“I really don’t wanna go down there.” Olivia said, shaking her head as she held onto the bucket of hot water.
“Then why do you do it?” You said confused as you looked back at her. You could see just how much she hated her job of having to take care of Negan.
“It’s just the job Rick gave to me, and I thought I could handle it.” She said, walking hesitantly to the basement door of the abandoned building you were currently in.
“Don’t. I’ll go.” You said with a shrug, “It can’t be that hard.”
You hadn’t been with the group long, you weren’t around for this whole “war” that they often talked about, which led to the way they were living their lives now. You always heard about the man they called Negan, but had never met him, but from the things that you had heard - all the stories - he was someone that everyone once feared, and for good reason. If half of what you heard was true, then he was terrifying. It made you nervous to even offer to trade jobs with her, but you saw how much she truly despised it, and figured that it would be easier on you than her. Your job was to stay upstairs and keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and having full permission from Rick to take Negan out if he tried to escape.
“No, (Y/N). I really shouldn’t, I don’t know how Rick would feel about it.” She answered. She was saying no, but you could see in her eyes that she wanted to say yes to it. It wouldn’t take much more pushing of the question to get her to agree.
You crossed you arms, “Rick doesn’t have to know, okay? We won’t tell him.”
“Negan would tell him.” She said matter-of-factly.
“Why would he do that?” You were genuinely confused now.
“That statement alone let’s me know that you don’t need to do this, (Y/N). He can’t be trusted, you don’t know him like the rest of us.” She warned.
You were beginning to grow just a little annoyed. You were offering her a chance to get out of it, and she seemed to come up with every excuse to say no.
You sighed and took a step closer to her, “I’ll ask him not to tell Rick, okay? And even if he tells him, so what? We’ll tell Rick you don’t wanna do this anymore. You can sit up here and keep a lookout while I deal with him.”
She pressed her lips together with a worried expression on her face, thinking it over until finally have you a reluctant nod, “Okay, okay.. I’ll let you do it.”
“Alright.” You said, your face was a blank expression, but inside you were nervous and intrigued all at once, you were finally gonna meet the man everyone has been afraid of.
She handed over the bucket of water to you, “You take this, and let him clean up.” She trailed off as she reached into her pocket to pull out a small leather pouch, “You’ll need this too if he wants to shave.. I’m assuming you know how to use one of these?” She said as she pulled a flap back on the pouch to reveal a straight razor.
You nodded, “It can’t be that hard, I just know I’d have to be extra careful.. I’m shaving him?” You said with a confused expression.
“Yes, you do. We never let him do it himself. You should also make sure that he keeps his distance.” She said, giving you a concerned look.
“You’re talking like he’s psychotic, or something, Olivia.” Your forehead creased.
“I don’t say it lightly, (Y/N). Keep your guard up at all times.. Here, you’ll need this, too, obviously.” She said as she reaching into her pocket, pulling out a small shiny object - it was the key to Negan’s cell.
You nodded again and stuffed the leather pouch into your pocket, taking the key from her, “I will.” You turned the knob of the basement door slowly, the creaking of it disturbing the silence, the draft of cold, damp air hitting you. You gave Olivia one more glance before you turned to walk down the rickety wooden steps as she shut the door behind you tightly. You had to admit you were a bundle of nerves going down there, you were shaking and it wasn’t from the cool air of the drafty basement. When you got to the bottom step, you took a moment to collect yourself, taking in a deep breathe. You could see the makeshift cell that has been welded against the wall. You glanced nervously into the darkened cell, just barely being able to make out a silhouette of the man named Negan.
You jumped suddenly when a voice sounded from the other side of the bars.
“Y'know I started to fuckin’ ask when Olivia had such a dramatic goddamn weight loss.” A deep voice said in a cheeky tone.
You approached the bars cautiously, setting down the bucket, “I’m not Olivia.”
“Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that out on my own.” He said matter-of-factly. You could hear scraping on the concrete floor as his silhouette became bigger, he must have been sitting on the floor. You were finally granted your first glimpse of the man as he approached the bars, feeding his arms through them. You weren’t disappointed with the sight, he was tall, and more handsome than you had expected him to be. He was sporting a full beard, but his hair was short and slicked back against his skull, compared to his beard it must have been cut recently. You looked down at your feet for a moment, not being able to keep contact with his dark, intimidating eyes for very long.
“Where the fuck is my dear, Olivia? Not that I’m complaining, this is a nice fuckin’ change of scenery.” He said slowly, you looked back to see his tongue darting from between his lips. You could feel his eyes on your body, and suddenly you lost your voice.
“You’re not gonna fuckin’ ignore me now, are you?” He spoke sternly, regaining your attention.
You shook your head quickly, “No sir- I mean, Negan. She’s- she’s upstairs. I traded with her.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Sir? That’s fuckin’ sweet of you. What’s your name, darlin’?”
Your mouth relaxed into a thin line, “(Y/N)”
He gave you a dangerous, yet charming smirk, “That is a beautiful name.”
You bit your lip, trying not to let a smile break through, “Thank you.” You fiddled with your fingers absentmindedly as the silence filled the air again.
Negan leaned against the bars, “You seem pretty fuckin’ nervous.”
“Well, you are pretty infamous around here.” You admitted.
Negan chuckled, letting his teeth scrape over his bottom lip, “Yeah? According to fuckin’ who - Rick?”
You nodded slowly, “Him and the others. I’ve heard things.”
“You don’t look too fuckin’ familiar to me. I’m guessing you’re new?” He smirked cockily.
You were still nervous, but there was something about him that made you relax just a bit, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing that had a chance of getting you into some deep shit.
“I am. I wasn’t around for the war that everyone talks about. I’ve been here for about 3 months, give or take a few weeks.”
His lips parted as he gave you a coy grin, “I’ve been stuck behind these fuckin’ bars for almost a year now. After hearing the stories, you didn’t even fuckin’ bother to pay a visit to the resident jail bird, darlin’?”
You gave him a weak smile and shrugged, “Well I imagine you wouldn’t want people to come down here to gawk at you like a caged animal, and frankly, I was scared.”
“But I am a fuckin’ animal, sweetheart.” He said confidently, his white teeth peekimg through his lips.
He has a dark look in his eyes, that was almost.. Seductive.. The way his eyes trailed over you as he said it made you realize that he was hinting that he was an animal not just for his crimes, but for a more primal reason. A sudden, familiar heat rose up inside of you, a heat you hadn’t felt In a long time, and one that you so often ached to feel again. It was startling, you bit down on your lip hard, almost certain you had broken the skin. Negan making you feel this way - especially so soon - was wrong, it made you uncomfortable and excited all at once. You did your best to keep your composure as you felt the dampness between your legs increasing. You had to avert your eyes away from him again, his stare was so intense. You were sure he’d see right through you, and if he did, he spared you the embarrassment of letting it be known.
“Sweetheart, are you gonna give me my bucket of water any fuckin’ time soon? I’d like to use it before it gets cold.” He said, parting his hands as he leaned his head against a cell bar.
You closed your eyes, exhaling a shaky breath and dipped your hand into your pocket to pull the key out, “Yes, I’m sorry.” You approached his cell door, glancing at him timidly as you reached out to shove the key into the lock, turning it until there was a click. You pulled the door slowly, your hands gripping so tightly around one of the bars that your knuckles were turning white for fear he was going to dart from behind the bars. You held your breathe as he pulled his arms back through the bars and sauntered over to the door. He towered over you, forcing you to look up to meet his gaze and up close it was even more intimidating and.. Sexy. If he took it upon himself to try to escape there’s no way in hell you could have stopped him. He gave you a sly smirk as he bent down to grab the bucket and take it back into his cell, and it took everything in you to keep you from melting then and there. There was something about that man that was absolutely intoxicating. You weren’t the kind of woman to swoon for a man who gave you just the least bit of attention, but even you couldn’t deny the charm that radiated off of him.
You backed away from the cell, leaving the door ajar. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do next, you felt your cheeks flush red again as you glanced over to see the white t-shirt he was wearing being pulled from his body. He was toned and had a few stray tattoos here and there, most notably being the cross on his left arm. If the top half looked this good, what else did he have hidden away under his clothes? You brushed the thought away, scolding yourself internally for thinking such a thing.
You could feel your palms getting clammy, “I should give you some privacy.”
He snorted and dipped a rag into the bucket, “Don’t fuckin’ get shy on my account, darlin’. Sweet thing usually fuckin’ sits over there and reads until I’m done.” He said gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room.
“Oh.. Right.” You said bashfully as you turned quickly, heading for the chair before he could take anymore clothes off. You sat down, keeping your eyes at your feet, trying to hold back your temptation to sneak a peek at this man. You tapped your foot lightly on the ground, you could hear the unzipping of his pants now and your eyes scanned along the floor momentarily, but they snapped back to your feet once his voice sounded again.
“How do you fuckin’ like it around here?” He said, sloshing water around in the bucket.
You gave a shrug, assuming that he was looking at you, “It’s nice. It’s sort of boring, but with the way stuff is now, I guess I should be thankful for a boring life.”
