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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor - Part Two

Originally posted by jeromevaleskasface

thanks so much to everyone being so nice with me! i’m glad you enjoyed daddy’s little doctor so much! here’s a part two just for you!



‘Oh my God. What the hell am I doing?’ [Y/N] kept asking herself as she ran hand by hand with Jerome.

‘This is so crazy.’

“Ha! Do you see what I see, Baby Cakes? We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde!”

[Y/N] didn’t have enough time to answer, she gasped loudly at Jerome who just shot a random guy who was about to get into his car.

Jerome laughed. “We have our own vehicle now.” He took a driver’s seat and waited for [Y/N].

She sat beside him and as his hand moved to reach her thigh she took it like she wanted to hold it.

‘Shit. Don’t you dare to blush!’

He only smirked at the situation, not letting go of her hand. Both of them didn’t say anything about it. What if he didn’t really wanted to reach her thigh?

She could feel how awkward it was, at least for her, that’s why she decided to say something.

“So.. Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re.. going to get my face back, [Y/N].” He giggled.

She liked his giggle, it was adorable.

She turned to look at him. “Why do you want your face back though? I kinda like the new look.” She said with a smirk.

He chuckled. “Oh Darling, you never fail to make me smile. I know I still look hella fine but you should’ve seen me with my face on.”

“Well, I’ve seen you.. that day when they found out you killed your mother..”

“Ah good ol’ days!” He said happily. “So tell me Gorgeous, what did you think of me?”

“Nothing!” She said a little too fast. “I mean yeah, uh, nothing.”

Normally, [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with lying but Jerome really made her nervous at the moment!

“Awww, c’mon, you gotta tell me.” He looked at her with puppy eyes, not caring about the road, wheels of the car meeting an innocent man because of it.

“Sorry! Didn’t see ya!” [Y/N] looked at the scene with wide eyes.

“Okay now, where were we? Oh right, answer my question, Toots.”

‘He really enjoys giving nicknames… Anyway, I guess I have nothing to lose.’

“Well.. I thought you were kinda.. cute?” She couldn’t help but looked down at her hands and blushed. She felt bad for feeling like this because of a sociopath. But he was really sweet to her, ya know?

She could feel like.. herself with him. Everybody always expected her to be perfect. She was so tired of this.  She was only a human being.

He smirked still gazing at the road.. “Don’t cha too sweet for me, Baby?”

“What do you mean she left with him?!”

“Look, Jim, I couldn’t stop them. I already told you, she just left.. like that. She didn’t even protest.”

Jim made a weird face at her words so she added “That’s probably because she was too scared..”

Inside she knew she was wrong. [Y/N] looked shocked, then shy but definitely not scared. Lee had no idea what to think.

“We need to find her. We need to find them.

[Y/N] sat on a table where Jerome was lying 3 hours ago, when Dwight was trying to bring him back from the dead. She was looking at Jerome’s back for 5 minutes as he moaned in pain. He was “putting” his face back on and he was almost finished. [Y/N] felt bad for him, she didn’t like him being in pain. He was handsome in her opinion when he had no face, so she was 1000%  sure he’d be still handsome with staples.

Finally he finished his work and looked at Dwight.

“So, how’s the look?”

Dwight was really nervous. He was praying Jerome’s not mad but he noticed that [Y/N] was. 

“It looks good..” He wasn’t very persuasive, was he?

“You wouldn’t.. lie to me.. Right, Dwight?”

He shook his head. “N-no. I-it looks good.” Jerome was smiling the whole time. 

He looked like an angel in [Y/N]’s eyes.

Jerome noticed a gentle smile on her face and returned it.

“Now Dwight, would you stand over there? Me and Sweet Cheeks need to talk about something.” Dwight nodded quickly and almost ran to the place Jerome pointed out.

Jerome and [Y/N] moved aside and he explained, what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for Gotham.

[Y/N] couldn’t be more excited.

“Testing, testing… Are we live? Are we on air?”

In the background you were able see Dwight, tied up to incendiary bombs.

“C’mere, Gorgeous, no need to be shy, you’re too pretty for that.”

She skipped to Jerome. “Hiya everyone!” She waved, giggled and kissed Jerome on the cheek. She was way more confident by now, thanks to her Puddin telling her not to worry.

“Some of you may know I died. Take it from me - death is dull! But coming back… that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life and I would like to share that with you.” He looked over at [Y/N] and blew her a kiss.

“Tonight, Gotham - in the darkness - there are no rules! So tonight, Gotham, do what you want, kill who you want. And when morning comes you too shall be reborn!” He took [Y/N]’s hand and fired an explosive.

“And, uh..”


“.. I don’t forgive you for my face.”

They started laughing like maniacs. ([Y/N]’s favourite kind of laugh) And left. Just like that. Again.

On daily basis, [Y/N] would feel bad. It wasn’t normal anymore, but on the other hand, she couldn’t be more happy to be with Jerome. They were in love! It felt like magic.

Like he was a Clyde to her, and she was a Bonnie to him!

You may wonder, why all of this had to happen?

I guess we will never really know. Maybe it happened because she was too tired of being a perfect child?

Too tired of having straight A’s?

Or too tired of rules?

Or maybe tired of always having to speak with respect?

She was too tired of one thing, she always had to be.

