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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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So it's season 2 of twd, and reader and norman have picked out a house in Georgia and are moving in together.

(both now have 3 season contracts for twd) the audience really responded to both their characters. reader's character is like daryl: good at hunting and tracking. (maybe it's similar to the first movie they did together. the writers have the characters as best friends).

then norman's ex (please make it an imaginary person, not his actual ex helena) is cast in a recurring role. meant to be daryl's love interest.

MEANWHILE reader and norman find out that she is pregnant! they're both so happy. But what about the show?

The show will have to make reader's character pregnant, too. But is daryl the father? someone else? How does this affect their relationship on and offscreen?

(maybe his ex is killed off sooner than expected and daryl gets with reader's character? or shane is the father? or there is another actor (hot actor of your choice) who is cast on the show as reader's love interest?)

Okay, maybe that's a lot. We'll talk. I hope this all makes sense. <3

Hiii!!

As you wish, we have more about Norman and Plus Size! Reader! Thank you very much for the support and thanks @minervadashwood for your incredible ideas, I love them so much.

Okay, enjoy this new part you all!!

Hope you like!!

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My Big Girl.

Norman Reedus x Plus Size!Reader.

Part 3.

Requested by: @minervadashwood

Warnings: Little jealousy. fluff. smut (Norman is a horny boy, sorry.) Norman stills blonde.

Words: 3400

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You open the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. A huge smile forms on your mouth as the inside welcomes you.

Welcomes you.

Norman wraps his arms around your body as he rests his chin on your shoulder. A smile forms on your mouth, reaching up to stroke his hair as he kisses your cheek.

You've finally bought a house in Georgia, nothing too over the top, something comfortable and cozy for the time you spend there filming the new season of TWD. Because yes, you're still on the show. Apparently people have been fascinated by Daryl and Merle's story, getting Norman to sign on for several more seasons. Your character is also being liked, from the first episode they changed some scenes and plots for the first as well as the second season. Apparently they wanted to make a love trio between Rick, Lori and Shane, but they saw the chemistry you and Norman had and decided that your character would be Shane's girlfriend. You didn't mind, you had a good relationship with John and he was fun to work with, Norman found it a little harder to be present in the scenes you shared. Especially if you had to kiss each other.

"Is that necessary?" He'd say, crossing his arms. "I mean, he's already touching her hand, there's no need to kiss." I growled protesting like a child.

"Save that jealousy for your scenes Norman, they'll do us good to make it more real." Scoffed Greg making you all laugh.

Of course things changed with the end of last season, once Shane was out of the game it left a lot of open doors to play with, both in the main plot and in the love theme between your character and Daryl. It wasn't a forced situation, after all, in the original comic Shane Walsh didn't live long either.

Norman's kisses down your neck bring you back to reality, you smile and purr, letting yourself do it. His hands tug at your shirt, hiding under it, squeezing your breasts and you hear him growl in your ear.

"God, they're even bigger than before..." He gasps pushing his hard crotch against your ass.

That's another piece of good news you've recently learned - you're going to be parents! You hadn't really planned it this way, you hadn't really talked about it seriously either, but it was clear to you that someday, if Norman was ready too, you'd like to have a child. Watching him interact with Chandler and Madison made your heart flutter. He was good and kind to them, joking around and helping them get their nerves out of the way in front of the cameras. You knew that being a real father would involve more than just games and jokes, but something told you Norman could surprise you so much more.

"I'm pregnant." You told him one day. When you weren't in Georgia, you had also bought an apartment in New York, near the China Town area. Norman was drinking a beer and got the bottle halfway to his mouth.

"What?" was the only thing he was able to say and it scared you.

"I-I'm pregnant..." You whispered with some fear, now unsure how he was going to react.

"A-and..." He stammered and walked towards you, taking the beer from your hand. "Y-you can't drink, i-it could be bad for our son and..." His voice trembled turning into little whispers.

Maybe it wasn't reaction you expected, at least at first, but as he was aware of the news, the bigger your smile became, as you saw his eyes begin to sparkle and even a smile formed on his mouth.

"Our son..."

"Yes..."

After that you needed to talk to the TWD production after all, it was going to be a long time filming, your belly was going to get bigger and bigger and even though you all end up losing some weight due to the intense temperatures when you were filming, everyone would notice some changes. But it didn't seem to be something they were worried about, they gave you congratulations and it was all in their hands.

"Norman... the door..." You gasp, closing your eyes.

"Right..." He grunts pushing it with his foot, slamming it shut with his heel. A chuckle escapes you and you turn to look at him.

"Our stuff is out..."

"Screw them, I'll get them in later." He assures you, kissing you intensely, making you laugh against his mouth.

He gropingly guides you to your room. He only pulls apart a little to remove your shirt and his eyes look at you with latent desire. You feel your cheeks light up a little, Norman has always been an easy man to read and you can perfectly see the love and lust that is shaking him at that very moment. His hands caress your shoulders slowly moving down to your belly, always round and soft, now it is more bulging and hard, Norman's hands touch it adoringly. You never thought you'd meet someone who loved something you didn't yet have with you so much. He kisses you again with intensity, his hands leave your belly to unclasp your bra, you sigh with relief, your whole body is changing and growing more than normal, wearing a bra is sometimes becoming a nightmare. A moan escapes your mouth as Norman catches one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking, while with his other hand he massages your other tit, pinching your nipple between his fingers. All that attention gives you goose bumps and your panties keep getting soaked.

You push him gently to break the contact, look at each other and kiss him to start undressing him. Norman helps you with quick and somewhat clumsy movements, you kiss his mouth again, bite his chin and move down his neck as your fingers play with his chest hair. Norman bends his head sighing, his fingers caress the red marks on your skin, due to the bra, and kisses the strap line imprinted on your shoulder. He tenses slightly as you pull his pants to the floor and try to kneel in front of him.

"Wait, wait."

"What's wrong?" You look at him confused.

"M-maybe you shouldn't do that... I mean, maybe it's not the most comfortable position..."

"Norman...we both know we've been in 'more uncomfortable positions'" You start to say, watching him redden. "I'm pregnant, it doesn't invalidate, I think I can still suck you off..."

"Yes, but... God, why do you have such a dirty mouth?" he grunts with some desperation, his cock still pulsing inside his pants. "Come." He asks you, preventing you from kneeling on the floor.

He guides you to the bed, where he carefully sits you down and positions himself between your legs, his crotch still hidden by his briefs, in front of your eyes.

"See, this way you're comfortable and I don't feel guilty because I want you to suck me off." He says sincerely and a giggle escapes you at the sight of his red ears.

You settle on the edge of the mattress, kissing his abdomen, following the line of hair that traces your way from his belly button to his underwear. Norman sighs as he feels your lips on top of the fabric, moistening his length.

"Don't play with me, honey..." He warns you with a growl.

You smile and slowly pull down his briefs, his cock rises before you, you hold it rubbing it slowly without taking your eyes off him, before opening your mouth and licking his glans. Norman gasps as he feels you catch him fully in your mouth, you hollow your cheeks sucking harder as your head pumps at a slow pace.

"Oh fuck, I love your dirty mouth, baby." He bites the tip of his tongue, slowly moving his hips against you.

You hum against his length, the vibration of your voice runs all over his cock, seeping pleasure all the way down to his balls, Norman throws his head back letting himself be carried away by the pleasure.

Norman holds your hair and slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth, its tip brushing against your wet, reddening lips.

"So precious and perfect." He smiles and you let out a giggle.

He holds you down and lays you on the bed. He finishes undressing you to stand between your legs. You moan and arch as his fingers enter you, touching those perfect spots he always manages to find as his tongue and lips give due attention to your clit. Your eyes roll every time his fingers twist inside you and his tongue doesn't stop stinging your sensitive muscle.

"No-Norman!" you moan his name as you feel your orgasm jolt you rolling your eyes.

Norman doesn't pull away until your legs stop jerking, unconsciously locked against his head, though he doesn't mind, he loves feeling trapped between your thighs, tasting you, soaking in your scent. Slowly he sits up, licking his lips. He settles between your legs, his lips kiss your thighs, your bulging belly, he plays with your breasts until a new moan escapes your mouth, he keeps moving up and kisses you slowly, moving his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds. You wrap your legs around his waist, his belly pressing against yours and tensing over your body.

"Hey... "He stops again and you look at him worriedly. "D-do you think we should...?"

"What are you talking about?" Now you're even confused.

"It's just... What if I hit it?" he mumbles and you open your eyes wide. "What if I hit it unintentionally?"

You can't help it, a violent guffaw escapes your mouth, having to cover yourself with both hands. Norman looks uncomfortable, he sits back on his heels looking at you, frowning.

"Honey, this isn't the first time we've had sex, being pregnant."

"I know! But it was smaller, now it's bigger and maybe..."

"Norman, listen to me..." You ask him. You hold his shoulders making him lie on top of you again. "I love your cock, I really do, and yes it's bigger than average, but trust me, you're not going to hit the baby and cause a concussion." You are unable to say that without laughing. Norman fidgets nervously, still a little hesitant. "Besides, the doctor said sex was good for pregnancy." He looks at you cocking his head..

"When did he say that?"

"Honey, are you going to finish what you started or do I have to do it myself?" you sigh with some impatience. Out of the corner of your eye you see his cock straining against his stomach again.

"I love it when you take control..." He grunts and you take it as an invitation, you lean on his shoulders, but. "No." He stops you by holding your wrists, puts your arms above your head and clasps both your hands with one of his. A new cramp of pleasure runs through you. "Not this time, I have to get some of my pride back." He says, a chuckle escapes you that dies in your throat as he slowly enters you.

"Norman..." You gasp his name closing your eyes, biting your lip.

"Fuck, always so tight and wet for me." He snorts and thrusts harder staying wedged inside you.

A moan escapes from both of your mouths. His hand squeezes tighter on your wrists, you wrap your legs around his waist and he begins to move slowly, your hips accompanying him finding that rhythm that drives you both crazy.

The room immediately fills with moans and gasps, the heat of your bodies intoxicating the atmosphere, the increasingly intense pleasure swirling inside your bodies.

"My God Norman, it feels so good!" you cry out arching your back. He releases your wrists and holds your legs apart, spreading them a little wider, thrusting harder, faster, watching his cock lose itself inside you, again and again. "I'm... I'm going to..." You assure him and your hands cup your breasts, playing with your nipples.

"That's it, honey, play with you, let me see you play with your tits." He asks you in a husky voice.

"N-Norman!" you whimper in frustration because suddenly his thrusts are slower.

"What if I didn't let you cum?" He speaks viciously, never taking his eyes off you.

"I'll kill you." You assure him and he chuckles, pausing momentarily, pulling his cock out. "Norman, I swear to God..."

Your threat comes to nothing as he thrusts hard inside you again, your back arches, a guttural moan comes from you, your eyes roll as your orgasm hits you hard, Norman continues to fuck you, feeling your body shudder, your spasms clenching his cock getting himself to cum, he grunts and huffs through his teeth giving a few last thrusts before stopping completely. He lies carefully on top of you, hands bearing his full weight, his face resting in the hollow of your neck. Your arms go around his shoulders, stroking his hair, you hear him purr and smile.

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It's been a couple of weeks since you arrived in Georgia, now the whole cast is there, ready to shoot again. You show up on the set to see all your co-stars, Andy and Melissa are the first to come up to you and give you a hug.

"Congratulations" They say at the same time and you laugh.

"You couldn't hold back." You joke and Norman looks at you apologetically.

"You know I can't hide anything from them." He defends himself, but you shake your head, you know how much Andrew and Melissa mean to him, so you have nothing to say.

"Alright guys, I'm glad you're all okay and we have some surprises." Greg wiggles his eyebrows and everyone congratulates you as you break the news. "As you may have seen we've modified the script a bit to introduce pregnancy into the story, plus we have some new people with us that I'd like you to meet." He keeps talking and one by one he introduces the people who will be joining us this season.

Momentarily you notice Norman tense up next to you. Greg finally introduces a tall woman with beautiful hair and striking eyes, she smiles politely and a little self-consciously, but soon spots Norman and her smile grows wider. Clearly they've known each other before.

"Norman!" She greets him and walks toward him to hug him. Norman blocks, but responds to her gesture nervously.

"H-hello, Liz." He whispers pulling away from her.

You know how to read his body perfectly after so long together. You know he's tense, nervous, whoever this woman is, he wasn't expecting her there. Instinctively you take his hand, squeezing it to encourage him, Norman looks at you thanking you for your hand. He smiles and you notice him relax a little.

"How do you two know each other?" You want to know, he tenses his gesture, and shakes his head.

"It's... We were together a while ago..." He looks at you and you nod, there's nothing special about it, you never thought you'd be Norman's first girlfriend, it was stupid to think that. But there's clearly something else.

"And who are you?" Liz asks you and you open your mouth to answer.

"She's my wife." Norman grabs you around the waist and your heart races. "And we're having a baby."

"Ah... congratulations, I guess." She looks at you in surprise, walking away down the set, leaving you alone.

"I'm sorry..." Norman apologizes. "It was a complicated relationship..."

"It's okay, Norman, you don't have to apologize." You smile kissing him. "We've all had a past and you don't have to explain yourself to me..." .... N-nor lie..."

"Of course I want to tell you, and... Did you say lie? I didn't lie to you."

"To Liz... you said I'm your wife..."

"So what, you don't want to be?" He looks at you worriedly and you laugh with a shrug.

"Way to propose." You scoff and he reddens a little.

"I admit I had it planned differently..."

"You had it planned?"

"A little, maybe..." He rubs the back of his neck, nervous.

You laugh again and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The conversation ends there, none of you press the issue, you focus on the job now that you're all there. The producers tell you how the new season is going to work, your pregnancy is the little that remains as a memory of Shane, the odyssey of the whole group looking for where they can take shelter until they find the prison. Liz's new character.

"Will she be Daryl's girlfriend?" Doubtful questions.

From the last chapters of the first season there was a slight interest from the hunter for your character, nothing exaggerated, but that became more and more evident as Shane was losing his mind, but now it seemed that they wanted to nip that in the bud and involve a third person. It didn't make sense to you.

"Relax, I'm not going to steal him from you." Liz jokes even though her voice doesn't sound kind.

"Liz..."

"Actually she'll be attracted to our good-hearted redneck, we'll be counting on a confused Daryl which I'm sure Norman will play to perfection."

"Sure thing, boss." He nods, fiddling with his script in his hands.

"Unfortunately Liz's character, she won't last long with us..." He looks at the woman apologetically and she laughs.

"We all know how this show works, it's okay, it'll be fun."

"And we'll get back to our little moments between Daryl and our pregnant girl."

Everyone seems to be okay with this, you now understand the situation a little better, but for some reason you're still not comfortable with it. You know you can't get jealous, it's stupid, it's more than obvious that Norman isn't comfortable around Liz, but... she was his girlfriend once upon a time, maybe there's still something between them that maybe....

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" you jump in your own skin when you hear Liz next to you.

"R-right... Is something wrong?"

"I know why Norman chose you..." She starts to speak and you suddenly feel your defenses rise, ready for whatever she has to say. "You're good for him, just look at him. You can tell he cares about you."

You look over at Norman, he's standing back, talking to the rest of your cast mates, but he's got his eye on you, worried about what Liz are talking to you about. You smile.

"Norman has his good and bad things, but he's loyal and he's never going to do anything to really hurt you." You smile Liz giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder. "He's very lucky to have you."

"No...I'm lucky to have him...thank you Liz." You smile gratefully and the woman walks away.

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You enter home after a long and hard day at work, neither of you say anything, during the way, Norman has felt you very pensive and that worries him, he has seen Liz talking to you and he doesn't know what she has been able to tell you. Your relationship didn't end badly, but there were some strains that weren't properly ironed out, Norman knows you know he's no saint, but he also doesn't want your head filled with misconceptions and he can't explain himself.

"Are you okay?" he jumps into his skin when he hears you. Your hands caress your belly and you have a tired grimace on your face. You nod and shrug.

"Yeah, I think, I don't know... Are you okay?"

"Tired and surprised, trying to take it all in, I guess." You smile again.

"Hey, if Liz has told you anything that might have upset you..."

"No, she just... wanted to talk to me." You explain. "I think she was worried about you, I guess."

"Worried about me?" a snort escapes him and he walks over to you, wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you very slowly, enjoying you. "I've never been better, and it's because I have you..."

"Norman..." You feel your eyes fill with tears, pregnancy is making you more emotional than usual.