You heard him chuckle, “You don’t strike me as a boring girl, darlin’. You look like your prone to getting into some shit.”
You smirked, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. A few moments passed, the silence fell over the room again, the only sound to be heard was the sound of water. Your temptation was beginning to override you and your curiosity had taken over you, your eyes trailed along the floor again. Fuck it. You eyes quickly darted forward, making contact with his bare body, and the sight was not disappointing either. Your eyes widened at the sight, your legs clenched involuntarily as felt the dampness between to legs beck not noticeable than before. This man was supposed to be so terrible and evil, but here you were lusting after him after you just met.
“It you want a better fuckin’ look at my dick, just say so, sweetheart.” His deep time called, breaking your concentration on his body.
You had a look of guilt on your face as you met his eyes in embarasment. He stood there, smirking as he dropped the rag back into the bucket.
You closed your eye tightly, shaking your head, “I- I’m sorry.” You opened one eye back up slowly.
He bit his lip, “It doesn’t fuckin’ bother me, darlin’. Don’t get much fuckin’ action from women these days, and try as I fuckin’ might, your other half up there won’t give me the time of fuckin’ day.. Is she a goddamn carpet muncher or something?” He said as he pulled his pants back on.
You chewed your lip “No, I don’t think so..”
He sniffed and gave you a shrug as he walked out of his cell, setting the bucket outside, his shirtless chest still glistening from the water running down it, “Could’ve fooled me. Shit, I’ve been trying to get her for months - and nothing - not even a sad eyecontactless handjob.”
Your lips parted slightly as your hand clamped over your face, trying to stifle back laughter.
He sucked his teeth as he walked forward, “Is it that amusing, babydoll?”
You shook your head, “I’m sorry. After all the things I’ve heard.. I never expected you to be funny.”
He shrugged and gave you a smile, “It wasn’t a joke, but what-the-fuck-ever. Do you have the razor, darlin’. I’d like to get this goddamn bush off my face.” He said run in his hand through his beard.
You gave a nod as you stood up, “I do.” You pulled the chair to the middle of the room to let him sit in it. He watched you intently as you pulled the leather pouch from your pants pocket to take the razor out.
“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really know what I’m doing with this.” You confessed, your eyebrows knitting together.
He intertwined his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the chair “Just try not to slit my fuckin’ throat, darlin’. You’re gonna need to sharpen it first of all.”
He closed his eyes with a smirk, “See this belt looking shit right here?” He said reaching around the back of the chair to pull on what looked like a strip of leather, “You sharpen it with this.”
“Okay, then I definitely don’t know what I’m doing.” You huffed, running a hand over your face.
“Here, give it to me.” He said reaching out for it.
You backed up quickly, pulling the arm that held it behind you. Giving him a hostile look. Did he think you were that stupid?
He gave you a call smile and blinked, “I’m serious. Look, if I wanted to fuckin’ escape, I wouldn’t need a dull fuckin’ straight razor to do it, babydoll.” He said leaning forward, his tone was serious, not the joking-nonchalant one he had been using the majority of the time.
You knew it was probably a terrible idea, and your mind was screaming at you not to do it, but you couldn’t help but believe him, and his natural charm wasn’t any help in keeping you cautious of him for very long. You let out a breathe and took a slow step towards him, reaching out to give it to him. You felt the chills run down your body when his hand made contact with yours, his fingers lingering over your skin longer than they should have before he pulled back, taking the one object he shouldn’t have been allowed do have in his hand. You had to let your mind adjust to the situation, you could only imagine Olivia’s face if she she saw this shit. You took a step back as you carefully watched the razor in his grasp as he stepped to the back of the chair, pulling the leather strap tightly to run the blade of the razor back and forth across it. This was a dangerous situation, and you knew it, but it seemed to excite you further at the same time. You could see the muscles in his bare arm flexing each time he moved. Your teeth found your bottom lip again, giving it a generous tug as you watched him. It was so easy to go into a trance-like state while you watched him, any movement he made being done with fluidity and ease, only making you all the more intrigued by him. You listened to the scraping of the blade against the leather, it was somewhat soothing as it eased the tense air of the room. You were snapped out of your transfixed state when when the scraping stopped. You swallowed, there was a lump im your throat when he turned back towards you, the sharpened razor still in his hand. You exhaled shakily.. Was this it? Was he gonna slit your throat and escape? So many thoughts were running through you as he stepped towards you, your body tensing, preparing for whatever he was going to do next. But you relaxed just as fast as you had been bracing yourself for something terrible.
He folded the razor back into itself, extending his arm to hand it over to you, “Might wanna be extra fuckin’ careful, sugar. It’s sharp as shit, and I’m not in the mood to get my throat slit today.”
You took it from his hand, giving him an obedient nod, surprised that he even gave it back to you at all, “I handn’t planned on it.” You smirked.
He finally sat back down, giving you some peace of mind when he did so. You walked around the the back of the chair to a small table that sat beside the wall. It was obviously Olivia’s setup for when she had the job of shaving him. You grabbed a can of shaving cream that sat on it and a clean rag before walking back over to him. His hands were back behind his head again, and his legs were kicked out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. You had to admit, you sort of admired that about him. He truly didn’t give a shit.
You held the can out to him, “I’m sure this part you can manage yourself, right?” You said teasingly.
He gave you a challenging expression and reached out to take the can from you, “You’ve sorta got a fuckin’ attitude on you, don’t you?”
“No more than you seem to have.” You brushed some hair behind your ear, giving a small smile as he began to cover his beard with shaving cream, “Females with an attitude intimidate you, or something?”
He ran his hand over his beard, his eyes shifting to you, giving you an almost dangerous look, and you decided at that moment maybe you should choose your words more carefully, he was still some who was unpredictable in his actions. His eyes narrowed as they continued to burn into yours as he handed the can back to you.
“No. I’ve always had a fuckin’ thing for the ones with an attitude.. They were always more fun to break.” He said, clearing his throat.
You turned quickly to bring the can back to the table, happy to get away from his gaze for another moment, mainly because you didn’t want him to see you blushing, yet again. It was beginning to get ridiculous. You took in a breath and walked back in from of him, opening up the razor slowly as you stood beside him, your nervousness growing again once you realized you were going to get extra up close and personal with him. You knew it wasn’t that you were were fearful of him harming you, it was for the fact that it would be would no secret to him now that you were weakened by his charming nature.
You stood there for a moment, overlooking his features before you finally reached out, placing your free hand on his head. He complied easily enough, tilting his head to the side as your brought down the razor, being careful not to cut him as you slid it down his cheek, listening to the scraping of it against his skin. He often shifted his eyes, looking at you out the corner of them. Once the first stroke was done, you were a little more confident in what you were doing.
“Shit, that was easy enough, huh?” He said as you wiped the razor on the rag, before bringing it back up to his skin again.
“Yeah, you’re still alive. I’d say I’m not doing too bad.” You smirked.
“Tell me something about your fuckin’ self, darlin’. You got yourself a man.. Or a fuckin’ woman? Can’t imagine something as pretty as you is single.” He said shifted his eyes over to you once, again giving you another sly grin.
You shook your head slowly, trying to keep your concentration as the razor glided across his skin again, “No. I was with someone, but that was a very long time ago.”
Negan hummed softly, giving you that dangerous look again. It had become apparent now that, that look made you susceptible to becoming very hot and bothered. The thought of throwing your leg over him and taking a seat brushed across your mind, you wondered how he would react. You bit the inside of your cheek roughly for letting these intruding thoughts keep popping into your mind. You finally finished with one side of his face, you looked down at his legs that were splayed out, blocking you.
You looked at him timidly, “Could you uh- your legs.”
“Sure fuckin’ thing, sweetheart.” He said clearing his throat as he sat up straight in the chair.
You moved in front of him, noting mentally that you were in the perfect position to straddle him for real now. You closed your eyes briefly. These thoughts didn’t seem like they were ever gonna stop, and you weren’t sure that you really wanted them to. You leaned forward, your hands sliding into his hair again, the sound of the razor over his skin filling the room. You followed his gaze and he made no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were locked onto your cleavage, his teeth brushing over his bottom lip. As if you weren’t hot enough over him already, the sight of lust in his eyes as he stared at your full breasts through the thin shirt you were wearing surely did it for you. You gave a small, mischievous smirk to yourself and leaned down a little further, making it seem like you wanted to be extra precise in shaving him, but in reality, you were teasing him, but of course he knew it. He raised his eyes up to you, meeting yours again. It was a dark, hungered look in his eyes and you could see his jaw flaring as he clenched his teeth tightly. You had to look away from him again, it was more intense than any stare he had given you yet, and you could feel your core clenching around nothing as your arousal began to meet it’s peak. At this point, you weren’t sure who was driving who crazy. The sexual tension in the room was no secret. It was a heavy, aching feeling.
