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Halloween (The Walking Dead) - Chapter 7

Originally posted by angelicamyers

Nicole didn’t know if she wanted to talk to Hershel or not. A part of her wanted to get to the bottom of the mysterious elements of life that were suddenly swirling around her but the other part wanted to let it all go as Halloween pranks and coincidence. All the more, she wanted to enjoy her evening with Negan without reserve now that she knew for certain he was separated from him wife.

“Hi…” Nicole greeted Hershel as he slowly approached her. She could see he had a slight limp now that it was a one-on-one interaction.

“I’m not trying to bother you, dear, but I have reason to believe you’re in danger. This isn’t some Halloween prank.”

Nicole cut right to the chase. “Michael Myers is dead. He burned to death.”

“They never found his body,” Hershel claimed.

“It’s been forty years… forty years,” she emphasized. “What’s he waiting for?”

“Tonight.” Hershel was adamant in his prompt response.

“Is there a reason he would be in Negan’s back yard? There’s no motive to follow me.”

“There are no motives in the mind of a psychopath.”

Nicole swallowed hard and knew he was probably right. “I just…”

“You and your husband may very well be in immediate danger. For whatever reason he has set his sights on you. Negan is it? He told me about your encounters with the vehicle and the stranger in the mask in the last twenty-four hours. That’s why I stayed to speak with you specifically.”

Nicole couldn’t help but smile in Hershel’s inaccurate reference to her being Negan’s wife. She didn’t correct him. “I think it’s just a big misunderstanding. It’s been so long. Why would he come back now?” The same question came back around.

“For whatever reason he’s been waiting on this night.”

Nicole thought rationally for a moment while quietly acknowledging she could have easily indulged in Hershel’s farfetched theories. “He supposedly died forty years ago. Don’t you think he would have shown up by now?” She stared at him intently waiting for another quick response. When it never came she sighed, “I’ve got to go.”

“What more do I need to say?”

“Look if you want to stay handcuffed to your dead patient that’s fine but you can’t drag me along.” Nicole cruised past him. “I’m sorry.”

“For whatever reason he has targeted you,” Hershel called after her. “Don’t be alone tonight!”

Nicole felt a chill run the length of her back as she rounded off onto a side street lined with shops.

She glanced in the first window and tried to push all of the nonsense from her mind though it was difficult when the shop was filled with creepy masks of all kinds.

Get a grip, she told herself and continued on down the street toward a little sandwich shop.


“So you definitely can’t come out with us?” Enid asked as she, Carl and Ron met behind a store on the main road.

“I’m working on it.” He looked over his shoulder. “I swear part of my punishment is my dad’s making me walk everywhere. It’s at least two miles home.”

“We’ll walk with you,” she offered. “Right Ron?”

He shrugged. “Sure, but what if your dad sees us?”

“He’s busy doing stuff on the town green,” Carl explained.

The three of them began their trek along the sidewalk, almost immediately rounding into a residential neighborhood where both Ron and Enid lived a few houses apart.

“Thanks for not ratting us out,” Enid told him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked down.

“I’d never do that.”

“Told ya we should’ve used eggs,” she joked, making him smirk.

“Nah… I’m glad we got Negan at least a little riled up.”

“His reaction was pretty priceless,” Ron agreed.

The three of them shared a laugh and then all took a glance over their shoulder as a station wagon cruised suspiciously low past them.

“Green station wagon,” Carl said aloud to no one in particular.

“Isn’t that Devon Graham?” Enid asked.

“I don’t think so,” Carl answered.

“Hey jerk!” Ron shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Speed kills!”

The car immediately slammed on the brakes, making the three of them stop in their tracks. For several seconds it was a stalemate before the brake lights eased off and the car continued its slow crawl down the cracked pavement.

“You know Ron, one day you’re going to get us all into real trouble,” Enid told him.

He rolled his eyes. “Well I guess I’m off the hook because…” Ron scampered through a pile of raked leaves in the yard next to where they stood. “I’m home. Text me if you can meet up with us, Carl.”

“Alright.” He and Enid gave a wave and then continued on their walk.

“I’ll sneak out if they don’t let me go,” Carl told her after a few seconds of silence.

Enid chuckled. “You live with two cops. Doubtful.”

“I have my ways.” Carl grinned. “But I think I can win over Michonne.”

“I hope so.” She smiled and then reached into her purse to search for her phone.

Carl smiled to himself and looked up ahead. He stopped when he saw a man in a white mask standing facing them on the sidewalk before ducking in a menacingly slow fashion behind a large row of bushes. He grabbed Enid’s arm and stopped suddenly, prompting her to look at him.

“What is it?” She followed his gaze but saw nothing.

“It… someone was behind that bush up there.”

“What? I don’t see anybody.”

“The guy that drove by before… the one Ron yelled at…”

Enid shook her head. “Oh subtle isn’t he?” She hurried up ahead of Carl

“Enid!” He jogged a few feet to catch up with her as she hurried to check behind the bushes.

When the two of them got there they stood alone. There was no one.

“I swear he was right there,” Carl said.

Enid let a slow smile spread across her face. “Are you trying to scare me?”

“No,” he insisted. “No I swear Enid he was there. He was wearing the Michael Myers mask. Nicole said she saw him too this morning.”

“It’s people playing pranks, Carl.” Enid shook her head and then pressed her eyebrows together. “Who’s Nicole?”

He was tempted to try to make her jealous but decided there was no reason to be petty. “Negan’s lady friend.”

Enid laughed. “I don’t get how all these women throw themselves at him. I mean he’s  a little charming-“

“Wait you think Negan’s charming?”

