This fanfic - the stories in each chapter are NOT my own work. I want to make it very clear that I am not claiming authorship; I'm just saving them here for myself, because I enjoy reading them all the time and thought it would be more practical to...
Summary: Negan and the reader make a bet and the winner gets whatever they want.
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"You are greedy," Negan's voice pressed in behind you as you counted out the win you had after your most recent game of poker with the rest of The Saviors. A wicked smirk pressed in over your lips as Negan moved into your room and closed the door behind him. Negan set Lucille down in the corner of the room before moving over toward your bed and dramatically dropping to the bottom of it. "You don't even smoke those, so why are you so damn competitive?"
"It gives me an upper hand," you answered with a proud smile, finishing up counting the cigarettes that you had won during the game. "I realize I cleaned you out Negan, but...I mean a little competition never hurt, right?"
"Is it competition when you are always winning?" Negan frowned, his hazel eyes searching yours for a moment as he shook his head. His right eyebrow perked up and you found yourself amused. Since you had become a Savior at The Sanctuary, you were always able to win the poker games. You were good at picking up on people's bullshit. Their faces always gave it away and it was easy for you to win at those kind of games. Everyone had something that gave their hand away and Negan was clearly frustrated by your talent. "Tell me your secret."
"It's learning your expressions," you watched Negan reached out to grab for one of the cigarettes and you smacked his hand away. "Oh sweetheart, you have to earn those."
"I am the person in charge. Everything belongs to me anyways, I don't have to do a damn thing," Negan snarled, his lip curling in an expression of displeasure when you snatched the cigarette back from him. "You have a set of balls on you...you know that?"
"Maybe just work on your poker face Negan. You're dimples give you away," you insisted with a wink and moved the pile of cigarettes that you had on to the other side of the bed away from Negan. Negan leaned back and curled his arm around the back of his neck while watching you closely. "They are gorgeous, but they let me know when you are bullshitting."
"I see," Negan slurred, his hazel eyes shifting as he stared out at you. "So for me to get one of those cigarettes, I have to earn it...huh?"
"Oh yeah," you nodded proudly watching him rise up on his elbows to stare out at you. "I worked hard for these things. I may not smoke them, but they are gold here to get people to do what I want for me."
"Fuck, you fit right in here...don't you?" Negan rolled onto his side closer to you. The lack of personal space between the two of you made a breath catch in the back of your throat. Negan's hand slid up and over your side making you look down as his rough fingers slipped up under your shirt. Usually you and Negan had playful banter together, but that was really it. You understood that you were a Savior and not a wife, but it never hurt to flirt. Negan's fingertips traced up and over your torso to right below your breast, tracing the flesh slowly. It caused a chill to fill your body as your lips parted. A cocky smile spread over Negan's features as he dragged his tongue out over his bottom lip. "How about a kiss?"
