Reader is ricks daughter she’s 21?? And some angst between Daryl and reader cause they’re both very much into each other yet Daryl gets so angry with her because they can’t be together because of rick???)
Daryl’s lips pressed against yours as he forced his tongue
into your mouth. You were pinned against the wall, Daryl’s hands on either side
of your head like a cage. Your hands explored his muscular arms, loving the
feel of them being so close to you. As his lips started to move down onto your
neck and collar bones, your body became more eager to feel his touch. But that didn’t
happen. There was a knock at the front door and Daryl immediately stopped his movements
and looked to the door. You ducked under his arm and went to answer it.
“Hey dad” you said, realising that it was Rick at the door.
“Hey (y/n), you alright”
“Yeah!” you said, stepping back so he could come in. Your
eyes scanned the room for Daryl but he had hidden from your father.
“Are you okay?” you asked
“I am, I was just wondering if you’ve seen Daryl. I need to talk
to him about the next run but I can’t find him anywhere”
“Well I don’t know where he could be, sorry” you said,
shifting uncomfortably on your feet.
“Alright. If you see him, let him know to come find me”
Rick smiled at you and kissed your forehead before turning
and leaving your house. “He’s gone” you said in a playful tone.
You saw Daryl pop up behind the island in the kitchen and
you wrapped your arms around his neck when he got closer to you.
“So, where were we?” you grinned up at him but he had a
serious expression on his face. He unwrapped your hands around his neck and
angrily mumbled to himself before heading to the door. “Where are you going?”
you asked, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving.
“Gotta go find your dad” he replied, almost spitefully.
“You don’t have to go right now, we can finish what we
“Na (y/n), we can’t” he replied, anger starting to boil
“Why the hell not?” you asked, raising your voice.
“Because you’re only twenty fucking one and your Rick’s damn
daughter! I can’t keep sneaking around like this or pretending like there’s
nothing go on between us! I want someone I can be free with!”
“So you don’t wanna be with me? Is that what you’re trying
to say?” you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep up a hard exterior
but inside you were cracking.
“That’s not what I’m saying-”
“Well it sure as hell sounds like it!”
You both stayed silent for a moment and you looked down to
the floor. “Just go” you finally said.
“No really, my dad’s looking for you. Go find him” you said
as you turned and walked over to the sofa. Daryl hesitated for a moment before
sighing and leaving to find your dad.
It had been a couple of days since you and Daryl had spoken
properly. You had both been so busy helping out the group and going on runs
that you barely had time to talk about what happened. You saw him standing by
his bike, ready to go out on a run. You quickly jogged over to him and caught
“Hey, how long do you have ‘till you leave?” you asked.
“When Olivia and Michonne get over here, they’re on their
way” he nodded his head to Michonne and Olivia who were walking over.
“Do you think we can talk after? Just get rid of the
elephant in the room?”
“Sure” was all he said as he revved the engine of his bike.
You took a step back and watched him drive off, Michonne and Olivia in the car
It had been a couple of hours since they left. You kept
yourself busy by helping Carol make dinner in the kitchen. You couldn’t help
but notice the sun was setting and they still weren’t back. You looked
worriedly outside and excused yourself from the room, letting Carol take over.
You stepped outside and saw your dad in the watch tower. He brought
binoculars up to his eyes and you saw him scrunch up his face.
“What do you see?” you asked, your loud voice startling him.
He quickly ran to the ladder and started to climb down,
shouting at you to open up the gates. You did as he said and ran over to the
gates, your hands fumbling with the lock. You managed to get it open and you
saw Michonne and Daryl sitting in the car with two flat tires and no Olivia.
They drove in and you shut the gate, looking at your dad in confusion as he
approached the car.
“What the hell happened? Where’s Olivia?” he asked as they
stepped out of the car.
Daryl was covered in dirt and blood, you didn’t know whose
it was but it shouldn’t have been there. You walked over to hear what had happened.
From what they said, they were attacked by some people who all claimed to be ‘Negan’.
A small fight broke out and Olivia was shot and Daryl’s bike and crossbow was
taken. Rick ran a hand over his face and sighed.
“Did they see you come back here?” Rick asked.
“No, they left before we did”
Your dad nervously looked between the gate and the car, he
was hoping that they wouldn’t have to deal with them again. “Get yourselves
cleaned up, I’m glad you’re okay” Rick placed a hand on Daryl’s shoulder before
walking off with Michonne.
When your dad had walked out of ear shot you turned to face
Daryl. “Are you okay?” you asked, wanting nothing more than to touch him and
make sure he was safe.
“I’m pissed about my crossbow” he said, starting to walk off
to get himself cleaned up.
