leather - negan x reader

chapter eight - dangerous woman

RIP William 'Bill' Lucking❤️ aka Piermont 'Piney' Winston.

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tank, how have you been?" i say as i take a seat by him at the bar. i have to force myself to pull it together. mia and i snuck side glances at each other as i continued talking to tank.

god, i wanted her. and i wanted negan. who was i supposed to choose?

the choice would be obvious if i was brave enough to tell mia, she's been my best friend for ten years and i've known negan for all of five minutes. but that's not my only problem, i wasn't over danny. a part of me never would be, but the rest of me needed to move on. and that's what tank was for.

i feel terrible about using him. it was completely wrong and awful. but i'm gonna do it anyway. i continue flirting with tank throughout the night and then invite him outside for some air.

"i'm really glad you talked to me tonight, i don't think i ever would have worked up the nerve to do the same," tank smiles. he places his hand on my thigh.

that should be mia's hand. that should be negan's hand.

"i am too," i smile back at him. his touch wouldn't have had an effect on me if i didn't crave any touch so badly. probably if i didn't wait two years either. i turn to him, looking in his eyes before placing my lips on his.

his kisses are rough - and not the good kind of rough. they aren't what i crave. but like i said, i don't think i'll ever get that.

he pushes me back against the bench, his hand sliding under my shirt. i pull back from the kiss, "not here. follow me," i smile at him, which he returns.

the next morning...

i sit up, wrapping the sheets around my naked body. last night was not incredible. it was like it was with austin - my ex before danny. boring, plain, and simple. no fire, no lust, no anything. i still craved for more, but i couldn't. i drop the sheets on tank and make my way to the shower. he better be gone when i'm done.

after showering, i step out. he hasn't left, of course he hasn't. he blinks his eyes open and watched as i dressed. "mornin'."

"morning," i reply as i dress. "about last night-"

"it was incredible," he interrupts. yea, i'm sure it was, tank, for you.

"tank, it was a mistake. now you'll look at me differently. i'm your boss and it just can't happen. it's just-"

"it's okay, y/n. i kinda sensed that from you when you brought me in here."

"and you had sex with me anyway?"

"we were using each other. i needed to get over victoria, you needed to get over danny. and before you say it, i won't tell anyone," he stands to get dressed.

"thank you, tank. and i'm sorry about using you, i just-"

"had to. i know. i'm sorry too. you're a great gal and an even better leader. but i see how you look at nails and that other night at the party, you looked at negan even more intense than you look at her. take it from me - and hell, even yourself, be with who you want while you can. before they leave," he kisses my cheek. "see you downstairs, boss."

damn, well that was the most confusing thing anyone has ever said to me. i pull the sheets off of my bed and replace them with clean ones, then take out the trash.

after i finish cleaning i get ready, then head downstairs. it was 7:30, nobody was up beside my mother, tara, donna, a few other girls, and the babies. i take my usual spot at the kitchenette, "you're up early. and so is tank," my mom says with a suspicious look on her face.