“The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and that I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.” - C.M. Stunich
Negan ran his hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly, while your hands wandered up to his chest.
You could feel his muscles underneath his plain T-shirt.
It suddenly started to get hot in the room and you could feel your blood rushing through your body.
Negan kissed you harder and bit at your lips - your body was sore and aching - but at this point you did care.
It had been too long since your last encounter with Negan and you were starved for more and you needed to feel him inside your more than ever.
You pulled away, looking up at him and you could see the hunger in his eyes.
“God.. Fuck this. Fuck the stitches. I wanna do this.” You growled sexily.
He smirked back at you, “Goddamn that’s what I like to fuckin’ hear, babydoll.”
He yanked you back to him, his hand still gripping your hair. He crashed into your lips with his once more and pushed you back onto the bed, biting at your lips and running his mouth along your jawline until he got to your neck, your winced as his teeth grazed over the already bruised flesh, but it also felt good because he was doing it.
“I don’t want you to go easy on me.” You whispered to him as he licked and bit at the flesh of your neck.
He leaned up with his eyes level to yours and gave you a coy smile, “Darlin’ ‘easy’ isn’t in my fuckin’ nature.”
He got up off the bed and stood in front of you, unbuckling his belt, “Besides darlin’, you’ve been so fuckin’ bad lately and I think it’s time you received another punishment.”
A wave of fear and excitement rushed through you.
You didn’t understand how this man could scare you so badly when he talked about punishment, but excite when he did.
You knew what he was going to do and you bit your lip trying to hold back a smile. You still loved pushing his buttons whenever you could, to see him become so dominant and demanding.
“Now, why don’t you get the fuck up - bend over - and stick that pretty ass up for me, darlin’.” He growled.
You didn’t move though, you wanted to see him get frustrated.
Negan knew that he’d never be able to break you.
He liked the fact that you were relentless in your disobedience, if anyone else had went against him as much as you did, they’d get Lucille through the skull faster than they could kneel.
But not you, maybe it was partly because you were a wife, but it was mainly because Negan was secretly proud to have a wife that was just as brutal as he was, that didn’t take any shit. But of course, he’d still punish you with his belt if he felt like you needed a lesson.
And It turned him on to no end.
You could see the outline of his erection through his pants, and you bit your lip again absent-mindedly as you stared at it.
“Goddamn, you never know how to fuckin’ listen to me, do you?” He said in an intimidating tone and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you up off the bed and pushing you down onto your face in the pillows.
You smirked and adjusted yourself onto your hands and knees so that your backside was sticking up into the air into a position that you knew would tease him.
You could hear him grunt in a sexy tone, “Goddamn darlin’ I could look at that fuckin’ ass all night.” He walked up behind you and gave you a hard slap on your ass with his hand.
You giggled and grabbed onto the red sheets of the bed, getting ready for whatever he was going to do next.
“Alright darlin’, let’s try to make this quick before I rip those fuckin’ jeans off and fuck you right here.”
He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you head up, making your back curve.
He brought the belt back and brought it down as it landed with the SMACK sound. You grunted and bit your lip as the familiar pain came back to you.
“One.” You began counting.
“Good fuckin’ girl, you remembered to count.” He praised you, but didn’t loosen his grip on your hair as he smacked you again.
You let out a yelp, “Two.”
Negan let out a very sexy “Mmmm” sound as you writhed beneath his grip and he smacked your backside with the belt again and harder this time.
You let out a moan, sticking your ass out even further to him, you were already soaked.
“Goddamn babydoll, you must want daddy’s dick pretty fuckin’ bad.” He grunted, smacking you again.
You weren’t even counting anymore and he didn’t care.
He was getting to much pleasure out of watching you get off to his dominance.
He leaned down and his beard brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Probably as bad as I want that pussy, huh, darlin’? ”
You moaned again at the sound of his voice, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Negan.” You begged.
“Please what, babydoll?” He chuckled, smacking your ass with the belt again.
