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something to prove

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Every time your mom goes down to the city with Merle she lets Daryl stay behind and watch TV. The night your boyfriend breaks up with you, you decide you have something to prove.

Warnings: Very vaguely implied drug use, age-gap (reader is 20, Daryl is mid30’s), smut, voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation (both m & f), idk there’s something else that happens but idk how to tag it (premature ejaculation???), preTWD!Daryl.

Word Count: 3k

A/n: this is a two part story, possibly three? This started out as a step-dad!daryl idea but I reworked it because not everyone’s as big of a pervert as I am. If anyone wants step-dad imagines (au or otherwise for Daryl, or Negan) lmk. 🥵😈

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\\part 2\\

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“Who are you?” You ask, to the man standing in your house. Well, your moms house, certainly wasn’t his house. He looked like one of your moms friends from the bar.

“Shit, who are you?” He looks at you, more confused than you are. Scared almost.

“Mona’s kid?” You explain, who else would you be?

“Oh, shit. Didn’t know Mona had a kid. She just left you here?” You look at him like he’s still a stranger standing in your living room.

“I’m 20.” You watch as he sighs a little in relief.

“Right…. I’m Daryl. Uh. Her and my brother took a ride down to the city. Didn’t wanna go, she said I could hang here.”

“Of course she did,” you say to yourself with a sigh.

Daryl watches you as you run to the kitchen and grab a snack and run back toward the stairs, “Well. I’ll be in my room.”

“Wait! Uh.. where’s the remote?”

You sigh, with a smile this time, and step backward down the first step. You walk past him and dig your hand into the recliner that’s facing directly in front of the TV, pulling the remote from its hiding spot. As you walk back toward the stairs you put it to his stomach, and he takes it with both hands. “Thanks” you hear him say, and then you’re gone. Running up the stairs to lock yourself in your room.

✨🚬

Daryl and Merle came over a lot after that. You didn’t see too much of them, when you’re mom had company you knew it was best to stay locked in your room. Not like you’d want to be around her company anyway.

Daryl seemed different than Merle. Everytime you did venture out of your room for a snack, or to leave the house to go see your boyfriend, and you had to interact with things outside of your room, Daryl never spoke. Honestly, it seemed to you like he didn’t even want to be there.

And every time your mom and Merle go down to the city, Daryl stays back and watches TV and smokes cigarettes in the living room. Never does anything else.

You start developing a crush. And you know it’s insane because he’s so much older than you, but you can’t help it. You never thought you’d see someone older like that, but to be fair he didn’t look it. He definitely wasn’t as old as your mom. Probably mid 30’s? Probably. You couldn’t ask. And there was something about him. Brooding, quiet, but… safe. He never bothered you, never looked at you too long like most of your moms friends did. He seemed.. sweet.

You start praying they’ll come over, and then you pray that your mom and Merle will leave. Sometimes they’re only gone for half an hour, sometimes they’re gone all night. No matter how long they’re gone, though, you always go down and see Daryl.

You never really talk to him more than a few passing words, even when it becomes a more common occurrence.

Obviously you try to look as good as you can when you do go down there to walk in front of him. You stand awkwardly by the kitchen island, pretending to watch tv, trying to say something. Usually you can’t come up with anything.

You find yourself wearing more and more revealing clothing, trying to get him to look, but you never catch him looking. And, honestly? It frustrates you to no end.

Why won’t he look?

It’s starting to make you a little crazy, multiple times you’d had to stop yourself from coming down in just a towel.

And then your boyfriend breaks up with you. Probably better off, but the night that it happens you lose it. You’re not heartbroken necessarily, but you are pissed. And you feel like you have something to prove. And all of it bubbles up into something you normally would never see yourself doing.

You come downstairs this time in only an oversized teeshirt. No underwear. Its dark, all the lights off, it is 2am, but for some reason you weren’t expecting it. It should make what you have planned even easier. Less awkward.

Instead of going to the kitchen you walk right up to Daryl and put your hand out for the remote. “I wanna watch TV.”

He looks up at you. Finally. And he hands you the remote. “Alrigh’.”

You change the channel to something else, doesn’t matter what as long as it’s not what he was watching. You settle on an old movie, looked just boring enough. You lay down on your stomach in front of where Daryl sat in the armchair, your teeshirt riding just barely up your ass, just enough for Daryl to be distracted by it. To notice it. To ask himself if you weren’t wearing any underwear.

You hear him take a deep breath from behind you and it makes you smile. Finally.

And you stay like that for a while, absentmindedly looking at the TV, not really watching it. Daryl’s watching you through half lidded eyes. Before you’d come downstairs Daryl was a good five minutes from falling asleep in that arm-chair. But now? His heart hammering in his chest, he has to control his breathing in the quiet living room, to not tip you off that you were affecting him so much. He wasn’t sure what you were doing, or if you were even doing it on purpose. But you’re 20, right? Surely… he figures you have to know.

But if you know what you’re doing, than you’re expecting some kind of reaction, and Daryl… can’t. He can’t move. He can hardly think straight. Looking at your bare legs, the little peak of your ass just barely revealing itself from under the fabric. And then you shift your hips and the tee-shirt falls away even more.

It takes everything in him to keep his breathing steady.

“Are you looking?” Your voice cuts through the silent room, making no attempt to turn back and look at him.

“No.” Daryl says, quickly. His brain scrambling over the new information that you definitely, absolutely, undeniably knew what you were doing.

You smile to yourself, the choked sound of his voice told you everything you needed to know. You can practically feel the heat in his cheeks. The tightness in his chest.

You never thought you’d be as into it as you were getting. Him seeing you like this was burning up your core. Slowly at first and then seemingly all at once. You put your head to the floor in a small moment of defeat over your own body, feeling yourself start to drip down your leg. You wonder if he can see it too. If the light of the TV is reflecting off the little strings of your arousal, coating the inside of your thighs, starting to drip down onto the carpet. A small groan escapes your lips as you raise your hips up off the carpet, keeping your shoulders and the rest of your body down to the ground.

You want to show him what he’s doing to you. You want him to see the mess he’d made. So there you are, your ass now completely in the air, only a few feet from where he’s sitting behind you, “Are you looking now?”

This time Daryl doesn’t respond. Because he can’t. His fingers are whiteknuckled on the arm-rests. And he was losing the ability to control his breathing. He was losing control of the ability to even think about breathing. To think at all.

You don’t mind that he didn’t answer, you knew. His ragged breathing spurred you further. You reach down underneath your body, through your legs, and try to spread yourself open for him with two delicate fingers. Your middle finger slipping through your folds, too slick to hold up to friction. Your hand wipes some of it down your thigh, so you can continue what you’re trying to do.

And you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, making a smile bloom on your face. A sick, cocky smile.

You spread yourself for him, before taking two fingers to your clit and drawing small circles around it. You hiss, your hips spasming at the too sensitive feeling of pressure directly on your nerve bundle, but you keep going.

Plunging two fingers deep inside of you, selfishly. This one wasn’t for Daryl, although he liked it. You needed the delicious feeling of something inside of you. Your fingers hook in you, desperately curling over and over again as you mercilessly assault your own g-spot.

The noises coming out of you could send Daryl into a coma. Not just the half-coherent babbles and deep definitely-came-from-your-chest groans. No, the sound of your slick hand squelching against your cunt so perfectly.

You go back and forth like this, between your clit and your walls, until you feel your orgasm start to bubble over. The dull throb of ecstasy climbing into every limb. You almost forget Daryl’s watching as you put your fingers back inside you, three this time, and ride your own hand until your body is shaking, expletives falling out of your mouth before you can catch them.

You lay there, on the floor in a heap, teaching yourself to breathe again. Until you glance back at Daryl. With one hand covering his mouth his expression is unreadable, but his other hand gripping the arm rest tells you everything. And the hard cock pressing up against the zipper of his pants tells even more.

You’re almost embarrassed, but not quite. Standing up from the spot you’d laid down to ‘watch TV’ you silently walk over to him and wipe your hand off on his shirt. Pressing your fingers hard against his chest through the fabric, eliciting a barely audible moan from him.

He watches you walk away, listening as your bare feet pad up the steps and into your room. It takes him all of three seconds to free his cock from his jeans. Pumping himself furiously, unceremoniously, with his face buried in the spot of his shirt where you’d wiped your juices on him.

The smell of you, the taste of you, so fresh and right there. He laps at the spot until it’s soaked with his saliva. He comes in a strangled mess, trying to be quiet, hot white ropes painting his jeans.

After it’s over he curses himself. He leaves before Merle and your mom get back, to go home and change. Wondering to himself what the hell just happened.

✨🚬

For a week you avoid him. He and Merle come over twice, but you stay in your room the whole time. A little too embarrassed to face him so soon after what you’d done. You didn’t regret it, or feel bad, but your normal personality had returned. With nothing more to prove to yourself, or your stupid ex boyfriend. Not bold enough to masturbate in front of older men. Apparently not even bold enough to show your face in front of him.

You wake up one night in a sweat, having another dream about Daryl. In this one he’d had you bent over the kitchen table. Fuck it’s hot in here, you go to open the window but what you really need is water.

You start to make your way downstairs, only to see Daryl. In the faint glow of the television, eyes wide as he meets yours. “Oh. Hi.” You manage to say, awkwardly standing on the last step before nodding at his lack of response, looking down trying to hide your blush.

You walk to the kitchen silently, getting some water for yourself. Feeling unbelievably uncomfortable, you wanted to be clever. To be coy and cute and everything you were the other night, but the whole thing is making you so nervous you can’t think straight. You just want to get back upstairs before you say something stupid. Before you embarrass yourself by not being that person.

You down a cup of water quickly and toss it into the sink before heading back for your room.

You’re passing in front of the TV when Daryl asks you, “Do you want the remote?”

One simple question, your head spins. You knew what he meant. What he was really saying. ‘Do it again’.

You look over at him, remote on his knee, and you nod. Walking over to him, you pick up the remote from where it sat, but you let your fingers graze all the way up his leg, over the tight bulge in his pants. “Christ.” He says, through gritted teeth.

You smile, that same cocky smile, and take your position down on the ground in front of him. You take your time, at first you really are watching TV. Letting Daryl ache for it. Letting him question if you understood what he’d meant.

He’d been wondering when he was going to see you next, if you’d do it again. If you’d do more. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was definitely the hottest thing a girl had ever done for him. Not like he had all that much experience with women, but he had some. None of it quite like that. Nothing that was so burned into his memory that if he closed his eyes he could still taste you. Still hear those explicit noises coming off your body.

He needed more. He needed to watch you again.

He waits, with baited breath, for you to touch yourself. It feels like it’s taking forever. There’s something about you just down there in front of him, though. It feels like he’s almost able to get off on just that.

Eventually you spread your legs a little bit at a time. Raising your hips again, you play with yourself in front of him like you did before, taking more time. Teasing him.

You slide the top half of your body, flush with the ground, over to the side a little so you can look back at him. Fuck. He’s just staring. Mouth open, eyes half closed, fingers holding a cigarette that he occasionally drags. Just watching. Never taking his eyes off of you. Occasionally he looks back up to your face, all contorted in pleasure, but for the most part he can’t take his eyes off of what your fingers are doing. The light shimmering over every wet part of you.

You sit up for just a second to bring the teeshirt off your body and throwing it to the side. Resuming your position, now completely naked. Vulnerable. You look at him with another smile, his expression is pained.

Daryl’s trying so hard to keep himself in control. To not touch himself until you’re out of the room, that would be too much, right? He’s convinced himself that there’s no way he can pull his cock out in front of you. He’s so much older, even if you’re 20. Even if you’re in front of him, doing this. Pretty, delicate, messy pussy spread out for him. Begging for him. He can’t. He’s got to control himself. Plus, it’s too embarrassing. You’re so confident and languid with your movements, he’s sure if you saw him like the strangled mess he was the other night that you’d run out of the room immediatly.

He’s wrong, but it doesn’t matter to you. Of course you want him, and of course you’d let him slither right in behind you and claim any hole he wanted. You would love to see him lose control and touch himself, even if it was something you’d never seen a man do before. Of course you would. But the feeling of his eyes burned into you is so exquisite on its own.

Daryl’s losing his fucking mind, though. You’re doing it all different than last time. Slower, hotter. Grabbing at your tits with your other hand. Fuck. His head is dizzy, he feels like he’s going to pass the fuck out. And then you start riding your hand again. But not like last time, last time your fingers were hooked into you so tight that Daryl silently begged for you to just fuck yoursef with your fingers instead. He wanted to watch your lips spread out and over them. Wanted to watch you fill and empty your cunt with your two fingers over and over, and now that’s exactly what you’re doing.

Daryl’s chewing on his thumb, anything to keep his hands away from himself. Every time you pump your fingers inside he feels his hardened length spasm. So tight into his pants, the friction actually starts to feel good.

You add another finger, and then another. It’s too much for Daryl, who was again silently begging you to do that too. To stretch that little pussy even more for him. Before he can even comprehend what’s happening, his vision goes white. Daryl’s cock spasms violently, cum coating the inside of his pants. His thumb is bleeding from where he’d bit down on it, and he’s never been more fucking embarrassed in his life. Never been more surprised, confused, turned on.

He watches as you ride out your high, following with your own earth shattering orgasm only a few moments later. He looks down to you to see if you had any idea of what had happened, but you don’t.

You have no idea he just came in his pants without even touching himself. Just from watching you.

pt 2

a/n : thanks to @norman-fucking-reedus for helping me with some ideassss for this 💕🤘🏻

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justsomegdude · 4 months

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Hate or Lust?

Summary: Y/N and Negan get separated from the rest of the saviors for a few nights.

Warning: Negan is a warning himself, swearing, tension, sexual tension.

A/N: I randomly made this with my boyfriend on call! I hope it’s good!!

You’ve known Negan for a while, you were one of his first members. He always seemed to be annoyed by your presence, he enjoyed your work but not you as a person.

You were getting ready to set out with Negan, and a few other of his higher ups to go check out a few abandoned buildings that Dwight said he saw. Of course Negan chose you to go with him. He enjoyed how hard you worked, and how much you’d do for everyone. He didn’t bother to talk to you though.

You walked up to Dwight, slinging your bag over your shoulders. Dwight seemed to have a scowl on his face, never lightening up since Negan burned the side of it. He looked up at you as he fixed his sleeve. “How far away are they?” You had asked and slid your hands into your pockets.

He looked out towards the gate. “…not far away. maybe an hour at most?” He glanced at his sleeve, and then looked at you again. “Big boss making you go?” Dwight knew about the whole thing between the two of you. Dwight was honestly one of your best friends here, so if he didn’t see it himself you would have told him anyway.

With a nod of your head, you heard more footsteps on the gravel ground, slow dragging footsteps that could only belong to one person. “Hey dwighty-boy! You ready?” He stood behind you, looking towards dwight. You turn around to look up at him, which he did not return.

Dwight glanced between the two of you until you looked at Dwight. “Uh.. Yeah.” He wasn’t gonna say anything more, but noticing how there was tension creeping up into the air as Negan stayed put behind you. “You gonna ask the (lady/him) too?” Dwight’s eyebrows furrowed. He knew Negan well enough to know that he’ll never talk to you unless someone mentioned it.

He finally looked down at you, it was your turn to not do it back. “Hey.” His voice was firm, he obviously wasn’t going to enjoy this. You turned your head and looked up into his eyes. His usual smirk wasn’t ever shown when he looked at you. “You ready?” Was all he said, looking up at Dwight again. Your stomach clenched and you looked at the gravel covered driveway. You don’t know what you did to make Negan hate you so much, but it wasn’t a nice feeling.

“yes.” You spat out, it might come off as disrespectful, but Negan doesn’t want to waste time even punishing you. Dwight could be heard entering a truck. Negan stayed behind you, he didn’t make a plan on moving. You heard footsteps behind you from other men, but thinking it was Negan moving you spun around. Then, Negan instead of The Sanctuary in your view had you step back. He looked at you, by choice.

“Watch it, Y/N.” He said firmly, talking with gritted teeth. He held Lucille loosely as he still did not move. His eyes stayed on yours. Your stomach flipped, he never chose to talk to you, or even look at you without reason. So to say you were nervous was an understatement.

Taking a step back, you were the first to stop the staring contest. “Yes sir.” You said, in a quiet voice as you started walking towards the truck you had usually taken, although never keeping the same passenger. You didn’t look back at Negan, but his eyes could be felt on you still. Hopping into the truck with the keys, twirling them before sliding them into the key slot.

Your view was out the window, waiting for the other saviors to get into their trucks. You weren’t sure who was gonna be in your car with you today, so you waited. The door opened which made your eyes dart towards the passenger door, expecting anyone but him to show up. He got into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Your eyes on him but his eyes on the trucks in front.

You were now gonna have to share a truck with the man that seemed to hate your guts.. Negan. His leather jacket was on but it was now unzipped, Lucille was set on the floor in between the door and his knee. Your truck was the last in line so for him to be joining you, especially as he’d choose anyone but you, it was weird and not like him. “The other trucks were full.” Negan's voice was heard as you realized you were staring at him. Your eyes went back to looking out the window.

