I’m sorry I easily forget I have this account that I was trying to revive…
A not so old The Walking Dead fanart I did while watching Season 9 I thought it would be awesome to see Negan and Judith taking care of walkers, of course, when I posted it on twitter I received a lot of hate because of Negan. Yeah, he is not a good person, there’s not a single character in the show who is a saint… and to be honest, I really like his redemption arc, he realised he was wrong and there are other ways to do things that’s why he is trying so hard to prove Alexandria that he has changed. Even Judit saw that.
Also, Negan in season 7 didn’t appeal to me a single bit, but the change he is making I find it’s one of the most interesting characters right now.
Just a side note: No, I haven’t read the comics.
From the art side, I wanted to try something different in this one, especially the inking.
Hope you enjoy and please no hate, if you don’t like Negan it’s ok, you can just ignore the picture.
jeffreydeanmorgan My last day. Thanks to everyone. No words beyond that… it’s just going to take a bit to process it all. What a ride it’s been. Huge love to cast and crew… and as far as all you that watch @amcthewalkingdead? Thank you probably doesn’t cover it, but it’s all I got. Xxxjd&negan photo by@duane_charles_manwiller
Author’s Note: I’ve been meaning to write this kind of series and have some inspo from @hswrites
Summary:You lend a helping hand to a handsome stranger but don’t realize the impression you left
Warnings:fluff, swearing, age difference, eventual smut, romance
This weekend was an important business party you had to attend for with your publishing company. The walk you made was a bit longer since you had to buy flowers for the big hot shot of the author. You have to ride the subway, thankfully no lines. You went to scan your pass but notice a man just standing at the gates. He was wearing a very nice suit and had a height to his body. He looked confused and since you had time you approached him.
“Hey, do you need help?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“You’re fine. Here let me help. Have you ever ridden the subway?”
“I actually haven’t. Usually I drive my car or a car would come pick me up.” He’s rich! You thought to yourself as his eyes stared at a map.
“Well if that’s the case then I can help you. Here, I’ll get you a ticket. Where exactly are you going?”
“The big fancy hotel downtown.”
“No way! Me too, if you’d like we could ride together.”
He agreed with you as you finished buying his ticket and led him into the station. Like always it was flooded with people. You made sure he was behind you when the doors opened and heard the announcement for your route.
“That’s us, try to hurry so we don’t miss it.” He kept quiet and took long strides to enter the opened doors of the sub train. He moved a bit fast but you made it in time before the intercom announced to clear the doors. As you go to sit on one the chairs, the man joins by taking the free space next to you. He was silent for the ride and your mind was racing about this conference tonight. There were many thought going through your head, what to say to the author, how to act around the other departments, and hoping the dress you picked arrived to the hotel on time.
“The flowers. Did your boyfriend get you those?”
“No. These are for someone else and I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Do you like flowers?”
“Doesn’t everybody? Sure these ones are beautiful, I wanted them to be special. But if I had to choose a favorite, it would be yellow roses.”
“I see.” He then looks ahead and keeps to himself for a few minutes. It gives you time to get on your phone to text your colleagues.
“If you don’t mind me asking, if you have a car. Then why are you taking the subway?”
“I get tired of doing all that. I wanted to do something independently.”
“I can understand that.”
You smile at him and he does the same. For the rest of the ride it was a comfortable silence and you looked at your peripheral to notice how handsome he was. He must’ve noticed since he wore a smirk that made deep dimples appear against his salt and pepper beard. What a beautiful man. It was then your destination was reached and made your exit with him. Upon walking upstairs to the street you notice he was still right behind. The sun shined bright along the sidewalk and you look at your map for directions.
“Here, it says we need to walk a couple blocks straight ahead.”
“Lead the way.”
You walk through the crowded sidewalk of the city as the stranger keeps beside you. It was nice to have a man next to you, mostly to avoid the really annoying catcalling you’d experience. That was definitely the most annoying part of city life. You then look to the side to see the hotel. The man wasn’t kidding about it being big and fancy. You both walk through the main entrance and you go to check in.
“Alright ma’am. We have you all set and there was a dry cleaning dropped off for you.”