You bit down on your lip extra hard this time, “Please.”
“Please fuckin’ what?” He ordered, giving you yet another smack.
“Please, fuck me!” You called out, digging your nails into the bed.
Negan stood back, biting his lip and threw the belt to the floor and ripped his T-shirt off.
He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you off the bed, pushing you against the wall, making the picture frames on the wall vibrate.
“And fuck you, I fuckin’ will, darlin’.” He growled and grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you hard, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and he pulled back, “But first, you’re gonna fuckin’ do something for me.”
He then pushed you down onto his knees and you could see the bulge in his pants up close, he was incredibly hard.
“I’m gonna slide my fuckin’ dick down your throat, babydoll. And you’re gonna fuckin’ thank me for it.” He gave you a seductive smile and unbuttoned his pants and let his hard cock spring out.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and guided your mouth towards his throbbing member and you took it eagerly into your mouth.
Negan let out a small groan as you wrapped your lips around him and he pushed your mouth down even further onto his cock, until it hit the back if your throat.
He began to move himself in and out; fucking your mouth.
And all you could could do was was let out soft groans at each stroke he made.
You looked up to him, with his eyes burning into yours.
“Keep fuckin’ staring up at me like that, darlin’ and you’re gonna really be fuckin’ in for it.” He grunted with each thrust, but you eyes remained glued to his.
He thrust slowly into your mouth once more.
“Shit.” He growled, pulling himself out.
He pulled you up off of the ground, and pushed you back against the wall.
He ripped into your shirt, exposing your breasts to him.
He bit into his lip before grabbing onto them firmly and taking his turn running his tongue along your nipples.
You moaned and wrapped a leg around his waist as he continued to suck and bite at your breasts.
He ran his hands down your body, until he got to your pants.
He unbuttoned them and ran his tongue down your body as he got down in front of you, helping you step out of your jeans.
He gripped onto your hips tightly as he bit down hard on one of your thighs, you let out a whimper.
It was becoming unbearable at how much you wanted him, you ran a hand through his soft black hair.
He ran a hand over your thighs, making you part your legs for him and he teased your entrance with a finger.
“Fuck, you’re always so damn soaking wet for me, darlin’.” He growled up at you and he licked his middle finger before slowly sticking it inside you.
You arched your back against the wall as you felt his finger slip in, deep into your core.
You could feel how much wetter you were getting just by him teasing you with his fingers.
“Yeah, fuckin’ moan for me, darlin’.” He chuckled and and worked his finger in and out of you adding a second finger to make your body jump at his touch.
He slowly pressed his tongue into your clit, flicking it slowly and you gripped his hair.
He pulled one of your legs onto his shoulder to get a better grip on your ass as he began running his tongue in circles over your clit, you moaned louder, arching your back even more against the wall.
He gave a hard slap to your ass and you bit your lip.
You could feel him biting at your folds now and whimpered as he did.
He looked up to you licking the wetness off of his lips and smiled seductively.
“You still taste as good as fuckin’ ever, babydoll.” He praised in his deep voice.
He put your leg down and stood up grabbing you by the waist, pulling your legs on his hips, until you were suspended between him and the wall.
He reached down, grabbing his throbbing cock and began to slowly tease your entrance, you bit your lips hard, stifling back a loud moan.
“You fuckin’ want it, darlin’?” He chuckled.
You nodded your head, still biting your down on your lip.
He smirked back at you as he watched you trying to control yourself.
“Then fuckin’ tell me.” He growled sexily into your ear.
“I want it.” You cried out, wrapping your legs tighter around him.
He shot a dangerous look to you and shoved himself into you quickly, you let out a gasp just like last time.
He size was still something you weren’t used to to.
He whispered heavily into your ear, “Goddamn, you’re still so fuckin’ tight for me, baby.” While thrusting into you slowly as he bit down on his lip.
You grabbed ahold of his strong shoulders as he continued to hold you up effortlessly.
