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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]

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.

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…”

I Can’t Wait To Hear You Scream PT. 37

Summary: Sherry is missing.

Note: Me trying to get something out on time is, like, unicorn rare. I’m so sorry I’m traaaaash. I wanted this chapter to be way longer and more eventful, but I wanted to go ahead and post what I had done for you guys. I promise the next wait won’t be as long as this one. I’ve been rather busy the past few weeks, but I’m finally getting time to be more active. Also, if you wanna be tagged, let me know, I lost my tags yet again when my other phone broke 🙃


“Trust is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.

~ Maria V. Snyder


You followed behind Negan as quickly as you could, trying to keep up with his pace. You were too afraid to speak up about anything, and didn’t know if mentioning how the other wives acted suspiciously towards you would only make him turn on you. But you knew too well that for every moment he actually scared you, he was also making you 5 times more attracted to his angered demeanor.

“If I find out that Dwight fuckin’ helped her-” He spat, you could hear the hostility oozing out of him with every word he spoke. He didn’t even seem to be speaking directly to you anymore, it was like an open warning to himself of what he would do to Dwight if he found him guilty. Once you made it down to the apartments, Simon and a few of the other men had quietly gathered outside of a door that you could only assume was Dwight’s room. These were different apartments than the floor that Eugene and David stayed on. Negan gave a sigh that sounded more like a growl than anything else.

“Well, are you waiting for, a fuckin’ initation? Give D a fuckin’ wakeup call.” Negan ordered, pointing Lucille towards the door. You made sure to keep your distance from the situation as you watched Simon and the other men circle around the door, and before you could blink they had simultaneously rammed themselves against it, busting the lock open as it swung open. They rushed into the room and you could hear the sounds of the struggle inside. Negan walked up to the doorway, Lucille perched on his shoulder - her usual spot. Her rightful spot as Negan would say.
Your curiosity got the better of you, and you walked up behind him to see all the men holding down Dwight on the small mattress that he was laying on, it was now stained with blood that was flowing from Dwight’s nose as they gave him his ‘punishment’. You looked on in shock, not so much for the fact that it was violent, but for the fact that this was one of Negan’s main men that was getting beaten within an inch of his life right in front of you. It only reassured earlier thoughts that no one was safe if Negan thought they betrayed his trust, but as violent as it was, you understood that it has to be done. Negan couldn’t risk letting anybody walk over him, not even for the slightest thing. A loud, sharp whistle from him got the attention of his men, making them stop dead in their tracks once Negan thought that they had given Dwight enough. They pulled him up into his knees as he slumped over submissively at Negan’s feet one of his eyes was already swollen and the blood from his nose was now dropping down onto the floor, pooling at his knees.

“It’s come to my attention that I am short a fuckin’ wife, D. Can you guess which fuckin’ one?” Negan said in a firm tone as he looked back down to him.

Dwight raised his head up slowly, meeting Negan’s gaze, his face was blank as he shook his head timidly in response.

Negan cleared his throat and gave him a smirk, “Sherry. I guess you also don’t have any fuckin’ idea where she went either?”

Dwight wiped some of the blood from his nose, “I haven’t seen her. I didn’t know she was gone.”

Negan nodded, “I wanna fuckin’ believe you, D. You’re one of my best goddamn men, and it’d be a damn shame if it turned out that you aren’t fuckin’ loyal.”

“I am..” Dwight answered.

Negan blinked as he stared back down at him and gave a smug smile, “We’ll fuckin’ see, won’t we?” He looked back up to the other men, “Simon, take him down to the cells, and give him a real fuckin’ cozy one. Let him relive his earlier fuckin’ days here.”

Dwight dropped his head again as Negan said this, he knew what it meant. Negan was unsure if he could really trust him at this point and locking him up was the best way to see just how loyal he was. You were surprised, he could have smashed Dwight’s skull in if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He was getting off easy, and he knew it, too. Simon pulled him off the ground quickly with no fuss and they walked past you, and Negan. Negan stopped one of the men you only knew as ‘Dave’.

“Davey, search the fuckin’ room for me. Let me know if you see anything suspicious.” He said, putting emphasis on the word suspicious.

“Yes, sir.” He said in a dull tone as he turned back towards the room, his eyes landing on you for a few seconds too long as he did. You didn’t know what it was about that man, but you got a sick feeling in your stomach anytime you saw him, and always did your best to keep your distance.

Negan let out a frustrated sigh as he leaned back against the door. You took a small step forward and leaned against the other side of it. You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something to try to calm him, but you were stumped and didn’t know what you could tell him. All you could manage to croak out was, “What now?”

He blinked at you, running a hand through his hair, “I’m gonna go see what the fuck the other wives know.”

You gave him a nod, “Probably best if I stay around here then. You know my presence isn’t a welcome one.”

“Keep a fuckin’ eye on things then, darlin’.” He said as he began to walk past you, brushing his hand over your chest as he went. You gave him a smile before he turned the corner and disappeared out of sight. You let out a tired sigh and laid your head back against the wall for a few moments, if it wasn’t one thing it was another around here. Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash inside of the room, you peered around the corner of the door to see Dave wrecking Dwight’s room, and breaking things he had no reason to break, and that became obvious when he picked up a lamp on a nearby table and smashed it into the stone floor of the room.

It rubbed you the wrong way and you narrowed your eyes as you watched him, “I don’t think all of that shit is necessary.” You called out to him over the loud noises.

He stopped momentarily as if he wondered who was talking and turned back to you. His eyes lingered over you again before he finally spoke, “And who are you to tell me how to do my fucking job?”

“Nobody of course. But this is a little uncalled for, Dave.” You spat back at him, crossing your arms.

