For Ash's 2k Writing Challenge. My prompt was Negan's birthday. Never really done anything like this before (talking about prompts and Negan fics, I've written smut before), so be nice, 'kay? :):)

Summary: As much as she thought today would be like any other day, Brandi was wrong. Completely wrong. Today her job was taking her places she'd never been before. Today she was going to find herself face to face with the one and only, Negan. Today was Negan's birthday. Today he was in a giving mood.

Warnings: Smut and language.

Bamby

Life was good. Considering the world was falling apart and people were dying but not staying dead, life was good. It had been about two, maybe three years since the dead began to walk and the living began to run. Two years since I'd found myself happier than ever before.

I hadn't had the best life before. Abuse, depression. Violence, anxiety. I'd worked as a waitress for a sleazy, greasy boss. I'd lived with my alcoholic mother and her pervy boyfriend. I was a student at college, where I had no friends and was a constant target for bullying. To say the end of the world was a blessing for me, would be an understatement. I thrived in this world. I'd finally found my place. I belonged somewhere. I was… Happy.

Pulling myself out of bed, I moved over to my dresser and grabbed my brush before running it through my hair as I looked at myself in the mirror before me.

There was nothing special about me. I was simple. Plain Jane. Thick, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. Thin pink lips. Large hazel eyes framed by round glasses. Fair skin littered with freckles. A small, pointed nose. I was thin, too- so much so, you could see some of my bones. But seeing as I was a hard worker and didn't eat much- a problem caused by my past- that was to be expected. Yet despite my frail body, I was strong, and had some curves- nothing too fancy though.

None of that mattered to me. I liked myself, which was important. I didn't love myself, but I was working on it. That's all I cared about. How I saw myself was more important than how others saw me. Well, actually… I cared about what Negan thought of me.

Negan. He's the boss around here. Keeps the place running. Makes the rules. Protects everyone. He leads us through the chaos of the world today, while trying to keep some order from the world before. He was smart, and brave, and strong. Cruel, yet kind. Gentle, yet tough. He was the most complex person I'd ever met and I was in love with him.

I was hopelessly and completely in love with the man, and he didn't even know my name…

Shaking my head- now finished brushing my hair- I put my brush down on the dresser before pulling my hair into a quick bun. Grabbing some clothes from my drawers, I got dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a grey top. Moving over to my bed again, I sat and pulled on my tattered pair of dirty white sneakers.

Now ready for the day ahead, I started for my door, ready to get to work.

…

I worked in the laundromat with a few old ladies, Margaret, Rosie and Eunice. They always seemed to make me laugh. Whenever a cute guy would come into the laundromat, once he was gone the ladies would talk about how good looking he was and how they wished they were twenty years younger so they could have a piece of him.

They loved having me around as much as I loved having them around. They told me stories of their pasts, and I helped them with tasks they couldn't do. They worried about my weight and how I was single. I worried about the health and how they were working. We were like one, big, happy family.

Margaret- or Mags for short- was the fun one. During our lunch breaks the two of us would sit together and watch other people working away. We'd make up stories about the people. Other times we'd pull pranks on Eunice and Rosie.

Rosie was the kooky one of the bunch. She could never seem to stay focused. She was always talking about random things that just didn't make sense. But she was sweet and caring, and the most understanding person I knew.

Eunice was a grump. She scared all the little kids at the Sanctuary, and she wasn't afraid to scold anyone for breaking a rule or misbehaving. Even I was a little scared of her sometimes. But she was also very wise and gave the best advice.

Today I was busy washing a pile of clothes I'd seen time and time before. Negan's.

"You know, Brandi…" Mags nudged my arm with her elbow, a giant grin on her face. "Its the boss man's birthday today."

"Oh, yes." Rosie smiled. "Oh, I do love birthdays. Cake and balloons. Will we get to play with the balloons, Eunice?" she asked, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Eunice shook her head with a sigh. "No, Rose. Just keep working, okay?"

The four of us stood around a large table, each of us washing a basket of clothes each in the bucket set before us. It was hard, washing everything by hand, but we weren't allowed to use the machines unless specifically told to.

When it came to Negan's clothes and things we could, but I preferred to do it by hand… That sounds a little creepy. I didn't mean it like that. No, I just liked to know it was actually clean. Using my hands and feeling the material… Okay I'm gonna stop there.

"I heard it was his birthday." I noted. "But that doesn't mean anything to us. We're still stuck in here washing clothes. Its not like today is going to be any different than every other day."

"Or, maybe it will be." Mags shrugged. "Maybe you just have to make it different."

I frowned at her, confused. "What are you going on about? I thought Rosie was the confusing one, not you."

