Miscellaneous Imagines

Negan X Reader~Fluff

Standing in the field were your husbands throat had been slit not even an hour ago, you finally dropped to your knees, landing in a mostly dried puddle of Negan's blood.

Colors from the hanging window of painted glass behind you danced on the back of your head as the wind blew the frame around slightly. The slowly setting sun leaving your shadow growing ever smaller.

Everyone else had long since went home, the saviors going back to the sanctuary or back to the hilltop, Rick and his people leaving back to their chosen homes. They left you standing there while a few men carried Negan away to live out the rest of his life in a cell, far away from you.

It was over, the war had ended. You were no longer the queen who ruled with an iron fist alongside her husband. Sure he had other wives, but you were number one. You shared a bed with him, every night. He cut down the amount of time he spent with the others and made sure to always return to you. He even let you fight.

Your tears had dried up a long time ago, leaving dirty streaks down your cheeks. You fell backwards, not caring that your head had practically bounced off the ground. You were finally alone, completely. No more faithful followers, no more hatred from your enemies, but worst of all, no more Negan.

He hadn't always been the Negan that everyone knew today, he used to be more caring. Still cocky as hell and still obviously the one in charge, but he used to be the kind of man to volunteer at animal shelters and help feed the homeless. You used to be different too. Used to do those same things along side him.

But after shit hit the fan, you were both allowed to show a darker side of yourself, a side you'd both fought so hard to hide for so long.

Memories flashed through your head of your life with him before the apocalypse, memories of an easier but somehow more dreadful time.

"Negan stop!" You squealed out, lofting one leg and covering yourself with your arms as best as you could.

You had decided to spend the day outside with him as he cleaned off his car, his baby. You could hardly blame him, it was a beautiful cherry red Mustang.

You sat on a lawn chair in your tiny bikini, tanning while admiring his firm backside whilst he bent over the hood of his car, he caught you staring and whipped around with hose, spraying you down and starting a dangerous game, one that would probably end in heated, rough, fast sex. Just how you both liked it.

"No way darlin!" He chuckled deeply, pressing his thumb against the head of the hose to spray it out.

You laughed and ran straight at him, grabbing the hose and wrestling him for it, ending up with both of you practically soaked. You giggled as you ripped it away from him and threw it on the ground.

Breathing heavily, you both let a few more chuckles slip past your lips as you stared at each other, the staring contest ending by him picking you up quickly and setting you down on the hood of his car.

You pulled him down quickly and pushed your lips against his roughly as he planted both hands firmly on either side of your hips, "Get a room!" Your elderly neighbor shouted over the fence before grumbling and walking away.

You and Negan pulled away quickly before busting out laughing, he scooped you back up and carried you into the house, to try once again and hopefully be successful.

You smiled at the memory, your smile faded slightly as you remembered the following week.

He leaned against the frame of the bathroom door as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring intently down at the small stick like test for what felt like the hundredth time this year.