As you got to the last bit of hair, you tried to shave it quickly. As you stood over him, your breast still in his face, you could feel the warmth of his fingertips as they brushed lightly over your legs. You swallowed hard as they rested lightly on the outside of your jeans. He was testing you to see how far you’d let him go, and at this point you were a practically a puddle beneath him, willing to let him do whatever he wanted, but trying - and failing - to keep that a secret. Once you finally finished, you backed up slowly from him, folding the razor back down and walked over to the table to set it down, grabbing another clean rag to hand to him.
He took it and wipe off the remnants of the shaving cream.
“You’re all done.” You said, exhaling, “Is that all you needed?”
He finished wiping his face and tossed the rag back onto the table before looking at you again, “That’s not all I fuckin’ need, darlin’.”
You were both locked in a staring competition now. Neither of you looked away, and you getting up the courage to not shy away from him this time as the sexual tension in the room seemed to boil over. You inhaled deeply, unwavering as you took one step towards him.
“What is it?” You said. You stood firm, but your voice was shaking.
He reached out again, letting a hand wrap around your thigh this time, running to your back, and down to grab your ass. A silent sign escaping your lips. Every nerve in your body seemed like it was on fire, and once Negan sensed that you were just as starved for some contact as he was. He wasted no time in yanking you down to him. You gasped quickly as the sudden jerk of your body as he brought you down to his lips, kissing you hungrily as his tongue darted between your lips. You held onto the back of the chair, finally getting to fulfill your though of straddling him as you threw one leg over him, settling down into his lap. You could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against your already soaked slit through your jeans. You let out another sigh as his tongue continued to explore your mouth, both his hands now gripping your ass firmly. Your first instinct was to grind into him, and before you knew it, your hips were rolling against his doing your best to make contact with his member trying to relieve some of the ache you felt deep in your core. He seemed to take note of how desperate you were to feel something. He brushed his hands back over your thighs, unbuttoning your pants quickly. You gritted your teeth when a hand found it’s way inside, teasing your wetness with his fingers, your hips involuntarily bucking into his hand, causing a finger to slide inside of you, making you moan. He brought a free hand up to wrap around your neck. You could see the pure lust on his face as he watched you ride his fingers.
“Shit, I missed that goddamn feeling.” He growled seductively, he buried his face into your chest, biting and pulling at your shirt with his teeth, moving up to your neck to suck at the delicate skin. You knew him leaving marks would be a bad idea, but at the moment you didn’t care and you wanted him to mark you everywhere. Your hands fiddled with the button on his pants, finally getting them open as you reached into his jeans to stroke his hard cock. He grunted eagerly as he let the hand on your neck slide down to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your shirt.
“Get this shit off, baby.” He ordered, tugging at your shirt roughly.
You complied immediately, lifting it over your head to throw it to the floor. He brought his hands around you, unhooking your bra with little effort, letting it fall from your body as he stuck his head into your breasts, grasping at them with his free hand, biting and sucking at your nipples as you continued to ride his fingers. By this point, his fingers were coated in your juices, he thumbed at your clit roughly.
You let your hand work up and down the shaft of his cock, moaning softly each time his fingers sunk deeper inside of you with each strike you made, but you wanted him inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you mercilessly while you writhed beneath him. Your free hand tangled in his hair as his face was still buried firmly in your breasts, your hips rocking vigorously on his fingers. He finally lifted his head back up, kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip.
“You ever fucked in a jail cell before?” He purred seductively in your ear.
He said it as if it was a question, but you both knew it wasn’t. He was telling you what he was going to do to you, and you were more than willing to let him have his way.
“There’s a first time for everything.” You breathed back as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you aching even more than you were and whimpering for his touch again as he left you with an empty feeling.
You released his cock, wrapping you arms around his neck as his strong arms held you close to him as he stood up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to his cell. It was dimly lit inside of it, you didn’t even notice the cot that sat against the wall until he threw you onto it. You pulled yourself up as he stood in for of you, sliding his pants down to his hips, just enough to release his cock. You licked your lips as you watched him, finally getting a good view of just how big he was. Your hands trailed down to the front of your jeans, teasing your sensitive slit through them.
“Get on your knees.” He growled, walking forward to wrap your hair around his fist, you sighed as you propped yourself onto your knees, preparing yourself for what was next. With his fist in your hair he guided you towards him, your mouth opening for him as his cock slipped inside. You could taste the precome that had beaded on the head of his member, dragging your tongue over the tip, lapping it up immediately. He groaned, tilting his head down as his grip tightened on you, you let your lips wrap tightly around his shaft as your head bobbed up and down on him, taking in as much of his cock as you could until you could feel yourself on the verge of gagging, but you wanted to impress him, so you pushed the thought away as you shoved your own head down on his cock even further. response, he let out a moan, bucking his hips into your mouth, you could feel his cock in the back of your throat now, and you were surprised at the amount of control he had. For someone who hadn’t been with an actual woman in a while, you expected him to fuck your throat until it was raw - something you weren’t completely opposed to.
“Jesus Christ, darlin’.” He groaned, forcing his hips against your mouth, causing you to cough, but you didn’t stop sucking him, you let your tongue work up and down his length each time you bobbed your head up and down, doing your best to drive him crazy. You brought your hand up, swirling your tongue around his head, popping it in and out of your mouth lazily, letting your hand pump him, causing more precome to bead out of him. He let out a throaty grunt and pushed you off of him.
You smiled, biting your lip as he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed in a seductive expression as he leaned down, curling his fingers over the top of your jeans, ripping them off of you. You breathed heavily as he did so, not sure how much longer your could hold out. He pushed you back further on the bed as he grasped your legs, raising them to his shoulders as he nestled himself between your legs, kissing and biting hard at your thighs, making you yelp at the feeling, pain mixed with pleasure. You knew it was going to leave bruising tomorrow. He licked your slit through your panties, he was already getting to taste you as your had completely soaked through them, thanks to how turned on he had gotten you before sex was even thought of between the two of you. You laid your head back on the cot, reveling in the feeling of having someone’s tongue on you in such an intimate way again. You had almost forgotten how it felt, and when Negan did it, it felt even better than you had ever remembered it feeling. He brought his finger up to play with your clit through your panties, making you suck in sharp breathes, you were close to begging him. He pulled them to the side, dragging his finger up and down your folds, letting them slide in and out of you, creating a wet sound. Your back arched, his tongue pressed firmly again your clit as he lapped up your juices, his fingers thrusting in and out of you.
“Oh my God.” You moaned as you felt his tongue slide into you. You pulled his hair roughly, strands of it wrapped around your fingers.
“Is that what you fuckin’ like, baby?” He said, biting your wet lips.
“Yes.” You whimpered, you had bent completely to his will and were a mess beneath him, and craving his cock inside of you.
You pulled up on his hair, silently letting him know to come back up to you, “I want you, Negan.”
He leaned forward, kissing and biting his way back up your body, you gripped the sheets, loving the way your skin felt between his teeth. Your legs wrapped around him tightly once his face met yours, yours lips crashing into each other as he grinded against you. You could feel his throbbing cock teasing your aching pussy as he slipped the head in briefly, pulling back out. You whined in protest, bringing your hands back up to dig your nails into his skin, he let out a growl, wrapping his hands around your neck.
“You want this fuckin’ cock, babydoll?” He purred into your ear, nipping at your neck as he drug his teeth across your skin.
“Yes.. Please!” You answered back, letting your legs tighten around him even more.
He gave you a devilish smile as he pushed himself into you, letting all of his length slide into you at once, you lifted your hips up to his, feeling so much pleasure as he filled you up completely. You laid your head back, breathing deeply as he started with a few slow pumps into you, your walls already clenching themselves around his cock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a pussy this goddamn tight, darlin’.” He growled, bucking his hips against you, forcing himself deeper in, causing to to cry out. Your nails sinking further into his skin. He was going to have a few marks of his own after you were finished. He squeezed your neck, creating a delightful sensation as he started to grind himself in and out of you vigorously, the sound of wet skin smacking against each other accompanied with your moans. You bit down on your lip quickly, remembering Olivia upstairs.
“She’s gonna hear us.” You squeaked as he continued ramming himself into you, grunting into your ear.
“You’re just gonna have to be fuckin’ quiet, baby.” He said seductively, putting his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.
He slammed his hips into you violently, making you cry out, your voice soften by the cover of his hand as his cock hit the back of your walls. He kept it up for a while, your legs seeming to wrap around him tighter with each thrust, his cock now completely slick with your wetness as he slide in and out with ease. You were glad that his hand was covering your mouth, your moans became louder and more frequent as he had his way with you. You finally released the grip you had on him, a thought coming to your mind.
“Take me from behind. Fuck me hard.” You begged him, turning your body slightly.
He widened his eyes, smiling and he bit your lip, “Turn the fuck over, sweetheart.”
You gave him a nod, turning yourself over on the cot as you bent yourself down as far as you could, sticking your backside into the air for him. You felt a hard slap on your ass, forcing you to jerk away from him, but also wanting him to keep it up. He placed his hands on your ass, pulling you back against him as he slid into you with ease again, he gave your ass another had slap, making you moan again. You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing the moan was louder than it should have been. He brought his hand down as he thrust into you, holding your own hand against your mouth.
