King Shit.

They found her in the woods. Negan & daughter. (COMPLETE )

A group of Saviors find someone Negan thought he would never see again. Will Simon be able to keep her safe until he gets back from Alexandria?

Part 1.(Saviour POV)

Part 2 (Negan POV)

Part 3 (Simon POV)

Part 4.(Carson POV)

Part 5.(Grace POV)

First encounters.Negan x female OC

You’ve been at the sanctuary for a few weeks now but it’s only when you let your guard down that you officially meet your new leader.

King shit. Negan x female OC (WIP)

After a confrontation with another group leader goes awry, Negan wakes up lost in the woods with a mysterious woman watching over him.

Part 1

Same suit, different tie. Negan drabble.

Negan realised he needed to reinvent himself to stay on top.

Let’s fucking go. Negan x gender neutral OC - one shot

A drive with Negan takes an unexpected detour.

Saved by the turd. Negan x female OC (disabled reader) one shot

There’s a turd in the cells and she’s grating on Negan’s last nerve.

Surprise package Negan x gender neutral OC - One shot

You find a present for Negan while out on a scavange.

Home away from home Negan x Female OC - One shot

Fluff request with prompts: Do you trust me? & I read your diary.

In a prison of his own creation Negan x gender neutral OC - One shot

Negan comes to you in the night for comfort. Even he has his bad days. fluff/angst

Surprise Gift Negan x female reader/Oc - SMUT

When you had complained about missing your vibrator, you hadn’t expected Negan to actually get you one. Only catch is, he wants to watch.

Sometimes bad things happen Negan x female reader/Oc - nsfw Hurt/comfort and fluff

A/N: okay so here it is. This has taken fucking months and I’m super proud of it. I really hope you like it. It was originally written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash s writing challenge but I missed the deadline here it is anyway! Massive, Massive thank you to @noodlecupcakes for betaing this for me. All mistakes are my own. I will total fix the Taglist in the morning it’s 2am and I’m about to die.

Masterlist

Wordcount:13,000

Tags/ warnings: D/s , smut, guided masturbation, Sex Toys, Vaginal Penetration, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Panty Kink, sub space, sub Drop, Comfort Aftercare, pussy slapping, cum tasting, bodily fluid, Dom! Negan, Undernegotiated Kink, Consent, Seduction, orgasm control, edging,

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You were just drifting off again trying to get another nap in before your night shift on guard duty when a knock at the door jars you back into reality.

Taking a second to stretch out your back, you rise up off of your bed and answer the door. You don’t need to open it to know who is waiting for you on the other side, the tell tale ‘shave and a haircut’ rhythm giving him away. Feeling more curious than worried you slide the deadbolt back and open the door to see the man himself leaning against the doorframe.

“Negan?”

With Lucile resting gently on his shoulder, he smiles, cocking his head to the side slightly looking rather amused before wetting his lips. “Hey there sleepy head.” Blinking yourself awake you run your fingers through your tangled hair, not quite sure if he was making fun of you or not. “I’m on nights this week - what’s wrong?”

Pinching his eyebrows together, Negan leans into the space between you both without any real heat to his voice. “Nothing’s wrong butternut – shit, why does something always have to be fucking wrong?”

“You don’t normally knock on my door.” You reason with him, stretching out a little as you scratch the back of your neck. You knew you were lucky to be in his good graces really. You never had to worry about his mood or him making some dramatic display at your expense but then again you never took advantage of it either. Keeping your head down and doing you job to the best of your ability had done you well and Negan seemed to appreciate it.

As he explains, you watch the way his eyes trail down your body and can’t help but feel a tremor of lust nip under your skin - not that you’ll ever let him know that. “True, true. But I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been busting those great big lady nuts of yours and I wanted to fucking get you something nice as a little reward.”

“Is that right?” Surprises were never really your thing if you were honest. Especially seeing as the new world was filled with surprises of the deadly variety. Still, the thought of a reward did catch your attention and you found yourself wondering what it could be to prompt Negan into making a personal visit.

With an easy shrug Negan brings Lucile down to rest against his boot in one fluid motion. “That’s all she fuckin’ wrote. Can I come in or are you gonna leave old Negan out in the fucking cold?”