 She was tired of being Daddy’s Little Doctor.


In honour of friendship

On rescuing Dwight:-

Aidan: Dwight Enys, his ship goes missing off the coast of France, his best mate, so Ross rallies the troops together, some of his old pals, to try and find out where he is…. It’s very exciting. It’s a little war movie in the middle.

Debbie: The funny thing is when you talk about it, it sounds like ‘Oh God, Ross being reckless again’ but if you think about it, he’s an army captain, he has done this kind of thing before.  It wouldn’t be like, you know, Francis going off. This guy has military experience. We’ve tried to show that he is very much the leader of this expedition and he knows… he does have some idea of what he’s doing!

Q: Ross is a military man is that where he’s most comfortable do you think?

Aidan: I think so. I think he’s better at making decisions on the battlefield… he’s far more comfortable. It’s when you see him really well-measured and gathered and clear, really. That’s when you see Ross in his element. … It’s interesting to play that side of Ross.

[BFI April ’17]

Comfort [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

Remember the season finale of twd? Could you do a Daryl Dixon smut based on that. The reader is his wife and after the talk/argument with Dwight in the cell, the reader tries to comfort Daryl about the situation.

Hope you enjoy @prince-of-edolas!! 

Originally posted by noisysunday

Words: 2,553

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex

A/N: I felt like I hadn’t written any Daryl in forever, so I hope you enjoy some sweet Daryl smut! 

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Negan imagines -The Blame Part 9

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

A/N: Doesn’t it feel good to be back?! I have missed this fic and I have missed The Walking Dead. I am so excited for this half of the season and so excited to see where I can take this fic :) So Happy Valentine’s day sweeties and I hope this is okay for y’all :)

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Living with Negan has some conditions. Some conditions you’re not too happy with…

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1,622

Warnings: Explicit language, Negan being Negan, 

Your fingers circled over Negan’s chest as it rose and fell with his shallow breathing. He had his eyes closed in bliss and his arm wrapped around you. 

“Negan?” You whispered. Negan hummed in response. However before you could ask what you wanted, a knock on the door interrupted you. 

“What?!” Negan called from his bed. The door opened and in came Dwight along with two other of Negan’s men. 

“Sir. Sorry, Sir.” One of the men apologised as they had interrupted. Negan climbed from the bed and pulled on his jeans. 

“What’s so damn important you just had to interrupt when I specifically said not to?” Negan asked, he tossed you one of his shirts as he had ripped your own and then picked your panties off the floor. He threw them at you with a hearty chuckle.

“Negan.” Dwight reminded him that they had news. 

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“Worries” Part 2

Word Count: 1,116

Daryl Dixon x Reader

This is part two of “Worries”, which you can read HERE

Summary: When Negan takes Daryl in as prisoner, he has more than a few words about Daryl’s relationship with you.

Warnings: A lot of Swearing (lol Negan is in this what do you expect)

Thanks for requesting a second part, anon! :)

We’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…”

That song, playing on repeat, was driving Daryl insane. The only thing he could think about was getting out of that cell, escaping, and seeing you again. But of course, that seemed impossible since he was locked away, being forced to listen to the same song over and over again, eating dog food sandwiches.

“Get up.” Dwight opened the door, sunlight streaming into the once pitch dark cell. Daryl winced his eyes at the sudden change of light, but didn’t move to get up.

“I said get the fuck up, now. Negan wants to see you.” Dwight says again, and when Daryl doesn’t move, he grabs Daryl by the arm and forces him to walk down the hallway.

“Aha, exactly who I wanted to see.” Negan turned around from speaking to one of his many wives. Daryl grunts in response, and Dwight lets go of his arm.

“We gotta have a little chat.” Negan sets his drink down. “It’s about your precious little whore, Y/N.”

Daryl’s attention is fully on Negan once he mentions your name, even if it’s in a bad way. He hadn’t heard anything about you since the night of the lineup. He didn’t even know if you were alive, or if you were okay. All he could seem to do (besides plan escaping) was worry about you.

“Dwight, ladies, you mind giving us a little goddamn privacy? Fuck, I don’t get any respect around here.” Negan sighs, setting Lucille down on the table. They all hurry to leave the room, making Negan smirk in response. He loves being listened to, being in control.

“So, Daryl.”

“What?” Daryl manages to make out, his voice a little dry from not doing anything but crying and yelling for the past few days.

“Every time I am in Alexandria, all I get is dirty looks from that girl of yours. Let me tell you- that is not fucking cool, but damn is she a babe!” Negan laughs. Daryl gives him a dirty look, not liking that Negan was blatantly hitting on you. He’s very protective of you, and he hates when anyone even looks at you in a way that’s not friendly. But he knows better than to say anything to Negan.

“That ass, mhm, that’s a sight to see. I bet that pussy is great, too.” Negan taunts Daryl, and seeing by the look on his face, its working.

“She’s real lonely without you there. I offered to make her one of my wives, keep her company all day, fuck her brains out. She rejected that offer real fucking quick, seems she’s still hung up in you. Won’t be for too long. Not with all of those strong, younger men out there.”

Daryl wants to pick up Lucille from the couch and bash in Negan’s head like he did to Glenn and Abraham, but he somehow manages to keep his cool.