“Easy, babydoll. You don’t wanna get us fuckin’ caught do you?” He smirked, slamming his hips into you again. The pleasure overtaking you, causing you to collapse into the cot as you shook your head.
You finally lifted your head back up, wanting to take some control of your own as you pushed yourself back into him, causing him to slip out of you. You turned around to face him as he stood there, looking at you confused for a moment. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“I wanna ride you.” You said bluntly, clenching your legs together as you were still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.
“Goddamn, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, darlin’?” He smirked as he sat down, leaning back into the wall, stroking himself as you crawled to him, throwing your legs at his side as you lowered yourself down onto his cock. You gritted your teeth, making sure to keep your voice down as much as you could. You rocked your hips against his, just like you had done on the chair. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, only making you more eager to ride him. His hands cupped around your breasts, giving them a generous squeeze as he brought his mouth down to let his tongue swirl around your nipples. You buried your face in his neck to dull your moans. He smelled amazing and you kissed his neck, sucking the skin as he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. You bucked your hips hard against him. He moved his hands down to your hips to guide your rhythm how he wanted, still managing to maintain control even with you on top. You were starting to come to your peak, you could feel the build up of the orgasm and you already knew that it was going to be intense. You continued to thrust your hips against his, his cock slid in and out of you. You slammed yourself down onto it, causing a loud grunt to escape Negan’s lips as he clenched his jaw, giving you a dangerous stare. He continued to slam you down into his hips, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you were spilling over it.
“Shit, I gonna come!” You cried as you felt your walls grip around him even tighter than they had before, you could feel how wet you were making his dick as you climaxed. You buried your head further into his neck as you couldn’t help but scream, luckily it was muffled against his skin.
“That’s it, darlin’, fuckin’ come for me.” He groaned as you continued to ride him throughout your orgasm, desperately wanting him to finish with you. His grunts were becoming louder as he went into an animalistic state, forcing you down as hard as he could onto his cock.
“Motherfucker.” He growled, his fingers gripping around your waist tightly. You breathed heavily as you kept up your pace, but knowing you were already spent.
“Negan.” You moaned back in his ear.
He bucked his hips against yours for a few more times and you knew he was close. He kissed you hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way in.
He gave one last groan before he pulled you up roughly off of him, “Fuck, darlin’.” He threw you down onto the cot, quickly lifted himself above you as he stroked his cock a few times before you felt the warmth of the spurts as he came on your chest and abdomen, stroking himself dry. You let out a breath as a leaned down to you, both arms outstretched to hold his weight above you as he kissed you roughly once more. You both took a minute to catch your breathe and gather your thoughts. That had really just happened, and you were more satisfied than you had been in a long time. Negan lifted himself up off the cot as he pulled his pants back up. You sat up slowly on the edge of the cot, looking around for something to clean yourself up with, and before you could get up, he was handing you a rag and your clothes.
You scoffed as you took them, “Trying to get rid of me that quick?”
He rolled his eyes, “Fuck no, darlin’. I’d let you fuckin’ stay, but our dear Olivia is probably getting fuckin’ suspicious.”
You sighed as you wiped off your body, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” After you were cleaned up, you put your clothes on quickly as you got up to gather your things. Negan leaned against the bars of the cell, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Please fuckin’ tell me I’m gonna see if if you again, darlin’.” He said, sticking his arms through the bars again.
You looks back at him and smiled as you stuffed the razor back into your pocket and picked up the bucket of now cold water, “I have a feeling that I’ll be trading jobs with Olivia. If she’s not gonna reap the benefits of it, then I will.” You bit your lip as you closed the door to the cell, turning the key to lock it and stuffed the key back down into your pocket quickly, “It’s just a damn shame I have to lock you back up.”
“They couldn’t fuckin’ handle it if I was on the loose, baby.” He said, giving you a wicked smirk.
You blushed, looking at the ground momentarily, before you gave him a flirty look, “You really are an animal, Negan.”
“I’m a man of my fuckin’ word.” He shrugged, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look.
You nodded, “Well, as a man of your word, how about don’t mention to Rick I was down here when you see him? He’d probably put me off the job.”
He inhaled and ran his tongue over his lips, “Usually I’d fuckin’ say no. I get real fuckin’ pleasure from making Rick’s life difficult, but for that amazing pussy you just gave me - that I definitely want again - my lips are sealed, darlin’.”
“Good.” You smiled. You started to walk forward, but his outstretched arm caught you quickly. You looked over at him, “What?”
“You forgetting something?” He smiled as he pulled you to him to kiss you hard one last time through the bars. He pulled back to look down at you, “By the way, I’m fuckin’ keeping these.” He said as he reached down into his pocket, pulling his arm back up to show you your balled up panties in his hand.
You giggled, your face turning red, “They’re all yours, Negan. Keep it as a souvenir.”
“I’m thinking you fuckin’ sneak down here tomorrow, babydoll.”
You looked up at him one more time, a mischievous look on your face, “I had planned on it.”
He gave you an approving nod as you both kissed once more. He reluctantly let you go, and watched you walk back up that rickety staircase until you were completely out of his sight.
Synopsis: You used to be a nude cam model. Negan was your favorite customer. What are the chances that you’d see him again now that the dead’s taken over the world?
Warnings: NSFW, smut, daddy kink lol
Note: This got me back on track yay. Not sure if there will be a part 2 to this…yay or nay? ;)
Again, italicized parts are flashbacks.
You clicked your tongue in
irritation when your captor started pushing you into the premises of the
compound you’ve been spying on. He snickered at you when you glowered at him,
“Got a problem, sugar?” he sneered as he shoved you forward again.
“You tied my hands but not my
feet. Point is, I can walk on my own. No need to keep on pushing me.” You
hissed and started walking ahead of him only to be pulled back.
“Nice try, bitch.” He mocked and
placed a hand on your upper back to push you again.
Pre apocalypse - Negan is very attracted to one of his students;
Y/N. Negan and his wife get invited to their new neighbour’s house for dinner,
only to find out Y/N lives there. 2 part fic, idk how I feel about this. *oc is over the legal age of consent
“But dad! I’m meant to be going out with Stephanie tonight!”
you whined, stomping your feet against the marble flooring, hoping your dad
would fall for your puppy dog eyes but those days were over. “That’s enough,
Y/N! We are the new ones on the block and it’s nice to get to know the people
around us.” You rolled your eyes; you could care less about getting to know
anyone around here. You had made enough friends at your new school, you didn’t need
any more. “But they don’t even have any kids, you said! So why would I want to
get to know any oldies?” you were
annoyed, he knew you’d planned to go out tonight and he was fucking it right
up. “Actually, I know the man who lives there works at your school. So maybe
you could talk? I already know you’ve been annoying the teachers.” It was true.
You were never really one for authority; you hated being controlled and told
what to do. Seeing teachers outside of school was more embarrassing and awkward
than anything else, never mind having dinner with them at your house. You didn’t
want to admit it, but you had a deep feeling of hope that it was that hot new
teacher called Negan.
He was a mysterious man, not wanting to be called ‘sir’, just
Negan. He always had a smirk rested on his face and he could be pretty terrifying
if you pissed him off, you didn’t really want to find out what that felt like
from a personal view. He didn’t dress like the average teacher, always in a
black leather jacket rather than a suit and tie. You had developed a schoolgirl crush, hiking
up your skirts and pulling down your tops to get a reaction out of him. He didn’t
disappoint, you noticing his gaze that fell upon your breast when you were
talking and his eyes wandering after you when you walked away. You had seen the gold wedding band on his
ring finger but neglected to keep it in mind when you mindlessly flirted with
him. So what if he was taken, he didn’t seem to mind so why should you?
You remember back to around a week ago, a conversation
between the two of you that had been interrupted before it got too heated.
“Sir.” He turned
around, looking at the girl in front of him. Her hair pulled up into a
ponytail, black mini-skirt barely covering anything and the tight white blouse she
had on was creating a stirring inside him. She knew what she was doing and he
was letting her do it, he tried so hard to care but he couldn’t bring himself
too. “Now Y/N, you know it’s just plain old Negan to you.” He laughed, turning
around fully, dropping his glasses on the table. “Sorry to bother you, I just
need help with something in the homework.” She walked to the front of his desk,
where he had moved to sit down. “What is it your needing help with?” she opened
the booklet, turning to page 60.
Negan thought to himself, she had turned to the page that read “SEX EDUCATION”.