"I'm serious, I've been happy, of course, I have a good life, but..." He smiles and touches your cheeks with his thumbs. "When I think about my future, you are in all my ideas and plans... you and our baby." He assures you and his hands move down to your bulging belly.

"You in mine too..." You whisper trying to hold back tears.

"I love you." He assures you and you feel something cold slip on your finger, you look down discovering a beautiful ring with simple details, Norman shows you that he wears on his middle finger, the same model, bigger. "It's a promise, okay? When we finish this season, when we have our baby with us..."

"Yes, Norman... yes, I do." You smile and hug him, kissing him again.

You both melt in an intense embrace, a kiss that lengthens, soft, charged with all the emotions and feelings that invade you.

All the love you both feel.

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I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

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minervadashwood · 2 years

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🩹🧵 Scars and Stitches Masterlist 🩹🧵

📚🔪🏹Completed📚🔪🏹

About:

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x PlusSize fem!Reader (she/her) Era: Season 1-Season 4. Sort of follows the series, but with some major changes. Summary: Ongoing series. Slow burn romance. Long since recovered from childhood abuse and neglect, you, a librarian, are sheltering in place with your best friend, Morgan Jones, when you meet Rick Grimes. You go with Rick to Atlanta. After everything in the city goes to shit, you are determined to help Daryl rescue his brother, and in doing so you find a kindred spirit who makes your new life bearable. [Eventual smut, in case that's important to you 😉]. Warnings: Shane Walsh being awful, language, violence, mentions of past abuse, and mentions of drug use/addiction. Reader Info: Aside from being plus size, the reader's appearance is totally left to your imagination. However, she does have a backstory to explain her unique skill set and affinity for redneck bad boys. I have done my best to make her race-inclusive, but I am white, so there are bound to be mistakes. If you notice these, don't hesitate to tell me. Themes: found family, demisexuality, self acceptance, the power of hugs, love, and happy endings.

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📚📖 Chapter List 📖📚

Morgan and Morgan

Scars and Stitches

Cut and Run

Alone

Together

Safe

Lost and Found

Well, Shit.

To Bed

Home

Forging Bonds

Just Friends, Right?

Date Night

Straight Through the Heart (and Skull)

Quiet Comfort

Gone

Strings Attached

Trespassers

Six Pack of Secrets

Walkers in the Barn

Alone Together

Long Way Down

Alcoholic Synonymous

By Your Side

Still Up the Night

Not Actually Lost, but Most Definitely Found

Dreamy

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years

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Entrapment

Series Masterlist

TWD Modern AU

⚠️Warnings⚠️:Language, Angst, Eventual: Non con, Dub con, Violence, Smut.

Part 1: Let you know

Part 2: The Man In Love With You

Part 3: Hello Darlin'

Part 4: Fool Hearted Memory

Part 5: Everything I Wanted

Part 6: Smoke Rings In The Dark

Part 7: Everything That Glitters

Part 8: The Way We Were

Part 9: He Ain't Worth Missin'

Part 10: Once You've Loved Somebody

Part 11: Don't Give Up On Me

Part 12: Blue Ain't Your Color

Part 14: This Is How I Learn To Say 'No'

Part 15: I Fall To Pieces

Part 16: Alibis

*Completed*

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the-purity-pen · 3 years

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Day 16 - Watermelon

Every day for the month of August, I will be writing small one-paragraph drabbles based on this wonderful prompt list.

plus sized!fem!reader { this takes place in the farmer!shane universe from “country roads” }

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Walking along through the stalls of the farmer’s market, you held the basket as best you could but it was getting full and heavy. You knew you needed a few more things, including watermelon to make the summer salad for the gathering at the local church later that week. Just as you reached the stand with the watermelon, you felt a large pair of hands gently grab your hips before slipping one of the hands over to the basket to take it from you. Your head turned just enough to see Shane standing up, basket in his hand now. When he leaned in to gently kiss your cheek, you smiled and leaned into it.

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crzcorgi · 6 years

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Love on Board

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Jon Bernthal

5200 words

Warnings ~ NSFW

Who would think that a cruise could change your life?

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I couldn’t believe it. I was finally living my dream. My bestie Suzy and I were on The Walking Dead cruise. A boat full of other fans as crazy for the show as we were. And we were joined by a handful of the show’s stars. Which is why I was here. Actually, I was here to see 3 of those stars specifically. 3 breathtaking men that turn every red blooded woman crazy with lust. Suzy and I were getting ready for a panel with one of those men, the other two having a panel later on.

Once we were dressed, our swimsuits on under our sundresses, we headed down to the deck that held the panels.

A last minute change in panels caused them to place the 3 men I was most eager to meet, the men that haunted my dreams, together. Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Norman Reedus and Jon Bernthal.

“Can you believe this?!” I whispered to my best friend, Suzy. “It’s like a dream come true!” I worked my way through the crowd, hoping to get closer to the stage. It was like the clouds parted as I was able to reach the edge of barricades separating the crowd from the stage.

“Desperate much?” Suzy jabbed my side, a smirk on her face. I laughed her off, I was way too excited to care.

Just then the moderator stepped up on the stage, walking to the middle. “Is everyone ready? Can I hear some ‘Hell ya’s?!’” The crowd erupted in cheers, me included.

“Let’s give it up for some of our favorites from the Walking Dead world. First up, you know him as Rick’s partner, Shane Walsh, and now starring as Frank Castle, The Punisher, Mr. Jon Bernthal!

As he stepped onto the stage, I couldn’t help but swoon a bit, he was, after all, my first Walking Dead crush. My bestie whispering, “He’s better looking in person!” I didn’t want to miss a thing so I just nodded in agreement, my eyes never leaving the stage.

“He’s everyone’s favorite lovable redneck, Daryl Dixon, Mr. Norman Reedus!” As Norman stepped on stage, the crowd erupted in hoots, a chorus of “I love you’s” and whistles, Suzy quickly joining in. He was her favorite so no surprise.

“He’s the bad guy everyone loves to hate, or hates to love, the man with the bat, Negan, Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan!”

The crowd, which hadn’t calmed down from Norman’s entrance, became much louder and rowdier. And I, of course, joined in.

“Calm down y/n!” Suzy grabbed my arm, acting like she was disapproving but quickly joined in.

“I’m sorry Suzy, but he is freaking gorgeous! They all are!” As I was staring at Jeffrey, I kept taking quick glances at Norman and Jon. As the men began joking with each, I became utterly enthralled. These men, honestly took my breath away.

I wasn’t even sure I took in what they were saying, just watching them, each one so amazingly handsome in their own way. But you always seemed to gravitate back towards Jeff & Jon.

Norman, though not conventionally handsome, had a certain rough around the edges charm. Very handsome in his own right.

Jon was swoon-worthy, so very manly, a masculinity that just made me gasp.

Jeffrey, he was the whole package. The whole sexy swagger, manly man, rugged as fuck, that made your panties wet. His lip-licking, nose crinkling, adorably dimpled damn face that you just couldn’t look away from.

Yes, I had it bad.

“Y/N, what next?”

“Huh?”

“It’s over, whatta we doing next?”

Looking up on the stage I realized it was over, the men standing up, chatting with each other.

“Can we just hang out here, poolside for a bit?”

Suzy began giggling. “Oh, just want to watch them? I get it, they are all sights to behold! Sure why not. I’ve got a bit of a buzz and am in a good mood.”

We made our way to a couple of lounge chairs, making sure we could still see the stage.

“You know you’re practically drooling there, y/n?”

“Oh, pffishh! I am not!”

I tried not to stare, but how could I ignore them? These men were gods, or at least, god-like. A little bit of heaven on earth. And I was this close to it. And I wanted them. Badly.

I closed my eyes, the afternoon sun feeling so nice on my face. Falling asleep, I began dreaming, a wonderful dream featuring those beautiful men. But I was soon rudely awakened.

“Wake up! Let’s go back to the cabin and get ready for the party tonight. I haven’t a clue which outfit I’m wearing and I need your help.”

Back in our cabin, trying on outfits, enjoying some nice wine, I all but forgot about my desire.

Heading down to the deck the party was on I started feeling excited. It had been awhile since I’d been out. I missed it, the parties, fun crowds, the drinking. I never drank to excess, but feeling that fun high from just a bit too much was so fucking enjoyable.

We made our way through the crowd finding an empty table. “I’ll go get our drinks.” Suzy said as I climbed up onto the bar stool.

I took a look around at the crowd. There were people of all ages, everyone mingling, chatting, laughing. It seemed a bit more laid back than the usual bar scene, everyone there for the same reason, their love of The Walking Dead bringing them together in a different kind of friendship.

I was looking down, noticing one of my freshly manicured nails had a tiny chip, making me frown.

“Shit!” I muttered to myself.

“I’m sorry?”

I knew that voice, but couldn’t believe it. Wasn’t sure I wanted to lift my face to see him, to look into those eyes. This had to be a dream. He cleared his throat, trying to get my attention thinking I must not have heard him. I had to look at him. And so, I did, slowly lifting my head to face him.

And I choked, on nothing but air. There he stood, all 6 foot 2 inches of fucking manliness.

“You okay sweetheart?” He placed his large palm on my back, patting it lightly, then rubbing it softly. I could feel the heat radiating off it. It felt so good.

Breathe, breathe! I had to will myself to keep up bodily functions that normally would be automatic. I knew I needed to speak, but how? But I was saved when Suzy appeared, drinks in hand.

“OMG! Hello! Uh, we love you!” She put the drinks down, non stop giggling as she sat next to me.

“I’m afraid I scared your beautiful friend.” Jeffrey told her. “I was just going to ask if this seat was free, I’m so sorry darling, I’ll just be on my way.” He removed his hand from my back, making me audibly sigh.

“No, uh, please, this seat is free!” I squeaked out, my voice so much higher than usual.

“Are you sure?” He leaned down, so much closer to my face, looking directly into my eyes.

“We’re sure!” Suzy chirped, kicking the extra stool out with her foot.

He moved away from me just enough to grab the stool, pulling it directly next to me and sitting down.

“So, how are you enjoying the cruise so far? No seasickness right?” He smiled, those damn dimples on full display.

Suzy spoke up. “Nope, we’ve been juuuust fiiiine!” She giggled, obviously the wine she’d had earlier plus the whiskey she just downed, going to her head.

“That’s good. Don’t want this beautiful lady sick in bed.”

Was he talking to me?! I couldn’t wrap my head around it. So I just smiled nicely at him, grabbing the glass of god knows what Suzy had brought me, and downed it in one shot.

Jeff grabbed my hand, causing me to squeak. “Easy there sweetheart! You’ve gotta pace yourself. We have plenty of night left!”

“Fuck dood! We’ve been lookin’ for ya!” It was Norman Reedus. And behind him, pulling away from eager fangirls, was Jon Bernthal.

I’m drunk and dreaming, that’s it. Because this can’t be real. I can’t be sitting here with Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jon Bernthal and Norman Reedus. Nope.

“Mind if these gentlemen join us dolls?” Jeffrey looked right at me, those hazel eyes boring into me.

“Oh, of course they can!” Suzy hiccuped, covering her mouth and giggling. “Come sit here Norman!” She patted the stool nearest her.

I began to feel braver, figuring if I was dreaming, why not enjoy myself? No one would be the wiser as it would all be safe inside my head.

We all began chatting, Suzy and I peppering them with TWD questions. And they answering us both happily. It was like we were old friends just catching up.

“Can I let you in on a little secret doll?” Jeff had leaned into, almost whispering into my ear, the vibrations from his deep baritone heading straight to my core, making me rethink my panty choice.

“Um, sure?!” I was almost afraid to ask.

“We saw you from the stage. All 3 of us.” He winked, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip. “We know how you feel about us.”

My eyes must have grown 3 sizes bigger. How could he possibly know that?

“Uh, you saw me?”

“I most certainly fucking did. And I pointed you out to Bubba and Jon.” His eyes never leaving mine as his hand landed on my bare thigh.

I tried to stay calm. But all I could think of, what I realized, was that his hand, on my leg, was most certainly not a dream. It was real. Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s hand was touching my bare skin, very close to my… UGH!

“So…” He had now moved impossibly closer, his lips grazing my ear. “what do you say to going somewhere much more private?”

I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, so afraid I might make a noise, panicked my body would betray me and he would know exactly what he was doing to me. I wanted, needed, to look cool, unaffected by his moves.

“Uh, but I’m here with my frie…” I looked up to see Suzy was gone, Norman too. “What the?!”

“Looks like she saw what she wanted and fucking took it. That leaves me and Jon. All alone doll.” He gave me this sad puppy dog look, pouty lips and all. I couldn’t help the giggle.

“Whatta say sweetheart?” Jon was suddenly standing behind me, his hands reaching out lightly to massage my shoulders.

Something inside me switched, on or off, I’m not sure. All I know is in that moment, that glorious moment, I decided to throw caution, and god willing, my panties, to the wind.

I began to stand, both men attempting to help me. Jeff taking my hand while Jon pulled my bar stool back.

“So where to gentlemen?” I winked in both their directions. A smirk on my cherry red lips.

“How about my stateroom Doll?” Jeffrey purred in my ear.

Not counting on my voice, I just nodded. We left out of the bar, heading straight for the elevator. As the doors opened, we stepped inside, Jeff’s hand landed on my lower back causing shivers to run up and down my spine.

“Nervous darlin’?” Jon asked, startling me out of my thoughts.

“Kind of?” I wasn’t sure how to answer, I didn’t want to scare them away with the wrong words.

“No need to be.” Jeff whispered in my ear, causing another wave of shivers.

“But we also want to make sure you are sure of this?” Jon motioned between you all.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I glanced up at them both, a shy smile on my lips.

“You are fucking adorable doll face!” Jeffrey pulled me tightly into his side making me squeak.

“We’re sharing Morgan.” Jon snickered, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

Whoa, wow.

The elevator chimed, letting us know we reached Jeff’s deck. The doors opened and Jeff gently guided me out the door.

“To the right sweetheart, fifth door on the left.”

We reached the door, Jeffrey bringing his keycard out to open it. I stepped inside, taking in the opulence.

“Wow! This is so nice!” I couldn’t help it. It was a beautiful room.

“They do set us up nicely.” Jeff spoke, leading me over to a sofa. “Sit doll.”

I sat down, Jeff sitting next to me, right next to me. So close our legs were touching, his body heat sinking into my bare thigh. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

“I gotta use your bathroom Morgan, pour me a glass?” Jon yelled as he stepped out of the living area.

“I’m not your fucking bartender Bernthal!” He stood up, turning quickly to offer me his hand. “Come help me y/n, I’ll pour us all a little something.”

I stood, making sure my too short dress was hiked up too far. I followed him to the bar, still a bit wobbly from the drinks I already had.

“So what will your poison be sweet thing?” Jeff’s tongue darting our across his lips, causing my thighs to clench together tightly.

“I think maybe I should pass, I’m still a bit tipsy.” I giggled. I turned to look out the window noticing the huge deck. I jumped when Jon’s hand landed on my ass, just a light slap.

“Fuck girl, you are smoking hot from behind!”

Giggling again, my voice almost a whisper as I thanked him. Hoping he didn’t notice the blush forming on my cheeks.

“Let’s head out on the patio.” Jeff led the way outside to a grouping of soft seats.

I sat down in a chair, both men just staring at me. Shit, did I have something on my face, in my hair?

“Y/N, why are you sitting by yourself, get that sweet ass over here!” Jon patted the empty seat between both of them. I swallowed hard, standing to make my way to them.

And then it happened, so quickly I couldn’t stop it. I tripped. Landing right into Jeff’s lap, my face that is.

“Sweetheart! Are you okay?” Jeff was pulling me up and onto his lap. And I was trying so hard not to cry, the tears beginning to form. “Oh sweet girl, it’s okay! Are you hurt?” He began rubbing my back, pushing my loose hair back from my face.

“I’m…okay, I’m just, so embarrassed!” I brought my hands up to hide my face. Humiliated.

“No, no need to be embarrassed sweetheart, that rug is loose, any one of us could have tripped.” Jon took a hold of my feet, pulling them up into his lap, taking my shoes off and rubbing them. And fuck if that didn’t feel good.

Jeff was now wiping the few tears that had made their way onto my cheeks, surprising me when he leaned in to kiss all over my face rapidly finding my mouth. It was such a sweet gentle kiss that turned heated when his tongue snaked its way over my lips and into my mouth. Our tongues began dancing the dance of domination, Jeff quickly winning. I brought my hands up behind his neck and into his short waves.