He thrust into you harder, making you throw your head back against the wall. Negan ran his tongue up to your neck, biting at the soft skin.
You moaned even louder, digging your nails into his flesh.
He began to theist faster and harder, pushing you up further against the wall each time he did.
You could feel the cool stones against your bare back and ass as he continued, keeping a steady rhythm as he rammed inside of you.
All you could do was moan and dig your nails deeper and deeper into his skin, you were beginning to leave red scratches on his shoulders now.
He grunted heavily again, and grabbed you by the throat, squeezing firmly.
“Say my fuckin’ name.” He growled back to you, still thrusting into you.
You could feel your wetness leaking down his cock at each stroke he took.
It was unreal how fucking good he felt.
“Negan.” You choked out in a moan as he kept a firm grip on your throat.
“You’re such a good fuckin’ little girl when you fuckin’ wanna be, babydoll’.” He whispered into your ear, followed by a groan of pleasure.
He backed up suddenly with you still in his arms as made his way to the bed.
He sat down with you straddling him, his cock still deep inside you - you were both breathing heavily - he placed a hard kiss on your lips once again, scratching you with his beard.
“I want you to fuckin’ ride me.” He said grabbing onto your hips and leaning back onto the bed.
He was looking up at you with a fire in his eyes and you smirked.
You placed your hand onto his chest easing your self up so his cock slide out of you, then lowered yourself back down onto it.
“Fuck.” Negan groaned tightening his grip on your hips.
You let out another moan at how good it felt, then began to buck your hips back and forth slowly as you could feel him deep inside of you.
Negan was gritting his teeth at how good you felt and you took notice and began to pick up your pace and arched your back. He took his hands from your hips and reached up to grab your breasts with his hands, squeezing as you continued to ride him.
Just like last time it was a series of moans and groans from the both of you as you enjoyed every minute of it.
“Negan.. fuck.” You moaned out, digging your nails into his chest.
“Fuck yeah, say my goddamn name.” He moaned, “Fuckin’ scream for daddy.”
You road him even harder, going down onto his cock as deep as you could and you began to let out a loud scream as you could feel your climax getting closer.
Your vision got blurry at the amount of pleasure you were feeling, the sweat was beading onto your brow.
Negan pulled you down to look at him,
“Look at me in the fuckin’ eyes, (Y/N). I wanna fuckin’ see that pretty goddamn cum face.” He growled at you, his teeth still gritted as you kept up your pace.
His words made you begin to lose it, you could feel your orgasm well up from deep inside of you and your furrowed your brows, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Goddamnit,” You cried out as you could feel yourself getting close to the edge, “I’m gonna-” but you couldnt finish your sentence.
“Fuck.” Negan grunted as he began to thrust himself back into you at the same time, keeping your rhythms in sync.
You both moaned out loudly in a tangled mess of arms and legs as you both came at the same time.
You could feel yourself get even wetter as his cock slide in and out of you effortlessly and you could feel the warmth as he emptied himself into you.
He thrusts into you a couple more times as you both rode out your orgasm and finally slowed to a stop.
You laid there on top of him, both of you panting and sweaty.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he said out of breathe, “I believe you’re the fuckin’ best I’ve ever fuckin’ had.”
You smiled back at him, resting your head on his chest.
You could hear his heart beating rapidly and it was like music to your ears.
He moved some hair out of your face and you leaned up pulling yourself up off of him and rolled to the side of the bed.
“Same goes to you.” You said with a smile.
He smirked back proudly, “Fuck yeah, I am.”
He leaned up to the edge of the bed. You were both sweaty and hot.
He stood up and took a long stretch as you admired his toned body in awe.
He turned around to see you staring, “Stare all of you fuckin’, darlin’.” He said with a wink.
“Trust me, I fucking do.” You smiled standing up.
He chuckled and licked his lips looking you up and down, “Yeah, I fuckin’ stare too darlin’, all the goddamn time. That’s why I walk around here hard majority of the damn time.”
You giggled and picked your clothes up off the floor.
