Negan x reader

pt. 22

"Shall we begin?"

Carl I and sit in the living room and I straighten out my dress. "Like I said I don't know too much. Honestly I had never met Rick till I came here with Negan." "Yeah, why the hell are you hanging around him?" Carl asks and I tilt my head. "He treats me nicely, plus he's a very attractive man. And I've found myself infatuated with him." I explain to my younger sibling. "But back to the matter at hand." "He's not nice or kind. He's a power hungry killer." Carl interrupts. I find myself becoming pissed off and look into his eye. "Did it ever cross your mind, or Rick's, that I had already thought about that?" I question as I fidget with my fingers. "Or that I've been so angry at him that I've punched him in the face and that's where his bruise came from?" "And what about the bruises on you?!" "These weren't from him! These were from two of his stupid men throwing me onto the floor!" The shouting match had started but I started to take some deep breaths and calm myself down. "Now do you want to know about my momma and your daddy or are you just gonna act like I have no idea what I've gotten myself involved with?" Carl looks at me slightly taken back before settling himself into his chair. "Now then. Like I said I never met Rick. I don't know how him and my momma met. But I do know that it must have been me forever you were born. He never came to see me. Never paid child support unless he was made to. And I never understood why." I finish and look down at my hands. "I still don't understand why." I sigh and look at my half brother. "It's difficult ya know? Knowing you have a dad somewhere out there but also knowing he wants nothing to do with you. Feeling that he didn't want you so much that he started a new family. Feeling like you just weren't worthy of his love. Or really worthy of any love." A tear pricks at my eye and I look away. "I'm. I'm sorry." Carl starts up but I get up. "It's not your fault hun. Now, I need to go for a walk or something." I smile and go to the door to grab my parasol. "You can go ahead and stay here. I just need to get some air." I finish and open the door bumping into someone. "Sorry." I apologize and look to see Negan infront of me. He smiles at me and brings me back into the house. "Little over whealming I know. But now I've got a minute so I want to do something with you." Negan tells me and has us walk into the bathroom.

I set my parasol down and look at him as he shuts the door. "Everything okay Doll?" Negan asks me. Man why is it you only want to cry when someone asks how you are? Tears start up but I dab them away. "I'm fine. Just. It's just a lot." I sigh and Negan opens his arms. "Come here." He motions for a hug and I take him up on the offer. His scent fills my senses and I can feel myself calming down. "Hey, I was feeling like a shave. You wanna watch?" He asks and I look up at him. "Sure. Just let me." I smile and kiss his scruffy cheeks. "Ok now you can." "Hey it's gonna be back soon." He chuckles and I giggle. "I know. But I just wanted an excuse to kiss you." Negan laughs and kisses my cheeks. "Now we're even." I blush with a small smile. He picks me up and places me on the sink. "Look at you sitting pretty." He smirks before biting his lip as I cross my legs. "Pervert." I smirk and look away. "You love it." Negan states as he gets his stuff ready. "I like that razor. Very Sweeny Todd." I say as Negan begins to shave his face. "Heh yeah. Hang on a sec I'm not gonna find out you've got a knife or blade kink am I?" He smirks at me and I blush bright red. "Hmm?!" My reaction makes Negan laugh as he continued shaving. There was something rather sexy about it. I might just be mentally ill though. "Can I try?" "You wanna shave ya face?" Negan jokes and I roll my eyes. "You know what I mean." He contemplates it for a second then hands me the razor. "Just don't kill me. And remember against the grain. OK doll." He explains and I smile nodding. I go to take off my gloves but he stops me. "Go ahead and keep them on." "Ok." I agree and get semi close to his face. Slowly and carefully I dragged the blade as he instructed. It was enticing in a way. There was a sexual tension in the air that was intoxicating. As I finished shaving Negan's face I cleaned him up and took a glance at his lips then back to his eyes. "Done." I say with a slight smirk as I hand him back the razor. He feels his face and nods with a smile. "Good job doll. Might have you do it for me from now on." My lover smirks at me as he tosses the blade on the sink. "Here, have a feel." Negan takes one of my gloved hands and places it on his cheek. Through the lace I could feel that I did a good job. Once again I found myself glancing at his lips. I knew I had noticed because in almost a second I was picked back up onto the sink and Negans lips were on mine. Immediately I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. He went from kissing my lips to kissing my neck as he stood between my legs. A small moan escaped my lips as Negan bit my neck. He smirks against my skin and goes to bite again slightly harder. The pain felt delicious. I wrapped my legs around him as he left my neck and looked me in the eyes. "You're so fucking pretty right now." Negan sighs lifting my chin. He kisses my lips softly and I feel safe. That is till someone knocks on the fucking door. "Fuckint crist." We mutter in unison causing me to laugh.

The two of us come out and there's a man about Negan's height with short brown hair and a button up shirt. Him and Negan get to talking and I don't bother to pay attention. Can't be that interesting anyway. "Hey doll, you wanna watch me beat this guys ass at pool?" Negan asks drawing me back to reality. "Sure thing. I don't mind."