down your body and you start to rip them off.

“Good morning Miss Y/N. I will inform Mr. Stark of your awakened state,” a female’s disembodied voice says. You jump at the sound of it until she realized she said Stark. Did she mean Tony Stark? You hurriedly take the rest of the leads off and move to get off the bed. Your knees hit the floor and you cuss. Suddenly a purple man floats through the wall.

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Our Girl - Jesus/Paul Monroe Imagine Request

Youngand-beautiful asked:
Can I get a Jesus (paul) imagine? Where you first meet him on the run with rick and Daryl and paul starts flirting with you but your like a little daughter figure for rick and Daryl so they get kind of protective?thanks I love your writing -
I hope you enjoy this @youngand-beautiful :)

‘C’mere you son of a bitch!’ You hear Daryl shout and although both he and Rick told you to stand by the car in case there were any unsavory survivors hanging around something makes you pull out your gun and head towards the sound of the commotion. As you approach you see Daryl trying to grab at a man wearing a long leather coat and beanie. He runs past where you’re stood and doesn’t register you’re even there. You use it to your advantage and jump on the mans back. He slows down but flips you over to the floor. ‘Oh..Shit!’ He bends over his hands on his knees and looks down at you smiling. Daryl comes over and punches the guy in the face ‘Get away from her!’ You hear Rick running towards the scene. He offers you his hand and pulls you up, checking you over with his eyes ‘Are you ok?’ You nod your head and roll your shoulders ‘Just a little winded.’ Daryl drags the man up to his feet mumbling ‘Piece of shit!’ Rick puts his hand on your shoulders ‘You sure you’re ok?’ You nod your head and hold your side with your hand. ‘I didn’t realise you were a woman..I am so sorry.’ You turn to look at the jackass who knocked the wind out of you and feel your stomach do a somersault. He has the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. ‘If I realised it was such a beautiful woman, I definitely wouldn’t have reacted that way either!’

Daryl pushes the mans shoulder ‘Shut up..You don’t get to talk to her!’ Rick smiles at you and you roll your eyes ‘Daryl it’s fine..He’s apologised!’ Daryl spits on the floor and puts his hand on your arm ‘So..Prick shouldn’t have been running anyway…You sure you’re ok?’ You nod your head and look at the man once more, suddenly aware that he hasn’t taken his eyes off you the whole time ‘What are you smiling at? Just cos I accepted your apology it doesn’t mean I like you!’ He tilts his head ‘I’d like to do something change that.’ Daryl shoves him once more ‘Shut up..Let’s get him in the car.’

You sit in the back with man, and after much grumbling and disagreeing from Rick and Daryl they reluctantly sit in the front.  Daryl turns in his seat to keep an eye on the man. ‘So what’s your name?’ he asks as you look out of the window ‘Not interested!’ you retort. Daryl chuckles ‘Good one!’ and turns forward in his seat, comfortable in the knowledge you can look after yourself. The man moves closer to you and something about his breath on your cheeks makes a warmth pool somewhere low and intimate, you feel your cheeks flush but stick your chin out as you turn to look in his eyes. ‘Can I help you with something?’ He flashes you a smile that despite the circumstances you find charming. You see Rick swerve the car purposefully so the man is jerked away from you and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.  ‘My name’s Paul Monroe but my friends call me Jesus.’ You shrug your shoulders and say ‘Well I’ll call you Paul then.’ He nods his head and moves closer to you again. He lowers his voice and looks at you, his head tilted close ‘I really am sorry for what I did to you back there, and I really meant what I said. Had I known I was harming such a beautiful woman I wouldn’t have flipped you over like that.’ You can’t stop the blood rushing into your cheeks and as you stare into his eyes you feel mesmerized. Rick pulls the car over ‘Ok..Daryl’s going to get in the back!’ As Daryl opens the door to the back seat to let you get out you flash him a smile and settle into Daryl’s seat in the front. Rick starts driving again ‘I don’t like him or trust him with you back there..Flirtin’ with you…What a punk!’

You smile at how protective the two men are of you, but as you drive back to Alexandria you find yourself looking at the stranger in the mirror and wanting to know more about him.