Just to emphasis how much he didn’t care, he pushed a stack of books off of a shelf before walking forward to you. Charming.

“You’ve got a mouth on you.” He growled as he stood in the doorway.

“I do when I see you and the others doing stupid shit. Maybe Negan doesn’t see how much of an asshole you actually are, but I do.”

He smiled and took a step forward, doing his best to intimidate you, “It’s a damn shame he doesn’t believe in beating you bitches.. If I was in charge, you’d have a black eye right now.”

All of your nerves seemed like they were set on fire at once as soon as the words left his lips, your hands twitched, curling into fists without your control, and every fiber in your being was screaming for you to shoot this fucker, but you didn’t wanna become known as the girl that shot anybody she didn’t remotely like - even though you were justified majority of the time. You held your tongue and kept a straight face as you looked back at him.

He smirked and gave you a nod, “Nice talkin’ to ya.” He said in mocking tone before he walked away. Your eyes followed him until he was out of sight, when he was long gone, you let out a long shaky breathe. You were so angry that your head felt like it was going to explode, this situation wasn’t over, but there was a time and place for it. And with that being done, you left the scene, heading to David’s room.

*Negan’s P.O.V*

He had made his way back upstairs to his own floor, he had given his anger time to simmer down - although he was still prone to having an explosive outburst at any moment. He was going to get to the bottom of what was going on one way or another. Once he got to the door of the wives room, he tapped on the door rapidly with Lucille barbed end before pushing it open. The wives all looked around lazily until they saw who it was, once they saw that it was him, they all perked up happily as they watched him stepping through the door.

“Ladies.” He acknowledged them with a smirk as he looked around to them one by one. They all have him nods, and some of them, putting on the best shit eating grins they could muster. He gave a coy smile when he saw the redhead holding Judith in her arms. He laid Lucille down on a table and walked towards her, reaching his arms out, taking Judith in his arms, “And how is this angel doing?” He asked, cradling her in his arm as the toddler beamed up happily at him.

The wife smiled, “She’s fine. She’s kinda difficult at times, but we’re managing.”

Negan shifted his eyes to her, then back to Judith, “Good. Keep her happy, shouldn’t be too fuckin’ hard, Frankie.”

The redhead have him another nod as Negan passed Judith back over to her. He cleared his throat and walked back to the middle of the room, making sure he had their undivided attention, “It shouldn’t be a fuckin’ secret to you girls that I’m here for more than one fuckin’ reason.” He said, his tone getting serious again.

The wives all seemed to drop their smiles at once as he spoke once they realized he was here for business, not pleasure. He looked around to them, but none of them looked inherently nervous.

“Anyone wanna take a fuckin’ guess?” He smiled, that usual look of danger flickering in his eyes, “Remember that the reward for telling the goddamn truth is simple: you get to keep your position in this little fuckin’ lap of luxury, and I won’t send your sweet asses downstairs to work like a fuckin’ dog for your place here.”

They all went silent, you could have literally heard a pin drop in the room. It seemed that even Judith could pick up on the rising tension as her cooing and babbling of no distinct words had stopped.

Frankie shook her head, “What’s wrong, Negan?”

He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, “Any of you seen Sherry lately?”

Those were the only words it took for a look of fear to spread over each of their faces.

“No.. Is she- is she okay?” Frankie asked, giving him a weak smile.

He shrugged, “I wouldn’t fuckin’ know, sweetheart. It appears she fuckin’ hightailed it out of here recently.” He licked his lips and pointed to her, “Would you, or any of you happen to fuckin’ know how that is?”

She shook her head quickly, “No, of course not.”

“Really? Because I’m thinking that somebody fuckin’ helped her. I’m also fuckin’ thinking that, maybe she’s the one that let Daryl out of his goddamn cage, too.” Negan’s jaw flared, his anger growing quickly.

Frankie mouth parted as she stumbled on her words, not knowing what to say this time, “I’m sorry, Negan.. We-”

She was cut off quickly by one of the other wives. A darkhaired woman named Tanya.

“We know who.. But we were afraid to tell you.” She cut in quickly before Frankie could say anything else.

Negan shifted his eyes to her, glaring, “Who the fuck did it then, darlin’?”

“We know she’s your favorite, so we were afraid.” She paused for a moment studying Negan’s face, “It was (Y/N), she helped Sherry..”

“Bullshit.” His eyes narrowed.

“It’s true, Negan.” Frankie spoke again. Her eyes were wide as they darted back and forth in their sockets, “She threatened us.. She told us that she’d kill all of us if we said anything, and of course we believed her.. Because of Amber.”

Negan took in a breath, not knowing who or what to fucking believe at this point, “Amber brought that shit on herself, sweetheart. Why the fuck would she help Sherry?”

“She wants to get rid of all of us, Negan. She hates us. You know that.” Tanya cut in again, crossing her arms over her chest.

Negan’s blood was boiling in his veins. He ran a hand over his face, his skin was heated and his body went tense. It wasn’t some shit he wanted to believe, and for the most part he didn’t, but what if they weren’t lying? What if you really had helped Sherry just to get her away from him? He turned without a word as he walked to the door, snatching Lucille off the table. He turned his head back to the women all standing in the room, waiting for his response.

“Appreciate the fuckin’ help, ladies.” He said, sourness was in his tone. After that, he turned and left the room without another word. It was the calm before the storm.

*Y/N’s P.O.V.*

It had been a while since you had seen or heard anything from Negan, but you knew he was probably doing whatever he could to get any information on where Sherry was. You walked the grounds of the sanctuary with David by your side.

