Negan & Reader Short Stories

Chasing Shadows

Being dizzy, fell in love, I'm getting through the day
365 loved and counted to the day

You bit your fingernails nervously as you heard the compound members fighting down the corridor. Simon and Dwight were trying to calm the angry mob with little success.

Between the shouting a familiar whistle began to echo through the halls. One you didn't think you would ever hear again.

The calming rumble of Negan's voice settled the frantic butterflies in your stomach. You had heard all kinds of rumours through the grapevine, none of which being optimistic about Negan's whereabouts.

You heard Negan dismiss the crowd and they soon began going back downstairs in an orderly fashion as if nothing had happened.

I'm thinking what I did, everything that I've said, that the year got the best of me
One thing about time it waits for nobody

Negan took a calming breath as he began walking towards his private quarters. He told himself that he was just going to take a brisk shower before starting to sort out the shit storm he was well and truly in the center of.

He turned the final corner and his heart pined in longing at the sight of you stood in your bedroom doorway. He hated seeing the look of worry on your face, especially when he knew that he was the sole cause of it.

"You okay doll?", he asked softly as he stopped in front of you.

"More importantly are you?", you asked as your eyes traced the walker guts covering his once pristine jacket.

He took hold of your hand and led you into his private bathroom without another word.

I'm breaking my rules, do it my way,
oh I got stung like a bee

The second Negan let go of your hand you began to strip. You knew the usual drill whenever he brought you in here.

"Slow down, we're not in a fuckin' race", Negan told you which came as a surprise. He peeled off his gorey jacket and dropped it onto the floor of the shower. You leaned back against the sink in just your underwear while he rinsed the guts off his prized possession using the shower head. You watched the black and green puss swirl as it spiralled down the plug hole until the water eventually ran clear.

"Hang this on the radiator, please", Negan held out the clean, wet jacket to you. You nodded without question as you took the jacket and lay it across the top of the radiator beside you.

Negan removed his less grimey white shirt and pants before removing his briefs and socks too.

We raced the glow
Shakin' on the floor
I'm trouble, you know
You find us where we fall
We're chasing shadows

Negan stepped into the shower first and you removed your underwear before joining him. On any other day he would have pinned you against the wall and fucked you until his problems vanished into thin air. But after the trials of the day he just wanted to bathe in your companionship before he would inevitably have to leave you again.

You took the shower head off the attachment on the wall and began to rinse his body. You then used a small bar of soap to massage and soothe his tense muscles.

"Lean your head down", you told him and he bowed his head for you. You began washing his hair, making sure to rinse out all the suds before telling him he can lift his head again. "Can I do anything else for you?", you asked quietly.

"You've done enough, thank you", he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You knew something was wrong because of how polite he was being.