#monstermash2017

Monster Mash 2017 @ladylorelitany

Summary:  Negan sends you on a mission and what you encounter is a whole lot scarier than a walker. 

Words: 1,859

Negan x Reader Insert, Djinn/Genie

Warnings: None that I am aware of. 

AN: Thank you for taking your time to read this, I’ve never published a fic before so I am very welcoming to questions, comments, advice, etc. Also let me know if you see mistakes. Shout out to @ladylorelitany for the challenge.  

“Hey are you gonna get up? You’re going to be late for work, you know.” Negan says playfully as he saunters into the bedroom.

Taking a deep breath you stretch, rolling over in the bed before it hits you like a brick wall. Your eyes fling open in shock searching the room in frantic concern.

“What the hell.” Is all that falls over your lips as you take in the fluffy white bedding that surrounds you, and the soft morning sunlight that is falling over the room.

“Y/N, are you okay? You look a little startled.” Negan says almost giggling at you.

Sitting up like a fire was lit under your ass, you finally looked directly at him. He was leaning in the door frame with a stretched out white t shirt on that met a pair of flannel boxers at his hips. Complete with a cup of coffee in his hand, his brows furrowed at you. It was something straight out of your imagination. You had harbored feelings for him, maybe even so far as fantasized about him, since the moment you were taken into the sanctuary but you would never admit that to anyone. But as he stood there, stripped from that leather coat and red scarf of his, you allowed the moment to linger, and boy- did it really light a fire under you. 

“Negan?” You said, drinking in the way the boxers laid on his hips.

“The fucking one and only doll. Whats wrong with you today?” He said now moving toward the bed and sitting down. Your thoughts now really flying.

“What is this place and how far are we from the sanctuary?” You said getting suddenly serious, making dead eye contact with him.

“Really? What the fuck are you talking about? You’ve got thirty minutes to get to work and I’ve got shit to do too before I leave.” He said rising from the bed.

You were only more confused.

“Get some pep in that fucking step doll.” He said walking back out the door, leaving you alone.

Tossing yourself back into the warm bed, you stared at the celling.

“What the fuck is going on?” Was the your only thought.

-

You were with.. Emily? Was that her name? …and…. Drake?- Who cares. Negan had sent you on a last minute mission just out side the sanctuary with some others you didn’t really know. They were new here and you weren’t too keen on dealing with newbies. They would always complain and ugh! if just one of them knew how to do their job when they got here things would be a lot easier, but that didn’t mean you’d take the time to help them either. You were the designated leader on this trip and Negan insisted that it would be an easy kill. Someone had gone crying to Negan saying there was walker just on the other side of sanctuary bounds and I guess he had enough confidence in you to lead the two imbeciles.

You had just passed the gate when you saw a shadow up over the hill. 

“What ever was here, is obviously gone now. I don’t know why that asshole sent us-” “Will you just shut up!?” you yelled, interrupting Emily.

“I’m just saying, whoever spotted this thing should of killed it, this is probably a trap.” Continued Emily.

You had to admit she had a point but you weren’t going to boost her ego. Especially now, you were too focused on the figure that had emerged over the hill and was coming closer. Was it a walker?… its kind of moving fast if it is.

“You two know what to do if that’s a walker right?” You asked.

“Wow. Thanks for the confidence Y/N” said Drake.

“OO he speaks.” You spat back. “Will you just focus for a minute please. Drake, I want you to get over on the other side of the car. Emily, the other side of the ditch. I’m going over here and you better wait for my word to make a move, do you understand.” 

They both groaned, walking away.

-

You finally got out of bed and found some clothes to put on before you ended up in the kitchen. Negan had left before you came down stairs, leaving you alone in quite a large, well decorated house. Spotting some bacon on the counter, you plucked a couple of pieces before making yourself a cup of coffee. You found it appropriate to find out with the hell kind of place you were in, and took it upon yourself to explore. Riffling through rooms, bookcases, cabinets, drawers, and even the nightstands. You needed to find out what happened last night and you were coming up empty handed.

“DAMN IT’!” you exclaimed.

-

The three of you had been in place for a while as the figure took its time nearing you. Slowly, it turned softer, revealing a tall, slender woman. She wore all black, he hair dark and wavy as well and a small bag was slung over one shoulder. You watched her as she dropped her things a few yards out and set up a small camp.

“Psst. Y/N.”

The noise pulled you from your trance, looking towards the two dimwits. “What are we going to do?” Emily mouthed towards you as you brought your finger up to shush her. When you looked back to monitor the woman, she was in front you, live and in person.