He swallowed hard, looking up at Y/N, an innocent look on her face, watching
him squirm. “And what don’t you understand on this topic?” he asked, trying to
keep his lustful stare off her pushed up tits that sat right in front of him. “I
don’t get the diagrams, I need a demonstration.” She stated, looking in Negan’s
eyes, watching the lust fill up in them. “Well fuck, Y/N. There’s plenty of
porn on the internet? You look through that, you should get the picture.” He chuckled,
trying to ease them off the topic of sex.
been teaching me for a long enough time now to know I learn best from a practical
lesson.” She purred, pulling the book out of his hands, throwing it over your
shoulder. You began to climb over the desk on all fours, your ass stuck out in
the air, legs crossed over one another. “Y/N, I am a happily married man.” He showed
her his hand, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than her. She
smiled, licking her ruby red lips she took his hand in hers, wrapping her lips
around his ring finger. She gripped her teeth on the ring, sliding it off his
hand. She took it out of her mouth, observing it. “What she doesn’t know won’t
kill her.” You giggled, pulling Negan towards you by his collar. He leaned in,
your lips just about to meet before a loud knock came at the door. It was the
dean of the school; you rolled your eyes, huffing as you placed the ring back
on his still wet finger. “This isn’t over.” You said, looking at him, waiting
on his reaction.
[Summary: A married Negan takes an interest in his neighbors young daughter]
Pre-Apocalypse Negan x Anastasia
A/N: *OC is of legal age/23*(Her name is pronounced like Ana-stah-seya not ana-stay-sia). I was inspired by a lot of the themed one shots and wanted to try doing one based on the Types of Love! It’s not the literal definition of each type of love, but more based on their broad meaning. Eros: is an erotic or sexual type of love – SOO I know said I’d post my Jason chapter before this, but I am having such a struggle trying to finish it up & this was already done – will get Jason posted soon promise! The first few parts are super smutty, enjoy :D
Warnings: 18+, cheating, uhh swearing? the fact that it’s Negan smut? lol please respect the age tag **
The clear, blue sky enticed the people living in this small town. They all desired to dip into the cool atmosphere just as long as they were away from under the ruthless fist of the unforgiving sun. It’s been like this for a week now. Children ran around, jumping through sprinklers while their laughs echoed across the neighborhood. Women walked around in their sun hats covering their delicate skin with porcelain cream to shield their beauty from the heat’s grasp. The men hid away safely inside, lazily relaxing on their leather recliners while they sat in the comfort of their cool living room caves.
To be indoors was all Negan could think about as he sat outside replacing old parts of his motorcycle. He didn’t know that the weather would open up the ninth circle of hell when he decided to fix up his Harley. “Sweetie” he looked up to find Lucille walking over to him, holding a silver tray in her hands, wearing her favorite pale blue sundress which emphasized her glowing face. “I brought you some lemonade” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Warnings: NSFW!!! 6k+ words worth of filthy smut, student-teacher stuff (reader is of legal age)
Note: FINALLY! My entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash 2nd writing challenge! So happy to be participating this time! Prompt is Coach Negan obviously. Writing’s kinda messy tbh, but I did my best. Enjooooy!
You failed PE the first time.
You dropped it the second time. And from then on, you avoided taking it during your next two years in college. Why would PE be a requirement in college, anyway? It’s not like it’d benefit you as a Literary major. Besides, was there even a known writer in history who credited PE as one of the major factors for their success? Nada. You hated PE, you despised it. It was totally unnecessary but now that you were moving on to your last year in college, you’re left with no other choice but to conquer it in order to graduate.
The regret from not passing it early on hit you the very moment you entered the gym. Since PE was only taken by freshmen students, you were sort of the oldest among your classmates. Had you not failed and dropped it during your first two semesters in college, you wouldn’t be dealing with such embarrassment now.
But then again you suck at being athletic so even if you didn’t drop out during your second semester PE, you’d still face the embarrassment of having zero skills in any kind of sport.
It also didn’t help that the only PE class available was volleyball and you just had to end up being in the class handled by the most notorious coach in the entire university– Coach Negan.
[Addison is a part of Rick’s group, and works at Alexandria taking care of the children. When she finally meets the man who killed her friends, he isn’t what she expects and has an offer that she can’t refuse]
Summary: Taking Judith weighs heavy on your mind. Smut/Fluff.
A/N: I’m sorry it’s taking so long to put out chapters, and I’m sorry if this chapter is trash. I’m having a difficult time with writing lately, and hope to be out of this rut soon!
“No one can tell what is righteous and what is wrong, what is good and what is evil.”
The ride was quiet, and when you arrived back to the sanctuary the silence around the place was almost unnerving. You opened the door to the truck, climbing out carefully with Judith still clinging to your shoulders. Negan’s men barely spoke, which was unusual. Apparently even they hadn’t realized what Negan was going to do.
Even though you realized his strategy was necessary for many reasons, you still knew that it was wrong on a human level. But when you looked at the bigger picture you knew that survival was more important than morals these days, and it was something you were gonna have to put out of your mind. What was human anymore anyway? Humanity went out the window the day the dead rose and started killing those that were still alive.
Negan watched over you as you stood there, rocking Judith in your arms. She was babbling happily, and reached up to grab a handful of your hair and gave it a generous tug. You winced as she did, but smiled back at her anyway. You were just happy she wasn’t screaming bloody murder.
“I think she fuckin’ likes you.. Never pegged you as the fuckin’ babysitting type.” Negan snorted as he leaned against the truck.
You shrugged as you looked back to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see David standing near the back of the truck as he watched on, silently.
“It’s not very hard to keep a toddler entertained.” You smirked as Judith tugged on you hair again before wrapping her arms around your neck, trying to get closer to you.
“Good. She shouldn’t be a fuckin’ problem for you then.”
You shot a glance back at Negan, shaking your head quickly, “No. I can’t keep her, Negan.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, “Why the fuck not, darlin’?”
“I’m already in charge of three other people.” You protested, your forehead creasing.
He gave you a smirk, shrugging his shoulders, “Just fuckin’ do it, darlin’. Be motherly.”
You shut your eyes tightly, “Why not get the other wives to do it? It’s not like they do a fucking thing all day long.”
Negan sighed, a faint growl resonating in his tone, “al-fuckin-right. Let them have her.” He said standing up straight again, “But if I hear anything about her crying, and throwing a goddamn fit, you’re gonna take her back. I can’t listen to that shit 24/7.”
You nodded, and placed a hand on your hip, “Fine.”
“Take her to them. When you’re done with that shit, you go get that asshole from Alexandria. It’s time we were properly introduced.” He said, giving you a cocky smirk as he turned on his heel, and headed off in the opposite direction.
You started of towards the main building when you saw David walking up beside you. You gritted your teeth, preparing yourself for one of his snide remarks.
“Did we just do what I think we did?” He asked, looking down at Judith.
“I guess we did. At least nobody died, or are you gonna tell me how much more fucked up this is?” You rolled your eyes as stopped in your tracks, giving him a hostile stare.
He shook his head, “It’s fucked up, but I’d rather you not kill me for saying so.”
You shrugged, remembering that you blatantly threatened him earlier, “I’m over it.”
“If you say so. What do you want me to do now?” He asked, there was a certain look in his eye, you knew he wanted to leave.
“Go to your room. I’ve got to take care of some stuff.” You said, motioning for him to get lost with your head.
He gave you one last nod before you parted ways.
You continued up the stairs to the floor where you stayed with Negan, which also housed the other wives on the same hallway. For the first time, you were finally happy to visit the common room where the wives gathered during the day.
Judith had started to become restless in your arms, trying her best to break free.
You pushed the door open, not bothering to knock, since you were a wife this was technically your room as well, but you never had a reason to go there. It was well known that you weren’t exactly welcome there either, you had never been accepted by the other wives, but you didn’t care. They hated you, and you hated them.
All of them immediately became alert as the door opened to the room. Everyone hopeful that it was Negan making his daily rounds to shower them with risque compliments, and if they were lucky - a little more than that. But the atmosphere of the room turned frigid and the hopeful look on their faces changed to sneers once that they saw that it was you, and not Negan.
It would have been worse had it not been for the saving grace of the child in your arms.
Their eyes seemed to light up at again at the sight of her, their maternal instincts obviously coming out.
Most of the women were either mothers at one time, or either women who desperately wanted a baby.
“Where’s Sherri?” You asked one of the wives.
She was a redhead, lounging on the sofa in a black evening dress. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember her name, and you weren’t sure if you even knew it to begin with.
She slowly lifted herself from the couch and walked over towards you, purposely ignoring you, but bending down slightly to greet Judith.
“She yours?” She asked, barely interested in an answer from you, but knowing she had to say something. Judith reached out to the woman opening and closing her hands in a grabbing motion, no doubt wanting to be held by someone new.
You adjusted her in your arms again, shaking your head, “No. She’s not mine. Where Sherri?” You asked again.
The woman, not being able to dodge the question anymore, stood back up straight, brushing some hair behind her ear before giving you a sour look, “Why do you need her?”
You pursed your lips as your eyebrows knitted together at her attitude, “It’s not your business.”
“It kind of is. Sorry if we’re not so eager to let you know where she is. You never have anything to do with us, unless you’re killing us.” She snapped back, her eyes burning into you.
You grunted in frustration, they were really working your nerves amd they knew it. If you could have your way, they’d all be done for, but you knew far too well that the thought itself was off limits.
“I’m not here to kill any of you.” You paused for a moment, “Not today anyway.” You said with a shit eating grin.