“Okay.” Was your response, you weren’t really sure how else you could even respond. The trucks in front of you started so you started your own. Negans presence made an uncomfortable tension. You and him weren’t heads on, but there was an underlying feeling of hatred.

The gates opened to the sanctuary, the few trucks leaving and you started your drive behind them. Usually with whoever your seating partner was there would be at least noises, but with Negan.. There wasn’t even a peep other than the truck's engine being heard. You guys were driving for about an hour like Dwight assumed when the trucks in front came to a slow stop. We arrived and Negan seemed to want to leave as quickly as possible, not even letting you stop the truck completely before he jumped out with Lucille.

You exit your truck after turning it off. Rounding the truck to get to where the other saviors were standing. It seemed like everyone didn’t care to wait for you, but Negan didn’t move until you were close enough to follow. There were two groups of us, although not discussed and just went either way, you weren’t sure which group to follow so you went to the one with Dwight, that just so happened to be the one with Negan.

Entering the house that Dwight chose to go in, someone that you didn’t bother to learn the name of stayed at the door for guard. The room you automatically walked into was the living room, where it looked mostly untouched other than pictures that were clearly taken off the wall, by the fact there were nails left behind. Everyone went into seperate room to search, two in the living room, one in the kitchen, one in the dinning room, and Dwight went into the bedroom on the first floor. Since all rooms were occupied you went up the stairs to go to the first room you saw. It was rather quiet other than the small chatter from the saviors down below. Looking through drawers you found nothing but clothes. Walking over to the bed to look in the nightstand, there were gauze(bandage wraps) which you quickly pocketed for yourself. Hoping no one will notice.

There was a voice from behind you, where the door was. You looked over to see Dwight. “Hey Y/N, find anything?” He entered the room, by how he sounded, he didn’t see you hide the gauze for yourself. You closed the nightstand drawer and stood up.

“Nothing but clothes so far, i’ll keep looking though.” You nodded and went to the other side of the bed to look at the other nightstand. Pulling the drawer open to find batteries, which has you picking them up and throwing them at Dwight. He almost didn’t catch it, he fumbled a little. “Sorry thought you were paying more attention.” I smirked, it was silly banter we did.

Dwight found it funny and finally cracked a smile after how long you’ve seen him without any emotion. He put the batteries in a bag. “Knew you’d find something.” Dwight said and walked towards the door. “Negan said that he doesn’t want to stay here too long, since he thinks he saw a few walkers.” You just nodded at him.

“Thanks Dwight.” You thanked him and he left the room. Taking a quick look around the room to see if there could be any more places to look, not much to look for as this room seemed to be the most bland. Taking a walk around the room before getting onto your stomach to look under the bed. There was liquor. Pulling it out to see what it was you heard footsteps and slid it back under the bed quickly.

You looked under the bed still, pretending like you hadn’t rodin anything. “Y/N.” Negans voice heard, it was a stern way to say your name, and it instantly made you uneasy. Why was he suddenly talking to you so much? “I heard something, what was it?” You looked up at him from where you were laying to see his eyes not at your face, but somewhere around your body. You sighed as you grabbed the liquor, and stood up to show him. Negan quickly smiled when he saw it and took it from you. “Damnnnn. Nice find.” He seemed happy with it, maybe he’ll act like he hates you less. Negan snapped for one of the saviors to take the liquor and bring it to your truck. His hand went to your shoulder, and it made you instantly freeze and you don’t know why. “I’m gonna have some funnn tonighttt,” His tone was bouncing-like. somewhat energetic. “because of you, Y/N.”

Negan then left and it made you speechless. He’s never smiled around you, not talked, not touched, not even looked at you most of the time you’ve known each other. There was nowhere else to look in the room so you left the room. Everyone was already outside taking the stuff they found to the trucks when one savior started to scream about a herd coming. You and Negan were left in the house and tried to run towards the door only to see the walkers already starting to surround the house. Negan saw this as you tried to run out the door and he had quickly grabbed on to your shirt and pulled you against him. “shh.” Negan said quietly. He was protecting you?

The trucks were heard driving off and negan cussed under his breath. They stranded us here without worrying if we were okay or not? Negan's grip is still firm on your shirt. Not letting you move, which made you feel the need to not move an inch. Negan's arm wrapped around your waist as he slowly pulled you back so you weren’t in view of the windows. Why would he care so much about you all of the sudden? “Negan..” You whispered. Which then led him to putting his hand over your mouth.

Negan kept you pressed against him, his arm around your waist and his hand over your mouth. You were hiding from any windows, to not be seen. Everytime Negan heard a noise his hand around your waist got tighter just slightly, but once knowing it okay he loosened his grip. You were unsure how to react to all of this, so you stayed still. Why Negan was protecting you so much was beyond what you knew. Your knees slightly trembled because of the nervousness with both the walker herd and Negan.

When Negan thought the coast was clear he slowly let go of you, but you didn’t move. He leaned down next to your ear. “Y/N.. I think we’re good.” Negans voice was low, he tried to tell you to move it in a way that made it seem less rude. You nodded and stepped out of his reach and towards the door. Your hand went to the doorknob as you tried to react calmly after what Negan had just been doing to you for minutes. When you finally opened the door there was a walker that wasn’t heard or seen and came walking towards you, Negan quickly pulled you back and hit the walker into the door frame. blood and brains dripping from the now dead.. dead guys head. Negan was protecting you left and right now, which only made you confused.

Taking a look outside to view around for anymore close walkers, and when there were none you and Negan quietly ran towards the truck. You didn’t know how to get back to The sanctuary.. You always were following behind a truck that knew where, but you didn’t. “Negan.. Do you remember how to get back?” You looked at Negan and somewhere along the line of when you were checking for walkers and now, Lucille was with him.

He quickly looked at you. “No?! you don’t know?!” He was more nervous sounding than angry. He cursed under his breath. “All I know is we came from that road..” Negan had pointed at the road that you both knew you guys drove down. Starting the truck and driving towards the road. “Those pieces of shit. How could they just leave?!” His hand hit the dash and it made you jump. Negan looked at you before trying to calm down.

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It was hours after then and you and Negan had no clue where you guys were. Ending back up at the houses since you’d been marking where they were at least, made you realize that you both were fucked. Your truck was almost out of fuel and it was getting colder. you didn’t dress to be out this long.

Your truck was parked at the side of the road while you and Negan had reentered the looted house from earlier. There was only one blanket that you always kept in your truck just in case.. so you had agreed Negan used it, although it wasn’t much of a debate since you knew Negan wasn’t gonna let you have it.

He was on the bed in the room downstairs and you were on the couch out in the living room. The colder the night got, the more you shivered. Asking Negan for the blanket wouldn’t do anything, but you had to try. Standing up from the couch and taking a slow stroll over to the bedroom, the door was open but you knocked anyways. Negan wasn’t asleep but he was close to being. “What?” Negan said with a quiet, raspy voice, clear on how tired he was.

You took a step into the room. “It’s really cold.. and i was wondering if i could have the blanket..?” Asking Negan a question felt scarier than it should have.

He sat up and faced you. “fuck.. fine. but you’re staying in this room with it in case I want it back.” He agreed and unwrapped the blanket from around himself and threw it at you. You didn’t want to push anything so you wrapped it around yourself and you were going to sit on the floor before Negan spoke up again. “Don’t be an idiot. Get on the bed.” His tone was a low grumble.

You hesitantly sat on the bed next to him, wrapped up in the blanket. At times like these you wish that there were more things to do than sit in silence, but without music, or drawing supplies, no games, it was all very boring. Negan laid down next to you, covering his eyes with his arm.

It was awkward, in the same bed as the guy that you used to think hated you, but now that he saved you twice you weren’t sure. You could feel the annoyance radiating off of him with how he was acting. “You didn’t have to give me it, you know..” You spoke quietly. This made Negan uncover his eyes to look at you.

“My leather jacket is enough to keep me warm, don’t worry about it.” He put out, turning over on his side with an audible groan. You kept sat up for a little while so it didn’t look like you were copying him, until you also laid down. Cuddling up with the blanket as you pretended he wasn’t there, so you could ease your mind into sleep faster.

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Waking up in the morning, your blanket was still around you, but you felt another thing on you. You looked over at Negan only to find out his arm had been wrapped around you while you both slept. Maybe Negan accidentally moves a lot in his sleep, and would most likely hate waking up with him touching you at all, so you try to quietly and gently move his arm off of you. What you didn’t expect was his arm to tighten around you. His unconscious form wouldn’t allow you to move his arm off of you.

The only thing you could do was wait for him to wake up. Which obviously took longer than you’d wish. He most likely fell asleep after you then. Waiting for him felt unnecessarily long, because all you were doing was lying there silent and still. Probably ten minutes you were sat there with his arm wrapped around your waist until you felt him move, a small noise coming out of him as he finally took his arm off of you and sat up completely. To not make it seem like you were awake, you waited a little longer. He got up and walked out of the room, which made it perfect for you to finally ‘wake up.’

The blanket you used, you left on the bed. You didn’t need it as much anymore since it was day and it would get warmer out. Walking out of the room a minute after Negan did, you saw him looking out the window. “Hey Negan.” You said getting a little closer. He turns around to look at you.

“Hmm?” He hummed and looked back out the window. “Hi?” He questioned why you asked, understandably so since you guys usually never talked.

“Do you think they’ll come back for us?” Your question made Negan clench his jaw and face you again.

He looked at you for what felt like forever before he finally answer. “They better.” Was all Negan came up with. You noticed that he was getting upset, so you took that as a sign to shut up. You looked out the window as well to see what Negan happened to be looking at. There wasn’t anything out there, must have been just hoping for them to come back.

Negan and you were waiting around almost the entire day doing nothing. Since the saviors that so rudely left you took almost everything from the houses nearby there was next to nothing to actually do. You ventured into the other houses but again, all were looted by the people who left you. No sign of them even coming back yet.

You were outside laying in the grass looking up at the sky that was slowly getting darker. Negan was standing by you, you couldn’t tell if he was watching you or just watching for anything in general.

“you look dumb.” Negan spoke up, looking down at you. Which made you look up at his direction.

“I don’t see you finding anything to pass the time.” You glared, although not really fun it’s better than nothing.

Negan nods, “Yeah, and i don’t see any food on the table either, so maybe help me find some before it’s too late?” His statement made you stand up and wipe your clothes from any collected dirt.

Looking over at him, his eyes were closed. “Yeah? and how do you expect to find food? we’re not hunters.” Your statement made his eyes open. (Daryl randomly appears and hands them squirrels -Ray)

Negan stared at you for what felt like minutes yet again. His eyes weren’t only on your own, but seemed to go up and down, what felt like judgement. “I mean if they don’t come back, we’ll need to find food somehow.” Negan finally broke the silence.

“Well no duh Negan, we aren’t just gonna let ourselves starve??” Your hands go up as you shrug, annoyed. Negan’s eyes went to the ground. You sighed. “Well if we can’t hunt, since we both don’t know how i assume, how do you expect us to find food?” You said, a more logical reply.

Negan looks around. “We’ve only been around the houses we’ve already taken from, we can move out more. See if there’s anything around?” His question was reasonable, probably the most reasonable thing he’s said all day.

You walk over to the truck, which has Negan following you. As you both get in the truck and you start it, you don’t really know where to go from here. So basically the rest of the day was spent driving around. Not much talking happened yet again between the two of you, like two kids that hate eachother but the teacher paired you up anyways.

“Stop.” Negans voice was heard suddenly which made you stomp on the breaks. More or less the sudden noise scared you. “Jesus christ not that fucking’ fast!” He glared at you for your abrupt stop.

“You said stop randomly, what would you have done?!” You glared back at him. Negan ignored your comment and got out of the truck. Were you to follow him?

Hoping out of the truck to see why Negan had left, was a mistake because he started taking a piss. You sighed and walked back to the truck. He could have at least told you why, so it wasn’t weird that you followed him. Negan noticed but said nothing. You looked around the place Negan has forced you to stop at, seeing if there was anything other than woods… there wasn’t.

As you make it back to the houses from earlier.. yet again.. you found nothing nearby. Your truck was almost out of fuel, and you didn’t have any food. If Dwight doesn’t come back soon it’s gonna end up with one of us death, if not both. Making your way back inside had Negan basically pacing. This was the first time you’ve seen him actually nervous.

Walking over to him had him stop and look at you. “Are you.. okay?” Was the only thing you could think to ask. Negan sighed.

Negan nodded and began to pace again. Although you could tell he was lying, he also wanted to be seen as a ‘fearless leader.’ So of course he’d pretend. “Those fuckers left us, and they didn’t even come back!” He exclaimed, as if you didn’t know what was happening. You came up to his pacing self yet again and gently grabbed his arm to get him to quit pacing.

He stopped and looked down at you. “It’s just us. You don’t have to pretend you’re alright.” You quietly said. This made Negan let out yet another sigh.

“Okay, I’m not fine, alright?” He was still looking down at you, and your hand was still holding onto his arm. “How can i be a leader when my group isn’t with me!” He sounded frustrated.

“I’m still here.” You said which made Negans facial expressions soften. “You’re still my leader, Negan.” With what you said made Negan finally break the eye contact.

You both stayed silent, in the same position for a minute. “As much as I love being a leader, with only one follower it’s not easy.” He finally spoke up. It was your turn to sigh.

Your arm gently slid down his arm to his hand. “As much as you seem to hate me, be annoyed by me, even hate being around me. You’re not alone here.” You paused, he didn’t seem to pull away from your touch at all. “We’ll make it back to the sanctuary, you’ll be your usual leader self again. You can go back to hating me then, but for now, instead of treating me like you can’t stand being around me, let me help. Talk to me.” You spilled out what you’ve wanted to say all day. It was dumb to say half of the stuff you just said, but you had to tell him. You couldn’t stand seeing him pretend to be okay while he’s clearly frustrated and nervous. He’s your leader, and for him to be one he needs someone to follow him. You will be that someone.

Negan was speechless as he looked back up at you. You stared at eachother for minutes before he finally said something. “I never hated you.” This caught you by surprise. He paused. “You being one of the best saviors had made me nervous. That maybe someday you’d think you’re better than i was, so i avoided you.” His eyes fluttered closed, and his face scrunched up as he paused yet again. “You were always one of the best, ever since you joined the group. And it’s not an excuse for me to have been such an asshole towards you after all you’ve done for me. I’m supposed to be your leader, but i’ve treated you like absolute shit.” His voice became shaky when he finished. His eyes opened again.

You didn’t know how to reply at first, I mean what could you even say to all of that. You thought of anything else you wanted to say, about you two, or about how he felt. “Negan..” You whispered his name so he’d look at you. “I let you lead me because you’re a good leader. Even if i thought you hated me the entire time, everyone has a reason for a wall to be built up. To hide certain people away. I never once doubted you as a leader, because I know I couldn’t lead. especially not as many people as you do.” This made you both squeeze eachother hand. You wanted to continue but you didn’t originally know how do you waited until words came to mind or Negan spoke.

Without a word from either of you Negan opened his mouth to speak. “I didn’t only build up a wall for you because i thought you’d take my place. There was something about you that i noticed right away.” He paused. His body turned to face you more directly. “I saw how brave you were, how you could defend yourself, and i wanted you in my team. But when i got you.. I messed up. I’d have been better to you if I didn’t think the way I did, or feel the way I do.” He seemed like he wanted to say something specific but he couldn’t.

You rubbed at his hand. “Negan, take your time. We’ve got plenty..” This small remark made you both smile softly. Negan just nodded.

His eyes closed for a moment before he looked directly into your eyes. “After my late wife died, i thought i wouldn’t like anyone. I was wrong.” Negans voice was quiet but firm, whatever he was getting at meant something. The fact that he mentioned the one person he swore to never mention.. made this even more emotional for the both of you. “What i’m trying to get at here y/n… is that I think I might like you. And that’s why I wanted to act like I hate you, to hide the fact I fell for someone after Lucille.” His eyes never left yours, so yours didn’t leave his.

You stared at eachother for moments until you felt your cheeks heating up. How did you feel about Negan? He was rude but you always like him.. “Negan.. I can’t say I like you yet. But i’m willing to try.” Your reply made Negan smile, and go to hug you. As you were hugging for what felt like forever you heard tricks outside. Which made Negan hide you behind him as he looked out the window. It was the familiar trucks, The saviors were back.

Getting back to The Snactaury, you and Negan got to finally explore what was talked about when alone in that house together.

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leclercstarrs · 10 months

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jealous girl, maggie greene.

summary: in which you and your wife visit the sanctuary after the war, but some of the saviors take a liking to you!

warnings: fem!reader and not yet proof read!

notes: most of my fics are gn!neutral but this was part of the request! the request was anon so i hope this finds you bby and ty for the lovely request, maggie is one of my favs too!

Now that the war is over and Negan’s living in a cell, the remaining Saviors are left in Daryl’s care at the sanctuary. Your wife isn’t all that happy about this, but the two of you decide to go to the sanctuary with Rick and Daryl in order to help keep things in order.

Rick finishes his speech to the people in the building, then taking Daryl upstairs to discuss things. Meanwhile, you and Maggie walk around the rundown factory, watching the Saviors sort their cans of food.

