Welcome to the sequel to Without Darkness.
If you haven't read Without Darkness you should go back and check it out, you'll want the backstory. This AU story will pick up where Without Darkness left off but will have some jumps in time. This fic will most likely be shorter than the first, fyi.
Thank you all for being so supportive and encouraging. It does take quite a lot of work to produce these fics and I have a tendency to stretch myself too thin, which results in lagging updates so I apologize for that. Hearing from readers always makes it worth it. I was going to wait to start posting this fic but I am the most impatient person ever and enjoy feedback.
This fic will contain the usual mature content. Gore, language, possible trigger situations, smut and probably other offensive stuff. 18 and older please and thank you.
I don't own the Walking Dead or it's characters. All OCs and non canon story lines are mine.
Now to the good stuff, Negan and Kayla in the wild.
ENJOY!
"What happened to Lucille?" Negan's voice broke the comfortable silence, his eyes were tired and mouth frowned. Kayla swallowed dryly before replying, "They burned her at a memorial for their loved ones."
She watched his hands tighten on the steering wheel, his cheek ticking as the information sunk through him like jagged shrapnel. Clearing his throat, Negan adjust his position to lean against the door rest. "I suppose it's for the best."
"I'm sorry, Negan." She spoke softly, reaching across to grab his thigh.
"Don't be doll." He replied, his voice rougher than before. "I'll find something else to beat the shit out of people with."
"You mean besides your dick?" Kayla joked with a raised eyebrow.
"Exact-fucking-ly." He rasped, flashing a sly grin, his amused eyes flicking to hers. "Fuckin' missed you, sweetheart."
"Me too." She smirked, rolling her head on the seat to watch him steer lazily. "I think we should drive as far as we can. I don't know if anyone will follow us, but if they do, they'll be out for blood."
"Yeah, I fucking doubt Rick's gonna fess up. He'll probably say you killed that fuck and broke me out or something."
"I don't really give a shit, as long as they leave us alone."
"Ditto, baby cakes"
The car was quiet for a while until Negan asked, "How's your back? You were still hurtin' yesterday."
"It's... fine I guess. It's all grown back but the skin is so damn tight and whatever nerves were exposed... it still hurts."
"Shit." Negan muttered, his hand covering hers. "Did he send anything for you?"
"I have a first aid kit I used to fix your head, don't know what's in it."
"We'll have to catalog what we got, see what we need. There's probably a week, week and half of food, but only a few days worth of water, so we'll need to find a source a.s.a.p."
"Did we have any leads for out west?"
"I know we were planning on hitting Humphrey before all this shit happened. We could try there."
"Whatever you think." Kayla replied leaning back in her seat.
"Get some sleep, doll."
"Nope." She replied with a smile. "You're the one with the head injury. Truthfully, I should be driving."
"Fuck no." He retorted. "Last time I let you be in charge of getting us somewhere we ended up lost. as. fuck."
"Fuck off. That was one time."
"One, is too many times." He retorted dryly, his tongue between his molars as he winked at her.
"Ass." Kayla muttered, crossing her arms as though angry.
"Yes, please." He grinned, his hand squeezing her thigh. "Fuck, I can't wait to fuck you. Do you have any. fucking. idea how bad I wanted to just bang you through those bars."
"Hot prison sex?"
"Super fucking hot, hard prison sex." He groaned, adjusting his tightening sweatpants.
"Maybe we can role play sometime. You be the inmate and I'll be the hot guard who has a thing for tall, dark and handsome convicts. Bad boys with charming grins and big dicks."
"Fuck, doll. My johnsons gonna bust through my goddamn pants and set off the airbags."
Laughing lightly, Kayla gave him a coy look and flirted back. "Yeah well, I'm soaking the upholstery."
Slamming on the brakes, Negan stopped in the middle of the abandoned strip of pavement. Jamming the stick into park violently, he turned in his seat to face her. One arm was braced on the seat, while his other clutched the edge of the dashboard with white knuckles, his wide frame blocking her in. Negan leaned over the center console and loomed above Kayla, his tongue swiping his bottom lip before being bitten between his teeth. A hunger filled his eyes as she peered up at him. Kayla's fingers reached out to curl into the worn cotton stretching across his chest, pulling him just a little closer. Biting her lip, she watched him slowly press his forehead against hers, while staring deeply into her eyes.