Mags just laughed, shaking her head as she got back to work. It was Eunice who spoke next. "What Mags is trying to say, is that if you want something to happen then sometimes you're the one who has to make it happen." Eunice explained as she scrubbed a pair of jeans in the bucket of soapy water. "We all know how you feel about him. The only way you're going to get over this little crush, is if you take the next step."

"Exactly!" Rosie beamed.

Nodding at Rosie, Mags moved away from her bucket. "Which is why…" She stepped around the table and grabbed a basket. "You're going to take these sheets to his room and make his bed."

"But that's your job." I reminded her.

I only washed Negan's things. I never took them to his room. I hardly left the laundromat during work hours.

"Not today." Mags shook her head, thrusting the basket into my chest. "My backs been playing up again. I don't think bending over a bed and pulling at the sheets will do me any good. You're young. You do it."

There was no room for discussion or argument. There was nothing I could do or say. My fate had been sealed by the three women before me. I suddenly felt like Princess Aurora with the three fairy godmothers that try too hard and mess stuff up.

Sighing, I gripped on to the basket and looked to each of the women. "I hope you feel bad when I mess up and get in trouble. Or when nothing happens and my feelings get hurt." I glared playfully at them before turning on my heels and starting for the door.

…

I'd never been in Negan's room before. Heck, I'd never been in this part of the Sanctuary before. It was eerie, walking down the halls as I tried to find my way to his bedroom. My palms were sweaty from nerves, and my heart was beating so hard I thought it would break my ribs. I hadn't been this scared or nervous in years.

Ever since the world had fallen apart, I'd been pretty much fine. No worries or fears. I knew how to survive on little food, and I was good at staying hidden from the dead. So none of that worried me. People worried me. They made me feel small and insecure. Despite the feelings I had for Negan, I still couldn't help but feel like an ant compared to him. A tiny, insignificant ant…

Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts and continued down the a hall. I'd bumped into a man earlier, who'd been kind enough to give me directions to Negan's room. Now I stood in front of the door he'd described, hoping and praying that no one was inside so I could just do my job and leave without any hassles.

Shifting my hold on the basket, I reached to grab the door handle, turning it before I pushed the door open. No one was inside. Thank goodness.

Moving hastily, I hurried over to the bed and placed the basket on the floor by my feet before I pulled out the black sheets and got to work. Kneeling on the mattress, I slipped a corner of the sheet around the heavy mattress and pulled so I could get to the next corner. Once I was done, I grabbed the next sheet and flung it into the air so it would fall on to the bed.

Letting go of the sheet once it was done, I began to move about. Pulling, tucking and straightening the sheet so it was perfect. Running my hands over the material to neaten it, I found my mind wondering. What it would feel like to be pressed between the bed and Negan's body? The saying goes, 'Stuck between a hard place and a rock'. I'd rather be stuck between Negan and his bed. My mind whispered as a shiver ran over my body and a small smile crept on to my lips.

"You enjoying yourself, doll?"

I jumped back with a squeak.

Having forgotten about the basket on the ground, I placed my foot down wrong and tripped on the object, falling me to the ground with a thump.

Chuckling, Negan stepped further into the room, and stood behind me. I tilted my head back so I could look at him, swallowing hard at the sight of his grin. His eyes searched me as mine stayed glued to his lips, too scared to do or say anything.

He was like no one else. I'd never met a man that made me want to kneel before him. It wasn't just his dark hair, salt and pepper scruff, dark eyes, or the fact he was always wearing jeans, T-shirts and his leather jacket.

No. There was an air about him, too. His confidence. The fact he knew he was handsome and could have practically anyone he wanted, but wasn't completely up himself. Yet he was up himself, and that seemed to pull me in more. If someone can love themselves as much as he did… I just didn't understand it, and I loved it all at the same time.

Shaking his head in amusement, he moved to stand by my side and offered me his hand. But when I just looked at it, still frozen, he sighed. "Doll, don't make me feel like an asshole. I didn't mean to scare the shit out of you like that, but I did. So let me at least help you up."

Nodding slowly, I reached for his outstretched hand, letting his leather clad fingers grasp on to my tiny hand. With an easy tug, he pulled me from the ground and back to my feet.

Standing once more, I quickly let go of his hand and stepped back- making sure not to trip again. "Sorry… I wanted to finish before you got back. I know you're always busy. I didn't want to get in your way." my voice was so low and quiet. My hands were fiddling with each other. It was obvious that I was nervous.

What happened next surprised me.

Negan reached forward, lifting my chin so I would look up at him as he gave me half a smile, and half a grin. "You don't have to apologize, doll. I wouldn't fucking mind you getting in my way more often."

If we'd been living in a cartoon, I would have melted on the spot right then and there. His melted chocolate voice, dark eyes, seductive grin, gentle and yet rough touch. If I died now, I'd die happy.

Letting me go, he gestured to the bed. "Please. Continue." was all he said before he moved towards the leather couch on the other side of the room and took a seat.