“Well, hello there.” A voice catches your attention, making you turn around. Your greeted by a man with his hair half-tied up, wearing a grey sleeveless tank top. You shake your head and laugh at him, knowing he has no chance, your wife just a bit in front of you, talking to another Savior. “What’s funny, baby?” He grins, letting out a small laugh of his own. You let out a long sigh, “I’m taken.” You put your hand directly in front of his face, showing off the nice ring Maggie managed to get for you back at the prison. “Oh, I see.” He nods, pausing for a moment. He’s making it seem like he’s going to back off, but he proves you wrong when he opens his smug mouth again.

“Does that really have to stop us?” The man mumbles. “Us?” You raise an eyebrow. “I’ll stop you.” Maggie suddenly walks up to the two of you, “Hey, I’m her wife.” She seethes. The guy looks shocked, simply walking away as the girl stares him down. “Hot.” You joke, Maggie snaking an arm around your waist, letting the other guys that were staring you down know you’re hers.

This doesn’t seem to stop some of the men, however, as another one approaches you now that you’re once again separated from Maggie. This time, Rick and Daryl are surrounding you, the three of you discussing the future of the sanctuary. “Hey, ma.” The unknown man smirks, interrupting Rick. “Excuse me?” Rick glares at him. “Oh, you her husband?” The guy backs up a bit. “Nah, but she’s married and you’re a pervert, so back up.” Daryl defends you this time. “Oh, so you’re the husband?” He laughs.

You scoff, “I don’t have a husband, dumbass, I have a wife.”

“Oh, ya like girls?” His tone grosses you out even more than before.

“I like my wife, now go sort your food cans with the other’s before I starve your ass and take them.” You huff. He rolls his eyes and storms off.

“We aren’t going back there.” Maggie presses her lips into a firm line as the two of you enter your shared home, back from the trip to the sanctuary. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” You laugh, still feeling icky after the situation. “I’m serious, those men are pigs, all up on you like that.” Your wife takes off her flannel jacket and tosses it on the ottoman in the small living room as you grab a snack from the pantry. Taking a bite into a cookie, you raise an eyebrow, “Are you okay?” You ask her. She’s obviously not, she’s still seething after everything, angrily sitting down on the couch and sulking like a toddler that was denied a candy bar. “I’m fine.” She mumbles with her smooth southern accent. “You’re not fine, stop being like that.” You join her on the couch, offering her a cookie, which she denies. You eat the cookie instead, “You know you’re my wife, right? You’re the only one for me.” You turn to face her, looking into her beautiful green eyes, a small smile starting to form on her face. “I love you, hm?” You press small kisses all on her face until you reach her lips, waiting for her to say the phrase back. “I love you too.” She laughs. “Good.” You kiss her lips.

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x y/n #twd #twd x reader #maggie greene x reader #maggie greene x fem!reader #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixon x reader #glenn rhee x reader #shane walsh x reader #rick grimes #daryl dixon

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thosewildcharms · 1 month

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Any personal headcanons on Rick and Michonne as a couple? Like their favorite things about the other, what they argue about, love languages ect. lol they’ve set up camp in my brain and I just want more of them 🙇🏻‍♀️

this is so funny because i've been thinking about their love languages ever since danai did that interview with YNB after 1x04! yvette said rick's is words of affirmation and michonne's is acts of services, and I definitely agree but I also think they display pretty much all of them, and quite a bit? rick is obviously into giving gifts and loves quality time (family fun day, begging her to spend just a few more days on the road in 7x12) and to say they both love physical touch is an understatement. this gorgeous gifset highlights it all beautifully.

anyway, some headcanons~

I really don't think they argue about much? they are very in sync most of the time. historically their big arguments are about how to handle major threats (negan, the crm, rick's PTSD) and since nothing bad is ever happening to them ever again because I said so there's no need to fight about those things anymore

michonne's favorite things about rick are how affectionate he is with his family, his strength, his accent, and his hair

rick's favorite thing about michonne is everything

i actually think they talk about books a lot. they're both nerdy as hell in different ways and love that about each other

michonne likes to cook and is very experimental while rick likes to bake (mostly secret family pie recipes) and they love feeding each other and their kids

michonne absentmindedly sings and does little dances when she's doing things around the house and rick stops whatever he's doing to lean against the wall and watch her and smile

that scene we saw in 9x01 where they cuddle up in bed and unpack their day was a ritual they started way back at the prison, even though back then it was obviously platonic (we do actually see them talking when everyone else is asleep several times throughout twd). they would linger and chat before heading to their respective cells at night. in the six years michonne spent without rick, she continued the tradition herself, talking to him out loud alone in their bedroom

rick DEFINITELY teases michonne about being oblivious to his feelings for her before The Couch

michonne hits back by teasing him about Whatever the Fuck He Was Doing With Jessie 💀

you didn't ask for grimes family headcanons but:

after they got home, michonne has a moment like that scene at the end of kill bill vol 2 and has a near silent hysterical laugh-cry of relief by herself in the bathroom before calmly walking back out to join her family. only rick notices

rick on the other hand is afraid to let any of them out of his sight. he spends the first six months he's back home being a total insomniac watching the three of them sleep because he's afraid if he closes his eyes he'll wake up alone back at the CRM

antony azor who plays rj is apparently very shy and reserved but opened up unexpectedly with andrew lincoln and so obviously this is also exactly what happened with rick and rj. father and son bonded INSTANTLY

his first night back, judith asks rick to finish reading the wizard of oz to her because he never got a chance to. it takes a good five minutes for him to compose himself but she does finally get the full story from her dad

rick and michonne do have an actual wedding ceremony, but it's just for them, judith and rj.

#richonne #the ones who live #people should definitely reblog this and add their own headcanons btw!#oh i also have this very specific scene in my head but idk how plausible it is because i didn't watch enough of late seasons twd #so i didn't include it but it goes like this:#rick and michonne are just kinda wandering around alexandria and michonne has just stepped away for a quick second #and some random alexandrian (or whoever) who has never met him but knew michonne had a significant other who was presumed dead #and who also thought michonne was nuts for believing otherwise #sidles up to rick like oh HI are you new here??#only for michonne to suddenly appear and. with MUCH delight. be like oh HELLO KAREN have you met my dead husband?#rick is tickled. he has no idea what's going on but gets snarky in solidarity #i just REALLY want michonne to have many opportunities to be smug about being right that rick was alive AND for bringing him home lol

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mrsnegan · 11 months

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Look at you

Pairing: Negan x female!Reader, Joel x female!Reader (mentioned)

Summary: There was no way you could resist Negan's charm any longer, even if you just shared the bed with Joel.

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, cheating (but not really, because there's no established relationship or exclusivity), creampie, cumplay, dirty talk, daddy kink (just a bit), a bit of jealousy and also angst, a bit of degradation, but also praise, age gap (but not defined), AU, no outbreak, no dead fucks

Author's note: This shit is filthy, I have no idea where the urge to write it came from, haha. Negan is a cocky bastard in this one. Have fun reading!

"Rough night?"

The deep voice behind you startled you, goosebumps forming on your skin, your hand on the doorknob to the bathroom frozen in place.

Joel and you had hooked up a few times in the past, the occasional fuck an outlet for the both of you. Most of those nights you returned home right after or he left your place as soon as both of you had caught your breaths. From time to time you stayed until the first rays of sunlight illuminated his bedroom, but you always made sure Negan wasn't home. Negan, the tall, dark and handsome guy who crashed at Joel's place for a few months. Negan, who flirted shamelessly with this potty mouth of his. Negan, who was the opposite of Joel in some ways and just as attractive and appealing in others. Negan, who had kissed you the last time the both of you had seen each other, whom you had kissed back with equal desire. The man you knew was trouble. And trouble was the one thing you wanted to stay far, far away from.

Unfortunately, the same man stood right behind you. That smile, all self-assured and smug, was plastered over his face, you were sure of it, you could practically hear it in his voice.

"Well, you don't have to answer, obviously. But you look like Joel and you had a hell of a time," he whispered, his fingers ghosting over your shoulder.

You shivered, turning around cautiously, not expecting him to be this close.

"Shut up, he's still sleeping," you told him, partly annoyed, partly anxious Joel might hear you.

Negan just grinned at you, his hand coming around to grab the doorknob to open the door to the bathroom. He walked you backwards, his tall frame towering above you, leaving you no choice than to make step after step. When he was inside too, he closed the door behind him and locked it.

"Did he take good care of you?"

With big eyes, you met his amused gaze. Beneath his flirty and downright outrageous behavior, you could sense some kind of jealousy, at least his eyes seemed to give away something more than just a cocky attitude.

"He made me cum two times, if that's what you want to know. He fucked me real good."

At your honest answer, he chuckled deeply, closing the gap between the both of you.

"He probably fucking did. But I bet you could give me more than just two."

Without intending to, your lips parted slightly, the desire in your lower belly returning with full force.

"How about I give you a taste of how good I could make you feel?" The playful tone of his voice got darker with every syllable, his lips ghosting from the shell of your ear towards your jaw, up to your lips.

As much as you liked Joel and your unspoken arrangement, you couldn't resist Negan's charm and offer. Your body was pulled towards his magnetically, the urge to take what you had wanted the whole time too strong to ignore. Your hands found a home on his lean chest. You could feel the muscles through his thin shirt, the heaving of his chest while he breathed in and out at a steady pace. Hesitating just a moment, your lips came crashing down on his, the familiar taste of him filling your mouth.

He groaned, his own hands pulling you into him some more, one at the nape of your neck, the other at your hip.

The kiss lasted longer than expected and was a heated mess of tongue and teeth, little pants and moans. When you parted again, breathlessly, Negan's eyes were glazed over with desire, there definitely was no turning back. He hoisted you up onto the built-in sink right behind you like you were weighing nothing, pulling up the shirt you were wearing - Joel's shirt - with the process. You had thrown it over your head mindlessly right before leaving for the bathroom to cover your naked body while walking out of the bedroom. But now, with Negan stepping between your naked legs, you were painfully aware of your state down there.

Negan was about to find out, because he gripped your thighs to open up your legs.

"Holy shit," he managed to say, gaze glued to your naked center, still slick with Joel's and your cum. He had finished inside of you, both of you not caring about the mess you had made. It had turned you on to feel his seed dripping out of you while he had traced random patterns on your sweaty body.

You were sure the heat rising to your cheeks was burning you alive. Never before had you felt so downright dirty and you hated the fact you got wetter the longer Negan stared at you, your pussy dripping with fresh arousal.

"Such a little slut, aren't you? Painted with his cum and still desperate to get fucked by someone else." His words made you flinch, though more out of want than shame, despite feeling just that, ashamed of your own thoughts and needs.

"Don't worry, doll, today's your lucky day, because this shit makes me rock-hard and I'm dying to get my dick wet real' good."

Negan's smug look was mixed with a feverish glint, a gaze only a man absolutely depraved and sure of himself could muster.

He wasted no time to use his fingers, long and thick, to stroke your pussy lips, rubbing the juices into your skin. You moaned at his touch, arching your center towards his fingers.

"Nasty girl, so needy for my touch. You have to be quiet though, wouldn't want to wake Joel, seeing you like this."

The horror in your eyes seemed to amuse him, so he let go of you momentarily to turn on the shower. The sound of the splashing water gave an innocent background, loud enough to drown out your whimpers you were sure you couldn't suppress, even if you tried your best to be quiet. You didn't know how late it was or if Joel was already on the go, maybe he had used the bathroom downstairs, you just hoped he would never find out about this.

"No need to look at me like this, I don't wanna be interrupted either."

He stepped between your legs again, his hand returning to your needy pussy, this time using your wetness to circle your clit. The movement had your hips bucking towards his hand, desperate for more.

"Negan, please," you whimpered pathetically.

"Shh, just let me enjoy myself for a minute. It's not like I get the chance to play with a used pussy very often. This is fucking hot," he mumbled, teasing your entrance with his fingers before returning to your clit. "I could cum in my pants like a fucking teenager just by looking at all that mess and knowing I get to claim you too."

Your eyes flutter shut at his sinful words, him getting turned on by this made you dizzy.

Without warning, he inserted his middle finger into your heat, rubbing the palm of his hand against your clit in the process.

The moan that wanted to leave your lips was caught by his hungry mouth, covering yours in a sensual kiss. He didn't hesitate to pull out and put another finger in, fucking you with his glorious fingers in a relentless pace. Your thighs were quivering in no time, the squelching sounds of his fingers inside of you combined with him reaching the right spots drove you over the edge faster than you were used to. You groaned into his mouth, the blinding high crashing down above you violently.

"Good girl," he whispered into your ear, retreating his fingers. He inspected them with a smirk, licking them clean without hesitation. You gulped down with half-lidded eyes, still not fully back on earth after your orgasm.

Negan's gaze never left yours while he stepped back and got rid of his shirt and trousers which left him bare in front of you. Your eyes traveled down his body, stopping at his impressive length.

"Do you like Daddy's cock?" His question made your eyes return to his.

"Yeah, knew you would like it. Pull that shirt over your head, wanna feel all of you."

Doing as he instructed, you pulled Joel's shirt over your head, his scent lingering in your nose making it even more depraved.

Negan stepped between your legs again, admiring your heaving chest. His hands grasped your breasts, kneading them mindlessly, before he took his cock and teased your entrance.

Long seconds went by before you whimpered. "Please," you babbled as quietly as possible.

"Use your words, babygirl." His eyes were fixed at his cock prodding at your needy hole, but with your next words, his gaze shot up and a moan spilled from his lips.

"Please Daddy, fuck me."

Without another word, he pushed himself into your heat, capturing your lips into another bruising kiss to shut the both of you up. The stretch was delicious and when Negan finally moved, he set a fast pace from the beginning, not wasting another second. He drove himself into you with force, his hands at your hips to guide you. The look in his eyes was dark, an all-consuming fire setting you aflame. This was so wrong, but so hot at the same time. You didn't care about his fingers leaving bruises, about how crazy this was, about how furious Joel would be, even if you two weren't in a relationship. The only thing you cared about was the orgasm Negan fucked out of you with every stroke. Thighs shaking around his hips, pulsing around his cock, Negan just smirked at you, one hand diving between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles. You errupted around him, biting into his shoulder to stiffle your scream. He grit his teeth but didn't comment your action, fucking you through it, punishing thrusts prolonging your high and building yet another one.

"Gonna cum again, babygirl? Fuck, you're something else," he whispered, slowing a bit to look you in the eyes.

"Don't stop", you mumbled, pressing an urgent kiss onto his lips before he continued to drive himself into you, eyes fixed on yours. He felt you tighten around him, the coil snapping so violently, he had to cover your mouth with his hand to stiffle your groans.

Just a few more stuttering thrusts and he came, forehead pressed against yours, pumping you full with his cum.

The stream of the shower and your shared pants were the only sound for a long, long time before Negan kissed you and pulled out, his cum trickling down your thighs.

He redressed, helping you to hop down from the sink, turning your still naked body around so you could look at yourself in the mirror, Negan staring at your reflection from over your shoulder.

"Look at you, all fucked-out and dripping...again...such a filthy little thing. Told you I would make you cum more times than he did."

Despite being sweaty and hot from your coupling, your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Negan brought his fingers between your legs, collecting some of his cum on them and bringing them to your lips.

Obeying instantly, you sucked his fingers into your mouth, tasting him on your tongue while never once breaking eye contact with him through the mirror.

"Such a good fucking slut for me."

With those words, he made his way to the door, turning the lock to step out of the bathroom.

"See you soon," he said, disappearing through the door, closing it behind him.

You exhaled shakily, suddenly avoiding your reflection in the mirror and instead hopping into the shower, the warm water washing over your heated body.

When you cleaned yourself between your legs, you heard a faint knock and Joel pushed the door open a bit to get a better look at you, heart hammering in your chest with all the guilt from what you had done with Negan just a few minutes prior.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, voice still a bit sleepy but flirty. While he came in, he pulled his underwear down and stepped into the shower with you.

#negan #negan x reader #negan smut #jeffrey dean morgan smut #jeffrey dean morgan #joel miller #joel x reader

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juuuulez · 8 months

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📰 | part four: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, enemies to lovers, slow burn, follows slight canon, no use of (y/n), non-graphic violence, morally grey reader.

summary: Carl and Enid are at the Hilltop colony at the same time as the Saviours’ arrival. A fight ensues.

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Thank you all soooo much for the lovely messages regarding this series!!! It’s managed to motivate me to finally finish this part. I’m on my very last few weeks of school (as in…of my life) so it’s very hectic atm, but coming on here always is a nice escape.

Next chapter will feature Carl’s breaking into the Sanctuary…. sooo a bit of fun there.

After the whole ordeal, in order to hide from Negan and the Saviours, Maggie and Sasha had relocated to the Hilltop colony. It was upsetting at first, being so far from their friends, especially as most was too busy to visit.

But not Enid.

She’d made the effort to get there, plus the company of Carl, and found that it was a rather pleasant trip. After all, who doesn’t like fooling around a little with a boy? It took away from all the pain and suffering in the world, even just for a moment.

That moment sure didn’t last long.

It was her second day at the Hilltop, and Enid was tending to some of the garden near the fences. She found life at Hilltop to be more her pace, less restricting than Alexandria. Carl was nearby, leaning against a wooden pole, keeping up the casual conversation. The two were able to talk about everything and nothing at the same time.