"I want to screw your fucking brains out, baby doll. Just spread you open and fuck the motherfucking fuck out of that teeny, tiny, tight fuckin' pussy." He spoke through clenched teeth, finishing with an almost painful groan. His eyes fluttered and he sucked air through his teeth as though he were imagining just how good it would feel but found picturing it, painfully too little.
"But..." Negan groaned, his dark, dilated eyes softened as he looked her over. His large hand cupped her cheek, brushing a gentle thumb across her marred skin. "I want our first time together to not be in this shitmobile, surrounded by god fucking knows what. I'm not about to get your luscious ass mawed on by anyone but me."
Smirking, Kayla joked, "We've fucked before Negan. I'm no blushing bride."
"You know what I mean." He snapped, his hand tightening on the dashboard.
"I was just kidding." She sighed, her brow furrowed as he stewed in the driver's seat.
"No you're avoiding, like always. You haven't told me anything else about what happened to you besides that first night."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Which is fine right now, but eventually you're going too."
"How did we go from about to fuck like animals, to a conversation about bullshit?" she growled angrily, she didn't want to speak about being tortured. Who would?
"I don't fucking know!" Negan growled, his hand roughly rubbing his face before gripping a handful of his hair. "I think I'm losing it. Or lost it being locked up."
"Hey." She murmured, tugging on his shirt to get him to look back at her. "A lot happened. It'll take time to unwind from all that shit. Believe me, when I first got out and had to adapt to Sanctuary and you. I was a fucking mess for a while."
"Oh yeah?" He asked, with a tired smile.
"Yeah."
Leaning forward, Negan kissed her softly. His hand held her neck, his thumb laying across her jawline. "How'd I get you doll?"
"Pure fucking luck." She muttered against his lips, giving him another peck before saying, "We should keep moving babe. I don't want to deal with any drama."
"Babe huh?" He asked, kissing her forehead. Restarting the car, Negan pulled out slowly to continue down the road. Smirking at her while steering with one hand, he commented, "I dig it."
After driving all night and into the late morning, the pair found a gated community off the beaten path. The gate was busted open and the houses long raided but they needed a place to rest before continuing to the town named Humphrey.
Negan and Kayla did a quick drive through the community looking for obvious signs of dead or living. Finding it relatively clear, the pair picked a house with a working front door and cleared the property. Once barricade inside, their car secured in the garage, Kayla fixed a small meal of canned food.
"Fuck I'm gonna miss fresh fucking vegetables and fruit." Negan complained while eating a heaping of beans.
"Yeah, this is going to be shitty." Kayla commented, chewing slowly. "But you're out of prison, I'm no longer waiting for a knife in my back from some pissed off housewife and we're free to do whatever the fuck we want."
"I'd rather go back to Sanctuary and eat a motherfucking BLT sandwich on fresh bread."
"Well, obviously." She retorted, scraping her dish clean. Tossing the dishes in the sink, Negan motioned to the staircase and asked, "You wanna sleep upstairs?"
"Sure." She replied, following him to the second floor. "We doin' a watch"?
"Probably a good idea." He muttered, scrubbing his scruffy jaw. "Fuck, I hate this."
Kayla frowned, stepping into his chest and resting her hands on his hips. "I know it sucks."
"It more than sucks Kay. It's fucking bullshit." He huffed, stepping away to pace the floor. "It's goddamn ludicrous. I fucking built Sanctuary from the fucking ground up and what? Now I gotta scrape fucking by on the run with you?!"
Negan's voice became louder as he went on, his words spilling out in a flurry as all the stress and rage from the months of incarceration flooded out.
"That fucker. That fucking, fucker Prick. He takes me down, slits my goddamn throat while I'm asking for help? That fucking fuck. I tell him you're gone, tell him they took you, that they're doing god fucking knows what to you and what. the. fuck. does he do? The cocksucking motherfucking prick. Slits. My. Fucking. Throat!"
Kayla stepped forward, grabbing his hand, which he instantly yanked from her.
"No doll. Don't fucking try it." He jabbed his finger in her face.
"Try what? To calm you down? You need to stop yelling."
