leather - negan x reader

chapter twenty-two - wildest dreams

tw: light praising, shitty smut

as i head out to the main area, tara smiles at me. she walks over and hugs me, abel running into my feet. "thought you had to stay five days?" she asks.

"plan changed. how are you feeling?" i say.

"oh, i'm fine. this little one has been driving me up the wall," she says as i pick abel up.

"aunt y/n, i missed you!" abel exclaims as he hugs my neck.

"i missed you too, buddy. i'm sorry i haven't been over much."

"it's okay. will you play dinosaurs with me?"

"only if your mom is okay with it."

he turns to her, sticking out his bottom lip, "yes, please," she says with a sigh.

i chuckle as we walk away, "have you been driving them crazy?"

he nods his head up and down. we walk to the playroom, chatting on our way.

after twenty minutes, he gets bored and asks to go back to his mom. "sure thing, buddy," i say as i lead him back to tara.

"thank you. i needed a break," she sighs.

"of course," i smile.

that evening...

as i take my time in the shower, i hear someone open my door. who the hell has a key beside me?

i hurriedly wash my conditioner out and grab a towel. i step out to see who it was - negan. his eyes are red and he looks incredibly tired. "how'd you get in here?" i ask.

"broke your lock," he answers subtly. we stare at each other for a minute or two before he says, "i had to see you. i'm really mad at you but i can't show it, i'm too tired."

"well, i'm mad at you too."

"why?"

"that's too much to explain," i lie.

"okay, then answer this. why'd you run? what did i do? and fuck," he sighs, pinching his nose, "why the hell are you mad at me?"

"that's answered by what i said before."

"answer me, y/n. please give me a fucking answer. say something so i can go home and go to fucking sleep. i didn't even bring my men. dammit, that was a dumb decision but fuck - answer me, please."

"fine," i sigh, "i'm mad at myself, not you - well, partially you. but mainly me. i'm mad at me for a lot of things and i had to come home. that's why i left."

"i'm not a goddamn detective, i need you to tell me why you're mad at me and yourself."

"because mia left. because kasey, lane, and danny are dead. because i am falling for a man who has multiple fucking wives and beats peoples' heads in with a bat. because gregory killed my men and i can't do anything about it. because i was too busy fooling around to save my men. because i can't do shit right in any aspect of my life. that's why i'm mad. happy now?"

"yes. i'm very fucking happy now."

"are you just going to stand there and look at me?"

"no," he climbs into my bed, "i'm going to fucking sleep so i can wake up and be fucking mad at you." did he have to say fuck in every sentence?

i groan dramatically before changing and getting in bed beside him, "even if we're mad at each other, you're going to sleep in my arms. come here," he says. i wanted to resist him but i couldn't, i scooted closer to him and buried my head into his chest.