“What exactly is going on around here today? Things seems more hectic than usual.” He asked as looked around.

“One of the wives disappeared.” You said, slowly turning your head to meet his gaze, not wanting to see that look of judgement in his eyes, but this time there was none.

He shrugged, “Guess that’s good for you, huh?”

You bit your lip, holding back the smirk your face was desperately trying to form and you managed to shake your head, “Not necessarily. It just means Negan is gonna be in a bad fucking mood.”

“Remind me to stay extra far away from him then.” He said and chuckled lightly.

“Everyone should probably steer clear of him if she isn’t found. Just stay with me and do what you’re told, and it’ll be fine.” You glanced back over to him, giving him a serious look.

“Hope you’re right.”

You shrugged, “Why would I lie?”

“I’m not saying that you are, I’m just saying. He’s pretty volatile in general.” David said bluntly.

You nodded back. You couldn’t fault him for that, Negan was indeed very volatile and you knew that very well. You and David were headed to the cafeteria to check on Katherine and Ben since you had assigned them the job of helping Brian, and that also meant that they were out of your hair most if the time, and you didn’t have to keep up with them much, other than the occasional check in to make sure they were actually working. You opened the door to the building when you heard your name being called. You already knew it was Simon by the tone of voice, you turned to see him jogging towards you, a serious look on his face. You glanced to David who gave you a raised eyebrow, not knowing what was going on anymore than you did.

“What it is?” You asked, tapping your foot in the ground.

“Negan wants to see you in his room.” He said, catching his breath. He must have run all the way down to you from the floor you and Negan stayed on.

“Simon, I need to check on my workers.”

“No. He said now, (Y/N).” Simon gave you a stern look, letting you know that he wasn’t joking around.

You breathed in and let the door close, “What’s it about?” You asked suspiciously.

“Ask him. Just get the fuck up there before you get me in shit.” He snapped as he passed by you, heading into the building.

You threw a hand up, “Fine. I’m going.” You growled, turning back to, David, “Looks like I’ve got to go again.. Do you mind?” You said gesturing to the inside of the building.

He shook his head, “No worries, I’ll keep them in line. Sounds like you better go see what your.. Husband wants.”

You smiled, laying your hand on his shoulder thankfully before you turned back around, heading off in a separate direction.

“Hey” He called out, making you turn back to him.

“Yeah, David?”

“For what it’s worth, I think I’d be more upset if you were the one that was gone.. Y'know, if I was him. Seems like you’re more valuable than half the people here.” He said, lifting one of his shoulders.

“Wishful thinking.” You smirked and dropped your head to the group before looking back up at him, “thank you.” You said softly before turning again to leave. You were taken back by his comment, David had never given you what was basically a compliment before.

It was quiet upstairs when you got there, as you walked down the hall, there was no noise of any kind and you had to admit it was eerie, and part of you was already nervous what this urgency with Negan was about. What could possibly be so important that you of all people needed to leave your job to come upstairs? Part of you thought maybe it was just for sex, but you knew Negan would have fucked you anywhere at anytime, and he wouldn’t have sent some else down to get you.
You took a breathe as you stood outside of the door, turning the knob to enter the room. You kept your gaze to the floor before you looked back up, he was sitting on the couch that sat in the middle in the room, Lucille laying in his lap. He didn’t say a word to you as his eyes met yours, he seemed calm, but you knew too well that what seemed, and what was the truth were two completely different things when it involved Negan.
You tried to break the tension that you felt by walking over to the makeshift bar, pouring yourself a drink.
You turned back around. He cleared his throat roughly morning you towards him, his eyes narrowed. You took a generous sip, wanting to calm your nerves as quickly as possible, you hated it when Negan was able to see that he was making you squirm. You got up the courage to walk over to him, sitting next to him on the couch.

“What was so important that you needed me up here for?” You said and instantly regretted it once you realized how bitchy you sounded.

He shifted his eyes back to you, squinting, “You mean you don’t fuckin’ know, darlin’? He sucked me his teeth angrily.

You gave gave him a puzzled look as you thought about it for a moment, you were genuinely stumped, and didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about.

You shrugged, taking another large sip of the liquor, "No, I don’t.”

He shifted in the seat and ran a hand across his mouth, his eyes trailed over you.
Without warning he snapped on you.
He slapped the glass out of your hand as it smashed into the ground, glass shards flying everywhere.
He lunged at you, his hands wrapped around your throat while he pinned you to the cushion of the couch. You gasped for air as he startled you, but you weren’t completely scared of him, part of you had become desensitized to violence - even when it was happening to you. The other part of you was already extremely turned on, and you knew how wrong it was, but as usual, you didn’t give a shit.
He pressed down on your neck harder as you looked up into his eyes, you could see the rage flickering them.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You chocked out as your hands wrapped around his, trying to relieve the pressure he had on your neck as you tried to pry his grip open, but it was no use he over powered you so easily that it was ridiculous. He finally brought his other hand up to rest above your head, and you were starting to get worried now, because in his grip was Lucille. Your eyes shifted towards her then back to him. Was this It? Was this finally how you were gonna meet your end, at the hands of the man that you loved? He leaned his head down closer to yours, gritting his teeth.

“(Y/N), baby, I don’t wanna fuckin’ hurt you. I don’t fuckin’ enjoy this shit, but if I find out you’ve fuckin’ betrayed me, that i cant trust you.. That’s just not gonna fuckin’ fly with me, darlin’.” He growled, he kicked your knees apart as they were drawn up against your chest, he nuzzled himself between them to get a better grip on you, trapping you beneath him, but you were still turned on by him - even more so now. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard, you tasted the metallic taste in your mouth as your teeth cut through the skin. You didn’t feel any pain only the intense ache you have for this man as it increased ten fold

You closed your eyes hard as you loked back up a him, squinting, even more confused now, “What the hell are you talking about?” You snapped, starting to get mad that he was insinuating you were fucking him over.