“Witty might be a better word… funny.” She changed her wording.

“You’ve gone to the dark side, Enid.” The two of them shared a laugh and then Carl looked around again. “He was right here.”


He snickered. “No… the asshole in the mask.”

Enid put a hand on his shoulder. “Well it’s Halloween. Everyone’s-“

“Entitled to one good scare,” he finished. “Yeah… I’ve had my share.”

She tugged at his shirt. “Come on. I’ll walk you all the way home.”

  • Writers: "I don't know why people like the villain, they're evil and ruthless, you're not supposed to like them."
  • *meanwhile during casting*
  • Writers: "Alright everyone, you know how this works, I need you to find me the hottest mofo you got. Think 'so crazy that I wanna kill you but I also gonna wanna bone.'"
Negan Imagine ~ Out of the blue (pt.2)

Weeks after Negan has helped the reader through the heavy birth of her son, their developing relationship and Negan’s growing role as a father figure for her child causes her some serious trouble with the group

part 1

It took some time but here it is, the highly requested second part and I really hope you’ll enjoy this!
(the gif isn’t mine/It was originally posted by aliciasdaryl)

The sun shone brightly through the windows as you sat at the table, looking at the small babyphon while clinging to your second cup of coffee after the almost sleepless night which laid behind you.
Days ago it had seemed like your son had now fully began to sleep more at a stretch, for two maybe even three weeks that had worked just fine, but the last nights had shown you that you couldn’t already say ‘goodbye’ to the as good as sleepless nights.
The horror birth of your son Negan had helped you through was now a bunch of weeks ago and you couldn’t love you this little guy more but those weeks had shown you that being a mom really was an exhausting full-time job.

You heaved yourself slowly up, walked over to the couch and let yourself sink into the soft fabric while you fought your eyes from closing.
Normally, you would have allowed yourself to shut them and just rest for as long as you could until you would have to be a functioning mom again but this time was quite different,
It was just a matter of moments until Negan would arrive.
He was coming as often and staying as long as he could, the amount of time he spent in Alexandria was mostly longer than the one he spent gone from here and with every time he visited and with every minute you spent with him you grew closer.
And you weren’t just staying awake because you were looking way more forward to seeing him again than you wanted to admit to yourself but also because you felt like you needed to know what happened between him and Rick as soon as he would step through the gates.

You only needed to look into Rick’s eyes whenever he saw Negan with you to know that he hated to see one of his people that close to his enemy.
And you really couldn’t blame him.
Regardless of what sides Negan was showing to you and your son, he definitely wasn’t showing them to Rick, rather the opposite and you knew that he still was the one who had killed Glenn and Abraham.
You cringed at the thought of the talk you’ve already had with Rick about this thing with Negan, whatever it exactly was.
You knew that the only reason he was somehow accepting it was because you and the baby were safe, had everything you needed and Negan refused to take as much as he would have normally.
He left all of the food and medicine here, there had been no time he had arrived  without having anything for the baby or even you with him and his doctor had regularly checked on you both especially shortly after the birth.

Your glance wandered through the big window outside as your tired eyes caught Daryl who was setting up some new crops.
He was another reason Rick was just staring at you and  wasn’t saying a thing.
You knew that Negan had just given in to your plea to let Daryl come back because it had been the thing that had been standing between the both of you and not because of the goodness of his heart.
You sighed, trying to calm the mess in your mind down that began to create as soon as you began to think about it while your eyelids got heavier with every single second.

“And we’re back at it again in this goddamn dreamy burg”, you heard Negan’s booming voice call out as your eyes fluttered open and you realized that the sleep had overpowered you.
With a small groan you lifted yourself from the couch, grabbed the babyphon and walked over to the entrance, already hearing how Negan’s voice sounded again through the air as you opened the door.
“Now where are my favorite Alexandrians? What Rick? Did you thought I’m here for you or your shit? Fuck, I’m sorry to disappoint you but not every fucking thing is about you. You really should’ve figured that out by now”, Negan said in a provocative tone and with a chuckle as you walked outside to the stairs.
“Shit, there is already one of them!”, Negan called out as his glance met yours and turned softer again.
“Now Rick, loosen your bodice. I’m not taking shit today”, Negan said with a grin before he patted Rick’s shoulder and walked past him over to you.
“Hey”, you said with a smile as you saw him walking up the stairs.
“Hey favorite“, he said with a wink as he stepped closer to you and pulled you a little closer.
“Is the little man sleeping?”, Negan asked before you grabbed the baby phone from your back pocket and held it slightly up.
“Yeah, finally”, you exhaled with a small exhausted smile as you put it back before you caught Rick’s tensed glance from the corner of your eyes.
“We should get in”, you mumbled while you saw how Negan pulled his brows tight before he bit his lip, seeming to realize the reason for your urging tone.
“Because of them?”, Negan asked as he raised his eyebrows and pointed behind him while you tilted your head with a sigh.
“Negan”, you said almost in an exhorting tone before he let out a sigh.
“Alright”, he grunted before he turned one last time around to Rick and cleared his throat.
“Rick, don’t you have other shit to do than practicing that damn stink eye?”, Negan asked while you could see Rick huff before you finally walked inside.

