This is my submission for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Fall Into Negan writing challenge - thanks for having me! My prompt was “trick or treat”.
Pairing: Negan x Kate (OC)
When Kate decided to become a Saviour, her friends in the old community had understood. But becoming Negan’s wife? Something must have gone terribly wrong…
Warnings: Explicit smut; language; voyeurism; cameo by a well-known horror character. WC: 2193.
A/N: This is a small part of a bigger story that’s been forming in my noggin these past few weeks. If you’d like to read more about the adventures of Negan and this particular wife then please let me know! Maybe we can make this a regular thing doll.
At the end of the corridor, a woman screamed. Kate didn’t hear it over the volume of the music she was playing. Vincent Price was talking of grisly ghouls from every tomb while she bounced around her bedroom. She turned him down to answer a knock at the door. Pulling it open she jumped back in alarm - Ghostface was standing in the doorway, knife raised.
Kate relaxed when she saw the knife was made of plastic. Frankie gave a husky giggle as she pulled off her hood.
“Gotcha!” she exclaimed with a wink.
“You look ridiculous” retorted Kate, clutching her chest.
“Aw, get into the spirit Kate, its Halloween!”
And with that she sashayed off, black robes flowing around her.
“Negan’s not gonna approve of that kaftan!” Kate called before pushing the door shut with a flick of her wrist.
Kate had been living at The Sanctuary for about a year, and had got used to some pretty strange stuff. Face-ironing. Polygamy. A barbed wire bat named for a dead woman. But the idea that someone on this Earth still kept a calendar was one she had yet to get her curly blonde head around.
Tubular bells signalled that the next track was starting. Kate turned up the volume to let iconic rhythm guitar fill the room. She went back to bouncing around, cleaning as she went. After all this time she still hadn’t given up this little catharsis. Cleaning and singing. Singing and cleaning.
They told him don’t you ever come around here/Don’t wanna see your face you better disappear
The sound of knuckles rapping on wood caused her to look at the stereo in confusion. That came later in the song didn’t it? Realisation dawned at the sound of a man’s voice.