“Thank you so much.” You then turn to see the stranger waiting for himself to check in and immediately get out of his way.
“Well it was certainly nice to meet you. I had fun traveling with you.”
“I’m flattered. Thank you for the help, guess I’ll be seeing you around.”
“Guess you will.” You waved as you took the dress from the employee and go to the elevator. A fun night was ahead of you and the first impression to your coworkers and the rest of the publisher’s was important. You enter your room and set everything in place.
“Time to get ready.” You say in a voice fueling confidence.
I cannot believe how many notes Chapter One has gotten in the last 24 hours! Thank you so so so much to everyone who took the time to read, like, and reblog! Chapter two is still building the plot, but at least our favorite man is finally around! Warnings:mentions of rape (from previous chapter), swearing (Negan, hello!)
Chapter Two
Just hang on, just a little longer. Why? It’s useless, no one is coming to save you, you have no food, no water, and you’re slowly bleeding to death. Face it, this is where you die. You can’t die! You’ll turn! The sounds of the dead moaning and shuffling just feet away from you served as a constant reminder of your impending fate. And now you were arguing with yourself, definitely not a good sign.
You weren’t sure how long it had been since you had locked yourself inside here. Several days maybe? Blood loss, dehydration, and fatigue had you slipping in and out of consciousness, despite how hard you tried to stay alert. You knew the end was coming, but you just couldn’t accept becoming one of the dead. There was no way to destroy your brain on your own, not armed with only a knife, not in the state you were in. So you continued to battle with yourself every waking moment.
You let your mind drift to your family, the one you lost when the world turned. You had tried to not think about them before, it hurt so much, and pain made you weak. But now? Well, it seemed fitting to let in some pain, everything else hurt, why not your heart? Goddamn it, goddamn it! You cried to yourself. I’m so sorry guys, I tried, I tried to go on, to make it, but I guess I just wasn’t strong enough.
One of the dead must have heard you crying, as it had shuffled to the glass cage and began growling and clawing at the glass. “Go away, go away!” You yelled hoarsely, to no avail. Several nearby biters heard the commotion and joined the first, their growls growing louder and louder, becoming a surround-sound symphony to your death. You covered your ears to try to drown out the sound, but it was no use, the groans had turned into a roar. Was the ground shaking too? What the hell?
Through your foggy brain you finally realized you were hearing engines, car engines. Omg, people! “Help!” You tried to yell. “Help!” But you were so weak and the dead so loud, you knew they couldn’t hear you. You grabbed Tommy’s knife and used the handle hit the inside of the door, hoping that the sound would carry over the sounds of the dead. Please,you thought, please somebody hear me.
You could just make out the sounds of life over the growling, it sounded like a sizable group of people was outside. You could hear voices, but couldn’t quite make out any words. Several minutes passed, and while you could still hear them outside, it didn’t seem like they could hear you. Please, please, you whispered to yourself. Then, one of the dead outside of the cashiers box fell, obviously having been incapacitated from behind. One-by-one they continued to fall, until they were all gone and you could see your potential savior. You almost sighed out loud, of course, it had to be a man.
The mustached man in front of you looked you over through the glass, quickly assessing the situation. His face remained passive and unreadable as he leaned back and yelled “Hey Boss! We’ve got a live one over here!” You weren’t sure whether to be elated or terrified. You knew you couldn’t last much longer, but the last people you had had contact were the reason you were here in the first place. You sunk back down to the floor while waiting for the “Boss” to come over. Pounding on the glass had refreshed the pain in your side and increased the seepage of blood, you were starting to wonder how you had any left.
“What’ve we got Simon?” Another voice drawled, getting louder as he obviously came closer. “A girl. Looks like shit, but she is alive. I’m not sure for how long honestly.” Simon reported casually. Well fuck you too, you thought, let’s see how good you look after getting stabbed and being left for dead. Simon’s boss finally was close enough for you to see from your position on the floor. His face was also unreadable while he took in the sight before him. “Go see what the others are up to Simon, I need a minute alone with this one.” Simon turned on heel and walked away. No questions. No arguments.