"Fuck off. Fuck anything that comes this way because I'm gonna beat some fucking heads in with my god-fucking-damn bare fucking hands. I'm gonna tear something's throat out and stomp its skull in until there's nothin' left. Nothing! It's been too goddamn long since I fucked something up."
"Negan, stop."
"No. It's a crock of shit. You deserve more than this bullshit." He ranted, raking a hand through his hair. "I'm supposed to fucking take care of you. You're my goddamn wife and they just... they just." His throat closed as he looked at her with watery, rage-filled eyes, his hands clenched into tight fists.
Stepping closer, Kayla carefully cupped his cheeks despite his angry glare. Stroking the rough hair covering his dimples, she murmured, "It wasn't your fault."
It was as though the words weighed too much once he heard them. Negan's chin dropped to his chest and a sob escaped his throat. Falling to his knees, his long arms wrapped around her hips and waist as his face pressed into her stomach. She could feel tremors running through his giant body and the tears soaking her shirt. Kayla cupped the back of his head, combing her fingers through his hair gently, scraping her nails along his scalp.
"Easy baby, easy." She murmured, kissing the crown of his head as she spoke into his thick hair. "It wasn't your fault and I'm sorry that Rick took advantage of the situation. It was bullshit. But we'll find a way Negan. We always do and at least we're out here together."
Tipping his face up after scrubbing it against her shirt, his looked at her with bloodshot eyes. "I need to keep you safe and it's so fucking hard to do that out here, with no back up."
"You have back up." She replied evenly, her words unwavering. "You'll always have back up."
They stared at each other for a moment before Kayla lowered her mouth to his, kissing him deeply and thoroughly. The mood had turned from rage, to sorrow and now buzzed wildly with need.
Negan was on his knees one moment but on his feet the next, his large hands squeezing her ass and gripping her neck.
Their mouths worked frantically against each other, as they shuffled to the bed. Kayla tumbled back as Negan caught himself before crushing her. Hands tore clothing off as they continued to rediscover each other's mouths. Kayla arched off the bed to press her tits into Negan's face, begging him for attention.
The man growled deeply, his hands clutching her breasts as he twirled his tongue around the stiff peaks.
"Fucking shit, doll." He groaned deeply as she fisted his cock in a tight hand. "Fuck. I'm not gonna last one hot goddamn minute."
"Me neither." She muttered, licking her lips as she watched her hand pump his swollen dick. "I just need to feel you."
Growling deeply, Negan sat back on his heels and tugged Kayla towards him, while spreading her thighs wider. His eyes ate her up, scanning her naked vulnerable form like a ravenous beast.
"Promise to tell me if I hurt you." he grunted, his thumb brushing through her folds, spreading the obvious arousal and causing her to moan.
"Yes. Now fuck me, Negan." She growled, lifting her hips towards the desired appendage. "Please."
"Fuck." He grunted before pushing inside with one long, slow thrust. Kayla couldn't stop from clutching at him desperately. They hadn't been intimate in months and it felt as though it had been years.
"Jesus motherfucking Christ, you are tight. as. fuck, doll face." He moaned, flinging himself forward to bury his face in her neck. Sucking and licking his way to her mouth, Negan moaned as her walls clenched around him. "Fuck. You are ri-goddamn-diculously wet, sweetheart."
"Yeah." Kayla gasped, rolling her hips against his, as he whined at the action. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard."
"I'm gonna cum." He mumbled, pulling back before plunging back in with a pathetic whimper. "Fuck I can't-."
"Just let go." She murmured against his lips, "This ain't the last time."
Negan sat up and gripped her hips, his eyes hooded and dark. Kayla could barely make them out.
With one last slow thrust, Negan let loose a barrage of hip shattering moves. Kayla held on as he just about pillaged straight through her, her own orgasm rising up and crashing so surprisingly, that it brought tears to her eyes.
"Oh shit!" she cried out, her legs wrapping a steel-like vice around his waist as Negan kept pushing into her without pause. His breathing was frantic as she convulsed around his swelling head, the man losing control as she ground against him seeking out every last drop of pleasure.
"Shitfuck." He snarled, his fingers digging into her hips as his own release hit him like a freight train. "Baby. Oh god of fucking fuck. Doll."