So I managed to get my hands on some exclusive footage from the Season 8 finale of The Walking Dead…

wow ok so get yourself a seat cause we could be here a while. all of these women are so incredibly talented it literally puts me to shame- there’s my main girl @daisysouthmoore who literally gives me life <3- my negan fic club discord girls: @metalzombiemiss +  @jeffreydeanneganstrash + @dusty-cookie + @purplemuse + @217fanfic + @i-am-negan-trash + @wandering-rosebud + @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 + @genevievedarcygranger honestly so happy to have joined this chat and met them all, never been surrounded by such positivity and support in my life and it warms my heart- @letsby an absolute gem of a woman <3- @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash + @prettyepiic who i’m pretty intimidated by so i just kinda fangirl from afar hahah

The Walking Dead [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Negan x Tory Miller (ofc)

moodboard credit to my lovely friend @i-am-negan-trash

A face cast for The Marks of Running Ink

Warnings:  angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, child endangerment, romance, general trauma, drama, cheating, general lack or morals, SLOW BURN.Mentions of walkers, guts, bodily fluids, blood, etc. I don’t want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk. 

To my lovely readers (old and new) you really want to read Raise Hell, by my fantastic friend @i-am-negan-trash, as this is a sister-series to her magnificent story.

Ao3 •  FF.net

Book One: Before

Summary: In a normal world, having a soulmate is usually considered a blessing, in a normal world, when their words appear on you finding them is not something impossible. But Tory Miller doesn’t live in a normal world. No. Her world is the stuff of nightmares, the dead walk, the living kill each other and soulmates are not important. Nothing is more important than surviving.

Part 1 •  Part 2  •  Part 3  •  Part 4  •  Part 5  • Part 6 •  Part 7  •  Part 8  • Part 9  Part 10  •  Part 11  •  Part 12  •  Part 13  •  Part 14  •  Part 15  • Part 16  • Part 17

Book Two: After 

Summary: The world as Tory knew it didn’t exist anymore. The world is a nightmare where corpses come back to life and where you can only trust those at your side, a world in which no wall can offer sanctuary. In a world where nothing is more important than surviving, what do you need a soulmate for?

The world as Negan knew it ended in a hospital room, but his new world started right there as well, a world at the tip of his fingers, a world for him to write the rules. And rule number one is: Nothing matters if you’re dead.

Part 18  • Part 19  • Part 20  • Part 21 • Part 22 • Part 23 • Part 24 • Part 25 

Part 26 • Part 27 • Part 28 • Part 29 • Part 30 • Part 31 • Part 32 • Part 33 

Part 34 • Part 35 • Part 36 • Part 37  

Book Three 

Summary: Of all places and all people, why him? Why here? Why now? Tory Miller never expected her life to take such a turn for the worse, but so far, her expectations had never been met. And of course, her soulmate had to be the cynical egomaniac murderer with a bunch of resources and a bat covered in barbed wire, of course.

How could she live with that?  

Part One: Now

Part 38 • Part 39 • Part 40 • Part 41 • Part 42 • Part 43 • Part 44 • Part 45 

Part 46 • Part 47 • Part 48 • Part 49 • Part 50 •

Part Two: War

From the universe of The Marks of Running Ink:

So it goes (A story of The Marks of Running Ink: for the Negan Valentine’s Challenge of @jeffreydeanneganstrash​ )

The tiny tomato (a sidestory of how farming can be fulfilling)

The only way that I can be (A little taste of what if for the universe of Raise Hell and The Marks of Running Ink)

The Walking Dead AU (from Raise Hell)

Pairing: Negan x Elle (oc)

Warnings: the bliss of what if’s is only ever temporary and this is just one fix.

Summary: Did Negan ever imagined a future with his favorite girl? Did he dream of a family and love and things going well once? Did she? What if they did?

Author’s note: Don’t think about technicalities and enjoy the fluff. I’m doing something good here… or trying. A big, big thank you to @genevievedarcygranger for enabling my crazy brain in a Monday night. I hope you like it @i-am-negan-trash it is for you, darlin’.

Negan loved lazy mornings.

Mostly because lazy mornings weren’t much of an option in Alexandria, everyone had a job and everyone served a purpose.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28 | Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Chapter 34 | Chapter 35 | Chapter 36 | Chapter 37 | Chapter 38 | Chapter 39 | Chapter 40 | Chapter 41 | Chapter 42 | Chapter 43 | Chapter 44 | Chapter 45 | Chapter 46 | Chapter 47 | Chapter 48 | Chapter 49 |

Summary: Elle does right by Amy.

Characters: Negan x Elle (it’s a slow burn)

Word Count: 3,496

Warnings: There’s a perspective change at the end of the fic. I hope it makes sense. 

Author’s Note: My heart feels heavy as I type this. I never thought I’d be able to complete this story, or that so many people would care so much about it. What started out as a little idea blossomed into something huge, and I wouldn’t have gotten here if it weren’t for all of you.

From the bottom of my heart: Thank you. Thank you for supporting me and taking the time to read my story. I put my soul into this fic, and I hope you can feel the love. 

As always, please let me know what you thought. 