She scowled back at you as did the rest of them suddenly at you comment, “I don’t know where Sherri is.”
You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them back up to meet her hostile gaze again, “Whatever. Look, I don’t have time to take care of the kid.” You said gesturing to Judith, “So, which one of you wants to play mommy?”
The redhead crossed her arms again, and looked behind her to the other wives - some of them visibly shaking their heads “no” amd other nodding quickly - they were silently debating. After a few moments, she finally turned back to you, “I’ll do it. What’s in it for me?”
“Nothing. These are Negan’s orders. Do you want to interrupt his busy schedule just to ask him what you’d get out of it?” You huffed.
Her harsh glare suddenly softened when you mentioned that these were orders directly from the man himself, “Fine.” She sighed, holding her arms out to take Judith from yours gently. Judith was grabbing for the woman, obviously relishing the thought of being held by someone new.
“Feed her. Change her. Keep her happy, that’s all you have to do.” You said in a plain tone.
The wife rolled her eyes, “I think I could have figured that out.”
“Good. I hope for your sake that you could. I’ll come back and check on her from time to time. Whatever things you need to take care of her, you can ask for it, or take your ass down to the market like a normal person and get it yourself. There’s no reason for you to fuck this up.. So, don’t give me a reason-” You cut yourself off to drag your hand across your gun. You didn’t need to finish the sentence, she understood, and it was made all the more clear when she swallowed nervously. She nodded once more, and you left the room to go back downstairs.
Once you arrived back at the makeshift apartments, you headed down another long hallway, looking for Eugene’s room.
He was on the same hallway as David, and for a moment you thought about stopping in to check on him, but didn’t see the real point in doing so.
You finally found Eugene’s door and stood outside of it for a moment, you could hear the T.V. going from inside. You knocked on the door loudly a few times.
“Enter.” Came the voice from the otherside.
You opened it and entered, closing the door behind you.
Eugene was seated in front of the TV, his eyes never leaving it as he a played a video game.
You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him to see if he’d look at you, but he wouldn’t.
You cleared your throat, leaning forward, “So, how are you liking it here?”
He made no effort to answer you and only gave you a small glance before giving his full attention back to the game.
You dropped your head momentarily, smiling as you lifted it back up to look at him, “Let me guess, you blame me for all this shit, too?”
After a few more moments of silence, it was finally broken when he decided to speak, “Negative. I do not judge your proclivities as to why you remain here, or why you fraternize with these people, even if you are considered an enemy now.”
You laughed softly, he always had a way of speaking that made it seem like he just stepped out of a science lab, “Jesus. I see you haven’t changed a bit.”
“I wasn’t under the impression that it was a requirement.” He said in a monotone voice.
You rolled you eyes and stood back up, “It was a joke.” You paused for a moment as you look around the room, “How can we make you more comfortable around here. Is there anything you need?”
He paused the game, finally seeming interested in what you were saying, “.. Well, I’d like to acquire some better reading material. The bookshelf is pretty sparse, and although, The Playboys I was given were a thoughtful gesture.. I’d prefer something intellectual.. I’d also like some pickles.” He said timidly, pointing to the shelf behind you.
You snorted with laughter as you turned around to see that there were indeed a stack of Playboys on his bookshelf, it was no doubt Negan’s handywork.
“Well, I see Negan gave you a housewarming gift.” You said as you turned back to him, “We have a library here. You can check it out for yourself - as for the pickles, we don’t have any.”
“Library?” He asked surprised, his head perking up.
You nodded back, “Daryl would have been able to see it, too, if he hadn’t hightailed it.”
“He escaped?” Eugene asked, tilting his head towards you.
“Yeah, do you know where he is?”
He shook his head quickly, “No, I don’t.. I’d tell you if I did.”
“Sure.” You said as you walked to the door, “You ready to go?”
“I was already given a fair rundown of what your facility offers by one of your colleagues. I have no need to see anymore at this moment.” He said bluntly, his eyes on the TV screen again.
You bit the inside of your cheek and took a step towards the television, turning it off, “This isn’t an afternoon stroll in the park, Eugene, and It’s non-negotiable. So get up.”
He looked up at you nervously before rising off the sofa.
He followed behind you as you exited the room, neither of you speaking much as you made your way throughout the building.
You showed him the main parts of the building where he would be spending most of his time when he wasn’t in his room, and he seemed less than interested.
When you finally got to the comissary, it was packed with people.
Eugene looked around like a deer in headlights as he followed beside you closely, bringing his arms into his chest.
“Anybody explained the points system to you yet?” You asked, keeping your eyes forward as you walked passed the various venders that were in charge of selling goods and other items.
“No one has elaborated on that. No.” He said in a low tone as he looked around as if he was in a daze.
“Real simple. You’re a smart guy, so I’m sure you can follow. Whatever job you get around here, depending on what that is, it pays a certain amount of points a day. With those points, you can come here,” you spread your arms out as if you were advertising the place, “..And spend those hard earned points on whatever the hell you want. All you do is write down what you do, how many points something is worth, and sign your name. That’s it.”
“I understand.” He said, looking over the place with more interest than he had previously shown. You could tell if it was genuine, or just for the fact that he was scared shitless.
“With the points you earn, I’d start by getting a haircut.” You teased, pointing to his hair.
“What?” He asked confused.
You pointed to a man seated in a chair across the walkway getting his hair trimmed, “Barber. Might be able to kill that thing on your head.”
You kept walking and finally stopped in front of a table of someone who was selling food that they had made, “Well, it must be your lucky day, Eugene.” You smirked as you opened a jar of pickles on the table, and pulled one out to taste it, “That’s some decent do it yourself stuff.” You said, taking another out the jar to hand to Eugene.
“No, thank you.” He said shaking his head.
You rolled your eyes, and dropped it back into the jar, leaning down to sign your name on the points clipboard for purchase. Since you never worked for points all you had to sign was:
(Y/N) - Wife
You picked up the jar and thrust it into his arms, he grabbed it and gave you a look of confusion, “What’s this?”
“Consider it a small peace offering - a gift. Whatever you wanna call it.”
“You want something, then take it, Eugene. Now follow me, it’s time you met the boss again.”
His eyes widened as he knew you were refering to Negan, and it was obvious that Eugene was terrified. You could see him go pale as a look of sickness came over his face, and beads of sweat instantly formed on his forehead. He still followed behind you obidiently as you led him out into the yard. He clung to the jar of pickles for dear life as he spotted Negan standing in front of a chain-link fence where the walkers were kept to protect the front gate, he was talking to a few other saviors.
You stood there quietly, waiting for him to finish talking. He noticed the both of you immediately, giving you a pleased smile.
You returned a weak smile to him, the activities of the day were still fresh in your head, and it made you nervous to think of it.
It brought questions into your mind, making you wonder what else Negan was really capable of doing if pushed to a certain point. It made you think that maybe you, yourself weren’t as immune to his actions as you thought you might be.
Negan threw his hands up as he turned his attention to Eugene, “There he is. Man of the fuckin’ hour. Come over here, big fella.” Negan said excitedly as he motioned him forward.
Eugene gave you a urgent glance before he took a few hesitant steps forward to Negan.
Negan tilted his head at Eugene, his forehead creasing.
“Well don’t be goddamn rude, asshole. It’s common courteousy to say hello when someone greets you.” He said in a berating tone. Negan didn’t really give a shit whether he greeted him or not, this was just another way to take him down a couple of notches, and stay in control.
“H-Hello.” Eugene stammered, keeping his eyes lowered.
Negan nodded, “That’s fuckin’ better was that so fuckin’ hard?”
Eugene shook his head.
Negan threw his arm around Eugene, making him jump, “Did you like my little fuckin’ housewarming gift? Every man needs a stack of skin books sitting around.”
Eugene nodded, “I appreciate the gesture.. But I usually prefer something more.. Scientific.”
Negan gave him a confused look, “You mean to fuckin’ tell me you’d rather fuckin’ read about evolution, or some shit like that instead of looking at tits?”
“Y-yes?” Eugene said cautiously, not sure if which answer he was supposed to give.
Negan narrowed his eyes, staring daggers into him until his face went completely calm.
He laughed hard, and slapped Eugene on the shoulder, “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! You’re a man who can stay focused, and wont get sidetracked.” He said, biting his lip, “Shit, I can’t have you sitting in your fuckin’ room all day giving yourself carpal tunnel, if you know what I mean.”
The rest of the saviors laughed along with Negan as Eugene stood there, looking even more nervous than before.
Once the laughter died down, Negan cleared his throat, “Look, I know you’re fuckin’ new here, so.. who are you?” He said, throwing his arm out, looking around to the rest of you.
“I’m Negan.” You, and the rest of the saviors said in unison.
Negan nodded in praise, and a proud smile can over his face as he stepped closer to Eugene, “I know you remember Lucille.” He said holding the bat up to his face closely, making Eugene shut his eyes tightly for fear that Negan was going to end him right there.