“We can find another one” you replied
He scoffed and shook his head. “How many people you see out
there with a damn crossbow? No one”
He angrily shoved the door open to his house and stepped
inside, letting you follow him in before he shut the door.
“I’m gonna shower” he said, walking towards the stairs. As
he disappeared you sighed to yourself and looked down to the floor. You knew
why he was getting like this. It was because of your dad. If he found out about
what you and Daryl had going on, then he wouldn’t approve and who knows what he’d
do. You heard the shower running and an idea popped into your head. You knew
that Daryl wasn’t one to talk bout his feelings, so you would get it out of him
You made your way upstairs and walked into the bathroom, you
kept your eyes on the outline of Daryl’s body hidden behind the steamy glass.
“(Y/n)? What are you doing?” Daryl asked as he heard you
shut the door. You said nothing as you quickly striped the clothes off your
body, the thought of being in a closed space with a naked Daryl motivated your
actions. You opened the shower door and stepped in, immediately feeling the
warm water pierce your skin.
“You’re so angry all the time, you need to get all that
frustration out of you” you said, looking into his eyes seductively as you ran your
hands up his wet but toned chest, feeling every muscle there was.
“You’re not doing this for me, you just want me to fuck you
until you lose control of your body” Daryl smirked down at you, catching along
to your little plan. He swiftly grabbed your now wet hair and pulled at it,
giving him access to your neck. He sucked on your pulse beneath your skin, making
your eyes roll back into your head and your legs shake. You pulled him closer
to you and you felt his boner press up against your thigh, you felt it
throbbing against you and you felt heat rush between your legs.
“Fuck” you moaned as Daryl’s hands let go of your hair and
squeezed your ass, his fingers digging in and leaving the right amount of pain
and pleasure. You moved a hand between the two of you and you grabbed his
boner. You started moving up and down at a slow pace, teasing Daryl as he
started to snap his hips forward into your hand, wanting to feel more friction.
The sounds of his grunts and your moans echoed throughout the bathroom, the
sound of the shower not loud enough to drown it out. Daryl soon had enough of
your torturous pace and he removed your hand from him, taking it and slamming
it against the glass, doing the same with your other hand.
“Daryl” you moaned as his lips pressed against yours.
“Tell me what you want princess” he growled into your ear,
wanting nothing more than to pound into you, but he needed to show you who was
You moaned at his nickname for you and you replied,
practically begging him to fuck you. “I want you in me Daryl!”
Daryl moved both your wrists into his big hand and used his
other to line up his cock with your entrance. He slid his tip up and down your
already wet folds before plunging into you. You both let out deep sighs and
Daryl brought his forehead to touch yours, loving the feel of your tight walls
around him. He let go of your wrists, wanting them to freely roam his body as
he started to thrust into you at a fast pace. Your body was bouncing from how
hard Daryl was going, and every thrust sent a pump of adrenaline through your
veins. You two hadn’t been able to go at it because you were always getting interrupted,
but not this time. This time you were able to do what you had to do in peace.
As you began to feel the familiar knot in your stomach, you
dug your nails into Daryl’s back, encouraging him to keep fucking you at a fast
pace. “Shit! I’m close!” you cried out as Daryl lifted your leg up, he was able
to thrust into you at a different angle, letting you feel all of him. Every hit
was pushing against your soft spot, bringing on your release quicker than
expected. You held onto Daryl’s shoulders as pleasure exploded throughout your
whole body. What felt like bolts of electricity was running through your veins,
your legs shook and you lost control of your body, leaving Daryl to hold you up
as he continued to fuck you through his high. As your walls clenched around him
you set him off. He pounded into you a couple more times as he shot his seed
into you, giving himself and you the most amount of pleasure.
As you both climbed down from your highs, Daryl dropped your
leg to the floor and you regained your balance. You pushed your head under the
water and let it cool you off as Daryl turned it to a colder setting. “Fuck, we
need to do that more often” He panted, making the both of you laugh.
You stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around
you, drying yourself off as you walked into the bedroom, soon followed by
“Can I borrow a shirt?” you asked, rummaging through his
shirts in the wardrobe.
“Sure. You staying the night?” he asked, hope lingering in
“Only if you want me too” you giggled, throwing one of his
baggy shirts over your head. It sat perfectly below your mid-thighs.
“As long as you don’t gotta be nowhere tomorrow mornin’”
You made your way over to his bed and climbed under the
covers, soon being joined by Daryl, his warm body touching yours as he wrapped
his arms around you protectively. “G’night” he whispered as he kissed your
cheek and buried his head in the crook of your neck. You kissed him back and
placed your arms between you as you both cuddled into each other. You wished it
could be like this all the time. You were tired of sneaking around and hiding
things from your dad. But you had to do that, there was no other way around it.