I was so into our ministrations that I almost didn’t feel Jon’s hands slowly massaging their way up my legs, reaching my dress hem and sneaking underneath. He continued moving upward, my dress bunching up, until he reached his destination.

“Silk, my favorite.” He growled as he ran his fingers over my now damp panties. “May I?” He had a hold of the lace waistband, asking permission to remove them.

As we pulled away for air, I looked down towards Jon.

“Yes.” I panted.

Jeff was now nipping at my neck, finding that sweet spot where my neck melds into my shoulder. One hand grasping at my still clothed breasts, the other reaching around to my back, unzipping my dress.

Jon’s fingers pulled at my panties, sliding them down, not stopping to touch me, just drawing it out, taking his time.

I felt so many sensations at once, it was almost an overload. Jeff’s nips and licks on my neck, shoulder. His hands pulling my dress down, one hand undoing my bra hook. My bra falling, my breasts freed, my nipples becoming hard from the cool night air. Jon’s fingers gently tugging my panties down my legs, the delicate feather touch causing goosebumps to erupt all over my over sensitive body.

As quick as it all began, it ended.

“Can you stand up baby?” Jeff asked in his gravelly voice causing me to shiver.

“Yes? I think?” I was a bit confused as to what was going on. My dress was around my waist now, my panties in Jon’s hands. My bra god knows where, my breasts exposed.

I slipped my feet off of Jon’s lap, dropping them to the floor. As I stood, my dress slid the rest of the way down my body, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of it, pushing it aside. And there I stood, completely bare, my naked body fully exposed. In front of two men that I adored.

“Fucking breathtaking baby, fucking breathtaking.” Jeff breathed out.

“Gorgeous darling.”

I felt self conscious, on display, bare, all of me. It must have shown on my face because both men leaned forward, each taking one of my hands.

“It’s okay y/n. Let’s go inside.” Jeff stood, as did Jon, Jeff taking the lead while Jon waved me ahead. When we got back inside, Jeff spoke.

“Bed?” He looked hesitant, but I nodded yes. I wanted them, I did. And I wouldn’t let my self doubt or nerves stop me from this once in a lifetime experience.

As I made my way towards the bed, I glanced over my shoulder at both men. How did I ever end up here? My own fucking personal heaven.

I crawled up onto the bed reaching the headboard and turning around. Both Jeff and Jon standing at the end of the bed, watching my every move. Their eyes lust blown and so very dark. Glancing down their bodies I notice both are quite “ready” for what was coming, in more ways than one.

Their “looks” sent a wave of different feelings, sensations, through my mind, body. I felt totally exposed, on display. But I was not at all self conscious from it. They looked at me as if I was the most beautiful, most glorious creature they had ever laid eyes upon.

“You are fucking marvelous darlin’, a sight to behold.” Jon spoke, a smile a mile wide upon his handsome face.

“Amen brother. A piece of art, a fucking masterpiece doll. And as much as I would love to stand here drinking you in, I have a few other things I would fucking rather be doing with you right now.” Jeff growled, his tongue running over his amazingly white teeth.

My desire for both men causing me to become suddenly, and extraordinarily, bold.

“How about you both give me a bit of a show?” I sat forward, beginning to crawl down the bed to where they stood. Reaching the end, I sat back on my feet, my hands itching to touch them.

They laughed, a gruff throaty sound coming from both.

“Wanna see us strip doll?” Jon winked at me as he backed up to sit down in a plush chair across from the bed. He slipped his boots off, socks next.

Jeffrey did the same thing, dropping into a chair that was in the opposite corner. His eyes never left mine as he began to undress, boots, socks, pants, shirt. Until he was left in a pair of black boxer briefs.

I wasn’t sure where to direct my eyes. Jeff stood, walking back over to the bed, his gaze never wavering. And I was staring at his very obvious bulge.

“Like what you see sweetheart? Wanna touch?” He purred, his hand reaching out to cup my chin, tilting my face upward. “Now, as much as I would enjoy your delicate hands on my very hard cock, I need to touch you, every fucking gorgeous inch of you.”

Jon appeared beside him, completely naked. I tried not to show the surprise, the shock, but my face betrayed me.

“S’ok sweetheart, you can look, no need to be shy.”

As Jon spoke, and I unabashedly stared, Jeff climbed on the bed unbeknownst to me, his arms slipping around my waist, his lips on my neck causing me to yelp in surprise.

In a muffled voice, Jeff laughed, his face now buried in me. “Sorry baby, I couldn’t wait.”

I felt the bed dip as Jon joined us, his hand running up my leg. Jeff’s hands coming up to my cheeks. “I need to taste you y/n, may I?” He sounded almost out of breath, desperate.

“Yes, yes.” I blurted out.

“Can you lay back doll, let us take care of you?” Jon asked.

I nodded my head, crawling backwards up the bed, my eyes watching them both, not wanting to be surprised.

Jon followed me up the bed, laying beside me. I sighed, he was so handsome up close and I just wanted to take it, him, all in.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Jeff growled, his hands on my calves, slowly moving upwards. Taking his time, drawing out the delicious pleasure of his touch.

Jon’s fingers began threading through my hair, his eyes gazing at me. I felt so special, so loved. Jon leaned in, his face inches from me. He lips brushed over mine, just barely touching. His tongue tickling my lips, requesting entrance. Which I gave willingly. Our tongues intertwining, tasting each other.

Jeff’s hands now at that oh so sensitive spot that can make a girl beg for more. His fingers crawling closer to my core. Suddenly he pulled his hands away, his face replacing them. I could feel his warm breath on my damp center, making me twitch with excitement.

“Be careful darling!” He snickered as he placed his hands on my thighs, propping them open.

Jon’s hands were now on my breasts, squeezing each one with a featherlight touch, slipping upward and delicately tweaking each nipple into a hardened peak. His lips were now on my neck, my ear, licking, nipping, kissing my over sensitive skin, causing shivers all over.

Jeff’s face was now right at my entrance, just sniffing, breathing me in. “Fuck baby girl! You smell like fucking dessert! And I’m gonna enjoy myself!” He dove in, causing me to jump, almost knocking Jon off of the bed.

“I’m so, uh… l so sorry!” I gasped, his tongue running back and forth between my clit and pussy, driving me mad. I wanted to squirm, tried to. But Jeff’s large hands had a death grip on my thighs.

Jon was laughing at my reaction, making me a bit self conscious. I frowned, imagining that he was rethinking his decision to be here.

“I’m sorry y/n, I wasn’t laughing at you,” his hands clutching my neck. “it was more of a nervous laugh. I’d never laugh at you beautiful.”

Both men had stopped their action, Jeff now moving up towards the head, a look of concern on his face.

“Baby doll, are you second guessing this? We would never force you to do anything you don’t want sweetheart, you understand that right?” Jeff was now on my right, his hand running up and down my arm, the heat building up.

“Jeff’s right sweets, say no and we’ll stop. I won’t lie and say I won’t be disappointed. But shit doll, speaking for myself, I want you to be happy with whatever is going down.” He leaned down, lightly kissing my temple.

“Ditto everything Jon’s said, darlin’. This is all about you. But fuck, the things you are doin’ to me!” He licked his lips, moving to place a soft kiss on my lips.

These men were everything I dreamed and more. I hadn’t been treated very well by men in my past, causing me to be very much gun shy. But Jeff, Jon, the way they looked at me, spoke about me, like I was someone to be revered, adored, loved.

“I want this,” I whispered “whatever this may be.” I closed my eyes, sighing. “Just please don’t break my heart.”

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, I’d never do that. You are a princess, and should be treated as such.” Jeff pulled me completely into his arms. “And I want nothing more to show you the effect you have had on me in such a small time.” He nuzzled into my hair, kissing my head, his lips staying there.

I could feel Jon’s hands on my back, a gentle caress. “You are way to amazing, a stunning beauty that can fucking steal a man’s heart with one glance. Doll, don’t ever doubt that. Fucking kill me if I ever do anything to hurt you.”

I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was truly feeling love for the first time. Maybe it was the being in the arms of two incredibly handsome, sweet and sensitive men. Maybe it was the salt air, I didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care. I just knew what I wanted, what I needed. And I would get it.

“Take me, please!”

I could tell they were silently communicating with each other, feeling a thickness in the air. Jeff took a hold of my face, our lips meeting in an instantly hot and heated kiss, his tongue discover mine and fighting for dominance. Jon’s hands moved downward from my back, over my curvy hips to grasp a hold of my ass, squeezing tightly and making me squirm.

While Jeff and I continued our kiss, Jon grabbed my hip with his left hand, his right squeezing between my clenched thighs, urging my leg upward. His fingers finding my wet and wanting pussy, causing me to moan into Jeff’s mouth.

Jeff pulled his hands away from my face, placing them on my breasts, rapidly squeezing and tugging at my nipples. Our lips pulling apart only to catch a quick breath.

Jon slowly entered me with two fingers, another slipping forward to find my eager clit. I writhed around as much as I could with their heavy bodies pinning me in place. I was nearing my end, quicker than I ever had before. As I came, each man slowed their ministrations, just light touches and soft whisper kisses all over my body.

“I don’t know about Jon, y/n, but I need you, now.” Jeff growled in my ear.

“Fuck yeah. Are you up to both of us sweetheart? I promise to be gentle and will stop the minute you say so.” Jon spoke into my hair, causing shivers.

“Yes, yes, please. I need you both.”

It happened so quickly, a whirlwind of movements arms, legs, lips, delicate touches and both men were well seated inside me, moving slowly, soothingly, as if I might break. But it felt like heaven.

They began quickening their pace, moving in perfect unison. As Jeff joined our lips once again, Jon began nipping at my neck, quickly finding out how much I enjoyed that small spot where my shoulder meets my neck. His tiny licks and nips driving me wild.

I felt a change of pace, both men nearing their ends, Jeff was now slamming up, his tip hitting my cervix and causing me to whimper from the pleasure. Jon was keepers by his pace steady, trying hard not to be too rough, but I could take it. I reached back to grasp his neck, whispering “it’s okay.”

Upping his speed, I wondered if it was possible to die from too much pleasure. Soon the cabin became full of moans, grunts, sighs and screams. I was a bundle of hyped up nerve endings, shocks, sparks, shakes and shivers running up and down me, head to toes. I felt a great warmth entering me as both Jeff and Jon came, filling me up with their seed. It became surreal, almost otherworldly, the pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of love.

We laid together, a big mess of sweaty legs and arms intertwined together. But it felt wonderful to me. The smell of each man, Jon, a strong manly cologne mixed with liquor and mints. Jeff, a lighter clean smelling cologne, with a hint of leather, coffee and cigs.

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I was startled, trying to sit up but realizing I couldn’t move, a heavy weight on me. What the hell? And then it all came rushing back. The panel, the bar. Jeff, Jon. I turned my head to see Jeffrey, sleeping with both arms encircling me, his head against mine.

“Morning darlin’. Sleep well?” His gruff voice turning me to mush.

“Uh, good, great actually. You?”

“Like a fucking baby.” He pulled me tightly, causing me to roll over onto him. “That’s better.” He began rubbing my back. “Jon had early morning ops so he left after you fell asleep. Said he see you later.” He kissed my forehead. “But not if I can help it.”

I tilted my head to look up at him, silently questioning his comment.

“Last night was a one time thing. I’ve never done that and don’t plan on doing it again.”

I was stunned. I mean, I knew that this was just a fling, a shipboard romance. I understood that. But wow, what he said, so blunt and to the point. It stung. And he must have seen the look on my face.

He sat up, bringing me with him, pulling me into his lap. “Fuck! Sometimes I speak before I think! NO! I didn’t mean that WE are a one time thing! I mean sharing you, Jon, THAT is a one time thing.”

Tilting my head again to look at him, “I’m confused?”

“Sweetheart, I had an amazing night with you. I didn’t care if I had to share, if that’s the only way I could fucking be with you, then so be it. You did something to me, the minute I first laid eyes on you. And I knew I had to pursue you, couldn’t let you get away. And I would like to find out what it is between us.”

Was he saying what I think he was saying?! “Uh, yes, yes, I’d very much like that. I feel it too. No one has made me feel like this, so special, like I matter.”

“You matter y/n, to everyone. But most especially to me.” And then he kissed me. A sweet deep kiss that almost sucked the air right out of me.

When we finally came up for air, he placed me beside him on the bed, standing up.

“I’ve gotta shower, join me doll?” And he gave me the triple threat, a wink, dimples on full display, and the tongue dart out.

And I knew I was in trouble.

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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 20

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Summary: You meet Carl and Lori. This chapter contains: misgendering, some unresolved tension (sexual and otherwise), a six-year-old Carl Grimes, and some fluff if you squint. Word count: 3K Note: Lori is somewhat more severe here than in the series. I hope you don't mind.

You walked through a door at the ground level of a large large church, following behind Rick. He led you down a flight of stairs, following signs as he went. Though you weren’t in the sanctuary, the place was beautiful with bright lights overhead. The floor was carpeted and pristine, the walls decorated with both religious imagery and groups of people smiling and having fun.

It was nothing like what you had expected. When Rick used the word “shelter,” you conjured up images of a dank underground basement, or maybe even some mobile Red Cross station. Your nervousness gave way to a modicum of relief. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as scary down here in this beautiful place.

At the foot of the stairs was a large room. Around its walls were stacks and stacks of food, blankets, folded up cots, and other supplies. One table held rows of flashlights.

A few feet away was a minister sitting behind a small table. As you entered the room she stood up and smiled at you both.

“Welcome to First Methodist. I’m Reverend Johnson. Let’s get you folks set up.” She handed Rick a clipboard, and he had to set down both your bags to take it. Like Daryl, Rick wouldn’t let you carry anything.

He scribbled on the paper, which you could see was a long list of names, along with phone numbers and designations. He wrote his information down, then started penciling in your name. He paused.

He turned to you, leaning down close to your ear. “What’s your last name?” he whispered.

You whispered it back to him, and as he finished writing it down you looked around you to see that from this room a number of hallways branching off in different directions. They each had a laminated sign taped to the wall next to them. The signs read: Alpha (F)/Alpha (M), Omega (F)/Omega (M), Betas/Families, and Mates.

The presence of M and F on those signs did not bode well for you.

When Rick finished writing, he handed the clipboard back, and asked. “My pup should be here with his mom. Carl Grimes?”

She nodded and flipped through some of the pages on the clipboard. “Right here. Got him with a Lori Grimes and Shane Walsh. They’re in the family area.” The minister peered at him over the clipboard. “So you and his mother aren’t--”

“Divorced,” Rick supplied.

She nodded. “Once you two get settled in, you can visit them until dinner. After that everyone has to go to their assigned rooms. Speaking of which, will you be needing a couple’s room or will you each go to your own designated areas? You with the male alphas and her with the female omegas?”

Your stomach roiled and your chest tightened. This was a dread that had absolutely nothing to do with your designation and everything to do with who you were as a person. Just the thought of being sequestered because she assumed you were a woman had you equal parts raging and frightened.

Again, you held tight to Daryl’s jacket, which you hadn’t let go of since leaving home. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth to answer.

However, Rick cleared his throat. “Y/N’s not a woman. Pronouns are they/them, and we’ll take one of the rooms.”

“But Rick--” you protested, although you were relieved by how he stood up for you.

He took you by the elbow and guided you away from the minister. “Tell me what ya wanna do, Bunny. You can go where they put you, but…”

You shook your head. “I…Rick that kind of thing is hard for me. It’s not about being an omega, but just having everyone assume I’m something I’m not--and when I get in there, all of the assumptions, the pretending. Just constantly bombarded with reminders that it isn’t me.” There was a name for what you were experiencing, social dysphoria, but you did not think Rick would understand if you tried to tell him.

He rubbed his thumb on your upper arm, where his hand still held you. “So you want to stay together? It’ll be a little room with one bed, but private.”

“One bed?”

“Just give me a pillow and a blanket, and I’ll be fine in the chair or the floor.”

“But wouldn’t you be more comfortable with the other alphas--”

“No,” he cut you off quickly. “I should stay with you. Daryl wouldn’t want you here all alone, would he?”

You almost wanted to retort that Daryl did leave you all alone, but you knew deep down he hadn’t known anything like this would happen.

“I guess not,” you replied.

“It’s settled then. We’ll take the room then go see Carl.”

He squeezed your arm before letting go and walking back to Reverend Johnson.

“We’ll take the private room,” you said quickly, beating Rick to it. You thought it might sound better coming from you; it was your decision after all.

She nodded and smiled at you with dark, gentle eyes. “I’m sorry about misgendering you. I just assumed.”

