“Glenn and Maggie are classic. If you were to look at the circumstances, you could argue that having someone is a danger but I think that – what Glenn and Maggie have – they’re better. They’re greater when they’re together.” - Steven Yeun
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The next few weeks you spent at the sanctuary where actually considerably calm. Negan had let you straight back in your room after the incident, then Negan hadn’t bothered you as much. In fact, you hadn’t seen much of Negan since then. He frequently went out to hunt and visit Alexandria. You heard the occasional talk about Rick and the group but nothing interesting enough to be worried about. Only that Negan kept taking more supplies.
You were helping out sorting out food for people and rationing when someone tapped your shoulder. It was Simon. “What do you want?” You said annoyed. Whenever Simon spoke to you it was either to annoy you or tell you that Negan wanted to see you. Since Negan hadn’t asked for you in a few weeks you assumed it was the latter. “The boss wants you.” He said grinning. You rolled your eyes. You were slightly annoyed with Negan. He usually saw you every day but lately, he hadn’t been taking much notice of you and that made you feel slightly put out. You put down the cans of beans you were holding and turned around fully looking at Simon. As you looked up at him he smirked. “Well, follow me darlin’.” He said turning swiftly and walking outside.
You saw Negan standing with his group of men by a truck and sighed. Not only would you have to face Negan, but his men as well, who always stared at you and jeered at you when Negan was trying to show you who was in charge. “Here she is,” Simon said and he leant against the truck. He smirked at you as you stood in front of Negan and you scowled at him. “Well? What do you want?” You said folding your arms, unimpressed at how he could just order you to see him whenever he wanted.
Negan looked down at you and licked his bottom lip. “Afternoon doll’. You’re looking fine today.” He said scanning your body. You noticed him do this and swallowed. He wasn’t about to use his charms on you this time. “Thanks. I’d say the same about you except you’re an ass.” You said shrugging. Negan stepped closer towards you and raised his eyebrow. “I’m a what now?” He asked, still walking towards you. You looked at Simon who stood behind staring at you. Sometimes you wondered what his problem was because he always stared at you. He never didn’t look at you when you walked by him.
Negan’s men were just as bad. They always glanced at you or made some face at you. It was as if Negan had an inside joke with all his men that you knew nothing about. You looked back at Negan, who was now standing in front of you, inches away. As you looked up you glared at him. “You are an asshole.” You said once more, emphasising your dislike for him.
Negan was a bloody attractive man. There was no denying it. In every way, you could want him more than ever, but the one thing that turned you off was him being a high and mighty asshole. Sure, he presented himself as a leader. His hair slicked back and his beard with silver streaks made him seem more manly than ever. Not to mention his great taste in clothes and the way his eyes could tell you all he was thinking and feeling about you, just by looking at you. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it, how to make a woman melt and drop to her knees. He knew how to make people worship him. It made you feel immoral and guilt-ridden inside, but he was the only man you had ever met which made you weak just by looking at him. So far you were doing a pretty good job of hiding it. But every now and again you’d think of Rick and how much you cared about him and loved him. It would make you sad and you’d feel regretful that you ever considered anything with Negan.
Negan tilted his head and looked up to the sky chuckling. “Really? Is that what you really think of me? After everything I’ve done for you?” He asked. His eyes were now full of excitement and anticipation. You knew fighting him on this would land you on a bad page in his book, but honestly, you didn’t care about him or his opinions.
“Especially after everything you’ve done. You have taken away everything I used to hold dear to me, everything I had left in this world. Now I’ve just got me, this shithole and you, the asshole.” Negan laughed in your face. He then grabbed you by the arm and his face turned sour. Simon watched, slightly concerned and the men just stood there sneering. “Pretty little princess, don’t pretend you’re the ruler of my land. The way you’re talking anyone would think you’re in charge. I may be an asshole sweetheart, but I’m a damn good asshole if you ask me. I see what’s going on here. You’re pissed at me because I haven’t spoken to you in a good few weeks, huh?” He had a smirk plastered on his face. You glared at him and said, “Yeah. As a matter of fact, I am.”
