This is for my Negan’s Valentine’s Day Massacre challenge! Join in on the fun and post your works of love! 💞
TV: The Walking Dead
Warnings: Dirty talk!
Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner
Inspired by: @underratedcharactersimagines First Date with Negan Would Include.
He watched her from the door way, his arms folded across his chest. The sounds of his leather jacket creaking caught her attention.
She was currently bent at the waist, buckling the strap of her killer heels. She looked up at him through the mirror, a blush to her cheeks.
He grinned, his tounge sneaking out from his teeth, “Look at you doll! All decked out in a dress; never thought I’d see the fuckin’ day!”
She shook her head, standing and smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress, “Well, I wanted to look nice. It is a Valentine’s Day dinner.”
Shit; he couldn’t remember when the last time he celebrated Valentine’s Day. Lucille had passed before they could share it during her final year alive.
And now that the world had ended over two years ago, well, he just didn’t see the fuckin’ point.
Then he had wives only to have them sent away because of the woman standing in front of him.
There was something there, something that his other wives didn’t have… and goddamnit, he wanted to explore that.
Negan pushed off the door jam, walking over to Y/N. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, twisting slightly from side to side as he slid his other hand into her hair.
“You do look nice, baby,” he ran his nose along her neck, making her shiver, “I could literally just eat you up.”
She giggled, holding on to his shoulders, “Negan,”
He growled, nibbling on her neck, making her laugh loudly.
“Have your bag packed?” He asked, against her neck.
She hummed softly, holding his head in place, “Yes.”
Patting her ass, he placed a kiss on her pulse, “Let’s get rollin’ then baby.”
He grabbed her bag, more than ready to get her alone.
“You still haven’t said where we’re going, Negan,” Y/N said, her heels clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor as she tried to keep up with his long strides.
He slowed, taking her hand and threading his fingers with hers, “It’s a surprise, babe, so quit asking.”
Taking her to the truck, he quickly was on the road, not wanting a fuckin’ thing to stop him.
Every now and again, Negan would glance over at Y/N to see her staring out the window.
There wasn’t much to look at; the occasional Walker and desolate land. Her quietness unnerved him.
Taking his hand, he placed it on her knee, pulling her dress upward so he could get a peek of her thigh.
She looked over at him, smiling.
“How about I pull this truck over and we have some fuckin’ fun?”
Her laugh lifted his spirits, calmning his nerves.
“Nope, no way.” She said, stroking the top of his hand.
“Aww, c'mon Doll, why not?”
In prim and posh British accent she said, “Because I’m a lady, that’s why.”
They laughed, Y/N scooching over in the seat to rest against him.
Pulling up to the gates of Alexandria, Y/N shot him a look.
“What?” He asked, his innocence failing miserably.
“Don’t be rude, Negan… please?” She asked, sticking out her bottom lip.
“Uhg, I hate it when you pull the doe eyed look, baby.”
The smile that took over her face told him that she knew she won.
He sighed, shuting the truck off and getting out, “Wait here.”
Rick opened the gate, looking pissed.
“Rick the Prick! How the hell are ya!?” Negan asked, his arms out stretched.
Rick stood there, hand on his belt and tapping his foot, “Very last house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Other two homes are vacant. You’ll have your privacy.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Negan turned his attention to the truck.
Rick followed his gaze, then looked back to Negan.
With his fingers crossed, he leaned back slightly, “Maybe if I’m lucky, there’ll be some freaky deaky tonight!”
He laughed loudly, heading back to the car.
Rick moved out of the way, letting Negan drive through, then slammed the gate shut.
When Negan pulled up to the house, he heard Y/N gasp.
“Wow,” she breathed, getting out of the truck to stare at the two story home.
Negan’s nerves were getting the best of him again. Getting out of the truck, he kept twirling and jiggling the keys, watching Y/N’s reaction.
“Can we go inside?” She asked.
“Huh? Well shit, Darlin’! Sorry!” He took her hand, leading her up the porch and into the house.