Her apology was welcome; you returned her smile. “It happens. But maybe you could include preferred pronouns on your sheet. For next time.”

“That’s a good idea. We’ll have to do that.”

She grinned at you, and then you sensed her alpha presence. Nothing overpowering, but layered with soft charisma that almost hypnotized you. It’d been a long time since you were in the presence of an alpha without being sexually attracted to them. But here with Reverend Johnson you found yourself gazing up at her in adoration.

Your inner omega was quite pleased, and you didn’t try to hide it. “It’s very nice here,” you told her. “It has a sense of peace and stillness.”

“Oh, thank you for saying so. You know, given my line of work, I should say that it’s God’s presence in His house of worship.”

“But?” you encouraged her.

“We do our best to make our church welcoming for everyone who enters, whether it’s times like these or for weekly services. Despite my absent-mindedness earlier, my flock actually does have quite a few LGBTQ members. Unfortunately we’re one of the few churches around here that accepts all of God’s children.”

You’d not ever been religious, but you knew a lot about its cultural significance, both in the United States and all around the world. Many religions, in fact, were the source of most of the earliest forms of writing, something you’d studied with a passion throughout your time in college.

You felt her gentle gaze on you, and you preened at the show of attention from the tall alpha. “You must be very important to the people here. To welcome them and keep them safe.”

She nodded, a twinkle in her eye. “All part of the job, Omega.”

Suddenly, Rick’s arm was around your waist, breaking the trance-like state you were in. He pulled you tightly against him.

“Oh!” you yelped, shocked by the contact.

“Let’s get going,” he told you, ushering you down the correct hallway, then letting you go so he could grab both your bags.

When he was next to you again, he warned, “Just because she’s a woman, doesn’t mean it’s safe for you to be around her.”

His voice was a barely disguised growl, sending shivers throughout your body. “It wasn’t--I just--she’s so nice.”

“Mmph,” he grunted, reminding you of Daryl and the way your mate would--with a single syllable--say, “I hear what you’re saying, but you’re still wrong.”

However, Rick didn’t leave it at that.

He said, “What if Daryl had heard her call you ‘Omega’ like that? He’d have you out of here in a flash and never let you out of his sight.”

“It wasn’t--”

Rick stopped and turned, cornering you against the nearest wall. “It was. And I’ll be damned if I let her near you again, Bunny. For Daryl’s sake if not your own.”

Rick’s breathing was labored as he looked down at you. Of course it was all for your sake, but he couldn’t outright admit that. He couldn’t tell you that the way Reverend Johnson looked at you made his blood boil.

He lied through his teeth. There was no malicious or sexual intent on the woman’s part, but Rick couldn’t stand the thought of anyone but him or Daryl looking at you for too long.

He didn’ know what it meant, or more accurately refused to acknowledge what it might mean.

That somehow, somewhere deep inside, he was thinking of you as his. You were Daryl’s too, no denying that, but in his friend’s absence Rick would fill the role that Daryl couldn’t. That meant protecting you from other alphas, making sure you were fed, and comforting you when you needed it. There was a clear line he wouldn't cross, of course. He’d never kiss you, not even on the cheek or hand. No more than necessary hugs or embraces. And that was that.

When this was all over, he wanted to be able to look Daryl in the eye, alpha to alpha, friend to friend.

As he watched you, you squirmed under his gaze, rubbing your denim-clad thighs together and emitting a delicious fragrance. He dropped the bags and tugged at the neck of your sweatshirt, shocked to see scent blockers already there.

Your hot breath arced across his face, and he took long, deep breaths, fistfuls of your sweatshirt still in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “For what?” he asked.

“You can still smell me, can’t you?”

He let go of you, nodding.

“Rick, you know what that means.”

He shook his head and grabbed the bags.

“Must be a batch of faulty scent blockers,” he said.

You and Rick found an empty room and he dropped your bags on the bed. It wasn’t even a full-size, just a double, with a couple of pillows, a few blankets, and no headboard. Rather…utilitarian.

Against one wall, only a couple feet away from the bed, was a worn loveseat. In an upper corner of the room, near the ceiling was a speaker. You assumed it was some sort of intercom system, like the ones they might use in schools or older hospitals.

There was a door leading to a small cramped bathroom. It had a toilet, a sink, and a tiny shower. Like the bedroom, it had no decoration or superfluous furniture.

You ducked into the bathroom and closed the door. Using the sink, you washed your face and neck, and replaced your scent blockers. Maybe they were faulty.

Back in the room, Rick ran his hand through his hair.

“I don’t want--” you said.

At the same time, Rick said “Will you come--”

You chuckled. “You first.”

“No, you go ahead,” he smiled.

“No, it’s alright. Really.”

“I was going to ask if you’d come with me. To see Carl.”

You sighed. “I was going to tell you I didn’t want to be alone.”

His eyes softened. “You still scared?”

“It’s not that…I just have trouble being alone sometimes.” You left out the fact you’d only had this struggle since finding your true mate.

He nodded. “I want you to meet Carl. And since you’re an omega you can help keep things calm when I see Lori.”

You cocked your head. “Huh?”

Rick gestured vaguely. “You know how it is, you got those calming pheromones because you’re an omega.”

“I do?”

He gave you a lopsided smile. “Yeah, Bunny, didn’t you know that?”

“No, I just…” Was that true? You’d no idea you were capable of something like that.

“You really should have had a pack long before now,” Rick grumbled. “It’s not right you’ve been alone all these years.”

“I’m not alone now.”

He clenched his fists and stared down at you, his eyes locked with yours. “No, you’re not.”

Following Rick, you entered a large room. Cots were lined up in neat rows, and the drone of fifty odd people chatting all at once. The place was littered with cots collected in little groups, separate families taking up each space. There were kids engrossed in coloring or playing. Others sulked and whined. There were couples without families, too, betas, you assumed. Thunder still rumbled outside, but it was muted, faint, almost lost in the din of this gathering of people.

Then, you noticed a small child running in your direction.

“DAD!” the dark-haired boy shouted.

“Carl,” Rick sighed, scooping the boy up in his arms. “You being good for your mom?”

Carl nodded fiddling with a stuffed T-rex in his hands as Rick held him. “Shane, too!”

“Rick?” You turned your attention away from Rick and Carl to see a remarkably slender woman with large eyes headed your way.

“Lori,” Rick gave her a nod.

Carl squirmed in Rick’s arms and demanded to be let down. Rick complied, and Carl stood between his parents twisting the T-rex’s body in his hands.

“She with you?” Lori said, not even looking your way.

“They’re with me, yes. My friend, Y/N.”

“Friend?” Lori scoffed.

You narrowed your eyes. What was this woman’s damn problem? He was her ex husband, not some man she could talk down to.

“I have friends, Lori.” “I’ve never seen this person before in my life.”

How dare she talk about you as if you weren’t here. Contrary to what Rick told you, calm was not in the cards for you, not by a long shot.

Lori didn’t deserve an explanation, but you weren’t simply going to stand there while she belittled him.

“We’re neighbors. My car wouldn’t start, so Rick did me a favor by bringing me here.”

Lori put a hand on her hip. “Aren’t there a bunch of shelters closer to your place?” Again, she refused to look at you.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Carl had stopped playing with his toy and was now squatting on the floor, his head hanging low.

To hell with Lori and her temper tantrum. You squatted down beside Carl.

“What’s his name?” you asked.

“Ivan,” he said, holding up the animal for you to see. “Ivan the Terrible.”

You playfully narrowed your eyes. “What’s Ivan done that makes him so terrible?”

Rick and Lori continued to argue in harsh, hushed voices, but you ignored them.

“He’s only terrible to bad guys,” Carl explained. “Like my dad.”

You nodded. “You could call him Ivan the Brave.”

Carl rolled his eyes. “That’s his brother’s name.”

“His brother’s name is Ivan the Brave?”

Carl shook his head, giggling. “No, he’s David the Brave. You know, like David and Goliath?”

You played dumb. “Oh that’s the one where Goliath is this little boy and--”

Carl almost collapsed into giggles. “No Goliath is the giant, silly.”

The little boy’s smile pierced right through you. It was all you could do not to ruffle his hair or give him a hug.

Rick blocked out the sound of Lori’s voice, which wasn’t hard considering that she was full of venom not worth listening to.

He gazed down at you, seeing your smile grow wide as Carl laughed and shook his head. Something squeezed Rick’s chest painfully, and air escaped his lungs.

“Lori,” he said. “We don’t need to do this. I’m here to see that Carl’s safe, and that’s all. If you don’t want me here then--”

Carl stood up and tugged on Lori’s shirt. “Mom, can I eat dinner with Bunny?”

Lori clenched her jaw and glared at you. “Bunny?”

You got to your feet, your eyes flitting from Rick and back to Lori. He should really get you out of here.

“It’s a nickname,” you blurted. “You know, because I’m an omega.”

“Can I, Mom? Can I?” Carl insisted.

Lori looked at Rick, and he shrugged. “It’s your weekend.”

“Alright,” Lori sighed. “But now you get back to our stuff. When it’s time for dinner you can meet up with them again.”

You twisted your hands together, meeting Rick’s gaze. He gave you a lopsided smile. “Guess my kid likes you.”

Lori stared at you again. “Yes, he does. You not have any pups of your own?”

You shook your head. “I just found my mate a few months ago. We’re waiting. For now.”

Rick looked on as Lori relaxed her shoulders and untightened her jaw. Did she think you and him were together? Was that why she acted that way?

It wasn’t any of her damn business, but the thought that he could slightly inflict a fraction of the pain on her that she had on him…well a sick, twisted part of him relished the thought.

“So you are just friends?” Lori said.

You nodded. “Carl’s really cute, by the way.”

Rick watched his ex-wife’s entire expression soften.

“My pride and joy. He’s growing up too fast, though.”

“That’s for sure,” Rick interjected, causing Lori to look his way.

“You know, the other day he came home and told me he had a girlfriend.”

Rick beamed. “He’s too young for that.” Despite his words, he was a little proud.

“Her name’s Myra.”

“I’ll have to ask him about that over dinner.”

Lori nodded. “He’d like that.”

She left, leaving Rick alone with you in the big, bustling room.

“Guess you already got yourself a dinner date,” he said.

You chuckled. “Jealous?”

Rick pressed his lips between his teeth, a flutter in his belly taking flight. “No need to be jealous. I’m the one who’s sharing a room with you.”

“Yeah,” you said, your smile faltering, just slightly. You took your phone out. “I’m just going to text Daryl. Let him know what shelter we’re at. So that when the storm’s over, he’ll know where I am.”

Rick nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets.

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minervadashwood · 2 years

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Scars and Stitches, Ch. 2 Scars and Stitches

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x PlusSize Reader (she/her)

Era: Season 1-Season 4, Longfic that follows the series with a few alterations.

Summary: Long since recovered from childhood abuse and neglect, you, a librarian, are sheltering in place with your best friend, Morgan Jones, when you meet Rick Grimes. You go with Rick to Atlanta. After everything in the city goes to shit, you are determined to help Daryl rescue his brother, and in doing so you find a kindred spirit who makes your new life bearable. Lots of fluff, UST, and eventually RST.

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of past abuse, Shane Walsh being awful, and mentions of drug addiction.

Reader Info: Aside from being plus size, the reader's appearance is totally left to your imagination. However, she does have a backstory to explain her unique skill set and affinity for redneck bad boys.

Themes: found family, demisexuality, self acceptance, the power of hugs, romance, love, and happy endings.

Likes, replies, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Series Navigation: AO3 | FFN | One | Two | Three | Four | Five |

(I am also looking to commission some fanart for this story, so if you or anyone you know is interested, just DM me!)

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Summary: Things in Atlanta do not go as you hoped. Warnings: Typical season 1 violence and racism

Scars and stitches always fade/ and only strengthen me. – Guster

In Atlanta, Rick didn’t look to you for any help until it was time to cut up the two walkers. You managed to carve your way through the bodies, even though you joined Glenn a few times in barfing up your lunch.

Later, if anyone on that truck to the quarry camp realized you were crying, they didn’t say so. You cried for Merle and yourself, for Morgan and Duane, for your little brother and the world in general. Leaving Morgan had been a mistake that you couldn’t take back. Now, you were relying on the protection of strangers with no clue how to take care of yourself in this new world order.

After a while, the crying stopped, and you were left numb and tired, dreading the moment when Rick would have to tell Merle’s brother what happened.

Daryl saw red. The rage and pain made him blind and deaf to anything else.

Not Merle. That sorry, sad fuck who raised him. The only person in the world who gave a shit, even if it was only half the time.

And they left him on the roof to die.

His knife was out, swinging wildly at anyone who got too near. Even when someone body slammed him, causing Daryl to lose his breath, it was all clouded by the crushing emptiness of a world without his brother. Something was in his eyes, blood or sweat, he didn’t know, and then he was in a chokehold, breathless and panicked. He forced himself to hone on the physical sensations: the bruising pressure of Shane’s hold on him, the solid feel of the earth under him, the horrified shouts of the women and children.

“You best let me go!”

“Not until you calm down, Daryl.”

He hated Shane and the cop’s need to be right every second of the goddamed day.

“You’re scaring the whole camp. Just take a few deep breaths and let’s talk this out.”

Shane could fuck himself.

Despite his fury, Daryl took one deep breath then another, scowling at everyone gawking back at him. The kids hiding behind their mother’s legs, the new guy holding up pacifying hands, and you, the new girl, bloodied hand over your chest as you cried silently.

Fuck.

He willed himself to relax. Shane released him, and Deputy Do-good, Rick, reached out to help Daryl off the ground.

From the steps of the camper Lori was saying Rick would go back. And then all those fuckers who left Merle for walker bait started lining up to be in the goddamn rescue party.

Swiping at wetness on his brow and cheeks, Daryl swung his crossbow over his shoulder, and took his knife back from Rick. “We’re wastin’ daylight. Let’s go.”

Rick shook his head and said, “Now Daryl, it’s too late to go back today. We need to wait until tomorrow, give the herd time to disperse and head out there when we have plenty of daylight to see what we’re doing.”

Daryl was on the verge of losing it again, but he put his knife away and stared at the ground, nodding.

“Okay, okay. Good,” Rick said, relieved. “Go see Morgan about your forehead. She’s the other new person in the group. Then we’ll figure out just how to get to that roof tomorrow and bring Merle back.”

Daryl glanced at you, but just as quickly looked back at the ground, not wanting to meet your eyes or anyone else’s. Instead, he studied his hands, where blood was smeared from wiping at his forehead.

Later, you were sitting at a picnic table, dazed by all the violence that had happened, both in Atlanta and the camp, when a thin woman with very short hair approached you.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Carol.”

It took you a moment to gather your wits. “Morgan. Well, that’s my last name.”

“Do you go by that or something else?”

You shrugged, indifferent, but told her your first name all the same. You didn’t mind them using your last name, but things could become confusing when Morgan and Duane got there in a few days.

While you ruminated, Carol had rallied a few of the other women to the cause of getting you settled in. Jacqui found you a change of clothes, and someone else found you a spare sleeping bag and pillow. Andrea and Amy took you to a private swimming hole to wash up. Even Lori gave you an extra pair of socks.

It was unnerving having everyone fuss over you, but it wasn’t before long you realized why they were so attentive.

One child had poison ivy, another mosquito bites. There was a small girl who wouldn’t quit sucking her thumb, and her overly worried mother insisted you do something about it. An older gentleman had a hangnail and heartburn.

Initially you were overwhelmed. But these people had just welcomed you as one of their own; you tried to help them as best you could.

After about an hour, the bombardment ended, but you still had one more patient to see.

It was time to meet Merle’s brother.

Like Merle, Daryl reminded you of the people you grew up with: the ragged flannel, the scent of pine and cigarettes, the grudge against a world they were convinced had it out for them.

You approached his tent slowly, carrying a red backpack the camp had collaboratively filled with first aid supplies and a random assortment of OTC pill bottles.

“Daryl?” you called.

A moment later, he opened the tent just enough to poke his head out.

“What?”

You told him your name and held up the backpack as explanation. “Rick wanted me to look you over. That okay?”

He stared for a long moment, unnerving you.

“You got that doctor-patient confidentiality?” he asked, squinting at you.

“Not a doctor, but not a blabbermouth, either.”

After a few silent seconds, Daryl’s head disappeared, and he unzipped the door completely.

Taking that as a clear, if reticent, invitation, you stepped in. Despite his glowering, you were curious what had him so secretive.

You were short enough—or the tent was tall enough—for you to stand up straight. That wasn’t the case with Daryl, however, and he stood, stoop-shouldered, watching you.