You pushed the thoughts to the back of your head as you closed your eyes and
let sleep take you away. —————————————————————————————————-
So, it’s official: Supernatural continues to be outstanding. I liked this episode a lot, and I like how they keep doing this - acknowledging there is a past in this show while developing new storylines and confirming stuff we’ve been saying for years. Because subtext - turns out it matters. Who knew.
Since I haven’t seen a lot of people talk about this, first things first: the BMoL’s (and Mary’s, and Sam’s) plan to eradicate and destroy all monsters - jolly good, but what does it mean for Cas? For Crowley? For Garth? Apparently they’re not working on a nuclear explosion spell or anything, and instead they’re going after specific groups of monsters one by one. And the thing is, they’ve got no reason to stop and ascertain who are the good guys and who are the bad guys, right? If they find Garth, Garth is dead.
(Is Sam okay with this? Mr Head Choice?)
And what about demons? I doubt you can kill every demon in existence, so the solution, surely, is shutting the Gates of Hell? And we know how Crowley feels about that, at least. As for the angels, again - seems unpractical and unfeasible to eliminate them, not to mention the cosmic consequences there would likely be if it could be done, so, again, is the idea to confine them all in Heaven? Mh.
As for the rest of it, here we go.
Jesus Christ, what a mess. I know we talk a lot about how these characters have evolved so much they are almost verbatim the opposite of who they were twelve years ago (and how this was done so skillfully we barely even noticed), but with Mary back in the equation, you really see it. The alliances have now shifted. Where once we had John (emotional and barely hanging on and yet terrifyingly in control) clashing with his younger son who wanted a way out and a better life, and Dean was in the middle, trying to keep both of them happy, now we’ve got Mary pursuing a colder, more rational obsession, Dean who’s so done with all of it, and Sam acting as a mediator. Uh.
Now, it’s true we don’t know exactly what happened when Sam and Dean were teens (#season12wishlist). It’s likely Dean took John’s side out of some demented desire to be recognized and loved, and also so that Sam wouldn’t get hurt, but he believed enough in hunting that his brother getting out - that was a major falling out between them.
But, well - the situation is hardly the same now. Sam isn’t a brainwashed, terrified teenager. He’s an adult, and, okay, there are rational reasons for the choices he’s making. At the same time, though, what’s going on is too close to whatever madness went down in their childhood for me to look with any sympathy upon any of it. Because at this point, Mary honestly scares me, and so does Sam. Him huddling with Mick at the end, saying those things about Dean - that was legit creepy, and more on this later.
Just as an aside, I was very happy to see Mr Ketch doubling back to seduce Dean, because I’ve been saying this would happen for weeks and weeks. And if you write it down, just like that, what went down between them sounds very ambiguous: Ketch showed up with a bottle of scotch, they had a drink together, and then went to a hotel - a fancy place with a pool and a spa.
The whole thing was coded like a courtship, because that’s exactly what it was (to the point they had to establish Ketch’s sexuality as a preventive #no homo); what made it uncomfortable is the fact Ketch didn’t really want to be there, and Dean - again, the woman in this scenario, as he so often is - was not the right fit for him.
Okay, so I lied. This is part 2 to ‘Harry Turns 23′, which a lot of you seemed to like, however the whole thing is actually not finished and so there will be a part 3, although looking at my work schedule I don’t know when i will be able to finish it, but it will be soon, I promise! I hope you enjoy it! Also, just a warning, this does including some saucy scenes so if youre not comfortable reading that kind of stuff, you have been warned!
around three in the afternoon when you and Gemma pulled up into the driveway of
Robin and Anne’s house. You saw Harry’s car parked behind Anne’s and a space
behind Robins left for Gemma’s.
was turned off and the two of you got out the car and walked towards the front
door where Harry had opened and watched suspiciously as he saw you walk up to
you doing here?” He grinned, pulling you into a hug after saying his hellos to
to hang out for a lil bit” You smiled and pulled back from him to follow Gemma
into the house to say hello to Anne and Robin who were waiting at the kitchen
Help! You must find all eight pieces of this staff to defeat the main antagonist! Did I mention that all the pieces are in eight different locations scattered all over the world? Have fun!
Help! You must choose to give this all powerful Numidium to one of six potential factions! This will in no way affect the outcome of the next game however! Have fun!
Help! An all powerful self-created God, Dagoth-Ur is rising. You, the reincarnate of a long-dead hero must destroy the Heart of Lorkhan to defeat him once and for all! By the way, good luck with that whole claiming to be the Nerevarine thing. Have fun!
Help! Werewolves are attacking a fort on an island off Vvardenfell! When you're not defeating Dagoth-Ur, come help us solve this mystery! Oh, and a Daedric prince is involved? Have fun!