He pointed to the imperfection in Lucille where the bullet had imbeded itself in her, “You see this shit right here? You might wanna look real fuckin’ close.. That right there is the goddamn bullet you made.” A dangerous look came over Negan’s face as he spoke, “.. Now under regular fuckin’ circumstances I’d be showing you that spot over and over, and fuckin’ over.”
Eugene’s breathing quickened, he held the jar even closer to his chest now, terrified that this wasn’t a regular meeting. You looked on curiously, even you didn’t know if this would end badly for him, or not.
“See, all I really want to fuckin’ know is if you are indeed a smart mother fucker.” Negan said, looking down at him, “You know fuckin’ things?”
Eugene looked back up at him, his breath was ragged, and he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. You could see Negan’s impatience growing.
“Answer the question.” He growled.
“I- I taught myself to cast the bullets.. I found a machine shop with the necessary..” He he trailed off as he started to shake seeing the grimace on Negan’s as he grew more restless with Eugene’s talking, “.. I read.. A lot.. Which is why I wanted the books..” He stammered on for a few more seconds.
He laid he head back, shaking it as he spoke again, “Man, you really are just some fuckin’ asshole, aren’t you?” He asked, putting emphasis on every word.
Eugene shook his head, “No. I am not.” His eyes scanned over Negan as he approached him closer, “I have PHD’s in Biochemistry.. As well as immunology and microbiology, and I have completed my doctorate - which makes me a doctor..”
As he kept up with his list of credentials, Negan paced back and forth in his spot, wanting to hear something impressive from him.
You couldn’t tell if Negan was pleased by his answer, or figured him to be full of shit.
There was a loud groan from one of the impaled walkers nearby, making all of you turn your heads towards the sound.
You could see the rotten skin separating from the abdomen as the weight forced it apart in a bloody, disgusting mess as it ripped apart completely, falling to the ground.
You covered your mouth quickly at the sight uttering a low “ugh.”
Negan hummed lightly as he watched the mess and turned back to Eugene, “Uh-huh.. Alright, Doctor smarty pants, you oughta be able to crack this fuckin’ problem without breaking a goddamn sweat.” He pointed back to the fence where the walkers were, “You see that I’ve obviously got a lot of free goddamn labor around here, these living dead shits that help keep the riff raff out. See, the problem is, after a while they become pretty goddamn useless to me when they fall apart like that.. Now, can you tell me how to fuckin’ fix that?”
Eugene remained quiet for a moment, looking around as if he was trying to come up with with a quick solution. For a moment you thought he had no idea what he was doing, until he finally spoke up.
“You posses an operational smelter?” Eugene sniffed nervously.
“And?” Negan said rolling his eyes.
“Then you posses the means to resolve your issue. Step one: melt down scrap metal.. Step two: pour it over the compromised walker as they are in contact with the chain-link.. Once it cool it will keep the compromised walker upright while fixating it to the fence.”
Negan leaned back and looked at Eugene wide-eyed, “Goddamn. If that isn’t the coolest shit I’ve ever fuckin’ heard. Not only is this practical.. It’s fuckin’ badass.” Negan ran his tongue over his lips as he stated at him for a moment, obviously impressed, “Look at you doctor fuckin’ smarty pants.” He put his arm around Eugene again, “Did Rick ever have you doing this kind of valuable work for him?”
Eugene glanced over at Negan fearfully.
Negan sighed, “That’s his fuckin’ loss, our gain.. Y'know I feel like I gotta give you some kind of goddamn signing bonus.”
“Well I- I was gifted these pickles.” Eugene said, shaking his head.
Negan chuckled, and looked over to you, “Yeah, I see my fuckin’ wife has shown you some hospitality.” He ran a hand over his face, you could tell he was in thought. He finally looked back over to Eugene, “That’s not a bad fuckin’ idea.. Hospitality.. I tell you what, as a goddamn token of my appreciation, I’m gonna send a few of my wives to your apartment tonight.”
Negan licked his lips again and leaned towards Eugene, “No sex. That is a grave fuckin’ no-no around here.. But you can laugh, have a few fuckin’ drinks, have some goddamn dinner. Trust me, there is nothing like the company of beautiful fuckin’ women to make you feel human again.”
Your stomach dropped suddenly when you heard this. Sending a few of his wives to another man’s apartment.. Did he mean you? You were confused, you had never seen Negan send any of the wives to entertain another man, and you definitely didn’t want to be one of them. You knew there would be no sex, but you did like the idea of being turned out, even if it was only for entertainment purposes.
“I wouldn’t wanna think about that.. Did um- Did you just say wives, meaning plural?” Eugene said, shifting his eyes to Negan, giving him a curious expression.
A cocky smile appeared on Negan’s face, “Hell. Yes. I did.” He sucked his teeth, “That pretty little thing you used to know is one of ‘em.” He said gesturing to you.
Eugene turned his head towards you, giving you a confused looked as he blinked. You crossed your arms and kept his gaze until a whistle came from Negan.
“Eyes over here, asshole.” He said sternly, “Now, what do you fuckin’ say to that kind of hospitality?”
“T- thank you.” Eugene replied, lowering his head.
Negan breathed deep and nodded, “Good. Now have yourself a fun fuckin’ night, and remember the rules. Someone escort doctor smarty pants back to his fuckin’ room, and get a few fuckin’ wives over there, and don’t bother me for the rest of the goddamm night.” Negan said, patting his shoulder before walking towards you.
You stood there quietly as he walked over to you, Lucille swinging freely by his side. You lips stretched into a thin line as he got close to you, “Do I have to attend the festivities?”
He squinted, “What? That shit for him?” Negan motions his head towards Eugene, who was now being taken back into the building by Simon.
You nodded back to him.
“Fuck no, darlin’. I won’t ever have you fuckin’ entertaining anyone, except me.” He said seriously, propping Lucille onto his shoulder.
You gave a small smirk, “What do you need me to do now?”
“You’re off the hook for the night, baby. What I want you to do is go up to my fuckin’ room, and wait for me. I’ll be up in 10.” He said in a deep tone.
“What for?” You asked.
Negan raised an eyebrow, getting annoyed at your question.
He placed his hand on your chin, making you look up at him, “Because babydoll, I want some goddamn entertainment of my own tonight.”
You gave another nod and smiled, “Yes, sir.”
Later on, you made it back into Negan’s room to wait for him like he had told you to do. You decided to have drink while you waited. Luckily, Negan kept his own stash of alcohol - a very good stash at that - You walked over to the makeshift bar he had setup, and grabbed a glass to pour some whiskey.
You brought the glass to your lips and took a long sip, the burn in your throat was intense, but you didn’t care.
You swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down, until it created a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. You stood at the window that overlooked the yard of the sanctuary, you could see the people that remained outside, the sun was setting fast, creating a mixture of colors. As you stood there, you couldn’t help but think of how you got to this point, and what you did to get there.
You didn’t hold much remorse for any of the things you did anymore, in the beginning it was hard to grasp the concept of being ruthless, but once your feelings for Negan had grown the way they did, you realized you were capable of doing things you never thought you could - but even you had your limits on certain things and taking Judith was something that didn’t sit very well with you.
You understood it was for the safety of the sanctuary, and you knew that if it was something that kept Negan safe, you were willing to do it.
Aside from the fact that she was taken, it made you worry about the repercussions that this would cause. You had been with Rick’s group long enough to know that they didn’t give up, and adding one of his children into the mix would create a monster out of him, not that you were worried about Negan.
You knew he could more than handle himself, but with how strong your feelings for him were, you couldn’t help but be concerned, you knew that a shitstorm was bound to happen - the only question was: when?
You took another sip of the whiskey when you heard the door open.
You turned back to see Negan shutting the door behind him as he set Lucille on a nearby table and slipped his jacket off before coming over to you.
“I see you got into my fuckin’ stash early.” He smirked, walking to the bar to pour himself his own glass.
“I needed it after today.” You blinked hard, rubbing your eyes with a few hand.
He took a drink from his glass and sighed, “You’re still feeling fuckin’ guilty, huh?”
You pressed your lips together as you turned your head to meet his piercing gaze, “I pushed the guilt aside. I know you did it for the right reasons, but I’m concerned.”
He smirked and set his glass down, taking a step behind you, leaning down until his beard was brushing against your ear, “Look at you sounding all goddamn official.. Gotta fuckin’ say, I like it.. Now what are you fuckin’ concerns?”
You turned your head, looking at him from the corner of your eye, “I’ve known that group long enough to know that they don’t give up easy, and now you’ve taken his child. Do you really think that’s gonna make Rick stop?”
Negan chuckled, and brought his hands up to rest on your shoulders, squeezing them, “Darlin’, you really fuckin’ think I’m not expecting retaliation from him? I have no doubt that one of them will be fuckin’ dumb enough to make a move, but it won’t be a goddamn threat to us.”
You took another sip, “I want you to be right about this.”
“You just need to fuckin’ focus on your job, and keep looking goddamn pretty for me, baby.” He purred seductively, pressing his fingers down into your shoulders, “Stop stressing over a bunch of assholes.”