“Holy smokes!” She gasped in awe, when they entered the house.
Negan shut the door and led her to a room that he knew for a fact she’d go nuts over.
“Ah! None of that shit woman!” He scolded, opening the door that they were in front of.
He swept his hand into the room, “Ta da!”
Her mouth agape, she placed a hand over her heart, “It has a study!?”
Lined from wall to wall was a small library. She was forever fuckin’ reading, anything from romance books to medical texts.
“Think you’ll be alright in here while I get cleaned up?” Negan asked.
He smiled, leaving her with her thoughts.
As Negan looked in the mirror, he turned his head from side to side after his shower.
Yup, he was about to take the plunge. The shit that veen growing on his face was finally coming off. It was just a little surprise for Y/N.
After applying some shaving cream, he carefully used the straight razor, ridding his face of his beard.
Once it was all done, he stared at his reflection.
Goddamn it had been forever since he was beard free. He’d nearly forgotten what he looked like.
Negan dressed in a clean white tshirt and jeans, forgoing any socks or shoes.
Going down stairs to the kitchen, he began to cook Y/N’s favorite meal, Spaghetti.
He’d been cooking for about an hour when Y/N came into the kitchen, her nose in a book.
“Neg-ahhhhh!” She hollered, dropping the book.
Her hands cupped over her mouth as she rushed over to him, “What did you do!?” She asked.
“You don’t like it?” He asked her.
Closing his eyes at the feel of her warm fingers caressing his cheeks; he had to admit that it was giving him one hell of a stiffy.
“I love it… It’s different, but I love it,”
He smiled, the deepness of his dimples now more prominent.
“Gimmie a fuckin’ kiss baby,” he growled softly.
He noticed that her heels were off since she stood on her tiptoes.
Palming her ass with one hand and the other craddling her cheek, he lowered his head and kissed her.
She gasped as he moved his smooth lips over hers, no beard hair in sight to prick her fuckable mouth.
Her moan was deep and loud as he ran his tounge against hers.
She pulled back with an audible smack as their lips broke apart.
“Wow,” she breathed, her thumbs running over his dimples.
Negan licked his lips, wiggling his eyebrows, “Just wait until I eat you out, baby.”
He laughed as she blushed and dodged a smack from her hand.
Going to the stove, he stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce. Negan took the wooden spoon out, carefully tasting it.
“Hmmmm mmmm!” He moaned, bending at the knees.
“Wanna taste?” He asked, Y/N, holding the spoon up to her mouth.
He watched as her lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon and couldn’t help but to reach down and adjust himself.
Damn those lips and that mouth was going to be the death of him.
Her eyes closed as her tounge licked away the extra sauce, “Oh God!”
“Good huh?” He chuckled.
She nodded, “You have no idea. It’s been forever since I’ve had homemade spaghetti!”
“Now you see, baby? I know you so damn well!” He bragged, going back to the stove to drain the noodles.
“Yeah, you do.” She said, softly.
As they sat at the table, Negan thought of other ways to let her know that she was it for him.
His good mood and banter had calmed a bit since they began eatting. He was lost in his own thoughts, a place he didn’t like going to very often.
Twirling some food on his fork, he jumped when he felt her foot tickle his ankle.
She giggled, happiness making her eyes light up.
He gently poked at her foot with his toes, laughing as she exclaimed that what he was doing was tickling her.
It was times like this that he was happy about sending away the other women and getting away from the Sanctuary.
He wanted to tell her how he really felt, but in a way, he believed he didn’t deserve it. After all the shit he put Lucille through? Hell, he couldn’t and wouldn’t blame Y/N if she wanted to take off.
Negan had moved his plate to the side, not in the mood to eat anymore.
Out of his peripheral, he saw her hand rest on his.
“I love you, Negan.” She said it so softly, he thought he had misheard.
He swallowed the lump in his throat; he could do this.
“Love you too, Y/N… have since the day you turned my life upside down.”
His brows bunched, realizing that that didn’t come out right, but she seemed to have understood.
Relief coursed through him as she smiled sweetly at him.