The Saviours were here, they knew that, but it wasn’t their problem. Another bonus of being away from Alexandria. Simon and his men mostly left them alone, likely terrorising some adults, or their leader.

Enid and Carl were mid conversation when her eyes began to drift, like they usually did. Over to that spot near the compound’s back, where two fresh graves sat. She couldn’t tear herself away.

Except this time, alarm bells went off.

You were standing right there. Next to the two plots, looking down at them. Bat in hand. It appeared merely innocent, but she knew something was up. You were evil. One of them.

Little flecks of dirt are caked on her hands from gardening, but Enid doesn’t care to wipe it off. Suddenly she’s standing, storming over there, and Carl is subject to helplessly follow as he realises what was happening.

Though Enid knew very well that you typically meant trouble, it was Carl who had an actual insight into the logic behind your violent tendencies. This was likely a confrontation you would not take lightly, given how hotheaded Enid could be.

“Wait, maybe we shouldn’t—“ Carl attempts to contain the situation, but she’s already approached you, already speaking with such a determined candour that he can only stand back and watch

“What the hell are you doing here?” Enid practically seethes, standing there next to you, on the grass.

You’d heard the footsteps before the pair approached. Therefore, you weren’t at all surprised to turn and spot Enid, basically verging on intruding your personal space. Maybe an intimidation tactic. You appeared slightly amused, metal bat in hand, hanging at your side.

“Paying my respects, obviously,” You point out, giving a nod towards the two muddied graves. That grin doesn’t falter, “Which, by the way, haven’t seen from either of you towards any of my dead. Thanks a lot.”

But then Enid is speaking again, fire on her tongue, venom laced in her words. “Your dead don’t deserve any respect. They deserve to be six feet under, goddamn scum.”

“Enid.” Carl says as somewhat of a warning, not exactly scolding, just a concern for what may come of this. It falls on deaf ears, as you are letting out a low whistle, feigning being impressed.

“My God, girly. You are cold,” It’s said in a taunting manner, stepping away from the graves, approaching Enid slowly. “Is it that time of the month, or what? Because you seemed pretty damn timid in Alexandria last week, so excuse me for being a little shocked at this confidence.”

“We are going to kill you,” Enid says, ignoring your attempts at provoking her, “And your people, and Negan. You can’t get away with this.”

You roll your eyes. This conversation, again?

“Don’t think so,” You chime, stepping closer. At this point, you are right in front of Enid, your noses could be touching if you moved any closer. “Because we already have gotten away with this. You are under our control. When will that get into your thick-as-fuck skull?”

There’s a look of anger on Enid’s face, discontent. Offence at your blatantly cocky attitude. “You talk big game, but you aren’t half the survivor you think you are.” She sneers.

It only causes your smile to grow.

“Oh, I’m not a survivor. I’m a winner,” You point out with a sense of pride, “And you, and your friends, are losers. Hence why I’m standing over their graves, and not you to mine.”

Then Enid lunges forward, but you step backwards, just enough to evade being hit. At the same time, Carl is gripping onto Enid’s forearm, pulling her backwards as he’d similarly predicted her intent to strike.

“I would not do that if I were you.” Now it’s your turn to sneer, unimpressed with the downright disobedience and attempt at appearing threatening. Though you do not fear Enid, you’re irritated with the lack of respect.

But Enid can’t stop. Her face is scrunched up, desperate to break from Carl’s hold, ready to take you down with her bare hands. “I’m gonna kill you, and then let you turn. You will live forever as a monster and you will fit right in.”

“Enid!” Carl finally scolds, sensing the rising tension, desperate to avoid letting this spiral any more. After all, he’d been there. He knew how disobedience was handled. It was a death sentence.

They don’t respect you. These people don’t. Or, Enid doesn’t. Nor does Rick. You remember your fathers words: respect is gained through examples. Show them what they have to fear. This world is no place for empty threats.

So, you swing.

There’s a bystander off to your left, you’d taken note earlier. Your metal bat makes contact with the young man’s skull, reverberating through your bones and sending the innocent person to the ground. A silence falls over Hilltop.

“Too goddamn late!” You jest, and it’s disgusting how intoxicating it feels. Their obvious fear fuels your fire, your desire to uphold this commanding persona, to never be spoken down to.

You’ve done it.

It’s evident by the shock on Enid’s face, basically pale as a ghost. By the way everyone stands there, still, waiting.

You grin, swinging the bat at your side, no longer addressing Enid and Carl, but the audience that you’ve gained throughout your squabble.

“Are you gonna help him, or what?” You suggest with a scoff, rolling your eyes. A few diverge from the crowd, kneeling in front of the man. “It’ll just be a minor skull fracture, geez. Talk about a tough crowd.”

Throwing one last look to the pair, you make your departure. Actions, not words, you reminded yourself. A demonstration.

The man is carried away, and Enid’s eyes follow the crowd that slowly dissipates. She’s horrified. She feels sick, actually. Like she may be physically ill.

Seeking validation for this terrible event, she turns to Carl. But he doesn’t appear nearly as fearful as her. He looks furious, actually.

“What was that?” He asks, brows furrowed underneath his hat. It causes Enid to do a double take, mentally checking everything that has happened.

Enid scoffs, “She‘a psycho, that’s what.”

“No, why did you say that?” Carl rephrased his question, and it’s becoming increasingly evident where his anger is directed. “What did you think was going to happen? That was your fault.”

“Bullshit!” Enid practically yells, but is quick to check her temper, not wanting to worsen the situation. “I didn’t hit him! That was all her.”

“You weren’t there, Enid. Okay? You don’t understand.” Carl emphasises, yet doesn’t wait for a reply. He steps to the side, swiftly moving forward, towards the gates of Hilltop.

Enid is left speechless.

And Carl has devised a plan.

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Negan x reader - just a day

HI!!! love your work!! Never done this before. Saw your request just now. I want Negan fluff with wife reader. Like they are taking a day off and just chilling together, and Negan told everyone not to disturb them unless they want to die. That's all I got, sorry it's not very creative🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️. - Anon💜

Standing outside, you basked in the warm sunlight, enjoying the way it felt, with a slight cool breeze.

Despite the growls of the walkers chained to the front of the building, it was still rather peaceful in a strange way.

You saw a few guards posted around the area, some workers going about their daily lives like they did every day.

You didn’t mind being at the sanctuary most days, but some days, like today, you were restless, you wanted to go for a walk, so that’s what you were doing.

Gun on your back, you made your way to the exit of the sanctuary only to be stopped by a couple of guards.

“Sorry ma’am, we’re under orders not to let you leave the premises without an official security detail.” One said.

“Negan?”

She nodded her head and you huffed a little.

“Well, I can’t find him, and I want to go for a walk, so am gonna go for a walk.”

“We can’t let you past.”

You groaned in annoyance.

You knew it wasn’t worth trying to sneak past them, they were just going to end up following you and that would ruin the whole point of a peaceful walk.

So, instead, you turned back around, sitting on the hood of one of the parked cars, resting your back against the windshield.

“Negan wants to see you.” Dwight said.

You didn’t bother moving from your spot.

You held out your hand for his walkie, and he handed it over to you.

You pressed your finger on the button before speaking.

“Negan?”

You let go and waited for a response.

“Well it took Dwighty boy long enough to find you. Where are you (Y/N)?”

You thought for a moment, debating on what you wanted to tell him.

“Come and find me.”

You smirked a little to yourself, handing the walkie talkie back to Dwight despite the man on the other end asking where you were.

“Are you gonna tell him?”

“You know I have to, sorry.”

“Come on, there’s no fun in that Dwight, let him ponder, maybe it’ll deflate his fat ego a little bit.”

Dwight chuckled a little, leaning against the car as he lit a cigarette.

“You know the moment you go back inside I’m going to find a new place to hide.”

“You know he doesn’t like it when you play that game.”

You took a deep breath, and shrugged a little bit.

“Yeah, but I do. It’s funny. So, see ya later pal.”

You quickly grabbed the handcuffs you hid your jacket and locked him to the handle of the car, dropping the keys a few feet in front of him.

You snickered and ran away from him, taking his Walkie Talkie with you just so you could keep tabs on where Negan would be looking for you.

It was easy enough to sneak back into the building, but you had no intentions of hiding inside, there was one spot you had to reach before you were caught.

“(Y/N) you know I’m gonna find you.”

You snickered again, pressing the button.

“Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. Do we have chips?”

“Come back and I’ll tell you.”

You found the door you were looking for and pushed it open, quietly closing it behind you.

Walking to the middle of the roof you laid down, setting the walkie and gun beside you.

You closed your eyes, basking in the sun again.

Up here was more peaceful, no people, no walkers, just you, and the sound of the door creaking open, something being dropped on the ground, being kicked into place, the door shutting but not closing fully.

Then steps walking over, along with the oh so familiar whistle.

You opened your eyes, watching as he finally came into view, setting Lucille down next to your gun, and a bowl next to your head.

Negan crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees.

“You know I know that you always come here.”

“Well obviously that’s the point.”

He chuckled, reaching down he placed a finger on your forehead.

“You know why I can’t let you go outside the sanctuary without guards either, don’t you? Because if Rick the prick and his little band of dickwads find you they’ll take you.”

“Come on Negan, you know I don’t like the guards you put with me, they’re load, and always complain.”

“It is a necessary precaution.”

You sat up, turning yourself around to look at him, and you picked up the bowl of chips he had given you.

“I want to go for a walk.”

“Then let me assign you some protection.”

You set the chips down, reaching your hands out and Negan let you take his hands.

“I want to go with you.”

“Now, sweetheart, you know I’m busy, with everything that’s going on I can’t afford to take a days break.”

You sighed a little, nodding your head because you knew he was right.

He was trying to make sure that no matter what happened he would win.

“I know…”

You stood up, picking up your gun you slung it over your back, and you grabbed your bowl of chips.

“You probably should give that back to Dwight.”

“Come on sweetheart, you’re pissed at me? Seriously?”

You didn’t say anything and Negan quickly got up, jogging over he wrapped an arm around your waist, making you stop.

Negan pulled your back against his chest, and he reached into the bowl, taking the last chip and eating it.

You didn’t say anything, and he took the bowl, throwing it like a frisbee off the roof.

“Negan come on, seriously? This is why we can’t have nice shit.”

He chuckled, humming a little bit.

“Are you really gonna be pissed off with me because I won’t let you go for a walk alone?”

You didn’t say anything, but you did bring a hand up behind you, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

Negan buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing a couple of small kisses to your skin.

“Come on, don’t be pissed.”

You rested your head on his.

“Sweetheart, this is for your own safety. You know this, you know why I have those rules in place, why u do what I do. It’s to keep you safe, because the prick will use you to get to me.”

“Then come with Negan, please. Come on.”

You felt him sigh.

You pat his hand, telling him to let you go, and he did, watching as you made your way back to the door.

“(Y/N)!” He called.

You were gone, making your way back down the stairs.

Negan clenched his jaw a little, walking back he grabbed the walkie and Lucille, following you back into the building.

He knew you would’ve gone back to his room, so that’s where he went after taking a detour to pass the walkie on to someone else, then we went to his room, closing the door behind him.

You were laid under the covers, with them pulled up over your head, your gun propped up against the wall.

“(Y/N).”

You didn’t reply, and he set Lucille next to your gun, making his was over to you, laying in front of you.

“Don’t ignore me.”

Negan grabbed the covers and pulled them down, away from your face, and you turned over.

“Oh come on, are you going to give me the silent treatment until I give in?”

You shrugged.

“Oh fucking hell sweetheart, do you want me to take a day off? Is that what you want?”

You stilled refused to reply.

Reaching over, Negan took his walkie and he pressed to button.

“Listen up you shitheads, I don’t give a shit what’s happening, I don’t give a fuck if you set yourself on fire, if someone punches you in the balls, I don’t give a fuck. If you bother me, if anybody bothers me for the rest of the day I’ll be using your fucking heads as batting practice. Do I make myself damn well clear?”

He waited, listening to the chorus of responses saying they understood.

He set the walkie down and turned back to you, reaching out the placed a finger on your chin and turned your head a little.

“You gonna stop being pissy now?”

You moved so you were laying on your back, and you stared up at the ceiling.

“Shit (Y/N), did I really fuck you off that much?”

The one thing Negan liked about you is that you were just about as stubborn as him, if not even worse.

You couldn’t give a shit about whatever was going on in the outside world, you lived in your own world, as long as you and the few people you cared about were safe it’s all that mattered for you.

Negan knew the extent of your wrath when you were pissed off, and he didn’t like to be on the receiving end of that.

“You want to go for that walk?”

You looked at him and this made him grin a little.

“Yeah, I knew that would get your attention. We’ll go for that walk if you stop being all mad with me.”

You pushed yourself up, and you grabbed your gun, leaving the room.

You knew Negan was going to follow you, he had just taken the day off so of course he was going to follow you.

It’s what he did when he didn’t have to do anything, he would never be all that far away from you.

You made your way outside, jogging down the steps, and you began making your way to the exit of the sanctuary.

“Do you want security?” A guard asked.

“Does it look like I want fucking security? No. I want to go out and spend some quality time with my wife.”

The quickly nodded and stepped aside, and you bit back a smirked as you walked past them.

Negan began his whistle again and you spun around to glare at him.

He raised his hands, glaring at you.

You turned around to carry on walking, taking the path into the forest, brushing your fingers through some of the green leaves.

Negan jumped over a fallen log, and he held his hand out to you, helping you over it.

He laced his fingers with yours and you copied him, moving yourself closer towards him without thinking, but it was something he noticed.

“Not that pissed off clearly.” He smirked.

You let go of his hand and smacked his chest.

Negan laughed, taking your hand back in his and he walked in front of you, making you stop.

You looked up at him, and he let go of your hand, bringing his hand up he brushed his knuckles along your cheek.

“I know sometimes I may neglect to give you the attention you deserve, I know most days I piss you off, most days you probably want to kick me in the dick.”

You half nodded, and he smiled at you.

“But shit sweetheart you are so beautiful… so fucking beautiful…”

Negan admired the way your eyes sparkled a little in the sunlight coming through the trees, the way you would stop to admire every flower you came across.

He was brutal, harsh, did things, unspeakable things, yet you were his, you were so beautifully in love with all the little things in life.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. If anything ever happened to you I swear to god I would kill every fucker who ever hurt you, every fucking bastard that got in my way to get to you. You know that right?”

You smiled softly, bringing your hand up to touch his.

“I know darling, I know you would. I just get so annoyed sometimes I guess, I just want to have some more of your time…” you mumbled.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

You looked around the trees, heading a few walkers nearby.

“We should go.”

Negan looked around, nodding his head in agreement, and you both began your way back to the sanctuary.

He did try asking you questions but you wouldn’t reply, and he couldn’t exactly stop you outside so he waited.

His hand in yours as you both made your way back to his room.

Once inside you both set your weapons aside and he took your wrist to stop you from moving away.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked quietly.

“Because it’s stupid okay? Because I know it’s stupid, and it’s.. it’s selfish.”

“It’s not stupid, or selfish. Hell (Y/N), you should have told me, you know that’s all you need to do. Just tell me. I don’t care what it is.��

He placed his forehead on yours, and you closed your eyes, placing your hand on the back of his head to pull him down, connecting his lips with yours.

Negan was more than happy to kiss you back, his hands settling on your waist.

When you pulled away you smiled sweetly at him, and he gave you his signature grin.

“Do you love me?” You asked.

“You know I do.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

You grinned a little bit, tucking your head under his chin, your arms wrapping around his torso.

Negan placed a hand on your lower back, the other between your shoulder blades, rubbing small circles.

Negan heard his name being called on the walkie and he grumbled, going to move away but you wouldn’t let him.

“Ignore it…”

“I warned them.”

You looked up at him.

“You can deal with it later, just ignore them.”

He sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Anything you want.”

You grinned, heading over to the Tv you turned it on and sat on the floor, and he sat behind you, letting you sit between his knees, resting your back on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, and you placed your hands over his.

There was a knock on the door.

“Fuck off!” You yelled.

Negan laughed as he listened to footsteps quickly leaving, and he kissed your head.

“That’s my wife.”

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godsandmonsters505 · 2 years

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Beg Me | Negan Smith

(fem!reader)

Summary: Things get steamy when you pay Negan a visit in his cell (set in mid Season 9, I suppose).

Warnings: smut, swearing obviously, dirty talking, oral sex (m recieving)

Over the past few months you had spent most likely a concerning amount of time talking to Negan in his cell. It started with taking him the odd meal, alternating your duty with other people. But over time you regrettably developed a soft spot for him, and dedicated yourself to finding the human underneath his tough exterior. You didn't let him know that though, remaining cold on the outside. That being said, you had pulled some strings for him, he now is allowed daily supervised showers, toothpaste and the occasionally beard and hair trim. All the basic hygiene stuff.

Though the truth is, you are lonely. Rick and Maggie were your closest friends and now they're both gone. Saddiq and Michonne were good friends to you, but Saddiq has enough on his plate at the moment and frankly Michonne hasn't been the same since Rick, so often times you find Negan being the only person to console in. You've never been much of a social butterfly anyway.

It's midday and you're sat watching Negan finish his lunch.

"All gone, ma'am," he says, popping the final bite in his mouth.

