World Of Ships!!

"moonie"

Based on this one voice line between Johnny and Emma 😭

I want torch to get a nice fit for the Hellfire Gala but do I think he would wear a nice and fashionable outfit? Nah

Negan pulled the door open with a somewhat shocked and thoroughly curious look on his face. You couldn't help but smile a little and laugh lightly. "Surprised?" you said, breezing past him into the interior of the small cabin. You turned on the rug to watch him close the door and then spin to face you.

He hadn't lost that look that made him appear as if someone had just slapped him across the face and you laughed again, a little more heartily.

"Surprised doesn't even begin to cover it, doll," he said. "What the fuck are you doing out here?"

You shrugged. "I just—I know Carol hustled you out. I brought you some supplies." You slung the pack down off your shoulder and handed it to him.

He took it from you, his fingers brushing the smoothness on the back of your hand and the hair on the back of your neck prickled immediately. You gulped, suddenly nervous. "I doubt Michonne approved of th—"

You rolled your eyes. "I scavenged for them. Except the jelly. Those are from my own cabinet, made by yours truly. Wineberry."

Negan looked surprised and then dug around in the pack until his fist closed on a little glass jar. He set the pack down on the floor with a gentle thump and immediately began turning the ring on the jar and prying the lid off.

Your eyebrows lifted. "Digging right in then?"

"Doll, I've had basically nothing but expired canned veggies and muddy, gritty catfish since I got here." He plunged a finger into the jelly and you shook your head. You watched as he raised it to his lips and tasted the deep red jelly on his fingertip. His eyes shut and it almost looked like his knees were about to go out as a satisfied hum of enjoyment escaped him. "Goddamn, doll," he breathed, his hazel eyes landing back on your face. "Just marry me already," he said, his deep voice causing your cheeks to redden immediately.

"Jesus, you're easy, Negan," you recovered, rolling your eyes and biting back a smile.

"I never claimed to be otherwise," he said, grinning. He set the jar down on the scrubbed wooden table with a clack and looked you up and down, a fondness you couldn't ignore on his face. "Fuckin' hell it's good to see you. And thanks for this."

You smiled back, feeling a bit bashful again from his gaze. "Sure. Forget it."

He shook his head and shrugged his hands into his pockets. "I won't. Tell me you're staying for a bit?"

"Well, now that I've heard about the gritty catfish special, obviously I have to," you retorted.

title; shiners (Negan Smith x fem!reader)

prompts; “neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me how you got that shiner” — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts 

warnings; established relationship, reader is negan’s girlfriend and not one of his wives, reader has a black eye, negan’s a little over protective, but that’s it (482 words)

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