Despite all of the times that you have tried to reassure him that he didn’t need to be insecure about the age difference, he couldn’t help but let it get to him sometimes. Between everyone at the camp bothering him about it and his own worries that you would lose interest in him, he was very insecure about the situation. Typically you were the only person that could reassure him that everything was going to be ok and calm him down, but you weren’t here this time.

“She wouldn’t.” Is all he says.

“You sure about that, buddy? You’re an old ass man. She’s a hot ass fucking babe, ten out of ten. She’s going to leave you sooner or better.”

“She won’t.” Daryl grits through his teeth.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you?” Negan puts his hand over his heart. “I did, didn’t I?”


“I could see why you’d be bothered by it, shit, I don’t blame ‘ya. She’s way out of your league. Surprised she’s not with that little serial killer- he’s only a few years younger than her, isn’t he? Or even with Rick. At least he’s got something going for him, being the, quite frankly shitty, leader of you guys.”

“Shut up.”

“Nuh-uh,” Negan shakes his finger. “You don’t get to tell me to shut up, or I will toss you right back into that fucking cage you just came from.”

Daryl sits there, unsure why Negan even called him out there. If it was just to taunt and tease him about you, than he would rather go back into the cell.

“Why am I out here?”

“I got bored. Decided to take the shit out of ‘ya in a different way than torture. I gotta say, this is way more fucking entertaining.” Negan laughs. “I’m just busting your balls, you can relax. I think its damn cool you can score someone like that. Even in the apocalypse. Shit, I’d even go as far as sayin’ I’m proud of ‘ya. She seems to really like you, for what reason I have no goddamn idea, but she does.”

“Please let me see her, I need ‘ta see her.” Daryl begged.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Ya took Carl here, showed him around. Bring Y/N here.”

“Beggin’ me isn’t gonna do shit.” Negan shook his head. “Dwight!” He yelled, and the man came inside the room.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take him back. Done with him. He’s too goddamn sensitive.”

“No, no, no please, let me see her.” Daryl was about ready to explode, between the anger built up from this conversation with Negan, to that stupid song playing over and over again, to being stuck in isolation.

“Too bad so sad.” Negan waved them off, and gestured for his wives to come back into the room.

“Let’s go.” Dwight forced him back into the cell, pushing him to the ground.

“I want to see Y/N.” Daryl says before the door is closed shut again.

“Sorry, old man.”

The door shuts again, leaving Daryl alone again. His mind is still reeling from the conversation with Negan, making him more upset by the minute. The only thing that calms him down is remembering your voice telling him that you love him, and your beautiful face. You’re the only thing that gets him through the day and that gives him the strength to keep on.

We’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…”

Close (Negan) Smut One Shot

This was requested by the lovely @may85  
          “I am making an official request! Can I please have a smutty Negan one shot with a touch of fluff? Negan sees that one of his wives has been frustrated and cranky lately so he helps relax her?”
I’ve incorporated some of the lyrics from “Close” by Nick Jonas ft Tove Lo for added effect. Hope ya like it hun!

“Where the fuck is she?” Negan sighed. Hand scrubbing his face out of annoyance. He snapped, “Well no one speak all at fucking once now!”
His other wives looked at each other warily, unsure if Negan was actually upset or exaggerating for effect. 

Upon noticing no one was gonna speak up, Sherrie decided to take initiative. He was gonna find Cassidy one way or another anyway. 

“She’s out by the gardens,” Sherrie explained, “says being out there helps her calm down.“ 

Quirking an eyebrow, Negan looked behind him to Dwight, "Dwight my man, why don’t you go the fuck down to the gardens and bring my dear wife up to my room. Seems she and I need to have a heart to fuckin heart”

“You got it, Boss.” Dwight answered, leaving the room.

There was a soft knock on Negans door, yelling for them to come in, Negan remained perched on the edge of the black leather sofa, in waiting. Boots kicked off, leather jacket hung up on a coat rack, he was relaxed and ready for this.

The door opened to revealed Dwight, followed by slightly frowning Cassidy.
“Thanks, Dwighty-boy. Now get the fuck out.” Negan commanded, not noticing Dwight nod his head and leave, shutting the door. His eyes were glued to Cassidy, who had chosen to sit down on the opposite sofa.

He let his eyes roamed over her beautiful face, big brown eyes staring back at him in waiting, luscious lips puckered in annoyance. His eyes moved down to the body-conscious black dress that drew delicious attention to her ample chest. The dress was like a second skin, clinging to the curves of her hips and thick thighs like a motherfucking wet dream come true.

Been a fucking while since he had those long legs wrapped around him and he wanted to know why. 

“Dearest sweet Cassidy, do we have a fucking problem? Cause if you know if you’re un-fucking-happy here with me, you know for a fucking fact you can leave.” Not giving her a chance to respond, Negan continued sighing, “That being said, it doesn’t mean I’d want you to leave.”

Studying his face, Cassidy looked for any sign of deceit. She knew she was kidding herself, Negan never lied. He was very a straightforward man. It’s one of the things that drew her to him. She was honestly tired of letting all this frustration bubble up inside her, affecting her relationship with the very man in front of her. With a lil mental encouragement, she decided to just lay it all out.