“Now that were in here, is Ricky boy giving you a hard time? ‘Cause if he does, I wanna fucking know, I can’t have that shit”, he asked as he looked with a serious glance in his eyes at you
“It’s okay, I can take care of myself”, you said just as serious but also with a consoling tone, already knowing where he wanted to go with this.
“I know, I fucking know but that doesn’t change in any damn way that I don’t want you to have to go through crap”, he said in a stern tone as his glance stayed stuck on you.
“He’s not saying anything”, you replied with a small sigh while hoping that Negan would believe you and wouldn’t pull anything that in the end, would let Rick’s hate for him just grow even more, if that was even possible.
“And the stink eye?”, he asked as he slightly pointed outside.
“Negan, I get it but you can’t expect him to love what’s going on here”, you said while you looked at him and could see in his glance that he was everything else than pleased.
“It’s really okay”, you assured after you had seen him clenching his jaw before he began to relax a bit more.
“Alright,…but if it’s more than that I still wanna know”, he said with a serious undertone while his glance darted at you.
“Okay”, you said with a small sigh before Negan walked a little closer to you.
“I’m not asking or doing that crap ‘cause I want to harm you both, it’s the complete damn opposite”, he sighed as his glance stayed stuck on you, now a bit softer than before.
“I know”, you mumbled with a small smile as he nodded slowly.
“Alright…before I forget, I got the little guy something new”, Negan said as he grabbed into the pocket of his leather jacket.
“Again?”, you asked with a small laugh as he pulled out a small rattle that was basically a plush ring with a teddy bear head on top of it.
“Again. Hope you both like it”, he said with a smirk as you heard the soft coos of your son sound through the babyphon.
“He’s awake again, you wanna go up?”, you asked smiling as you nodded upstairs and already saw how Negan’s eyes began to glow.
“Of fucking course!”, he called out while you already began to walk over to the stars as the sound of his voice made you turn around.
“Ah fuck, wait”, he said as you walked back over to him.
“What did you mean with ‘What’s going on here’?”, Negan asked with a big grin as his hazel eyes stared with a wolfish glance at you.
You slightly grinning tilted your head slightly, knowing too well that he knew what you had been talking about.
“Huh?”, he asked again with raised his brows as his tongue slid over his lower lip.
“I think you exactly know that”, you responded with a grin as a throaty chuckle escaped Negan’s lips and his hands reached out to your hips to pull you closer.
“I do?”, he asked in a husky tone as your hands placed almost automatically on his leather clothed chest while his face leaned in so close that you could feel his hot breath on your skin.
“Yeah, you do”, you said grinning back as you could feel your heart beating fast while a small but pleasant shudder ran over your back.
Instead of saying something he just shook his head slightly, a wide grin planted on his lips before he leaned sightly in to brush his lips against your temple.
You couldn’t deny the way your body heated up while your eyes closed for a moment as you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning a little into his touch.
A deep rumble traveled up from Negan’s chest and escaped his lips as they pressed against your skin while one of his hands left your waist and cupped the back of your neck instead.
It took seconds until your mind took over again and before you could let it go back to work, let you ask yourself what the hell you did there and eventually made you back away from him you heard another coo coming from the baby phone.

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2013 me : *sees a villain* I love you

2018 me : *sees a villain* You’re a fucking awful person and the main reason for my frustration, but I still love you.

Swelling Rage

Characters: Negan X Reader

Warnings: smut, rough sex, biting, violence, language, dirty talk and some fluff ;)

Notes: This little one shot is heavily inspired by the fight between Rick and Negan in the MSF cuz fuuuuck me up angry Negan 😂😂😂


Dodging the barbed wire bat as it smashed into the wall, you quickly rolled over onto your knees. Grabbing the blood stained machete laying on the linoleum you stumbled to your feet.

“Don’t make me fucking do this darlin, you’re hot as fuck but your really startin to piss me off”.

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 58 - The Stormy Night

Originally posted by thegreatficmaster

Originally posted by rainy--blog

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Masterlist for this fic can be found here.

Chapter 58 - A stormy night…

[It’s raining in Alexandria and so Blake suggests that Negan stays over…just for tonight, of course…but the pair finally give in, unable to keep their hands off each other any longer]

WARNING: Major smut/NSFW/dirty talk/swearing…..enjoy! ;)

It was almost midnight by the time Negan and Blake finally wandered into the hallway.

The dark-haired Saviour had finally shrugged on his dark leather jacket, grasped up Lucille from the kitchen worktop and strolled into the small gloomy area behind the caramel-blonde woman.

Blake had somehow just managed to finish washing the dishes with Negan standing behind her almost the entire time, bothering her.

She felt so utterly happy in his presence, despite his incessant teasing and the way in which, even when she attempted to bat him with a handful of soap bubbles, he barely relented with the constant flirting and dirty words whispered into her ear.

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Waking up with Negan would include:

Originally posted by hughxjackman

• Him just loving it whenever he wakes up because of the feeling of your lips on his skin only for him to feel the tension building up in him as deep rumbles travel from his chest up his throat as he’s truly enjoying your touch until it’s unbearable and he can’t do else than let his eyes snap open and flip you beneath him

• Him often keeping you tightly in his arms and preventing you from standing up while telling you that he’s gonna get Simon to change your shift so you can just stay longer with him in bed before he already begins to pull you even closer and lets his lips brush over your skin to give you a foretaste of what could happen if you’d stay with him

• Him telling you his ‘good mornings’ and having to grin, but even more smile about the way your sleepy voice sounds as you mumble it back to him and too often just nuzzle your head back into the curve of his neck and close your eyes again, not wanting to stand up yet

• Him sometimes just waking you up through carefully rolling on top of you and beginning to kiss from your neck down slowly south before waking you up on his very own way as he’s letting you know again what his tongue and fingers can do, all while loving to hear how your small moans slowly become louder

• Whenever he’s still drowsily sitting up, him loving to just pull you over into his lap and wrap his arms tightly around you, all while being glad that can start the day with you and just loving to feel how you let your hands rest on his chest, lean your head against his neck and slightly hum in approval to his touch

