Negan Drabbles

They're going to love you, don't worry

"They're going to love you, don't worry."

"I don't think they fucking are, sweetheart," Negan frowns.

"Of course they will. Don't worry about the age gap, my Dad's way older than my Mom."

"He won't see it like that," Negan smiles. "He'll just be thinking about all the shit he does with your Mom and wondering if i do that shit with you."

"Eww, thanks for that disgusting image," she grimaces.

"Come on, he's not much older than me," Negan chuckles.

"Yeah, but you're hot though," she smiles, pinching his ass.

The door swings open. "Hey, pumpkin," her father smiles, wrapping an arm around her. "This must be Negan," he nods, holding out his hand.

Negan shakes it firmly. "Yes, Sir."

"Call me David, no need for all that Sir crap," he laughs. "Well come in, your Mom will be down in two ticks."

Negan stands in the living room as her Dad makes them drinks.

"Your Dad seems alright," Negan smiles.

"I told you he was."

"Here's your drinks," her Dad places a tray on the coffee table. He turns his head. "That must be your Mother."

Her Mother's eyes widen. "Negan."

Shit! "Joanne," he nods trying to keep cool.

"You two know each other?" David asks.

"Erm.. yeah, we coached at the same school a year ago," Joanne smiles uncomfortably.

Negan nods. "It's good to see you again," he smiles as he grabs his tea, trying not to think about how he fucked her in the changing room.