THE DELIVERANCE / NEGAN
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Negan erased the rest of the distance between you, you could feel his intense don't-fuck-with-me look on your figure, which was giving the impression of kid-size next to him. He grabbed your arm and brought you back to a standing position.
"Ohh..trust me, I'm doing my best to hold it together right now." he whispered, so you were the only recipient of the phrase. He let go of your arm and surprisingly gently put a strand of your hair behind your ear by his hand covered with a leather glove. A simple interaction with him and your entire body broke out in violent goosebumps.
You were helpless...
In this crucial word, everyone has to fight for their life. Every single human being has different ways to make it happen. In his world, women got only one way.
Read: look pretty. You are ready to sacrifice your will, however, something does not allow you to.
Negan x Reader
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