“Well now darling, it looks like you’ve had it pretty damn rough.” His dark eyes were traveling up and down your body, taking in your bruised face, lack of pants, ripped panties, bloody socks and shirt. You could tell that just by looking at you, he knew just what you had been through. “How long you been in that shitbox?”
“I don’t know, honestly. A few days maybe?” You quietly responded.
“You gonna let me in?”
“How do I know if I can trust you?” You asked.
“You don’t.” He answered blatantly. “But it doesn’t look like you’re in any position to fucking gamble.” Fuck. He was right. And he knew it. Confidence radiated off of him like heat from a summer sidewalk. And while he did not seem like a man to cross, he didn’t frighten you either. Maybe it’s the blood loss talking. Shut up.
You struggled up to your elbow and unlatched the lock on the door, falling back to the ground and rolling away from the door with a groan. The man stepped into the room and crouched down next to you. “Hell darling, you DO look like shit.”
“Yeah” you hissed “I guess dying isn’t as glamorous as they made it seem in the movies.” This made him smile, and chuckle darkly.
“What happened?” He asked, his face softening.
“Does it really matter?”
“No, no I guess it doesn’t.” He admitted. “What in the hell am I gonna do with you?” He asked, rubbing his salt and pepper scruff.
“Kill me. Please.” The answer rolled off of your tongue as if you had been planning it all along. You were surprised at how calm you were. You were just so tired of fighting. “I’m not going to make it, and I don’t want to turn, don’t want to be…one of THEM. Please, just do it.” You said, calmly handing him Tommy’s knife.
“Hell doll.” He muttered, running a hand through his slicked back black hair. “I don’t make it a habit to kill women, but it does seem that you have a point. No fucking way you’re making it out of here alive.” You just stared into his eyes, you were ready, you’d been ready. He let out a sigh, taking the knife from you. “Alright, alright. Let’s get this shit over with. Damn doll, I’m real sorry about this. You look like you’d be smoking hot if you weren’t almost dead.” He said with a wink. You couldn’t help but smile, what an asshole, you thought.
He shifted his weight and adjusted his grip on the knife, putting his hand gently behind your head. You grabbed the wrist of his knife hand, halting him for just a moment. “Thank you.” He looked down at your hand on his and stopped dead, his gentle cocky expression instantly turning dark.
“Where did you get this?” He asked.
“What?”
“This knife. Where did you get it?”
“It belonged to the fuckers that attacked me. I used it to get away and brought it with me.” You answered, very confused. Why does it matter?
“Where did they get it?” You could feel anger building deep inside of him, not that it made any sense to you.
“I don’t kn…” you started to say.
“Where?!” He barked, dark eyes flashing.
As confusing as his actions were becoming, something about them was starting to rub you the wrong way. “You know, I didn’t think to ask the history of their weapons as they were raping and trying to kill me. Sorry to disappoint you.” You answered cooly. What the hell was his problem? You could see the wheels turning in his head, but couldn’t for the life of you figure out what he was thinking.
“Nope.” He said, shrugging off his leather jacket and covering you up. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“Wait, what?” You gasped. “What do you mean? Don’t leave me like this! Please!” You felt tears start pouring down your face. What the hell happened?
“Don’t you worry Doll, I’m taking you with me.” He said, scooping you into his arms. The movement sent shooting pain down your side. “Simon! Load the fuck up! I’m ready to roll. Now!” He commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiations. You barely noticed the commotion of his men loading up to leave, the motion of him carrying you was torture. When he got into his truck it was several minutes before the pain subsided enough to focus, and by then the brain fog had returned, so you rested your head onto his warm chest and let the fog overtake you. “Now don’t you fucking go dying on me now darling, you’ve hung on this long, I need you to hold on just a bit fucking longer.” He breathed into your ear.
“I’ll try.” You whispered before the world went black.
Thanks again for sticking around to the end! This has been such a blast to write, I honestly can’t wait to get the next chapter out! Feel free to reblog, comment, or message me with any thoughts!