“Word is, you’re the fuckin’ one that let Sherry out, babydoll.” He said, his forhead creasing.

“Who the fuck said that?” You coughed, trying to press up against his grip.

He didn’t say anything, he just raised an eyebrow, waiting for your next answer.

“Why would I do that, Negan? I’d gain nothing from it.”

“But you would have liked Sherry out of the fuckin’ way.” He said calmly.

“Of course.” You said bluntly, “I’d love to see all of them gone, but I didn’t fucking help her.”

He smiled and tightened his grip on Lucille, his other hand working it’s way up to your face, grabbing it roughly, pulling it up closer as he made you look him in the eyes, “Don’t give me a fuckin’ reason to not fuckin’ trust you, darlin’. You saw where Dwight went. I’d hate to have to lock your pretty ass up, too.”

“Negan, you know how I feel about you.” You said, your expression remained calm, “I wouldn’t do whatever you think I’ve done.

He sniffed and shifted his eyes away from you, not wanting to look at you, "We’ll fuckin’ see. You and Dwight are gonna fuckin’ find her. Understand?”

“She’s not gonna come with me even if I did find her, she hates me.”

“Then you better find a fuckin’ way to bring her back, darlin’. As of right now, I’m fuckin’ looking at you and Dwight extra goddamn carefully.” He said, a dangerous expression dancing in his eyes as he spoke, “Fix it.” He growled, kissing you roughly on the lips before he lifted himself off of you, pulling you up onto your feet with him. You looked at him, your jaw was flaring in anger, you didn’t even know what to say to him. You were both locked in what seemed like a never-ending competition.

“Let’s pay Dwight a fuckin’ visit.” He said slowly, turning to head for the door. You followed him quietly, your anger hadn’t budged and all you could do was think about was the shit he had just pulled, not the physicality of it, because that part you had enjoyed and it didn’t shame you to admit that, but if this is what he thought of you, then you wished you really had done away with Sherry. At least then he’d have an actual reason to lose his cool. You wondered who had told him that you were the one that helped her leave, but it didn’t take long for you to piece together that it had to be the wives. You remembered how suspicious they acted yesterday when you questioned them about Sherry, at some point they must have decided to turn it all on you to make it seem like you were involved with it, but you were positive they probably made no mention of how suspicious they acted when you asked them where she was yesterday - before the rest of you knew she was missing.

You looked over to him, realizing how he came to his conclusion, “Whatever they told you is a lie.” You said matter-of-factly, letting him know that you knew.

“I hope for your fuckin’ sake it is, darlin’.” He looked back over to you the disappointed look on his face overshadowing the anger.

He knocked hard on the cell door with Lucille, you could hear the sudden, startled movements from Dwight on the other side of the door, “Good fuckin’ mornin’, sunshine.. is it still as goddamn cost in there as you remember, D?” He paused, chuckling to himself as a leaned against the door, “Bet you didn’t fuckin’ expect to end back up in this position, huh? You spent a long goddamn time on the wrong side of this door, Dwight. But I wanna talk about now.”

You shifted your weight on your fet as you watched Negan talking to Dwight through the door.

“See, I had my men looking for your little failed fuckin’ project Daryl, and I’m sure you can fuckin’ guess we came up empty handed. But to my goddamn surprise, D, it seems that Sherry ended up disappearing right around the same time. Would you fuckin’ know anything about that? Because thats a pretty big fuckin’ coincidence - her taking off right after Daryl.. Oh, and he didn’t fuckin’ force his way outta there.. Nah, somebody opened the door for him.”

“It wasn’t Sherry.” Dwight finally called back in a muffled tone through the door.

There was silence as Negan stood there in thought, he lifted his head up, taking in a deep breathe as he craned his head towards you, his piercing gaze meeting yours eyes. He finally cleared his throat, “Was it you, Dwighty boy, did you open the fuckin’ door.. I mean, this shit was supposed to be the other way around, you were supposed to break him. Did he break you? Hell, you have some legitimate grievances. Are you changing your stripes on me.. Are you starting to fuckin’ see things differently?” He banged on the door with Lucille again, “Shit, after everything that’s gone down, who are you, Dwight?”

There was a few seconds of silence before Dwight’s voice sounded again, “I’m Negan.”

You could see the manipulative smile on Negan’s face as he stuck a key into the lock in the door, opening it up. You moved over, getting a better look at Dwight. You could we his face was swollen from the beating he had received earlier, blood had dried on his forehead from a cut. He covered his eyes, trying to adjust to the harshness of the lights in the corridor. He slowly pulled himself up onto his feet, to stand in front of Negan. He looked over to see you standing to the side, a look of defeat on your face.

“You’re not the only fuckin’ one in trouble, D.” Negan said in a deep tone, looking back to you, “I’ve got the fuckin’ wives blaming her for Sherry, and on the other hand I have you, Dwight, and it’s pretty goddman obvious why I’d think it’s you, right?”

Dwight nodded, “..Yeah”

Negan eyed Dwight, carefully studying his face, looking for any hint of guilt or deception.

“You think you know where Sherry went?”

“I have an idea.” Dwight answered.

“Good. You- the both of you.” Negan said pointing to you, “Are gonna go out and find her. You work this shit out, and get her back here.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Just keep in mind that (Y/N) Is still a wife, and you’re fuckin’ obligated to keep her safe. If she suddenly goes fuckin’ missing.. again.. I’ll have no goddamn use for you anymore, D. Do you understand?” Negan spoke, his tone getting more serious.

