leather - negan x reader

chapter forty-four - crystal

"y'know, when i was just hanging there, all i could think about was you. that's what i dreamed about," i say into his chest. it was about 10 p.m. and he had been urging me to go to sleep, but all i could think about was gregory.

"every night i'm not beside you i dream about you. sometimes it's fucking horrifying but other times it's really, really nice," he insinuates, letting me know he's had wet dreams about me. i expected nothing less from him if we're being honest.

i chuckle, "well, of course. i'm awesome."

"mhm," he sighs, "you trying to get out of sleep? not gonna happen."

"ugh, i know."

"lay still and close your eyes, i'm sure the effects of my charm will wear onto you soon."

i did just that, and he was right. i was out ten minutes later.

i wake to an empty bed, and tara to the left of me. "i think you are free to go today, as long as you keep the stitches clean."

"yes ma'am." i sit up, then the thought hits me, "is there even anything left of the clubhouse?"

"the windows were busted and some stuff was burned but other than that gregory didn't mess it up. the guys have been working on it since we got you back. i think they just have to get one more window in then we're good to go."

"so i'm guessing half sack got buried?" i ask, tears threatening to spill. all this time and i haven't mourned him yet.

"right next to the others," tara replies.

i sniffle, "okay happier subject, how are the babies?"

"they're good, excited to see their aunt that's for sure."

"bring 'em by later, i know you've got to be dying for a break."

"you need to heal before babysitting. plus there's gonna be a ton to do for the club. take it easy. i gotta go relieve gemma."

"sure thing doc."

once she's gone, i stand and head to the mirror. thankfully none of the cuts on my stomach would scar but i had a few on my arms and one on my shoulder. would negan even want me anymore?

"what're you doin'?" negan asks, coming behind me.

"nothing," i murmur, changing into a long sleeve shirt so he didn't have to see me.

"no, don't do that shit. what's wrong?" he asks, sitting on the bed and pulling me to him.

"it's stupid."

"well i love stupid. tell me."

"it's, well i have all these scars now. they're ugly, and what if they gross you out?" i wipe another tear before it falls. it was close to that time of the month so my emotions were running high.

"you are the most beautiful woman i've ever seen. i'll love you no matter what."

"yea but what if it's a turn-off?"

"darlin', scars are sexy. and them on you? shit that's enough to turn me on just thinking about it."

i chuckle, embracing him. his head falls on my chest as he wraps his arms around me. "and this is totally turning me on," he says, his voice muffled by my boobs.

"shut up," i say pulling away with a smile on my face. 

"i didn't say stop," he whines, pulling me back in. 

"your insufferable."

"and you love it," he says, looking up at me before we kiss. he grabs my bottom, picking me up to straddle him on the bed.