in which elizabeth gives me a character and i make a gif

Title: Carnival Date

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: None, fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

°Negan takes you out on a date to the carnival and wins you a prize.

The carnival was in town and the county couldn’t have been more active. Friday nights as of recently were swarmed with families and folks out on dates playing various games and riding small rides.

I’d been asked out by my neighbor, Negan Cross who was the High School Basketball Coach.

I waited for him on my porch, fiddling with the hem of my jacket. The nights had been pretty chilly, enough so that I noticed Negan wearing a red scarf with his leather jacket.

He smiled as his long legs climbed the porch steps.

I smiled as well, standing as he neared.

Negan kissed his teeth, shaking his head from side to side, “You look absolutely fuckable, Darlin’!”

I blushed, looking down at my jacket, jeans and sneakers, “Um, thanks.”

I still had to get used to the way Negan spoke. He was blunt and cussed quite often. None of that bothered me of course, it was just the way he complimented that I had to get use to.

He leaned over when close enough and kissed my cheek, inhaling as he backed away, “And smell fuckin’ fantastic!”

I laughed, shaking my head.
The ride in Negan’s truck was quiet, though he had requested that I sit close to him.

“I don’t bite unless you fuckin’ want me to, Darlin’.” He insisted.

What can I say? He had a certain charm about him and I couldn’t help myself when I plastered myself to his side.

It had to be the dimples and smile; had to be!

When we arrived at the carnival, it was busy like we thought it would be. Kids could be heard squeeling, screaming and laughing as they rode the rides.

The smell of funnel cakes, cotton candy and other fried goods permeated the air.

Negan put his arm around my shoulders, kissing my forehead as we trekked our way through the endless sea of people.

The games looked fun and I kind of wanted a stuffed animal for a souvenir.

“You gonna win me somethin’ Big Man?” I asked Negan, looking up at him.

He grinned, “One condition.”

“I’m listening,” I said, raising a brow.

“If I win, you gotta let me have a taste of those gorgeous fuckin’ lips.” Negan bobbed his eyebrows and licked his lips.

“Hmmmm, deal.” I smiled, biting my bottom lip, which made Negan growl.

He looked around, trying to find a game of his choosing. Leading us over to a booth, Negan took out five bucks.

It was the Milk Bottle Game.

Negan took his leather jacket off, handing it to me, “Hold this for me baby.”

He stood there in a white tshirt, his red scarf wrapped around his throat.

It was then I noticed that he had many tattoo’s.

He winked at me, taking the three baseballs and placing them on the counter of the booth.

He rubbed the ball in his hands and geared up to throw it. He knocked down several bottles, but still had a few to get.

He repeated his movements twice more. We watched as the one bottle wobbled just before it fell over, knocking the last bottle down.

Negan raised his arms and I could see the happy trail peeking out from his jeans. Gah, this man was sex walking.

I picked my prize, a stuffed Huskie puppy and cuddled it to me.

Negan put his jacket back on, zipping it up as he became chilled.

We walked around some more until we came to a photo booth, which Negan dragged me into.

I sat on his lap sideways, smiling down at him, “Thinking you’ll get lucky in here, uh?” I teased.

He rubbed my thigh, giving it a squeeze, “Oh, I know I will baby. I’m collecting that kiss,”

Negan cupped my cheek, bring my head down to his on the first flash.

His lips touched mine, caressing them slowly as his beard left a slight burn.

Another flash.

I craddled his head, deeping the kiss. His moan was one of shock. Quickly, he gave me as I was giving him.

Another flash.

His tounge slowly dipped between my lips.

I closed my lips around the tip of his tounge, sucking lightly before tangling mine with his.

Last flash.

He pulled back, both of us panting.

“Baby,” he said, his voice low and husky, “can’t be teasin’ me like that.”

I could feel the evidence of his arousal against my thigh.

“Who said anything about teasin’ Coach Negan?”

Let’s just say, we didn’t make it out of the truck when he pulled into the driveway.