• When he has to get up earlier than you, him teasing you a little about the small grumbles and whines you let out in protest when you feel the loss of his warmth  even though he secretly loves to be remembered of how much you love him and his presence and being tempted to just lay back down next to you

• Him enjoying to wake up with you after a long and rough night, all while feeling how your bare body is still pressed against his, only to let his lips brush over the marks and hicks he has left and up to your ear to ask you in a purring tone if you’re in the mood for another round because he definitely is

• Him having to grin and chuckle whenever you drowsily and a bit grumpily close your eyes again and grumble to yourself as he’s waking you up only to lean down to kiss you that deeply that you can’t do else than be immediately wide awake

• When you’re still laying half asleep in his arms and you both need to wake up a little bit more to be able to get out of the bed, him drowsily leaning his head against yours while letting his fingers trace over your arm as he’s just enjoying the last moments before his walkie beeps and he realizes that he really has to get up 

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Carl Doesn’t Have to Know (Negan x Kaitlin)

Originally posted by neqns

Originally posted by sassmastersarahkv

Word Count: 2,025
Genre: Smut
Fandoms: Negan, The Walking Dead, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Pairings: Negan x Kaitlin (Original Female Character)
Rating: Explicit
AO3 Link:
Warnings: Language. Zombies. Heights. Cheating. Oral sex. Vaginal sex.

Summary: Requested by @kaitlinlexieporrini. Carl’s girlfriend Kaitlin narrowly escapes the walker horde at Alexandria with Negan, returning to the Sanctuary with him for a naughty rooftop fling.

Note: I realize that Carl Grimes’ age is a hotly debated topic. His sex life with Kaitlin is vaguely mentioned in this fic, but as I wrote her as being 18 years old, I am also assuming at least for the duration of this story that he is at least 18 as well.


“Fuck!” Negan cursed as he ran away from Alexandria, the once quiet town now overrun with a horde of the walking dead. Rick and company escaped from the opposite end of the main street while Negan and a young girl that he’d never met escaped through a crack in the wall near the front gate. He dragged her along simply because she was there, trying to keep her safe. They careened around the trees, branches snapping beneath their feet, keeping an eye out for walkers and managing to avoid most of them.

“Let me go!” the girl screamed. “I know who you are!”

“Look, little girl, there is no time for this shit! We can get you back to your boy Carl later on! Every moment you waste fighting me is another moment for the walkers to close in. Now come on!” Negan tightened his grip on her arm and continued leading her through the woods to the place where he parked his truck. He shoved her roughly into the driver’s seat. “I call shotgun. Literally. I’m gonna keep this rifle aimed out the window at those walkers just in case. You drive. Fast!”

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 70 - Wine, dirty words & bed

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

Originally posted by couplefeelingz

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….


Chapter 70 - Wine, dirty words and bed

[Negan and Blake play a drinking game. And with a bottle of red wine and some dirty words, it’s understandable they can’t keep their hands off one another…]

WARNINGS: Smut, nsfw, swearing, Negan’s AND Blake's dirty words- all the best things… ;)

“So you’ve never played ‘I’ve never’ with your wives?” said Blake with a small laugh just five minutes later.

The sun was still bright orange in the sky, throwing a warm, hazy sort of glow over the caramel-blonde woman, still sat in the front of the RV, staring out at the view ahead.

Negan, strolling back through the partition that divided the seats up front and the living area behind, gave a bemused chuckle.

“Nope,” he replied with a shake of his head, popping the 'p’ and making a face as he eased the cork out of a dusty old bottle of red wine. “Never had the fucking pleasure, Doll.”

Blake smiled up at him, as he uncorked the wine, before dropping down into the passenger seat immediately beside her with a stiff groan, throwing a leather-clad arm over the back of her seat possessively.

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Love Affair Part 15

Beginning: Love Affair Part 1

Warning: Cussing

Love Affair Part 15

Chapter 26


“Twenty five years?!” I yelled as I jumped out of my seat. “Are you shitting me?! He was protecting me from that asshole!”

“Doll, come on.” Negan said, standing up and taking my hand in his. “Just seat down and relax please.” I shook my head. “If not for me doll.” He place his free hand on my stomach. “For our baby.”

“How sweet.” Danny said in a sarcastic tone as he looked away from us. “Can you be any more nauseating?”

“Shut your fucken mouth or I’ll kick your fucken ass again.” Negan said, stepping in front of me. 

“Mr Morgan, please refrain yourself from causing anymore harm to my client than you already have. Unless you want to add another twenty five years to your sentence.” The Lawyer said as Danny lean back in his chair and smirk.

Negan took a step towards Danny when I took on his arm. He looked down at me and I mouth, don’t. He nodded his head and we both sat back down. 

“Now that we’re settle in.” The Lawyer said, adjusting his glasses. “Like I said Mr Morgan, you are facing twenty five years for assault and battery on my client. Now we’re will to drop the charges if you…”

“Sorry I’m late.” A man walked through the door carrying a pile of paperwork and sitting them on the table. “It took a little longer than I thought to get all my evidence together. How are you holding up Negan?”

“I’ve been better Ben.” Negan said, shaking his hand.

“I’m sorry. Who are you? And what evidence?” The Lawyer said.

“I’m Ben McCormick.” Ben said, smiling at him. “I’m Negan’s lawyer and friend. And as for the evidence. It’s what I found against your client, Mr Evans.”