Help! Sotha Sil of the tribunal is going mad, and must be defeated, so as to save Morrowind! Oh wait, Almalexia, are you okay? Have fun!
Help! The emperor is dead! Quick, find his illegitimate son so we can stop Mehrunes Dagon from invading Tamriel. Whoops, lost the Amulet of Kings, it won't be that hard to get back, right? Have fun!
Help! A portal has opened up and it leads to the realm of the Daedric prince of Madness! You must go try and close the portal! Don't accidentally become a daedric prince yourself or anything! Have fun!
Knights of the Nine:
Help! We must restore the Knights of the Nine to take down a historic enemy back from the dead! You have time to do that whilst shutting Oblivion gates, right? Have fun!
Help! You, the one we tried to behead for no reason, you are a Dragonborn! So yeah, only you can stop Alduin, fabled dragon, world eater, from destroying Tamriel. Just try and avoid that civil war happening too. Have fun!
Help! A faction of vampires have appeared, we must create a new faction of vampire hunters to stop them at any cost! Wait, why are you a vampire now? Have fun!
Help! That creepy werewolf island is back! This time another Dragonborn is jealous of your new found fame! Oh dear, another daedric prince is involved this time... Have fun!
Help! I need a new Thane, and you need a house! Also, adopt some children... have fun!
Help! Molag Bal is invading Tamriel and will enslave everyone! You, the Vestige, are the only one that can stop him! Oh, and can you deal with every single village in Tamriel's problems? Have fun!
Your Most Beautiful Moment in Life pt.1: Ch14 (Non-idol!AU) - Jungkook loves you, you love Jin, and Jin loves his baby brother so much that he broke your heart. And Jin regrets it more than you could possibly know.
Jin looms over you as soon as you exit the apartment complex, his alcohol-tainted breath clouding around your head as he rants. “Honestly? My brother is a little weird for liking you.
I mean, sure, you’re pretty but you’re not that pretty.”
Before you can think of something to say, he continues: “You’re also way too short, you eat too much, and you’re a nerd!”
You sigh, not in the mood to deal with a drunkenly raving Jin. But when you start to turn away, he seizes you by the shoulders to face him.
“So then… why do I feel this way about you?” he whispers.
His lips crash against yours and one hand tilts your chin, forcing a deeper kiss. He doesn’t notice–or didn’t want to notice–your muffled cry.
Mustering all your strength, you kick his ankle and push at his chest at the same time. He stumbles off you and unable to regain his balance, topples to the sidewalk.
You wrap your arms around yourself protectively and watch Jin. He doesn’t move, but you don’t dare get close again, and he remains on the pavement until his younger brother finally arrives.
“Y/N-noona…” Jungkook walks towards you, his brows drawn slightly together in concern seeing you huddled into yourself, but when he notices Jin sprawled on the ground, he takes a detour. “Hyung! What happened–ugh, that smell! Are you drunk? You never get drunk!”
Jungkook swivels his head to look at you. “Did he do anything… weird?”
You stiffen, but only say: “Nothing.”
When you see that Jungkook has secured Jin on his shoulder, you turn back to the apartment complex. “I’ll see you next time.”
“Ah–goodnight, noona!” Jungkook calls after you, but you have already shut the gate. “Come on, hyung, let’s go home.”
Just when Jungkook thinks that his older brother is out for the night, Jin starts giggling. “Princess… I missed you so much.”
Jungkook scoffs. “If you missed her so much, you should’ve just seen her at home, like you did before. And it’s not like the two of you don’t work together…”
“I want to see you again.” Jin murmurs sleepily. “I want to see you all the time…”
“You did nothing she says. Yeah right.” Jungkook grunts as he drags Jin, whose drunkenness seems to have made him ten times heavier. “She didn’t tell us to be careful on our way. She didn’t even look back as she went back in. The Y/N-noona I know would never be that cold. Especially not to you. What did you do?”
In a flash of lucidity, Jin lifts his head and smiles sadly at his younger brother. “Something that I can never be forgiven for.” The moment leaves as suddenly as it came, with his head lolling towards his chest and his limbs slumping further.
PAIRING: Calum/Y/N RATING: S for smut :-) WORD COUNT: 6500+ REQUESTED: Nope
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“Step back a bit (Y/N).” Barry muttered as you stood as high
as your tiptoes would let you and tried to look down at the Raptors.
“Why can’t I go help, Blue listens to me to.” You insisted
and he chuckled.
“She wants you to think she listens, now just watch your
father.” Barry ruffled your hair as you watched Owen work the Raptors.
Delta spotted you and started to wonder off, making soft
chitters at you knowing that you were the source of secret treats, Owen
whistled and after a hesitant complaint she rushed back into formation.