So without further ado…the ending of Raise Hell.

You can also read this fic on AO3 and on FF.net

GIF Credit

Lauren this fic is my favourite of all time and I know I've told you already but damnit I'm telling you again. I'm in love with this story, your characters and the communities you created. Even if you did murder most of them you heathen. Your writing is amazing and always leaves me hooked wanting more. It's taken me far too long to finish this given that I was halfway through the last chapter months ago, but better late than never right? The ending for this was so perfectly awful in the best way possible. It felt so organic and natural and despite how I'd rather your story never ended and elle and Negan could ride off into the sunset, I really think you tied this beast of a story up perfectly and let it lead the way into canon without leaving us with unanswered questions or feeling cheated or whatever. This whole story is goals af. And I totally admire you as a writer and as a friend. Thank you for writing this lovely it's been a wild ride and I've loved every second. Even when you made me cry. Because I have. A lot.

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I figured the Negan fandom was in need of more fluff. So I wrote this while procrastinating from the other things I’m writing. Good news is that i finished this one.

This one is suitable for all genders!

@negans-network

Word count: 1465

Warnings: none. Maybe some flirting and sensual touching but its really pg13.

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“The fuck is wrong with you?”

Attempting to glance across the truck to the occupied passenger seat, a tight hot pain shoots up the side of your neck. Breathing through it you take Negan in through your peripherals instead, furrowing your brows a little. “Nothing.”

Negan snorts, not convinced in the slightest and shifts slightly in his seat to get a better look at you. “Yeah cause I’m gonna waste my breath pointing out something that isn’t fucking there aren’t I? Now out with it.”

Realising how ridiculous the whole thing is you focus on the road in front of you and sigh softly. It really wasn’t important. You brush it off with a small shrug that only manages to send another jolt of pain through your muscles. “I must’a slept funny or something. I woke up and it hurts like a bitch when I try to turn my head that way. Nothing to write home about so don’t worry yourself.”

The silence stretches out between you both making the air stagnate. The road you’re taking has been clear for months, Joey’s meticulous planning paying off – you couldn’t even see one stray rotter. You move out a little to avoid a pothole and try to ignore the way the atmosphere makes your skin crawl.

Eventually he puts you out of your misery, the pout evident in his voice. “Didn’t say I was fucking worried.”

Shoutout to the light of my life @badboytheo and the lovely @tstieff for beta-ing this thing and giving me the support to post it. This is part of @grab-my-boner ’s 1k writing challenge. Congrats on the 1k hun!

Different tie But I’m wearing the same suit It’s alright Because the old can feel brand new See I feel so fresh I feel so new And I’m through with my With my miserable youth

All done up in my hand-me-down clothes Shaking off the dust and assuming a pose Well these threads are so old But they’ll never know Oh no one will ever know See darlin’ Dear you don’t need high-priced designs To feel dressed up, to feel dressed up To the nines.

“Hi. I’m Negan.”

The first time he had said it he could feel Simon giving him a side eye. He got why. He was just Joey. Joseph. Good old fucking reliable Joe. But something had changed. Looking on at the pathetic trio of strays who were asking to stay with them, in a place the two of them had spent months clearing out and making their own, he knew something had to change. He had to change.

i seriously hope this is ok! i kinda thought it was only gonna be a couple of paragraphs but as usual i got a little carried away… so, here you go - my very first request!

You sit at the Saviors’ table, hands clasped together nervously as you glance side wards to look at your leader. You’re always nervous as shit whenever he asks you in here, afraid that you’ve stepped out of line or pissed him off without even realising it but the smirk on his face tells you otherwise. “So, you gonna tell me what’s crawled up your ass lately?” Negan asks stepping to his feet. Not this shit again. He’s been on your case for weeks and you just wish he’d let it drop. He never has to worry about this sort of thing - he had the wives to run to any time his balls started twitching but you? You had to walk around with months of pent up sexual frustration sitting between your legs and you’d be damned if you were gonna fuck any of the slimy pricks who tried to hit on you as you ate your dinner. It had gotten so unbelievably bad; you had even started dreaming about Negan and sitting in front of him now made you blush. If only he knew the kinds of things your subconscious had conjured up… he’d probably enjoy them. You debate climaxing it all away every night with a quick rub of your fingers as you imagined they were Negan’s but you were too afraid that your screams would wake the entire Sanctuary. You never could keep quiet when you came. One day in the commissary, you spotted an old back massager and the urge to swipe it overwhelmed you to the point you even tried to source some batteries for the damn thing but they were all as dead as a fucking walker. Just your luck. Sooner or later, you were gonna have to get your rocks off one way or another otherwise you may as well join the undead.