Taking a deep breath as I tried my best not to look over at him, I went back to making his bed.

Grabbing the comforter out of the basket, I placed it on the bed and started to pull it in to place. Leaning forward, I tugged and brushed the material, trying to get all the creases and bumps out.

"You know… It's my birthday today." Negan's voice spoke up.

I nodded, not turning to look at him. "I know."

We fell back into silence again, but this time I couldn't help myself. Every now and then I would look over at him through the corner of my eye. Seeing him siting there, leaning back against the couch, his arm draped over the back of it, a curious and mischievous look in his eyes.

Oh, God. I want him bad. My mind groaned.

Suddenly he moved. Leaning forward as he placed his elbows on his knees and clasped his hand together in front of him, he spoke. "Why don't I know you?"

Shrugging, I kept working as I answered. "I spend my days either in the laundromat or in my room. Can't get in trouble that way."

He chuckled. "Fair enough. But you can't have fun either. Sounds pretty fucking boring if you ask me."

It had always amused me, hearing how often he cursed. I myself preferred not to say such words. But I didn't mind other's doing it, and in all my life I'd never met someone who swore as much as Negan.

"Having fun isn't a priority." I noted.

His grin grew. "Its the end of the fucking world. If we're gonna go out, might as well be with a fucking bang."

Shaking my head as I smiled, I moved around the bed to grab the pillows. "Fun is over rated, time consuming and something best left in the past. All I need is a good book and a comfortable bed."

"Come on. Don't you wish you could just let loose for one day? Let your hair down and do whatever the fuck you want? Hell, that's what I'm doing today. No work. Just fun."

I gave him a knowing look. "I thought you had fun everyday."

"Yeah, but I work, too." he pointed out before going on. "Not today though. Nope. It's my birthday. I'm gonna do whatever I fucking want."

I stopped working for a moment as I turned to him. "Its just another day."

He frowned. "What?"

"Your birthday. It's just another day." I shrugged. "I never understood why people felt the need to make birthdays such a big deal. Cakes and balloons and parties. Family, friends and presents. None of it made sense to me. Neither did Christmas, or Easter, or Thanksgiving. None of that crap ever made sense to me."

His frown grew as he watched me carefully. "Never had a birthday party when you were growing up, did you?"

Shaking my head, I got back to placing the pillows on the bed. "No. All I got was the gift of cleaning up after my hungover mother and avoiding her pervy boyfriend's grabby hands. My birthday, was just like any other day."

I had no idea why I was being so honest with him. I hadn't told a soul about my past. No teacher, or guidance counselor. No coworker or therapist. All my memories were trapped in my mind, having never been spoken aloud.

Before I realized he'd moved, Negan was suddenly standing behind me, his hand on my shoulder as he turned me around to face him. His eyes were sorry and concerned as he looked down at me.

"Shit life you had, huh?"

"Yes." I answered simply.

He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly as he lifted his hand to cup my cheek. "If you could do anything, anything, what would you do? If it was your birthday and I allowed you to do whatever you wanted, what would you do?"

Now that's a question… What would I do?

Without thinking my actions through, I reached for his jacket and pulled him down to me. Our lips pressed together in a surprised and awkward kiss at first. But the moment Negan understood, he took control and everything seemed to fall into place.

Kissing Negan was nothing like I thought it would be. There was heat, sure. But it wasn't rough and wild like I'd expected. In fact, he was actually gentle. His lips which were surprisingly soft, pressed against mine softly, like he was savouring the moment. His hand that still held my cheek didn't keep me in place. No, it was the fact he was still cupping my face that had me unmoving. Even the brush of his facial hair against my skin wasn't what I'd been expecting.

Yet I still felt as if I was drowning as all my senses took him in.

The feel of his skin against my skin, his lips against my lips, his breath brushing against me. Every nerve inside me vibrated as he awoke sensations I never thought I could feel. Heat began to pool and collect in my stomach before it lowered to rest between my legs.

Hearing the thrum of my pulse in my ear as soft moans and groans came from both of us, was the most magical thing I'd ever heard. A symphony I could get lost in for the rest of my life. Music that could be perfected by the sound of our bodies meeting each other.

I could smell the leather on his jacket, with a faint whiff of dirt and scotch. But there was also a smell I could only describe as Negan. Dangerous and sexy. Intoxicating and daring. Everything he was I could smell, and it was pulling me in, further and further.

He tasted like nothing I'd had before. There was a hint of the alcohol I'd smelt, but everything else was a mystery to me. That didn't matter though. All that mattered was now that I'd had a taste, I would always want more.

Opening my eyes as he pulled away, I couldn't help myself as I licked my lips. Seeing him staring at me with eyes so dark they were almost black, and lips reddened and plump… It did nothing to control the hunger screaming inside me.

