A/N: This is me fulfilling the desires of a Negan Thirst squad member, and also me slacking on the crown weighs heavy...Enjoy

There were many times you had to refuse a man, and you always found yourself flustered by the end of it. Before the world ended, dating wasn't exactly a huge part of your life. Your work and school often kept you rather busy, and the few times you did socialize with a man, only once had it ended in any sort of intimacy, one you quickly put an end to because your nerves got the best of you. And now, with the dead walking the earth, romance wasn't really around much. Aside from the occasional savior who took interest in you, you had no issues with anyone that is unless you counted your boss.

"Margaret!"

You stepped back when you hear John's voice come through the field, and you saw the man walking towards you as you continued on with your laundry duty. You hung up some wet satin sheets, biting mindfully at your lip as he grew closer and closer. John was a man, to put it simply, that didn't like taking no for an answer. It was sad to say, but you had grown accustomed to his flirtatious ways. He had propositioned on more than one occasion, and you politely declined the first few, but after a while you began to just ignore him, which didn't seem to work that well either.

"Hello, John." You greeted him as blankly as possible, but he only smiled at you, leaning against the load of laundry you had there.

"Come on, baby. Throw me a bone here."

With a deep breath you managed to calm yourself, and you turned to him with a small smile. "I'm sorry but I must get back to work." He didn't seem all too happy with your answer though, and he blocked your way to the large hamper.

"You're looking especially hot today."

"John-"

"Hey hey, watch your tone little girl. Remember who you are talking to."

His nickname for you only built the disgust inside, and you backed away from him, closing your hands into fists to try and channel your anger elsewhere. But, before you could say anything you might regret, you watched as his face paled, and he kneeled quickly to the ground. You turned around and only saw a large shadow behind one of the hanging sheets, and you curiously walked over to it, grabbing the edge and moving it aside to find the man himself standing there. With widened eyes, you fell to your knees not wanting to break any of his rules.

Negan chuckled, walking over to you and helping you back to your feet. "Pretty sight, darling. But, there is no need for that right now." A blush rose to your cheeks, and you nervously pushed a strand of your hair back as he began to scowl at your boss.

"John, now I know I've already talked to you about this shit. Do not make me repeat myself a third time."

"Y-yes sir…"

Your boss didn't dare look up, he just nodded vigorously not wanting to further his boss' anger. But, it didn't seem to do him any good. Negan sighed in frustration coming up behind the man and grabbing him roughly by the collar of his shirt, and he began dragging him off into the compound.

"Be right back, darling."

You watched in mild confusion, holding some clothes in your hands as you wondered what he was planning on doing. It was no secret that Negan didn't take kindly to those who forced themselves upon the women here, granted that didn't keep men like John from trying anything. However, the punishment for such offenses had a wide range, and it depended on the severity. But, when you saw Negan emerge a while later you had a feeling this punishment had something to do with the iron. Perhaps John was lucky that Negan didn't have Lucille currently with him.

The tall man sauntered over to you, his grin widening when he saw you getting ready to drop to your knees once more. He gestured for you to stay put, and you did as you were told.

"That prick won't be bothering you again, sweetheart. And I'm a man of my word."

Though you weren't one for the violent nature of his punishments you were undoubtedly grateful for his help. With your work schedule you were practically out here every day, and that allowed your boss to harass you relentlessly.

"Thank you, sir."

"Anything for you, doll. I'm just doing my job as your savior." He placed his leather covered hand on his chest, his signature smirk plastered on his face. You couldn't help but smile back, the blush never once leaving your cheeks whenever you were in his presence. And since you got to become part of this group weeks ago, that seemed to be happening a lot. You were found by some of his men when you were walking alongside the road one day, and without question that had taken you in. Apparently they thought you would be a good 'gift' for Negan, and they weren't wrong. He immediately took an interest in you, and he offered you a slot amongst his ever expanding wives. But, you lacked experience when it came to men, and he seemed like one who had tons of it to offer. That only served to intimidate you more, and you declined him as politely as you could. He wasn't angered by it, he only mentioned that he wanted willing participants, but if you were to change your mind you knew where to find him. Only thing is, ever since then he would find you. Almost two or three times a week he would come down while you did laundry, and he'd either sit and watch you while he drank some of his lemonade or he'd engage you in some conversation. You preferred those days, because his gaze on you made you nervous to no end.

He was so attractive, that was not up for debate in your mind, and while you didn't want to become his wife you certainly wished you had it in you to be a bit more intimate with him in other ways. But, whenever those thoughts crossed your mind it made your heart flutter, and your knees weak, and it would be another night in a cold shower to help fulfill that ache.

A chuckle came from in front of you, and you looked up to see Negan amused at the expression on your face. "Do I distract you that bad, darling? Because judging by that red on your pretty face it looks like you're about to fucking faint."

You shook your head, trying hard to will away the anxiousness that you felt. "No, I'm sorry I was thinking-"

He drew closer to you, his hand now coming up to brush the hair out of your face as he brought the other up to cup your cheek. His thumbs ran over the reddened skin, eyes twinkling with desire.

"You just like to tease me, don't you?"

"W-what? No I-"

"Shh. I think you fucking do, baby. See dickhead John may not be able to tell when a woman wants him, but I most certainly fucking can."

You sucked in a breath, heart beginning to race as he kept stepping closer making you back up into the hamper until you turned your head to look back it, which he stopped with a gentle tug as he brought your face back to gaze up at him instead.

"I know you're interested. Just fucking say the word and we can both get what we want."

It hadn't even occurred to you that Negan caught on to your attraction to him. Apparently, you weren't very good at hiding your feelings.

"I didn't know it was that-"

"Obvious? Oh, Darlin' every time I'm around you I see the way your knees tremble. Do you know how fucking hard that makes me? How difficult it is not to take that gorgeous ass of yours right here on the lawn?"

His blunt confession made you shiver, and you gripped the edge of the hamper harshly as you tried to steady your shaking. It amazed you how he managed to have such an effect on you, because his seductively deep tone made pleasure pool straight to your most intimate of spots, making you squeeze your thighs together as you felt your panties become a little too damp for your liking. Your arousal wasn't lost on him, and with a dark chuckle he inched down taking your lips into a kiss that made you sigh into his lips. His hands came up, rough leather of his gloves betraying the gentleness of his touch as he brushed your hair back, deepening the kiss until you allowed him entrance into your mouth.

Before you could properly respond, he pulled away with a satisfied grin. He licked at his lips as if he was trying to savor the very taste of you on them. "Fuck me, sweetheart." He ran a hand through his hair, looking over at the sheets drying on the clotheslines before bringing his attention back to you.

"Those satin ones are mine, doll. I hope you deliver them to me personally."

And with a wink, he confidently walked off towards the compound whistling softly as he went.