“I understand, Negan.”

Negan gave him a nod, “Good. Gather up whatever you need and head out.”

He left soon after, leaving you and Dwight with a task you didn’t even know if you could complete.



Close (Negan 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. 

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Gif source:  Here

Imagine being Daryl’s badass girlfriend and when Dwight tries to take his bike that you practically own, you punch him.

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They’d jumped Daryl— caught him off-guard when they thought you’d left— but they hadn’t known you’d think twice about it and be back so soon. You punched Dwight right in the face as soon as he reached for the bike, giving Daryl enough time thanks to their surprise that he could point his crossbow at Sherry.

“This is your one and only chance to leave, or I’ll kill you,” you growl, throwing Dwight’s head into the dirt at your feet while Daryl gets Sherry to lower her gun, backing towards the bike and you as you drew your own weapon at them. Your helpful attitude towards the couple had turned vicious as soon as they raised a hand to your man.

Daryl nods for Dwight to go to Sherry while you straddle the bike that was practically yours, “Now, you two’d best tear hell out of here before she changes her mind.” 


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.


Request: I would love if you could write something sibling related! I’m a twin (I have a brother) and I think Negan would be a fun but way Overprotective Big brother. Maybe a day at The Sanctuary with Negan and his twin sister who likes Dwight. - @cherieann-2001

Pairings: Negan x Reader, Negan x Twin Sister!Reader, Dwight x Reader

Warnings: language.

Waltzing outside the doors of the Sanctuary, you were greeted by the brisk, warm air. Smiling to yourself, you hummed a quiet tune as you walked around, admiring your home. Sure it wasn’t the most beautiful place, but it was home to you, your brother, and a numerous handful of others. While entranced with your walk, you slammed into something and huffed a breath.

Your brother stood in front of you, with his usual shit-eating grin. Lucille was slung loosely over his shoulder as he whistled quietly. He slung his free arm over your shoulder and started to walk with you on your original path. You rolled your eyes as he walked with you.

“How is my favorite twin sister today?” Negan asked you, grinning at the Saviors that kneeled as the two of you walked by them. You shoved his arm off of your shoulder and punched him in the upper arm.

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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.

Goodbye’s In The Morning // Chris Evans x Reader

words: 2000+

characters: Chris and You

warnings: fluff

summary: Goodbyes are sometimes just too bittersweet. (shitty summary ik, I’m sorry, I’m tryin’ to be ‘elusive’)

Chris looked at the hotel room and saw you; the most beautiful thing he’d ever be able to see on this earth.

You were radiant in the rays of sunlight that were often rare for January mornings in Boston. Nevertheless, he thanked the gods for those beams of sunlight as they glistened across your morning dew, your puffy lips from a long, well-deserved sleep with your man finally wrapped in your arms once more.

With a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and covered only by boxer which left him chilly; he felt an overwhelming sense of joy pour into his heart as he watched you, in all your morning glory.

The thing was that; you were nothing special, in your eyes and many- possibly millions of others. You were not an actress or a singer. You didn’t excel tremendously in school or have the body that plastered the magazines and the internet, deeming them as the ‘sexy bod’s you can get in a week’ or the ‘body that she never thought she could get’. 

Well, guess what? You had rolls of fat on your stomach and you always had a hankering for chocolate. You were far from any magazine’s standard of a ‘goddess’. That didn’t mean Chris deemed you less of a goddess, far from it. 

You were his goddess. He cherished the ground you walked on, he loved the way you mismatched your bra’s and panties because you believed ‘matching bras and panties is for pornstars and people who try too hard.’

He was in love with your integrity, humor, passions, dreams, and so much more he’d lose his mind if he listed them all now.

He was just a sick puppy-man in love, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you love something, Chris always used to believe you could love only to a certain degree.

There’s only so much a person can give to another, right? Love was one of the most intimate things a human has, and giving that away was like taking your soul and handing it out as a flyer. Chris never wanted his heart handed out over the streets of Boston or any city he visited. He wanted it safe in his own hands, or at least in the hands of someone who he’d know would never do wrong by him. So many times, he gave his heart away. Only to find it in crumpled up forms at his doorstep a year, at most, later.

That was until he met you. Every moment Chris spent with you, he saw more and more of what true love is. It was so imperfect and upsetting, Chris loved every moment he had it, though.

You weren’t perfect, you were stubborn, moody when tired, lazy, and yet all of that could be washed away in a second. As soon as he saw you smile.

True love…

That’s holding someone’s hair back as they continued to vomit into the toilet after bad seafood.

Cleaning up the dishes while they watched a program you hated to hear blasting on the television.

Listening to you along to songs while being out of tune, and never changing the station even if it was Taylor Swift, again.

It was making sure that the car was warmed before someone got in.

That the had been coffee brewed before you’d wake up your significant other.

Watching them show their faults and quirks and never blinking an eye to any of them.

Love was unconditional and that was the best part… you didn’t have to try hard when it came to true love because it was True. Fucking. Love.

The universe made two people for each other, and they fit perfectly together. With faults, weird habits and all.

“Whatcha smirkin’ at over there, Chrispy Creme?” Shrugging, Chris got up and walked over to you laying in white fluffy sheets with a tea being nursed in your cold hands.

He felt a smile rise again to his lips when a giggle came from you watching the hotel’s television where they played a marathon of The Office. Here you were, sitting up with you legs crossed and your hair messily braided into two parts. Your sparkling, morning eyes couldn’t tear away from the television as you saw Dwight bag Meredith’s head with a bat inside it.

