the walking dead || x reader one shots

chained - n.s. {♥︎}{male!reader}

WARNING: this chapter contains explicit sexual content! read at your own discretion!

request by: ConnyBricks on AO3

summary: Negan has you chained up in the Sanctuary, paying for what you did. Despite being terrified for your life, you can't help but feel turned on by his threatening dominance over you. Negan notices your whimpers aren't just out of fear, but also arousal. He puts his bat away and thinks of a better way to torture you.

Your head throbs in pain as you're awoken by the sound of a metal door creaking open, and closed again. The cold concrete floor sears your arms as you lay there, slowly waking up. You shakily rise to your knees as you hear heavy footsteps approaching. You hear them slowly circle around you in the darkness, your heartbeat quickening. They eventually stop in the middle of the room, and suddenly you hear a click, followed by a burst of blinding light. Your eyes adjust as you squint up to see a familiar silhouette. You take a second to examine your surroundings, not having much recollection of how you got here. It's a dingy grey concrete room with a dim overhead light and a single table sat in the corner. You try to move your hands to rub your eyes, but you're restricted, and you look down to see your wrists bound by chains connected to the floor. Negan watches as your eyes frantically bounce around the room, trying to recount where you are, and he chuckles. 

"Well good damn morning to you, sir." he growls, stepping closer so he towers over you. You shake as your knees dig into the concrete, helpless and afraid. "Aren't you gonna greet me back, it's only fuckin' polite." his voice booms more threatening than before. You swallow the lump in your throat before speaking. 

"G-good morning." He hums in acknowledgment. His baseball bat swings down from atop his shoulder down to the ground, giving him something to lean on.

"And I never happened to catch your name."

"(y-y/n)." you manage out. Negan smirks down at you, seemingly amused at your obedience. 

"Wow. You are learning those manners quick, (y/n)! So tell me why someone like you, so well-adjusted and intelligent, thought you could get away with coming up in here and shooting up my men?" Negan furrows his brow at you, sending a chill down your spine. You think back to yesterday. Fuelled by the anger pent up after Simon killed half of your camp for no good reason, you came in on a suicide mission, hoping to avenge your friends. 

"They deserved it. After everything they did-" Before you can finish you're cut off by Negan's laughter. 

"Listen (y/n)," as Negan continues, he paces back and forth and gestures with his hands,"my man Simon, he's a huge dickhead, I know it. BOY do I know it...that's kinda why I like him. Now he might've flown off the handle a bit, and truly, I feel for ya. This ain't the first time he's done some wild shit like this! But, we here at the Sancutary strive for fairness. You see, actions have consequences. And I trust that Simon was dealing out your group's consequences, as I have trained him to do." Negan continues to pace as he monologues. You watch him grip onto his deadly bat, swinging it around frivolously. You feel yourself fixated on the hand that grips his bat, the single leather glove, imagining it gripping and pressing on-

"HEY!" you're startled out of your thoughts as Negan's face yells at you, only inches away from touching yours. "You better be listening to me or by god you're in for an even bigger world of hurt you son of a bitch." He stands himself back up, now standing rigidly above you again.

"As I was saying, actions have consequences. And you coming in here, slinging your guns around shooting at anything that breathes was completely unwarranted. And you gotta face the music. Simon killed a few of your people, then you killed a few of mine. And to me, there's really only one way to make this fair pal...and you're not gonna like it..." Negan stares into your eyes and grimaces, giving you a deadly look. You stay kneeling, but you begin to feel a friction in your pants. Your face twists with discomfort and confusion. This man was threatening your life so, why did it turn you on so much? Before you know it you watch Negan swing his bat above his head.