Twenty more minutes and the Raptors were bored and no longer
paying attention so Owen rewarded them and headed over to where you were stood,
grinning ear to ear, waving at the Raptors when they all started to stare at
“You been giving them mice again?” Your father asked as he
stopped next to him and crossed your arms.
In which the zombie apocalypse is consuming the world and Sirius and Remus get separated in a food run.
The cut running along the side of Remus’ forehead throbbed with the sweat and blood quickly drying in the hot, noon sun. His stomach felt like it was concaving into itself, his muscles ache from sleeping on the ground all night. His feet kept sliding on the dew soaked morning grass, and each time it got harder and harder to catch himself. By the time the camp finally came into view he felt ready to drop, vision swimming slightly from lack of water.
He didn’t know how it had happened. They drilled, practiced, planned so this exact thing didn’t happen. It had been a food run, one of the most routine outings. They’d been in broad daylight. Sirius had been right behind him, he’d been making a joke, Remus had wanted to laugh and then…
His mind played the familiar sound of the undead breathing and he flinched. The next thing he remembered was waking up in the dark, and was forced to hide for the night. The dark was not for the living anymore.
He’d been walking for hours, made to feel longer in the heat of the day, hand glued to the gun at his hip, when the camp had finally appeared between trees. He let out a breath that he felt like he’d been holding for the entire night.
He waved his hands in surrender when he heard the familiar sound of a loaded gun being aimed in his direction and a shout from the watch towers.
“It’s me! It’s me..” Remus ran out of breath at the end, practically limping to the now slowly opening metal gates. He could understand their confusion. He was hardly walking like a human being right now. Remus looked up, chest flooding with relief at the sound of his name.
“Fucking hell-“ Sirius was squeezing his way through the doors before they had even opened properly and Remus practically collapsed into his chest. He felt an arm wrap around his waist, holding him up, the other pressing to the back of his neck, feeling heavenly against his clammy skin, “Jesus, Remus. Remus-“
“‘m fine… I’m fine-“ He could hear Sirius taking shaky breaths and Remus fisted the back of his t-shirt, pulling himself closer, “Pads, I’m okay-“
“Fuck.” Sirius pulled back, the hand that was on his neck sliding around to cradle his cheek, thumb tracing over the sticky cut on his temple, “God, I thought you were right behind me. Fuck, Re, I didn’t mean-You have to know I’d- I’d never just leave you out there-“
“Pads, of course I know that. Of course I know that-“
“Then you weren’t there.” Sirius’ breathing was escalating, his eyes wild, “You weren’t- I was holding your hand but…” Sirius shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his forehead drop to Remus’, “Jesus, Re, I thought you were…“ Sirius’ voice broke, “I thought you were…”
“I’m not. I’m fine, we’re fine.” Remus leaned into the hand stroking his cheek. He was slowly loosing the flood of adrenalin at seeing Sirius again, and he was more tired than before, “‘m not a zombie, however I am severely dehydrated.”
Sirius let out a slightly watery laugh, opening his eyes to see Remus smiling at him, and pressed a long kiss to his forehead, “You can have all the water in the world as long as you never leave this camp again.”
Remus laughed as he was pulled flush against Sirius’ side, “No promises.”
The warmth of Sirius’ body felt warmer than the sun in ever sense of the word, and their feet nearly tripped over each other as they walked into camp, letting the gates shut slowly behind them.
“This is it,” Steve declared and parked the jeep. Everyone unbuckled their seatbelts and piled out of the jeep. You marveled at the tall trees all around and inhaled the fresh air deeply. You began stretching your legs and bent forward to warm your legs up.
“You’re staring,” Natasha whispered to Bucky while elbowing him.
This is for my Negan’s Valentine’s Day Massacre challenge! Join in on the fun and post your works of love! 💞
TV: The Walking Dead
Warnings: Dirty talk!
Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner
Inspired by: @underratedcharactersimagines First Date with Negan Would Include.
He watched her from the door way, his arms folded across his chest. The sounds of his leather jacket creaking caught her attention.
She was currently bent at the waist, buckling the strap of her killer heels. She looked up at him through the mirror, a blush to her cheeks.
He grinned, his tounge sneaking out from his teeth, “Look at you doll! All decked out in a dress; never thought I’d see the fuckin’ day!”
She shook her head, standing and smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress, “Well, I wanted to look nice. It is a Valentine’s Day dinner.”
Shit; he couldn’t remember when the last time he celebrated Valentine’s Day. Lucille had passed before they could share it during her final year alive.
And now that the world had ended over two years ago, well, he just didn’t see the fuckin’ point.
Then he had wives only to have them sent away because of the woman standing in front of him.