“I know, I know you know you’re scared
Your heart, your mind, your soul, your body”

“I…I’ve been fighting a losing battle with my pride and it’s been frustrating the shit outta me. Which in turn has made me come off kinda bratty.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She hated how vulnerable she felt right now in front of him. “The thing is that my feelings for you have been getting too intense. I didn’t want to fall completely, knowing I’d still have to share your bed with five other women. It wasn’t intentional on my part to become so distant with you…when in fact, it’s the exact opposite I crave so desperately.” She finished with a whisper. 

At the feel of a hand gently tilting her chin up, Cassidy’s eyes snapped wide open. Hazel eyes stared so fiercely into dark brown ones, she felt shivers run down her spine.

“Baby girl, you have no idea how close I want you. Aside from this little stunt, out of all the damn wives, you’re the one that gives me the least fucking grief. And god damn the body on you.” biting his lip, Negan knelt down in front her. Large, rough hands rubbing up and down her thighs comfortingly. “Let me show you, Cass."  

"They won’t, they won’t, they won’t be careful
But I guess that you don’t know me”

Seeing her nod in consent, Negan continued his light massage of her thighs, smirking at how she squeezed her thighs together. Not having any of that, he wrenched them apart, the skirt of her dress riding up as he leaned in locking his lips with hers.

The kiss was passionate, possessive even. How Cassidy lasted as long as she did, being away from Negan for as long as she was, she had no fucking clue. The man lit her skin aflame. It was a burn so delicious, it left her lust-riddled mind lightheaded.

Pulling away from her, Negan chuckled, relishing in how turned on she looked. He was sure as fuck that he had that very same look on his face.  Standing up he offered her his hand, leading her to his appropriately titled king sized bed. 

“Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe
Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space”

He pushed himself up against her back, making her brace herself with her hands gripping the silky crimson sheets. Hands rubbing and groping every inch he could grab, moaning at the feel of her curves molding perfectly against his tall, lean frame.

Trailing his hands up her thighs, pulling her dress up and over her head. Leaving her in nothing but a lacy forest green bra and panty set that made Negan groan loudly. She was fucking gorgeous.

“Cause space was just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too…”

Nipping playfully at her shoulders, he pushed down each strap of her bra down, exposing her heavy round breasts. When cupping them from behind wasn’t enough for him, he turned her around. 

Negan leaned down taking a pert nipple in his mouth. Lavishing it with his tongue, then blowing cool air on it. While moving on to the other peak, he gave it the same attention.

Cassidy moaned, toes curling at the sensation Negan was giving her. She felt her bra loosen completely as he unsnapped the clasp of her bra, letting it fall off her completely. The feel of his tongue licking along the curve of each breast was almost too much like she could cum just at him do that.


His hands traveled down her waist, fingers dancing along the hemmed lace of her panties and down. Feeling the dampened fabric, Negan groaned.

“You already fucking wet for me Cassy-Baby?” He asked, cupping her through her panties, rubbing his palm against her. “God damn is Daddy happy as shit!”

Biting her lip with a whimper, Cassidy ground herself against his palm. The friction of the panties and his palm against her clit, had her eyes threatening to roll back into her skull. Oh, she could feel herself getting so close that she was practically there.

“Oh, so close”

“Cum all over my hand, sweetness.” Negan purred into her ear, the heat of his breath against her neck. The intoxicating mixture of the two became her undoing. 

Crying out, she grabbed his hand pushing it even closer to her. Grinding shamelessly as she rode out that orgasm with abandon, soaking both her panties and his hand.

“I want you close”

Quaking legs forced Cassidy to take a seat on the bed. Nuzzling her face against Negans stomach, wanting him even closer.

Taking the hand that was wet with her juices, Negan took his time sucking off each finger. Moaning at the taste of his gorgeous wife. Using his other hand, he ran his fingers through her long brown locks, the feel of her adding to the hardness already straining in his jeans.

“Oh, I want you close”

“Fuckin Christ Cassidy that was fuckin gorgeous. Squirting all over my fucking hand, soaking those delightfully as wet panties. Fucking beautiful.” Negan whispered, hand still running gently through in her hair. “Have a taste.” he said extended his other hand.

Cassidy grinned into his side still nuzzling him. Taking his hand, she greedily sucked off her orgasm on each digit. God, she felt like a cat in heat.

She wanted more.

No, she needed more of him.

“and close ain’t close enough, no”

Her hands latched onto his belt. Nimble fingers unbuckling it and shrugging the dark jeans down with ease. His thick cock springing up to meet her. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped from her lips. How could she forget Negan and his pension for going commando?

Toeing off her wet panties, Cassidy rubbed her pussy, wetting her hand just enough. Aware of Negans curious stare, she took that hand with a gentle but firm grip, pumping up and down on his cock.

“Oh man, oh man
I am not really known for ever being speechless”

“Oh, sweet baby fucking Jesus. You keep that fantastic shit up babydoll.” Negan groaned, his hips bucking slightly. 

Leaning in, she wrapped her lips around his member bobbing up and down. Sucking here and there. The sounds escaping Negans mouth were making her even wetter. She wanted him wrapped around and deep within her.

Negan groaned pulling back, pushing her farther back on the bed. Shedding the rest of his clothing, he trailed hot wet kisses as he crawled on top of her. His skin pressed hard against hers as he rocked his hips against hers, his member rubbing teasingly along her folds. 

