A Friend of Yours is a Friend of Mine.

Your attentive, weary eyes shot open as they skimmed over your alarm clock that read, 2:45 AM.

Your pearly white teeth began to chew on your plump sized bottom lip as the thoughts pondered in your cranium that ached.

What’s wrong with me?

Why am I thinking these wicked thoughts about my father’s best friend?

Downstairs Negan laid on the air mattress your father spent all evening blowing up for him with his air pump. Him and his wife, Lucille, engaged in another argument this month and as per usual, he came over for your father’s comfort. Negan and your father have been best buds for two years now, so it wasn’t taboo to wake and walk downstairs and see him preparing breakfast for the three of you on weekends.. The weekends where him and Lucille would bicker and have nothing to do with each other, but then the weekdays began and she begged him back home and he did. On the other hand, he acted nothing but friendly to you, sadly, only saying hello to you whenever he walked past, and behaving his best towards you. The way he should around his best friend’s daughter. You couldn’t help but yearn for more than you received. You were twenty three for crying out loud. Not too young. Of course Negan had a significate amount of years on you but you were an adult.

Although, you caught Negan in moments where he’d spend too long gazing at you across the room while your father was engaging in a conversation with him about automobiles, or he’d bit his lip sensually as you leaned over to grab a tool for him while he worked on your Jeep for you. “You better keep your pretty daughter locked in doors, man. You know how those damned boys are here.” He’d exclaimed with a chuckle to your father a few weeks ago, making you blush at the thought.

There was attraction from both parties.

Suddenly, you swallowed as you felt parched; dry mouthed. I need a glass of ice cold water, you thought. Or maybe this is just an excuse to get close to Negan, and I’m not even dehydrated.

Swallowing your pride, you grabbed your black lace robe; slipping it along your caramel looking arms that were covered in goosebumps. You slowly but sly tip toed into the next room, peeking into your father’s room and observing that he remained sound asleep. He was. Bingo.

“Night dad.” A whisper that was barely audible filled the silence, a smirk plastering along your rosy toned lips.

Your arm stretched across the railing as you made your way downstairs where you analyzed Negan as he laid on the air mattress, exposed with no shirt; watching television as his husky chuckles of amusement filled the air in the stuffy room. Your tongue unknowingly escaped from your mouth as it ran over your bottom lip, studying his every move. You were still as a statue; enjoying your view.

“Ah, shit, darlin’. I didn’t see you there, honey,” His husky, thick accented voice responded as he slipped the quilt over his bare, tattooed torso, making you frown. “I better cover up with a young thing like you in the house.” He stated as he chuckled softly with a polite grin plastered across his bearded face, patting the spot next to him. “Make yourself comfortable, (Y/N)”

Cover up? Young thing? He was acting as if you were underage. You’re a grown woman and felt like he was portraying you as immature. You pulled a sour face at the thought, debating wither or not to join him. Like a fool, you waltzed towards him and gently plopped onto the mattress. “It’s fine Negan, I know what a male body looks lik- I mean, um.. I just-” You stammered nervously, your cheeks redden at the embarrassment you caused upon yourself.

Negan chuckled at your word play, his tongue flicking across his soft satin lips.

“I’m sure you do, sweetheart. I just didn’t think your daddy’o would like me being half naked around you like this.”

“I don’t mind.”

The seductive tone of your velvety voice made his breaths hitch ever so slightly, his hazel orbs tracing the length of your bare, bronze legs as they laid beside his. “Goodness doll,” A sigh of satisfaction escaped from his mouth as you brushed your legs against his. He felt as if he were sinning entirely just by the looks of lust he was aiming your way. What the fuck is wrong with me? That’s your best friend’s daughter, you dumbass, he thought. Even though you were an adult, he still felt ashamed. Your father was upstairs sleeping and you two were in the same bed downstairs. How wrong did that look?

He snapped out of his thoughts before leaning towards his side of the bed so his legs weren’t brushing against yours. “You ever watch this show, doll?” He inquired to change the subject to distraction from his raging hormones that grew worse around you.

You frowned at his sudden action. Why did he always do this? Why can’t he just treat me like a woman? Your eyes glanced towards the television where an older 80′s sitcom was premiering. “Negan, why do you and Lucille fight so much?” You sat on your legs that were folded, in front of Negan.

Negan shifted his eyes towards the wall full of photographs of you; some of your graduation a few years ago, prom photos, and some when you were younger. He sighed deeply, a despondent expression laying upon his face. “I don’t know. I just don’t understand. She fucking whines as if I don’t give her enough love, but every fucking waking moment and night before we fall asleep I show it. I just don't understand, (Y/N). I try to be a damn good man. Am I not?” With serious eyes, he locks contact with yours making your heart pound.

“Of course Negan,” You pulled a strand of your hair behind your ear, gripping his large hand in your small hand, making him bite his lip seductively at the innocent touch. “I wish I had a man like you. It’s so hard finding a good one.”

He caressed the side of your cheek, softly sighing in awe as he moved closer. “Doll, I don’t see how you have trouble finding a man. You’re so fucking gorgeous, every little inch,” Your heart thumped in your chest and you became familiar with the presence of how blood tasted as you bit your lip so harshly from the want. As your robe fell off your shoulders, he groaned softly, placing a blissful kiss along your exposed collar bone. “And oh so sweet and intelligent. I’d want you, baby. I want you now.”

A pleasant murmur escaped from your lips as you crawled onto his lap. “I need you, Negan,” You breathed heavily in be delight against is lips as he continued kissing them passionately. “What- What about dad?” You whined, digging your nails into his shoulder as his kisses became more aggressive.

He shook his head, discarding the thought of your father catching the two of you. “He’s drunk as fuck. He won’t be up for a while, doll,”

After you softly tugging on his bottom lip after the kiss, he chuckled softly; his eyes darkening. “Shit, who knew we’d be doing this? I’ve wanted this for so long, baby girl. I’d see how those little boys looked at you whenever you were outside in the yard that day when I was working on your Jeep, and you were tanning in your bikini. God, you looked marvelous. But they can’t compare to how good I’d treat ya, darlin’.”