There was something there, something that his other wives didn’t have… and goddamnit, he wanted to explore that.
Negan pushed off the door jam, walking over to Y/N. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, twisting slightly from side to side as he slid his other hand into her hair.
“You do look nice, baby,” he ran his nose along her neck, making her shiver, “I could literally just eat you up.”
She giggled, holding on to his shoulders, “Negan,”
He growled, nibbling on her neck, making her laugh loudly.
“Have your bag packed?” He asked, against her neck.
She hummed softly, holding his head in place, “Yes.”
Patting her ass, he placed a kiss on her pulse, “Let’s get rollin’ then baby.”
He grabbed her bag, more than ready to get her alone.
“You still haven’t said where we’re going, Negan,” Y/N said, her heels clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor as she tried to keep up with his long strides.
He slowed, taking her hand and threading his fingers with hers, “It’s a surprise, babe, so quit asking.”
Taking her to the truck, he quickly was on the road, not wanting a fuckin’ thing to stop him.
Every now and again, Negan would glance over at Y/N to see her staring out the window.
There wasn’t much to look at; the occasional Walker and desolate land. Her quietness unnerved him.
Taking his hand, he placed it on her knee, pulling her dress upward so he could get a peek of her thigh.
She looked over at him, smiling.
“How about I pull this truck over and we have some fuckin’ fun?”
Her laugh lifted his spirits, calmning his nerves.
“Nope, no way.” She said, stroking the top of his hand.
“Aww, c'mon Doll, why not?”
In prim and posh British accent she said, “Because I’m a lady, that’s why.”
They laughed, Y/N scooching over in the seat to rest against him.
Pulling up to the gates of Alexandria, Y/N shot him a look.
“What?” He asked, his innocence failing miserably.
“Don’t be rude, Negan… please?” She asked, sticking out her bottom lip.
“Uhg, I hate it when you pull the doe eyed look, baby.”
The smile that took over her face told him that she knew she won.
He sighed, shuting the truck off and getting out, “Wait here.”
Rick opened the gate, looking pissed.
“Rick the Prick! How the hell are ya!?” Negan asked, his arms out stretched.
Rick stood there, hand on his belt and tapping his foot, “Very last house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Other two homes are vacant. You’ll have your privacy.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Negan turned his attention to the truck.
Rick followed his gaze, then looked back to Negan.
With his fingers crossed, he leaned back slightly, “Maybe if I’m lucky, there’ll be some freaky deaky tonight!”
He laughed loudly, heading back to the car.
Rick moved out of the way, letting Negan drive through, then slammed the gate shut.
When Negan pulled up to the house, he heard Y/N gasp.
“Wow,” she breathed, getting out of the truck to stare at the two story home.
Negan’s nerves were getting the best of him again. Getting out of the truck, he kept twirling and jiggling the keys, watching Y/N’s reaction.
“Can we go inside?” She asked.
“Huh? Well shit, Darlin’! Sorry!” He took her hand, leading her up the porch and into the house.
“Holy smokes!” She gasped in awe, when they entered the house.
Negan shut the door and led her to a room that he knew for a fact she’d go nuts over.
“Ah! None of that shit woman!” He scolded, opening the door that they were in front of.
He swept his hand into the room, “Ta da!”
Her mouth agape, she placed a hand over her heart, “It has a study!?”
Lined from wall to wall was a small library. She was forever fuckin’ reading, anything from romance books to medical texts.
“Think you’ll be alright in here while I get cleaned up?” Negan asked.
He smiled, leaving her with her thoughts.
As Negan looked in the mirror, he turned his head from side to side after his shower.
Yup, he was about to take the plunge. The shit that veen growing on his face was finally coming off. It was just a little surprise for Y/N.
After applying some shaving cream, he carefully used the straight razor, ridding his face of his beard.
Once it was all done, he stared at his reflection.
Goddamn it had been forever since he was beard free. He’d nearly forgotten what he looked like.
Negan dressed in a clean white tshirt and jeans, forgoing any socks or shoes.
Going down stairs to the kitchen, he began to cook Y/N’s favorite meal, Spaghetti.
He’d been cooking for about an hour when Y/N came into the kitchen, her nose in a book.
“Neg-ahhhhh!” She hollered, dropping the book.
Her hands cupped over her mouth as she rushed over to him, “What did you do!?” She asked.
“You don’t like it?” He asked her.
Closing his eyes at the feel of her warm fingers caressing his cheeks; he had to admit that it was giving him one hell of a stiffy.
“I love it… It’s different, but I love it,”
He smiled, the deepness of his dimples now more prominent.
“Gimmie a fuckin’ kiss baby,” he growled softly.
He noticed that her heels were off since she stood on her tiptoes.