“But now, but now somehow
My words roll off my tongue right onto your lips”

“Oh sweet Cassidy, the shit you do to me.” He growled into her neck when she bit down on his. Her hands trailing up and down his toned back. 

Giggling as she smacked to his backside, eliciting a surprised yell from Negan. He looked down at her smiling face, his face softened. “You are so fucking lucky you’re the only one I’d allow that shit from.I never want any of that space shit between us again. Promise me, Cassidy?" 

Mesmerized by the intensity in his hazel eyes, Cassidy could feel her heart thump hard against her chest. She nodded her head, trying to get choked up. ” I promise, Negan. Never again.“

Locking lips in a kiss full of tender promises and fiery intimacy, Negan reached between them, lining himself up with her opening. Thrusting forward, completely engulfing himself in her.  

"I’m keeping cool while you keep smiling
Saying all the things I’m thinking”

“Oh, I fucking missed you Cassy-darling!” Negan groaned loudly, body flushed against hers, leaving no space between them as he rocked his hips back and forth. His pace slowly picking up. 

He lightly gripped her neck, touching his forehead to her. Moaning into each other’s lips with unintelligible words of affection.  

As Negan continued to pump into her, Cassidy could feel that familiar hot heat building up in her lower abdomen again. The way he was stroking her, filling her completely, damn was she wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh man, oh man
I am like you so I want proof I’m what you’re feeling”

Hearing her whimper, Negan upped his speed. Pushing himself as deep as he could into her intoxicatingly tight opening. “You close, babe? Oh, I cannot wait for that pretty little pussy to squeeze the fuck outta my dick. Come on baby.”

Thrusting his hips faster into her, her eyes started fluttering. And like a bomb, she blew. A strangled scream of Negans name poured repeatedly from her lips. Her nails digging deeply into his back as he continued to pump hard into her, sending her entirely off the edge.

“Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe
Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space”

“Ooooh Negan. Keep going baby, wanna feel you cum deep inside me.” Cassidy purred in his ear, as his hips moved at a frantic pace. 

“Cause space was just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too…”
“Shit Cass, gonna cum so hard into this pussy! Gonna fucking love it!” Negan grunted, hips smacking into hers. 


The moment she licked the shell of his ear, he was fucking gone.

“Ahh fuckin shit CASSIDY!” He yelled, sheathing himself entirely inside her,  semen thickly coating her walls. 

Panting heavily, he remained on top, worshiping her.

“Oh, so close”

Still fully submerged inside her, Negan continued planting kisses all over her, making her giggle with delight. A beaming smile lighting up her already glowing face. It was a sight that never ceased to leave him even more breathless than he already was.

“I want you close”

Coming down from the high, leaving both of them feeling fully satisfied and heavily exhausted. Negan pulled out of Cassidy, getting back on his feet and walked in the bathroom. Coming back out with a washcloth, he helped clean her and himself up.

Laying back down, he pulled her tightly against him. Like the word ‘space’ didn’t exist between the two of them anymore as they relished in the closeness. 

“Oh, I want you close, and close ain’t close enough, no”

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 23.)


Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18. - Part 19. - Part 20. - Part 21. - Part 22.

Character(s): Negan, Simon, and Dwight
Negan and Simon try to track down where you could have gone, while Dwight makes a difficult decision.
Word Count: 2,248
Warning: None.
Author’s Note: I contemplated on making Dwight the bad guy, or the good guy, and immediately went with the latter. I wanted to have Negan and Simon reunite with the Reader, so the wives could get what’s coming to them hehe. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Big things are coming ;-)

Negan was pacing in his office, holding Lucille tightly in his grasp. Since you ‘left,’ Negan hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep. It had only been a day, but there looming thoughts of you leaving, and surviving past these walls kept him up at night. He wondered if you were still alive, but he hoped that whatever happened to you, he would get the answers for.

He was due for a meeting with the Saviors in the courtyard. There was no way that you could have left, so he decided to send out a search party within the walls. Negan wanted to make sure that whoever was responsible will cower with fear, knowing that he was going to find out one way or another.

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Pairings: Negan X Reader

Summary: You’re always in your workshop and Negan does something to make it a little more comfortable and gives you something that means a whole lot to you.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: 1600+

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

You were one of the mechanics at the sanctuary. You were in charge of the wiring department. If one of the cars needed to be rewired or one was loose. You fixed it. 

Old phones, computers, and radios were brought to you to be taken apart and for you to find and keep any useful pieces.

You fixed walkie talkies and made the range longer on them. Rewired police scanners so they would work with all the walkie talkies.

For the most part, you lived in your workstation. It wasn’t because you loved being there, no. It was because if Negan needed something fixed, you would be right there to fix it. 

You had a small room next to Dwight’s in the lower end of the sanctuary, but you also had a bed in your workshop and it’s where you mostly slept. Dwight would question you sleeping where you worked, but you would shrug it off and ignore his concern.

You pressed your face further into your pillow when you heard the squeak of the door. You knew it was Dwight giving you a heads up that Negan was coming in.
You rolled off the bed and hit the concrete floor. 

You stared up at the ceiling. “Are you alright?” Dwight asked, stepping further in. You held your hand up, signaling that you were indeed fine. 

