Savior

The Perfect Fit

Negan strolled into the living room, sitting himself down on the couch opposite to Carl. He sighed heavily as his back hit the couch.

"Hey," Negan called softly, quickly getting Carl's head to turn towards him in response, "I've been thinking about something, and I want your opinion on it." He kept his voice a bit soft, to prevent it from carrying too much.

"Ok, what is it?" Carl asked suspiciously, not entirely sure what was about to be thrown at him. He tilted his head after he asked - just like his dad.

Negan bit at the inside of his cheek, hesitant to speak. "I uh - I'm thinking about proposing..." Negan stopped talking suddenly, as if he had more to say - but he didn't.

He watched as Carl's eyes went wide, a smile tickling at his lips. "Proposing to my dad?" He asked loudly;a bit too loud. There was now a full blown smile on Carl's face.

"Shut up" Negan whispered loudly, and Carl tucked his lips inside his mouth. "Yes your dad, who the fuck else?" He scoffed sarcastically, smirking a bit. Carl giggled softly, his cheeks turning red slowly.

"I think you should do it. I don't see why he would say no." Carl said simply, turning his attention back to the tv for a short moment.

What if he does say no? Would our relationship even be the same afterwards?

Negan breathed in deeply, holding it for a few seconds to calm himself. "Well, I'm afraid he'll say no. I mean - I don't think he would either, but it's still a fear in the back of my mind." He admitted softly, frowning a bit.

Negan knew he wanted to marry Rick only a few months into their relationship - he's perfect and, the way he's treated Negan, is the best he's ever been treated. He fell in love with him so quick. He wants to be with him for the rest of his life. Rick is his sole mate.

Carl let out a small chuckle, "he wouldn't say no, trust me. I just know." He brushed off Negan's concern within seconds. He knows his dad, he knows that he loves Negan, he knows he can't go a day without him. Of course he would say yes.

"Ok, ok...I'll do it, just give me some time." Negan said as he stood up, making his way over to Carl, ruffling his hair. Carl smiled up at him warmly, cheeks still a light shade of red.

It was early in the morning, Rick was in the kitchen making coffee. The soft light glazed his back, shadowing his muscles. Negan stood in the doorway, appreciating the view he was given.

He slowly walked up to Rick who was facing the counter, pouring coffee into a cup. He wrapped his arms around Rick's naked stomach, resting his chin on his shoulder.

Rick jumped a bit in surprise, coffee droplets scattered on top of the counter. "Jesus christ, Negan." Rick breathed out heavily, "what are you doing up? It's early." He kept his voice low, but not soft, as he just got the shit scared out of him.

Negan chuckled softly at Rick's reaction. "I couldn't go back to sleep, and I missed you." He said innocently, taking in Rick's light scent.

"Negan, I got out of bed like half an hour ago, how can you miss me?" His voice pitched in curiosity, feeling the need to hold back his laugh towards Negan. But, needless to say, Rick was glad he had someone to spend time with before work - as Negan would always sleep in, only seeing him once he got home.

Negan huffed out a breath. "I just did, ok?" Negan's tone changed a bit, he was irritated. He squeezed Rick tighter, his body pressing against Negan firmly. He started to place kisses to the side of Rick's neck, hearing how his breath hitched.

The feeling of Negan's beard against his neck, made Rick shiver. He loved it, and always found himself getting lost in the simple touch. As Negan's wet, hot lips continued to trace kisses on his neck, Rick felt himself having to hold back moans. Negan knew this was Rick's biggest weakness - he always gave into him after kissing his neck in all the right spots.