Negan collapsed forward, his face pressed in between her moist tits. His breath was warm and wet across her already sweaty skin. She raked her fingernails through his shaggy hair while kissing his sticky temple.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled into her overheated skin. "It'd been too long, next time will be better."
"Stop apologizing. I came didn't I?"
"Once. You know I like to make you scream until you can't anymore."
"Yeah well, I'm not sure I want to scream until I can't anymore. That was fucking amazing."
Snorting, Negan pushed himself upright and peered down at her. "You're beautiful freshly fucked, that's for sure."
Smirking, Kayla offered, "You're pretty damn handsome, all hot and bothered."
They lay there for quite some time, both sinking into the other for the first time in many months. Negan's hand brushed the edge of her healing scars and jolted at the unfamiliar texture. Sliding away from his grasp, Kayla lowered her eyes from his curious ones.
Reaching out, he tipped her chin up and traced her face slowly with dark eyes.
"Let me see." Negan whispered, his gaze imploring as his trembling fingers tips touched her scarred cheek. "Please show me."
Kayla's head bowed heavily, her eyes flooding with unshed tears. His arm wrapped securely around her waist, his mouth pressing into her neck and brushing her ear. "I got you Kay. It's me.. you're safe with me. Please show me."
"I..." she croaked, shaking her head. "Don't want you to see."
"I have too."
Kayla's chin rest on her chest, her tears dripping from her chin and jaw. She sniffed loudly before nodding and sliding away from him. She let him see her arms and stomach, which had new scars, tiny scattered cuts from being dragged and beaten. Kayla swallowed thickly as her eyes connected with his, noticing his jaw tightening as he gazed at her.
"Are you sure?" She whispered, her nervous eyes flicking from him to the bed.
"Turn around." He bit out, his jaw ticking with suppressed anger. Taking a slow breath in, Kayla rolled over to reveal her new skin to Negan for the first time since her captivity.
Her whole body was trembling as she felt his eyes soaking in the gruesome mess her back had become. When his fingers touched her hip, she flinched violently, releasing a choked gasp.
The room was deathly quiet except for Kayla's quickened breath and the squeak of the bed as Negan scooted closer.
"Can I touch you?" The tightness of his tone had her peeking at him over her scarred shoulder. The stricken look and glossy eyes she found on a man, who had never looked as distraught as he did right then, had her nodding despite wanting nothing more than to put her shirt back on.
"N-not at the top... it still hurts."
"Still?"
"Doctor said it's nerve damage. Misfiring something or other."
"Will it go away?"
"He didn't now.. maybe."
His hand hovered over her waist, the man unsure about touching her for the first time ever. The rough pad of his thumb slowly stroked up her spine, the thick digit brushing silken passes as it traveled. "You gotta tell me if it hurts." His voice firm but desperate. "I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart."
"You won't."
"I could-."
"You won't."
Negan was tentative at first, the stroke still just a fingertip. Slowly it became four pads and then the warmth of his wide palm soothed her trembling nerves. The man adjusted his touch by feeling her reactions. The tensing of her spine meant it was too much and he'd pull back and lighten his motions. Soon the pain receded and she could sink into his hand following the curve of her hip up to the base of her skull. He combed his finger into her hair and scratched them along her scalp. Tingles broke out across her body and she found herself rolling over to face him. His thigh slid between her legs as he yanked her closer, causing her to grind against Negan's leg.
"Fuck dollface." He growled, "You're greedy."
"I'm making up for lost time. With everything else I'd nearly forgotten how good we are at this."
Negan's mouth turned into his widest and most obnoxious smile, his nose wrinkled and chest vibrating with laughter. Kayla loved making him laugh genuinely. She could almost see who he'd been before the world went to shit.
"I could never forget that, sweetcheeks." He drawled, his voice gravelly and jovial as he gave her wink while grabbing her ass.
Giggling, Kayla smacked his chest and spoke with laughter bubbling up. "Stop."
"No. I won't. I've fucking missed this. Fuck… I." He voice seemed to disappear suddenly, his hooded eyes dropping to hers. "I can't fucking believe we're here right now."
"Me neither."
"We can do this." He rasped, his fingers tracing her jaw and chin.
"Yeah, yeah we can." Kayla replied, her lip pulling up into a soft smile. "We are."
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