“What does he want now?” You asked. Dwight stared at you for a long moment. “He want’s you to rewire this clock that was found. It runs on batteries and when we put fresh one’s in it still didn’t work.”

“Did he ever think that maybe it just doesn’t work?” You pulled an all-nighter last night, trying it get Simon’s truck fixed for the run this morning.

You stared at Dwight with tired bloodshot eyes. He shrugged. “I don’t know….” He trailed off. “Just be ready. He’s on his way.” With that, he left you alone on the floor.

You were standing against your table that was covered in many different tools, extra wires, and trinkets that Negan wouldn’t even know what to do with.
“Good fucking morning!” You looked up from your breakfast bar and nodded your head at Negan. “Morning, Sir.” Negan’s face shifted from one of happy to one of annoyance. 

“I told you not to call me that.” You looked away from him. “Sorry. Force of habit.” He shook his head before putting the large wall clock on your table. “Can you fix it?”

You pulled it towards you and pulled the back off it. Your granola bar hanging from between your teeth. 

You hummed as you pulled the food from your teeth. “I can try but I can’t promise anything.” Negan began looking around your workshop as you began looking at the wires.

“Do you sleep here?” Negan asked, glancing at the unmade cot that was tucked away in the corner, the pillow and blanket throw about. “Sometimes. It’s easier than walking half across the sanctuary in the middle of the night to fix something.”

Negan turned around and looked at you hunched over your work. “Do you like sleeping here?” You shrugged. “It’s not the best place in the world but it certainly isn’t the worst.”

“Do you actually sleep while you’re in here?” You glanced over your shoulder at your boss. “Why the sudden interest in my sleeping?” Negan shrugged. “I just noticed that you did look well this morning, lack of sleep I assumed.”

You looked back at your work, pulling at the wires. “So was I right?” His voice rang out. “About you not sleeping well?”

“Sleep is something I was never good at.” You smiled to yourself. “Before the end of the world and now. I feel it’s a certain skill you must attain to be able to sleep in this type of world.”

That was the extent of the conversion. Nothing more, nothing less. A few wires were shot in the clock, nothing that you couldn’t fix and once the new wires were in, you sent him on his way. 

You came back from a run. Something you rarely did. While you were a good running Negan didn’t like risking you for runs. You were by far the best mechanic the sanctuary had. 

You stretched your arms above your head as you made your way to your room. “Hold it right fucking there!” Negan voice came from behind you. Slowly you turned around, thinking you had done something wrong.

“Yes, Sir?” Negan sighed, staring at you with a raised brow. “Oh, right. Yes, Negan?” He smiled. “I got something I want to fucking show you. Come on!” He held out his arm.

You looked at him for a long moment, before your eyes flickered to Simon who just shrugged. Slowly you walked beside him, his arm came around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. 

Negan lead you to your workshop, and you cursed him in your head. Of course, he wanted you to fix something!

When Negan opened the door to the dark room, you half excepted him to tell you about the thing that he needed to be fixed. Only when he turned the lights on, you stood frozen. 

“Well, do you fucking like it or what?” Half of the shop was turned into a small room for you. Your bed from your old room was pushed against the wall, your bookshelf and mini fridge, your chairs, and dresser with your clothes rack all nearly placed within the small space. There was even a large cabinet next to the fridge.

“I even got a curtain installed so you could have some fucking privacy in here!” Negan sounded so proud of himself. You walked further into the room and that’s when you saw it, photos of your family taped to the wall.

“How…How did you get these?” Negan was behind you now. “Dwight told me where you use to live…I went over there to see it was all…I saw photos of your family on the living room floor, the photo frames were smashed…” He trailed off, not knowing whether or not he should continue.

When you turned around and looked up at him, he continued. “It was a while ago that I went there and found the photos. I was waiting for the right time to give them back to you.” 

What happened next surprised Negan. You hugged him. Your arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, and you buried your face into his chest. Negan stumbled a little, your sudden hug took him off guard.

Negan wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even tighter against him. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” You whispered. Negan’s gloved hand cupped the back of your head as he rested his chin on top of it. 

You weren’t one to show any type of emotion. Good or bad. Negan would see something play behind your eyes, but as quick as it came, was as quick as it left. This was a big step for him, watching you show affection towards him.

In the beginning, he wanted you to be his wife. He could give you everything you needed. At first, you agreed. You were a great running, but you were just tired of fighting and the thought of having a break from all that gave you just a small amount of joy. 

Negan noticed right away that you weren’t like his other wives. You fought with him about having to wear a dress. It was the end of the world, why would you wear a dress? So because of your argument with him, he didn’t make you.

You weren’t unaffectionate towards him, but you weren’t overly either. He’d kiss you and you’d kiss back, but he could tell the great strength you went through to even kiss him like you did. 

Sex was out of the question. It wasn’t like you found him unattractive, you actually found him very attractive. You just couldn’t allow yourself to open up to him in that way.

You didn’t want to get attached him and something happens where you would lose him, or he’d not hold that same love for you. You weren’t an idiot you knew he didn’t love any of his wives. They were there because they were hot and he could easily get off without much in his way.

When you came to him and told him you wanted a “divorce” he wasn’t shocked. So without a big deal, he let you go. That’s when he found out you were great with wires and just great with the interworking of things.

