Imagines / one shots for TWD

10- Negan

"Fuck you, Remus" I spit back in his face. If he wants a fight, he's got one. Don't care who he thinks he is, but I ain't taking disrespect from nobody." Always thinking you can get away with anything, well new flash , you ain't shit " I continue, rage burning through my veins, every word and thought fighting its way out.

"Careful there Y/n , don't treat down the wrong path, all I'd have to do is slit that pretty little throat of yours and you'd be dead" he says with an eerie smirk etched across his face. "No Remus, you better be careful, cause all I'd have to do is go to Negan and tell him about how you slept with one of his wives." I say in a whisper barely audible. That was his breaking point. His eyes turned visibly red with anger, and his forearm meets abruptly with my neck slamming me against the cold wall of the sanctuary. A small bang echoed throughout the hallway. "Shut your mouth you dirty whore" he spits in my face, the pungent smell of his last meal still evident. The pressure of his arm on my neck increasing, stopping me from answering back to him, as I try to inhale air into my lungs.

Remus proceeds to reach into his pocket, but I lift my knee and kick his straight where the sun don't shine before he has the chance to do anything else. "Stupid bitch," he says as he doubles over, letting go of me as I fall to the ground gasping for breath. My lungs burning from the lack of oxygen inside my body. Before I have time to get up and run, he grabs my ankle and pulls me towards him, I kick my legs at him, trying to hit him. He brings out his knife and I see the shiny blade hit the light as it strikes me straight in the thigh. I cry out in pain, but I won't let him get away, I get out my throwing knives and aim right into his abdomen. He manages to dodge it just in time to escape the incoming injury.

Like the coward he is, he runs away. What a bastard. First he cheats on me. Then he fucking stabs me. Idiot. Stupid. I'm done wasting what's left of my life with a guy that can't even use his dick properly.

I use the wall to help myself up slowly limping and gritting my teeth in pain. The knife remained in my thigh where Remus had stabbed it. Blood surrounded the wound, staining my light washed jeans which I had made a point of keeping clean. That bastard ruined my favourite jeans, I'm gonna fucking kill him.

Consumed by my pain, I don't realise coming towards me was no other than Negan. His dominant and powerful demeanour filled the corridor. I bow my head as a sign of respect, No matter how many times I've slept with him, I ain't trynna risk it for a biscuit ya get me.

He speaks no words as he walks closer, I thought he would go straight past me, but he doesn't. He stops directly in front of me, his strong musky smell embracing me. He lifts my face to look up at him using a cold hand. I shiver runs down my spine just thinking of what those hands can do and have done...to me. But my thoughts are interrupted as other shock of pain runs through my body. I instinctly grab my thigh, in an attempt to dull some of the pain.

"Who hurt you?" are the first words he speaks to me, his rough voice filling the empty hallway. "I'm fine," I say trying to not show any weakness. "Don't lie to me darling," he says , his voice now wavering as I detect a hint of anger radiating from it. My eyes searched his for an idea of what he was thinking, and all I saw was murder written upon his face. He looked ready to murder whoever it is that hurt me. But why?

"Answer me" he says once he realised I didn't want to answer him. "Remus, It was Remus..." I say just as I felt myself go faint from the blood loss. I tried holding on to the wall but Negan scooped me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing. A small groan escapes my lips from the sudden movement. "It's okay I got you sweetheart"

He takes me to the infirmary to get cleaned up and bandaged, all the while he doesn't leave my side, holding my hand as I layed down on the bed. As soon as I'm patched up Negan lifts me in his arms again and walks out of the infirmary. "I can walk you know" I say , a hint of attitude coming through. "I don't think so" he says as he continues walking, " Negan put me down," I say. " Darling I've seen you unable to walk many times," he pauses as he looks at me and shoots me a wink " and this is one of them" he finishes.

We pass my room , which is only a couple doors down from his, "where are we going?" I ask slightly confused. " Our room " he replies shortly but sweetly. " our?" I ask as we enter his room. " yes baby , you heard me right, cause I ain't gonna let you go now" he replies. That's just made me even more confused. why wouldn't he let me go? It's not like we're together. I mean sure we've had some fun nights together, and sure he becomes more touchy in public after every time , but I never thought he actually had feelings for me.

He softly lays me down on the bed, crouching beside me and softly caressing my cheek, I close my eyes and indulge in the feeling of his calloused hand on my sensitive skin. A shiver runs down my spine as flashes of our nights together run through my mind. He leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips, pulling away too quickly for my liking. I place my hand on his face, taking in the feeling of his nicely trimmed beard. I pull him in for another kiss, this time longer than the first. He pulls away first. I feel a slight pain as he practically rejects my kiss. "Cmon doll, you've gotta get some rest, there'll be plenty of time for that later" he says, as if he could read my mind and what I was thinking.

"Stay with me," I say grabbing his hand as he stands up. He takes one look at me before coming in bed with me. Cuddling up from behind me, he wraps a protective arm around me, his hand sneakily resting on my boob. His body moulds with mine from behind, and all I felt at that moment was safety and comfort, causing sleep to quickly overcome me.

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It's the middle of the night, and I wake up. The other side of the bed where Negan was laying is cold. He must have left a while ago, but where? As I sit up on the edge of the bed, I try to get up, slowly making my way over to the door. As I open the door, he was right there, filling the doorframe with his figure, a bloody Lucile in his hand, His white shirt stained red, and in that moment I knew what had happened, what he had done. "Get back to bed darlin' " he says as he enters the room, making me take slow steps backwards.

As he closes the door and rests Lucille on the back of it. Quickly discarding of his bloody shirt he's left in his low waisted jeans. what a sight to see. Sinful thoughts invade my mind, but I have to remind myself that this is not the time.

" What did you do Negan?" I ask quietly. "What had to be done sweetheart" he replies simply. Coming close to me , his arms snake around my waist, " no one harms what's mine and gets away with it" he continues as I pull him in for a hug. I know it's wrong, but I don't care, so I say "thank you" placing a soft kiss to his lips.

That day changed everything, Negan became my protector and my love.