His fingertips quickened against the heat of your petite body while your eyes remained shut and enjoying every little touch he offered you. This.. this was bliss.

As the sound of footsteps became familiar, Negan quickly sprung from the bed while you pulled your robe over yourself with widened eyes. “Fucking shit, doll. Better go up to your bedroom.” He suggested as he quickly pulled his shirt onto his athletic body.

You pouted as if you were a small child, making him chuckle at your antics. “Don’t worry doll. I’ll be up there in a bit. This ain’t just it.”

Letters

Before Carl, your younger brother, gets bitten by a walker and dies, he writes a letter to you and to Negan; about the secret sinful relationship between you two. Your father, Rick, reads it.

Mentions of death, language, Negan’s vulgar mentions.

Rick’s lengthily fingers covered in dirt and fresh cuts grazed over the vanilla colored envelope marked with your name that instructed in parenthesis that it was for your eyes only. Of course your father was curious. Curious to know why your letter was the only one your deceased younger brother marked for only you to read and no one else. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he couldn’t control the tears that began to form in his icy blue eyes.

He was positive if Father Gabriel were there with him, he’d remind him what a sin it would be to go against Carl’s wishes knowing he’s passed on and reading the letter. It just wouldn’t be right.

A sigh escaped from his flesh colored lips as he placed your letter with the others. Thoughts pondered throughout his cram packed cranium. What if something was really wrong with you and only Carl knew? What if something were happening in the family and you weren’t happy?

Your father swallowed his pride and quickly grabbed your letter with steady, curious hands. His heart raced quicker and quicker by the minute he unfolded your letter from the envelope; his eyes beginning to scan throughout Carl’s handwriting.

“    (Y/N)

Hey Sis, it’s your little brother. I’m really going to miss you. I’ll miss our long walks through the woods; hunting for things we need, even when dad tells us not to and to stay in our rooms. I’ll miss you stealing the hat off my head and when you mimic me constantly. I’ll miss you teasing me about my first kiss and Edith. I’ll miss having someone to look up to the way I do you. Even I've never told you, you really are the best big sister anyone could have, “

Tears streamed down Rick’s cheeks as he read the inspiring words your brother wrote to you; wiping the tears from his eyes to continue to read.

“I know we’ve had quite our differences lately. Especially when Negan came into the picture. I noticed you started to act more differently, more like you were hiding things. You stopped asking me to hunt with you like we used to and you went out late at night. You didn’t think I saw you but I did. One night in particular made me turn cold to you. It was the night I found Negan on top of you in your room, kissing you. I felt disgusted at first but I noticed one thing; you were happy. The way you smiled after coming back home from seeing him, the way you smiled that night and whispered to him you loved him. I didn’t understand it and I may never but I want you happy. I know Negan has done bad things but we can all be at peace. I want that for all of you and the saviors. I want you to finally tell dad what’s been going on. He deserves to know where your happiness is coming from, even if it’s Negan. I just want you happy and if Negan makes you happy, I’ll be okay with that. I love you, Sis. Always. CARL.”

Your father felt fury all throughout his body as he finished reading the letter, clenching his fists and jaw angrily. He was shaking from it all; feeling as if he were going to have a breakdown. Knowing you were seeing someone as disgusting and low down as Negan behind his back, and knowing you were having sex with him, set a fire inside him off.

A soft giggle escaped from your flushed lips as Negan’s plump lips dragged down your neck. “Baby, don’t bruise me. Everyone will see.” You bit your bottom lip in satisfaction as he cradled your petite body that laid on his much larger, taller body. He chuckled in amusement at your reply, his eyes admiring the way you looked. “Shit, let them see, doll. Let them know you’re mine.”

Negan cursed as he heard his radio go off, grabbing it from his pants that laid on the floor beneath you two. “Sorry darlin’, prolly some dumbass fucking shit up.”

“It’s Rick Grimes. You better fucking answer, you son of a bitch.”

Your eyes widened as you heard your father’s voice.

Negan’s eyes lit up in anger at the way he spoke down to him all of a sudden. “Aw shit, Rick the fucking prick. The hell you talking to me for?”

“Carl, he- he died, and he wrote a letter to (Y/N) and said he knows you and my daughter were together. You fucking piece of disgusting shit! You ruined her, you ruined her innocence. You took that from her!” Rick’s voice roared through the radio making your ears ache at the sound.

Both yours and Negan’s faces softened at the mention of Carl.

“C-Carl’s dead?” You croaked with tears in your eyes, dropping to your knees.

An expression of empathy and pure sorrow plastered across Negan’s face as he pulled you closer to him; cradling your head as you sobbed.

“Shit..I’m sorry about Carl..I truly am,” Negan’s voice trembled as he responded. He wondered if he should be more considerate because of Carl, but hearing your father say he ruined you angered him. This relationship began with consent from both parties, not just Negan.

“But your daughter is a grown damn woman and she wants me almost as much as I want her and you’re going to have to live with that, Ricky boy. I didn’t take anything from her that she didn’t want taken. But damn it.. I’m sorry about Carl. I wanted him to be apart of things and I had plans. That kid..” Negan inhaled air into his lungs as he felt tears in his hazel eyes form. “That kid was the future.”

“The only future is one where you’re dead! Stay the hell away from my daughter! Carl is already gone, I don’t need you taking her away from me!” Your father hoarsely exclaimed with venom and bitterness imbedded in his tone.

This isn’t the most ‘romantic’ imagine with Negan, but I always thought this would be a good plot. I have more imagines I’ve saved that I’ll post that are different.

