ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: He's everything you should fear, yet somehow everything you crave. One night. One decision. And no turning back.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: AGE GAP / LOSS OF VIRGINITY / SMUT / LANGUAGE / ANGST / CUNNILINGUS
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ: It's been way too long since I've written anything about Negan—who makes a heart race and the thoughts dirty. This one's been a long time coming; please bear with me.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
You hadn't seen him before, not like this. The way he walked into Alexandria, like he owned the place with that grin that made you gulp in a way you hated to admit. Negan. The man who'd haunted your nightmares, the man who had killed Glenn, Abraham—friends who mattered. You had heard of it, of course. Everyone had—the infamous Negan—the man who controlled the Saviors.
And he didn't come alone. Of course, he didn't. His Saviors stood right behind him, all armed and ready to kill whenever he told them to.
Rick was already waiting near the gate of Alexandria, looking more than just nervous while trying to act like he wasn't following Negan's orders. But you could see it in his eyes—the way his body was tense like he was trying to remember how to breathe around this man who had broken him several times by now.
And that was it. The first time you laid eyes on Negan.
He went over to Rick immediately while the rest of the group watched silently, and you couldn't help but watch too, unable to look away.
"Negan," Rick greeted, in a way like he was trying to hold on to some dignity. "What do you want this time?"
"Oh, Rick, Rick, Rick," Negan said, clicking his tongue. "Always so goddamn polite." He let out a laugh, stepping toward him. "I'm here for my shit, as usual. You know how it goes. Supplies, gas, and food. Everything you can manage. And you sure as shit can manage that, right?"
Negan looked around then, his eyes looking over the rest of the group. He seemed amused as he watched the faces, and when he caught your eye, you felt it. That feeling. That weird moment where it felt like the entire community was watching. It was short, but it was enough to make your heart race.
And then he was back to Rick, giving him a pat on the shoulder that made him visibly flinch.
"You've done well, Rick," Negan said as if Rick were some dog that had finally learned to roll over. "Now, if you've got any more of my stuff, we can end this real quick, and I'll be on my way. You sure as shit don't mind a little bonus, do you?"
You hated the way Rick flinched and how he didn't say anything. He just nodded.
Then Negan's eyes were back on you, and this time he didn't look away, while that grin of his turned into something a little less mocking and a little more... calculating. There was something about the way he looked at you—like he was trying to figure you out, or maybe just taking his time with the show.