He walked over to the bathroom doorway and turned back around to you, “You coming?”
You looked over to him standing there, “Yeah, I am. Do you want me to leave after?”
He rolled his eyes, “Well, I asked you to stay the fuckin’ night. So, what does that tell you, sweetheart?”
You shrugged, “Well, I didn’t know how serious you were.”
“I am a man of my fuckin’ word, darlin’.”
You nodded and headed into the bathroom with him.
You both got into the luke warm water of the shower.
It was weird to be in the shower with him and staying the night.
It was weird, but so comforting at the same time and what you had been waiting for.
You were the happiest you had been since the whole world went to shit.
After you got out of the shower you both laid down in bed.
“You ready for tomorrow?” Negan asked putting his arms behind his head.
“Ready for what?” You asked curiously.
“We’re taking a trip to Alexandria tomorrow to visit your old pal Rick.” He smiled, cutting his eyes over to you.
“Why do you want me to go?”
“Because you know how to fuckin’ handle yourself and to show that you are still alive.” He said, nodding his head.
“Yeah, I will go.” You said with a nervous tone in your voice.
You hadn’t seen any of them since the night of the line up and you didn’t know how they would react to you, especially since you were doing so well and actually happy; while they were all still reeling from the death of Glenn and Abraham, and Daryl being held at the sanctuary.
But no matter what, you were ready.
You both laid there n silence for a while, until you both drifted off to sleep.
Summary: You finally make it to Alexandria with Negan and the other Saviors.
Note: This is sorta short, because tgis Alexandria part may be kinda long so I figured I would break it up into different parts. Hope you guys enjoy!
“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.” - Mary Wollstonecraft
You woke up the next morning to the early morning sun creeping into the window across from Negan’s bed. You let out a silent yawn as to not wake him up, it was some of the best sleep you had ever gotten.
You could really get used to sleeping in this room with him, but you knew better than to spoil yourself on the idea that this would be an ‘all the time’ thing.
But you put that out of your mind, for now.
You rolled over gently to look at the sleeping man next to you.
Negan was laying on his back with a hand behind his head and his other arm touching the side of your thigh.
At some point in the night he must have been sleeping with his hand on your ass, since you had slept on your stomach.
You bit your lip at the thought of it.
You looked at him as he slept.
He was so damn gorgeous.
His dark hair that usually stayed slicked back was now disheveled - some strands of hair laying in his face.
He looked so harmless and peaceful as he slept, his salt and pepper beard covering his perfect jawline and it was good to see this sift side of him; a sleeping Negan.
You could see his chest rising and lowering as he breathed slowly.
You wanted to get closer to him and curl up next to him, to feel his warmth. His skin against your skin, if only for a minute.
But you didn’t know how he would react to it.
Negan didn’t seem to be the type of man that wanted someone trying to cuddle him and be all lovey-dovey.
But you decided the risk was worth it, you slowly drug yourself closer to him, you were already pretty close, but you wanted to be even closer.
You wrapped the blanket around you and laid your head on his shoulder.
You were never the world’s most cuddly type of girl, but you could see yourself really enjoying it with someone like Negan. You felt his skin on your face, and you could faintly hear his heart beating in the silent room.
“Well good morning to you, too, darlin’.” Negan said in a raspy voice.
You looked up quickly to see him opening his eyes to look at you.
You could feel yourself beginning to blush, you had hoped he wouldn’t catch you trying to cuddle him while he was asleep, not knowing how he would react or if he would use it against your feelings for him at a later time.
“You were awake?” You asked, laying your head back on your own pillow.
He smirked, “Yeah, for fuckin’ most of it. Can’t get much past me, especially when you’re all up on me while I’m fuckin’ sleeping.”
You brushed your hair back, “Yeah, I was hoping I could steal some cuddle-type shit before you woke up.”
“Doesn’t fuckin’ bother me, doll. Even men like me enjoy some fuckin’ tenderness every now and then.” He said, still looking at you.