“Damn darlin’,” Negan purred lustfully as he caressed your flushed cheek with his lengthy, tan fingers. “You look beautiful, baby.” You giggled softly, shivering in excitement as you heard his raspy, deep voice echo throughout your eardrums. The sweetest sound your innocent ears have ever heard. “More beautiful than your wives, baby?” You inquired, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear; glancing up at the intimidating, alluring man with eyes full of curiosity. Usually Negan would end up pissed off if you spoke anything of his wives, and you didn’t want to ruin this moment. You slowly ran your fingers through his salt and pepper beard making him quickly shut his eyes and bit his bottom lip. “Please don’t get mad, Negan.” “Doll, they couldn’t compare to you.” He responded, grabbing your fingers that were rested against his beard and placing slow, sensual kisses along them.

Valentine’s Letter

“Well, darling, as you know, I’m not the sentimental type at all. Writing this shit just very well might be the most tough thing I'll ever do. Anyways, Happy fucking Valentine’s Day, doll. You honestly do so many things to me, and I’m not just talking about our sexy times. Although, they’re amazing as hell, too. But on to the sappy ass shit you’re waiting for, I sit and wonder how could a woman so breathtakingly beautiful from the inside out, love a man like me? I’m nothing special. I like killing. I like the sound of a cranium being shattered to pieces. Somehow you’re okay with that. You’re okay with me being an asshole. You’re okay with Lucille, too. You’re even okay with me still loving my deceased wife who I mistreated and named my bat after. I was worse before I met you. I had multiple women; so many I couldn’t count. I only found pleasure in killings. But shit, when I first met you, I was speechless and that says a whole fucking lot. You were breathtaking; so precious that I knew God had to have molded you in his vision and replied, “ It’s a tough world but you’ll make it better.”

You sure made mine better, baby girl.

I adore the way you jump up and down so excitedly when you execute a walker perfectly, because we both know you can’t aim for shit. And the way you cuss at me whenever you’re pissed at whatever the hell I did that day, because we both know you don’t enjoy cussing like I do. I love that precious smile that lights up a room. I admit, I’ve gotten onto a lot of my men for staring at you and admiring your beauty. Shit, even took out a few because I couldn’t bare the idea of another man loving you the way I do.

(Y/N), I love you. All the little things you do have made me fall in love with you.

When I first experienced this feeling, I was so confused. It has been ages since I’ve felt like this. I’d wake up and you were all that was on my mind. I’d see you and my heart would pound so much out of my chest that I thought I was having a motherfucking heart attack. Thanks for that, by the way. Don’t think I’ll ever recover from that. But most of all, you made me not want to harm others as much. Your soul is as vibrant and as calming as the warm sunshine on a Spring day. I love the way you wake up my old ass every morning by jumping on the bed. I love the way you make me feel, princess.

You are perfection in my tarnished and tainted eyes.

I’m actually crying because during our hug and photo op, Jeff caressed my head like this. The biggest blessing. Thank you Lord for letting me meet my love who inspires me. I never will get over this.

Dallas Winston | for my bff

                                        Baby, I’m a sociopath

                                               “Dallas, I just- I don’t think I’m up to see you tonight. Sorry. Take care.” 

                                   9:05 PM.  From Emily Rose.

Dallas listened to the voicemail with his fists clenched angrily; a burning sensation stung like a uncontrolled fire within his athletic body. His troubled mind couldn’t find a solution to the problem; To why you didn’t want to see him any longer. He began to make up completely unrelated scenarios in his head. Am I ugly? Was I too forward? Did I say the right things?

He paced along his marbled living room floor, running his fingers through his matted up, sweat covered dark locks. “What’s the fucking problem? What did I do?” He croaked hoarsely, eyeing his cellphone in his hand with a devilish expression written across his face. “Fuck, I love you, you bitch. You’ll love me back too.” He instantly threw his cellphone against the tan colored wall; shattering it to pieces.

His obsession with you became unhealthy. No, he did not want to kill you. To him, your beauty was too breathtaking for him to tarnish. No, you were a masterpiece God painted. He only went on two dates with you and he became hooked as if he knew you for years. First, to a coffee shop on main street in the middle of Brooklyn, the other a bowling alley and ice cream afterwards. You were phased and thought Dallas was a sweet guy. Although, he acted socially challenged and you began to fear him. After the second date he’d double text you goodnight and you thought it was normal. But the next morning you woke with 22 unread messages. “Did you have a nice time?” “God, Emily you drive me crazy with your beauty.” “Goodnight.” “Sweet dreams love.” “I guess you don’t want to speak to me anymore. Stuck up bitch.” It was incredibly scary to you. You stayed up some nights and watched Lifetime movies where he man became infatuated and allured by the woman, so much he began to stalk her and grow an unhealthy obsession. You were positive it was likely to happen to you after receiving those texts messages.

“Maybe you should put a restraining order on this creep.” Your friend, Angel, responded to you after you sending her the creepy texts. Although, it wasn’t that simple to you. You liked Dally but you were frightened. You thought he was a very sexy, charming man but you knew it wasn’t worth this hassle.

“Haha you should be flattered. The dude is crushing majorly on you. It’s kinda hot when a guy is so struck with you.” Angel replied to your text about how you turned him down for the date tonight.

You rolled your eyes in an annoyed state of mind. “Yeah, it’ll be hot when he guts me to death and throws me in a river. Angel, this is serious.” You texted back quickly. You bit your bottom lip, stretching your weary body along your twin sized bed. Hey, guess I can tell my family I actually have a guy in my life and he’s now freakishly obsessed with me. Yay.

You giggled quietly to yourself, sighing dreamily as you pondered in your thoughts. All two of your friends declined movie night at your home so you decided to watch Justice League alone. Your mother was working late at her job and your father was on a business trip; Typical week nights.

“Wow, Henry Cavill is perfect.” You replied to yourself as the movie began, grinning as you gushed about your celebrity crush.

“Hello.” From: Dallas.

You cursed to yourself as your eyes scanned the late night text. You slowly typed a message back but erased it, placing your phone beside you. It would be best not to tempt him. What the hell does he want with me anyways? All you did was smile, laugh at his jokes and sometimes flirt back over text but nothing serious.

“Wow, can’t respond back but you can watch a movie. You’re so rude.” Insert wink emoji.