“C'mere baby.” He patted his lap.
She stood, going over to him and straddling his lap. Her dress had ridden up, revealing her pantie covered core.
Taking a handful of hair, he pulled her roughly to him, kissing her hard.
She responded well with the rough kiss, her head slightly bobbing with his as their lips and tounges moved with one another.
He gripped her ass, pulling her more into his lap. She rolled her hips, grinding against his erection.
“Jesus fuck, baby!” He panted as her lips sucked greedily on his neck.
Lightly tugging on her hair, he brought her mouth back to his, licking at her lips as he growled into the kiss.
Y/N placed her hands under his shirt, her nails slightly clawing at his hairy chest.
She whimpered, pulling back to gasp for air.
Craddling the back of her head, Negan kissed her ear, “I fuckin’ love the shit outta you Doll.”
His voice was deep, dropping the more turned on he became.
Taking his middle finger, ran it across the seam of her panties, “And this pussy? Baby, I’m goin’ fuck the hell out of this pussy. Everyone,” he bit down on her lobe, soothing the sting with his tounge, “and I mean everyone will know this pussy belongs to me.”
She tilted her head back, moaning, “Oh God,”
Negan took hold of her chin, making sure that she was looking into his eyes, “No baby, not God… Negan.”
Derek Hale x You Imagine: Valentine’s Day w/ Derek!
She woke up to an empty bed and no sight of Derek anywhere. Instinctively, she reached for her phone to call him, but realized he had left a sticky note on her phone. “Good morning, beautiful! Don’t worry, I’m okay. You deserve chocolate for putting up with me all the time. It’s never too early for chocolate, right?” She looked over and found a piece of purple wrapped chocolate sitting on the edge of the bedside table. She smiled and happily unwrapped the chocolate and popped it in her mouth. Dark chocolate, of course. Derek was always such a health-freak. She followed the arrow on the bottom of the note and flipped the note over. “Remember when I tried to make brownies and I almost burned down the kitchen? The next note is in the kitchen.” She laughed as she recalled fanning the smoke detector with the empty box of brownie mix.
She got up and slipped on a silky blue robe and tied it as she slid her feet into fluffy warm slippers. She carefully placed the note in the front pocket of her robe, and her feet shuffled to the kitchen. Her eyes scanned the clean kitchen until noticing a sticky note stuck on the oven handle, as well as another piece of chocolate on the kitchen counter. She pulled the note off and read it, “Remember the time you stole my shirt and I drooled toothpaste all over you? Btw, you did look really good in my shirt. ;)” She burst into giggles and flipped the note over. “Go to the bathroom to find the next note. I hope you’re enjoying the chocolates.” She stuffed the note in her pocket, and unwrapped the piece of chocolate. This time, it had a delicious sweet caramel filling within the dark chocolate.
After finishing her chocolate, she proceeded to the bathroom for the next note. This time, the note was stuck on the mirror. While she was there, she figured she would freshen up while she was in the bathroom. So she read the note as she brushed her teeth. “Remember when you hid my phone underneath the couch so I wouldn’t play games on it and I couldn’t find it for days?” She spit and rinsed into the sink and washed her face, replaying that moment in her head. She had hid his phone because he kept obsessing over this one game with zombies. So when he was sleeping, she silenced his phone and hid it underneath one of the cushions on his couch. He couldn’t find it for days. It wasn’t until he lost the tv remote that he found his phone.
She wiped her face dry and flipped the note over, “But I have to admit, that was a clever plan. Go to the living room for next note.” She added the note to the rest in her pocket and skipped to the living room. There, she found another piece of chocolate on the coffee table, but no note. She looked underneath the table but nothing. She ate the chocolate first and contemplated. “Oh wait.” She shook her head in realization. She lifted the cushion she hid his phone underneath and there was the note. She peeled it from the cushion and set it back down. “Remember when we were coming back from the bonfire and we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves in the elevator? ;)” She blushed furiously after reading the note. Flashes of that night playing through her mind, making her heart race with excitement. “Go to the elevator for the next note.” She read on the back. She pressed the back of her hands against her flushed cheeks to cool her heated face as she made her way to the elevator.
