Author's Note: Smut, smut, smut, smut! I decided this would be the end to this story. I didn't want it to get repetitive, so I'll allow your imaginations to run wild at their possible sexual conquests ;)


Later that night, you find yourself sitting at Rick's front steps, waiting for him to step outside after he finished dinner. You needed to talk to him, tell him how you were feeling since you met Negan.

You hear the door creak open, turning your head to watch him walk towards you. He sits at the steps and looks over at you, gently patting your leg.

For a moment, you allow the silence to consume the both of you. It had been a tough day for Rick. He had to walk around the entire town, giving the enemy a "tour" of the area while holding onto the same weapon that killed his people. You couldn't imagine the thoughts running his mind.

"You slapped Negan," Rick says, breaking the silence.

You couldn't help but laugh, looking over at him and shrugging a shoulder. Enemy or not, no one could touch you unless you were okay with it. Negan was no different, despite the attraction you felt towards him.

"Are you surprised? I broke that guy's nose too. No one messes with us, with our family." You look over at him, seeing the upturn of his lips. You wrap your arm around him, gently kissing his temple to provide him the shoulder he needed to lean on.

"Just be careful, okay? Negan – He likes you, but for a man who is as ruthless as he is, he doesn't like when people put him in place… Especially a woman," Rick warns, leaning against your comforting touch.

You knew he was right, but you couldn't help but grit your teeth. Even in the apocalypse, women were still being treated differently than men.

"Well, he shouldn't think that he's untouchable. We're going to get him one day, Rick. I know it," You reassure him, dropping your arm from his shoulders to rest your hands on your lap. You had to tell him… You had to tell him that you couldn't help but feel an attraction towards the enemy.

"I'm going to be honest with you, okay? I don't want you to freak out. No secrets, remember?" Hesitantly, you look at him, biting your lower lip nervously. He stares at you with slightly narrowed eyes, wondering what it could be.

"I won't freak out. Now, tell me," Rick replies.

You take a deep breath and rush out the words, "I'm attracted to Negan."

Suddenly, Rick scoots away from you as if your words betrayed him. He was looking at you as if he didn't know who you were, as if you were some stranger that he couldn't trust. It hurt, but you knew if the roles were reversed and he was attracted to an enemy, you would give him the same look.

"What? Please tell me I heard you wrong."

You shake your head, remaining where you were sitting. He slowly moved back to sit next to you. You didn't know what these feelings meant and you were just hoping that Rick would understand that your attraction was something that you couldn't help.

"He just shows up here and he's fucking hot, okay, Rick? It's not my fault. I didn't ask to be attracted to the same man who is causing us so much trouble. I haven't even slept with a man since before this damn apocalypse. I haven't kissed a man since you and I tried things out… I have needs too, but when he shows up with his damn charisma and smile… A woman can't help herself," you defend yourself.

You couldn't help but listen to yourself speak. You sounded like a schoolgirl who had a crush on the most popular boy in the school.

Rick sighs, rubbing his eyes. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe that these words were coming out of your mouth. You were supposed to be the one who didn't gain feelings for anyone, the one who decided that being alone was best in this world… But maybe you were right. Despite the world turning upside and the dead rising to its feet, people still had needs.

"Well, I'm angry. Angry that he's the one you decide to be attracted to, but I know where you stand. I know that if it were up to you to choose, you would choose me. You would choose Alexandria. But like I said… Be careful. I can't watch after you all the time," Rick finally wraps an arm around you and this time, he was offering you the support that you needed.

You two remain that way for another hour before Carl comes outside to tell Rick that Judith was ready for bed. You smile at the both of them, standing from the steps of his porch. Carl was taller than you were now and you were still happy to see that he was sporting the same sheriff hat that his father gave him years ago.

"Make sure you read a good story for the lil' asskicker," you tell Rick, flashing him a smile. He quietly chuckles, thoughts of Daryl running through both your minds.


The next morning, you decide to go on a supply run. You didn't need to be accompanied. Besides, it was Daryl who usually came with you. You sigh at the thought of the man held captive at Negan's place. You couldn't help but wonder what it would take for you to help Daryl escape, but just as the thought of Negan enters your mind, you couldn't help but feel a sensation settle between your legs.