Ok, so after reading soooo many wonder fanfics ( @negandarylsatisfaction , @imagine-thewalkingdead , @grungedaddykinks @crzcorgi , @thewalkingdeadfanatic , I love you all! Your amazing works keep me up into the wee hours of the morning reading! You are all my muses, please don’t ever stop!) I’ve been wanting to try my hand at it. While I’m sure my work won’t be able to compare, I figured Negan’s Smut Week was as good a week as any to try it out! I’ll just do Chapter One for now and post more or not based off of reviews. This one is mostly character/plot development, but I have big plans for the upcoming chapters! Reviews are welcome, but please be gentle with me!
Warnings Violence, gore (it’s a TWD fic, c'mon), rape (trigger warning), swearing, eventual smut.
Chapter One
Your day started out much like any other, you buried the remaining coals from last nights small fire, erased any signs that you may have been there, grabbed your pack and headed back towards road.
You had no real planned route, you’d been working a rough grid scouting for supplies and a safe place to stay for months now since being separated from your group. You kept hoping to cross paths with them again but in this world…you didn’t even know if they were all still alive. You had been on your own when they first found you, when the world turned you were the only one from your family to make it out. You lasted solo for almost a year before finding your group. You had scouted them from a distance for a time, and once you had deemed them trustworthy you had approached asked to join them. Being alone again after all of that time with them….it was a rough adjustment.
You knew the road you were headed to lead to a very small town, and you were hoping to scavenge some supplies from it. Your pack was getting dangerously low, and hunting had not been going your way. The sloshing from your canteen reminded you how low on water you were, and the clear sky showed no sign of rain in the future. *sigh* It would work out, it always did.
You emerged from the woods onto the road, sticking close to the trees for cover. Moans from the trees ahead of you caught your attention, you slowed your pace. Fight, or flight? How many were there? After a moment, three of the dead shambled out from the woods toward the road, they hadn’t spotted you yet, you could duck into the trees and wait, but you knew you could handle them just as easily. You dropped your pack to the ground, and pulled your knife from its sheath at your waist, quickly and quietly making your way around behind the small group. You efficiently dispatched the first walker by jabbing your knife deep into the back of its skull, the second was put down just as easily before it even knew you were there. The third one had heard the commotion and turned to face you, now reaching toward you with its bony fingers dangling with rotted flesh, teeth gnashing. You swiftly kicked it in the chest, knocking it to the ground, before driving your knife through its temple.
You let out a sigh, you hadn’t realized you had been holding your breath. As much as you hated the dead, you couldn’t help but pity them. As easy as it would have been to let these three go, they would have been a risk to any living they passed, and at least now they had a chance at some peace, if there was such a thing anymore.
“Nicely done!” The voice startled you. You jumped back, holding your knife at the ready. “Hey there, settle down, we don’t mean you no harm. We were just passing through and caught some of your handy work! Mighty nice, the way you took care of those biters.” The man that spoke slowly approached you from the opposite tree line with his arms outstretched in the universal “I mean no harm” symbol, still, you kept you knife out and ready. “I’m Thomas, but most call me Tommy, and this here is Bill.”
You paused, sizing them up. They looked clean and well fed, signs that they must have some kind of community nearby. Even if it wasn’t a place you could stay long, you still had things worth bartering in your pack. But could you trust them? They were armed, but not heavily. They each had knives, and the talker, Tommy, seemed to have a handgun tucked into his waistband. What had brought them from the safety of their camp, you wondered? “Y/N.“ You finally responded. “My name’s Y/N. What brings you out this way Thomas, Bill?” Calling him by his formal name to keep things in neutral territory. The desperation of your supply situation the only thing keeping you engaging with them, that and maybe loneliness. It had been months since you had seen anyone else alive.
“Y/N. Well now, that’s a fine name.” Said Tommy, moving closer and dropping his arms, he and Bill were now about 10 feet from you, you took a step back, and they stopped. “Don’t be scared honey, we just want to be friends.”
“I’m not scared, you just never can be too sure about people these days, now can you?” You responded sweetly. It wasn’t exactly true, they did scare you. You had noticed both of their eyes doing a fair bit of traveling over your body. Fucking pigs,you chastised internally. You had experience fighting, in this world who didn’t, but both of these men definitely out weighed you, if it came to that, it would be a close fight. And they both had the advantages of full bellies and good nights sleep.
