[ Sequel to The Way We Used To Be} "This isn't just about us anymore." He got closer and reached for her stomach "i know, and that's why I never want this baby to know about you." She stepped back and his heart broke

"You belong with me, you always have." "You're a monster." "I'm your husband. I'm more to you than they ever will be." ain't no doubt Negan or the rest of the great characters from the Walking Dead isn't mine. just the shit character I managed to plop out.

[Poker Face 2//Negan fanfiction] Fourteen months after the fall of Negan and the Saviors, Aven still doesn't remember the events that brought her to the Kingdom, nor does she remember where she got her tattoo or the scar on her throat. What she does know is she's being lied to and she can either live with it or make a change, but even in a functional, friendly community she feels trapped and alone, powerless to get back on her feet and lead a fulfilling life. But only a few hours away sits her savior, the piece she doesn't know she's missing. He's been complacent in his misery, but he'll start to feel like his old self again once he learns that his last flicker of hope is still alight. [I do not own The Walking Dead or its characters] This is the sequel to my fic, Poker Face, which I recommend reading first. This is a rough work in progress and updates will be slow.

Winner of @The_Dead_Room's Walking Dead Awards in the Best Post-Apocalyptic Story category! When cerulean eyes met molten amber, Daphne felt drunk on him. The combination of adrenaline and his utter maleness was heady, and she took in his slicked dark hair and salt and pepper beard with a ragged breath. He smelled like leather and cigars and paradise and she wanted to squirm from the heat. Best rankings: #1 in #negan, #1 in #jeffreydeanmorgan, #4 in #thewalkingdead <3 [NeganXOC] [Up to end of S7 semi-canon compliant] Warnings: Violence, coarse language, graphic sex scenes Photo credits to AMC.

"Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire, but if you do it every time, there'll be nothing left to burn." After months being held prisoner, Aven runs out the door, straight into the apocalypse. For almost two years, she faces the world mostly on her own, reveling in the independence her intuition and survival skills allow her. But her luck seems to be running out, as she lies deleriously ill on the forest floor, being surrounded by a gang ready to claim her as their own. But before they can take her independence, someone else does. Will she crumble in his hands or crack the earth beneath his feet? [Negan fanfiction] I do not own TWD or any of its characters, lore, plot, etc. [IN EDITING] The prologue is mostly explained throughout story, Negan comes in Chapter 1. Content warnings when necessary (chapters with smut marked *). The title is 100% not supposed to reference Lady Gaga but the song ended up on the playlist anyway.