Your eyes widened instantly; your heart rate increasing at the trauma that you feared would happen. He’s watching me. You gasped in terror as you ran towards the front door. You remembered you took your dog for a walk today and forgot to lock it back. Of course it had to be today.

You pranced to the door and found it was already cracked open; tears forming in your blue orbs. “Oh my God. No.” You whimpered barely audible, covering your mouth with your hand.

“My love, don’t cry. You’re too beautiful.” His husky like voice purred. Although, he was no where in sight.

You quickly turned your head to face the direction his voice was coming from; your long blonde locks covering your face as you did so. “What the fuck do you want, Dallas?” You answered back angrily, removing the strands of hair from your face.

With no reply from him, you slowly walked into the kitchen, hearing the floor creak slightly making you wince. Your steps were slow and silent. “Dallas?” Your innocent eyes studied the room frantically. He was like a panther in the night.

A pair of large hands covered your eye from behind making you whine instantly. “Shhh, guess who baby girl?” His voice was light and his words rolled off his pink tongue like sweet honey. Your knees became weak and you wanted nothing more than to feel his soft lips against yours roughly.

“Fucking Dora the Explorer, am I right?” You hissed venomously as you struggled in his abrasive grip; kicking frantically. He was a much bigger person than you so the idea of you escaping was highly unlikely.

His expression switched to a dark, cold one; his jaw clenched. “Fucking stop,” He pushed you against the wood countertops making you groan in pain. “Sweetheart,” His hot breath tickled your ear as he pressed his plump lips against your earlobe. Your teeth captured between your rosy red lips as you watched him do so with wondering eyes. “I suggest you stop with that smart mouth bullshit, okay?”

You slowly nodded, “O-Okay.” You answered fearfully as you blinked your mascara covered eyelashes. He removed his lips from your ear, facing you with lustful eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just can’t get enough of you.”

Your chest rose repeatedly as you tried to catch your breath, your fists clenching at the audacity of him. “You didn’t have to break into my damn house, Dallas. Why did you?”

He chuckled darkly, biting his bottom lip as he eyed you. “You left the door unlocked.”

“Please just leave. What do you want me to do?” You inquired as you looked deeply into his chocolate colored orbs.

He sighed deeply as he inhaled your scent, pulling you closer. Somehow, you felt hypnotized. Confused.

You slowly moved your head towards his, pressing your full lips against the corner of his mouth to taunt him. His grip tightened on along your waist as he snaked his arms around you.

You instantly pressed your lips against his blissfully, allowing for him to kiss you back for a moment.

You didn’t want to stop but you knew your limit.

“There,” You pulled away with a smirk plastered across your angelic face, kicking him in his private area; earning a groan of intense pain from him. “I wanted to do both those things for your information.” You whispered sensually into his ear causing him to widen his eyes. Both from awe and confusion.

War

Summary: The all out war between your people and the Saviors finally unravel worse than before. Negan locates you with Judith at Alexandria; in hiding. Although, he’s more worried about seducing you rather than the war happening.

Warnings: Language, Negan’s vulgarness.

The deafening vibrations from the disastrous bombs echoed throughout your tiny home. Your home that may not be here by dawn. Your fragile, weary body shook in complete fright as you covered Judith’s sensitive ears; cradling in a miniature ball under the kitchen table as you held her protectively.

You were positive your father, Rick, was unharmed and being the peacemaker as usual. Although, a part of you was still concerned for the safety of him and your little brother. Numerous thoughts ran throughout your frazzled mind. Why did this have to happen? Who’s going to die? Am I going to die?

You felt sick to your stomach as your mind pondered towards the dreamy yet psychotic bastard that started all this shit; Negan. Shit loads of bombs were being set off and you held your baby sister in panic, yet you were reminding yourself of his presence.

Judith began to whine loudly; light green snot running down her now redden button nose and traveling down her neck. You quickly frowned, grabbing your tattered shirt and wiping her nose. “It’s okay baby girl. It’s okay,” You cooed, cupping her small cranium in your hands as you cried softly to yourself. “Daddy will be home soon.”

After a brief moment of silence, you heard familiar venomous laughter fill the space. “Daddy is home sweetheart.” The sight of black boots as they stood at the door, was all your eyes were exposed to but you knew exactly who it was.

You instantly gasped in terror, bumping your head on the kitchen table as you jumped. “W-Why are you here?” You rubbed your head to ease the jolt of pain from the friction of the wood.

Negan chuckled at you in amusement making your cheeks redden in embarrassment.  “Darlin’, I suggest you remove yourself from under that table. I can’t see that pretty face.”

You crawled from under the table; your eyes meeting Negan’s feet. You slowly glanced up at him with your doe like eyes, capturing him by surprise. “Shit, doll, I’m enjoying this view.”

You scoffed in disgust as you helped yourself up, placing Judith in her high chair. The war was finally happening and all he was concerned about was making sexual advances towards you.

“Looks like your beloved Alexandria is going down in flames, princess.” He stated as his tongue came in contact with his lips as he analyized you, a smirk plastered across his bearded face.

You clenched your fists in anger, shutting your eyes as you faced the opposite direction. “Isn’t that what you wanted? My dad, my brother and the rest of my family might end up dead. Possibly me too but I don’t really give a shit anymore.” You choked back tears as you faced the wall.

Negan blocked you so you were pressed against the wall. “Sweetheart, first, I did not want this to happen. Your hard headed motherfucking father caused all of this to happen. He could have surrendered like he was doing but no, he had to be a major dick and mess shit up. And do you really wanna die?” His tone was demanding at first until he softly whispered the last sentence.

“N-No but I’d die for them,” Tears streamed down your cheeks as you cleared your throat. “Negan, if you have to kill anyone, kill me and please stop this. My family doesn’t deserve to die.”

He caressed the left side of your cheek with his gloved hand, the other wrapped around your throat as he lightly squeezed to taunt you. “Baby girl, no way in fucking hell would I kill such a beautiful creature. Fuck, I’d be insane to do so.”