Amidst that greasy hair and unkempt beard were the bluest eyes you’d ever seen.

Trying not to stare, you said, “Show me wear it hurts?”

Daryl scoffed at you, then replied, “’s not what Rick told you about. It’s my back. But I ain’t lettin’ you look ‘less you promise you won’t say nothin.’”

Mild panic set in. “Was it a walker?”

“No,” he said. “It was Merle.”

Relieved, you nodded in understanding. It was normal where you came from. Hell, you and your little brother’d had a few fistfights of your own. He usually won, though.

“Promise I won’t say anything,” you said. “But it might be better for you to kneel down. You’re a bit taller than me.”

He nodded, and you zipped the tent closed to give him some privacy. When you turned around, Daryl was kneeling in the center of the tent, and you noticed a locked tackle box off to the side. You tucked that knowledge away for later.

Opting not to take his shirt all the way off, Daryl just lifted it overhead while keeping the sleeves on.

You saw that his back was littered with scars that had obviously been inflicted to cause pain. However, the scars were old, long since healed over. They should have been stitched up but clearly never were. Someone had hurt him badly, and he never got proper care for the resulting injuries. Refusing to let yourself think any more about what was clearly far in the past, you focused on the more recent wound: a series of lacerations in the shape of brass knuckles. By the look of the deep cuts, this had happened in the last few days.

Remembering your promise, you suppressed all the other questions you had and simply asked, “You okay if I put in some stitches?”

Daryl took a moment before answering, “Alright.”

“It’ll hurt a bit,” you warned, but you got the sense a few needle pricks were nothing to Daryl Dixon.

You went to work on the wound. Stitches were a generous word for what you managed with needle and thread, but he said nothing about the pain as you worked.

When you finished stitching and covered the stitches with a bandage, Daryl put his shirt back on. You handed him a few ibuprofen, and he downed them dry.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“Anytime,” you said and left the tent, images of clear blue eyes dancing in your mind.

Just before sunset, you and Rick walked up a small rise to try to contact Morgan. You thought for sure your friend would answer—in fact the hope of hearing his voice had kept you sane throughout the day.

But as many times as Rick tried, there was never another voice on the walkie-talkie.

“Sorry about today,” Rick said, turning off the radio and helping you up from the ground. “Didn’t expect the day to go like it did. I was hoping for something better.”

You nodded, unable to suppress the memories of all the walkers’ mouths and teeth that had gotten too close to you. “Me too, but you had no way of knowing.

Neither of us did.”

The two of you began the walk back to camp.

Rick said, “I found my family, but that doesn’t mean I won’t still look after you. I brought you out here, so I’m responsible for what happens to you.”

“Rick,” you said, nearly overwhelmed by his kindness. “You don’t owe me anything. You have your family to look after now.”

He shook his head. “You and Morgan took me in, so I do owe you. But this isn’t about who owes who what. This is about looking out for each other. This is about holding on to what’s good and right in a world that’s gone bad.”

What Rick said gave you a measure of hope. “I think I understand what you’re saying,” you told him.

“I’m sure you’ll find your own place here. If it’s not helping the other women or looking after our bumps and bruises, you’ll figure it out.”

By then you were back to camp, and with a comforting squeeze on your shoulder, Rick went to see his family.

Everyone here seemed to have their little niche, and despite the medical concerns you’d tended to that day, you were no match for a serious injury like a gunshot or any other surgical emergency. You just had to hope there was truth to what Rick said, even if you had trouble believing it about yourself.

You looked around the camp, trying to understand this new community you’d been dropped into, when your gaze settled on the small fire flickering almost fifty yards away. Where Daryl sat. Alone.

Merle.

How could you have forgotten about Merle?

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years

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Entrapment

Part One : Let You Know

Shane Walsh x Plus Size Reader

Negan x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Stuck in an unhappy marriage, Y/n becomes involved with the attentive and charming, health teacher / gym coach she meets at work. You can only know a person so well.They say that what you lack is what you look for in a partner. Y/n had long thought that what she lacked was love and acceptance, but her choice in partner(s) would suggest something far darker.

⚠️Warnings⚠️:Language, Angst, Eventual: Non con, Dub con, Violence, Smut.

A/N: Smut with a tiny bit of plot

Your veins danced with adrenaline as your eyes scanned the empty drive way from the stop sign two houses down. The quiet neighborhood unnerved you. It always had. The stone-faced houses and manicured lawns presented an image of perfection. Not a thing out of place, but you. You took a deep breath and allowed your head to fall back against the headrest for a moment. Your house seemed to be exactly as you had left it in the morning. No sign of him. You had nearly made it through one more day, but it couldn’t go on forever. You dreaded the moment he realized yet you knew you weren’t going to stop.

Your gaze caught on the clock on your dashboard. Five thirty. He would be getting home any minute now. The all too familiar heaviness weighed on your chest. Resisting the urge to look over your shoulder, you turned the corner and pulled up the driveway. Taking a deep breath, you put your phone into your purse and got out of the car. You tried to focus on what you would make for dinner rather than the dread pushing down on your shoulders, making you feel anxious and tired at once. A rumbling metal sound startled you, making you jump. Your head turned toward the garage door as it opened.

Be calm, You told yourself. Act natural.

You stood up straighter as you closed the door to your suv.

He drove up beside you and parked.

The beat of your heart quickened as you worked to summon a smile for him.

He stared straight ahead as he got out. You jumped again as he slammed the door to his truck.

He had a bad day. He had a bad day. That's all. You attempted to soothe your nerves with the mantra while you followed him up into the garage and into the kitchen.

Your husband had a temper. You had learned not to exacerbate him when he was in a mood. He hadn't ever hit you, but you could feel his rage in the air around you, dangerous and thick. You could see it in the disappearing of his russet irises. You were terrified that one day the feral beast of his barely contained fury would break free.

Your purse you placed on the counter, your keys on the hook. It wasn't until you finished hanging up your heather grey cardigan that you realized your husband remained standing in your little yellow kitchen, watching you with a knowing look in his eyes.

Your breath caught in your throat.

There was no way he could know. You had been so careful. You had done everything you could think of to cover your tracks. You always made it home on time.

"Shane." You called with no clear idea of what to say. What you knew was that you couldn't bare the way he was staring at you.

His chest rose as he took a deep breath.

You winced, steeling yourself for the impact of the yelling and cursing you were certain would come.

The sound that followed made your stomach clench with fear.

An enraged cry more roar than yell, torn from deep within him.

He stalked toward you. Your heart thumped madly in your chest. You didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what he would do. Then he was standing right in front of you. Your breathing accelerated. Your mind seemed to freeze, unable to decide between pleading for mercy or running for your life. Before you could make a move, his expression crumpled into pain and hurt. He fell to his knees before you, his arms encircled your waist tightly, desperately, like you might disappear if he allowed any space between you.

"Why?" His voice was a hoarse croak. "Why'd you do it?"

Your eyes filled with tears. You couldn’t unstick your throat. You wouldn’t have known what to answer if you could.

"Are you leavin' me?" He asked quietly.

He clung harder to you.

"N-no." You stuttered out.

"I don't believe you."

You reached down and lay your hand on his shoulder. When he looked up at you, there was so much hurt in his eyes it stabbed into you like a knife.

"I-I'm..." You wanted so badly to erase the anguish from his face, but the words wouldn't come. "Shane..."

He took a shaking breath.

"Are you gonna leave me?"

You took an unsteady breath of your own and willed yourself not to cry.

"I figure you fell in love with someone else. Can't see any other reason you would do this to me."

You grimaced.

His hands ran along the back of your thick thighs.

"It can't be for sex though can it?"

He watched you warily.

Your eyes strayed to the tiled floor. He flinched away from you.

"Sweetheart, you are one hell of an actress.” He retaliated as he stood once more. “Letting me hit it anytime I want, convincing me that I been keepin' you satisfied." He shook one large finger in your face like he was scolding a child. It made you feel small and weak.

"I'm sorry-"

"Sorry?"

"- that I hurt you.”

He laughed mirthlessly.

“But it isn't that simple. Things between us have been...off for some time."

"Oh and instead of working on our marriage you decide to bring some other stupid sonuva bitch into your bed?”

You tried to ignore the sting of his words.

“Shit, he even know you're married?"

"That's beside the point! I needed an escape from the fighting and-and the yelling and your bullshit!"

"My bullshit?"

"You hate your job. You come home pissed off and pick fights over stupid shit to let off steam. If I don't fight back you get more upset. You make me feel like I am the worst person in the world. Everything I do is not to your satisfaction. Now I'm uncomfortable in my own home. My family lives hundreds of miles away. I have only one friend that isn't your friend too."

Discussing the problems in your marriage when he had just found out about your infidelity left a bitter taste in your mouth.

"You have me."

Your fingers gripped the counter tightly.

"I have you to tell me what a piece of shit I am. I need someone to care about me who doesn't think I am worthless."

"And he's that someone?" Shane scoffed.

"Yes."

"Are you in love with him?"

You let out a slow breath.

"Why do you care anyway? You hate me."

He winced.

"I don't hate you, [Your Nickname]."

"But you aren't in love with me." You said evenly.

He took both of your hands into his larger ones.

"I care more 'bout you than any woman I been with." He looked into your eyes, his gaze intense. "So, you're wrong if you think I'm gonna sit here and let you walk out on me."

You blinked rapidly.

"It just ain't gonna happen. I will do what ever it takes. If it means, going over to Franklin street,"

You gasped.

"Forcing my way into his house, and beatin' him till he swears on his life to stay far the hell away from you, then I will do it." His threat was cold water dumped over you.

You shook your head vigorously.

"No, You don't have to do that. I-I'm not going anywhere." You said in a rush.

"You are damn right you aren't going anywhere. From now on, you don't leave this house without me. If I catch you so much as standin' next to a man without my permission, I will kill Him. You get me?"

You swallowed and shook your head yes.

“Good.” He interrupted your next breath with a fierce kiss.

"Now, why don't you go on upstairs and get changed."

You frowned.

"Don't look at me like that. You the one told Lori we'd go out to dinner with them." His tone was playful.

Struggling to reorient yourself, you gave him a wan smile and obeyed.

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years

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Entrapment

Part 16: Alibis

Shane Walsh x Reader

Negan Smith x Reader

Summary: Stuck in an unhappy marriage, Y/n finds herself drawn to the attentive and charming health teacher/baseball coach she meets at work. There's only one thing standing in the way, her husband's volatile temper.Y/n had long thought what she lacked in her life was love and acceptance, but her choice in partner would suggest something much darker.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angst

Shane was there for you for everything. He helped you to plan the funeral. He was patient and remained by your side. He kept you informed on Negan's case although all the information they really had was that the unknown perpetrator was driving a dark green truck or suv.

Shane held you at night when the tears wouldn't end and you thought you could not go on. He stayed up with you when sleep wouldn't come. He was so attentive, meeting your every need and want without you asking him to.

Nothing felt right. When you tried to make plans it just reminded you of the fact that Negan was no longer a part of them. Eventually, Shane asked you to move back in with him. He told you that having you close by would allow him to be there for you.

You didn't say no. You had no job and you weren't feeling stable enough to make a plan of your own. That was when you decided to tell Shane you were pregnant. He asked the very question you had been dreading and because it was easier than the truth, you told him he was the father.

*******

Five Years Later

*******

Your little boy's hazel eyes were wide with wonder as he took in the halloween decorations hung up around the neighborhood. He looked a lot like you and a little like Negan. Although not enough for Shane to question you yet. You missed Negan everyday. You survived off of your memories of him and the time you spent raising your son, Max. You smiled fondly at the sight of him in his cowboy costume. The wind carried a late autumn chill. You wished you hadn't left your sweater in the truck. You paused as Max stopped walking and tugged on Shane's hand.

"It's scary, Daddy." He complained pointing at another kid wearing a shark costume.

Shane smiled at the small boy and picked him up.

"Don't worry, Buddy. Remember what we talked about? Halloween is just like playing pretend, alright?"

Max thought about what he was being told for a moment. Then he nodded. Shane let him down when you reached the door of the next house. The two of you stayed behind the group of kids asking for candy.

"You know why he's afraid of sharks?"

You shrugged.

"Sharp teeth?"

Shane shook his head, displeased with your nonchalant attitude.

"You gotta stop watchin' that shit when he's around." He nagged.

You rolled your eyes.

"I told you, he was asleep. I didn't know he had snuck out of bed. I stopped the movie as soon as I saw him." You put on a smile as Max walked back towards you.

Shane did the same. Hand in hand the three of you made your way over to the next house. Your gaze remained on your child as he held out his candy bag toward the elderly lady at the door.

"You should have known. You should have seen him sooner."

You could feel Shane glaring at you. You hated being reprimanded, but for Max you could endure anything. You held your hand out and your child took it.

"I do the best I can." You uttered in a sing song voice and walked away, ignoring his scathing stare.

These arguments were common. Shane had calmed down quite a bit since your child was born.You knew it was because of Max. The two of you had agreed not to fight in front of him. Sometimes, Shane needed reminding. It burned your pride to have to be the one who gave in the majority of the time, but your son's well being was your priority.

At a house with no other decorations, but one lone jack-o-lantern, you walked up to the door with your little one.

"Trick or treat!" The kids called out.

A burly man in a white undershirt came to the door. He didn't look the type to celebrate the holiday. He didn't even smile at the kids. His attitude was that of someone who had given in to obligation. He deposited a handful of wax paper wrapped taffy candies into each child's bag.

He looked up when he noticed you standing next to your kid. His eyes slid over your form, making you very uncomfortable.

"Ain't you a little old to be trick or treatin'?" He remarked, smirking at your red and white cowboy hat.

You laughed it off.

His eyes caught on something over your shoulder.

"Hey, don't I know you?" He said.

You followed his line of sight to Shane.

"Nah, Man. You got me mixed up with someone else."

You frowned. You knew that tone. There was a definite threat being implied.

"No. I know I seen you before." The man's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Shane.

"I'm telling you, you haven't." Shane's hand closed around your upper arm. "Let's go."

"Ow!" You complained as he pulled you away from the porch.

"Shit, I remember now." The man called after him. "I sold you my truck."

What an odd thing to say.Shane had leased a brand new Dodge Ram a few months ago. The truck he had before that was a lease too. What this guy had to do with it, you couldn't imagine.

When you reached the end of the block, Shane let go of you. You rubbed at your arm.

"Who was that guy?" You asked.

"Beats the hell outta me." Shane didn't look you in the eyes.

"Ready to go?" He didn't wait for a response either. He picked up your son and started off in the direction you had parked your car, leaving you staring after him.

****

"You're right." Shane remarked as you brushed your teeth.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him in the mirror.

"We should move back to your hometown."

Your eyes widened. You spit and rinsed. Then turned to face him.

"Really? I've been telling you that for years!"

He took off his shirt and threw it in the hamper.

"Yeah, well, Now feels like the right time for a move."

You put your arms around him, leaned up and pecked him on the lips.

"Have I ever told you, what an amazing husband you are?" You crooned.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He scoffed, but pressed a gentle kiss to your temple all the same.

As you lay in bed that night, you thought of Negan. He was supposed to be the one laying next to you. He was supposed to be the one raising Max with you. The three of you were supposed to have had a life together in your home town. How different your life would be if that one afternoon had gone differently, if you had suggested Negan wait until the following day to take those things to Simon's. A thought came to the front of your mind, the weird man and his insistence that he knew Shane.

Negan's case had gone cold. The police hadn't been able to identify the driver that ran him off the road. Nor had they been able to figure out for certain what vehicle it was. They had nothing.

I sold you my truck, the man had said. A chill ran down your spine. You sat up in bed. Your eyes searched your husband's sleeping countenance. His face was free of worry. Could a man who had committed a murder ever sleep so easily?

You watched him for a moment.

Shane was a lot of things. He could be cruel, but he could be tender. He had anger management issues, but he loved Max to the moon and back. He wasn't a murderer. He couldn't be.

You took a slow breath in, held it, then let it out. You repeated the process over and over, until the tension melted away. Your body, now relaxed was able to lay down again. You turned onto your side and let the terrible idea go. Sleep enveloped your senses, cradling you in blessed unconsciousness.

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years

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Entrapment

Part Two: The Man In Love With You

During your double date that evening, your phone rang for the third time in fifteen minutes. Unable to help yourself, you took it out of your purse and looked at the screen. Three missed calls from a phone number you recognized but hadn't had the guts to save as a contact. Shane's smile froze as it began to ring again. He grabbed your phone out of your hands, rejected the call and switched it to silent mode. Rather than return it, he slipped it into his pocket.

