The Walking Dead x Reader

[Negan] Set Loose[hard fluff?]

It was late in the night, and it was almost time for your shift, on your vanity you pick up a small nearly empty bottle of perfume. It's old and it's not as strong as it should be - but it's enough.

Walking down the block you head down the steps the the holding cell. "Sorry I'm late Gabriel...I was half sleep and knocked over a shelf in the bathroom took me forever to clean up the mess" you say.

Gabriel  smiles at you "don't  worry about it, Y/n. He's sleeping anyway so I don't mind the wait." He said.

You turn your eyes to peer into the dark cell, between the bars you see Negan sleeping o the cot. "Good, it'll  give me some peace." You sighed, setting down a bag of snacks to keep you occupied through the night.

"Goodnight," Gabriel  calls takin Gnupa his leave, you bid him goodnight and listen to him leave.

Waiting a moment, you tip toe back to the door and press your ear to it. All seems silent, you lock the door for good measure and head back to the cell.

"He's gone, you can get up now." You call to Negan.

His eyes pop open and he smiles, watching you open the door cell door.

Negan pulls you to sit on his lap, arms wrapped around your middle he looks up into your eyes. "They put you on night duty and I lost the best part of the day." He muttered before stealing your lips with his.

He planting long lasting feverish kisses on your lips and grasped at your hair, but every move he made was gentle. He would always treat you as if you'd  crumble between his fingers.

Pulling away you carefully rub your finger along the scar across his neck. He tighten his hold on you, and leaned his forhead against your cheek.

The two of you sat in warm silence, as he slowly nuzzled your face. He moved his head to rest in the curve of you neck and inhaled deeply.

"Mmmhm" he hummed, "you like it?" You asked. He drew in a breath with a soft hissing sound. "I do," he murmured, letting one hand stroke your leg.

"So tell me, what adventures in shit-land did you have today?" He asked, planting a kiss on your neck. "I lost a whole bag of candy bars down a storm drain..." you start off.

You tell him all about your day. Somewhere in between you got up and brought him the snacks you packed. Together the two of you sat on the floor while you ate. Having a laugh.

When your laughter stopped.

Negan watched you fiddle with an ancient Twinkie wraper. "Now why the sudden long face? Hell it's  longer than my-" his words fade as you giggle a bit "well that's better." He says.

You look around at the cold walls.

"I want you out... I want you free. You shouldn't  cage a wild thing. Not if all it knows if freedom" You murmur.

Negan falls silent, crawling over to you he cups your cheek, with a rougher touch than before. "Yeah? I can think of a way you could set me free for the night." He nearly purred in the way a lion might purr. If it could.

You met his gaze and slowly lay back against the cold floor. He calls your name quietly  and meets you in a kiss, one hand behind your neck and the other pressing lightly on your abdomen.

He feels your body quake and lays his body on yours. Your hands cling onto him. And his kiss become something hungry, something starved.

The two of you abandon yourself to a night of fever, you can't let him go free but tonight in these walls you shall let him be unchained and abandoned with you.