You gulped as you locked your eyes onto his. “You are insane.” A slight grin appeared along your full lips making him cock an eyebrow from surprise.

He chuckled in amusement, running his pink tongue across his pearly white teeth as his hazel orbs traveled along your face and body.

A loud boom from a mile away echoed throughout the room making you scream, latching onto his elongated abdomen.  

“It’s okay baby,” He whispered calmingly into your ear, placing a soft kiss below your earlobe. “You’re so fucking irresistible. Even during a fucking explosive attack, I can’t help but me allured by you.”

You bit your bottom lip, slowly yet sensually running your lips along the corner of his mouth making you earn a groan of satisfaction from him.

“What if my dad finds out?” You inquired between kisses as he pressed his soft lips roughly against yours.

“You’re an adult, sweetheart. Plus, he’s not here right now. He has more shit to worry about rather than us doing this.” He lifted your chin with his finger making you look at him.

You licked your lips before smashing yours onto his blissfully. You felt as if Negan was right. This could very well be the end and it didn’t matter what sins you were committing.

His strong hands wrapped along your petite waist as he continued to kiss you, biting down on your bottom lip. 

Your father slowly creaked open the door; gun in his hand as he searched throughout the house.

As he made his way to the kitchen, the slick sounds of kissing and your giggles filled the room. His eyes instantly widened in terror as he studied the scene in front of him. “You fucking bastard. I swear to God, I will kill you!” Your father roared at Negan making you gasp loudly. Negan chuckled, wiping his lips to taunt your father even more.

Suddenly, your father tackled Negan to the floor with a thud. “I come back for my fucking daughter at my home and you’re with your hands all over her, you son of a bitch!”

After Rick threw a couple punches, Negan grabbed Lucille and slugged him across the abdomen making him fall to the floor in pain.

“I can’t say it wasn’t fucking worth it, Ricky boy. Don’t make me do this now, Rick. I’ve got plans for you. Cut you up in little bitty pieces, feed you to the dead and make you watch,” Negan bowelled, groaning from the force as he hit Rick once again with his bat.

“Negan, please stop!” You covered your mouth in fear, tears forming in your eyes as you watched the scene play before your eyes.

He chuckled at you, throwing your father into a shelf of books. “That’s when I’m gonna kill you, in front of everybody.”

Rick breathed heavily, gripping his wounds in pain as he glared at him. “Do you ever shut the hell up?”

A smirk toyed onto Negan’s lips as he chuckled. “Nope. You know your kid right there volunteered to die for you and those sorry shits out there?,” He motioned towards you with a devilish smirk. “What kinda kid you raise, Rick? I’mma fix her because I like her. I came in for a chat and shit, I got a fucking intense make out session. I’m disappointed there couldn’t be more but your sorry ass walked through the door and ruined everything. But before you know, she’ll be one of my wives.”

Rick clenched his fists as he angrily punched Negan several times. “I’m gonna kill you. I’m going to.” Your father sounded as if he was losing his sanity as he repeated himself several times.

Negan chuckled dryly as he returned the punches, throwing Rick out the window as he saw him trying to grab his gun; the glass shattering everywhere from the force.

Your mouth was agape as you watched in shock, tears rolling down your rosy cheeks.

“Let’s head back to my sanctuary, shall we?” He replied as he picked up Lucille from the ground, exposing his hand out towards you to see if you were willing to accept the offer.

We All Gotta Float Sometime.

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Your weary legs wobbled throughout the abandoned forest, with a jolt of intense fear suddenly emerging from with in your oddly fatigued body. You were terrified; froze in your footsteps. You felt as if you haven’t slept in weeks. You slightly gripped your stomach as you felt nausea creep upon your digestive system.

“Oh, God, help me..” You whimpered sickly in a tone that was barely audible as you fell to your knees in agony. You began to plead to God to take this strange pain away from you. It was like the feel of death rematerializing deep within your system.

“Want a balloon, pretty girl?” A squeaky voice, as if it were imitating a child’s, yet in a man’s booming voice, inquired.

Your knees were still pressed against the green grass that caused your white skinny jeans to be stained with the plant. You slowly glanced up to meet the stranger’s eyes, instead your colored orbs bounced across a silhouette of a tall man in a clown’s suit that held a strand of a dozen red balloons. Your gut wrenched even more as he spoke causing you to groan in pain.

“Come here, to me..” He requested calmly as he began to breathe heavily; his chest heaving up and down. A mischievous grin swept across his face as he released the balloons from his grip. Your mouth came agape as you analyzed the man’s face; sandy brown hair, light colored eyes and structured facial features that complimented it. The pain abruptly washed away as he revealed his face. You felt as if you were healed, instantly lifting yourself up from the cold hard ground and walking towards the unique stranger. He grinned happily, aggressively pulling your figure onto his slender body.

You gasped softly as his red lips came in contact with your earlobe. "Ready to float, doll?” His voice immediately changed causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Before you had a chance to respond, the dozens of balloons popped in your face which left behind crimson red blood that splattered on you. You screamed loudly causing him to giggle in amusement at your manor. His sandy brown hair switched to a burnt orange color, his eyes glowed and appeared darker, and he was much more taller with clown make up matching it all. You struggled to get away in terror as his grip appeared tighter along your petite body.

Moments later, you found yourself wrapped in your blankets on your twin sized bed.

You sighed in relief. “It was only a dream.”

You switched to the right side of the bed, quickly screaming loudly in fright as the clown from your dream laid beside you in bed, giggling.

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Sweat droplets covered your forehead as you sprang up from the bed, throwing the blankets off your body. Loud breaths escaped from your full lips as you held your chest, shutting your eyes in final relief. The dream was finally over. More like nightmare, you corrected yourself.

You recognized that clown.

If you last recalled, his name was ‘Penny’ something. He was a vicious, murderous clown that ate children. He was known in Derry for killing a child named Georgie. The Loser’s Club became known for battling him. The whole town knew of him after their interaction. He was suppose to be hibernating for another seventy five years so no one really has batted an eye over the monster anymore.