You take the plate from him and sit on your seat. He picks up the tennis that he has taken a liking to and bounces it off the wall, catching it, and repeating.

"So, what's the recent gossip?" He smirks. "I hear Gabe's boning Rosita."

"Negan," you scold, eyebrows furrowing. Though you did find their little relationship strange. "That's none of your business. None of our business."

"You reckon she took his virginity?" He continues, blatantly ignoring your remarks, continuing to bounce the ball, a huge mischievous grin spreading across his face.

You shake your head.

"No?" He asks curiously.

You hesitate before you bring it up, but you say it regardless. "I'm pretty sure him and Jadis, Anne, whatever she was called...you know," you widen your eyes and give him a knowing look.

"Really?" He gasps, taking his attention off the ball for a moment, causing it to slip out of his hand and out of the bars. It stops by your foot and you pick it up. He walks over towards the bars and wraps his hands around them.

"How do you know?" He asks.

"I don't know for sure but I've got eyeballs." You reply. "Something happened. I don't know what."

"Shit." He laughs. "I ought to give my boy Gabe credit where it's due. He's a player."

"He's a good Christian, Negan," you say, half sarcastically, earning a chuckle from him.

"Fuck, this is the most interesting thing to have happened in a while." He scoffs.

"That's sad," you laugh, raising your eyebrow at him. "So depraved that you're living through Gabriel's sex life. The vicar's sex life?"

You step closer to the bars, handing Negan his ball, but when he goes to grab it you quickly move your hand away, teasing him.

"You gonna give me my ball, sweetheart?" He smiles patronisingly.

You hold the ball, hovering it ever so slightly out of his reach. "Don't call me sweetheart."

"What would you prefer?" He taunts. "Sweet cheeks? Sugar plum?"

"You've got an awful lot of nerve talking to the only person who comes to see you like that." You warn, pointing your other finger at his face. "Say the wrong thing and I'm gone."

"But you always come back," he replies, cocking his head to the side smugly. "Why is that?"

"You don't get to ask questions." You snap.

"Oh, I like when you get fired up, darling." He smirks.

"I bet you fucking do." You retort impatiently.

"I do." He grins.

You bring your face closer to his and lower your voice, tired of Negan thinking he has you wrapped around his finger. "You also like this top?" You motion to the purple tank top you're currently wearing. "'Cause I've caught you looking at my tits at least ten times in the past five minutes." Your words clearly shock him. "You gonna jerk off to this little interaction later? That how fucking desperate you are?" You don't know what has come over you, you just want to finally have the upper hand.

"I'm a man." He smiles cockily, not embarrassed like you hoped he might have been. "I have needs."

He looks you up and down, his gaze burning into your skin, making you feel naked. "And I'd be lying if I said you weren't smoking hot."

You stroke your finger along his jawline seductively. "You thought about me before?" You ask. "While touching yourself?"

"Fuck yeah." He mutters, his eyes transfixed on your lips.

"Tell me what you think about." You demand.

"Baby, I-" but you interrupt him.

"Tell me." You snap, then moving your lips to trace his jawline and "Tell me and I'll suck your cock." He elicits a small groan and you grab his face in your hand, turning his head to face you. "And don't call me baby."

"Fuck, I- uhh..." He says, his voice gravelly. "I think about taking you in every fucking position, making you scream my name. Even fucking you out there," he points out of the barred window, "bending you over for everyone to see. So they can see how good I fuck you."

You look at him through heavy lidded eyes and in this moment you have never been so attracted to someone.

"See that wasn't too hard, was it?" You smirk, your lips lightly brushing his, just enough to give him a brief taste of what he wants.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he mutters.

"What do you want?" You ask him smugly.

"You know what I want." He groans impatiently. Your hands creeps to his crotch and palms him softly through his pants, forcing a small moan from his lips.

"I want to hear you say it." You whisper. "Beg me."

"Fuck, please," he groans. "Suck my cock. Please."

"That's it." You slowly lower yourself onto your knees and unzip his pants through the bars of the cell. You release him from his boxers and see that he is already rock solid, and he is big. Almost intimidatingly big.

Teasingly, you trace your tongue around his tip, tasting the pre-cum on his cock. His hips buck at the small contact, not used to anything but his hand for so long. He'd been in this cell for years. Soon enough, you take his cock fully into your mouth and you can't help but get butterflies and the deep, gutteral moan he involuntarily let's out as you do so.

Through the bars he grabs your hair, guiding your head up and down his length. The way he pulls on your hair sends tingles down your spine. His hips thrust and you stop your movements as he basically just fucks your mouth, doing all the work himself.

"Fuck," he hisses, and you can tell he is dangerously close. Concocting a plan in your head, you pull away and he stares at you, eyes wide, looking disheveled.

"No, don't stop, I'm about to-"

"I know," you whisper. "Trust me."

He nods, frustrated, but his eyes light up as he notices you start to lift your top up. You lift it off over your head and swiftly unhook your bra, leaving you topless and bare in front of him. He reaches his hands out wordlessly and you step closer to him, kissing him passionately while his hands squeeze and play with your breasts.

Breaking off the kiss, you grin. "You want me to finish what I started?" You don't wait for his answer because his eyes tell you enough, so you drop to your knees yet again, taking your tongue from the base to the tip of his cock, painstakingly slow.

You look up at him before continuing. "I want you to cum on my tits, okay?" He groans at your words. "Think you can do that?"

"Fuck, of course I can do that, sweetheart."

Without warning, you engulf him fully in your mouth again, and he grabs your chin with one hand and wraps your hair around the other, fucking your face mercilessly, picking the pace up in no time. Tears run down your face but you love it.

It doesn't take long for him to get to the point he was previously at because he hurriedly removes himself from your mouth. You brace yourself as he gives himself a mere single stroke, then his release spills onto your chest. He elicits the dirtiest, most primal sounding moans as he does so and it turns you on beyond belief. You can see him struggling to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss the view.

"Fuck," he mumbles as you run your finger along your chest, gathering some of his cum and licking it off, sucking it off seductively. "Jesus Christ, you're unbelievable."

You grab a flannel shirt that you hung over the back of your chair and use it to clean yourself up while Negan zips his pants back up. You put your top back on, but pick your bra off the ground leaving it dangling off your finger.

"You owe me big time for that," you tease.

You pick the tennis ball up (which got dropped at some point) and place it on the chair, along with your black lacy bra, out of Negan's reach. Without another word, you exit the room, leaving Negan breathless, disheveled and hungry for more, reeling from what just happened, sat staring at the ball and the bra that you left to taunt him.

"I'm gonna fuck you next time," you hear him yell as you close the door behind him, eager to have the last word, as always.

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lanadeldixon · 8 months

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Summertime Sadness (pt2)

Pairing: Daryl x fem reader

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: after Daryl joined the saviours you don’t get as much time together so when the opportunity arises for a little fun you know you have to take it…

Warnings: foreplay, mention of scars, public embarrassment

Authors note: This is for everyone who wanted part 2!! Also I haven’t been very well which means I haven’t been in the right mindset to proofread properly so I’m really sorry if at points it doesn’t make sense 😅 (btw to those who haven’t read part 1, you can read without having read it, but part 1 low-key slayed so as someone who is obviously completely unbiased, I recommend it.)

After everything that happened I didn’t see Daryl much anymore, he would disappear for weeks and only come back to take supplies however when we did run into eachother we tried to make the best of it.

Even if it meant just a slight touch of our hands or a lingering gaze from our separate stations. We did all we could to show one another we still belonged to eachother.

There was a day, around the end of august, I was stationed to guard the gate when I saw the trucks.

Our worst nightmare had come early, collection day, however part of me was exhilarated, the idea of seeing his face again ran laps in my mind.

A melodic whistle could be heard through the town and a sense of longing took over as I desperately searched for his face, but to my dismay I couldn’t spot him anywhere.

I climbed down the ladder, I’d normally never abandon my watch but I figured the saviours wouldn’t allow any walkers to come in and potentially harm Negan.

Besides we all had to gather up our stuff to contribute to the 50%.

“He’s here,” Rosita muttered under her breath, I could hear the despise in her voice as she spoke, I would’ve comforted her but the second the gate opened, all of my senses focused on searching for him.

My eyes darted around the group in front of us, looking for him although all I was met with was an almost knowing gaze from Negan, I still held out hope that he’d be there too…

As stressed as I felt, I made sure not to break our staring contest , “where is he” I wanted to say “what did you do?” but my mouth stayed shut.

“Dixon, bring him out,” his voice grew louder with each word and an even larger smile took over his face, fighting for power as he made sure to not be the one to break the eye contact.

I exhaled at the sound of his name, knowing he was alive was all that mattered to me…

Clanging sounds could be heard from the back of the front truck but still no Daryl in sight, worry began to fill me and it must’ve been evident on my face as Negan leaned in uncomfortably close to my ear before whispering, “don’t worry gorgeous, I don’t wanna make you cry again now do I? With a pretty face like yours, you should never be sad.” As he said it he lifted his finger to my chin so that ours faces were aligned.

My brows furrowed,

“Carl,” he exclaimed with excitement.

My head turned sharply confused as to why Carl was with them, as soon as my eyes landed on him I noticed who was stood by his side…

“Daryl,” I whispered a sad smile on my face.

He looked good, he was wearing his old clothes again and his crossbow was slung on his shoulder, the bruises on his face had faded almost completely, he finally looked like he was getting better.

Carl on the other hand looked sickening, his face was sullen and pale and his wound was on full display, that wasn’t the gross part though, the gross part was the look on his face, i didn’t know what he had witnessed but I knew it had changed him.

“Show some respect boys, you might just be looking at my next wife,” he had a sick look painted on his face as his eyes shifted to Daryl, clearly trying to gage his reaction, to test his loyalty and most importantly, piss him off.

Daryl looked at him, eyes hooded in anger, resentment painted his face and I could see the jealousy rise in him as he looked at Negan’s finger slowly tracing my jaw.

I stood straight, eyes pinned on Daryl.

God he looked good.

“What’s with all the negativity? Damn you look like you wanna bite my hand off,” he joked.

“Maybe if you keep up your winning streak, I’ll let you keep this one,” the same twisted smile reappeared, I felt as though he was stripping me with his eyes.

“Now I got some business to take care off, where’s Rick?”

“He’s not here right now,” I stated nonchalantly.

“So I came all this way for nothing?” Everyone was silent as he spoke “I guess I’ll just have to wait for him then, Carl will show me around, won’t ya? The rest of you start gathering,” he ordered.

I turned to Daryl straight away knowing he’d have a plan, he lifted his eyebrows and looked towards my house.

He walked in the opposite direction, pushing past me on the way, I of course went along with it, snarling before walking towards my house. Once I got to the doorstep I waited, the saviours were already in the process of raiding my house so I knew we’d have to find somewhere else, my eyes searched for him, until they finally stopped the door to our shed wide open, praying it was him I rushed towards it trying not to look suspicious but also desperate to get my hands on him.

As soon as I entered I was shoved to the door forcing it to close as I was pressed up against it.

“God I missed ya darlin’” Daryl’s face met mine with hunger, my teeth nibbled my bottom lip in anticipation.

“Are you gonna keep talking or are we going to get to it,” I smiled, fixated on his mouth as his tongue slicked across his lower lip.

He hummed lowly in an approving manner before smashing his lips into mine, he moved in rapid motions, desperate to taste me and I followed his lead, leaning in and out of it when he did, brushing my tongue against his teeth, doing all I could to be closer to him.

He moved to my neck, nipping at it, I knew it would leave marks but I didn’t care, all I cared about was that moment, being with him meant everything to me.

As I lifted off my shirt, I watched him struggle to shake off his waistcoat, “fuckin’ thing,” he muttered as I let out a small giggle.

Once he finally managed to get it off he practically ripped off his shirt and moved towards me once again, smiling widely.

He placed his hand on my jaw and gently stroked his fingers across my cheek for a second, just admiring me, taking it all in, being happy we could finally be together again, even if it was just for one night…

“Yur so beautiful,” he said eyes shifting to every point on my face as if creating a painting in his mind in order to never forget this moment, so that he’ll never forget me.

My hand entwined with his and I rested my head on his chest, “You’re so handsome,” I smiled.

Slowly he began to nibble at my ear, then my jaw, then my neck, then finally he stopped at my breasts, making sure to leave as many marks on them as possible.

My hands explored his frame as he did mine, and wordlessly we began our separate adventures.

His back was muscled and scarred, I could feel every mark on it, I felt like I was exploring a gallery, feeling a painting and grasping at what it means, seeing the pain and beauty behind it.

Then I moved my hands to his chest as his hand lowered, sliding down my stomach before stopping at my waistband, my breath hitched as he whispered, “ya ready? Imma make sure ya never forget yur mine,” he drew out his voice as he spoke and his fingers slid further down.

“Always,” I moaned into his ear whilst his fingers pushed hardly against my core before pulling away quickly and tracing around the line of my underwear.

I continued to kiss him, in a sloppier manner this time, terrified he’d disappear again…

“All this for me?” He questioned with a teasing smile as he wiped his hands over my thighs, feeling just how wet I was.

“Mhm,” I said quickly leaning forward, desperate to taste him again, “we got time,” he muttered but was abruptly cut off by my mouth on his once again where it belonged.

Grabbing onto my thighs he placed me against the ground, keeping his body between my legs. He then began to unbuckle my trousers and pull them off my ankles, throwing them dramatically across the room. After he struggled to tug off his own trousers, readying himself for what comes next…

I leaned away from the door until I was on top of him, I could feel him beneath me, poking into my core.

“I need ya right now,” he moaned in a hushed tone, his hands gripping my ass to keep me in place.

My hand reached into his boxers as his lips found their way to my neck yet again.

“Oh holy shit!”

My head shot up and I turned around abruptly.

“Well what do we have here?” He questioned, Rick stood behind him mouth open in shock at the display.

I quickly realised the position we were in, me on Daryl’s lap in nothing but my underwear and Daryl in his boxers gripping my ass. Not to mention the atrocious amount of hickeys that had quickly formed all over my upper half.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I exclaimed quickly grabbing whatever clothes I could reach to cover myself with. Daryl quickly began to reach for his clothes.

“Well this is certainly a sight, don’t mind me please continue if you want, no need to get dressed,” he smirked.

Daryl shot him daggers as he pulled up his jeans.

“Outside.” Negan managed to boom still in an upbeat manner.

“At least let her get dressed properly man,” Daryl tried to sympathise.

“I said outside.” Negan said more sternly this time, so off we went.

Unfortunately my hunt for my clothes in the dimly lit shed did not go as planned, so there I stood in nothing but my underwear with daryl’s vest thrown over the top.

Daryl, who was stood in nothing but a pair of jeans, methodically pulled me towards him and placed a hand over my backside, trying to cover everything he could.

We got a few wolf whistles, I’m assuming from saviours, and a couple of shocked looks from everyone else.

“Daryl my boy, you’ve been so good up till now, I mean I told you I wanted her as a wife and you went and fucked her anyway! Isn’t that insane!” He laughed, it was almost like watching a comedy sketch, seeing him turn to his audience waiting for validation.

“But this took some balls, quite literally, so since I am such a caring guy, I decided you can keep your little play thing, take her home with you… However you fuck up even once, she’s done and I don’t just mean out of the sanctuary, I mean she’s done for good.” My breath hitched at the certainty he spoke with during his final statement.

“So what’s it gonna be Dixon?” He asked sinisterly.

“She belongs here.” Daryl stated confidently.

I knew he was being kind but wanted nothing more than to just be with him.

“You don’t want her?”

Daryl was silent contemplating his next response.

“Fine, well don’t say I didn’t give you the choice, I can’t let a face like that go to waste now can I?”

I met Daryls gaze in shock, he turned pale as his eyes widened.

“Nah that weren’t the deal,” he exclaimed clearly in a panic.

“The deal was you want her or you don’t. I never said I wouldn’t take her if you didn’t.”

“That ain’t fair!”

“Nothings fair dixon, now you made your choice, move along”

“I want her, I changed my mind, I want to take her back,”

“You already made your decision,”

“NO! I WANT HER!” he screamed at him.

Negan stayed silent for a second, waiting for the magic words, and soon enough they arrived…

“I’LL DO ANYTHING!”

“Beg.”

“Wha’?” Daryl said as if he misheard.

“Beg.”

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead fanfiction

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No no no don’t get me started on the later TWD seasons. Everybody knows the show had already taken a dip in quality by that time (nobody was here for all that damn leaning and monologuing… And suffering through 2 seasons of it for it to not even end in a death… I need them to bffr. But the new dip in quality post bridge was lethal.