Fuck. I'm imagining his voice right near my ear right now.

"Get it together." You tell yourself, pocketing a hunter's knife into its holster at your upper thigh. You pull your hair into a hair tie, grabbing your ponytail to slip through the end of your black hat. You were dressed in a loose muscle shirt, green pants and combat boots to finish.

Since Negan took all of your guns, you had to rely solely on your knife and your hand-to-hand combat skills. Hopefully, though, you didn't have to encounter anyone that would give you a hard time.

It was bad enough that Negan was giving Rick a difficult time, but now he was occupying your mind and thoughts. It wasn't right.

"Hey, Eugene… Tell Rick I've gone out, okay? I'll be back before sunset." You tell the other man who simply nods. "Eugene… Hey…"

"I heard you. I'm building this radio for Negan and his men. When he returns, I will show him how useful I am. I am doing what I can to contribute and –"

You interrupt him and walk over to where he was sitting, giving him a gentle hug. It seemed as if everyone forgot that the people behind these walls were family and that meant that you were allowed to break down.

"You don't need to prove yourself to him. I know how useful you are, Eugene. We all do. Just tell Rick, okay? I'm capable of going alone, so if he tries to send people out to accompany him, tell him I'll be back. By sunset." You pull your arms away from the man's shoulders, seeing him nod once more.

You climb into the car and drive towards the gate, allowing the people to open it for you. You press on the brake pedal, jutting your head out the opened window to call for Eugene.

"Eugene!"

He looks up.

"Abraham would be proud to know that you're stepping up. I'll see you later," you tell him, driving past the opened gate. Sometimes people needed to realize that just because Rick decided not to fight didn't mean that it would never happen.

You glance at your rearview mirror, seeing Alexandria become even smaller as you drive away. You had stayed up last night circling possible towns to scavenge on the map. It was always a scary thought when you didn't know if the towns were overrun or if there were civilians that could potentially be threats.

It was a dog eat dog world now and there was no place that was considered safe if they didn't have walls.

When you pull up to an abandoned market, you see a few walkers that would be easy to take out. Hopefully that meant that there were no threats inside the market.

You climb out of the car, pocketing the keys and pulling your knife from its holster. One after the other, you stab the walkers' heads in with the pointy end of your knife. You wipe the blood from your knife onto your pants, seeing it stain the olive-green fabric.

You clear your threat, stepping into the market that looked completely empty from the front of the store. You quietly knock on one of the shelves, waiting for any walkers to rise from its hiding place.

You wait a few minutes before deciding that the place was clear of any walkers. You begin walking further into the market, looking for anything that could be of use back at Alexandria. You snatch a few canned goods, putting them in your backpack. Food was always the top at the list, but if you found medicine or any medical items, it would be even better.

You spot a Pharmacy at the end of the market and grin, cautiously walking towards the ransacked area.

So far, so good.

As you begin searching for any medicine, you hear a few voices coming from outside the market. You clear your throat, quietly hiding underneath the pharmacy's desk. You hoped these people would just go about their day, looking for food and not caring about medicine.

You pull your knife from your holster, ready to strike anyone if need be.

Until you hear his voice. It powered through the entire building, making his presence known. You bite your lower lip, shutting your eyes.

"Go away, go away, go away…" You mumble to yourself.

"Go and check the area. I'm going to check the fucking pharmacy." Negan says. He steps towards the pharmacy, his boots making a loud noise with each step he took. It was as if he wanted everyone to know who he was.

No one would think of checking underneath the pharmacy desk, so you curl up against the corner, hoping that he didn't see any movement.

As he begins walking further away from you and down the aisles, you watch him carefully, seeing that he found a few useful pill bottles.

Those were supposed to be yours, but you remember that half of your stuff belonged to him.

From the sound of his other men, you figure they were at the other end of the store, leaving you and Negan alone in this big corner. You needed to leave. And you needed to do it fast.

Quietly, you climb out of your hiding spot once his back was turned. You remain hunched so that none of his men would catch you. All you had to do was make a run for it and hopefully dodge bullets that you were sure would be coming at you.

Suddenly, you hear a whistle and you turn your head to see Negan standing before you with a large grin and his bat propped on his shoulder.

"Well, you just love to surprise me, don't you, doll?"