"If you don't want to go any further, I suggest you say something now, before it's too fucking late." he told me, his eyes looking down at my lips as he waited for an answer.

Or maybe he was waiting for a chance to kiss me again?

Swallowing hard, I adjusted my grip on his jacket that I still hold as I shifted on the spot nervously. "Anything I want, right?"

That's all I had to say before his lips descended back on to mine.

He was no longer soft and gentle. He knew what I wanted and what he wanted, and he was going to take it.

Moving his hands, he grasped my waist and began to back us up until I was pressed against the bed post. Using his tongue, he opened my mouth before claiming it as his finger unbuttoned my pants, and his hand found its way to my core.

Tearing my lips from his I moaned as his fingers brushed against my folds.

"Fuck." he lowered his face to nuzzle my neck. "Lets make this the best fucking birthday, ever." he groaned as he pushed two fingers into me.

My head fell back as my hips thrust against his hand. Everything I'd been feeling before intensified as he pumped his finger in and out of me in an uneven rhythm that would surely drive me mad. One moment he would be hard and fast, pressing in as deep as he could go. Then he'd stop and slow down and feel all of me as if to find each spot that got a reaction out of me.

His lips pressed on to my neck where he began to suck and nibble on my skin. I had no doubt in my mind that he would leave a mark. I also had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. Marking me as if to say I was now his.

If that's what he wanted, then that's what he'd get. Before I would have knelt before this man without hesitation. Now, I'd probably unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants while I was down there. Give what you get, right?

With each stroke of his fingers I felt my insides tighten more and more. I felt the heat he caused burn inside me. My head was nothing but a cloudy mess of desire and need. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I was sure he could feel it too. I found myself gripping on to his shoulders and my leg sliding up to wrap around him, as my hips thrust into his hand. Sounds escaped my lips. Sounds I'd never made before.

I'd been touched before. I wasn't a virgin. But never had I ever felt like this. No one, and I mean no one, had made me feel like this before. It was completely foreign and completely intoxicating.

"Negan." his name fell from my lips as I felt everything inside me begin to curl into a ball that needed to be released. "Negan, please." I was practically begging.

Picking up the pace, Negan's lips latched on to my neck as he pressed against my most sensitive place and continued to pump his fingers, quickly drawing me to my first ever climax.

Screaming out his name, I had no control as my hips thrashed against him wildly and my fingers dug into his jacket. Fire burned through my body, setting everything alight, causing a bright fire to grow inside me. My nerves buzzed in ecstasy. My mind hummed in contentment.

For the first time in my life, I was both at peace and wide awake.

Still stroking me softly, Negan's lips brushed the skin just under my ear. I could feel him grin as he spoke. "You still think fun is over rated and birthdays are just like every other day?"

I felt myself smile as I leaned against him, running my hands over his chest. "Definitely not."

"Good." he pressed a quick kiss on my shoulder before he pulled back. Grinning down at me, he kept his hand in my pants as he asked his next question. "You ready for more?"

I was about to nod, because I may still be coming down from my high but that did not mean I wasn't ready for whatever else he had install for me. I was more than ready. I was desperate. I'd had a taste and I would forever be addicted to him.

But before I could say a single word, there was a knock on the door.

Groaning, Negan pulled his hand from my pants and adjusted himself before he called out. "What?!"

After a moment or two, the door slowly opened as one of his men poked their head in to the room and turned their attention to our leader. "Boss, we've got a situation. I know its your birthday and everything, but it's an emergency."

"Jesus, fucking Christ." Negan shook his head. "All I ask is for one fucking day. But you fuckers can't even manage that. Fuck me!" stepping away from me, he gestured to the door. "Get the fuck out and give me two fucking seconds. I need to calm the fuck down before I rip you and every other useless fuck to pieces."

Not needing to be told twice, the guy left in a hurry, closing the door behind him.

The moment he was gone, Negan turned to me. Stepping closer, he grabbed my waist and pulled my closer, pressing his lips to mine in a heated and quick kiss that left me wanting more and also slightly dazed.

Pulling back he looked down at me. "You work in the laundromat?" he asked and all I could do was nod, as my mouth refused to speak. "I'll come find you after I've dealt with this shit."

Once again I found myself in a situation where I couldn't argue even if I wanted to. What Negan wanted, Negan got, and right now I was his object of desire. Sure, I could say no, but we both knew I didn't want to.

Having nothing else to say, he started for the door to leave. But just as his hand reached for the handle, I spoke up.

"Happy birthday, Negan."

He paused and turned to me. It took a second or two, but eventually a small smile formed on his lips before he opened the door and left.

Okay, so there you have it, my first Negan/OC fic, my first one-shot fic and my first prompt fic. I know the prompt was Negan's birthday and I didn't really focus on the birthday part that much, but this is what came to mind, so… Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed :):)

Bamby