There was a marathon of The Office on TBS. Very much to your delight, he may add. You were a fangirl at heart. For The Office, Marvel, Disney; not to Chris’s own extent, but still considered a fangirl.

It was no secret that movies and tv were the escape you used as a child, teenager, and even now in adult life. Your childhood was not one to look back and smile about and school… well, t paid for therapist’s underground pool, let’s say that. Chris hurt to think that all those years you suffered, feeling alone and unaccepted in your tiny world in a small town that was a junkyard, to begin with. You never spoke of the people of your past anymore, never since you told Chris everything about your upbringing, clearly stating you never wanted to speak of it again. Which was understandable, but still. Chris’s heart still tightened up when he thought of you at eleven years old, sitting alone on the grass as the other kids played around with their friends and you broke grass in half, one by one, counting every tear off each strand of greenery you tore apart until the bell rang to go back inside. He wished he was there, him being his eleven-year-old self, offering you to play basketball or go on the swing sets together.

The thought of you all alone tore his heart in two. It left tears in his eyes as he faced his own reality that was slowly seeping back into his brain, sending an emotional bomb off in his chest.

He had to leave you in two hours, alone. In two hours you were going to be that eleven-year-old, stuck all alone on the playground. You were eleven with two braids split straight down the middle, in overalls and a ripped pink t-shirt, getting teased with no one to defend your honor for why you came to school with dirty on your knees and elbows. Hair greasy and shoes with holes in the soles.

“Chris… are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen something awful?” Setting the mug on the nightstand, you got to your knees and wobbly made your way across the bed and over to the man that towered over you. Ironically you seemed to be the tall one now, as tears brimmed his eyes and his hands became fidgety hanging low in front of him.

“N-no. I-I just… my flight.”

“O-oh.” Now it was your turn to become the small one, again. You felt his fingers try to hold your own but for some reason, you let them slip through as you turned around and got back into bed. Denying the fact that he was going to be gone again for two weeks. Having the time of his life while you filed paperwork for patients for the third floor of the Boston’s Child Hospital.

“Common, please… it already hurts enough that I’m leaving-”

“Well, how do you think I’m feeling then!” I burst out at him like a firecracker, lifting my head off the cold pillow that smelled like his shampoo, making me even more upset.

Chris crossed over to the bed and sunk his knees to the floor leaving on the bed with his elbows as he brushed back your bangs that covered your wide-eyed fear of seeing him take off on an airplane once again, leaving you here with nothing to come home too.

“I can’t have you hating me when I leave, Sweet Pea? I won’t. I won’t leave here, goddammit!” His tone came out more comedic than angry which made you smile a tad, letting a bit of light into Chris’s heart again just at the tug of your lips that he saw.

Your face was barely shown to him as you buried it into his pillow. Only one beautiful doe eye peeked out at Chris. Just a corner of your lips was visible, letting him see the small smile. Coming forward to rested his head on the same pillow, your noses were close enough to touch s he smiles at your pinched cheeks from the emotions running through you.

You mumbled into the pillow, pulling your face out so Chris could stroke your burning cheek gently with his fingers.

“You really wouldn’t leave if I was hating you?”  He shook his head, smiling a toothy grin,

“Not if they paid me in the billions, Peanut.” Smiling, I let my demeanor down and twisted my body to face Chris’s, I gave a weak smile that gave Chris’s eyes almost a sparkle at the sight of my small gesture of acceptance.

“What about trillions?”

“Nope, mm-hm.”


“Not gonna happen sweets. You’re worth all the gold a leprechaun could ever give me.” 

Okay, I giggled at that one. Chris saw the whites of my teeth start poking out and gave me a wide grin. Tackling me on the bed I yelped in surprise.

“There she is! There’s my girl!” I giggled as Chris kissed my peaked my face all over, finding any spot he could to cover his lips in until he settled on my own warm lips. My lips tasted like tea but overpowered by the hint of sugar, but most of all warmth. The warmth from the hot drink and now warmth from his body pressing into mine. I parted my lips and head his face back, smiling up at those blue eyes I knew I was a goner for the second I saw them reach mine.

“Let’s get you ready for two weeks of being Captain America again, baby.” Chris smiled down at me, cupping my right cheek with his large hand. “It’s a press tour, babe. I’m not gonna be in my suit or anythin’.”

“I know, but the world is gonna be seeing their Cap after a long time. They’ve missed seeing their hero for so long. I know I do, even when you leave for just two weeks.”

He looked taken aback but held back the emotion that was ablaze in his eyes, “I’m your hero.”

“Of course you are! You’re not just my hero, you’re my best friend and the love of my life… even if you weren’t Cap, you’d still be my hero, Baby.” Sniffling, he leaned down and kissed my nose softly, yet lingering for a longer time before finally, pulling himself away which looked like a struggle throughout his whole body.

“God. Can I pack you into my suitcase? Please? I mean you could fit if we leave all my clothes here…”

I gave my hero a grin and shrugged, “Why not?”

(I mean, I had to leave this! It’s Jim for goodness sake!)

A/N: Please leave feedback if you can! It means more than you think and it helps me for future stories on what you guys like and want to read more of! Love you all, thank you so much reading <3 - R .x

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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

Originally posted by dawn-quijote

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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Negan’s Match Part 115

I watched as Jax ate his breakfast.  A little bowl of cereal that Negan made sure we always had.  Since Jax was born, Negan always made special runs to get things for Jax. He always made sure that he never went without.  I watched as Jax spooned every little bite into his mouth.  His little legs kicked underneath him. He was the picture of pure innocence. A carefree mind that the outside world had not tarnished.  To him, the outside world was just another playground.  He couldn’t wait to see it.  Even though, Negan and I had tried to fully explain to him that the outside world was a dangerous place, his sense of wonderment and adventure saw past the warnings.  He was so much like his father.  Hard headed and determined.  When he got something in his mind, there was no escaping it.  