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Negan being jealous would include:

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

• Him being on his way to visit you on your shift as he notices this one person who’s coming way too close to you and is obviously trying to hit heavily on you.
Even though he sees that you don’t respond to their tries, him immediately feeling the jealousy growing in him

• Him walking over to the both of you right before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you tightly against him and asking the person in a stern tone and with a glare in his eyes why don’t they go back to the work they’re supposed to do

• As soon as the person’s stepping away, him pulling you into a deep and smoldering kiss, all while making sure that the one can still see the both of you from the corner of their eyes

• Him still being that obviously tensed as you come back to your shared room that you already know the reason for his behavior but before you can say or do anything to calm him down and assure him that there’s no reason for any jealousy, you find yourself pinned against the wall

• Him being even rougher and harder than usual with you, truly ensuring that you know who you belong to before making sure that you got nothing and no one else than him on your mind

• Him leaving marks and hickeys all over your body, especially at places where you can’t hide them and where he knows that it’s gonna remind the person whenever they just glance at you that you’re his and only his

• Him even taking it as far as leaving the door open to make sure that anyone just barely near your room and especially this one person can hear you screaming his name as he’s pounding into you

• You having to stop him from going further, calming him down and reassuring him that this person is in no way a danger to your relationship even though you both know that it won’t stop him from keeping an eye on them

• Either way, him making sure that this person has other shifts than you as well as on the other side of the Sanctuary to make sure that they can’t even try to hit on you again

• Outside of your room, him showing even more obvious that there’s no one coming between the two of you by keeping an arm around your waist whenever you’re together or by pulling you into his lap whenever he’s taking a break 

• Him letting this person do the most dangerous and hardest work as well as making them go on long runs, while secretly hoping that a walker gets them and only not punishing them himself because he knows that it would backlash and probably let you turn mad at him

• Besides all that, him having those moments where the fear he’s trying, by all means, to suppress that you might see something better in them overwhelms him, only for his softer sides to show again as he’s trying his best to show you how much you mean to him as well as that he can’t and won’t lose you to anyone  

• As he sees this person way too close to you again and totally ignoring his warnings him paying them a visit with Lucille, threatening them that when he ever sees them trying to take you away from him or even touch you just in the slightest way again, he won’t hesitate to let Lucille teach them a lesson they won’t survive

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The Girl Next Door (Negan Fic) - CHAPTER 1

Butter and Beer

Nicole hung up the cap and gown that shimmered with a fresh royal blue to signify the primary color of Woodbridge University, a local college in Virginia where she’d spent the last four years studying her ass off to get a degree in criminal justice. She was twenty-three years old and after spending the last few years in a little off-campus apartment with some friends, Nicole was feeling both aggravated and nostalgic upon returning to her parents’ house in the suburbs. They got along just fine, though the freedoms that had gone along with renting out her own place were now reeled in a bit tighter.

She was an adult and on the verge of possibly getting her dream job and kick-starting life after college, though she knew any night she preferred to be out on the town her mother’s text would surely come in at midnight asking when she would be home. Nicole wasn’t completely unappreciative. She knew her parents meant well and that they wouldn’t completely hold her back. Still, she dreamed of the day soon when she would be able to move out and possibly buy a place of her own.

Maybe a little condo by the water, she imagined in her daydreams. Still, she had taken her father’s advice in moving back home to save some money until that magical day occurred and some high-and-mighty supervisor shook her hand with the phrase, “We’d like to welcome you to our staff.”

Soon, Nicole reminded herself. She glanced around her old bedroom and sighed. The nostalgic memories of the old days - high school and before- entered her mind in rapid-fire style and she couldn’t help but smile. She remembered the sleepovers with her best friends in that room; getting ready for prom; sneaking in her old high school boyfriend once or twice…

Those were good days too, she knew.

Nicole smiled to herself and sat down on the edge of her bed. It all felt odd. Her former sanctuary felt slightly foreign and she couldn’t wholly pinpoint why. Sure, some time had passed but it wasn’t that long.

She removed her phone from her pocket and began to shoot her friend Holly a text to see what she was up for the night. Spending just a few, lonely minutes in her old bedroom was already making her feel depressed and so she prayed that some friends would be around to go grab a drink with or maybe a bite to eat.

Nicole let out another sigh and wandered over to the window, flinging it open to let some air in as the late May air grew more humid as the day progressed.

Next door she spotted a man standing behind a grill as smoke filtered up above him in a faint, little cloud as he flipped what she assumed was a burger with a pair of metal tongs.

“Hey, honey.”

Nicole jumped at her mother’s voice and then snickered at her own jumpiness. “Hey.” She pressed her eyebrows together and motioned out the window as her mother entered the room. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, I guess it never came up in conversation,” her mother said with a shrug, “That’s our new neighbor… moved in back in January.”

Nicole glanced back out the window and her mother followed her stare.

“I think he’s married,” her mother teased with a giggle from behind, “And a bit too old for you.”

She whipped around and made a face. “I’m not… I’m not checking him out. I’m just asking why there’s a stranger in the Wilsons’ backyard.” Nicole smirked and raised her eyebrows, “Maybe if my mother told me things I wouldn’t have to play detective.”

“Isn’t that what you got your degree in criminal justice for?”

Nicole chuckled, knowing her mother could most certain outwit her in a verbal battle. “And I’m 23 years old. No one’s too old for me anymore.”

“Well, in that case I hear they just built a nice, new nursing home down the road with plenty of widowed men.” She tapped her daughter on the back, “I can drive you there if you’d like.”

“No thanks.”

The two of them shared a laugh and her mother continued, “Will you be joining your father and I for dinner tonight? We were thinking of doing the Chili’s and then heading to a play at the little theater downtown. The kids are putting on Grease.”