“Well maybe next time, I’ll go a whole month. You obviously missed me.” He let go of your arm and you stepped backwards. You hated that he could get to you like this. In fact, he was right. You had missed him regrettably, but you would never admit it. You shook your head and walked away from him. You heard muttering from his men and wasn’t aware Negan was following you until he clutched your wrist turning you around. “Listen to me doll’. I’m going to say this once, and only once. And if you still can’t follow up from that afterwards? Then I’ll be punishing your sweet little ass.” He pulled you close to him and bent down a little to whisper in your ear.
“If you give me that kind of attitude again, I will personally punish you in the worst way possible.” You suddenly felt Lucille pressed against your back. You pulled back a little to look at him. “You wouldn’t dare.” You said. You knew he wanted you too much to kill you like that. Negan rose his eyebrow. He lifted his hand up to your bottom lip, brushing a finger against it. He then quickly snatched your chin so he forced you to look at him and said, “Oh I will. Believe me.” He edged closer to you, his face inches from you. He lifted his thumb and brushed it against your bottom lip again. “Do not tempt me.” He said staring you down.
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Summary:The reader is Abraham’s daughter who is secretly daiting Carl.
Alexandria is a wonderful places,filled different,interesting people.One of them caught your eye.
,,Dad,I’m gonna check up on Judith at Abraham’s house.“-Carl said getting up from the couch.
,,Okay,just be home before dark,we’re gathering in the church today.I have something very important to say.”
Carl walked down the street,studying the faces of new people.
You were babysitting Judith,that little ray of sunshine.
,,(Y/N)…”-you heard Carl’s voice,outside.
Carl Grimes was a fresh starter.New life,new friends,new boyfriend.
I opened the door,seeing my idiot boyfriend holding a bottle of vodka.
,,Quickly come in.If my father sees you,holding vodka he is gonna be pissed.
,,Judith’s a sleep.“-I said between kisses.
,,Well,then what are we waiting for?”-his eyes traced to my bedroom.
,,Wait.Do you have condoms?“
We were making out on my bed,pretty drunk.He took off my shirt and laid me down.
He began to kiss my neck.I tried to hold back moans,wrapping my legs around his waist and biting my lips.
He took off his pants and as always asked me if I wanted this.
,,Are you sure,you want this?“-he asked.
,,This isn’t our first time,Carl.If I didn’t I wouldn’t invite you here.”
He grabbed one of the condoms from the box.
,,What the fuck is going on in here!?“-I heard my father’s voice.
We looked up and Abraham was standing in front of the door,pissed.
,,Dad,it’s not what it looks,I swear!”
,,Are you touching my baby!“
He grabbed Carl.
,,What are you doing to my precious baby girl?!“
,,Dad,let him go,please!”
,,Both of you get dressed,Rick is having his speech early!“
As soon as he slammed the door,I went to check up on Carl,who was on the floor.
,,Are you okay?”
,,My stupid dad,having his speech earlier…“-he mumbled.
I got dressed and went to the church,my dad was sitting next to me with a same facial expression as earlier.
,,Thank you all for coming.”-Rick started his speech.
,,It’s not anything serious,I just wanna talk about the control over guns and food.“-he said.
,,Before you do that,control your son.”-Abraham shouted
,,I’ll tell you what,I caught him drooling on my baby girl,with an empty bottle of vodka on the floor.”
,,Way to go,Grimes!“-Daryl said
,,Is this true?”-Rick asked
By this time,I had my hands covering my face,who was facing the floor.
,,Yes.“-Carl said,like it was nothing
,,You were having sex with her?”
,,I was planing to,if you didn’t want to have your precious speech earlier.
,,Are you hearing this?“-Abraham said.
,,My man!”-Daryl laughed.
,,Well,Carl…I am proud of you…I mean very upset…“-Rick giggled.
,,Did you just say you were proud of him?Is everybody seeing this as a joke?!”
,,Abraham,please.We’ll deal with this later,now on the important stuff.“
After half an hour,Rick was done and everybody went to their home.