“You fucking deserve it.” Negan stated, watching you pull away and look back at the photos. You stretched your arm out, your fingers running over the photo. “I don’t know how to thank you for all this…” You mumbled.

“Give me another hug and we’ll call it fucking even.” You turned around and looked up into his eyes before moving forward and wrapping your arms around him. Negan hugged back, squeezing you tightly. 

You didn’t know the last time you had a hug like this. The last time you had any type of human touch.

You rested your head against his chest and let yourself enjoy the feeling of his arms around you. 

Negan wasn’t going to pull away from you until you wanted to. He had all sorts of touch, you on the other had always coiled away from any. Like you were afraid you’d get burnt if they touched you.

You both pulled away when there was knocking on the door. You were quick to separate from him and push your hands into the pockets of your bloody jeans. “Negan, Simon is looking for you.” Negan nodded at Dwight. 

“Thank you again, Negan.” With a nod, he left you alone in your new room.

Mine- Negan (JDM) (Smut)


I’m so obsessed with your Negan imagines! They’re so good 😍 can you do a smut where you guys get into an argument or where you’re both frustrated and just take it out on each other ? Loooove the writing you girls do


You have the best Negan imagines I’ve read so far on this site! There seriously should be a lot more. Can you do a jealous Negan imagine? Daddy!kink as well, it’s a guilty pleasure ;)

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, outdoor sex, fingering, jealous negan? xD

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You walked through the forest after getting out of the car you used to get near camp with a smile. You had your machete in your hand and spun it happily. You liked your blade and where quite skilled with it.

“Hey?” A voice said behind you and as you turned you saw him

His hair was greasy and falling in different directions. You looked at the side of his face that was badly burnt, still red and gross from not healing correctly. His ear had even fused to his head.

“Hi Dwight.” You mutter turning to kill a walker.

“Mind if I join you?” He smiled and stepped forward.

You narrow your eyes a little, “Yeah sure…”

You killed walkers with Dwight in silence. You didn’t even look at him. He was so creepy and his face grossed you out.

“What’s fucking going on here?” A deeper and more demanding voice said making a smile creep up on your face.

“I was just clearing away walkers.” You walked over and kissed his cheek. “Dwight wanted to help…”

He looked down at you for a second and motioned to the direction of camp with Lucille. “Go back to camp.” You started to walk but his hand held your arm tightly, “No. Not you.” His voice gave you shivers.

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bonnie-wee-swordsman replied to your post: Poldark S2E7

No Lies detected. I have an unwritten crossover fic in which Jamie shows up and gives Ross some SERIOUS how to be a good spouse lessons

An in-universe crossover is actually possible… Jamie is only 39 years older than Ross… If, in the last book (is the bee book supposed to be the last one?  I hadn’t heard.  The title would imply that they’re going to die in it… or someone is…), they were to go back to Scotland by way of Cornwall… (which doesn’t necessarily make sense, but is as reasonable a thing to do in fiction as anything else) they could potentially run into Ross and Demelza before he’s done too much terrible stuff to her.

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 21.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Expect the Unexpected

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18. - Part 19. - Part 20.

Character(s): Reader and the Wives (cameo with Dwight, Simon, and Negan)
The Wives put their plan into action.
Word Count: 2,811
Warning: Violence! 
Author’s Note: So, I know I just posted a new part yesterday, but my schedule says I’m due to upload a new chapter today, and I couldn’t help it because I wanted to get to the drama already. Shit has gone down. Again, big thanks to RoxtheRoxie on AO3 for this wonderful idea! Enjoy! 

“We’ll do it tomorrow.”

Sherry and the rest of the wives were becoming anxious. Neither of the women could sleep throughout the night when they were that much closer to getting rid of you. Sherry had thought that the rest of the wives would back out, but when they were more excited to do it, it surprised her. It had her anxiously waiting for tomorrow to come.

Once the sun rose, Sherry and the wives were already awake. They were dressed in their usual little black dresses and heels with make-up perfectly done and their hair impeccably styled.

“You don’t think it’s a bit early for that?” Frankie giggled, pointing to the drink in Sherry’s hand.

“I suggest we all take a shot before do this. Once we have her, I don’t want anyone backing out.”

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Adorable as hell.

Hi! I want to request a negan x child reader one shot where negan is like a dad to her and she’s just a little adorable sunshine!😍 

I hope you like it! 💕

You were running through the halls of the Sanctuary, bumping people as you followed a cat that had gotten inside somehow.

The people you pushed out of the way were annoyed by the way you bumped them like they were furniture, but what bothered them the most was that you would never get scolded because you were Negan’s favourite.

He had found you at the beginning of the outbreak and saved you from a group of bad people that had no good intentions, then he took you in and grew fond of you, but who wouldn’t? You were just a sweetheart, a little spoiled, but adorable as hell.

The cat ran out of sight, he was sprinting through the pairs of legs and you had to bid your feet to go faster so you could find him again. But the cat got away and you couldn’t get any closer to him because someone grabbed your waist with an arm.

You grunted and wiggled your legs in the air as he lifted you up.

“No running in the halls, sweetheart”, Negan laughed and held you in the air with only one arm.

“Kitty”, was the only thing you could say, for he was pressing his arm on your stomach and you were sort of sad for seeing the small cat getting away.

