Happy Birthday you x Negan

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Negan x female reader
Warnings: age gap, daddy kink, swearing, SMUTTT, virginity loss, car sex...yeah...

My first smut imagine so dont judge please👏
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It was your eighteenth birthday. How could you be so sure? Well, you've kept your diary with you ever since the dead took over the world, and that had been two years ago. It's also been two years since Negan found you all alone on the side of the road with only a water bottle and a few granola bars left in your backpack. From the moment you got in his car, you felt as if you'd never want to take your eyes off of him. It was no secret you had a crush on him because as soon has he brought you back to his home called the sanctuary, his many wives welcomed you as a friend and loved gossiping or discussing what your opinions were on Negan. Sadly for you, Negan had made you his new right hand woman because you 'weren't of legal age'.

"Rules are rules, darling. Don't break em', there will be consequences." He told you nudging you into your new room. He smirks and laughs under his breath and continues walking down the hallway. Slamming the door shut, you run to your bed and pull out your diary and begin writing down your feelings. His appearance scared you but in a fantastic way. He kept his precious baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire secured in his hand at all times. He kept the leather jacket smelling of whiskey and aftershave around his back no matter what occasion.

That was then, but this was now. Here you were, in one of Negans important meetings supposed to be engaging in the conversation, but instead you leaned back and continued writing in your diary. Even though it was your birthday, he didn't think you should be taking the day off. He saw you as his strongest female savior and believed you should be informed about all the dangerous trades you had been doing with other groups. As him and Simon argued about who was suggesting the right decisions, you jotted down all the things you wished you could get for your birthday. A brand new Leather Jacket to wear and impress Negan, or maybe a pair of nice diamond earrings. But one thing you wanted most was to be able to go out of the sanctuary by yourself, not being with Negan's men.

Wish #1- Please find some damm way to get me to leave this place briefly...thats all i ask for. 

"Y/N! Are you even listening?" Negan screams making you jump in your seat. "Gimme that damm notebook."

"But sir-"

"Now." He demands and you gulp and pass the book to him clearly embarrassed. "Cant wait to read this shit." He smirks and your eyes shoot up to his. "Relax, I'm just fucking joking. You'll get it back. Eventually." He says and you drop your head defeated and annoyed. He really is a bitch sometimes.

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*your p/o/v*

The meetings been over for quite some time and I decided to run back to my room which was unfortunately right across from Negans. I carefully slipped in and quietly shut the door, ran to my bed and dug my face into my pillow and began to cry. It wasn't even
about losing my journal to Negan, it was just that I felt so alone. I didn't have any friends here, I wasn't allowed to leave this place. I felt...trapped.
I rolled over onto my side and clutched onto my pillow, closing my eyes just for a little nap to hope these feelings would be gone when I woke up.

I jolted out of my sleep, swearing I heard a knock at the door. The room had become dark indicating I had been alseep for some time.
"You alive in there?" A shout came. It was Negan.
"Ye- yeah! One second!" I called out stumbling out of the covers. When I opened the door, it revealed Negan propped up on his elbow with my journal in one hand and Lucille in the other.
"Hey sorry, I guess I was just so tired I thought laying down and reading was all I was gonna do..uhm, what time is it?" I lied.
"Sweetheart, it's," he checked his watch, "8:30 in the dead of the night! Last time we talked it was around lunch time. I just came back to check up on you and hand you back this," Negan said holding out the black and blue journal. I took it.

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