You bit a the insides of your cheeks, “I mean, you don’t seem like the kind of guy that cuddles. Besides, I’m not a huge cuddler myself, and I know that just because I got to spend the night here doesn’t mean I get to do it all the time.”
You took in a breathe and sat up on the bed, “No, I’m not too fuckin’ big into that type of thing; like I said, im not good with that emotional shit. But fuck, if a hot ass woman like yourself - fuck, my wife, no less-” he said pointing to you, “wants to lay up in bed with naked, with her fuckin’ body on me, I’m not gonna say fuckin’ no, darlin’. Besides, I wasn’t lying when I said you were my favorite. Good luck in seeing the other wives try to fuckin’ cuddle with me.” He chuckled and got up off the bed.
You smiled and bit your lip, “Well, that’s good enough for me, I guess.”
“Of course.” You said rolling your eyes at him, and shook your head.
“So fuckin’ disobidient.” He growled with a smile and grabbed the back of you head, pulling you towards him and he planted a hard kiss on your mouth.
Negan had an odd way of spoiling you. You were happier than you had been, but you also knew that absolute happiness would be him committing to only you. And you doubted that that would ever be a thing. But atleast he called you his favorite.
You both got out of bed and got dressed for the day.
You were heading back to Alexandria to get supplies that your old group owed Negan, and you still weren’t sure how to feel about seeing them again.
After you both got dressed Negan put on his leather jacket and grabbed Lucille off of the nearby desk and threw her over his shoulder.
“Oh fuck, before I forget.” He said suddenly, opening the drawer on one of the desks and pulled out the old rusty crowbar you usually carried around.
You had been wondering where it was, but figured it had gotten lost.
“Pretty sure this is fuckin’ is yours.” He smiled, handing it over to you.
You grabbed it and felt the cool iron on your hands.
“I had been looking for it. Thank you.” You said holding it out to look it over before propping it on your shoulder.
Negan smirked and licked his lips the way he usually did, “Jesus. I think you’re starting to fuckin’ turn into me, babydoll.”
You snorted in laughter, “Yeah, that doesn’t seem too far fetched. I did just kill a bitch with Lucille after all.”
He gave a wicked smile, “Yeah, and it was pretty fuckin’ hot to watch you work. Might as well name the fuckin’ crowbar.”
“And what would I name it?” You smirked, looking up at him.
He shrugged and gave you an almost sweet look, “I don’t know, think about it, babydoll. Either way, you’re gonna fuckin’ need it.”
“You’re not gonna kill anybody at Alexandria, are you?” You said nervously, chewing your lip.
Negan shook his head, “Not as long as they fuckin’ cooperate and do what the fuck I say. Other than that, everything will be goddamn peachy.”
You both made your way downstairs and out into the yard of the sanctuary.
No one had seen you since you had taken care of Amber and as soon as you and Negan hit the yard, everyone fell to their knees immediately.
Negan chuckled and looked over to you, “Looks like yesterday got their goddamn attention.” He said as you both continued to walk over to where his men were waiting to load up on a truck to head out.
As you passed by the spot where Amber had been laying, you could still see blood splattered on the ground.
“Fuck.” Negan said eyeing it and kicking dirt over it.
“What’s the point, they all know she’s dead.” You said in confusion, stopping behind him as he covered the bloody spot.
“Yeah, well, I don’t want a fuckin’ kid to come by and see the shit, plus it’s a bad fuckin’ look for the yard.” He answered back.
You made it over to a black delivery truck where Dwight was standing outside of it and had someone with him.
You couldn’t quite make him out at first, he was in a dirty looking jumpsuit with a yellow “A” painted across the chest as you got closer, you realized it was Daryl.
You glanced over to Negan, but he hadn’t paid you any attention.
You started to head over to Daryl, but Negan caught you by the arm before you could get closer, already knowing where you were going.
Daryl eyed you intensely, he had dirt all over his face and his hair hung in his eyes.