My dad slammed the door.
,,You’re not seeing him again and don’t you think about sleeping with him.”
,,Well,dad!It’s to late,I’ve been daiting him for months and we slept together and we used condoms,because we’re mature.When are you gonna realize that I have to grow up!I have to become an adult,but I’ll always be your little girl.“
Holy shit!Did I just said to my dad that I’m having sex?!
,,Well,I agree…I’m sorry for making a scene back in the church,but if he knocks you up or breaks your heart,I will break his balls.”
You laughed and so did he.
Later,you two visited Rick’s house.
Miconne and Carl were on the couch playing some card game.
Rick opened the door for you.
,,Go easy on him.“-Rick said to Abraham.
Carl got up.
,,You’re nothing but trouble,but I hope you two are happy together.“
I could see how Carl’s face became lighter.
,,Dad,that was very nice of you.”-I said smiling.
,,Now,whatever you do behind the closed door is your business,but what about that empy bottle of vodka?“-Rick said.
,,Let’s pretend,it’s not there,Rick.The kids went through so much,let it slide this time.”-Abraham said.
“When I run out of ideas for Negan, I’ll just kill him. Negan was supposed to die at the end of the ‘Something To Fear’ arc, he was originally supposed to be in the book for only four or five issues, it was supposed to end when Maggie took over The Hilltop: Rick was going to deliver Negan’s head in a box to Maggie to say, "I’m sorry.” - Robert Kirkman
I decided to do this imagine and it might be shit but oh well.
Imagine: Finding a clean river to bathe in and Daryl accidentally walking in and
seeing you naked.
If there was one thing you missed
more in this new, hellish world it would be indoor
plumbing. You were pretty shit tired of not being able to shower even if it
was with cold fucking water. You were also tired of constantly having to look for
some clean source of water just to bathe in. You were also tired of having to
shit in the fucking woods.
There were times where you and the group
would go for days without bathing.
Honestly, you no stank worse then Abraham after days of not bathing and being
in the unbearable heat. It was one of those rare days where your sad, little
group managed to find a good spot to rest in. You weren’t sure where Rick was
taking you all but you knew it was better to ask Rick. He was in a delicate
It was luck when Tara and Rosita
came back saying that there was a small river not too far from camp and it
elicited some positive emotion from the group. After walking for days without
any bathing, it was a godsend. You dutifully let everyone else take their very
well earned bathing and kept an eye on Judith for Rick as it was his turn.
You cooed playfully at the growing
baby, she giggled and grabbed your face before squishing your cheeks. She was a
cute, bubbly thing that didn’t deserve to be in such a cruel world but it was
what kept Rick and Carl going. It kept you going too since you used to be
neighbors with Rick before shit happened.
You were only twenty on at the time
and your parents had vanished as soon as the dead starting eating the living.
It hurt to think that your parents didn’t care to warn you or come to your aid
but you were glad that Lori and Shane offered you a ride out. You’ve been glued
to their side and then Rick’s side after Shane’s passing and Lori’s death after
giving birth to Judith. You were close to Rick and Carl. You used to baby sit
him while his parents were out on weekly dates.
Taking care of Judith was second nature
Rick came back—most of the group
seeming to be in high spirits after their deserved bathing. It was amusing to
see how a simple wash can lift the nastiest moods. “Thanks, Y/N,” Rick smiled
at you as you offered his child back to him, “I think everyone already washed
up, go on ahead.” Rick nodded his head in the direction he just came from as he
kissed Judith’s forehead. The pink baby girl squealed in delight.
You smiled, “I’ll be back in a few.”
You said before he walked away to join the rest of the chattering group. You
went over to your pack and grabbed some clean clothes—you only had two outfits
and switched them out whenever the chance to wash came up. You began to make
way towards the river—you’ve seen your friends’ come from this direction so
hopefully you didn’t get lost.
“Hurry back, Y/N!” Glenn called out,
“We won’t start eating without you!”
