~Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Reader shorts~

Not the Type ~Negan~

~Your pov~

I hummed to myself as I walked through the office, "hey Y/n" spoke my good friend Simon, "I'm throwing a party tonight...you in?" he asked as I thought for a moment, "sure, I'm down...black tie? What kinda party?" I asked as he smiled, "wear whatever you want" he told me as he walked off. I nodded and walked over to my boss's office door. I softly knocked, "come in" his voice rang out from the inside, I walked in and saw my very attractive boss Negan sitting behind his desk, he was leaning against his arm, his ring and pinky fingers were against his cheek, and his middle and pointer fingers were close to his eye as he held the phone with his other hand. 

He held up a finger, I nodded and stood by the door with some files in my hands. I stared at him, he was wearing a black suit, no tie, and his white dress shirt had two buttons undone at the collar. "Rick, I don't care if you're having a hard time or not...get me those reports or your ass is grass," he said into the phone as he hung up. "Yes, Y/n?" he asked looking at me, "I've got the reports from Daryl on floor four," I told him as he gestured for me to come closer, I walked over to him and handed him the files. "Thank you," he said as he took the files, "is there anything else you need sir?" I asked as he looked at me and shook his head, "okay" I nodded as I walked towards the door, "are you going to Simon's party tonight?" he asked as I stopped and looked at him. "Yes sir..." I nodded as he glanced up at me, "then I'll see you there" he simply said as he continued to look at the files, I smiled a little as I left the office.

~Time skip~

I walked out of the bathroom, still drying my hair, "what should I wear tonight?" I asked myself as I looked over the clothes in my closet. I smiled to myself as I grabbed some clothes. I put on a black crop top tank, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a pair of black heels. I put my hair up in a messy bun, put on some makeup, and then left for the party at Simon's house. Once there, I climbed out of my car, walked up to the door, and rang the doorbell. Simon opened the door and grew a smile, "welcome Y/n" he spoke as he moved aside and I walked in. A bunch of our friends who worked on the same floor as we did was already there, as was Negan who wore a white t-shirt, an unzipped leather jacket, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black boots. He laughed loudly as Dwight said something, "guys, Y/n is here" Simon spoke as we walked up to the group, "all right, don't make sure a big deal about it" I mumbled as Negan looked me up and down. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked at me, I ran my hand up my arm, "all right! I'm gonna take some shots. Dwight! You told me you were gonna try and match me shot for shot" Simon said as the group went off to do their own thing. "You look nice" Negan spoke as I smiled a little at him, "thank you, sir," I said as he chuckled, "we're outside of work...you don't need to call me that...it's just Negan," he told me as I smiled, "okay...si-...uh Negan" I whispered as he smirked a little. I was a little uncomfortable because parties weren't my thing, "you okay?" he asked as I nodded.

"Just...parties aren't my thing. I prefer to stay home, curl up, and read a nice book" I told him as he smiled, "you want a beer?" he asked as I shrugged, "not much of a drinker" I told him as he smiled and handed me his beer, "try it before you decide if you like it or not" he told me as I raised the bottle to my nose and sniffed it. I scrunched my nose at the smell, "smells awful" I said as he chuckled and moved to sit next to me. "You drink it...not smell it" he joked as I chuckled a little, I raised it to my lips and took a sip. As soon as the taste hit my tongue I wanted to gag, and he laughed. "Here" he spoke as he handed me a small trash can, I spat it into the trash can and gagged. "That's disgusting," I said as he chuckled, "okay, you're not a beer type of girl..." he said as he stood up, "we're gonna find out your poison," he said as he held out his hand I took his hand and he led me into the kitchen were Simon was taking shots. "Okay, we've got tequila, vodka, whiskey, and a bunch of other shit...what do you want to try...if you try a clear liquor then you can't try a dark one," he told me as I cocked my head slightly, "trust me" he spoke as I smiled, "uhm..." I looked at the bottles and saw one called Tequila Rose. "You wanna try it?" he asked as I nodded, he smiled and poured us some shots. "When you take a shot, you gotta swallow it quickly, don't let it sit in your mouth," he told me as I snorted, and he chuckled. "Perv," he said as he held up his shot, I held up my shot, "salude" he spoke as we clinked out shot glasses together and took the shot. I swallowed it, it was very sweet with a kick behind it. "Holy shit that's good," I said as he chuckled, "oh! Before I forget Simon...I brought something" I said reaching into my pocket, "what is it?" he asked arching an eyebrow, I smiled as I pulled the little baggie out, and his eyes widened. "Fuck yeah!" he shouted as I laughed, "it's the good shit, and there's only enough for a blunt, and a bong," I told him.