Palming her ass with one hand and the other craddling her cheek, he lowered his head and kissed her.
She gasped as he moved his smooth lips over hers, no beard hair in sight to prick her fuckable mouth.
Her moan was deep and loud as he ran his tounge against hers.
She pulled back with an audible smack as their lips broke apart.
“Wow,” she breathed, her thumbs running over his dimples.
Negan licked his lips, wiggling his eyebrows, “Just wait until I eat you out, baby.”
He laughed as she blushed and dodged a smack from her hand.
Going to the stove, he stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce. Negan took the wooden spoon out, carefully tasting it.
“Hmmmm mmmm!” He moaned, bending at the knees.
“Wanna taste?” He asked, Y/N, holding the spoon up to her mouth.
He watched as her lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon and couldn’t help but to reach down and adjust himself.
Damn those lips and that mouth was going to be the death of him.
Her eyes closed as her tounge licked away the extra sauce, “Oh God!”
“Good huh?” He chuckled.
She nodded, “You have no idea. It’s been forever since I’ve had homemade spaghetti!”
“Now you see, baby? I know you so damn well!” He bragged, going back to the stove to drain the noodles.
“Yeah, you do.” She said, softly.
As they sat at the table, Negan thought of other ways to let her know that she was it for him.
His good mood and banter had calmed a bit since they began eatting. He was lost in his own thoughts, a place he didn’t like going to very often.
Twirling some food on his fork, he jumped when he felt her foot tickle his ankle.
She giggled, happiness making her eyes light up.
He gently poked at her foot with his toes, laughing as she exclaimed that what he was doing was tickling her.
It was times like this that he was happy about sending away the other women and getting away from the Sanctuary.
He wanted to tell her how he really felt, but in a way, he believed he didn’t deserve it. After all the shit he put Lucille through? Hell, he couldn’t and wouldn’t blame Y/N if she wanted to take off.
Negan had moved his plate to the side, not in the mood to eat anymore.
Out of his peripheral, he saw her hand rest on his.
“I love you, Negan.” She said it so softly, he thought he had misheard.
He swallowed the lump in his throat; he could do this.
“Love you too, Y/N… have since the day you turned my life upside down.”
His brows bunched, realizing that that didn’t come out right, but she seemed to have understood.
Relief coursed through him as she smiled sweetly at him.
“C'mere baby.” He patted his lap.
She stood, going over to him and straddling his lap. Her dress had ridden up, revealing her pantie covered core.
Taking a handful of hair, he pulled her roughly to him, kissing her hard.
She responded well with the rough kiss, her head slightly bobbing with his as their lips and tounges moved with one another.
He gripped her ass, pulling her more into his lap. She rolled her hips, grinding against his erection.
“Jesus fuck, baby!” He panted as her lips sucked greedily on his neck.
Lightly tugging on her hair, he brought her mouth back to his, licking at her lips as he growled into the kiss.
Y/N placed her hands under his shirt, her nails slightly clawing at his hairy chest.
She whimpered, pulling back to gasp for air.
Craddling the back of her head, Negan kissed her ear, “I fuckin’ love the shit outta you Doll.”
His voice was deep, dropping the more turned on he became.
Taking his middle finger, ran it across the seam of her panties, “And this pussy? Baby, I’m goin’ fuck the hell out of this pussy. Everyone,” he bit down on her lobe, soothing the sting with his tounge, “and I mean everyone will know this pussy belongs to me.”
She tilted her head back, moaning, “Oh God,”
Negan took hold of her chin, making sure that she was looking into his eyes, “No baby, not God… Negan.”
This is my submission for @negans-dirty-girl‘s 4k writing challenge! I’ve never written anything other than my multi-chapter fic, so this was new and difficult for me, but I really enjoyed it. I hope you do as well! I know it’s supposed to be a Negan fic but I had to put a hefty amount of Simon in there too after meeting Steven Ogg this weekend and remembering how much I love Simon.
Characters: Simon & Negan x Reader
Prompts: Raincoat, Make a Wish, and/or Silhouette(could pick one, two, or all three - I decided to do all three)
Cautions: just language & a bit of violence
It was cold, it was wet, and you were pissed off.
Separating from your group had proven to have dire
consequences, even though you knew it had to be done. Landon had become
unpredictable and emotionally volatile, and it was only a matter of time before
he put your entire group in danger. You had also noticed a change in Keira, and
you weren’t sure who she tied her loyalties to anymore. As the newest member of
the group, you were almost certain if anything happened and they needed a
scapegoat or a sacrifice, it would be you.