You straighten up, pocketing your knife but keeping a tight grip on the handle. He raises a hand to stop his men from coming in this direction as he takes a step forward, tilting his head down at you. His scent was intoxicating and you couldn't help the dirty thoughts that ran through your mind.

"It appears that way, doesn't it?" You reply.

"What are you doing out here? All alone and dressed like that?" Negan smirks, his eyes deviating to your outfit. It wasn't much, but apparently Negan had the biggest imagination known to man.

"I'm out here trying to scavenge supplies that you're going to end up taking anyway. I can't do that if you're skipping a step and taking what could have been my findings."

"I'd say we fucking think alike, doll. You know, I see the way you look at me. Fuck, you're doing it right now and it's making me extremely fucking hard." Negan steps forward into your personal space and out of instinct, you take a step back, feeling your lower back hit the edge of the counter.

"You sure? Because from my end, I can't tell." You knew you were hurting his ego, but you couldn't help it. Maybe you were asking for him to show you exactly what your presence was doing to him.

Negan narrows his eyes, moving his free hand to rest on the edge of the counter, trapping you between his body and the desk behind you. You clear your throat, keeping your arms at your sides as your hand hovers at the handle of your knife.

"Don't even think about it, doll. I will shut that shit down before you can even think about grabbing that damn knife." Negan says, ripping the holster from your thigh and tossing it aside. You weren't completely vulnerable, but having a knife made you more comfortable.

"Get away from me," you snarl.

"Oh, do you really want me to leave you the fuck alone? From the way your cheeks are heating up, I'd say that me being close to you is doing something to you. Am I right?" Negan tilts his head, maintaining his trademark smirk.

"It's hot. That's why my cheeks are heating up. Don't look too much into it. Not all women you meet are going to drop to their knees for you. Besides, I'm sure you were looking for some pills to help you get yourself up, huh? It's okay to admit it. You're nearing that age and it's only normal."

Oh, you were asking for it. Rick's words begin to echo in your mind. He was right. Negan was the type of man who didn't like to be talked back to and from the looks of it, he wasn't used to someone giving him the same amount of attitude. He was used to people obeying his commands and you were doing the complete opposite.

"Turn around. Turn the fuck around." Negan says, grabbing your upper arm roughly and turning your back to him. Before you could even protest or do anything, you feel him press against your backside.

You couldn't help but let a gasp escape your lips at the feel of him. Here you were, talking about how it must have been difficult for him to even engage in any sexual acts, but the way he pressing against you made you realize how completely wrong you were.

You could feel the outline of his hardened manhood and for a moment, you shut your eyes. It had been so long.

"What did you say about me having a fucking difficult time getting my dick up, doll? Because on this fucking end, I'd say you'd want me to fuck your brains out."

You couldn't control your body and what it was about to do because before you know it, you were pressing back against him. He responds with a quiet groan, moving his free hand to grab onto your hip.

Negan turns you around and almost instantly, your eyes drift to his lower half. You definitely took notice of his large bulge beneath his pants as your hands itch to touch him. All sense of morals was thrown out the window as you bring a hand to run up his chest along the feel of his leather jacket.

"You've got about five seconds to tell your men to keep watch or else this won't happen." You tell him, tugging the zipper of his leather jacket down to reveal his plain white t-shirt.

He smirks, looking into your eyes. He could tell you were being serious from the way that you were practically fucking him with your own orbs. You needed to let loose and if it meant doing that with your enemy? Well, then so be it.

"Hey, fuckers! Go outside and keep watch for any threats! I've got some business to take care of," Negan yells. His men glance at you and from the looks of it, they understood exactly what he meant.

Instantly, the men begin leaving the market and you brush his leather jacket off his shoulders, tossing it over your shoulder onto the counter. You watch him set Lucille onto the desk with his jacket, instantly tugging you with both hands on your hips.

"I'm going to have a mighty fun time fucking the shit out of you, doll," Negan whispers huskily, bringing his lips to gently graze your jawline. Out of instinct, your head tilts up to allow your neck to be exposed and when you feel his lips against one of your many hot spots, you let out a quiet moan.