Negan walked up behind me and laid his hand on the back of my neck.  He leaned in to my ear and took a deep breath.  Even when I was angry at him, the man was intoxicating.  No man I have ever met set me on fire like he did.  I wanted to strangle him and watch the life leave his eyes all while being so deeply in love with him that sometimes it was all I could possibly bear.  He lifted his leg over the bench I was sitting on and sat next to me.  He had his head turned watching Jax eat his breakfast. “All ready to go buddy?  Are you excited to go out with Dad today?” Jax squealed with delight still finishing his cereal. “Tell your beautiful mommy that we are going to be very careful and that you promise not to leave Daddy’s side at all times.” Negan slid his hand down to the small of my back and up under my shirt. He lightly touched the sensitive skin on my back with his rough calloused fingers which caused goosebumps all over my body. Feeling my reaction to his touch made him smile. He looked at me and I heard him take a deep breath.  He moved his face close to mine but I never turned my face to him.  He leaned in and put his lips to my ear. “I am going to finish what my fingers started later.” I nudged him in the stomach which made him wince and then laugh. I stood up and he grabbed on to my jeans. I looked down at him and jerked out of his grip.  

Originally posted by the-winchester-s-guardian

I bent down and looked directly in to his eyes. “Don’t forget, anything happens to him I am going to shove Lucille so far up your dick hole that you will taste the wire wrapped around her.” I smiled showing my teeth and stood straight up. I barely stood over him even when I was standing and he was sitting.  I started to back away and he grabbed my arm. “I love it when you talk dirty to me like that.” 

I rolled my eyes at him and turned to look at Jax who was watching people clean up around him.  I walked over to him and helped him clean up his area.  I lifted him up and stood him on the bench so he was eye to eye with me. Negan stood up and the table shifted some which made Jax wobble a bit in place. He giggled and I looked at him with a very serious face. “Now you listen to me Jackson, you better stay with your daddy at all times.  Do not leave his side for any reason.  I know you are excited but the outside world is a very dangerous place.  If you see anything that is to scary just grab on to your daddy and close your eyes.  Do you promise me that you won’t run off from him?”

His bright little eyes looked at me through his long eyelashes.  I imagine Negan looked very similar when he was this little. He pouted his lips some and nodded. “Yes mommy, I promise to be good and stay with daddy the whole time.”

“Okay, as long as you promise and your daddy tells me you are good, I am going to get you something while I am out on my run today.” I pulled him in and hugged him hard.  I loved the feeling of his little body in my arms.  I loved the sound of his sweet, shallow breath. The giggle he made when I squeezed his ribs to tight.  I released him and zipped his jacket up.  I helped him down from the bench and looked up to see Negan walking over to us.  Jax ran up to him and hugged his leg.  “You ready to go buddy, I think the guys are waiting for us.  It’s time for your big adventure.” He rubbed the top of Jackson’s head. “Just let me kiss your beautiful mother goodbye. A man never leaves without kissing his woman goodbye.”

He moved towards me and wrapped his arm around my waist.  He pulled me up against him and looked in my eyes.  “Everything will be okay my love. We won’t be gone long.  And of course, you will do well to do the same.  I don’t want you guys gone to long.  You know how I worry when I am not there to protect you.” I took a breath and nodded.  He pulled me in and pressed his lips against mine.  He held me there and almost took my breath away. We were interrupted by Dwight clearing his throat behind us. Negan broke the seal of our lips and took an irritated breath.

“What the fuck do you want now?” He didn’t turn to face him, he kept his eyes on me.  Dwight didn’t say a word. I winked up at Negan and pulled away from his grasp of me.  I smiled at Dwight. “Everything packed up and ready? We are going a little farther today, I want to go past that lake we saw last week and see what we can find.  We may need more ammo than normal” 

Dwight nodded. “Everything is ready to go.  I packed up extra water just in case.  I know how you like things to run.  I have only been on runs for you for about 6 years now.  Don’t you think I know how you like it?” I heard Negan growl behind me.  I ignored him and kept my attention on Dwight.  “Okay, we will be leaving in about ten minutes.  Make sure everything is ready.”

Dwight looked down at the ground and scratched his head for a minute. “Well, there is something I wanted to run by you. I don’t really know how you will feel about it.” 

I stood there waiting. “Just spit it out Dwight.”

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

“Well, do you think it would be okay if Sherry came along today? She has been hounding me lately to come on a run and I told her I would ask.”

I shook my head, “Dwight, we are going somewhere today that we have never been.  I don’t think it is a good idea for this to be her first time out.  She has been here for a long time. Tell her I said that we will take her on a run soon but today is not the day.”

He looked down and shook his head slowly. “Please,” He begged. “Please let her go, I promise she won’t get in the way.  I will watch her. Please, do this one thing for me.”

“Fine Dwight. She can go.”

Negan cleared his throat. “Uh, is anyone going to ask my permission?”

I rolled my eyes and turned to him. “Why would we need your permission for this? This, my husband, is my decision. That is why Dwight asked me.”

He chuckled. “Well, my wife, I think sometimes you forget that it is actually Negan that runs this place. Negan is the boss here, not you, you are my wife. Second in command, but Dwighty Boy here actually needs to ask my permission for this.” 

I shook my head, “No Negan, on my runs, I am in charge.  Not you.  If I say Sherry can go then Sherry can go.  That is the only permission needed.” I turned back to Dwight.  “Go and tell her to be ready, we are leaving in ten minutes. Give her a hand gun to carry.  She knows how to shoot right?” 

