A series of one shots based on Jeffrey Dean Morgan and some of the characters he plays, with plenty of Negan. A lot of Smut, Fluff, Language and probably Violence.
Anabelle was Max's new tenant, she had moved in a couple of months ago and he had taken quite a liking to her. True to her name she was the picture of beauty and grace. He often 'bumped into her' in the hall and tried his best to strike up conversation. Max wasn't the most outgoing man, but he really liked her. Anabelle was also quite shy, so needless to say their conversations were quite often filled with shy smiles and a lot of nervous rambling and blushing.
Max had been trying so hard to stay out of the walls, but things with August had only grown more tense and Max found himself getting increasingly frustrated and in need of something to calm him.
Today was Anabelle's birthday, he knew that from her tenancy application which he had shamelessly studied in an attempt to get to know her a little more. Plucking up some courage he had brought her a bunch of flowers and a bottle of her favourite wine. He knew it was her favourite from the time he had spent watching her through the walls.
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When it came to giving her his gift, he had lost his nerve. After a rather rough day with August he was afraid of the rejection that might come. So Max did the one thing he knew would help, he made his way into the walls.
He reached the two way mirror in her bathroom just as she was entering the room. She came to stand in front of the mirror, she looked tired and defeated. Not what you would expect from someone celebrating their birthday.
She began to strip off, getting down to her bra and panties... and Max would be lying if he said he wasn't aroused. She was beautiful and curvaceous, with a decent set of hips and reasonably thick thighs... just the kind of woman he liked.
"You're disgusting" she muttered, and for a second he panicked thinking she could see him. "Look at you... you're fat and pathetic. It's no wonder you don't have friends... are you surprised no one remembered your birthday?" She said as she scolded her reflection. "And to think you bought yourself cake... as if you need it!"
Max couldn't believe what he was hearing. She thought she was fat? That was far from the truth! How could she have such low self esteem? She was stunning. But the thing was Max knew exactly how, because he often felt the same about himself. He hated the man he was... weak and perverted his grandfather would say.
He had to do something. He had to make her feel better. She needed someone to care about her... he could be that someone. He wanted to be that someone. And he already had a way to be, her birthday gift.
Making his way out of the walls he went back to his apartment and collected up the flowers and wine. Nervously he straightened his shirt before knocking loudly on her door. No doubt she was still scolding herself in the mirror.
"Just a minute!" He heard her call.
Anabelle answered the door, her clothes now back on.
"Max" she smiled.
"Anabelle" he smiled shyly in return. "I um... I wanted to wish you a happy birthday" he said nervously as he handed her the flowers and bottle of wine.
"You remembered?" She asked in surprise.
"I have a knack for remembering dates" he lied.
"Thank you Max. This is very sweet and thoughtful".
"You're welcome" he smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Would you uhhh... would you like to come in? I have birthday cake and god knows I don’t need to eat it all by myself" she laughed, trying to hide her insecurities but he knew better.
"Sure, I'd like that" he smiled as he followed her in. The last thing he wanted was to leave her alone feeling awful about herself.
They sat together on the floor, the room lit by candles as they ate the cake straight from the box with a couple of forks. Each of them sipped on a glass of wine as they chatted and got to know eachother. She had always thought Max a little strange, but she realised he was just as shy as she was. He was really very sweet and quite attractive.
"So how come you're not out partying?" He asked.
"Oh umm.... actually you're the only one who remembered my birthday" she said a little embarrassed.
"Really?" He said, feigning shock like he didn't already know. "Well, at least it means I get to celebrate with you" he smiled charmingly as he put another fork full of cake in his mouth.
By the end of the night they had polished off a couple bottles of wine and the both of them were a little tipsy. "I better get going" Max said reluctantly. Anabelle was enjoying his company, she was actually a little sad that he was going.
"Thank you for coming by, and for the lovely gift Max. You made my day" she smiled as she kissed his cheek making him blush furiously. The small act had his nerves on fire and his first instinct was to run, but he really liked Anabelle. He felt like she was the kind of woman who could pull him out of those walls for good. He knew that if he bailed on her now it could ruin any chance he had of being with her.
"My pleasure Anabelle" he smiled, flashing his gorgeous dimples.
Throwing caution to the wind she reached up on her tip toes and placed a kiss to his lips. That was enough to spur him into action and he kissed her back. Their kisses soon turned very heated and she found herself dragging him back inside her apartment and he kicked the door closed behind him.
For once, venturing into the walls had actually been the best decision he'd made. It had brought him and Anabelle together.