The note only said, “Open me.” So she pulled the door aside and gasped, not expecting Derek standing on the other side. He stood with a big grin on his face, holding a bouquet of roses. “Oh my god, Derek!” She jumped and threw her arms around him. He laughed and pulled her into a huge hug. “Did you like notes and chocolates?” He asked, slowly pulling away to hand her the bouquet. She nodded and hugged the bouquet of roses with a big smile. “I love them! Who knew the big bad wolf could be so romantic?” She playfully teased him. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer. “I guess the cute little piggy stole my heart.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of her head. She giggled and took a whiff of the fresh roses. “Happy Valentine’s day, babe.” He mumbled into her hair as he slightly swayed her in his arms. “Happy Valentine’s day, Derek.” She softly whispered and kissed the spot of his heart. “Brunch?” He asked and released her. “I’m pretty sure I just had my breakfast.” She grabbed a handful of chocolate wrappers out of her pocket. He laughed and nodded.
“What would you like brunch?” She asked, unwrapping the bouquet of roses and replacing the old vase of flowers with the new flowers. “Pancakes and bacon on the side?” He asked, following her to the kitchen. “Coffee as well?” She ran her fingers through her hair and tied her hair into a messy bun. “Ye-Wait… what is that?” He said, upon spotting something unusual. “What is what?” She asked as she grabbed the pan and turned on the stove. His eyes narrowed onto the spot on the back of her neck and suspiciously stared at it as he made his way over. She was too busy grabbing all the necessary ingredients and kitchenware to notice him hovering behind her. “What is it?” She carelessly asked again. But he didn’t answer and took a closer look at her neck. “Is that a tattoo?” He asked in disbelief. She turned off the stove and slowly turned to face him with a guilty smile.
“Surprise?” Her shoulders shrugged up and she flashed a cheeky smile. “Is that real?” He exclaimed and brushed his fingers against the tattoo behind her neck. “Yes?” She nervously chuckled. He stared with an eyebrow raised. “It’s the same as yours but smaller and cuter?” She continued, fluttering her long eyelashes up at him to play up her charms. He sighed and shook his head. “When did you get this? A couple of days ago? Cause it’s still red.” He gently pinched her cheek, which she jerked away and rubbed her cheek, “Yeah, do you like it? I wanted to match the one on your back.” She slightly pouted and held both his hands. He broke out into a smile, “Of course I like it, I just wish you told me so I could have been there for you.” He softly said, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. She sighed in relief and sweetly smiled, “Sorry, I wanted it to be a surprise.” She said, lightly swinging their hands. “Well, it is a very good Valentine’s day present.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She chuckled, “That’s not your present. Actually, hold on, I have your present.” She released his hands and hurried off into the bedroom. She came back with a small box with a red bow tied on top. She lifted the box up to him and watched with anticipation as he untied and opened it.
“You didn’t have to buy anything for me. I’m happy with you by my side.” He said and he set the red ribbon aside. “I wanted to,” She nervously smiled as she watched him take out a dark cherry-brown leather string necklace with a silver ring hanging on the bottom. She raised her hand and showed off the same ring on her hand. “A couple ring?” He grinned and was quick to try it on. “Wait! There’s a message on the ring.” She laughed and pointed to his ring. “Oh!” He took the necklace off and looked carefully at the inner part of the ring. “Forever your anchor.” He read the engravings and he could feel his heart just melt into a puddle of lava. He looked up from his ring and he pulled her into a tight embrace. “Oh, god, Derek!” She squealed, when his arms crushed her into an affectionate tight embrace. “I love you and every memory I make with you.” He breathlessly whispered and peppered her head with kisses. Although she was somewhat suffocating in his embrace, she replied with a tender smile. “I love you too.” He cupped her cheek and leaned down to tenderly kiss her.
P/N: I know Valentine’s day is over, but I still hope yall enjoyed this :)
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