There were so many things wrong! Obviously it was already a problem before but my god, there were too many damn scenes in the dark. You couldn’t even see half the stuff that was happening. They kept introducing new characters instead of building the ones that were already there! By the end of it you barely knew or cared for most of them?! Like, the head on the spikes thing did not hit. Half the people it was like.. who dis??? And the other half it was like.. ok?! Sure, I’m sorry *for* Carol; losing another child, I’m sorry *for* Ezekiel. But *I*’m not really feeling any type of way about Henri dying. And there was Tara. I’m not saying it endeared Alpha to me but… I was not mourning either 🙃 The way they had everybody treat Lydia (ex-Whisperer) as if the people complaining were not themselves former Saviors or didn’t roll up to the prison with the Governor, Tara. The whole Negan redemption arc, period! And that redemption happening partially through his relationship with Judith! And Lydia too. And having him on some kind of „I would never and did not hurt kids“ bs. Ikyfl. And and and. But the worst offence to me was definitely how everybody was treating Michonne! Catch these hands!!! The way they gave her no grace and leeway after Rick’s death! Having to go through a pregnancy alone! Jocelyn! Meanwhile Maggie did a lot of similar things or even worse but nobody batted an eye. But everybody is mad at Michonne. The f#cking charter. To this day, I will celebrate Tara’s death because of the charter, idc idc. Stealing the charter -write your own if it’s so important???!- because it’s collecting dust in Alexandria just so you could (checks notes) let it collect dust at the Hilltop? And then Michonne isn’t even one of the people signing it??? And don’t even let me get into the torture p0rn that was Scars… And I actually need to stop here because I’m getting heated fr fr 😤

You said it perfectly! Keep on ranting all you want. I'm totally agreeing so far.

#michonne grimes #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #the ones who live #towl

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lilyevanstan1325 · 4 months

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❤️ Built For This World ❤️

Chapter 7

I open my eyes with difficulty.

The light, although dim, hurts my bloodshot eyes.

A hand gently touches my forehead.

“Summer?”

When I finally bring the world into focus a pair of dark eyes are staring at me intently.

Worry seems to give way to relief as a corner of his lips lifts upwards.

It's always like this when we're alone.

When it's me and him everything is as it always has been.

Only love and devotion.

“Hey, you're back” he murmurs in his scratchy voice.

Another sweet caress on my face and then his hand grabs mine, squeezing it tightly.

For just a moment I forget everything he has done to me, everything he is doing to me, and I enjoy the warmth of that hand so familiar but at the same time unknown.

I try to sit up but a strong pain in my stomach stops me right away.

I hiss between my teeth, burying my head in the soft pillow.

“Stay down.The doc had to put some stitches”

Great.

Fucking prick.

“How do you feel?” he asks, leaning towards me and kissing my sweaty forehead.

I pull away slightly from his touch.

This attitude of him irritates me.

Once I would have craved his touch, but now it almost disgusts me.

His gaze hardens.

Obviously I'm offending him with my behavior.

I'm disrespecting him.

And no one can disrespect Negan.

Not even me, his greatest love.

“I'm fine.You can tell Simon that'll be for the next time.I'm sure that sooner or later he will succeed” I snort, immediately regretting it.

Every little movement seems to tear out this fucking stitches.

The man lets go of my hand, leaning his back against the back of the chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Simon says it was an accident.You know, it can happen during training”

I roll my eyes in response.

One corner of his lips twitches slightly.

I'm annoying him.

Good!

My intention is precisely that.

We remain still to observe each other.

Where is the man I once respected?

What happened to our love?

Yet there was a time when I revered this man more than anything, no other man in my life could be compared to him.

There was a time when I would have thrown myself into a tank full of sharks to please him.

But now I can't see anything anymore.

I don't see him anymore.

In front of me I only have a stranger.

“You know it's not like that”

“Oh really?You know very well that Simon hates me.He hates what I am.What I represent” I reply angrily.

We've had this discussion countless times and yet he still doesn't believe me.

Why doesn't he want to believe me?

And why does this hurt so much?

Simon hates me.

He always hated me.

He sees me as a threat to his position.

He wants the power that rightfully belongs to me.

A power that I don't want but that will inexorably be mine one day.

I don't want to lead these men.

I don't want the Sanctuary to become my kingdom.

I never wanted it and I never will.

I'm aware of the looks I receive.

Some look at me with respect, almost with veneration while others with envy.

Being Negan's right-hand is one of the most coveted positions.

Too bad I didn't choose it.

I do not want it.

The man in front of me shakes his head, resignation is painted all over his face.

He brings a hand to his face, rubbing it vigorously.

“Okay, okay.Tell me how it went” he snorts at the limit of patience.

I lift myself up slightly with a grimace of pain.

He immediately gets up driven by an old protective instinct and helps me by placing the pillow behind my shoulders, after which he sits back in the chair ready to listen to me.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his leather jacket creaking with every movement he makes.

“There is nothing to say.He was training me on how to attack using a knife and during a small demonstration he thought he could take advantage of it and tried to stab me”

“That's not what he said”

“And obviously you believe him, don't you?”

“Summer” he sighs nervously.

“Don't Summer me!Okay?” I silence him with an abrupt wave of my hand.

A flash of anger pierces his gaze, making him stand up abruptly.

The chair screeches on the floor, falling with a loud thud.

He paces the room with long nervous strides, passing a hand over his mouth.

I'm used to his outbursts of anger by now.

And if at the beginning I felt terrified by all that anger, now I'm indifferent to it.

“Listen to me.Now rest.We'll talk about it later”

“We have nothing to talk about, Negan”

Oh man...

If a look could kill I'd be dead right now.

Now I would be just one of the many biters tied to the fence.

He hates it when I use his name to refer to him.

But, hey!

I don't give a fucking shit.

Without even looking at me again, he heads towards the door, leaving me alone.

I smile bitterly.

I'm used to that.

It's like this between the two of us now.

An immense abyss has now been created between the two of us and nothing will bring things back to how they once were.

Nothing will be the same.

All the good times we spent together are now just a memory.

A distant and painful memory.

Nothing will bring back the man I loved.

I don't belong here anymore.

My heart no longer belongs to him.

And this hurts.

It hurts so damn much.

So bad I can physically feel it.

A strong and unbearable pain that takes my breath away.

Suddenly everything goes dark, I can feel the walls tightening around me until they suffocate me.

What the hell is going on?

I try to get out of the bed but my body doesn't respond.

The grip on my chest becomes more and more suffocating.

I try to scream but I can't find my voice.

It's all dark.

And it hurts.

It' hurt like a bitch.

I suddenly open my eyes in panic trying to sit up.

I am no longer at the Sanctuary.

I'm in another bed.

Around me there are only white walls and above me the figure of a man who delicately tries to keep me lying down.

“Summer everything is fine.You're safe”

Rick's soft voice, accompanied by his gentle touch, makes my heartbeat slow down.

My eyes wander wildly throughout the room until they land on the officer's blue and melancholy ones.

I'm at the farm.

I'm not at the Sanctuary.

My labored breathing is the only sound in the room.

Rick's hands are still on my shoulders.

It was just a memory.

An old memory that came to haunt me in my subconscious.

“You're safe” the man repeats, trying to give me some calm.

I'm safe.

He is far away.

He can't hurt me anymore.

Repeating these words in my mind I find some tranquility.

The breathing calms down, the heart slows down until it returns to a regular beat.

Rick lets me go and sits down on the chair next to the bed.

I let my gaze wander along the walls.

Photos of Hersel and his family cover them.

This must be the vet's bedroom.

My gaze focuses on the window.

It's broad daylight outside, the sun is shining high in the sky.

How long was I unconscious?

“How long did I sleep?” I ask confused.

Rick sighs, letting a feeling similar to worry slip from his gaze.

“You've been out for almost 36 hours.What do you remember?” Rick asks, attentive to my reaction.

I shake my head trying to remember where I was and how I ended up here.

I clear my throat.

I touch my shoulder and feel some gauze under my fingers.

I look down and notice a bandage.

“Blood.I remember blood” I murmur touching my wound.

Rick nods.

“Andrea shot you”

What?

Stupid fucking bitch.

“She thought you were walkers”

I try to concentrate by putting my confused memories in order.

I remember the pain, the panic.

And blue eyes.

Daryl.

I shudder.

“Daryl?”

His name rolls from my lips in an agitated whisper.

Where's Daryl?

He's fine?

He…he can't be…

“Daryl's fine” Rick responds promptly.

I carefully observe every nuance on his face to catch every little movement, something that would make me understand if he is lying.

His calm expression makes me believe him.

Daryl is fine.

I relax my shoulders leaning on the pillow and letting go of all the tension.

“Daryl is fine” the man in front of me repeats.

I nod closing my eyes.

“I forced him to go eat something and rest with the promise that I would let him know as soon as you woke up” he adds, smiling slyly.

Rick crosses his arms over his chest while still smiling.

His gaze embarrassed me.

Why is he looking at me like that?

I squirm under his gaze full of malice.

“You know he didn't leave your side for even a moment.Hersel had to give him stitches while he was sitting in this chair.In the end Carol and I managed to convince him”

I blush violently.

Did Daryl really do this?

Unable to formulate a coherent sentence, I look down at my hands.

A wave of memories hits me.

Daryl helpless and wounded.

Sophia's doll.

The walkers.

The kiss.

Shane.

I turn my crestfallen gaze back to Rick.

“Rick I'm sorry” I whisper in a small voice.

The man's eyebrows raise in confusion.

“What exactly are you apologizing for?” he asks really confused by my words.

Now that it's just me and him I have to talk to him.

I have to apologize.

And above all I have the duty to warn him.

Shane is dangerous.

“I'm sorry for how I reacted to Shane but- but- but…” I stutter unable to find the right words.

Rick continues to observe me patiently waiting for me to find the right words.

But are there really suitable words for what I'm about to tell him?

I torture my lower lip between my teeth trying to tame the nervousness that grips my guts.

Rick deserves to know the truth.

“Listen Rick, I know this may sound crazy to you but you have to believe me.You have to…you have to keep Lori and Carl away from Shane.I beg you.Shane…you can't trust him anymore”

My heart hammers in my chest.

How can I tell this man that he can no longer trust his best friend?

The man who is like a brother to him.

I feel crushed by the weight of my own words so I go back to observing my hands that are torturing the white linen sheet between my fingers.

Rick lets out a big sigh.

Neither of us speaks and the silence continues suffocating for a few minutes.

“Lori told me everything”

My head snaps in his direction.

His words catch me completely off guard.

The officer has his head down, his shoulders hunched.

His eyes are looking straight at mine.

“I understand why you're warning me” he adds, giving me a sad smile.

So he knows…he knows about his wife and his best friend.

Poor Rick.

My heart aches for him.

He is too a good man to deserve shit like this.

“Does she take the pills?” I venture not expecting an answer.

After all, I am a stranger who procured abortion pills for his cheating wife.

I would hate myself too if I were in his place.

Rick nods with such pain in his deep blue eyes that it makes me tremble.

“She took them but she throw up right after.We don't know if they had an effect or not”

He looks defeated.

I wish I could do something for him.

I would like to be able to ease his pain at least a little, make it mine.

Rick turns his gaze to the window before speaking again.

“I'm not stupid.I knew there was something going on between Lori and Shane and I don't blame them.Really.They thought I was dead” he murmurs, bringing his gaze back into mine.

His eyes are veiled with tears.

It can't be easy for him.

He returned from the dead and fought against the dead to find his family.

Only to find out that his family had moved on without him.

To find out that Lori was moving on with another man.

With the man he considers a piece of his heart.

“I'm sure that after my return Lori was no longer with Shane but this doesn't give me the certainty that this child is mine”

How much pain can a heart hold before it breaks?

Is there a maximum threshold of sorrow that a soul can endure before falling apart?

Even though we have two completely different stories, Rick and I have a lot more in common than I might have thought.

We were both betrayed by the people we loved above all else.

I shake my head, smiling sadly.

“It doesn't matter Rick.It does not matter.Lori loves you.And this baby…this baby is yours.It doesn't matter what happened.This child is the most beautiful thing that could have happened to you”

Rick seems to hang on my lips, anxious to find an outlet in my words that can give him the strength to react.

He has carried this weight inside his heart for too long, for so long that he could believe the words of a perfect stranger.

“After all, that's what we're fighting for, right?This baby could be the hope we need” I murmur struggling against my aching body and pushing my legs off the bed positioning myself right in front of him.

I grab his hands and squeeze them in mine.

“How?” he asks hesitantly.

The grip of his fingers intensifies around mine.

I smile.

“I know it might seem crazy right now.Bringing a new life into this world is unthinkable, risky, reckless but...but we can't just kill walkers.What's the point of fighting just to survive, Rick?Our aim is to live again.We cannot lose feelings like love along the way.This child is the proof that life goes on.Life always wins.I really believe it.I still believe in love.It can't all be over.And I promise I will help you, I will fight for your family as if it were my own.I would die for you”

I'm sincere.

Even though I have only known these people for a short time, in my heart I know that these people can make a difference in this world.

Rick will make a difference in this disturbing world.

And I will always be by his side.

Rick seems to be mulling over my words, our hands in front of us still clasped together.

“Why would you do that?” he asks me out of curiosity.

“Because I choose to trust you, I know I can.You are a good man Rick”

Rick lets go of my hands to wrap his arms around my shoulders locking me in his embrace, welcoming my head against his strong chest.

I close my arms around his body pressing my hands against his back.

I feel his body trembling.

In our embrace there is a sort of mutual consolation.

Today we both discovered that we have someone we can count on.

A knock at the door interrupts our embrace.

Rick clears his throat before speaking.

“Come in” he replies, rising from his chair at the same time Carol's face appears in the doorway.

As soon as she sees me, a radiant smile appears on her face.

She approaches me with a couple of steps and then crushes me in her warm embrace.

Suddenly it's as if my eyes can no longer contain the tears and, hugging onto woman's chest, I let out a liberating cry.

Getting rid of all the fear and stress.

“I'll leave you two alone” Rick murmurs as he leaves and closes the door behind him.

“It's okay, Summer” Carol whispers in my ear, stroking my still dirty hair.

Carol comforts me until my sobs subside.

"How are you?" I ask looking at her beautiful, tired eyes.

I'm sure she has already been briefed on what Daryl and I found.

Carol laughs amusedly, her eyes are shining.

“I should be the one asking you, don't you think?” she replies, making space next to me.

I let her sit on the bed and then I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her against my side.

The woman turns her face in my direction, looking straight into mine.

She doesn't speak, she stands there staring at me for a few moments then her gaze turns towards the window.

“You need to know something Summer.You and Daryl did more for my little girl today than her own daddy ever did in his whole life.Today…today you could have died and you have no obligation towards her.Or towards me” Carol whispers softly, sniffing.

I immediately shake my head and tighten my grip around her shoulders trying to communicate all my love to her.

“Carol I owe you my life and there is nothing I wouldn't do for you.Nothing.Today we were really close, we'll find her.I'm sure of it" I reply.

I think back to Carol's husband.

Ed.

I still remember the amazement I felt when, with disarming naturalness, she told me about the abuse she suffered from her husband.

Ed was a real bastard.

I'm sure no one mourns his death.

Not even the one who was once his wife.

I couldn't understand her words, her resignation in suffering the abuses.

For me this is unthinkable.

I come from a family full of love and respect.

Carol lets herself be consoled by my words, she rests her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes.

We remain absorbed in a pleasant silence.

Both happy with what little we have, both full of hope for the future.

Outside the window, among the branches of the trees swaying in a light wind, I can see a flash of clear sky.

Blue like the eyes of my handsome archer.

I should leave this room and go look for him.

Make sure he's okay.

“Is Daryl okay?Did you talk to him?" I ask hesitantly.

Carol straightens her head, turning her torso in my direction.

A huge smile spreads across her face.

“Daryl is fine.If it wasn't for you he would have died.He told me how you bravely saved his life”

I snort in amusement.

“He just made the matter bigger.I didn't do anything Rick or everyone else wouldn't have done” I reply with a shrug.

I move nervously, attracting the woman's interest.

“What happens?” she asks in a curious tone.

I bring my index finger to my mouth, nibbling nervously at the tip of it.

“Did he tell you anything else?”

Now I have her undivided attention.

“What should he have told me?”

“Forget it” I mutter, my face red with shame.

What the hell am I thinking?

Why did I even think Daryl might have told her anything about what happened between the two of us?

Then, let's face it, what really happened?

It was just a stupid kiss.

A one-way kiss.

I kissed him, he remained still.

He didn't react.

He didn't kiss me back.

I'm stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Summer?What happened between you and Daryl?”

Carol stands in front of me, overwhelming me with her questions.

I avoid her gaze mortified.

I should never have done what I did.

What if Daryl wants nothing to do with me now?

Just thinking about it makes my heart ache.

“Summer what-”

“I kiss him” I interrupt her.

Her mouth remains open while her eyes dilate so much that I believe they could pop out of their sockets at any moment.

“You kiss Daryl?” she yells back.

I immediately bring my hand to cover her mouth, trying to quiet her loud screams.

The sudden movement causes a pang in my injured shoulder.

“Shhhhh!Do you want everyone to hear you?” I hiss softly through my teeth trying to calm her growing enthusiasm.

Carol continues to slur words made incomprehensible by my hand still pressed over her mouth.

I glance nervously at the door, trying to sharpen my hearing to understand if anyone is nearby.

This thing must absolutely not be known.

Carol dodges my hand.

“What do you do?And him?What did he do?What did he say?”

Carol bombards me with questions but at least she has the decency to whisper them.

The woman looks at me with a toothy, radiant smile as she awaits my clarification on the subject but the smile slowly dissolves at the sight of my expression.

I feel tears pushing behind my closed eyelids.

I shake my head trying to tame the anxiety that arises within me.