Nicole smiled and felt her phone vibrate in her hands. She cleared her throat. “It’s Holly.”

“So, I guess the answer is going to be no,” her mother suspected.

“Hmm… um…” She glanced down at her friend’s message stating she was working until close at another restaurant in town. Nicole scrunched her nose in disappointment but replied to her mother, “Yeah, I think we’re going to grab some appetizers and a few beers.”

“Not too many.”

“Of course not.” Nicole rolled her eyes but smiled again and exchanged a hug with her mother. “I’ll be around for awhile so we’ll catch up.”

“Alright.” Her mother kissed her cheek, “Keep in touch.”

“Okay,” she agreed and then cleared her throat when she turned to go. “Mom, what’s his name?”


“The neighbor,” Nicole went on, “I should probably introduce myself since I’m going to be a resident of 45 Harding Drive again.”

“Negan,” her mother replied, “His name is Negan.”

Nicole wandered out to the back steps, sweeping her hair into a ponytail as her parents took off for the evening. She had waited for them to go before she popped open a beer - a habit she’d had on most Friday nights over the course of the last four years. Still, she felt a little funny drinking in front of them even though she was closing in on her mid-twenties.

The ice cold beverage tasted better than normal because of the incoming heat. She sighed and leaned her elbows back on the top step of the set of four that led from the back door into the oversized backyard.

As much as Nicole had wanted to have a night out with friends she felt completely content and relaxed on her own. It gave her time to think; to decompress; to become familiar again with her old surroundings.

For a moment she took it all in, sitting there silently as the sun completely lowered itself behind a row of trees that extended for miles beyond the edge of the back yard.

“Karen?” a deep, scratchy voice made Nicole jump for the second time that night. She put a hand on her chest and glanced off to the side when she realized a man had called out her mother’s name.

The neighbor, she thought.

Nicole cleared her throat and rose to her feet, leaving the beer on the top step. “No… Nicole.” She took a few steps in his direction though he met her just a few feet beyond the steps.

“Nicole?” His features became clear when he stepped into a small, back light beside the door. The man smiled wider revealing a set of perfectly white teeth and dimples making themselves known from beneath a trim beard. “Tim and Karen’s daughter?”

She looked down sheepishly and smiled before lifting her eyes to meet his stare. “Yeah.”

His eyes shifted to the beer and his grin widened even more before he extended a hand. “I’m Negan… your neighbor.”

“Nice to meet you.” Nicole gave a closed-mouth smile and took in his appearance, consciously telling herself not to stare. From beneath a white t-shirt she could see the tail of tattoos on either arm.

Negan cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine,” she assured him and then cleared her throat, “Do you want a beer or something?”

He chuckled and gave a wink, “No thanks. I was actually just coming over to see if I could borrow some butter.”

Nicole felt like an electric current had struck her body when he winked at her. “Oh, well…” She glanced over her shoulder at the back door and then back to Negan.

“You don’t have to,” he assured her, unable to keep the grin from his face. “You don’t fuckin’ know me yet so-”

“No,” she laughed from his choice of words, “No, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Negan’s deep voice cut through her like a knife and he kept his eyes firmly locked on hers.

Nicole nodded, unable to look away for a moment and then waved him with her inside.

“Don’t forget your brew here, doll.” He reached down at scooped up the beer as she flung the back door open.

She smiled again, “Thanks.”

Negan winked and followed her in, before glancing around at the modest but modern kitchen. “You, uh… you even old enough to drink this shit?” He motioned to the can.

Nicole rolled her eyes, “I can show you my ID if that makes you feel any better.” She flung open the refrigerator, “I know my parents are going to treat me like I’m in high school again.”

“Well… they’re just trying to protect you,” Negan informed her, toying with the beer can now. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-three.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, somewhat pleased to catch him staring - or so she thought.

Negan put the can down and switched his gaze to anywhere but Nicole.

“Here.” Nicole removed a stick of butter and crossed the room to hand it to him. When the butter landed in his hand she decided to be bold and didn’t immediately let it go, “How old are you?”

He chuckled before holding a wicked smirk and again held her captive with his playfully intense eyes. “How old do you think I am doll?”

She stared back, somewhat used to gaining control over the guys she had dated or been interested in in the past. This time she felt a bit outmatched and part of it was her instant attraction to him. When Negan took one step in her direction, Nicole swallowed hard and shrugged to give a random answer.


Negan laughed a little louder, putting a hand on his stomach. He ran the other hand through his slicked back hair and pointed at her. “You’re so full of shit.”

Nicole smiled at him, “I was thinking more of thirty-eight, thirty-nine.”

He sucked his teeth and gave her one look up-and-down before smiled wide again. When he didn’t say anything in response Nicole flat out asked, “Am I right?”

“Forty-one,” Negan finally informed her after a long pause.

“Over the hill then?”

He snickered and then motioned to the fridge, “Ya know… I will have that beer if you don’t mind.”

Nicole smiled and laughed for a moment before making her way to fetch one for him. When she placed a bottle of Bud Lite in his hand he used the counter to pop the top rather than twist it. When the dented bottle cap fell to the floor and danced in circles for a moment she glanced back up to find him continuing to stare as he took a long swig from the bottle.

Negan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Your dad going to notice that a few of these are missing?”

“They’re mine,” Nicole informed him, “And I’m not-”

“A kid, I know…” Negan rolled his eyes now and the two of them shared a laugh, “Believe me when you’re my age you’ll love that someone will accuse you of being younger.”

“I’m sure I will.”