But why the hell were you dreaming of him? You weren’t a child. You were in your early twenties. Plus, how did he even get into your dreams? You haven’t thought of the notorious ‘Ronald McDonald’ killer since you heard of the murders and that was more than ten years ago.

Maybe because it was Halloween night?

Yeah, that’s why, you convinced yourself. You were watching horror movies all evening long and that must have plagued with your innocent mind.  

It just felt so real, so vivid.

You could almost taste the salty blood from the balloons that popped along your lips.

You lightly slapped your face to wake yourself up. “Shit, (Y/N), you’re really losing it this time.”

You jolted in fear as your phone beeped, signaling you received a text message.

“Wanna come to a Halloween party?” From: Isabella.

You groaned tiredly as your fingers typed along the keyboard.

“I feel weird as hell, Bella. I don’t know. I’m sorta tired.” Sent.

“PLEASE. I need you. Jeffrey will be there and I need your help on how to attract him.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at her comment.

“I’m not much of a partier, Isabella. You know that.” Sent.

Numerous crying emoji's appeared from her next text causing you to groan loudly.

“FINE. Be at the party in 20. Sent me the details.” Sent.

“YES! THANK YOU!”  She then sent you the address and the details of the costume party.

“Damn Isabella.” You cursed, throwing your phone onto your bed.

You didn’t have a costume this year because you thought you were too old for this Halloween thing.

You chewed along your bottom lip as you pondered of ideas, searching thought out your tiny apartment.

You gulped nervously as you opened your dresser drawer to find a clown kit make up package. Your younger brother gifted it to you Halloween to use and it needed to be used.

Your hand began to shake as you grabbed the red lipstick. You felt sick to your stomach as you applied the makeup identical to Pennywise’s.

He isn’t in Derry anymore, you reminded yourself. It was only a dream.

You jumped as you startled yourself by looking into the mirror. You looked just like him. Only a female version.

“Be there in 5.” Sent.

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You shut your car door, hearing your high heels click against the pavement as you walked to the front door of the house party. You were rather nervous tonight. You weren’t your old self and you could tell. The dream really spooked you out.

Several guys whistled and made explicit comments as you walked past them.

“Hey Pennywise, I wouldn’t mind you taking a bite of me.” One suggested with a smirk plastered across his face as he chugged his beer.

You made a disgusted face as you opened the door. “Fuck off.”

Isabella squealed happily as her eyes met yours. “(Y/N), you made it!” She hugged you before studying your attire and makeup.

“If you’re going for looking hot yet scary as hell, you’re doing a good job.” Your best friend complimented causing you to roll your eyes playfully and giggle.

“Thanks.” You responded blankly as you took a sip of a drink from a plastic red solo cup.

Her expression softened, “What’s wrong, girl? You’re acting weird.”

You instantly shook your head, denying her comment. “No, I’m fine. Just a bit tired, that’s all.”

She nodded her head, understanding. “Oh yeah, can you find Jeffrey for me? I think he might be upstairs.” She responded as she batted her false eyelashes.

You sighed softly, “Sure thing.”

You were pissed at your so called best friend for caring more about a guy rather than worrying why you were acting different. You were losing your mind and no one seemed to bat a eye about it.

Your stiletto heels clicked loudly as you walked up the stairs.

“Jeffrey? Where are you?” You called out to him, your eyes skimming the room.

“In here!” You heard a voice call out. 

You walked towards the other room to find Pennywise and all his height stand fearlessly in front of you with a murderous smirk along his red lips.

“Ah, ah, ah.. Nice look, doll. Are you making fun of me?” He puckered out his bottom lip to act as if he were upset.

Your eyes widened as your body backed up against the closet door. “How are you fucking here?”

He giggled loudly, “I woke. Now, do you want to float, little girl?”  He mocked you by looking down on you.

You began to sob as he gripped your jaw, mumbling things you couldn’t make out.

“Aw, pretty thing, don’t cry. We all gotta float sometime.” He stated with a chuckle as he ran his gloved fingers through your hair.

Suddenly, you felt his crimson red lips smash onto yours roughly. You stood still in shock, feeling him continue to kiss your lips until you whimpered, feeling him draw blood from your lip as he bit it.

His tongue licked the blood from your lips. “Delicious.”

With that, he disappeared.

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Never really thought of writing something Pennywise but Bill did an amazing job and since it’s almost October, I felt like writing this. I only write Negan but I’ll let this slide this time.

Jeffrey is so precious and a blessing. 😍

Personally, don't ship Negan and Rosita because she does try killing him lmao but I got bored and I'm pretty proud of this.

May I Dismiss Myself?

“Kid, pass the motherfucking rolls, would ya?” Negan’s husky voice responded as he took a long sip of his sweetened lemonade that you prepared. Carl simply shot him a death glare, remaining still as a statue.

You gulped nervously as you felt a lump in your throat form. “Carl-” You cleared your throat, noticing your reply sounded more like a croak. “Pass him the rolls. Now.”

Your younger brother hesitated but finally obeyed your command as he passed the attractive, older man, the rolls that were lightly buttered to perfection.

Negan’s hazel eyes scanned you seductively as Carl handed him the bread, his teeth coming in contact with his bottom lip as your eyes met his. A dry chuckle escaped from his lips as he continued making your heart pound even faster than it already was.

“Shit, looks like you’re smoking hot sister likes being dominant, doesn’t she?” His tongue flicked across his bottom lip, smirking devilishly as he maintained eye contact with you.

You bowed your head as you sat in the chair, avoiding eye contact. His seductive appeal was already making you feel anxious tonight, but him complimenting you in such a explicit manner made it even worse. Yes, you liked Negan. Quite a lot actually. Way more than you were supposed to.

Carl angrily pursed his lips, “Stop talking about my sister that way.” He practically demanded as he quickly stood from the table with his fists clenched.