In a small voice I whisper “I did something stupid.I ruined everything, Carol”

I look at my friend.

My sweet confidant.

A very sweet smile appears on her lips as she caresses my cheek with her hand.

I let myself be lulled by her gentle touch.

“Let me ask you a question” she whispers.

I nod without speaking, I don't trust my own voice at the moment.

The grip in my throat is too great.

“Have you ever touched or hugged Daryl?”

I nod again.

If it's possible, her smile widens even more.

“I'll tell you a secret.I never saw anyone come close to that man, much less touch him.Daryl lets you do things that are forbidden to him.I've never seen him so interested in anything other than his crossbow” Carol giggles, putting her hands in her lap.

A small smile emerges on my lips even though I feel a painful sadness.

I shake my head a couple of times.

“I made a mistake Carol”

“Are you sure?”

I'm sure?

“Yes.This is wrong.I shouldn't have…but I was scared.He…he…I thought I would lose him forever.I don't know what I was thinking about” I admit dejectedly.

When I saw him so weak, so defenseless, something clicked in my head.

I was simply afraid.

So much afraid.

The thought that I would never see him again destabilized me and made me lose my mind.

“Bullshit” the woman takes me back.

“Carol…”

“No.Listen to me.Talk to him.Daryl just needs a little push.Even though you wouldn't think so, Daryl is an extremely insecure man when it comes to feelings.He believes he doesn't deserve what others have to offer him”

We remain silent lost in our thoughts.

Talk to him?

No, I don't think I'll ever have the courage to do it.

What could I possibly tell him.

“It's irrational, you know?How long have I known him?A week?It's not...it's absurd”

“This is love”

Love?

“Oh c'mon Carol!Love?Are you serious?”

I have never been in love in my life.

At least not to the point of losing my mind over a man I just met.

I have only truly loved one man and I know very well how it ended.

I can't risk.

Not again.

This time I don't know if I could bear it.

Carol wraps an arm around my shoulders and this time I rest my head on hers.

Her hug reminds me so much of that of my sweet mommy.

“Life is too short Summer.Nowadays more than ever.Tomorrow we may no longer be here.Would you really want to deprive yourself of something so beautiful?”

I sigh heartbrokenly, the air comes out in a puff from my nostrils.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck fighting against my every desire.

What I want is not what he wants.

“I feel like it's just all inside my head Carol.I can't risk it”

I confide to her in a whisper.

Carol kisses the top of my head and then gets out of bed.

“Sleep on it, okay?I'll bring you dinner later” she whispers, giving me one last smile before reaching the door and closing it behind her, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I mull over my friend's words for hours without coming to any conclusions.

I toss and turn in bed full of restlessness, the sheets twisting around my legs doing nothing but increasing my nervousness.

The shoulder seems to hurt more and more by the minute.

Whatever medicine Hersel injected me with is wearing off.

The sky outside the window is starting to darken and now resigned to not being able to rest I decide to get up.

I have to do something or I'll go crazy locked up in here.

Leveraging my good arm, I sit up, bringing my legs closer to the edge of the bed.

I slowly put my feet on the ground and, supporting myself with the chair, I stand up.

A slight dizziness catches me unprepared but I manage not to fall face first on the floor.

Once I'm sure my body can hold me, I walk towards the door.

When I open it I find a pair of blue eyes staring at me, his hand suspended in mid-air as if I had interrupted his attempt to knock on the door.

“Hi” I greet the boy in front of me with a soft smile.

“You must be Carl, right?”

The boy smiles shyly and nods.

His eyes, so similar to his father's, scrutinize me carefully.

It's the first time we've seen each other and I'm sure that on his part there's a lot of curiosity to meet the latest arrival.

“Do you need something?”

My question seems to snap him out of his thoughts.

He straightens his back and reaches his hand out to me.

“Mom asked me to bring you this” he replies handing me a bottle of water.

I accepted it with a smile.

“Thank you”

“You're welcome.So…how are you?I know Andrea shot you”

His eyes immediately go in search of my bandage.

“Well, you know.It's suck but I'll survive”

Carl chuckles, wrinkling his nose.

His eyes shine.

“I know.It's hurts” he replies with a hint of pride.

I'm sure that at his young age, having survived a gunshot wound is a source of pride.

“You know tomorrow you will be better, at most you will be left with a scar.It certainly won't be nice to look at but better than being dead” he confides to me, passing a hand over his abdomen.

I bend down on my knees bringing my gaze to his level.

“Can I tell you a secret, Carl?”

The boy nods almost ecstatically.

I smile at his sweet naivety.

“Girls find scars very attractive”

The boy's cheeks turn a delicious shade of red.

But even if he is embarrassed he continues to listen to me with great attention.

A light rustle of clothes behind Carl catches my attention.

In the hallway, with his back straight and his gaze tense, is Daryl.

For a moment I get lost in the crystalline blue of his eyes and a wave of relief overwhelms me.

Daryl is really fine.

With an unprecedented effort I bring my attention back to the boy in front of me, still anxiously awaiting for my words.

“Especially the ones that have a cool story.They will literally lose their minds, trust me.And then don't forget that every scar we carry tells a story, a little piece of us.You should never be ashamed of it.Never”

With a soft grunt I get back to my feet, my knees creaking painfully.

My body is still too traumatized and weak from the last events.

Carl sees the look of pain on my face and brings his arm closer so I can grab it.

He really is a little gentleman.

I let him help me get up trying to put as little weight on him as possible.

I don't want to offend him and I prefer to make him believe that without him I wouldn't have made it.

As if I couldn't help it, my gaze is drawn to the motionless man in the hallway.

There is an expression on his face that is impossible to read.

I can't understand the nature of his thoughts.

The severe frown permanently resides on his face while his lips are pressed into a hard line.

Why is he here?

I tremble at the thought that he came to scream at me, to scream at me all his anger for having taken the freedom of kissing him.

“Do you want me to take you to your room?” Carl asks shyly, looking over his shoulder at Daryl and then looking back at me.

He seems intimidated by the man and from my bewildered expression he must be thinking that I am too.

Of course I am but I can't tell him so I just smile and shake my head.

“I'm fine Carl.You can go.Thanks”

Carl nods and walks away out of my sight.

My gaze wanders everywhere except in the archer's direction.

What should I do now?

I could turn my back on him and go back to my room.

Or I could face him.

I feel helpless in front of him.

I risk a glance in his direction and I find him motionless in the same position.

The serious look and the arms hanging lifelessly at his sides.

I start to open my mouth but immediately stop when I see him advancing towards me with a determined step.

I panic and retreat back into the room where I spent the last few hours recovering without ever taking my eyes off Daryl's unreadable gaze.

I only stop when my back hits the wall.

The bottle slips from my hands and hits the floor with a dull thud.

Daryl doesn't slow down his pace and scared I close my eyes waiting for his wrath, putting my hands in front of me in defense.

What will he do?

I tilt my head to the side, keeping my eyes closed until I feel his large body pressing against mine, crushing me against the wall.

My hands press against the warm muscles of his immense chest.

His arms tighten around my shoulders and he buried his face firmly into my hair.

He's shaking.

My breath gets stuck in my throat.

I'm literally paralyzed but a strength beyond my control makes my fingers tighten the fabric of his shirt.

I press my head hard against his broad, muscular chest, the crazy roar of his heart in my ear.

Without shame I inhale his scent deeply.

Daryl still smells like the woods with a slight hint of laundry soap this time.

My body vibrates in response to this sweet scent.

I feel his cheek rubbing against my hair.

His lips, so unknown but so familiar that it almost hurts, touch my ear and my skin fills with shivers.

His hot breath became more strained and his muscles tensed as his hands descended along my body, flattening themselves against my spine.

He drew me even closer to him.

My skin flush under his touch.

“Ya good?”

His stubble tickles my cheek causing a sweet sensation that extends throughout my body.

“Yeah, I'm good.You?” I whisper worriedly, moving my face away from his chest, searching for his eyes.

When I find them a wave of pure pleasure overwhelms me.

They are like waves that crash forcefully into my heart, sweeping away all my hesitations, all my fears.

It's devastating.

Absolute.

Frightening.

Daryl's eyes searches for my face.

His eyes move without a specific destination and then stop on my lips.

And there they remain.

I swallow empty.

A shiver runs down my spine making me vibrate under his persistent gaze.

His lips part imperceptibly as he inhales deeply.

My head is spinning like I'm dizzy.

I feel like I've been catapulted through the air and now I'm falling and the fall is leaving my head light and empty.

His hands moved to my hips, gripping them with so much force that I gasped.

His fingertips imprint themselves in my flesh.

Without ever leaving my eyes his head moves gently towards mine.

Unable to remain still waiting for his lips I move my body against his making him shiver.

His eyelids flicker and then close, his mouth ajar.

My hands fly into his hair pulling him towards me.

When I can already savor the taste of his lips, a gasp followed by a curse behind us bursts the bubble in which we were locked up.

Pop.

And it's all over.

Daryl's eyes widen, a look of pure panic on his face as he quickly takes a few steps back and pushes me away abruptly, putting as much distance between us as possible.

His gesture hurts me, making anger boil under my skin.

In his opinion, was what we were doing really so wrong?

So wrong that he reject me with so much disgust?

Would it really be so humiliating for him?

Confused thoughts swirl in my mind as Glenn watches us from the doorway with wide eyes.

His mouth is so open his jaw could graze the floor.

Daryl clears his throat.

His eyes fixed on the tips of his boots.

“Shit!I'm Sorry.I- I- I- I can come back later” Glenn stammers, his cheeks red with shame.

I'm sure he could have imagined anything except that he would find Daryl and me so close in front of him.

Daryl shakes his head nervously, muttering something under his breath and leaving the room with his head down.

Leaving me stunned and embarrassed.

Glenn watches the man's back as he walks away and then brings his attention back to me.

“Shit Sum!I'm Sorry.I just wanted to come to see how you feel.I…I didn't want to interrupt anything” he apologizes next to me with a mortified expression.

I look at him without knowing what to say.

I'm honestly a lot more stunned by Daryl's reaction right now.

Would it really have been a source of unbearable shame to have been seen with me?

Glenn stands there confused, watching me with his eyes ajar.

As much as I try to regain some composure, I am sure that the various emotions I am feeling flow across my face at the mercy of anyone.

Anger.

Rejection.

Ache.

Sorrow.

Humiliation.

And finally the shame.

Glenn takes another step closer, tightening his hand around my upper arm.

“Summer are you okay?Do you want me to go get Hersel?”

Now the boy is worried.

My silence and my eyes lost are making him wonder if I'm in shock.

His other hand also reaches my other arm.

He tightens his grip slightly, shaking me gently.

“Hey!You're scaring me now!Everything is fine?Was Daryl doing something against your will?” the panicked tone of his voice pushes me to find my own.

The words seem glued to my tongue but I force myself to speak.

I can't let Glenn think such a thing about Daryl.

I shake my head.

“No, no…I- I- I- I don't know what was happening.I…” I stammer, about to cry.

I hide my face in my hands full of frustration.

“I think he was about to kiss me but then you came.I don't know.It all happened so fast”

The sound of my words is muffled against my hands pressed to my face.

“Shit.I'm really sorry Sum, really sorry”

I move my hands away from my face meeting the truly contrite gaze of the man in front of me.

“Stop apologizing.It's not your fault.I think he would have regretted it immediately afterwards anyway.You better have interrupted us.It's better this way, trust me”

I smile weakly at him.

Right now I'm so tired that I can't even lie about the nature of my feelings for that complicated man.

Glenn hugs me, lifting me into the air, making me laugh in amusement.

For a moment my feet don't touch the floor.

Glenn's arms are wrapped around my waist while mine is wrapped around his neck.

He smiles at me beamingly.

A smile that I return with absolute sincerity.

“To what do I owe this?” I laugh as he puts me down, making the soles of my boots stick to the floor again.

“I'm happy you're alive” he exclaims enthusiastically.

“When I saw all that blood, after Andrea shot you, for a moment I feared the worst”

Glenn moves away from me and sits on the bed.

I join him by sitting next to him.

“Nah!I got thick skin, you'll need something else to get rid of me" I reply, raising the corner of my lips.

Glenn chuckles, nudging me playfully.

“So...you and Dixon, huh?”

I laugh.

“Oh shut up!”

We laugh together.

When the echoes of our laughter disperse in the air, Glenn grabs my hand.

“I'm really sorry Sum.I didn't want to embarrass you”

His sincere eyes find mine.

Not knowing what to answer I just shrug.

Honestly I didn't feel embarrassed, I trust Glenn and I'm sure I can count on his discretion.

What hurts me is Daryl's behaviour.

Without a shadow of a doubt something was about to happen but now I don't know if his reaction was a consequence of his shyness or if he really realized that what he was about to do was wrong.

“Can I tell you what I think?” Glenn asks, squeezing my fingers between his.

“Can I stop you?” I chuckle, rolling my eyes.

Glenn pushes me again, laughing.

“C’mon talk”

“I think you are what that man needs.It might work.You are so different but I'm sure that together you complement each other in some strange way.I've never seen him worry like that about anyone.Even for Merle”

“You forget Sophia”

“Not in that way, Sum.You know what I mean”

I sigh biting my lip between my teeth.

I don't feel like dealing with this now, not now that my mind is still so confused.

Now there is another thing I want to talk about.

“I'm sorry I lost my mind with Shane.I didn't want you to see that part of me” I whisper embarrassed.

I have vague flashes of Glenn's worried face trying to calm me down as I brandish the knife in his face.

I'm not at all proud of how I reacted the other morning.

“Why do you care?That man is an asshole”

I know.

I know it very well.

But this does not justify my actions.

Thinking about it now with a clear mind, I should have ignored his words and left.

“What happened after?” I ask hesitantly.

Glenn moves uncomfortably, it almost seems like he doesn't want to answer my question.

I throw my head back, closing my eyes.

Damn.

“Was it that bad?”

Glenn shakes his head sadly.

“Shane lost his mind.He railed against everyone.He yelled at Rick and Dale that we should send you away.That you're unstable" he huffs, clearly annoyed by the idea.

But maybe Shane is right.

I'm unstable.

My past is a danger to these people.

In recent days I have often thought about leaving.

I imagined if Negan ever found me what he might do to the people who dared to defend me.

To him I am only his property.

“What if he's right?”

For the first time I admit my greatest fear out loud.

Glenn looks at me with wide eyes, immediately dismissing my words with an energetic shake of his head.

“Listen to me Glenn.I have to tell you something I've never told anyone.Not to Carol, not Rick or Daryl.Nobody knows”

I feel my throat dry while my forehead is beaded with sweat.

Can I really trust the guy next to me?

“Summer whatever it is you can trust me, you know this”

His eyes are the mirror of his words.

I can trust him.

“The community where I lived before, those people…they are not like you.I've done things to survive that I'm ashamed of.Those men are dangerous”

It's all true.

I've done things I'm not proud of.

Under Simon's orders I made people suffer.

I look down at my hands unable to face Glenn's judgment.

“I ran away” I continue “I couldn't take it anymore.I wanted to reach Atlanta to start again then...well, you know how it went”

Then Daryl found me.

“I should leave you.It would be the best decision for you.You are good people, you don't deserve what could happen”

A tear slides down my face crashing onto my clasped hands.

Glenn doesn't speak making my anxiety skyrocket.

“Have you ever killed anyone?”

His whispered words make me jump.

“What?No!Oh my God!No, never.You have to believe me.But my actions made so many people suffer...I was forced.I swear”

A moment later I find myself held tightly in his arms.

“I know that they are far away now but I'm always afraid that one day they might find me” I admit without being able to hold back the tears.

Glenn silences my fears by holding me even tighter.

We remain close for a few minutes until his hands move up my face, drying the residue of my tears.

“Do you remember what I promised you when we were in that stable?”

Yes, I remember it.

Without knowing me, without knowing my story, he promised me that he would not allow anyone to hurt me.

“That promise is still valid, Sum”

A big smile spreads across his face.

I try to compose myself and get up.

“I'll talk to Rick about it.I will do it.I just need time”

Glenn nods.

“Don't worry.With me your secret is safe” he replies giving me another smile.

I turn my gaze towards the door.

Now there's one more thing I have to do.

I can't wait.

“Go talk to Daryl” Glenn suggests, getting up and giving my hand a final squeeze.

Together we leave the house.

Once I get outside I realize that the sun has now set, giving way to the imminent night.

I take a deep breath and without looking around I head straight towards my goal before my courage abandons me.

With a determined step I reach the furthest tent from the camp, entering inside without announcing my arrival.

Daryl is sitting on an old sleeping bag, his long legs stretched out with his ankles crossed.

He twisted an arrow in his hands and as soon as he senses my presence he looks up.

“Hey” I greet him suddenly drained of any courage I had promised myself I would maintain.

“Hey” is his only response and then he lowers his gaze again to his hands.

Embarrassed by the silence, I let my gaze wander along the narrow space.

The floor of the tent is bare.

Only in one corner there are some clothes piled up and his crossbow with more arrows.

“Can I seat?” I ask.

I won't impose my presence on him so if he wants me to leave he will have to tell me.

The archer doesn't look at me but taps the ground next to him with his hand.

I sit next to him crossing my legs.