You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to his chest, enjoying the pleasurable sensation, “I guess I can manage that.” You said in a soft tone.
“Your body is fuckin’ saying otherwise, darlin’. You’re so goddamn tense.” He spoke as he continued to massage your shoulders, his lips brushed over your ear until they found your neck, he laid a few rough kisses on your skin.
You breathed deeply, “Hm, I didn’t realize you were a masseuse.”
He chuckled, and you could feel him smile against your skin, “I don’t need to be a goddamn masseuse to realize when you need some fuckin’ tension relieved, baby. You think I haven’t noticed how fuckin’ wound up you’ve been lately?” He bit down on your neck this time, making a soft moan escape your lips, “Mmm, seems like you need more than just a fuckin’ shoulder rub.”
He was right. You had been tense lately, and your mood had been on the volatile side with eveeyrging going on, and with what he was doing now, you could definitely add sexual frustration to the list.
You set your glass onto the nearby table, and backed yourself into his chest, feeling his obvious erection pressing into your backside through his pants.
You smirked, “Seems like I’m not the only one that needs something.”
He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling your head back to look at him, “It’s no goddamn secret that I wanna throw you down and fuck you, darlin’. That’s constantly in my goddamn thoughts.”
“Then let’s let’s not waste any time.” You purred as you brought your hand behind you to stroke the bulge in his pants.
He increased the pressure on your neck, “I’ll take as much fuckin’ time as I want, darlin’.” He growled into your ear, “Understand?”
“Yes, Negan.” You breathed as you continued to stroke him through his pants, teasingly.
He grunted, pulling you back towards the couch, “Fuck it. I think you might just be right about not wasting any goddamn time, babydoll.” He said roughly as he pushed you over the back of the couch, making you bend over for him.
You could feel the heat building up in your core, and the dampness between your legs becoming noticeable.
Negan let his hands run over your ass for a moment before unbuttoning your jeans, ripping them down quickly.
You could hear the clinking of his belt buckle, and the unzipping of his pants.
He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back up to his chest, “How do you fuckin’ want it?”
You paused for a moment, trying to find your words. Before you could speak, you felt the hard smack on your ass, making you moan, “Better fuckin’ speak up, babydoll.”
“Rough.” You groaned, leaning back over the couch.
“You’re speaking my goddamn language now, darlin’.” You could hear the smirk in his voice while he spoke. He brought his hand down again, and you could feel his fingers teasing your slit, enticing another moan out of you.
You were aching for him, and it seemed like he was going to take his time teasing you.
“Damnit, Negan.” You growled.
He chuckled, and slipped a finger inside of you, “You have a fuckin’ problem, baby?”
You groaned and backed up against him, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you. You knew what he wanted from you. Negan loved to fuck, but you knew that he loved hearing you beg just as much.
“You know what the problem is.” You whimpered, reaching for his hand.
You felt another hard smack on your ass, the stinging sensation only succeeding in turning you on even more, “Then let me fuckin’ hear it one more goddamn time, darlin.”
“Please, daddy.. Just fuck me right here.” You begged.
“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl.” He grunted back, you felt him push his fingers deeper inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot gently, making you raise yourself into your tip-toes as you Keane over further into the couch. He pulled his fingers from you, and brought them up to his lips to run his tongue across them, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” He said in a deep, seductive tone.
He pressed your body into the couch hard as you felt his cock slide into you, making the both of you grunt simultaneously.
You dug your nails into the cushions as he grabbed your waist, slamming your hips back into his without a warning, you could feel him deep inside you now as he pumped himself in and out of you roughly, making you cry out at the sensation.
The pain and pleasure that you felt was a combination that you never got tired of.
You knew that you weren’t going to last long, and you didn’t care, you just needed the release.
As he continue to roll his hips against yours, he grabbed the back of your hair, forcing you to arch your back to him.
“Negan.” You gasped out as he leaned down, sinking his teeth into your neck. You could feel your pussy already begin to tighten around his cock as he slammed into you.
“Jesus darlin’, am I gonna make you come for me this goddamn soon?” He said proudly against your skin.
“Yes.” You moaned. You could lie to him, it was hitting you harder than it usually was.
As he continued, he brought his hand down to teasingly rub your clit. Your moans became louder, and you grinded your hips against his roughly as you felt his cock rubbing against your g-spot this, the pleasure was becoming too intense for you to hold out much longer.
“Daddy.” You moaned turning your head to his as he continued to bite down into your skin.
He lifted his head, his beard rubbing against your skin sent chills down your spine, “Come on, darlin’. Show me how good I’m fuckin’ you.”
And that was all it took, before you knew it your orgasm had crept up on you without warning, and you were doubled over on the couch, moaning and screaming Negan’s name as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out as your breath quickened. Negan didn’t bother to slow down as he kept a steady pace, only furthering your sensitivity, making it almost unbearable.
“Christ, baby.” Negan chuckled as he thrusted himself into you roughly. It didn’t take long before him to follow in suit behind you as he grabbed your hair again, and pulled you up to his chest as he growled into your ear, and you could feel the warmth as he finished inside of you. He slammed his hips against you a few more times to ride out his own orgasm, feeling his breath in your ear.
You whimpered and collapsed over onto the couch again, breathing heavily. He pulled himself out of you, and you could feel the mess dripping down your leg, and you felt another slap on your ass.
“I didn’t realize this was gonna turn into a fuckin’ quickie.” He smiled, zipping his pants back up.
You propped yourself up onto your elbows, “Neither did I, but I needed that.”
“Are you fuckin’ relaxed now?” He said, running his tongue over his lips.
You stood back up, steadying yourself on the couch as your legs were shaky.
You turned towards him, “I am until I get tense again.”
He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling you towards him to give you a passionate kiss, “Fuckin’ figures. I’ll just have to fuck that stress out of you.”
You bit your lip as you looked up to him, “it’s not like that’s a problem.”
He smirked, and have you a nod, “I’m going to get a fuckin’ shower. You coming?”
“That should be obvious.” You chuckled, gesturing to the mess he had made on you.
Later that night you laid in Negan’s bed after your shower, trying your best to stay awake.
He had gone back downstairs afterwards to talk to Eugene. But you were so tired that it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep before he could make it back into the room.
After he was done making his rounds he headed back up the stairs to his room, tired and worn out from the day’s activities.
Lucille was hanging loosely from his hand as he stomped up the stairs. He was relieved once he finally made it back.
‘Thank fuckin’ Christ.’ He thought as he opened the door to the room.
“I think he might fuckin’ workout here.” He said as he closed the door behind him, waiting for your answer. He turned and looked over to you laying in his bed, he pursed his lips once he saw that you were passed out. He shook his head and smirked, “Can’t ever fuckin’ hang.”
He set Lucille back onto his desk, and pulled his shirt off, throwing it down as he climbed into bed beside you, being careful not to wake you.
He laid his head onto his pillow, turning over to look at you.
He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear that hung loosely in your face.
He was grateful to have you by his side, and he knew that, and it wasn’t a secret to himself that he loved you, but he wasn’t keen on expressing it, and wasn’t sure that he ever would be. He had vowed a long time go that he’d never fall in love after Lucille, but that rule has been broken the day the thought of losing you had been a real possibility. He hoped that somehow you already knew that he did, that way he didn’t have to come right out and say it, but he knew that was wishful thinking. He knew he’d have to tell you at some point, but at this point, he wasn’t ready.
When the next morning rolled around, you and Negan were both up early getting ready for the day. You were sitting on the couch lacing up your boots when there was a loud knock on the door.
“This goddamm early?” Negan said, rolling his eyes, “Come in.”
The door opened as Simon appeared from the other side.
He had a cautious look on his face as he took a step in, looking like he was nervous to get close to Negan.
You knew right away that something was up, it wasn’t like Simon to cower down like this.
“Negan, there’s a problem.” He said slowly.
You could see Negan’s jaw flare as Simon spoke, “What kind of fuckin’ problem?”
Simon ran a hand through his hair, “When I went to let the wives know they’d be entertaining, I noticed something.”
“You better start making some goddamn sense, Simon.” Negan growled.
Simon let out a ragged sigh, “Sherri is missing.”
The look that came over Negan’s face next was a frightening one, made obvious by the look Simon made as negan cornered him, “What the fuck do you mean?”
“She wasn’t in the wives room. Some men and I looked around the place last night, we can’t find her.” He said, lowering his eyes.
Negan became too quiet at that point. He nodded his head slowly and slammed his fist into the door, making you jump as you watched on.
“Where’s Dwight?” He said dangerously.
“He should be in his room.” Simon answered nervously.
Negan grabbed Lucille where he had left her, gripping her handle so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “Get some men, and we’ll pay him a fuckin’ visit.”
Simon nodded quickly and exited the room as fast as he could.
Negan turned back to you, “You fuckin’ coming?”
You gave a quiet nod, and followed out behind him. It made sense now as to why none of the wives would tell you where she was yesterday. They had to know more than they were letting on.
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