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Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: Dirty talk!

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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.
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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.

“Negan, where-”

“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.

“Most definitely!”

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.
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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.”


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Series Title: True Love Gave to Me

Chapter Title: Day 23 Stockings

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

@averymerryspnxmas


I was beyond irritated. People were being dicks to the tenth degree, traffic was literally bumper to bumper and I was ready to scream.

So much for the holiday spirit.

I could’ve cried when I pulled into the drive way. Resting my head on the steering wheel, I took a much needed deep breath before getting out of the car.

The gift bags in the back seat would have to wait until later.

As soon as I entered the house, I toed off my sneakers and hung up my jacket.

“Negan?” I called out, as I put my keys and wallet in the decorative bowl that was on a side table.

When I didn’t get a response, I cracked my neck, rubbing where the tense muscle of my shoulder was.

Rounding the corner to the living room, I paused, my eyes wide.

Negan stood in front of the fireplace in a red robe and a Santa’s hat… and he was fully erect.

“The hell are you doing Negan?” I asked, amused and bewildered.

He snapped his fingers, pointing to a chair that was placed in the middle of the floor.

I bit my lip, wanting to see where this was going with morbid curiosity.

Complying to his voiceless command, I parked my rear on the chair, my legs crossed at the ankles.

He turned to the stereo, pushing play. Salacious Christmas stripper music began to flow through the speakers.

I covered my mouth, trying to stifle the giggles.

Negan did a dance around me, slowly revealing bits of his naked body to me.

Coming to the front, he bent at the waist, placing his hand on my shoulder as he gyrated his hips.

When he took the robe completely off, I busted out laughing, falling over to the floor.

Hanging from his erect member, was a stocking.

I got to my knees, holding my stomach.

It was just adorably funny!

Negan stood proudly, a smirk on his lips, trying not to laugh himself, “Gonna see what’s in the fuckin’ stocking, baby?”

I wiped my eyes and cleared my throat. Reaching out, I took the stocking off of his member and peered inside.

I pulled out two small bottles, one was lotion and the other was KY brand lube.

“Seriously?” I asked, laughing.

Negan licked his lips, “I’ve got plans for you tonight, Sweetheart.”

“I suppose I should give you some sort of thanks in advance then.”

Leaning forward, I kissed the head of his hard length. I gripped him gently, smirking at his grunt when I slowly licked him.

Negan’s chest heaved when I took him into my mouth, the skin smooth against my tounge.

I hummed when he grabbed a handful of my hair, “Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned.

I ran my hands up and down his thighs as I slowly bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could in my mouth.

He pulled on my hair gently, pulling hips back slowly. When just the head was between my lips, I gave him a firm suck, flicking my tounge on the slit, tasting him.

“Jesus, fuckin’… fuck, enough!” He groaned, his hardness leaving my mouth with a wet plop.

I wiped the corners of my mouth, smiling up at him.

Negan helped me stand up, walking me backwards where my back collided with the bookshelf.

I gasped when he kissed me, his tounge caressing mine as he unbuttoned my pants, shoving his hand into my panties.

He growled when he fingers came in contact with my wetness.

“So fuckin’ wet, Darlin’.” He said, in between kisses.

As he began to slowly slide two fingers into me, he kissed his way to my ear, “Mrs. Claus has been a fuckin’ minx this year,”

I moaned when he wiggled his fingers.

“She best get that fine ass in the bedroom.” Negan growled.

He slowly pulled his hand from my panties, giving my ass a firm slap as I moved past him.

I guess I was in the Christmas spirit after all.

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