He reached down and scooped up the cap from the ground and then held it out in his palm. When she went to reach for it he closed his hand and decided to continue to tease her.

“I’ll take it,” Negan offered, “Don’t want you to get caught drinking these things when your parents come home.” He took another sip and Nicole rolled her eyes.

“You know, I could’ve guessed you were fifty.”

He sighed after removing the bottle from his lips. “Smart mouth on you,” Negan flashed his index finger at her with the hand that held the bottle, “I like it.”

Nicole looked down and laughed again, feeling her cheeks grow hot from his remark.

“Anyway, I should be getting back.” Negan continued to smile, almost triumphantly at her and winked again. “It was nice meeting you, Nicole.”

“It was nice meeting you too… Negan.”

He held her gaze for an extra second, forcing him to smirk a final time before heading out the back door.

“Thanks for the beer honey,” he said casually, “I’ll see ya around.”

Cherry Lips (Negan x Kimi)

Word Count: 2,762
Genre: Smut
Fandoms: Negan, The Walking Dead, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Pairings: Negan x Kimi (Original Female Character)
Rating: Explicit
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Warnings: Language. Confrontation. Firearms. Shooting guns. Near car accident. Inappropriate erections. Writing on skin. Oral sex. Blowjob with teeth. Vaginal Sex.

Summary: Written for Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge. Negan picks up a haul from Alexandria and is then held at gunpoint by a rival group. He meets his match in their bold red-lipsticked leader, Kimi, who demands a private meeting to negotiate a naughty trade.

Negan and his men were headed back to the Sanctuary from Alexandria after a very successful pickup. Negan didn’t need to be there but he went along to indulge in his favorite pastime of antagonizing Rick. Driving along the wooded path, his truck first in the line of vehicles, he smirked to himself and tapped the steering wheel to the beat of a song that only he could hear.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Simon said, side-eying the boss man a bit. Of course, while there was respect between the two men, Simon didn’t think of Negan as his boss, but more of an equal. For the most part, Negan felt the same, and that was why their relationship went on so smoothly compared to the way things were with the other Saviors.

Negan whistled and slapped the steering wheel. “You’re damn fucking right I’m in a good mood, buddy boy! There is nothing I love more than getting under Rick the Prick’s skin.” He laughed, picturing what the scene back at Alexandria must be like after he left Rick emasculated once again. “Did you see him squirming back there? Fucking priceless.”

“That I did, boss. That I did. I think we got ourselves the ideal whipping boy.” Simon nodded his head with satisfaction and took a swig from the can of orange soda that he had pilfered from their haul, wiping the neon liquid from his thick mustache. “Goddamn, life is good.”

Just as Negan was about to agree with him, the front tire of the truck was shot out. The truck skidded and came close to wrapping itself around a tree before Negan could get the brakes to do their job. “What the shit? Lucille, give me strength!”

In front of them, partially concealed by the dense growth of the woods, was a band of survivors outfitted with a respectable arsenal. Negan’s men were already out of their trucks and aiming their weapons at this new group when Negan stepped out and commanded them to hold their fire.

“Weapons down,” he said assuredly, directing his words to both his men and theirs, approaching these newcomers without apprehension. “If you wanted us dead, you would have shot us by now. I’m a man who likes to negotiate. What is it that you’re after?”

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 50 - Long, lonely nights

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Originally posted by pinkriver69

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 50 - Long, lonely nights

[Blake and Negan, now living so far apart, realise just how much they miss one another, on those long, lonely nights…]

WARNING: This chapter contains smut/NFSW/themes of masturbation.

The days seemed to drift slowly by…

You’d have expected that with each day that passed, for Blake, things would get easier, with memories of her short time at the Sanctuary slowly drifting away.

But they didn’t.

Things of course went by as usual at Alexandria. Rick, Sasha, Michonne, Rosita, as well as others, would go out, day-to-day, try to find guns, or at least try and scavenge enough food to keep the Saviours at bay for their next offering.

But as the hours and days ticked by, Blake felt herself becoming more distant and withdrawn from the type of life she had so been used to here.

It had been strange, at first, to be back….with faces, some she recognised, some she didn’t, all whispering behind their hands about her…gossiping, speculating….mainly about David’s death…but sometimes Blake had caught sentences slip from people’s mouths…callous and uncaring…

“I don’t know….he always seemed nice to me…”

“Yeah…you don’t know…maybe she’s lying…..I mean, he seemed like a good guy…and if he did hit her, well, maybe she did something to deserve it….”

“What? Like betray us?”

“Well you never really know about some people do you…?”

This had been one example of a conversation two middle-aged women from across the street had murmured to one another, when they had thought Blake had been out of earshot.

But talk like that was common here. For what else did anyone have to gossip about these days? Although that still didn’t make it hurt any less.

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Dying in Negan’s arms would include:

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

• Him just staring heavily breathing and with panic in his eyes at you as your weak body sinks into his arms

• Him quietly and with a tensed but trembling voice saying your name and his nicknames for you over and over again trying to make you look at him and beginning to panic more before he sees how you slowly but with a pain filled glance begin to look at him

• Him feeling how the pain spreads through his body as he sees how much you’re suffering only for him to cup the side of your cheek gently while telling you with an even more trembling voice that he’s going to fix all this, that you’ll be fine and that he’s not gonna let anything come into his way of doing so

• Him feeling how tears begin to burn in his eyes as he helplessly sees you squirming in pain while he tries to do anything he can to soothe it, only to feel how the fear and pain get stronger as he realizes how helpless he is while you turn weaker and weaker