You tried to hide your angst behind a mask of neutrality and failed.

"You okay, Y/n?" Lori asked lightly.

You looked up at her.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

You returned her concerned smile with a tight upturn of your lips.

Shane reached over and put his arm around you.

A nerve on your cheek twitched as his palm brushed your bare shoulder.

Thankfully, Rick's return with a long neck bottle for each of you, distracted from the uneasy tension.

"What did I miss?"

"Nothin', man." Shane was quick to answer.

As the conversation returned to sports talk, your mind turned to Negan. Despite the insinuation you made to Shane, having an affair was never your intention. His mistreatment of you had left you feeling betrayed and alone. What you felt for Negan was too new to be love, but too intense to brush off as attraction. While his ruggedly handsome features had turned your head, it was his warm smile and deep hypnotic voice that drew you in. Then, the genuine conversations you had over coffee in the break room and how he often went out of his way to coax a smile or a laugh from you. You enjoyed being around him, but over all you became addicted to the attention he gave you. He told you he loved the sound of your laugh. He also told you, in that panty droppingly low voice of his, how he couldn't stop thinking of you, that he would treat you like the precious diamond you were, that if you ever wanted to give him a shot at making you happy all you had to do was leave your asshole husband. A nice romantic offer to fantasize about, but he didn't know Shane's temper. Didn't know what he was capable of, the power he had.

"Come on, Baby."

Shane's hot breath in your ear jolted you back to the present.

You nodded.

Shane helped you to your feet and took you to the dance floor.

The bittersweet tune that played as he led you in a sweetheart's two step did nothing to ease your anxiety.

And he must do something

That I didn't do

The smell of his cologne was making your stomach churn.

Whatever he's doing

It looks good on you

Being held close in his arms you felt trapped.

You look so good in love

You want him

It's easy to see

Your hands were shaking. You knew he could feel it and yet he leaned in and placed a kiss at your temple.

You look so good in love

I wish you still wanted me

Shane set you up and you spun slowly before gliding back into his arms.

He leaned in, holding you even closer than before.

"I can change."

You winced internally at the obvious lie.

"It'll be different this time, Baby. Just you wait and see."

A shiver went through you. The thought of how much worse your troubles with Shane could get had your stomach in knots. As the song finished, your tears began to fall.

"Let's go home." You said desperately. "Please, I wanna go home."

"We'll go when I'm ready to go." Shane tipped your face upward and kissed you.

•••

Something didn't feel right. Negan was not the anxious type, but after you had left he'd begun to worry. He didn't know what exactly had him worried, but the feeling nagged at him to get up and go to you. He pulled up in front of the house catty corner to yours. His eyes searched the front of the house for any sign that you were in trouble. Not finding anything didn't ease his intuition. He reached for the handle and started to open the door.

Wait a fucking second.. What in the hell was he doing? Apart from an ominous queasyness in his stomach he had no good reason to think you were in any danger. Yeah, your dickhead cop husband was, well ...a fucking dickhead, but you told him the man hadn't laid a finger on you. And if he had hit you so much as once in the last five months, Negan would know. He'd had the privilege of seeing every inch of your luscious bare body regularly in that time and he'd seen no proof of you being abused. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes.. Fuck. You were married. For Christ sake. He shouldn't be here. If the asshole found out he'd lose his shit and probably start a fight that Negan would have to finish. Your whole life could explode and over what? A gut feeling? No. He wouldn't do that to you.

The garage opened then, interrupting the bent of his thoughts. Out you walked in blue jeans and a sleeveless top. You looked amazing. Then again to Negan, you looked amazing in everything. He frowned at the sight of your meat head husband. So that was the piece of shit cop. Negan watched as you got into the car. Dissatisfied with the glimpse of your unhappy expression, he decided to follow you.

•••

Shane kissed you hard.

A hand closed on your shoulder. You turned to face the man standing behind you.

Shane glared at the intruder.

"Y/n?"

You gasped, relieved by the comforting sound of his voice.

"Negan." Your eyes were filled with tears.

His arms were around you in an instant. You ducked your head into his chest and began crying in earnest.

"Get your fuckin' hands off her." Shane demanded.

You trembled.

Negan ignored him entirely.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" His hand cradled your face as you looked up at him.

"I meant what I fuckin' said Y/n." Shane snarled.

"Don't you worry about him, Babydoll. I'm right here."

You took a short breath trying to steel your nerves.

Negan reached into his pocket and fished out his keys. He held them out to you.

"You go and wait in the truck. I've got this."

You moved to stand beside him.

"I'm not leaving without you."

Shane laughed dryly.

"Thought you said you weren't in love with him."

"You're not in love with me!" You cried out exasperated by his territorial machismo.

"I never said that."

"And yet you haven't fuckin' denied it." Negan cut in.

"What the fuck do you know about it? This is between me an' her."

"Not anymore. You have bullied, threatened and manipulated her into submitting to you. Only a truly piss poor excuse for a man would treat his woman like that. As of this second You have lost the privilege of being her man."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Negan's lips curled slowly into a grin.

"Do you really want to find out?"

"Nah, Who you are don't matter. Not when I know she'll come crawling back to me." Shane sneered.

Negan laughed a hearty almost giddy sound.

Your brow creased in confusion.

Negan's fist collided with Shane's jaw.

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years

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Entrapment

Part Four: Fool Hearted Memory

Shane Walsh x Plus Sized Reader

Negan x Plus Sized Reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angry Male Driver, Verbal Abuse, Smut, Unprotected Sex

The end of the period came too soon. If it was up to you, you would put off talking to Shane forever. He couldn't possibly have anything constructive to say. He was far too immature to show up asking for closure. You knew that much. What you hoped was that he didn't make a scene. Losing your job was not something you could handle at the moment.

You threw your shoulders back and kept your chin up as you got to the office. You caught sight of him right away. He'd shaved his head. He looked bigger than he had when last you saw him, more muscular. His biceps were stretching the white t-shirt he wore, his blue jean clad thighs apeared thicker than usual.

He turned and caught sight of you. His accusatory gaze killed any hope you might have had for keeping things civil. You gestured for him to follow you out of the administration building.

"What do you want?" You asked abruptly.

"That's no way to talk to your husband."

You glared at him.

"Soon to be ex-husband."

"Over my dead body." He stated, his tone sharp.

You looked him over from foot to head.

"You look good."

He raised one dark eyebrow.

"Meaning, you seem to be doing just fine without me."

"If that was true, I wouldn't be here."

"You shouldn't be here." You huffed.

"Would you've answered if I called?"

You rolled your eyes.

"What do you want?"

The flap of the state and national flags waving in the mid-March wind was the only background noise offered in the quiet suburban neighborhood.

Shane looked around warily.

"Come on." His hand latched onto your shoulder.

He pushed you toward the parking lot.You pulled out of his grasp, but followed him down the sloping lawn none the less. Better that he make a scene in the parking lot than in front of the principal's office.You stopped beside his truck.

His eyes gazed deeply into yours, their russet brown depths filled with emotion.

"I miss you." His voice was rough. "You're all I think about. You're all I want."

His hands cupped your face.

"I need you, [Your nickname]. You got no idea how much I need you."

He had never said such things to you before.He leaned in to kiss you.You didn't stop him.

His dry lips kneaded your own in a desperate plea. You accepted his tongue into your mouth, allowed it to caress your own, assuring yourself this was the final time. You found yourself kissing him back.

His hand found it's way into your hair, he tugged lightly. You couldn't help the moan that escaped you. Had he always kissed you this way?

He backed you up against the door of his truck.

"Come back to me. Come back home."

His leg parted your thighs, lifting your dress, pressing up against your satin covered sex. His hands grasped your hips. Your hand was at his neck, pulling him closer. You nipped at his lower lip. The low growl he emitted made you wet.

Shane pulled aside your panties. His middle finger found your clitoris and stroked the swelling flesh around it.His touch elicited a high pitched mewl from your throat. The tip of his finger circled your bundle of nerves again and again.

"You like that, Baby?"

Drunk on pleasure, you answered that you did.

"You want more?"

You nodded vigorously.

He unlocked the door to his truck.

You didn't give much thought to obeying his instructions as you climbed into the back seat. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Shane pushed the fabric just low enough to free his cock. You lay back against the seat, the skirt of your dress pooled around your hips. You gazed up at him. There was something about his broad shoulders and large hands that made you feel delicate, like he could break you if he chose to. You knew it was a little twisted, but your pussy clenched at the very thought of his hand around your neck.

He pushed aside your panties and positioned the fat head of his dick at your entrance. He thrust slowly into you, sinking in deeper and deeper until his pelvis was flush with yours. His lips took yours in a searing embrace. His pace did not change. He made love to you as though he had all the time in world. Each slow stroke of his cock along your silken walls increased your mounting pleasure.

You sucked on his tongue as he kissed you. His wide palm grasped your breast. Your hands slipped down his back and cupped his ass. Though it was impossible you craved to have him closer. Only when your hips started tilting up to meet his thrusts, did he increase his pace. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your wet taint spurred you on. Your body tightened. Your aching pussy squeezed around his cock as you came. Your mind reeling with ecstasy, you cried out his name. He wasn't far behind. Shane thrust twice more then with a muttered curse, he was cumming inside of you.

You looked into his eyes. You could not escape the truth. He could obsess over you, desire you to the depths of his soul and still never love you back.

The languid kiss he gave you after you straightened your clothes made it harder to shake off the fog clouding your mind. It scared you to notice that you did not want the kiss to end.

Shane pulled away first. He helped you out of his truck and steadied you when you reached the ground.

"I'll be here to pick you up at four." He informed you.

You stepped away, turning to face him fully.

"You'll be needing a ride."

You shook your head.

"No, I won't."

He smirked at you.

"Having sex doesn't fix what is broken between us. I'm sorry if that's confusing for you."

He wet his lips.

"Nah, only one here confused is you. See, your boyfriend went and got himself arrested for assault. So, unless you drove yourself here, you're stranded."

"You arrested him?!" Your eyes widened in horror.

You prayed that he was lying.The smug look he gave you made you feel sick to your stomach. Why had you trusted him? You knew better than to trust him.

You walked briskly away.

"Actually it was Monroe made the arrest." He called after you. "I was just comin' by to let you know."

You kept your gaze trained on the brick face of the building ahead.It took everything in you not to run as you fought the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

The bell rang. As you made your way through the wide hallways back to your classroom, you noticed there were several groups of teachers huddled together chattering. You could feel their eyes on you as you turned down the last hall. Before you could reach your classroom Rosita came up and stopped you.

"Did you know?" She asked without preamble.

"What?" You asked with a sinking feeling in your belly.

"About Negan. Did you know they were going to arrest him?"

You shook your head.

Your worst fear confirmed, you sat at your desk and checked your phone. You had no missed calls. You leaned back in your desk chair. Why hadn't he called you? Did he think you wouldn't answer? Part of you held the irrational fear that he knew what you had done. You weren't sure if sex with a man you were still married to counted as cheating. If the tight guilty feeling in your chest was any indication, then it definitely counted.

You did your best to teach through the last four classes, but you were distracted, waiting for the phone call that never came.

Once your last class ended, you gathered your belongings and began the process of setting up a ride on uber. To your relief you reached the front of the building as the car pulled up to the curb. The feeling was short lived. It curdled in your belly as you noticed Shane waiting for you just beyond the glass doors.

"I told you I don't need a ride."

He took hold of your upper arm as you tried to walk passed him.

"Let go of me!" You cried out.

Some students and a few members of staff turned to look your way.

Shane dropped his hold on you and smiled politely at them as he followed you to your uber.

"Fine." He said quietly. "Thought you'd be interested in findin' out how to get the charges dropped, but hey, it's your loss." He shrugged.

You stopped short.

"What do we have to do?"

"Get in the truck an' we'll talk about it." He commanded.

You sighed.You went to the passenger door and told the uber driver you had a change of plans. You tipped them and followed Shane to the parking lot.

••••••••••••••

The quiet was beginning to get to you. At first, angry as you were you had been okay with not speaking for a bit. Now, he'd passed the exit to the station and you'd had enough.

"You missed the exit."

"We're not goin' to the station yet."

He didn't even look at you. He kept on staring ahead. Not at the traffic, but through it.

You held on tightly to your purse.

"You said you would tell me how to get the charges dropped."

A nerve in his jaw ticked.

"I said, we would talk about it."

You winced as he changed lanes with barely enough space to pass in front of the car.

"So get to talking."

He sped up. His large truck cowed the car in front of you, riding it until the driver switched lanes.

"I been thinkin' about what you said." He grunted. "You're right.Sex won't fix us."

You swallowed nervously as he blew down the road.

"The thing is, I'm not over you. Only way I can get over you, is if you help me."

You blinked rapidly. You heard what he said, but you couldn't fully process. Not when he was going eighty-five miles an hour on a high way meant to be driven at sixty.

"Slow down." You tried to sound commanding. Your voice shook ruining the effect.

"You gonna help me?"

"Shane!" You cried out as he narrowly avoided ramming into the back of a nissan.

He raised his voice.

"Help me and I'll drop the charges."

You cringed in your seat as he crossed into the next lane, and then the next.

"H-help you how?!"

"You're gonna be my whore. You're gonna fuck me till I've done everything I ever wanted to do to you. till I get sick of you."

"I-I-"

He began to let off the gas, slowing in small increments as the seconds passed.

"I-I can't."

"Why not?" He huffed.

He took the next exit that came up. Rather than continuing to slow down, your speed increased as he hit the access road.

"You know why!" You yelped as he took a sharp turn.

"Being with me didn't stop you from whoring around behind my back."

You gasped as he turned again.

"You cheated on me with him. How's this any different?"

He came to a screeching halt at a red light. You jolted forward, your seat belt biting into your shoulder from the force.

"Your boyfriend is guilty. There's no denying it. Here's what'll happen, I'll take him to court. Rick will testify, then the bouncer. He'll be charged with assaulting an officer, a felony. He'll do time. When he gets out, if he makes it out, he won't have a career to get back to. That's if getting arrested in front of the kids didn't ruin it already."

You didn't realize you were crying, until a tear drop hit your forearm. You looked up and to your surprise he was pulling up to the police station.

"Or you can do what I'm askin'. " He proposed. "And I'll walk in there and tell 'em they got the wrong guy and I'll get those charges dropped."

You gazed at the glass doors. The people inside went about their shift like nothing was a miss. They answered phones, processed arrests as if you weren't being threatened in the parking lot just twelve feet away.

"It's your call."

You took an unsteady breath.

This was all your fault. Negan's life would be ruined because he fought for you. How could you do that to him? He had been kind, sweet, generous. You couldn't let him lose everything. You wouldn't.

"Yes." You ground out. "I'll help you."

"Atta girl." He sneered. “Atta girl.”

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years

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Entrapment

Part Three: Hello Darlin'

Negan's fist collided with Shane's jaw quicker than you could process. The next blow came. The jarring sound of knuckles hitting flesh followed. Shane didn't get so much as one in. He fell down and Negan kept going. Your heart pounded in your ears as you watched. You were horrified by the satisfaction you were feeling. The sharp scent of blood was in the air. Maybe you should stop him. You knew you could- you only had to ask Negan to stop and he would- but you didn't want to.

Rick cut through the crowd. He attempted to pull him away from Shane. Negan elbowed him in the face, busting his nose. Rick went down. Lori hurried to his side. Her eyes darted from your wide eyed stare to the beat down taking place before her.

“Stop him!” She cried.

You swallowed, moistening your dry throat. Your mouth opened and closed several times. Nothing came out.

Suddenly, two burly bouncers ran over. It took both men to drag Negan off of Shane. You caught a glimpse of Shane’s face, his broken nose, split lip and bloody mouth.

“Y/n!”

They were throwing Negan out, herding him toward the exit. He was calling out to you. Turning away from Shane you hurried to catch up with Negan.

You pushed the door open and walked out into fresh air. Your eyes scanned the parking lot for Negan. He was waiting for you, standing by the tailgate of his truck.

His gaze lowered to the ground as you approached. Without a word he went to the passenger side and opened the door for you. You climbed up into the seat and he closed the door behind you. As he drove away, you tried not to think of what Shane would do in retaliation.

At the next red-light Negan picked up the pack of Marlborough reds on the console, took one out, and lit it. You didn't know what to say. Nothing seemed appropriate. Neither it seemed did Negan. You remained quiet the entire way to his house. You were beginning to wonder whether he felt he had made a mistake in showing up for you. You wouldn't blame him if he did.