"This is – It's a one time thing," you stammer, feeling the scruff of his beard heighten the pleasure. You wanted it to last, but at the same time, you wanted it to already be done with so that all sense of attraction would disappear.

You just had to sleep with him and that would fix your attraction towards the man.

"You say that now. We'll see if you'll be saying that when I'm fucking balls deep inside you, sweetheart."

You squeeze your legs together at the choice of his words. You never had a partner talk dirty to you and surprisingly, you fucking loved it.

You didn't need to tell him that it had been years since you've done this. He didn't need to know that since the apocalypse happened, you hadn't slept with anyone. You had other things to worry about than having a one night stand with someone who could possibly kill you afterwards.

He pulls back to look down at you. His once threatening look in his eyes is replaced by a glimmer of lust and want. When he presses his hips against your front, you gasp instantly.

Fuck. You needed him. Now.

Negan could sense your urgency and despite wanting to take his time with you, he knew that this was not going to be a one time thing. It was surely going to happen again.

He turns you around once more, bending you over the edge of the counter. Your face remains inches away from his bat, almost reminding you that this man was the enemy. He was the one you were supposed to fight against, but here you were… Wet and ready for him.

Negan reaches around you to unbutton your pants and pull down your zipper. Once he accomplishes that, he tugs it down to your ankles, following your white panties. As you remain bent down over the counter at his mercy, you realize that you were exposed in a way that no one has ever seen you before. At least not since the world turned chaotic.

He reaches down to let the tip of his finger run down the length of your sex, earning him a moan that escaped your lips. Not only were you exposed for him, but you were now completely and utterly vulnerable.

"Fuck, doll. You're wet? For me? What a nice fucking surprise."

You hear Negan fumble with his belt before the sound of his pants hitting the ground echoes in your ears. When his hips push against yours, you instantly widen your eyes at the feel of his warm member against the crevice of your buttocks. Just from the feel of him, you could tell he was well-endowed in all aspects of girth and length.

"I swear if you don't fuck me right now, I will take this bat and swing it in your direction," you threaten him, though, you don't make any movement to grab the weapon.

Negan laughs, grasping himself and running the head of his member along your lips, brushing against your bud and your opening.

"Now, as hot as it would be to fucking see you holding my sweet, sweet Lucille… We can't have you going around threatening me. Like I told Rick and the rest of your people…" Negan leans forward, his lips hovering near your ear as his other hand grasps the ends of your hair in a tight grip. He continues to tease you with the head of his member, causing your eyes to roll back at the mere feeling of him brushing against the area where you needed him the most.

"You belong to me." Negan growls, aligning himself with your opening and thrusting without hesitation into your tight abyss. You grab the edge of the counter in a tight grip, shutting your eyes tightly at the large intrusion.

"Fuck!" You moan out, extending your legs as far as your pants would allow. The feel of his manhood stretching you from the inside causes you to become even more wet than you already were. It was slightly painful when he pushed himself into you, but you knew that the pain would soon disappear and the pleasure would take over.

"Holy fucking fuckity fuck! You have got one tight motherfucking pussy! Either it's been a fucking while or the damn exercising helps, but holy shit! You are better than all of my wives combined!" He says with a growl and before you could even push him away and ask about his wives, you feel him begin a quick pace causing you to lose your train of thought.

Negan moves a hand to your hip, tightening his grip as the other moves underneath your shirt to grab your breast, pulling one free from the confines of your bra.

Fuck, he felt so good and he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Scream my fucking name, darlin'…" Negan says, his hips slamming against yours repeatedly. He wasn't showing you any mercy and the fact that he wasn't taking your tightness into consideration made the situation all that much more pleasurable.

You always wanted a man that was rough in the bedroom. Who knew that the man to show you that was the same man you despised?

"N – Not a chance," you say in between breaths. You could feel yourself near the edge of your own climax and fuck, it had been a while. You were sure that it would cause your body to shake entirely, tightening yourself even further around his member, but until then…

You were going to make him work for what he wanted.

In response, he brings his hand from your breast to deliver a sharp slap to your backside, leaving a reddened handprint on your butt cheek. You moan loudly at the sensation, his hips slamming into you without any signs of stopping.

"I'm not going to fucking ask again…" Negan responds, moving both hands to your hips. It gave him leverage and more power now that he was holding onto you. He was in control and you were going to regret it soon enough.