Hi there! I love your writing and I wanted to make a request if that’s okay? :3 One where the reader is in her early twenties. She and Negan had teamed up early on in the outbreak, and had a close, romantic relationship. Then a hoard came through, separating them and causing them both to think the other is dead for a few years. One day he and the Saviors find a new town to “make a deal” with and he finds out that she is the leader. Fluffy smut if possible? Thank you! ^-^ - anon
If you requested this…. hit up my ask (anon if you’d like) and tell me how you liked it!
A/N: I may of gotten carried away, but I hope you enjoy it anon! Thanks for sending in!! Also, keep sending in your request. I have a few I’m going to start working on!
THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!!
You’d met him just a week after the world went to shit. Being nineteen at the time, you fell head over heals for him. He, an older gentleman that he was, didn’t force you into an uncomfortable situations. He took care of you and you took care of him. You learned how to kill these dead creatures that resurrected from the grave together.
Together you two were unstoppable. Neither walkers nor people could stop you. The first kiss was something of magic. The sparks you felt run through your body was the best feeling you had at the time. Your first time together was wonderful.
Omg omg omg I loved “Away” so much!! Can you do a part two?? Where Daryl comes home early bc the thing with Aaron didn’t work out and so Rick and the reader are in the middle of having sex, Daryl hears and freaks out and leaves (he doesn’t know it was Rick) but once he finds out it’s just super awkward between the three, idk you can figure out an ending but omg I just need more of this story
I HONESTLY LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCH OMFG. HOPE YOU ENJOY!
Warnings: Smut, swearing, violence, angst, teensy bit o fluff
A/N: HERE IT IS, OH MY GOD I AM SO EXCITED TO POST THIS! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY READING THIS AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT.
Festivities for HOLI abound all over .. it is the time of year when there is celebration .. change of season, harvesting, and general cheer .. the colours bring in the otherwise dull countenance .. song and dance have accompanied all such occasions .. the freedom of liberating your inner constraints play over … mixing guests, forgiveness of old animosities, friendships bonded over, the consumption of the traditional ‘bhang’ and the joys of its after effects …
When adverse health conditions plague relatives, the celebration is stopped .. and so it shall be for us this time .. we pray yes, but we also respect ..!
The attention to the conditions at home with the health issues of relatives, kept me not too well informed with the other winners at the Zee Awards last night .. I just came in at the back of the stage, minutes before I was to be announced on stage, for bringing in a tribute to those we lost from the fraternity .. did my remembrance of those we had worked with, and who had left behind their own contributions to be cherished and kept in posterity .. and left the stage, only to be rushed back as the Best Actor was announced, graciously received it from Sridevi and Bonny Kapoor acknowledged all those that contributed to the film PINK and left for the hospitals where relatives have been admitted - two different hospitals ..
ShahRukh had called in the morning before, asking me to drop by at his place for dinner .. the Founders and owners of Netflix were coming over and had expressed a desire to meet me, among others. I kept my word to him and did drop by. I do not think that Netflix biggies were even aware of who I was .. so completed a formality and met a few other friends - Karan, Alia, Vinod Chopra, Zoya, Imtiaz, Anand L Rai, Farah, Aamir, Ashutosh, Vidhya, Ronnie, Siddharth Roy Kapoor et al .. and left .. and as I drive away, I get the opportunity to see many parts of the city which have eluded me for long and find many facilities fresh and new, eateries all over, bridges and flyovers for convenience .. and the younger generation hounding every feet of the environ about - on bikes, in cars, eating by the wayside, walking about .. free in mind and thought .. laughter and music around them .. its a live surrounding .. and I am talking past midnight .. the roads are traffic snarled, but happily so .. its just so wonderful to see all this .. alongside also is the misery and the poverty - the pavements and dividers becoming temporary living quarters .. and this worries and pulls the heart .. you drown yourself in the music of your creation in the vehicle you travel in, and strain your neck to the multitudinous material that keeps the entire universe occupied - the mobile and the net !!
Somewhere though, those lasting visuals never leave you .. will they ever ??
What also notices that pass by are the bill boards .. each one larger than the other, placement challenged, content attractive to catch the eye for the commerce, or campaign, they all have reason .. some of mine are there in some generosity …
….. and they do not need explanation or attempted description ..
The next do .. for they are of well wisher fame and they describe their love each Sunday .. a Sunday after missing out on the last one .. the Ef are there as always in large numbers promoting SARKAR 3 in interesting ways .. thank you so much, the Prashant and AG group .. you do understand that it does become difficult to invite you in after the gates shut .. there are some though that do get in, but its their first time and I relent ..
And this my fan from Iraq .. been here for almost 30 years or more .. runs a video store in his country, and started his business by showing my films first .. these are constants and can never be ignored .. his emotions I never challenge .. except I wonder why he feels that I am not bathing myself adequately .. because on each trip he brings bags full of soap !