Negan pulled up into the drive way beside his white clapboard bungalow and put it in park. He shut off the engine, but made no move to get out.

"God, I fucking lost it. I shouldn't have. I am so fucking sorry, Y/n." He said suddenly.

He scratched at the back of his neck looking anywhere, but at you. "I can't even imagine what you must be thinking of me now."

"Do you want to know what I think of you?" You scooted closer to him, and took his hand in yours. His knuckles were raw and bloody. You pressed a gentle kiss to each one.

"You are my savior. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before. Thank you."

"I - I didn't scare you?" Negan looked to you questioningly his eyes filled with concern.

You shook your head.

"Really?"

"Really." You reached up and guided his face closer to yours. "Thank you."

You kissed him slowly, thoroughly, telling him in more than words how you truly felt.

His hand covered yours as he broke the kiss.

"What are we doing?"

"What do you mean?"

He sighed.

"I mean, we have talked about you leaving him before and you seemed real fucking opposed to the idea. Here you are thanking me for kicking his ass, kissing me?"

"I was afraid to leave him. Afraid of what he might do."

"And now?" His long fingers intertwined with yours.

"I'm with you. I feel safe with you." You tried to blink away the tears in your eyes and only succeeded in making them fall.

Negan’s eyes widened. He put his arm around you.

“I will never let him hurt you.”

You buried your face in his shoulder and cried.

•••••••••••••••

Negan was over the moon. You had been staying with him for the past month and it had gone just as smoothly as he had expected it would. He hadn’t lived with a woman in some years and yet he adjusted well to living with you. If he was honest, having you around simply made his days better. The morning sex was…well, fan-fucking-tastic. However, it was being able to see and speak with you anytime he wanted that was his favorite part. He adored you. He loved knowing you would be there when he arrived home. He was willing to do whatever it took to make you happy. He assumed from the near constant smile on your face, he must be doing a great job of it.

Being with Negan was easy. He didn't expect anything unreasonable from you and didn't treat you any differently than he had before. The intimacy that came with living together didn’t dull the shine you had taken to him. It surprised you how excited you felt at the prospect of staying with him long term.

You felt genuine contentment for the first time in your adult life. Something as simple as making a meal he enjoyed brought a smile to your face. The domestic duties that you used to resent when you were with Shane, suddenly didn't bother you anymore. This may have had to do with Negan actually helping out around the house and he was appreciative of what you did. It made all the difference.

The more time passed, the easier it became to believe Negan's assurances that Shane wouldn't bother you again. If Shane had kept to his threat, he would have shown his face at least once and he had yet to make an appearance.

Your only complaint was that your days were not long enough. You wished you had more time to spend with Negan than time allowed, a big portion of the week went to his coaching, baseball games and practice on top of the time the two of you spent on lesson plans and grading. You treasured every moment you had to be in his company from the seemingly insignificant to the occasional date night.

"Negan?"

"Hmm..."

"You're staring."

He laughed, not embarrassed in the least of being caught watching you dry off.

"We were late yesterday. We can't be late again." You reminded him as you stepped out of the shower.

His eyes held a glimmer of awe as he gazed at your naked form.

"Negan." You chided, covering yourself up with your towel.

He blinked and as though he suddenly recalled he had been brushing his teeth, spit into the sink.

You shook your head.

Amused, you returned to his bedroom to put on your dress.

Life, it seemed, could in fact be beautiful. You had a new found appreciation for Westwood Junior High, despite it's scuffed floors and fluorescent lighting. While getting preteens to pay attention in class was a feat, it was a challenge you were well prepared for. You felt confident in yourself and in your lesson plan which you followed closesly until the phone at your desk rang during third period.

"Mrs. Walsh?"

"Yes?"

"Your husband is here. He says he needs to speak to you. Says it's important."

You fought the urge to sigh into the receiver. You smoothed the tips of your index and middle finger over your eyebrow. Charlie Brown was right. There was no sense in allowing yourself to become happy. Something always came along to ruin it.

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years

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Entrapment

Part Fifteen: I Fall To Pieces

Negan Smith x Reader

Shane Walsh x Reader

Summary: Stuck in an unhappy marriage, Y/n finds herself drawn to the attentive and charming healtg teacher/coach she meets at work. There's only one thing standing in the way, her husband's volatile temper.Y/n had long thought what she lacked in her life was love and acceptance, but her choice in partner would suggest something much darker.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angst, Death, Grieving

Your last day of working at Westwood junior high school had come and gone. Once you finished packing up the house, you would be in the wind. You had on a playlist of your favorite songs as you went through the endless kitchen gadgets Negan had accrued over the years. You had a hell of a time convincing him to let you get rid of some of the items. He grudgingly agreed to let you donate the ones he didn't often use like the as seen on tv potato chip maker and egg slicer.

Negan smacked your backside as he passed through the room.

"Hey!" You said on a laugh.

A wide grin spread across his face.

"I got most of the lawn equipment loaded. Simon's willing to keep the rest. I'm gonna run it over to his place."

"That's great." You replied, putting yet another frother into the donation box.

"I'll pick us up some dinner while I'm out. You want anything in particular?"

You didn't have to think twice about it.

"An oreo cookie blizzard."

He smiled in amusement.

"Other than ice cream?"

"Nope."

He grabbed his wallet and took his keys off the hook.

"Thank yooou, Love you!" You called over your shoulder as the door closed. Then you heard him start the truck and drive off.

You lent your complete attention to your task. At the rate you were working, you would need just one more day to load the furniture and do a final cleaning then you could get on the road and out of town.

Time passed quickly. Before you knew it you were done with the kitchen and moving onto the next project. You had saved the worst for last, the over stuffed closet in the hallway. When you checked the time, you realized a lot of time had passed. You didn't know exactly what time it was when Negan left, but you figured it had been over an hour ago. You checked your phone for messages, but there was nothing from Negan. He probably got to talking with Simon. You thought. Maybe he'd stayed to have a beer or two. You told yourself and got back to work.

Daylight began to fade into sunset and you found yourself standing in an empty closet.

You looked at the time again. You sighed. Two hours had passed since you last checked. Where was he? You hit his name in your favorites and pressed call. The phone rang and rang until you got his voicemail:

This is Negan. Leave a message.

"Hey Babe, it's getting late. Where are you at? Call me back."

You hung up and took a deep breath. Why were you so nervous? You had no reason to be nervous. He would see that you called and he would realize how late it was and he would come home. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. You taped and labeled the last few boxes. You ran an anxious hand over your forehead and tried to ignore the growing sense of panic inside you. You called him twice more. Those two calls became ten and still no Negan.

What time had he left? You couldn't remember. It felt late very late in your bones. Your screen read seven thirty. This insidious feeling gnawed at you claiming something was very wrong. You had a sudden idea, You could call Simon. You would call Simon and he could tell you if Negan was there and- You didn't have Simon's phone number. You didn't have the phone number of anyone who did.

You opened the front door and looked out onto the street. Everything was still. Not so much as a breeze disturbed the trees. It was like the entire neighborhood was holding it's breath, waiting. You stood out there until the sun set turned into the night sky.

You could call the police. You would tell them that Negan had gone to run an errand hours ago and hadn't returned. You would tell them you called him several times and that he hadn't picked up. You didn't know where he could be other than Simon's. Good Lord, would they even help you? What if Shane was the one they sent? He wouldn't help. Neither would Rick nor anyone on the force who was close to Shane.

You sat on the sofa and covered your face with your hands. The hole you had dug yourself into seemed on the verge of swallowing you whole.

There was a heavy knock at the door. The noise seemed to echo in the now, much emptier space. You got slowly to your feet. The knocking repeated. Your hands shook as you unlocked the deadbolt and pulled open the door. A tall brunette stood on the porch. Her hair was slicked back into a low bun. The sight of the uniformed officer made your heartbeat accelerate.

You tried to remember if you had met this woman before. Your eyes caught on her name tag : Lerner.

"Mam?" She called your attention. Her expression held only the steely observance present in all those of her profession.

"Yes?"

"Are you a relative of Negan Smith?" She eyed you warily.

You nodded, your gaze caught on the object she had in her hand.

Why did she have Negan's wallet?

"I'm afraid he has been in an accident. His truck was run off the road. We are still looking for the person responsible."

You gasped. You felt as though you had no air in your lungs. You gripped the door frame tightly. You told yourself you needed to focus as you fought your body's attempt to bring you to your knees.

"Wh-what hospital?" You heard yourself ask.

The officer's eyes tightened at the corners.

"What hospital?" You pressed.

Officer Lerner shook her head.

"He was taken to Saint Luke's, but the damage done was irreparable. He didn't make it."

You cried out.

"No, but ...No! He can't be!"

She stepped forward pulling you against her side as you lost your balance. She walked you back to the sofa you had been sitting in.

"He-he can't be." You stuttered.

"I am sorry, Mam, but Negan Smith is dead. He passed away at five thirteen this afternoon."

You flinched. Your breath was coming out in gasps as the tears broke free, rolling down your cheeks.

"We're leaving. We were going to leave." You trembled.

You sobbed hard. The broken sound was unlike any you had made before. You shrank away from it, but you couldn't stop because the pain wouldn't stop.

Officer Lerner remained there with you until your cries died down enough for her to get a word in.

"Is there anyone you can call? You shouldn't be alone right now."

You shook your head just as a knock sounded at the open door.

Shane stood there his face filled with concern.

"I came as soon as I heard." He told her that he would watch you and sent her on her way.

He knelt down beside you. Your tears continued to flow. Your hands wouldn't stop shaking.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry."

You were vaguely aware of his arms going around you. It didn't matter. None of it felt real. Your senses from the moment you had been told Negan was dead seemed to have dulled. The world, your life your plans it was all so insignificant now. Your brain tried to make sense of it. He was dead. He wasn't coming back. You would never see him smile again, never hear his laugh. You swallowed wetting your raw throat.

"I shouldn't have let him go without me. I should never have let him go." You lamented.

Shane shushed you. He held you in his arms as you cried.

There would be no more good morning kisses, no more dinners together. He wouldn't be around to talk to when your day wasn't going well. He wouldn't be there to share in your joy when the baby was born. He was so ecstatic to become a father and now he wouldn't be there.

You held your head in your hands as you spoke to that higher power you so rarely reached out to.

God, please, I love him. God, I need him. I need him.

You sobbed anew, burying your face in Shane's shoulder as you begged God to see you through this.

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Entrapment

Part Five: Everything I Wanted

Shane Walsh x Reader

Negan x Reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Non-con, Language, Angst

"Now you're gonna show me how grateful you are."

You watched in mild horror as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

He pulled out his hardening cock and looked to you expectantly.

Your eyes shot to the building. You took a shallow breath.

You slid over across the seat. Your eyes filled with tears as you realized you had been right all along.There was no way out.

Shane smirked down at you as you bent over his lap. You took his shaft in your fist and wet your lips. Your stomach clenched as you accepted what you would have to do.

His fingers ran through the hair at the nape of your neck. He cupped the back of your head, pushing you down until your lips were pressed against the head of his cock.You shut your eyes and opened your mouth. It slid along your tongue. You could taste the salt of his sweat.

Your nose wrinkled. You tried to pull away, but Shane's hand kept you in place. You let go of him, your hand searching for the seat between his thighs. His hips thrust upwards, seeking the warm heat of your throat. You lost your attempt at balance and fell forward. He had you right where he wanted you. Shane fucked your mouth, holding you still as he had his way.

You did what you could to breathe through your nose. He thrust deeper. You gagged around his cock.

Shane groaned in response.

Tears leaked from your eyes as he pushed you to your limit and beyond chasing his climax. You felt dizzy. You could barely breath.Your fingers dug into his denim clad thighs. You gagged again and again, your body rejecting his intrusion. By the time he came, it felt like his cock was halfway down your throat.

"Oh fuck-fuck, Y/n!"

It felt like you were drowning.You swallowed his cum out of desperation. He moaned your name.His grip on you relaxed as he began to soften in your mouth.

You pulled away gasping. Your chest heaved. You gripped the edge of the seat as you caught your breath.

If this was what you were in for you might not survive it. He had never been so rough with you. You had long suspected he was capable of doing such a thing and here was the proof.

You wiped the tears from your face, and the spit from the corners of your mouth.

"If I had known you were so damn good at sucking dick, I'd have made a lot more use of your mouth." He told you.

You found your purse on the floor of the truck and grabbed onto it. You couldn't stand to look at him.

"Are you going to go in there first or should I?"

He laughed.

"What, You don't wanna cuddle?"

You grit your teeth. Your jaw ached.

"This isn't funny. You got what you wanted."

You could feel him watching you. You hoped he couldn't see that you were trembling. You closed your eyes and took a breath.

"Please, Shae?" You pleaded, tacking on the nickname to remind him of the fondness you had once felt for each other.

He remained silent just long enough to cause you stress.

"From now on, I expect you to pick up when I call you. I don't wanna hear no bullshit excuses. You're gonna meet me where I say, when I say. Got it?"

You nodded vigorously.

"Great." He buckled up his pants then turned off the ignition.

You didn't get out of the truck until he did. Part of you worried that this was a trick. You didn't know what you would do, what you could do if he didn't keep his word.

••••••••••

You waited in the parking lot. Your wary gaze followed as much of his trek through the station as the front window allowed. You tried not to focus on your emotions, but you could not compartmentalize what had occurred. What had you done to bring the worst out in this man? Because, in truth, he had steadily been getting worse before Negan came into the picture.

You wished you could go back to a time where your relationship felt good and right, back to the very beginning. Shane had seemed to be what you wanted in a man. Though he was a man of few words, he seemed assertive, strong, and wise. Over time you came to find that being assertive and strong could be used to force you into submission. His wisdom, turned out to be cold calculation. He had been so nice to your parents and friends. He had been good to you while you were dating and in the early days of your marriage.

Then you had moved to his hometown and his behavior changed. And Negan, he was not very nice. It had taken you some time to get used to his bold and brash temperament. Yet he had noticed your unhappiness and become a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. He hadn’t touched you until you had said out loud you wanted him to do so. He respected your opinion and was ready to come to a compromise when you found yourselves in a disagreement. He cursed often, but he had never cursed at you. Your parents were gonna hate him, but you didn’t care. He was kind, honest, and accepting.

The better part of an hour had passed when Shane finally came back out. He wore an expression of disgust as he approached you.

“It’ll be about a few minutes.”

You sighed in relief. You almost thanked him, but caught yourself quickly.

He looked back at the station and then at you. His thicc fingers went around your upper arm, hauling you close to him. He leaned in until his lips brushed your ear.

“If you go back on your promise I will make him regret it.” He hissed.

“I won’t.” You replied, fighting the shudder trying to work it’s way through your body.

Without another word he released you and headed off for his truck.

You turned to find Negan standing a mere six feet away, watching you. Seeing him made you feel lighter. Your eyes drank in the sight of him. His clothes was a bit rumpled, but aside from that he seemed to be fine. You pulled him in for a hug, but he remained stiff in your arms.

“What did you do?” He asked brusquely.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“I don’t want you making deals for me, Y/n.” He frowned.

“We just...We talked it out is all. I ordered an uber, it should be here in -”

“Do you really fucking expect me to believe you got me out by reasoning with that prick?” He looked you over warily.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” You kept your tone neutral.

“Are you saying you’re not taking him back?”

You sighed.

“No, Negan. I’m not taking him back.” You shook your head. “God almighty give me patience.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

“You’re mad at me? Are you seriously fucking mad at me?”

You turned away from him.

“Can we talk about this later? Our ride is here. ” You led the way without waiting for a response.

Negan followed you none the less.

“I’m the one having a shit day. Shouldn’t I get to be mad?” He complained as you got situated in the back of the toyota.

You watched him scrunch into the space beside you, but didn’t respond.

He turned to look at you.

You looked away.

The uber driver pulled away from the curb and headed for the school.

••••••••••

Luckily, the parking lot was empty when you arrived. You were worried about the problems Negan would have to face. How could he possibly explain away an arrest? Teachers had been fired for less. As you crossed the parking lot, You snatched the keys to his truck out of his hand. He raised an eyebrow at you. You hit unlock on the key fob and went to the driver side.

He stared you down the entire way to his place. The feeling of being watched grated on your nerves. You felt judged and hated it.

“I know you’re younger than me and all, but damn if you’re not acting like a moody fuckin teenager.” Negan chided.

"You're fuckin' drivin' like it too." He muttered.

“You didn’t call me.” You snapped. “I was worried to death and you didn’t call me.”

