✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒: twd imagines

my savior; negan smith

(    MY SAVIOR.   )
negan x fem!reader.

story setting:
saviors base
— season 7

warnings:
mentions of rape, violence,
abuse, angst,
and sensitive subjects

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"please- please don't," you say, voice shaking as you uttered the words under your heavy breathing. everything was pitch black without a clue as to where you were being led. the man took hold of your wrist and dragged you behind him, not giving you much of a choice.

you struggled against his grip but he was much too strong for you. as if being tossed in the back of a truck and hauled off to this strange place wasn't punishment enough. the man burst into your holding cell and placed a blindfold over your eyes. ordering you to not scream or he will slice your tongue clean off.

unaware of where you were heading with the now tear soaked bandana turning everything into a black void. you could make out the faint rattling of a door handle. as the door creaked open you were shoved forward falling face first onto a fluffy surface.

"y-you don't wanna do this."  you say with your saddened tears being soaked up by the darkness. "i do," he answered, there was a noticeable shift in the bed as a hand gripped your other wrist and pinned them above your head. you squirmed uncomfortably beneath his touch not enjoying the feeling of being powerless.

you wanted to scream, you wanted to call out for help, but he had your hands tied. you jolted slightly at the feeling of his hot breaths against your neck. his lips made contact with your collarbone, and as he kissed across your neck you felt a wave of disgust wash over you. wanting to throw up as his teeth nipped at your soft skin.

"mmm... your hair smells amazing." he moaned out as he continued to bite down on you. you struggled against his hands, needing to get away before this creep went any further. legs flailing as you made a failed attempt to kick him off you.

the man managed to shift into a position where his body made yours unable to move. he leaned down to your ear and whispered, "oh come on, don't be like that, let me have my way just this once, and your free to go." he bit down on the rim of your ear as one of his hands traveled under your shirt.

a feeling of disgust clouded over you like a rainstorm on a sunny day. tears swelled up in your eyes."n-no... no... no!" you yelled before having a hand placed over your lips making it hard to get a breath. "you know what i said i'd do it you screamed." you squirmed beneath him as a final desperate attempt to break free.

with his hand over your mouth, you did the only thing you could think of and bit down. immediately his hand was yanked from your mouth. "you bitch." your attacker hissed grabbing your jaw. you felt the coldness of metal run over cross your bottom lip.

"well shit, hello there. i couldn't just turn a blind eye to a damsel in distress, or what kind of fucking pussy would i be?" you heard a new voice speak up. in an instant, your hands were freed from your attacker's grasp. the man who had once held you down and forced these disgusting ideas on you now was fearing for his life.

"negan, i was just-" "you do fucking understand that you broke one of the golden rules, rapey davey." negan sang with an unpleased tone lacing his words. footsteps entered past the doorway, shaken by the seriousness in the new arrival's voice you kept the blindfold covering over your eyes.

"wait- negan i'm sorry, just give me a second chance i promise this won't happen again!" you listened as david groveled on his knees and begged for mercy. the man in charge chuckled heartlessly sending a cold shiver down your spine.

"are you seriously apologizing to me and not the unwilling participant you almost slid your dick into?" he scoffed and the room fell dead silent. after all, that cowering at negan's feet, his ego was too big for his own good.

"you know what she should be the one who chooses whether you live or die. just say the word malady." there was nothing to think about. his life was now in the palm of your hand. the man who assaulted you and had his sights set on raping you was now the one who was pleading for forgiveness. the tables have turned.

you nodded your head. "do it." you said. some whimpering and sweet words came from your attacker's mouth. but you were smarter than to believe the words that came out of his filthy lips. "welp the lady has spoken." the sound of dripping followed soon after negan spoke. there were struggling gasps before a loud thud hit the floor

he saved you. there was a gentle hand that took hold of the cloth covering your eyes. the man who saved you from being raped removed the bandanna. the outside world was blinding to look at after so long of keeping the outside light out. "well hello there gorgeous." negan cooed with a small grin tugging at his lips.

your watery orbs sent a river of tears pouring down your red rosy cheeks. the man who did this to you was gone, so you had no reason to keep on crying. but that didn't stop the droplet from continuing to fall. "shit i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make ya cry." he said in an apologetic tone.

you looked at him with your shimmering eyes. there was a shift in the bed as negan took a seat next to you. you felt him place his thumb under your eye and wipe away your tears. "oh honey, your alright, no ones gonna hurt you." he reassured you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling your body closer to his.

"that fucking jackass isn't gonna be bothering you anymore, and i made certain of that." negan said with a big cheshire cat grin. though you couldn't explain it you felt comfortable in his arms. his delicate touch made you feel all warm inside. without warning you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"thank you," you say resting your head on his broad shoulder. he drew small circles on your back as he held you in his arms. you felt close to this person you had only met a moment ago, but it felt like the two of you have known each other for a while. his arms unraveled from behind your back.

"as of right now there's a position open to be one of my wives, that seat doesn't have to be open long if you want to take it." you gave him a confused side glance like a small puzzled puppy. not fully what being his wife meant other than marriage. all you knew is that this guy saved you from being sexually assaulted, and for that, you were in his debt. "i'll do it."

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