You looked back at the group
preparing the little food that was left and smiled, “I won’t take long like you
and Maggie do.” You sassed causing the large group to start laughing. Maggie
blushed while Glenn just rolled his eyes.
Thankfully, it was just a five
minute walk to this cute river. It looked more like a stream but the water
looked clear and very inviting. You were giddy and grinning from ear to ear.
You looked around the area—a habit of yours. Just to make sure there weren’t
any creeps around or any walkers. You began to strip down but made sure to keep
your knife on you as you waded into the cool water. You sighed with pleasure as
the cool water caressed your sweaty, dirty body and pulled your dirty clothes
with. You used a large rock in the water to wash your clothes and get all the
blood and grime off.
Your knife was resting protectively
at the bottom of the small stream where your foot was over the blade and
holding it in place. Once your clothes were washed and you were content with
their somewhat cleanliness, you placed your blade on the rock underneath your
clothes before dunking underneath the cool water to relieve the heat and sweat
from your head and hair.
You almost groaned under the water. It
felt so amazing finally having a wash after so long. You surfaced and washed
the dirt out of your hair before deciding you had washed long enough. It was a
short pleasure but you were lucky enough to even have it. You were getting out
of the water with your knife and damp clothes in hand when you heard a rustle
and then a sudden curse.
Your eyes had snapped up to meet his
wide, shocked ones. He just stood there wide eyed and gaping. You stood there
naked and unsure what to do. The handsome redneck quickly adverted his eyes
while stuttering out an apology.
It wasn’t the first time a man had
seen you naked but this was Daryl.
You chuckled getting your clothes—no
point in screeching or screaming bloody murder. This man was someone you
trusted with your entire soul. You were sure he had seen his fair share of
naked women. “Didn’t they tell you I was down here?”
Daryl kept his eyes on the ground
with a scowl, “No, those fucking bastards.”
You laughed and decided you couldn’t
be mad. The group always assumed Daryl and you had some sort of fling but it
wasn’t true. Daryl was Daryl and he never seemed interested in women or anybody to be exact. You, well, you
would admit he was rather handsome in that rugged way but you loved Daryl like
an older sibling. He had been the one to teach you how to track and hunt.
But no, there was no fling between
you and Daryl Dixon.
“Well, I’m decent.” You announced as
you gathered your newly washed clothes and sheathed your knife. Daryl was
grumbling and began to make his way back to camp, ready to unleash his
embarrassed fury onto the group. You didn’t bother to keep up and just giggled
as you followed after him.
As you reached camp, you could hear
laughing and Dixon
saying, “You guys are such pricks!”
You laughed as you entered the camp
and you saw Daryl scowl at you, “You! You tell them that there’s nothing
between us or I’ll never live this down!” He says pointing at you with flushing
You cooed at him and he swats your
hand with a scowl before you sat down next to a giggling Tara,
“Guys, Daryl is like eighty years old.”
That caused the group to start laughing
again. Daryl flipped you off but took a begrudging seat next to Carol, who didn’t stop smiling at him. That day had ended on a positive note and it was rare when those
moments happened. You smiled as you ate your small can of sliced fruit.
Negan had found you just after taking over the group at the sanctuary. There were a lot of rules in place, and everyone worked for their food and other supplies. It was a good system and he kicked out anyone that broke the rules, which made people pay attention to him. He was friendly enough, but you could see something in his eyes that you knew was dangerous, like he could snap any minute. He took you under his wing and gave you the room next to his. Most people had someone with them, but you had nobody left.
Negan was attracted to you and flirted all the time, but you tried not to let him get too close incase you lost him as well. One evening you were having dinner together and talking about your old lives.
“How come you ended up alone?” Negan asked.
“I was the other side of the country and couldn’t do anything, they’re probably all gone by now. I was studying to be a vet,” you explained, “did you have anyone at the beginning?”
“My wife, she was sick, but I lost her right at the start,” he says sadly, “now I’m stuck with this bunch of pricks.” He smirks at you, nodding to the door.
“Aren’t they like family?” You question.