Tommy put his head back and roared in laughter “You’re right about that honey, you never know who you can and can’t trust anymore now can ya? And to answer your question, Bill here and I are out scouting for supplies for our camp.” Yes! you thought, I was right! They DO have a camp!
“Well,” you began slowly, “maybe I could help you. I’m a pretty good scavenger.” You still weren’t sure about these two, but you needed supplies desperately, at least on a run you could feel them out a little more.
“I’ll bet you are.” Said Tommy hungrily, taking the smallest of steps toward you. “You scavenge a lot for your group, honey?”
LIE Something inside you yelled. These two men were starting to set off red flags in your head, suddenly it was all you could do not to run away. “Um, yeah. In fact, that’s what I’m doing now. They’re waiting for me back at camp, so I’d like to get to it and get back before they start to worry.” You said briskly, turning on heel and walking toward your pack.
“How many of there are you at your camp?” Said Tommy, his footsteps following behind you, much closer than you would have liked.
“Uh…a dozen or so? I’ve never really counted.” You bluffed, picking up your pace slightly, you were closing in on your pack, just a few more feet….
Suddenly, you were pulled to a halt as Tommy grabbed your arm. “Liar.” He breathed. “You don’t have a group, no one is waiting for you, you’re all alone. Aren’t you?”
Fear prickled up your spine. “Don’t do this. Please. Just walk away.” You murmured, hating the weakness in your voice, especially as it just seemed to excite him. You noticed his pupils enlarged, his breath quickened. You took the opportunity to swing your knife toward his chin as fast as you could, at the same time hearing a twig snap behind you, but by then it was too late. BAM!The pain was blinding and intense. What the hell? You rolled on the ground clutching the back of your head and through blurred eyes looked up to see Tommy and …. fucking Bill. He was so quiet you had forgotten about him. Apparently during your altercation with Tommy he had snuck around behind you and when you had tried to stab Tommy he had clubbed you in the back of the head with his knife handle. “Fuck.” You moaned, pulling bloody hand away from your skull.
“Yeah honey, something like that.” Laughed Tommy, unbuckling his belt.
It was then that real panic began to set in. You tried to get up, through your pounding head, tried to crawl away, but Bill grabbed your arms, holding you down. “Don’t worry baby, it’ll only hurt if you struggle. Honestly though, I kind of hope you do, I like it better that way.” He breathed into your ear before licking it. The feeling of him that close to you made you fight harder. You started kicking your legs at Tommy and began screaming in earnest, tears pouring down your face and mixing with the dirt below you.
“Now stop that, this is happening honey, ya might as well accept it.”
“Nonononononono.” It was all you could say, just pouring out of you like a mantra. Tommy roughly pulled your pants off, leaving scratches along your hips. As he began to close in you landed a kick square in his face, causing blood to spray from his nose. “Dammit woman!” He yelled, pinning down your legs with his and punching you in the face. Don’t faint, whatever you do, don’t faint. If you want to live, stay awake.
“Hurry up Tommy, I want some!” Whined Bill. “I’m trying Bill, but this little bitch won’t stay still!” And you weren’t, every time you felt Tommy start to position himself you would shift yourself as much as possible, when he made the mistake of laying on top of you to try to hold you better you bit his shoulder deep enough to draw blood. And then….hot searing pain pierced your side. You looked down to see that Tommy had taken out his knife and stabbed you. Not enough to kill you…yet, he still needed you alive….for now. “That should slow ya down, bitch.”
Shit, shit, shit, shit. This is it. Fuck. You were going to die. These two idiots were going to rape you, and then you were going to die. Would they be kind enough to finish you quickly? Would they destroy your brain or let you turn? With everything this world had thrown at you, with everything you had survived so far, THIS was going to be it? No, it couldn’t be. You had to think of a way out.
Tommy pushed his way into you and you started screaming. Bill covered your mouth, releasing one of your arms in the process. Through the pain you took your opportunity, your grabbed the knife handle sticking out of your side, pulled it out of you, causing pain to radiate throughout your torso, and slashed Tommy in the face. “What the hell?!” He muttered as he pushed back from you. You turned and swung the knife at Bill, managing only to graze his forearm before you began running. You had no idea where you were going, but away from them was a start.