“Hey there sweet-cakes” She said looking directly into your eyes and leaning over the crushed barrel you were crouched behind. Trying to maintain the same assertiveness, you kept eye contact but all you could think was: “Oh God, her eyes are enchanting.”

“What are you and your two friends over there doing? You like to watch people when they don’t know? I think that’s a little weird now doll-face.” She said reaching up and lightly brushing your cheek.

“Excuse me. Do not touch me. I don’t know you, nor do I want to.” You snapped back at her, but finding yourself more and more intrigued by her. 

“Feisty…Not bad though. ” She said thoughtfully and glancing you up and down. “You are right about that though. I am just passing through here, so no, we will not get to know each other. Honestly I’m thankful too.” She said taking a few steps away from you and back to her spot.

“What the hell are all the tattoos on your arms for?” You yelled as she walked closer towards her little camp. She tensed quickly , turning back to look at you. It was like she was deep in thought, like she was debating telling you.

“They’re tattoos, they’ve got to mean something.” You continued, suddenly daring. She turned back and began collecting her things into her bag before she began to answer you.

“Think of them as a branding….a sort of belonging.” She said

“Belonging to what?” You replied

Tossing her bag back over a single shoulder she looked in to your eyes again.

“I think your kind used call me a Djinn.” She said as she began to walk past you. 

“What the fuck is a Djinn!?” You said raising your voice at her.

She said nothing.

“Hey! What the fuck is a Djinn?!” You yelled again.

“Oh, you’ll know soon enough, sweet-cakes.” She said, glancing back at you.

-

You had given up searching the house and had become content sitting on a couch in the living room. You discovered that there was a nice back yard, surrounding houses and even happy families that filled them. You concluded that you were dreaming. That’s normal right? A really nice dream that you had control of. Where Negan is your hubby and the apocalypse didn’t happen and you were happy in a Suburban neighborhood. So you were content waiting for Negan to return from a normal job while you sat and enjoyed some normal TV.

“Y/N! I picked up something for dinner on my way home!” Negan yelled as he came in the front door, disrupting you from your thoughts. As he rounded the corner into the living room he smiled widely, walking over and kissing you on the forehead. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a tucked in white shirt and tie. The image almost jilted you. You had never seen Negan not in the black and white ensemble he stuck to… well besides this morning.

“I’m gonna go wash up and we can eat okay.” He said before exiting the room. “ I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to fucking eat” he shouted over the faucet water.

“Me too babe.” You shouted back, feeling more comfortable around him.

“We’ve got pet names now?” He asked

“What’s wrong with it?” You didn’t know where you were really going by arguing with him.

“Nothing I guess.” He said smiling and handing you a Chinese take out box. “You’re feeling better since I left this morning?” he asked.

“Yeah, a lot.” You said smiling at him. You couldn’t help yourself from feeling so content. You had spent years imagining what it would be like to get this close to Negan, to have his attention, to bask in his love that you knew only you received. 

“Why are you looking at me like that y/n?” he asked.

 “No reason, let’s dig in” you said smiling.

-

After you ate you agreed on watching a movie and snuggled up into a blanket on the couch. You weren’t paying attention to anything on the screen, too confused by the whole sinario before you found yourself falling asleep. 

-

“BREATH Y/N! BREATH! EMILY, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO HER?!” You felt Drake shaking you. After watching the women leave the three of you decided to leave and you had collapsed while walking back to sanctuary. You felt yourself fall, and could hear Emily and Drake but had no control of your body. “DAMN IT! NEGAN IS GONNA KILL US IF SHE DIES! “ You could feel him shaking you franticly. “WHAT The fuck do we do?!” You could tell Drake was still yelling, but he suddenly felt distant, too far to grasp. 

Everything went black

…and then you heard him. “Hey are you gonna get up? You’re going to be late for work, you know.” Negan says playfully as he saunters into the bedroom.

-

Gasping, your eyes flung open as you felt your whole body inflate with air. “YOU BETTER FIND OUT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH Y/N OR ITS YOUR FUCKING LIFE! Negan’s voice boomed through the room as you regained consciousness. His voice suddenly stopping, you quickly looked around the room, immediately locking eyes with Negan, finding him already staring down at you. The rush of emotions you had previously, came back, and was now knotting your stomach like a nervous child. He had stopped talking, looking back at you. He leaned back with a small grin on his face. “Now what do we have here?” He said, and you knew that you were in for a helluva ride.

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