Pairing: Negan x Reader.
Warnings: Nudity (I guess this is a warning?!), language and a little fluff.
Another day in the apocalyptic world, you are lying on your bed feeling bored and tired of nothing. You don’t know exactly what you want, if you want go on a run or stay here doing nothing and maybe drink something. These days that you don’t know what you want; Like nothing really matters.
The lunch in Sanctuary was kinda chaotic, people on lines and supervisors writing down what everyone get to eat. And honestly you don’t pass through it, you don’t have to wait and can eat anything, but as a wife with privileges people can look you in a horrible way, but you can understand, they work hardly and live being careful enough for don’t get punished, when you only have to look pretty and sexy for Negan, you can be considered as a prostitute?
When is almost 6:00 pm and you didn’t ate or drank nothing besides a cup of old cognac that you found on a run a couple months ago; You hear a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” You ask loudly enough for whatever who is boring you can hear.
“Your husband, darlin’” Negan voice echoed trought the room making you shiver. Is not like you fear him, or don’t like him; Actually is completely the opposite, you love him, and he loves you too and he let you and basically everyone knowing that; But he still have other women in his life, beautiful in every way women. Short, tall, brunette, blonde, white, black, thin, with curves anyway all the type and flavour for pleases him whenever him want. And since they fear Negan enough for don’t try to make a move, sometimes one or two try but the consequences are terrible. And even knowing that basically all of them hate him, you still feel sad knowing that he don’t have eyes only for you. Is not only your mouth that he kiss, is not only your body that he touch; Or the one that he call beautiful making blush. Yeah, he can treat you kinda differently letting you go on runs with him, or letting you wear whatever you want… but still hurts.
“Come in, is open” Without fiddled he open it widely, only in a white t-shirt, grey pants, his belt and what stole more of your attention, no Lucille on hands. He close the door and get closer to you.
“I didn’t saw you all day long, I even sent some Saviors to look at the close woods for find you. You was here the whole fucking day?” He ask closing his arms against his chest.
“Yes, not feeling going outside today. Is basically the same thing always.”
“What are you telling me now? That you’re annoyed living here? Your life isn’t good enough?”
“Isn’t that Ne, is just… I don’t know I’m feeling kinda shady today. My life is good, I mean fuck, I think I can say that I have a better even before the shit hits the fan.”
“So what is wrong ?” He ask with a caring voice.