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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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