leather - negan x reader

chapter nineteen - sweet

tw: teasing (idk if it warrants one but better safe than not)

an hour later, negan gently wakes me up so the doctor can check on me. he was an elderly man and he seemed nice so i didn't fuss when he poked and prodded me.

"i'm worried about your head. dr. knowles filled me in on your burr hole procedure you had done and all the incidents. i specialized in neurology and i really think it would be best if you stayed here for a few days. other than that, you'll heal just fine," the doctor says.

"thank you," i say as he leaves.

"looks like you won't have to miss me after all," negan says as he climbs in bed beside me.

"mhm," i murmur as i pull the sheets up. a question randomly pops in my head, "if i'm staying here, where am i staying?" i question with closed eyes.

"right here in this bed, love. wearing my shirt. which i guess you'll just have to lay completely naked while it's being washed," he says.

"i'm sure you'll enjoy that."

"oh, i'm looking forward to it."

"speaking of laundry, where is my jacket?"

"combover dude has it, i handed it to him when i brought you in."

"m'kay," i say as i pull the sheets up more.

"you cold?"

"a little."

"i know just the solution," he says as he stands and heads into another room. he changes into sweat pants and climbs in bed with me. he carefully maneuvers me so my face can be on his chest while the rest of me lays flat. "that better?"

"a little."

later that night...

"hey," negan gently says, "gotta get up again, i'm sorry. you need to eat."

"not hungry," i groan.

"nope, we aren't skipping dinner. c'mon wake up, you can eat, take a shower, then go right back to sleep."

"i guess," i say as he helps me up. finally, i see the extent of my damage. i was covered in random bruises and some dried blood lingered from cuts. "jesus christ, i look like shit."

"that's why you're gonna shower," he helps me up and takes me to his shower, which he already had turned on. "this is gonna hurt, but we're gonna do it super quick so it'll be over," he says as he pulls my bandaid off.

"ow," i complain.

"i know, i'm sorry." he helps me into the shower after undressing me. "i'll be right back, stay still," he says before heading back to the bedroom. when he comes back he climbs inside with me, still dressed.

"you're not taking your clothes off?"

"why? do you want me to?" he asks with a cocky smirk.

"could be a small possibility," i smile at him.

"stop trying to get into my pants and lean your head back, love. plenty of time to get into them later."

"you know, you can be nice. maybe you're not 100% an asshole," i smile at him as he washes my hair carefully.

"that your way of saying thank you?"

"mhm," i close my eyes as i relax. he chuckles before rinsing the shampoo out. my eyes stay closed as he applies conditioner, then he slowly washes my body with soap and a rag. "ouch," i groan as he gently goes over the cut on my chest.