Now that I am so close to him, all my good intentions and the words I had prepared seem to disappear, leaving me empty and disoriented.

Why did I come here?

I knew it was a bad idea.

The silence around us is deafening.

Then his low, guttural voice resonates in the small tent.

“Thanks fer saving ma’ life”

I turn my head towards the sound of his voice observing his features.

Daryl doesn't look at me.

His cheeks seem to color with embarrassment.

He is clearly uncomfortable although the causes are unknown to me.

Regret?

Shame?

I risk a small movement.

Daryl watches as my hand slowly reaches his, I caress his knuckles with my fingertips.

When I make sure he doesn't feel uncomfortable, I become bolder and put my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look me in the eyes.

And what I see leaves me astonished.

In front of me there is not the self-confident man I am used to.

No, in front of me I have a man, a boy, hesitant.

Almost scared.

As if I had a trapped, scared animal in front of my eyes.

Confident, I lift myself up under his watchful gaze and sit astride him.

His body tenses automatically but he doesn't move away from me.

He doesn't push me back.

He just stands still, barely breathing.

I place both my hands on his face, with my thumbs I caress his strong cheekbones.

I touch the tip of his nose, letting the tip of my thumb slide across his lips.

An imperceptible contact that makes them open.

His eyes close, his shoulders relax.

I enjoy every little nuance of him with dreamy eyes, I take every breath of him.

For a moment I delude myself that Daryl wants what I want so I close the distance between us.

I brush his lips with mine.

Just once and then I stand back waiting for his reaction.

His consent.

Daryl reopens his eyes and all his uncertainty seems to have disappeared.

His large hands rest on my hips and then move almost absentmindedly along my thighs.

The blue of his irises seems to be totally swallowed up by the black of his pupils.

“I was scared” he confesses in a hoarse whisper.

“There was so much blood”

His eyes linger for a moment on my bandaged shoulder and then focus on mine again.

“I know.I had the same fear in that river, Daryl" I admit without shame.

At this point what would be the point of hiding it?

His hands move up from my thighs, wrapping around my torso, bringing me closer against his warm body.

I cannot wait anymore.

And from the way the archer's body vibrates, he too is at the limit of endurance.

This waiting is wearing us both down.

I lean forward deciding to put an end to this pain.

“Summer?”

No.

No, no, no.

I snort, leaning forward and resting my forehead against Daryl's.

Our noses touch, our breaths mingle.

Why I feel like the entire universe is against me today.

Sighing, I get up and collapse next to him.

“I'll kiss you, Dixon” I mutter giving him a light shoulder while Andrea's head looks inside the tent.

Daryl coughs like he's trying to hold back a laugh making me smile.

Good.

From his reaction I understand that he doesn't mind the possibility.

Thank God!

“Were you looking for me?” I say to the blonde who approaches with a lowered gaze.

She doesn't seem at all surprised that I'm here.

More than anything she seems embarrassed as her gaze remains fixed on her feet.

“I'm so sorry.I feel like shit” the woman murmurs, torturing her hands and risking a glance in my direction.

“Yeah, you and me both” I murmur, automatically placing a hand on my shoulder.

Daryl, completely ignoring Andrea, gently places a hand on my thigh, as if he wanted to comfort me with his touch.

Or to calm me down.

Maybe he thinks I could hit Andrea like I tried to do with Shane.

Maybe he might even have been right.

Until a few minutes ago I was furious with the woman but now, seeing her so distraught, I feel a little sorry.

Just a little.

“I don't expect you to forgive me, but if there's anything I can do…”

I stop her with a wave of my hand.

“Andrea it's ok.I will survive.You were trying to protect the group” I reassure her.

I can understand her.

She has been with these people for longer and if I, who have just met them, am ready to die for them, I can understand her gesture.

“We're good Andrea.Don't worry about it”

Andrea smiles at me, relieved by my words and with a more serene step than when she arrived she walks away.

Before she can exit the tent I call her name and get her attention.

The woman turns her face towards me.

“But remember, shoot me again, and you'd best pray I'm dead” I tell her half-jokingly.

Andrea smiles at me and goes away.

Finally we are alone again.

“She's lucky she's a woman.I would punch her fer wha’ she did” Daryl grunts, using the arrow in his hand to point at the woman's back as she walks away.

I laugh throwing my head back.

His grumpy frown is adorable.

“I'm not adorable” mutters the man embarrassed.

I close my eyes.

Damn.

I said it out loud.

I direct my embarrassed gaze outside the tent, towards the sky.

Tonight it looks like a dark blanket dotted with stars.

In the distance I can hear the voices of the others busy preparing dinner but honestly I'm not hungry.

I think the time has come for me to go to bed and at least try to get some rest.

When I'm about to get up something stops me.

My wrist is blocked by the grip of his fingers.

I move my gaze to his face to find him looking at me with a confused expression.

I raise an eyebrow, moving my gaze between his face and my wrist.

“Where ya going?”

“I'm going to sleep in Dale's RV” I reply simply.

“Aren't ya sleepin’ in the house?”

“No.I don't want to take advantage of Hersel's kindness.The RV will be fine”

His grip on my wrist shows no signs of easing.

“Ya could sleep here.If ya want.Ya just got shot and the floor of tha’ old junkyard isn't good”

His embarrassed gaze wanders anywhere but in my direction.

“I mean…There is space here.The sleeping bag is big enough fer both of us”

His words are a quick, awkward murmur.

I smile, deciding to have some fun.

“Daryl Dixon!What kind of woman do you think I am” I exclaim, pretending to be offended, theatrically placing a hand on my chest.

His face becomes even redder if possible.

“At least you have to buy me dinner before taking me in your bed” I add, smiling openly.

“Stop” he mutters gruffly even though his relaxed shoulders make me understand that he has grasped the irony in my words.

“I'm kidding, big boy” I smile, taking my wrist out of his grasp but only to sit better against his side, resting my head on his chest.

His body relaxes next to mine, his palm rests delicately on the center of my back.

“If you want I'll stay” I murmur against the fabric of his shirt.

A grunt rings in my ear.

“I'll take that as a yes” I smile, closing my eyes and letting myself be lulled by the strong and steady beating of his heart.

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Something To Hold On To

Another night is spent in your half empty bed, staring out of the window, unable to sleep. Watching. Waiting. Desperate. The events that led you to this agonising repetition haunt you, ghosts of the past preventing your present from ever seeing a future, because it is unchanging now.

Denise’s death snapped something in Daryl, you knew it from the moment he got back that day, but you had never thought in a million years that anything would have the power to push him away from you. From your perspective, the death of a loved one brings you closer to the rest of the people you love, because it reminds you to cherish every moment with them, but for Daryl...it was different. You followed him all the way to the gate that day, trying to persuade him not to go out there because you knew what he could be risking. Usually, you were the one person guaranteed to get through to him, it had been that way since the farm, when the group found out where Sophia had been all that time. You were the only one that Daryl couldnt snap at, for some reason he had restraint around you. But that day at the gate, he lost it.

“The hell ya think yer doin’? You dont own me, I aint yers, who were we tryin’ to kid thinkin’ any of this was worth it?! Im better off by my damn self, ya don’ get a say in what I do, aint the boss of me. Run back to yer house, yer garden, an’ block out reality like ya usually do! Never should’a let this go on fer so long.”

Daryl was in your face, throwing his arms up in big theatrical gestures, bringing the attention of everyone who happened to be around. You stood there broken in front of him, unable to say a word; what was there to say after hearing that? With a final scoff, he got on his bike, and he was gone.

The next and last time you saw him was at the lineup. Despite everything that he’d said to break your heart, you couldnt keep your eyes off of him, seeing him in such a state and not being able to go to him was the most painful thing you’d ever experienced. After Abraham, you were staring at Daryl for strength, to keep yourself together, to prevent you from looking at what was left of your friend. Obviously, an egotistical prick like Negan didnt take kindly to you refusing to look at him.

“Well, it looks like we’ve got a couple of lovers in our midst! ‘Scuse me darlin’, would you mind paying me a little attention? I did just brutally kill this poor ginger after all, the least you could do is admire my work!” Negan’s voice was almost flirtatious, in the most sadistic way, but when you continued to refuse him, he shoved his barbed-wire-bound bat in your face and yelled. “Take a damn look!”

And you got the surprise of your life. Daryl leapt to his feet, swinging at Negan and landing a hard punch to his jaw before he was held down. You cried out, trembling feverishly, thinking that Negan was going to kill Daryl for that, but instead he took Glenn. That, you couldnt look away from. The devastation in Daryl’s eyes told you that he blamed himself for Glenn’s death, and you would have done anything to reassure him, but then he was taken.

And every night since, you have been like this. Lying awake and staring out the window at the Alexandria gate, waiting for it to magically open and reveal Daryl, safe and sound. Trying to sleep with your paranoia over what was happening to him, whether he was even still alive, was an impossible feat in itself. But that combined with trying to decode Daryl’s actions, from brutally ending your relationship because he didnt want you anymore, to risking his own life just because a very threatening man was talking to you. Of course, you know Daryl is a kind man, he loves deep and cares so much more than he lets on, it isnt out of character for him to defend you after ending things with you. But, over the years Daryl has gotten a lot more level-headed, and in a situation like that, he could usually be trusted to hold it together better than pretty much anyone else; he’s an expert at bottling things up, after all. The fact that he lashed out like that, you’d only have expected a reaction of that ferocity from him being in love with you still, which completely counterbalanced what he’d said earlier that day. If he did still love you, why would he say such horrible things? None of it made sense, all you want to do is talk to him and find out what he meant, you need to see him, and you dont know how far away that day will be, if it’s even possible.

Night’s without Daryl are difficult, but you have some things to make the days a little easier. Rick keeps a close eye on you, knowing that what Daryl said really messed you up and that regardless, being without him is hard on you. He regularly asks you to join him in completing various tasks, or even to just watch Judith because it gives you something to distract yourself from it all. It was when you were distracted that the other things came into play.

Judith is sitting in your lap, listening to you intently as you read her a story. She’s just had her morning feed and is due for a name anytime now, reading to her always helps her drift off without a fuss.

“The prince found the sleeping princess, and he leant down to give her a kiss-“

And then, you are gone.

It was late, and you had promised yourself you were going to stay awake until Daryl had returned from the run. He could be gone until tomorrow morning, you didnt care, you were stubborn enough to stick it out. Or, so you thought. As the sun rose and Daryl crept through the front door, he found you passed out on the stairs. He laughed quietly to himself, but couldnt help feeling guilty at putting you in that position by being home late. As gently as he could, Daryl lifted you up into his arms and carried you up the stairs bridal style. He carefully laid you down in the bed you shared, kicking his shoes off before crawling in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, causing you to stir awake.

“You’re home!” Your sleepily slurred whispers were joyous, a welcome sound to Daryl’s own tired ears.

“Yeah I am, now get some rest, got the day off tomorrow.” Daryl mumbled.

You gasped and turned over to snuggle into his chest. “A whole day to makeout like teenagers?”

Daryl scoffed, blushing and burying his face in the pillow, making you laugh.

When you come back to yourself, Judith is asleep in your arms, and the tears you hadnt realised were rolling down your cheeks have started falling onto her little head. You’re quick to gently dry her head with the blanket around her, and then you wipe your own eyes with your hand.

Later, when Rick comes to take Judith and you’re jogging down the porch steps of the Grimes house, you happen to glance down the street. For maybe half a second, the perfect vision of Daryl standing in the distance, waving at you, stops you dead in your tracks. Tears fill your eyes, and by the time you’ve cleared them, he’s gone. Rick watches from the window as you wipe your eyes and hurry down the street in the opposite direction to your house, where you’d just told him you were going. You have to walk the long way round to avoid heading towards the place you’d just seen Daryl standing. Wherever he appears, that’s always the way.

Flashbacks and visions of him get you through the day, and as painful as they are, they make you feel something, they give you fleeting moments of joy until reality returns to you. Blocking out reality, that’s what Daryl said you did, but you’d never truly done that until now. At night, no flashbacks or visions ever came, and every night is eerily silent. Numb, empty, cold no matter how many blankets you wrap around yourself.

The one time you decided to distract yourself by leaving Alexandria to go on a supply run, Negan happened to show up, and he brought Daryl with him. Apparently, Negan asked Rick where you were, and Daryl looked up from the ground to watch Rick’s face as he answered.

“She left on a supply run this morning, she probably wont be back for a few days.” Rick said, holding Daryl’s gaze for just a moment so that Daryl knew two things: one, he was telling the truth, and two, you were alive.

“Well that is a shame, I brought Daryl here just for her!” Negan sighed dramatically, and then continued to go about his asshole business.

Ever since, you have stayed within the walls of Alexandria. You know that if you had been there that day, you would’ve lost your mind seeing Daryl, and probably gotten yourself in trouble for not being able to keep it together. But having the knowledge of it happening when you werent here, knowing it could happen again, however unlikely that may be, you have prepared yourself.

It’s been too long, you refused to count the days because with every one that passed it would feel like you were even further away from Daryl. At least now you know that Negan is keeping Daryl alive. Torturing him, yes, but keeping him alive.

When Rick asks you to come with him and a group to the Hilltop, you’re hesitant, wanting to stay at Alexandria just in case Negan comes back. You will gladly bargain your life for Daryl’s safe return home, and Rick knows that, which is exactly why he persuades you to come with him to the Hilltop. It takes a lot of persuasion, mainly bringing up the fact that one of your closest friends, Maggie, would love to see you. Rick will proudly admit to guilt-tripping you if it means he avoided you offering your life up to Negan.

The gates of the Hilltop open before you, and you’re already itching to go back to Alexandria, paranoid that Negan is back there with Daryl. The group follows Rick through the gates, and for a moment you’re occupied by your thoughts, until Rosita nudges you and gestures for you to head inside the walls. Maggie embraces Rick, and when Rick pulls away, he looks to his right and his eyes fill with tears. You follow his gaze. In a fraction of a second, your vision is blurred, and you’ve collapsed to your knees, in silent, sobbing hysterics. Maggie, Rosita and Tara are quick to huddle around you, offering you comforting words that you cant even hear. Your hands cover your face as you sob into them, you cant see or hear anything, but you can feel a pair of familiar eyes burning into you from afar.

Tara lets go of you to join Rick and Michonne in hugging him, welcoming him back.

Rick glances at everyone else, all of them having a good idea of what he’s about to say before he even opens his mouth. ��Let’s head inside, they need to catchup.”

You feel the comforting arms leave you, and you lower your shaking hands from your face, wiping your eyes and slowly rising to your feet. It takes all the strength you have left to lift your head, to meet his eyes. Daryl. His name sets you on fire, goosebumps rippling all over your skin, your throat suddenly dry and heart pounding against your ribs.

He looks awkward, uncomfortable, like he’s holding back from something. You know him too well. You cross your arms over your chest and slowly walk over to him.

And despite everything, you manage to smile at him. “You’re really back?” You ask, voice somewhat hoarse from all the crying you’ve just done.

Daryl nods, not saying anything.

“I dont know what happened to you, but I am so, so sorry.” You tell him, your sincerity laced in every syllable, almost bringing yourself back to tears at the thought of what he could have gone through.

Daryl nods again.

You take a deep breath, preparing to say the words you’ve been planning. “And I want you to know that I’ve come to terms with everything, regarding us no longer being, well, us...and I get it, things change and dont always work out-“ You nod to yourself while avoiding his eyes, as though still trying to convince yourself. “-but I want you to know that I can put it all behind me, and I will.” You meet his eyes. “Because more than anything, I want to be here for you, for whatever you need.”

Daryl shakes his head, finally finding the courage to speak. “Stupidest thing I ever did.”

For a brief moment, the sound of his voice leaves you breathless, but you quickly regain control of yourself.

“What was?” You ask.

“Everythin’ I said to ya that day, I was fuckin’ stupid, an’ wrong.” Daryl admits, shaking his head again, angry at himself.

“Y-You were?” You stammer out, unable to believe what you’re hearing and in desperate need of an explanation.

Daryl stares into your eyes for a few seconds, and you can almost see him taking in the sight of you to beat himself over the head with, to relive this guilt and torture himself further.

He glances down at his shoes. “Thought I had the strength t’ push ya away, t’ try and protect you, but I realised that there aint nobody that’d try as hard as me to keep ya safe.” Daryl looks back up at you, holding your gaze, not shy about admitting his last sentiment. “I’d die fer you.”

Your eyes start filling with fresh tears of an entirely different meaning. “Daryl...”

Daryl shrugs you off, avoiding your eyes because he knows you can see right through him; you know how hard it is for him to talk about his feelings, but he’ll do it for you. “I know i’s too late, I took too damn long realisin’ what was good fer me. For all I know ya could’ve moved on already, but I wouldnt be able to live with myself if I didnt tell ya the truth.”

Then, you smile, and Daryl cant avoid looking at you any longer. The sight of your genuine smile has been his favourite memory to cling to in that cell, the one view he couldnt wait to see again, even if it was never directed at him after what he’d done. You take the single step necessary to stand toe to toe with him, and you ever so slowly lift your hands to cup his face. Daryl breathes a sigh of relief, his eyes immediately closing as he relaxes into your touch, instinctively, even after all this time.

“How could I ever move on from the man I’d die for?”

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