leather - negan x reader

chapter two - renegade

"well shit, this'll be just so fun," i say as i swing the door open to the meeting room. they wanted me to seduce him. of course they did.

when big phil came back from his scouting rotation, he had some news. i wasn't there when they made the plan, i was watching abel for tara. she needed a break and i loved spending time with him. 

while i was gone, phil told them about negan's wives. his many wives. and how i was his precisely his type. phil said he knew exactly how to get to negan. 

me. i was the one who would meet him and offer an invitation to a party. there, jax and i would intimidate him. we'd make him be our friend. 

i slumped down on the couch while chibs laughed, "not gonna be that hard, kid. he obviously has quite the fantasy goin' on there."

"can't blame him," tig adds while tipping a beer bottle up. 

"you all better be sober and fucking perky tomorrow. to hell if i'm doing this alone."

"'course we will be, snipe," happy smiles. 

"i'm not worried about you," i glance to tig and bobby. "our pretty princesses over there aren't ever sober," i chuckle. the only time they were was when we ran out.

"drinks down, boys. boss wants you sober," chibs takes their drinks and puts them in the fridge. 

"they're gonna go flat," bobby groans. 

"they sure are. do your liver a favor and take a break," i smile at him.

"you're lucky i love you," bobby complains.

"love you too, old man," i say before walking over to mia. "guess who gets to seduce a man tomorrow."

she chuckles, "good for you. maybe he's cute."

"yea, maybe," i groan, "that's not even the worse part. my brother - my own fucking brother - told me to - and i quote - be slutty and sexy. that's not words i ever want to hear from any of these men."

"you'll do fine, y/n. i mean, you've already got tank's attention," she subtly motions to the handsome man that always found himself staring at me. 

"i've always got his attention. thinking of using it tonight."

"about damn time, it's been a year." she was referring to danny - my late husband. "oh - i'm sorry. i didn't mean to offend you. it's just, you know, you've gotta get back out there."

"i know. it's fine. but anyways, we'll see what happens tonight."

that night....

i in fact did not sleep with him.

i couldn't bring myself too. i overthought it, like always. maybe if i wouldn't have banned all the alcohol for the night it wouldn't have been as bad. but i did. i needed to think like a leader, which means not sleeping with one of the men i'm leading. 

and now i'm doubting my skills. if i couldn't bring myself to even approach tank, how could i get negan in bed and then hold a knife to his neck? i wouldn't kill him, of course. i'd just scare the shit out of him. let him know just how serious we were. but i couldn't even talk to tank. 

instead, i found myself hashing out plan details at the table with jax, chibs, and opie. not about tomorrow, but rather the 'thing' with the mayans' sister club. 

alvarez decided he would take in calaveras. the same club who tried to take out the guys in the garage. the same ones who took juice's cut. the good thing was that we had the plan, just needed to decide on when. it had to be before the party we'd throw with the saviors, but after we introduced ourselves.