“Nah, they’re only doing what I say because they’re scared of me. Can’t get close to just anyone these days.” There was a knock at the door and Dwight enters, whispering something in his ear.
“Well fuck a duck, look who grew some fuckin’ balls,” he says, “excuse me my dear, I’ve gotta take care of something. I’ll be back.” He smiles, picking up his bat and exiting the room with Dwight. You sit there in silence, eating the rest of the food on your plate and then get up and take a walk around his room. It’s simple, there’s no photos from his life before, just some trinkets found along the way, a couple of books and a ring you assumed belonged to his wife. You go back to the table and pick up your glass of wine, but spill a bit down your white blouse as you take a sip and it stains red straight away.
“Shit!” You say out loud, looking around the room for something to help you. There was a small sink, so you took off your blouse and ran it under there, rubbing soap into it and hoping it would come out.
“Come on, come on!” You grumble as you furiously rub the top under the water.
“Well hello there (Y/N)! Didn’t expect to see so much of you so soon,” Negan beams as he enters the room again and puts his bat down, spots of blood covering it. You gasp and hold your top up to you, soaking yourself and your jeans.
“Come here darlin’, no need to hide from me,” Negan smirks, walking over to you and taking the blouse out of your hand and placing it back in the sink.
“I, erm, I spilled wine, I’m sorry,” you stutter.
“No need to apologise to me, I’ll sort that out for you no problem,” he says, looking you up and down and palming his crotch. Subtlety was not his strong point, but you found yourself excited by the thought that you had this effect on him. He closes the gap between you both and pulls the straps of your bra down your arms, testing your reaction. You smile at him and lick your lips, so he undoes it and lets it fall to the ground.
“Fuck me, that’s a good looking pair of tits girl,” he says, looking like a kid in a candy shop. You laugh at how blunt he is and blush a little. He undoes your jeans and you shimmy them down and step out of them.
“Commando? Shit, I think I’m in love!”
“Shut up and kiss me already,” you smile, rubbing your legs together excitedly. He leans down and takes charge of the kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth and dominating your tongue. He pushes you back into the sink and lifts you up to perch you on the edge of it. You rip his shirt open and push it off of him, then undo his belt quickly and push his trousers down hurriedly.
“You in a rush? I’m gonna take my time with you,” Negan smirks. He bites down on your neck and enters you at the same time, causing pain and pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Negan!” You gasp.
“You are so fucking tight woman, when was the last time you had sex?”
“A very long time ago.”
“Don’t worry, Negan will stretch you out nicely,” he winks as he starts moving vigorously inside you. He brings one hand up and pinches hard on your nipple making you cry out, then he lifts it and bites down on it, flicking his tongue as he does so. You grip onto his back, nails digging into his back as you scream with pleasure. He lifts you up and throws you both down on the bed, still inside you, then thrusts at a punishing pace, now hitting your clit as well.
“Negan! Oh my god!”
“Come,” he demands, “now.” He hits into you one last time, filling you completely and starts rubbing your clit. You quickly start clenching around his length and he spills himself inside you as you come over his cock.
“Yeah!” He yells, “now THAT’S how you make a woman come.”
“So modest,” you laugh as he pulls out of you, juices dripping down the bed cover as he does so.
“You gonna taste yourself on my cock? I think you should,” he winks down at you as he stands up. You sit up and take his length in your mouth, licking your juices off of him.
“Do you taste good darling?” He asks.
“Yeah,” you say licking your lips, “sweet.”
“Hot damn! I gotta get me some of that!” He exclaims, dropping to his knees and pushing your legs apart. His tongue dives inside of you, licking up and down your folds, then sucks your clit and looks up at your face.
“Fuck! You’re right! Sweet like a fucking peach!”
Thanks to Daryl Jim’s passing had been peaceful. He had a struggle for a moment, not wanting his friends risking the loss of a bullet or the noise on him. But with enough assurance he had allowed himself to sleep. Everyone had helped to escort him out there, but you and Glenn had stayed. When Jim’s eyes closed, his breath slowing as the drugs began to stop his heart you had reached for the gun.