Negan watched in amusement imbedded in his eyes as he chuckled loudly, slamming his fists on the table. “Now, that fucking shit is hilarious. A one eyed little bitch telling me what to do. So cute. I advise you to go up to your room, kid.” His tone became more stern at the end of his sentence making you feel queasy.

He had an intense stare down with Carl that could practically stop a war causing you to speak up so your brother wouldn’t be ripped to shreds. “Carl, go up your room. I’ll bring you some dessert, okay?”

Carl scoffed angrily at your bizarre antics. Around Negan, you were putty in his hands and your brother finally was suspecting it. “Fine but I don’t think dad is going to like you kissing Negan‘s ass like you have been.”

With that reply, he left you alone with Negan.

You nonchalantly sipped your lemonade slowly, your hand shaking in the process. Thanks a lot for making me look a fool, sweet brother, you thought.

“Well damn, that shit was embarrassing as hell!” I’m sorry you had to witness that, doll.” Negan responded as he licked the butter off his fingers causing you to lick your lips.

A snicker of amusement escaped from your full lips. “I’m used to it.” You began to cut your steak with your knife until your felt a hand squeeze your thigh making you slightly jolt.

A smirk plastered onto his face as he recognized how nervous you were. “Didn’t mean to startle you, doll. You just look so beautiful tonight.”

You gulped, biting your bottom lip as his eyes met yours once again. “T-Thank you Negan. May I be dismissed from dinner?”

A smirk toyed onto his lips as he arched his eyebrows. “May you be dismissed? You’re talking to me like I’m your daddy. I like that. But why the hell do you want to be dismissed? Do I frighten you, baby?”

His face was only a couple inches from yours as he pushed your body against his which caused your back to came in contact with the stove.

“Um.. uh n-no. I just feel sick, that’s all.” You stammered skittishly, quickly pushing past him to make your way up to your bedroom.

He chuckled darkly as he watched you jog up the stairs, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I don’t believe I said you were dismissed, doll.”

You ignored him, instantly shutting your bedroom door. You were aware you were acting like some freak around him, and running away just because he was so attractive wasn’t such a valid excuse. It was foolish.

You jumped in your skin as you heard a loud knock interrupt your pondering. “Maybe your sick from your cooking, darlin’. You need to add some fucking seasoning more often. Just sayin’.”

Your eyes widened, scoffing at his obnoxious suggestion. “My cooking is fucking excellent!” You declared as you opened the door forcefully.

He chuckled amusingly, licking his lips as he performed his signature lean. “It damn well is, sweetheart. I know how women are sensitive to their cooking. Just wanted your fine ass to open the door and stop acting like a little kid.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “I-I’m just feeling a little under weather, Negan.”

He pouted playfully as if he felt sympathy for you, his hand slowly sweeping across your forehead to your neck where he caressed sensually. “Don’t feel too hot, baby girl. You don’t look sick. Are you lying to me?”

You gulped as you nodded slowly “You just make me feel really nervous. You make me feel so different than other boys do.”

He licked his bottom lip, removing a strand of hair from your angelic face. “That’s because I’m a man, doll. I could tell you weren’t sick anyways. Just all hot and bothered, huh?”

You scoffed playfully, pushing him away as you walked back into your room. “You wish!”

He jerked your arm back into him, placing his lips onto yours blissfully. You let out a sigh of satisfaction, continuing to feel his satin like lips press against yours.You grinned in the kiss, feeling his teeth against your lips. “You should have done this earlier.”

“Now you’re dismissed.” He excused you, smirking as he winked at you before walking down the stairs.

Stealing Lucille

Summary: You rebel against your father’s orders and steal Negan’s trusty barbed wire bat. After he almost loses his mind trying to find her, he pays Alexandria a visit and see’s that you had it the whole time. But even that doesn’t stop him from taking a liking towards you. Warnings: Language & Negan’s vulgar mentions as usual.

“I can’t believe you took his bat! Are you insane or some shit? Dad would be so pissed at you if he found out.” Your younger brother bellowed as he anxiously paced in a circle along the dining room floor, removing his signature cowboy hat from his head and running his fingers through his dark hair.

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic Carl portrayed the situation to be. Yes, taking Negan’s little bat was risky and your father would be furious, but taking it was fun and your father happened to not be around so it was convenient. After the big bad man took everyone’s things, you decided to perform a stunt that would equal pure revenge. The only thing Negan showed attachment to was his barbed wire bat he carried everywhere like a child would with their favorite stuffed animal.

“Carl, are you serious right now? Dad’s gone scavenging for those assholes so he doesn’t give a damn what we’re up to. Negan took from us so we might as well play a prank on the son of a bitch. Doesn’t seem too extreme to me..Unless he cries his eyes out.” You responded bluntly with a snicker of amusement at the end of the sentence.

A sigh escaped from his lips as he walked past you with a disappointed expression. “Fine, let Negan come up here and rip you to shreds, or worse, he’ll ask you to be his wife. You know, we all see the way that pervert stares at you.”

You hid the blush that appeared along your cheeks by covering them. Negan stared at me?

You couldn’t help but feel flattered in some way. Even if he was a mad man who needed some serious help, you couldn’t deny the attraction you had towards him. Something about his wicked antics fascinated you. Not him bashing heads in, but the way he presented himself. He was definitely a leader, even if it wasn’t the good kind. He was interesting.

You cleared your throat to distract from your pondering of Negan. “Carl, make yourself useful and get us some lemonade. We at least have some of that left.” You demanded flatly as you placed your hands into the hot dish water, rinsing pots and pans.

Your brother obeyed as he left the house with a loud huff. You didn’t mean to be so rude to your brother but he took things too seriously. It’s just a bat and can be returned tomorrow.

Your eyes shifted towards the bat that rested across the chair, with anxiety running throughout your body. You quickly dried your soaking wet hands on a spare towel and picked up the weapon.