“Not a good fuckin’ idea, darlin’.” Negan said firmly.
“What’s wrong with me speaking to him?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.
“You aren’t apart of the same goddamn group anymore. He’s still a fuckin’ enemy right now, until he follows the fuckin’ rules. ” Negan said, narrowing his eyes back at you in a ‘don’t fucking challenge me right now’ sort of way.
He leaned down closer to you, his grip still tight on your arm, “Besides, don’t wanna make me fuckin’ jealous and have Lucille have a talk with him, do you?” He whispered into your ear.
You got chills down your spine as he said that, but you didn’t want him to kill Daryl. You didn’t know Daryl well, but he had never done anything to you, so you didn’t want yourself to be the cause of his demise.
You nodded your head back to Negan in compliance.
“Good girl.” He said and let go of your arm as you both made your way to the truck.
“Let’s get this goddamn show on the fuckin’ road.” He called to his men, swinging Lucille around happily.
They all got into their designated vehicles and you hopped up into the black truck with Negan.
As you got in, you saw Dwight pushing Daryl towards the back of the truck to sit on the floor.
Daryl said nothing, he just sank down into the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest as Dwight took a seat across from him. You were now headed on your way to Alexandria and you had no idea what to expect.
The truck pulled up to a large gate that was covered, so you couldn’t see inside. You hadn’t spent a whole lot of time here when you were in Rick’s group, so the place was still fairly new to you.
“Alright, let’s get the fuck to work.” Negan said with excitement in his voice and he got out of the truck. You followed behind him as Dwight pushed Daryl out of the truck.
Negan whistled happily as he strolled up to the gate, you followed close behind him as he approached it.
“Dun-dun-dun-dun!” Negan sang out in a dramatic tone as he reached the metal gate, he raised Lucille and hit the metal with her before he called out, “Little pig, little pig, let me in!”
You stood with him, waiting for someone to come up and open the gate.
Negan looked over to you, “You ready for this shit?” He asked noticing that you seemed to be nervous.
You nodded back, “Ready as I’ll ever be,” then looked up to him, “Don’t worry.”
He nodded back placing his hand on your shoulder for reassurance, then dropping it back to his side as the cover of the gate was pulled back.
You could see Spencer standing there, looking to both of you confused.
“Well, what are you fuckin’ waiting for?” Negan said in an amused voice.
“Uhm, who are you?” Spencer asked in a smart ass tone of voice.
Negan chuckled, “Oh Jesus, you better be fuckin’ joking. Negan-” He pointed to himself, “ And Lucille” He then pointed at the bat propped on his leather clad shoulder, “I know I had to make a motherfuckin’ strong first impression and I’m sure you obviously know this cute little thing standing beside me.” He said moving his head in your direction and Spencer looked at you.
You could see Rick walking up to see what was going on, you watched him approach the gate carefully.
“Well, hello there.” Negan said happily, with a big grin spreading across his face.
Rick said nothing back as he stared Negan down and then looked over to see you.
His face had a grim expression on it as he looked at the both of you together.
“Do not fuckin’ make me have to fuckin’ ask you twice, Ricky.” Negan said with some anger beginning to rise up in his voice.
“You said a week and you’re early.” Rick said somberly as he opened the gate.
“What can I say? I fuckin’ missed ya.” Negan chuckled, shooting Rick a dangerous smile.
You could hear moans and strained growls, and you all looked backed to see a lone walker shuffling towards you.
You gripped your crowbar tightly and started for it.
“I’ve got it.” You said calmly to everyone and walked up a ways, holding the crowbar tightly and let the walker come to you.
You swung violently at it as the crowbar made contact with the deteriorating skull of the walker. It fell to the pavement with a THUD.
“Shit Rick, did you see that? That shit that my girl just did? That is some fuckin’ service! You almost turned us away at the damn gate and (Y/N) here, just takes care of one of the dead fucks that could have killed one of you-” Negan pointing to you with Lucille still looking at Rick and then he took a small bow, “That’s what we fuckin’ call: service.”