“Get back here you bitch!” You could hear their footsteps pounding the pavement behind you. Your head and side were throbbing with pain, but you knew stopping meant death. Run, just run. You told yourself. “There’s nowhere to go honey!” Yelled Tommy. But he was wrong. Just ahead of you was the town you were headed to only that morning. If you could just get to a building….“Shit, hurry up Bill!She’s getting away!” Tommy must have been thinking the same thing. You saw a gas station, focusing on that instead of the pain, your feet were beginning to bleed through your socks from running on the hard pavement. The glass front of the gas station was broken, but it was the closest building and you could feel Tommy and Bill closing in on you. There’s got to be a bathroom, or closet, or something. Please. Please. You leapt through the broken window, skidding on glass as you landed. STAY UP! you chastised yourself, miraculously staying on two feet. Then you saw it, salvation. The bulletproof glass cashiers box. “You fucking bitch! Get back here!” You ran toward the cashiers box, throwing open the mercifully unlocked door, slamming it shut behind you, fumbling with the latch sliding it into place just as the two men reached the door.
“No!!!!” Screamed Tommy. Pounding on the door with his fists as Bill tried hopelessly to open the door. You started to laugh, leaning up against the door. You could hear them on the other side, but it didn’t matter anymore, you were safe. “C'mon honey, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Why don’t you come on out of there and let us take you back to camp? We’ll get you all patched up and talk this out, what’d'ya say?”
You couldn’t believe him. Did he actually think you were that stupid? You flipped him off through the glass with a small smirk on your face. Fuck you assholes. Eat shit and die. you thought.
“You know what honey, that’s alright. You go ahead and stay in there as long as you want. You’re bleeding pretty good there, and you won’t last long with no food or water. You’ll be dead in no time, and then you’ll be a biter just like the rest of them, no skin off of my nose. At least I got a small taste of that sweet ass before it went to waste.” Tommy sneared through the glass. Your smirk was immediately replaced with a look of terror. Shit. He was right. Shit, shit, shit. “C'mon Bill, let’s get back before the boss starts looking for us. And hey, at least we have her pack to take back so we don’t go back empty handed! Toodles honey! See ya around!” And with that, they were gone, leaving the door open allowing a few of the passing dead to enter the station, effectively cutting you off from the supplies inside.
You slumped down to the floor and finally began to take stock of your injuries. Your head was throbbing, and still seeping blood from your initial blow, beneath your socks your feet were ripped and bleeding from the pavement, you could feel bruises forming on your arms and thighs from being pinned down, and between your legs was throbbing with pain. The worst though, was your side. You pulled your shirt up to take a peek and almost vomited from the sight. The wound was small, but jagged and deep. Obviously he has missed any major organs or veins, but he wasn’t lying, blood was seeping out at an alarming rate. You looked around in the cashiers box for any supplies, only to find receipt tape, old magazines, garbage, and the knife you had pulled out of yourself and escaped with. You finally grabbed a wad of napkins from the garbage, pressed them to the wound, and sunk to the floor, holding as much pressure to the area as possible.
You wanted to sleep, but the blow to the head and the blood loss scared you. I can’t die, not like this. I can’t become one of those…monsters. You focused instead on memorizing the details of your new surroundings to keep you alert as long as possible. After counting the dust bunnies under the counter 100 times (47) you turned your attention instead to the knife by your side. It was in great shape, and was actually a fine knife. Had it not been inside of you you would have liked it a lot more, but it did enable you to escape, so it had that going for it. As you turned it over you noticed something carved into the handle. You licked your finger to wipe off some of the blood to better make it out. What the hell? Engraved in the handle was a baseball bat wrapped in…barbed wire? What in the hell was this world coming too?
Thanks for sticking through to the end! This was WAY longer than I expected it to be! I hope it wasn’t too slow, I really wanted to set the scene. We’ll meet the man in the next chapter, and we haven’t seen the last of Tommy and Bill. I promise a slow burn and smutty goodness to come in the future.