• The memories about how he lost Lucille just being fresh back in his mind to terrorize him while the panic about losing the person he loves again conquers him and all he can think of is that he can’t lose you and that he can’t let that happen again

• Him telling you to stay with him, all while holding you tightly and stroking with his thumb over your cheek before it breaks out of him and he begs you with a bigger and bigger growing lump in his throat to not leave him

• Him always searching for your glance, trying to not let you go in any way while the first tears roll over his rough cheeks as the desperation about not being able to help you grows until it’s unbearable while he tries everything in his mind to suppress the thought that you might die in his arms

• Him hearing how your weak voice tries to tell him something, only for him to lean in closer to you again before he hears how you form words

• Him being completely quiet as he hears how you quietly tell him that you love him while he feels how just more tears burn in his eyes as he tells you how much he loves you too and assures you again that he’s here with you and always will and won’t leave your side

• Him leaning down to lean his forehead against yours, still while cupping your cheek to make sure that you feel him with you and while trying everything to give you comfort and soothe your pain

• Him beginning to tremble more and panic as he sees your eyes flutter before he calls out for you to stay with him and that he can’t also lose you as well as finally the heavy breathing of his turns into helpless sobs while he still tries to suppress what could happen to you right there in his arms

• His mind stopping to have any kind of barriers before he begins to tell you with tears almost drowning his voice how you are his everything, that you made him feel again, how much he needs you as well as how much better you made him and his life only to tell you that he won’t let you go all while trying everything to make you stay conscious

• Him breaking as your glance meets his for the last time before your eyes slowly close all while he begins to call as loud as his voice can out for you to stay with him before the sobs drown his voice as the final thought comes into his mind that he is losing you right now

• Him begging you to open your eyes again, to come back to him while the sight of your lifeless face and the feeling of your dead body tortures him

• His hand still holding your face as he leans down to press his forehead against yours, trying to beg you again while most of the words turn into sobs and even whimpers as he presses your body against his while just trying to feel you again

• Him just staying that way for an endless-seeming while, cowering on the ground with your dead body in his arms, his body exhausted from all the sobs and the pain that just keeps growing while he slowly realizes that he has lost the most important person in his life, that he failed because he couldn’t protect you like he had always told you all while his mind makes him painfully remember all moments with you and that he won’t get to ever have them again

• Him hearing muffled how footsteps come closer and eventually how Simon tries to tell him that you’re gone and he has to stop it before you turn only for him to try to yell at Simon but just not having enough strength left to do that

• Him just letting Simon growling know to leave him the fuck alone with you here while knowing that he is actually right and he has to do it, especially because he regretted that he hadn’t done it for Lucille

• Him placing a kiss on your forehead telling you the last time that he loves you before reaching out to his knife before he crumples again as he sees his knife next to your head and the painful thought that this all is going to be terribly real as soon as it’s done conquers his mind

• Him having dozens of unsuccessful attempts before he softly cups the back of your neck, lets your head rest in the curve of his neck and closes his eyes before he gives himself the hardest push he has ever given himself and digs the knife into the back of your head before hastily and almost panicking sliding it out and tossing it away from him

• Him just feeling how it breaks out of him again, even though his body is only able to get out quiet sobs and whimpers anymore, while your head is still nuzzled into the crook of his neck, his hands are entangled in your hair and he’s holding you tightly, almost the same as he had held you so often while falling asleep with you

• Him just staying that way, with his face pressed against your neck and still strongly trembling while he just knows that you wouldn’t want him to turn numb and fall into this emptiness again and that he can’t let you down and have that happen, even though he doesn’t know how to go on without you, nor what in his life should ever make him happy again now that you’re gone

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“What are you drawing?” You asked, trying to get a peek ay Negan’s doodles.

“Nothing too crazy, don’t you worry.” He replied, continuing to draw freely across your skin.

“Can I see it?” You asked playfully.

“Oh no, I’m not even close to being done. Masterpieces like this take some freaking time!Negan said.

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 4.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Are You Jealous?

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse)
Negan and Simon see you having coffee with one of your classmates.
Word Count: 7,618
Warning: SMUT!!! (Angry sex, masturbation, voyeurism, and dirty talk)
Author’s Note: Man, oh man. I am having so much fun writing this. I hope everyone that is reading this is enjoying it just as much as I am writing it!! Enjoy!!! :)

Taglist: @oceaninwinter

(GIF Source: @mark-hamil || @rottenwasp)

After a week of non-stop working at both bars, it was finally your day off. Negan and Simon made your second job much easier and you quickly learned all the drinks at Simon’s bar. Business was booming in both businesses and it seemed like the ongoing feud between Chris and Simon was slowly dissipating.

You managed to sleep in until ten-thirty in the morning. As usual, you reached for your phone to look through your emails and unread text messages. Your classmate in one of your classes had sent a message to meet up later today for a cup of coffee. You agreed.

Though, as you continued to read through your messages, you noticed the group chat that you shared with Negan and Simon. It seemed like both men had sent pictures to you. You giggled, simply because Negan and Simon taking photos of their breakfast was a bit hilarious.

Negan: Breakfast is fucking served.
Simon: Omelette? That’s what you made?
Negan: What the fuck did you make then?
Simon: [picture message sent]
Negan: Pancakes? What the fuck? Who do you think you are? Gordon Ramsay?
Simon: A woman loves a man who can cook.
Negan: I can fucking cook!

You laughed quietly, deciding to send both men a photo of you lying in your bed. You were lying on your side, a pillow covering half of your face and the blanket up to your shoulders. Awaiting their reply, you decided to stretch your limbs before climbing out of bed to make yourself a cup of coffee.

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