Dwight, not wanting to ruffle any more feathers just nodded and turned away. He walked off and I turned back to Negan who was watching Jax run around and play in the hall a couple of feet from us.  His jaw was clenched and I knew he was angry. I needed to get his mind off of it so he was focused when taking our son out today.  I walked up to him. He didn’t turn to face me, he continued to watch Jax run around. I grabbed his ass and squeezed it playfully.

“I am going to get some of that ass when I get back tonight, right!”

Negan’s jaw line softened and he cracked a smile.  He slapped my ass making me jump a bit. “Baby, when I get a hold of you tonight, the compound is going to hear you being fucked every which way from Sunday.”

Twin Flames (Negan x Samantha x Sabrina) Chapter 2: Country Girl

Word Count: 2,412
Genre: Smut
Fandoms: Negan, The Walking Dead, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Pairings: Negan x Samantha x Sabrina
Rating: Explicit
AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9527135/chapters/22224047
Warnings: Language. Zombies. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Object insertion.

Summary: With Sabrina off somewhere with Dwight, Negan and Samantha head out to the countryside for a romantic picnic and sexual rendezvous.


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Request: FriendshipFic - Reader had a bad day the day before and has been acting different while working and the only one to notice is Dwight. She normally leaves a little note each day on his computer screen but today there is none. To cheer her up he leaves notes in random places on her desk throughout the day and knowing Dwight the notes are weird making her day, end of the day she leaves a note on his windshield thanking him. :D

A/N: I’ve had this prompt saved since I saw it around the end of last year but only just got a chance to write it. (I also went online and found some good Dwight quotes for all but one of the notes because why not go to the source when trying to figure out what he would say?)

You walked to your desk and looked down at the scattered papers, immediately reminded of the sale that had fallen through on you the day before. The sale that was supposed to significantly boost your earnings for the company at a time where more earnings were desperately needed. You shook your head as you sat in your chair and quickly cleared the papers. Everyone on the sales team had sales that fell through, you couldn’t let everyone see how this was affecting you when everyone else was so able to quickly get back up on the horse and go on with their work, unaffected.

You looked down at the stack of post-its sitting next to your computer and, instead of going on with your morning routine and writing out a quick note for your coworker, Dwight, you shook your head and picked up the phone, checking to see if you had any messages. There was a twinge of guilt in your stomach at your unwillingness to keep up the daily tradition. It had started years back, after Jim had pulled a particularly elaborate prank on Dwight– not knowing he had been having a horrid day already– and hurt his spirits a bit. But, the way you saw it, how were you supposed to do something to brighten Dwight’s day if you weren’t even in the right mindset to brighten your own? Better no note than a less-than-cheery one, right?

Dwight walked in a few minutes later and took his spot at the desk across from you. His shoulders slumped a bit when he noticed a new post-it wasn’t anywhere to be found on his desk. He looked over at you, noticing your slumped posture and the frown spread on your face (instead of your usually bubbly smile) but quickly turned back to his computer, unsure of how to try to cheer you up, especially with all your colleagues bustling around the office.

Once you had heard all your messages, you decided to head to the break room to get a cup of coffee. Perhaps the caffeine would help get you out of this mood. When you got back to your desk, your brow furrowed when you found a post-it stuck to your keyboard. You sat down and lifted it up to read it.

“Why are all these people here? There are too many people on this Earth. We need a new plague,” was written in Dwight’s handwriting.

You couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh at the absurdity of the words, causing a smile to spread across Dwight’s face.

This happened periodically for the rest of the day. Every time you returned to your desk, there was a new note, each more absurd than the last. You stuck each in your day-planner, wanting to keep them with you forever.

““R” is one of the most menacing of sounds. That’s why they call it murder not ‘muckduck’.”

“I don’t have a lot of experience with vampires, but I have hunted werewolves. I shot one once, but by the time I got to it, it had turned back into my neighbor’s dog.”

“In an ideal world, I would have all 10 fingers on my left hand so my right hand could just be a fist for punching.”

“I saw Wedding Crashers accidentally. I bought a ticket for “Grizzly Man” and went into the wrong theater. After an hour, I figured I was in the wrong theater, but I kept waiting. Because that’s the thing about bear attacks… they come when you least expect it.”

“In the wild, there is no healthcare. Healthcare is “Oh, I broke my leg!” A lion comes and eats you, you’re dead. Well, I’m not dead. I’m the lion.”

“People say, ‘oh it’s dangerous to keep weapons in the home, or the workplace.’ Well I say, it’s better to be hurt by someone you know, accidentally, than by a stranger, on purpose.”

And your personal favorite: “It’s okay to lose your shit sometimes because if you keep your shit, you’ll end up full of shit and then you’ll explode and there will be shit everywhere. A shitstorm. And nobody wants that.”

You ended up leaving before Dwight, unable to thank him properly as he was on a call when you finally left. Instead, you quietly packed your things, making sure to grab a post-it off the stack. You went out to the parking lot and wrote out a quick note, sticking it on the windshield of Dwight’s car before you got into yours and drove off. Dwight came down a few minutes later, a part of him hoping you would have waited. He frowned slightly when he didn’t see your car left in the lot, but that quickly changed when his eye caught glimpse of the yellow square on his windshield. He walked over, his pace a tad faster than usual, and grabbed the note.

“Thank you for being there to make me laugh, even on the worst days. -Y/N”

His smile widened as he read the words, glad he could be of help to you. And the note quickly  found it’s way into the folder he carried around full of every note you had ever given him.