You eyed the barbed wire covered bat with curiosity imbedded in your eyes. What bat has that kind of meaning to a person? What was so special about it? Your fingers softly stroked the barbed wire, careful not to cut yourself. “”Lucille, why is Negan so obsessed with you?” You inquired to in inanimate object, tilting your head to the side as you admired her.

Carl grabbed the ingredients for the lemonade from the pantry and headed back towards the house where you were. He was awfully angry at you, but still, it was hot outside and he didn’t want to be shacked up out there for hours sweating like a pig. Especially if Edith was around.

His expression suddenly changed, quickly blinking various times as he noticed Negan’s RV parked at the gate. He instantly dropped the ingredients, gulping anxiously as the man himself jumped out of the vehicle furiously. Even if it was humid as hell, he was still dressed in leather and his scarf.

“Now, I wanna fucking know where the fucking shit my Lucille is! Who took her?!” Negan roared with his fists clenched as he gripped the collar of Carl’s shirt. The way his grip was so intense and the way his eyes darkened made Carl shake in his boots.

Carl backed up in fright, his back colliding with a brick wall as Negan’s grip remained the same tight hold that was close to his throat. “I-I don’t know where she’s at. She’s definitely not here. We wouldn’t do that.” 

Great, I’m going to die over a stupid fucking bat all because of my sister, Carl thought as his breath hitched, inhaling the fresh air so he wouldn’t pass out.

Negan hysterically chuckled at his reply. “Oh, you wouldn’t do that? Where’s your dad? Your smoking hot sister? Looks like this place is abandoned as shit. Like that’s a coincidence after my Lucille is gone.”

Carl’s chest heaved up and down as Negan’s hands squeezing at the collar of his shirt more roughly. “M-My dad’s gone getting things for you, and my sister-” He struggled in his abrasive grip. “My sister is inside.” He shut his eyes shamefully as he confessed to Negan. Even if this was your fault, he didn’t want you to get hurt over this.

“Thanks kid. I owe you a fucking ton.” A smirk plastered along Negan’s face as he instantly released his grip on Carl, heading towards the house where you were located.

It satisfied him to know your father wasn’t there and possibly the two of you could have alone time. He knew you were in your early twenties. Young but not too young. You were spunky, sassy, full of life, and down right alluring. Negan had wives but none of them could amount to the way you looked and the way you carried yourself. Even if he was psycho and crude, he could appreciate someone with a touching soul. It reminded him of his Lucille.

The door swung open where you stood with Lucille draped across your shoulder, a smirk resting upon your full lips. “Looking for your bitch, Negan?”

His eyes widened at the horrific sight in front of him, yet it ignited a fire in a pit inside of him to see you be so dominant. “You? You fucking took my Lucille? I’ve been looking every damn where for her! I almost choked the fuck out of your cyclops looking little brother for this!”

Your heart rate increased as he pressed himself into you, trapping you so you were against the wall. “Darling, I don’t know if this is some little prank to piss me off but this shit isn’t cool. Lucille is my other fucking half and I suggest you not fucking with my other half again,” He responded coldly but in a whisper which frightened you more.

You gulped as you felt a lump in your throat form, and you tightened your clammy hands as you felt his large hands squeeze yours as you were still positioned against the wall. “I-I’m sorry Negan. I just was pissed because all of our things were taken and I knew that bat meant a lot to you so I took it.” You croaked with a whimper escaping your lips. You felt ashamed. You were acting like a bad ass bitch to him, in charge, but now you were surrendering again.

“Aw sugar, don’t cry,” He responded as if he were talking to a baby, faking a pout as he caressed the side of your cheek. “I just can’t believe a little vixen like you fooled me like this. You know, it kind of turns me on yet angers the hell out of me,” He chuckled dryly as he performed his signature lean. “Shit, girl, you’re making me bipolar as hell. I’m fifty percent more into you now!”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “So, I steal your bat that you practically worship and I’m not in trouble?”

You instantly regretted your choice words as he slowly grabbed Lucille out of your grip, facing you with a wicked smirk and pressing the handle of her without barbed wire horizontally against your throat. You could breathe but barely at the friction.

“N-Negan, are you going to kill me? I’m sorry!” You cried out with sorrow in your voice, shutting your eyes tightly as you feared what you’d see play before your eyes.

He stayed silent for a moment before he roughly pressed his lips against yours, catching you by surprise.

A whimper of satisfaction escaped your mouth as you brushed your lips against his voluntarily, running your fingers through his silky dark locks after removed Lucille from your throat and throwing her on the ground, continuing to kiss you blissfully.

‘Sweetheart, are you okay?” Your fathers voice called statically through the radio that was in your pocket.  

Your eyes widened as Negan lifted it from your pocket. “Yes, Ricky boy, I say your little girl is fine.” 

OMFG IT HALPEMED. HE SAW ME AND TOOK HIS SHADES OFF AND HE'S GORGEOUS. HE TOLD ME, "HEY DARLIN" AND I SAID, "HI OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH" GETTING TEARY EYED AND HE HUGGED ME SO TIGHT FOR LIKE A MINURE AND IT WAS PERFECT AND WE HUGGED ME SO LONG THE CAMERA WOMAN SAIS, "SWEETHEART, LOOK AT THE CAMERA" AND HE SAYS, "WE'RE HAVING A MOMENT" AND HE PULLS ME IN EVEN MORE AND CARESSES MY HEAD AND I DONT THINK HE DID OT WITH ANYOME ELSE. THEN I GAVE HIM BRACELETS AND HE CAME DOWN TO MY LEVEL AND LOOKED INTO MY EYES AND HE SAUD, "THANK YIU. THANK YOU SO MUCH" AND I SAID GOD BLESS YOU AMD CRIED QHEN I LEFT I LOVE HIM SO DAMN MUCH. JEFFERY IS AMAZING AMD SO SWEET. MY DREAM CAME TRUE

I'm meeting Jeffery Saturday and I'm so emotional yet so hype. I love that man to pieces. It's unreal to believe I'm actually hugging and meeting him. @ thank you Jesus.