New or Old Love?

Broken Noses and Bruised Knuckles

"Negan-"
"I fucking love her" Negan sighed, holding his head in his hands before beginning to pace back and forth on the beige carpet. He hated it. Negan had never loved anyone since Lucille.

"Is Scott gonna be okay?" you asked, after hearing what the young Saviour did in your absence, you worried greatly for him. Although Scott was more than capable of looking after himself and surviving, you knew deep down that he was still vulnerable. "You know, I'm not sure" Dwight admitted; you felt guilty for leaving Moriarty's Gang behind, but you were happy with Rick in Alexandria. You often thought of Negan, but not often enough that you would go back to him.
"Bring him on your next visit, okay?" you loved Scott in the same way you loved John and Dean: as family. Dwight peeled a bit of flaking skin off his scar and looked at you worriedly, his cobalt-asphalt eyes searching your form for a sign, a clue.
"You know, Negan hasn't slept since you've been gone - at least not properly. He sleeps about two hours a day, and even when he's asleep he calls for you" Dwight sighed heavily and regretted saying the words, but if it meant you would at least be civil with Negan, then he was willing to do anything.
"You want me to be civil with him, D? You want me to be civil with the son of a bitch who cheated on me?" you calmly questioned; if Dwight wanted you to be civil then you would - for the sake of sanity.

"Yes. Just for today, please?"
"Fine."

SMUT SMUT SMUT AHEAD, BEWARE 

"Honey! I'm home" you called, entering the living room; Negan had gone back to the Sanctuary, Dwight was asleep up the stairs, and Rick was sat on the sofa as you walked in.
"He said he loves you" Rick sighed, you sat beside him and took his hand in yours with a gentle squeeze.
"Hey. You're my one and only, Rick. John didn't give us those rings for nothing. He knows we belong" you reassured, squeezing his hand again before placing a chaste kiss to Rick's lips.
"But what if Negan-"
"I'll handle that. Now, how about a treat?" you cooed, wiggling your way between Rick's legs.
"Oh, fuck y/n" Rick growled lustfully, but he pulled you up so that you were now straddling him; you could feel the growing bulge in his pants on your inner thigh as you rocked your hips eagerly.
"Fuck me Rick, please" you begged, pulling his shirt over his head and flinging it across the room; Rick quickly yanked the plaid shirt you were wearing open and he flung it aside before you helped him undo his belt.
"You want me?" Rick asked, gliding your bra off of your skin before taking one of your nipples in his warm mouth; his tongue working tortuous laps on the nub, not even faltering for a second when you called out his name in a whispered prayer.
"Fuck, yes!" you yelped, Rick grinned against your bare breast and slowly worked your jeans and panties off of you, his hands rested on your bare waist as you did your best to help him spring his rock hard length free.
"Oh fuck me, daddy" you pleaded, gliding Rick into your dripping wet core before rocking your hips until you and Rick found a rhythm; your hands latched onto Rick's chest as his stayed still on your waist, Rick's mouth settled on your neck as he began to leave toxic erotic hickeys on your delicate skin.
"Call me 'daddy' again, baby girl" Rick ordered, thrusting his hips up into you; sending sparks through your body that had you nearing your release, Rick began to breathe heavily as your name left his soft lips.
"I love you daddy" you mewled, your voice unable to make a noise as Rick kept driving you over the edge.
"Y/n" Rick dominantly captured your lips with his, sending you into the abyss as you clenched around him and as he spilled his seed inside you.