You fought the tears threatening to spill.

“I would’ve. If they had let me call.”

You glared over at him as you turned onto his street.

“They have to let you call. You get one phone call. It’s your right.”

“Come the fuck on! You think your ex’s buddies were concerned about my rights?”

You pulled into the driveway and put the truck in park. You were so pissed off you were shaking. In truth you didn’t know what specifically you were pissed off about, it had been such a trying day.

“You never should have hit him.”

You didn’t give him a second look as you hopped down from the truck and took off into the house. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest.

You were halfway down the hallway when he caught up with you. He grabbed onto your upper arm and spun you to face him.

“You know damn well I did it for you.” Negan’s hazel eyes seemed to glow gold with frustration as he glowered down at you.

He was standing so close to you, you could smell the last remnants of the cologne he had spritz on in the morning.

The sounds of your rapid breathing filled your ears. The air around you was electric with tension.

His eyes strayed to your lips. Despite his annoyance with your behavior, he started to lean in.

The memory of the horror you had felt as you were held down and choking on Shane's cock came to the fore front of your mind.

You flinched away, breaking Negan's hold on your arm.

“Don’t touch me.“

The hurt and surprise on his face cut you deeply. You walked away before any more damage could be done.

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Entrapment

Part Eleven: Don't Give Up On Me

Shane Walsh x Reader

Negan x Reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angst, Language

You didn't go to Shane's that night. He didn't call to scold you. You hadn't heard from him in over a week.You were certain he was getting off on his revenge. You weren't sure if it was premeditated or happenstance, but it had worked in his favor all the same. You called it a moment of weakness because it was one. You were still in love with Shane, but you had no intention of returning to your broken marriage. However by letting your emotions get the better of you, you might have changed your relationship with Negan irrevocably.

He wasn't speaking to you. You supposed it was better than if he had asked you to leave. Although, you kept in mind that he could very well do so at any moment. Your anxiety was through the roof. Your stomach went sour from constant nerves. You could hardly keep anything down. You couldn't get much sleep either.You were still sleeping in the same bed, but he kept to his side and you did your best to respect his personal space. This didn't come easy in the modest bungalow. The lack of space didn't allow you much room.

You found yourself apologizing for each uncomfortable encounter.He didn't acknowledge you. Was it so much worse than slamming doors and getting yelled at? Were you a stranger to him now? You were obviously a nuisance. Why hadn't he asked you to leave?

All these thoughts and more were a buzz in your mind as you tried to get through week two of being public enemy number one. You sipped at your lavender tea and sighed. Your gaze fell to the back of Negan's head. He was watching some sports thing on tv. You were supposed to be grading, but you weren't getting very far. Your lower back was hurting from sitting in the hardbacked chair for too long. You dully remembered the last time you had felt so uncomfortable was during your period.

And then it dawned on you. You didn't know how long it had been since your last period. In any case it should have come by now. You frowned down at your tea. No. This was bullshit. There was no way you could be pregnant. You had been having unprotected sex with Shane for years and nothing had come of it. Although, it would be just your luck to become pregnant at a precarious time like this...

You groaned.

Negan's head turned. He made eye contact with you for the first time in days. You blushed profusely. When you had wanted his attention you didn't have it. Now you had it and didn't want it.

"I'm going to the store." You closed your laptop decisively.

"Dressed like that?" He asked uncertainly as he watched you put on a pair of flip flops.

You caught sight of your reflection in the mirror, your light blue 'squeeze the day' tank top and lemon print pajama bottoms.

"Fuck it." You huffed and grabbed your purse. You didn't care what the people at the store thought. You cared what Negan thought and right now he thought of you as the bitch who broke his heart. So, you figured, why not be a comfy bitch? You grabbed your keys and went out the door.

•••••••

Two and a half hours and two pregnancy tests later, you stood in front of the bathroom sink balling your eyes out. Both tests came out positive. You had wanted a baby to love and care for when you first married Shane.When you had stability and were in a committed relationship.

You were currently on a rocky road to divorce and heading for a break up. You had the worst luck in the world. You couldn't even tell anyone. It would lead to questions of who the father was. You wouldn't have answers. It could just as easily be Negan's as it could be Shane's.

A light knock on the bathroom door startled you.

"Everything okay in there?" Negan asked concern in his voice.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." You sniffled.

Oh now he's talking to me, you thought and rolled your eyes.

You grabbed a bunch of tissue and wrapped up the pregnancy tests before you tossed them in the trash. You opened the door and clicked off the the light.

Negan stood in the cramped hallway, arms crossed over his chest.

"You gonna tell me what that was all about?" He inquired, looking at you with suspicion in his eyes.

Your reply was to repay him the favor of ignoring his existence.

••••••

Negan spent a lot of time wondering how much of a fool you had made of him. Three and a half weeks worth to be exact. He wondered if everytime you had been out late, you had been with Shane. He imagined the two of you together and it made his blood boil. He thought he'd been treating you quite well, especially in comparison to how Shane had treated you.

How had you been able to look him in the face knowing you were fucking somebody else behind his back? He was more than pissed off. He was furious. Unfortunately, he was just as furious with himself as he was with you. He had thought of you as gentle and kind, trustworthy and loyal. He believed you when you said to him, "I'm with you." He bought into your naive little act like some lovestruck idiot. Now you had him questioning what the fuck was wrong with himself. Had he been so lonely that he'd wanted to believe in your damsel in distress bullshit?

Fuck he was weak. You had done a really shitty thing to him. You had betrayed him, lied to him, taken advantage of his feelings for you. Yet he couldn't bring himself to let you go. He was so damn tired of not knowing what was going on in his own relationship.

That was the thought that drove him to look through your phone while you were sleeping. The messed up part was, he didn't have any reservations about invading your privacy. If anything he felt entitled to the information you had been hiding. It seemed like his only option. He started with your photo gallery. There were pictures of you and Negan, pictures sent to you from your family, memes sent by your friends. He checked your apps, your social media. Nothing. His thumb hovered over the message icon. Did he really want to know? He didn't want to. He had to. He opened the app. The first couple of names were of your friends from home and some of your family members.

He opened your text message thread with your sister. He scrolled a couple of days back and choked on his own breath. Negan tapped your screen a couple of times to make the font larger.You were pregnant. You told your sister about your late period, your trip to the doctor, and the doctor calling to confirm your test results. You were three months along.He was stunned. The only thing he had been expecting to find out about was your involvement with your ex. This was...He didn't know how to feel about this. Your phone beeped and there it was, a text message from Shane.His lip curled in disgust. We need to talk, was all it said.

He scrolled up more than a few times, going back over months worth of texts. Before long he came to the conclusion that you had made a deal with Shane. Shane was using his position of power as a police officer, threatening to come after him if you didn't do every and anything he asked of you.

Knowing didn't make him feel the least bit better. Everything clicked into place, your strange behavior, Shane's snide remarks, your sporadic disappearances, all of it. He was angry with you. He wanted to beat the holy hell out of Shane. For the moment, he settled for throwing your phone across the room.

The clatter didn't wake you. Negan did.He turned on the light.

"Get up." He fumed.

You winced at the brightness.

"Negan." You grumbled and pulled the covers up over your head.

"What the fuck were you thinking!" He demanded, grabbing the covers and tossing them off the bed.

"Negan!" You squeaked, alarmed by his behavior.

"Why would you think it was okay to sell yourself? Why the fuck would you think that was okay?!"

You sat up, blinking rapidly. Your mind struggled to shake off the sleep, to become present.

"Your relationship with that asshole is beyond fucked up. Do you even know whose baby you're carrying? I can not fucking understand you. Help me understand you!"

Your brain soon processed what he had said.

Oh God. He found out.

You turned to the night table and saw that you're phone was gone. You felt as if the room had shrunk, the bedroom set around you caging you in.

"You looked through my phone?!"

"I fucking had to! You lie about everything!"

His chest moved with effort as he tried to restrain his temper.

"He would have-You would have gone to prison." You divulged.

"Did it occur to you that I am a grown ass man who can deal with my own problems? Did it ever occur to you that I would rather do time than have you do what you did?"

He was pacing, anguish painting his features. The sight made your chest ache with shame and regret.

"I couldn't let you pay for something that wasn't your fault."

"I chose to hit him. It was my fucking decision and I was willing to deal with the consequences." He shook his head disapprovingly.

"Well I wasn't going to let you face them alone!"

"You should have!"He glared at you.

"I..." The common apology died on your lips. "I love you and I should have told you."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his back to you.

"I can handle him. You saw me. I more than held my own against him."

"He threatened to ruin your life. He has the power to do that. Can't you see?"

"It was just one more way to tie you down. He wanted control over you and you handed it to him."

You wiped angrily at your tears.

"I am sorry. I love you. I'm so sorry." You cried into your hands like a small child.

He reached back and touched your foot.

"You have fucked me up. God damn how you've fucked me up. I have this need to comfort you even when you have made a fool outta me."

You crawled across the bed to be close to him.He let you lay your head against his shoulder. You put your arms around him.

"What am I supposed to do? I mean, are you ever gonna stop or is this who you really are?" Your tears were falling freely now. You were so frustrated with yourself. Negan was finding this information out for the first time and yet you were the one crying.

"I hate that I've hurt you. I didn't want to. I meant what I said, I'm done with him, but I honestly don't know what to do. He won't stop. He won't let me go."

Negan took a deep breath and let it out. He gently squeezed your arm.

"He can make all the threats he wants, but ultimately your fear gives him power over you. Stop giving him that power."

"How?" Your voice sounded small.

"Cut off all contact. If he shows up at work looking for you, you tell them to call security." He instructed.

"But what if he does something to get you into trouble?" You looked up at him then. His face was weary. He wasn't as worried as you felt.

"If you stop letting him get to you. I will stop letting him get to me." He gazed into your eyes.

"You promise?"

He nodded.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

"Can we still leave?"

"It's for the best." He agreed.

Your body felt languid as you finally relaxed. Negan's arm went around your back. He held you against his side.

You sniffled as your tears slowed.

"I have no way of knowing who..." You couldn't finish the sentence. "Not without a paternity test."

"Can they do that before the baby is born?" He asked surprised.

"Yes, they can. I've been reading up on it." You admitted.

"Then let's do it. Let's find out."

All your secrets laid to bare ended the war between you.Negan got the lights while you retrieved the covers from the floor. Negan got in to bed. You were hesitant, but you followed suit. He reached for you once you were near him. You cuddled, your bodies fitting together comfortably as you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years

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Entrapment

Part 10: Once You've Loved Somebody

Shane Walsh x Reader

Negan x Reader

Summary:Stuck in an unhappy marriage, Y/n finds herself drawn to the attentive and charming health teacher/baseball coach she meets at work. There's only one thing standing in the way, her husband's volatile temper.Y/n had long thought what she lacked in her life was love and acceptance, but her choice in partner would suggest something much darker.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: 3 Screenshots, Mental Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Mentions of Violence, Angst that hurts, Language

You saw Shane's last text during your grading period and frowned. No amount of reasoning or begging had gotten through to him. He expected to see you tonight. How would you explain your absence to Negan this time? You were running out of excuses and his patience was wearing thin. It was an easily combustable combination.

The intercom came on. Then, the garbled voice of an office admin came through.

"Mrs. Walsh, your husband is here to see you."

You sighed deeply as you locked your computer screen. He had been telling you off via text thirty minutes ago. Shane showing up here could be disastrous to your career.

"Thank you. I'll be right there." You replied.

You stood and slipped your phone into your pocket. Shoulders back, you reminded yourself. If you were going to face Shane you needed all the confidence you could get.

You were wary to allow Shane the opportunity to get you alone. Instead of going outside with him, you had him show his ID and signed him in as a visitor. He cocked one dark eyebrow at you, but allowed you to lead him out of the office and to your classroom.

You would have preferred to leave the door open, but Shane shut it behind him.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" You inquired, crossing your arms over your chest.

His hand on your hip startled you into turning towards him. It was frightening and yet anticipation filled your stomach with butterflies.You stood belly to belly, looking up into his cocoa colored eyes.

"I needed to see you." His gaze fell to your lips.

Despite your reluctance your breath quickened.

"We can't do that here." You cautioned.

His fingers tilted your chin up. A tingling warmth seemed to trail along every bit of skin his hands touched.

"And just what do you think I'm gonna do to you?"

You swallowed to wet your dry throat.

"F-Fuck me?"

The corners of his mouth quirked at your nervousness. There was such heat in his gaze, it made you blush.

"I didn't come here for that."

"Oh." Your lips formed a small pout as the word formed.

He kissed your lower lip.

"What did you come here for then?" You murmured.

He brushed his lips over yours once and again.

"Missed you." He breathed.

"You...missed me?" You reiterated in disbelief.

He nodded.

The sentimental part of you rejoiced at the idea. Unlike the last time he had dropped in, You found nothing false in his gaze nor in his voice. There was no ulterior motive you could see for his being there. Your heart felt so full. Shane had said the very thing you had been dying to hear through the past few years of your relationship. To listen to this honest admission that you had stirred something other than anger or lust in him was a profound moment for you.You kissed him, impulsively bringing your lips to meet his.

You moved in sync with his slightly chapped lips. You had kissed him a million and one times, possibly more. The fire and ardor was always there. This soft affection was a new experience. One you longed for through your entire marriage.

Your hands at his nape pulled him into you. Mingling with these feelings was the rush you got from being intimate with someone so dominant. His hands slid under your shirt, making skin to skin contact with the soft flesh at your sides. You shared a breath.The pressure of his lips embracing yours was a thrill you would never stop craving. You kissed him like you couldn't bare to be apart from him. You held him to you as though it would make up for all the fucked up shit he had done to you. You took note of the pleased sound he made, of his accelerated breathing and the taste of him.

The shrill ringing of the bell forced you apart. You stood there looking one another over with new eyes. Unsure of what had changed between you. Unwilling to invalidate it with words.

Your eyes were drawn to the hallway as the first students arriving opened the door. Your heart sank like a stone as your eyes met Negan's wide gaze. You looked fearfully from Negan to Shane and back again.The very air felt as though it was charged with electricity.

"I'll see you later, Baby." Shane drawled and left.

You gasped, but he passed the other man by without incident. Negan's wounded gaze was on you. None of what was happening around you could penatrate the silent aftermath of utter devastation that now existed where your relationship had been. The reality of your betrayal cut into you painfully. You closed your eyes to ward off tears. When you opened them again he was gone.

•••••••••

He was waiting outside your classroom at the end of the day, baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, laptop case hanging over his shoulder. You hadn't known what to expect and yet you had assumed he would have left without you.

As you walked through the empty building he kept pace with you, but wouldn't look at you. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

All the way to his truck you kept thinking of what you should say, of what you would want him to say to you if the situation was reversed, but you came up blank. He opened the door for you as always.Then he went over to his side and got in.The engine came to life with a low rumble.You waited until he had pulled away from the school before you said anything.

"Negan, I am so sorry. I-God I am so sorry."

He wet his lips with his tongue.

"Does this mean you're getting back together?" He asked, his voice hollow.

You tried to get a better look at his face, but he angled it away.

"No! No, of course not!"

Negan took a shaking breath as he pulled up to the stoplight. He took out a cigarette from his pack and lit it.He took a few puffs.

"Don't you try to gaslight me. Nothing of what I saw makes your answer obvious."

You looked to the dashboard as though it would give you the right words to say.

"What did you see exactly?" You clasped your hands together in your lap to hide the shaking.

He took another drag of his cigarette.

"You kissed him the way you used to kiss me.You are still in love with him."

"That-that isn't true. I-it's not what you think." You ran your index and middle finger over your eyebrow, smoothing it.

"I fucking saw you, Y/n!"

"It was," You cleared your throat, "a moment of weakness. I forgot what was real for a second just one second. I'm sorry."

"Yeah? How many moments of weakness have you had since you left him?"

"None!" Your voice sounded shrill even to you.

Negan pulled up the drive way and put the truck in park.

"I don't fucking believe you." He lamented. "Let me see your phone."

"What?!"

As he finally turned to look at you, you saw how exhausted he looked. His eyes were blood shot. You had caused him to reach his limit. You were sure of it.

"Your phone. Let me see it." He repeated, holding his hand out palm up.

"I...I can't."

He made a sharp sound not quite laughter at your response.

"There's a reason I can't let you see my phone. It's a very legitimate reason. You just-you have to trust me." You pleaded.

"Trust you. That's real fucking funny." He mocked and got out of the truck.

You watched him go into the house. Leaving you alone with your guilt.

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