“Come again?”, he finally put you on the ground but you didn’t ran out chasing the cat anymore, he had gotten away.

“There was a cat…”, you said and a mournful look appeared on your face. “I just wanted to play with him.”

“A cat?”, Negan arched an eyebrow and then the laughter returned to his lips.

You nodded, looking down and with a pout on your face.

“What did it look like?”, he asked, humouring you.

“It was a he”, you corrected, which made him laugh again.

“I am not gonna fucking ask you how you know that, sweetheart”, he told you. “You really like cats, huh?”

You nodded again, looking at him in the eyes. He was tall, almost two feet taller than you, which meant that to look at his face you always had to crane your neck.

Dwight appeared from behind Negan.
“We’re ready”, he told him, referring to the people that Negan would be taking that day to handle one of the communities that worked for him.

Negan didn’t turn to look at the guy, he kept his eyes on you, yet he nodded at his words.

“Don’t get in trouble while I’m gone, sweetheart”, he said and took a step closer to you, ruffling your hair and quickly grazing your cheek with the back of his forefinger.

“When are you coming back?”, you asked with a sweet voice, the one he loved to hear when he got back home after a long day of work and the one he longed to hear while he was away.

Your question was not uncommon, you asked him that every time he left the compound, even when he promised that he wasn’t gonna go too far.

“Tomorrow morning”, he answered.

“What?!”, your voice became louder and not as tender as it had been just a second ago. “B-But why?”

“I gotta handle this shit, we’ve talked about it”, Negan told you sternly and you nodded, yet you had a hard time accepting the fact that he wasn’t gonna be there to tuck you in at night as he usually did.

“What if you don’t come back?”, the brittleness in your words almost made his heart melt.

“I will, sweetheart”, he said confidently. You trusted him and you knew he was gonna come back, but you wanted to hear it from his own voice.

“Do you promise?”, you raised your eyebrows and held your hands together at the level of your chest in a hopeful gesture.

“I promise, princess”, Negan nodded and turned his head to Dwight, hoping he wasn’t witnessing that moment.

“Pinky promise?”, you lifted your little finger at him, he looked down at it and sighed.

“Pinky fucking promise”, he said through gritted teeth and chained his finger with yours.

You smiled widely and found some kind of relief in his promise. He grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you to him, he placed a kiss on your forehead and then he turned around and walked away.

“See ya, little one”, Dwight smiled at you and you did the same, waving goodbye at him as he followed Negan.

You spent the rest of the day just doing what you usually did, reading some books and drawing on the sketchbook that you had kept with you since you left your house all those months ago.

When the sky turned black and there was only the moonlight to light your room, you felt a little nostalgic. It would be the first night since you had arrived to the Sanctuary that Negan wouldn’t be visiting you and talking about his day, telling you about how he killed and threatened people, which used to scare you at first, but it eventually became the most normal thing to you.

You threw yourself on the bed, pulling the covers over you and curling up as you held on to the pillows, searching for a bit of warmth to make up for Negan’s absence.

You fell asleep with a tear falling on your pillow.

The next morning you woke up, you suddenly remembered that Negan had promised that he would be back in the morning, so you rolled on the bed and kicked the blankets off, you got on your feet and quickly headed towards the door, but before you could open it, you heard a voice in your room.

“In a bit of a rush, aren’t we, sweetheart?”, you heard Negan’s voice, you turned your neck to find him sitting on a chair with both arms on the armrest.

“You’re back!”, you squeaked and ran to him, jumping to his lap and hugging him.

“And I got something for you, princess”, he said and looked around the room. “Ah, there it is.”

Negan lifted you sligthly and you put your feet on the floor, he stood up from the chair and walked towards your night table, he picked up what you thought was a small ball of fur and then he went back to you.

“I know how much you like cats”, he said and handed you the little ball that meowed once his wide blue eyes met yours.

You grabbed him from Negan’s hands and pressed his face against yours, he was so soft and fluffy that you wanted to keep him there forever.

“He’s gorgeous!”, you exclaimed with the biggest smile on your lips. “Can I keep him?”

He sighed and shook his head, knowing he was already giving you a lot of privileges over the others, but he couldn’t say no when two pairs of wide eyes were looking at him and batting their eyelashes.

“You’re gonna clean its shit”, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “And I don’t want him fucking running all around the place.”

You ran to him and hugged his waist with one arm, for you were still holding the small cat with one hand.

“Thank you, Negan”, you murmured against his chest, with the cat between you two.

“Anytime, sweetheart”, he placed his hand on the top of your head and stroked your hair.

I think I liked you better without a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 4 - David’s deal

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(An extra chapter today because Negan’s not in it, so I wanted to get it out of the way. But chapter 5 coming soon…)


Blake gave a scowl as Dwight pulled her down the stone steps leading down to the basement floor of the large building, a little quicker that she’d wanted.

“Watch it,” she sniped at the blonde man, as she stumbled slightly on the last step.

But that only earned her a shove in the direction of a long corridor, with doors lining the right-hand side.

Blake was still angry. Had Negan been telling her the truth? Had David really been the one to bring her here? Or was this all just a game on the leader of the Saviours’ part? Set the dominoes up and watch them fall….

Behind her, Dwight gave her another sharp shove.

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