Rick kept his eyes on you, he was studying your face.
Your face was healing, but it was still pretty bruised up from the fight with Amber.
“Service?” Rick said in a raspy tone, “Is that what you call what happened to her face, too? Your handy work? Your service?”
Negan sucked his teeth and you could see him bite his tongue at Rick’s accusation that he had beaten you.
Negan chuckled, but not in a playful way like he usually did, “I never laid a fuckin’ hand on her. She had a little run in with some bitch at the sanctuary and (Y/N) took care of her with Lucille here.” He said holding up Lucille to Rick’s face, her barbed-wire only inches from his skin.
Negan licked his lips, “Yeah, that’s right. Both of my girls know how to fucking handle themselves. Not like some of the damn pussies around here.” He said looking back at Daryl who was standing with Dwight and the rest of the crew and then he shot a look back to Rick.
You could see Rick clench his jaw and Negan smiled again, and began to head inside the gates.
“Here Rick. Be a good fuckin’ host and take this.” Negan said thrusting Lucille into Rick’s hands.
Rick took her and just stood there silently, staring off in space as you all entered Alexandria as you wished.
Why was Negan letting Rick hold Lucille? It didn’t make sense to you at all, Rick could snap and try to attack him and if hay was to happen you’d have no choice but to fight back. You were loyal to Negan at this point and you would fight for him, just like he has done for you in the past.
Negan walked in, looking around and he outstretched his arms, looking around the town.
You couldn’t deny that it was beautiful out here.
Negan kept looking around, “Wow, look at this! This place is motherfucking cocksucking magnificent!”
You stood beside Negan as he threw an arm around your shoulder and you both turned to Rick as he approached you, “I do believe you are gonna have fuckin’ plenty to offer us, Rick.” He said, smiling widely at him.
“(Y/N), Daryl.” Rick said ignoring Negan as he was looking to you and Daryl.
“No.” Negan said in a stern tone, putting his hand up,
“Daryl is the fuckin’ help and you don’t talk to him or fuckin’ look at him, unless you want me to make you chop something off of him-” he said pointing over to Daryl, then Negan looked back to you and pulled you in closer to him as your face brushed against his leather jacket,
“And you especially don’t fuckin’ talk to her, and you or any other prick better not dare to look in her fuckin’ direction or this pleasant little meeting will turn in a different goddamn ball game.” Negan growled.
You let out a small smile.
It felt amazing to have him so protective and jealous over you, it made you feel like you were the most important thing at that moment and you relished in it.
Rick gave a small nod and your eyes met his and you nodded back to let him know you were fine.
Negan removed his arm from your shoulder and clapped his hands together, walking further into the town “Well, let’s get this shit started and see what kind of fuckin’ goodies you’ve got in the cupboard!”
“You said half the supplies.” Rick protested, turning towards Negan.
“Nope! Fuck no, you don’t decide what we fuckin’ take. I do.” Negan said as he walked towards Rick, making him back down from his presence.
You saw that Rick was still holding Lucille and you kept a firm eye on him, so if he dared to try anything you’d see it. You didnt want him to try anything, you really didnt wanna see anyone here die, because you knew they were good people and you didn’t come here wanting to hurt anyone. But if they started some shit, you definitely weren’t going to back down.
Negan smirked as Rick backed up from him.
“Get the fuck going!” Negan called out to his men.
They all began walking with guns in hand towards the houses to raid them.
Negan clapped happily as he watched them all move out and turned back to Rick when they were all gone.
“Are you gonna show us the fuck around or not, Ricky? You wanna be a good fuckin’ host, don’t you?” Negan smiled as he berated Rick.
Rick sniffed and held his head down, he looked back up and nodded and walked past Negan and you.
Negan whistled to you and you looked up and he was giving you the “Come hither” motion with his finger and you followed beside him.
He wanted you with him and that was more than you could have asked for, he had sent everyone else away, but wanted you by his side.