"Hey, I just- JESUS FUCKING - HOLY FUCK!" Negan was mortified to see you and Rick on the sofa, bodies intertwined, stark naked with Rick still inside of you.
"Negan, fuck off and take that oversized ego with you" you sleepily mumbled fidgeting on top of Rick before falling back asleep.
"Babe, Negan ain't here" Rick mumbled, placing a lazy kiss to the top of your head and yawning.
"Morning sleeping fucking beauty" Negan grinned, startling Rick out of his mind.
"Negan, I told you to get the fuck out" you groggily got up and pulled your clothes back on, Negan turned away until you were fully dressed.
"The only reason I'm here is because Dwight isn't at the Sanctuary and you were the last person to speak to him, so-"
"He's fucking sleeping, you ass. He'll be at the Sanctuary when I feel he's gotten enough sleep" you growled, by now Rick had gotten dressed and was standing beside you with a hand on your waist.
"You don't get to fucking speak to me like that, princess" Negan clenched his jaw and stared down at you with steely hazel eyes.
"What're you gonna do about it?" you mocked, firmly standing your ground; Rick swallowed thickly and his grip on your waist only grew.
"Y/n, just let him take Dwight back" Rick urged, desperate to keep the peace.
"Listen to lover boy, y/n" Negan cockily grinned; you couldn't help yourself and before Rick could stop you, you decked Negan - right in the nose.
"Ah! Fuck!" Negan exclaimed, wiping the raining blood from his nose and growling lowly.
"Should've shut your fucking mouth" you hissed, turning around and walking away - Rick didn't follow you, instead he helped Negan over to the medics' house.

"She fucking decked you?" Dean gasped between laughs, when Negan got back to the Sanctuary, with Dwight, he held a meeting between himself and Moriarty's Gang. Once he explained what had happened, none of the Gang could stop laughing - Dean especially.
"Yes! She broke my fucking nose too" Negan whined, a small glint of pride laced within his voice as he spoke; he was proud that you could throw such a punch, but he would never admit it.
"Well, it does kinda serve you right" Scott shrugged, he knew that you were in a difficult place - just as he was- and that Negan showing up after a heated night with Rick was probably the last thing you needed.
"I'm so proud of 'er" John wiped a tear from laughing away and leaned back so that his back was against the wall.
"It's not fucking funny" Negan growled, his grip on Lucille tightening so that his knuckles turned whiter than cigarette filters and his chest heaved.
"Really? You, mighty Negan, the big bad wolf, got decked in the face, and got his nose broke, by y/n, a woman younger than him by a few years, shorter than him, and less powerful than him. It's fucking hilarious!" Dean leaned forward and clutched his sides, trying to control his laughter but completely failing as the loud, almost braying noise, escaped his throat as he struggled for air between laughs.

"Are you okay?" Rick asked attentively, your knuckles were badly bruised from punching Negan and breaking his nose, but other than that, you felt relieved.
"Yeah. Negan's a nice guy, but sometimes it just gets too much and he just seems like a fucking asshole" you sighed, although Negan had treated you more than well, he still cheated. You thought he was yours, but you guessed you were wrong. However, now you had Rick, someone who truly loved you and would never cheat.
"You threw a good punch, y'know. John would be proud, Michonne and Carl, too" Rick chuckled at that, knowing that once word got around, you would probably be receiving flowers and gifts from the likes of Jesus, Ezekiel, and anyone else who Negan was a tyrant to.
"Oh god, don't encourage me" you chuckled, turning to look at the door frame, where Carl was leant with a proud smile.
"Sup, kid?" you teased, reaching your free hand out to him as Rick wrapped up your bruised hand to keep it from further damage.
"Sup, y/n" Carl sat beside you and smirked when you waggled your eyebrows at him whilst Rick focused on making sure that your hand was wrapped enough to prevent you from cutting your knuckles open or breaking them if you punched someone again.
"I'm guessing you heard already huh?" you nudged the young Grimes by the shoulder and smirked when he stifled a laugh.
"Yeah, you fucking-"
"LANGUAGE!" Rick scolded, Carl rolled his eyes and you let out a giggle.
"You broke Negan's nose" Carl's tone made it sound as if you were a superhero, which made you a little glad that you did punch Negan.
"Well, y'know, a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do" you shrugged; once Rick was finally done mummifying your hand, he sat on the floor between your legs and sighed contentedly.
"What're you gonna do if he comes back though?" Carl inquired, for a teenager, he was still oddly curious - but he was fiery and courageous as well.
"I'm gonna try to sort things out" you said honestly, causing both Grimes men to look at you with wide, cobalt eyes.