"Technically… Ah, fuck… You didn't ask…" You toss your head back at the feel of every inch inside your walls. It felt so fucking good.

"You are a fucking naughty girl," Negan smirks. He always loved a challenge and right now, he was determined to make you scream his name loud enough that his men could hear it and possibly loud enough to attract any nearby walkers.

Negan pulls out of you, causing you to whimper in protest, but before you could push your hips back into him, he slams into you, causing you to bump against the counter.

You were sure you were going to have many bruises around your body from Negan and that thought alone got you all excited.

Negan feels his own climax building which results into his sporadic, sloppy thrusts. He moves a hand down to your lower half, instantly finding your bundle of nerves and the moment he presses his fingers against it, you moan out loud.

"Fuck!" You yell. You push back against his thrusts, making him push deeper than you thought possible and with the added speed of his thrusts and the pressure he was circling around your clit, you couldn't help but come undone.

Negan doesn't stop despite the tightness he suddenly felt around his manhood. You were wrapping around him in a tight vice and he continued to slam into you. His ministrations against your bud continues as does his thrusts and it was only until you screamed his name that he pulled out and released along your lower back.

"Negan!"

You feel a warm, sticky liquid at your lower half before Negan looks around and spots scattered napkins along the desk. He grabs it instantly and wipes his release from your skin, cleaning his residue off of your body.

You pull up your panties and your pants, buckling them instantly. You fix yourself, including your bra and shirt before turning around to see him already dressed with that damn prideful smirk on his lips.

"That's not happening again," you tell him, picking up your bag before he stops you, taking it from your hands. Negan's eyes never leave you as he rummages through your things and pulls out the canned goods that you managed to scavenge before he got here.

"Who do you belong to, doll?" Negan smirks, setting the canned food onto the counter in a short line. It wasn't much, but it was enough for the start of your day.

"I don't belong to anyone." You reply, trying to move away from him before he grabs your hip roughly and places you back in front of him. He once again traps you between his large frame and the desk, leaning in close enough that your lips could barely touch his.

"Wrong fucking answer, doll. Now, let me ask again. Who the fuck do you belong to?"

You narrow your eyes, trying to rid your thoughts of him punishing you. Fuck. You were supposed to sleep with him once and it was going to cure all of your impure thoughts of the man.

"What? Cat got your fucking tongue? About five minutes ago, I'd say you were screaming in pleasure." Negan reaches down and brings his hand to slide into your pants, running his fingertip along your panty-covered clit.

You shudder at the contact, your eyes slightly fluttering. Instantly, you move a hand to the edge of the counter and grip it tightly.

"Answer me, doll. Who do you belong to?" Negan adds pressure, slowly circling your bundle of nerves as your lips remain inches from his.

"Y – You… I belong to you!" You finally respond.

Negan steps back, taking his hand from your pants and smirking down at you.

"Good. Now that we've got that shit established… I will be fucking taking these canned goods from you, so don't worry about bringing it back to Alexandria. And darlin'? Thank you very much for what just transpired between you and I. You're going to make me want more of that sweet pussy of yours," Negan says, brushing his lips against yours.

Instantly, you push him away, shaking your head.

"That was a one time thing. And for the record, don't kiss me on the lips."

Negan grins. You were exactly like him in the sense that you just wanted sex with no strings attached. He could definitely use you back at the Sanctuary, but he knew unless Rick decided to hurt you that there would be no chance that you would leave Alexandria and he definitely did not want someone he didn't trust back at his compound.

For now, though, he was definitely going to see more of you whether you liked it or not. Though, from what just happened… He was sure that you were going to want more despite your words.

"You know it fucking felt good, doll… Don't deny yourself the pleasure that your body needs! It's only natural." Negan smirks, running a gentle hand down your side as if he was admiring every curve of your body. It made you wonder if he could be gentle in the bedroom…

No. No. No. One time thing. That was it. No more.

"Mm, I've had better. You're nothing special," you tell him, glancing at the canned goods before you take your backpack from him. You slide it onto your back and look up at him. It was the first time you actually got a good look at his features and fuck, if he looked handsome from afar, he looked sexier up close.

Negan smirks, "You're a bad liar, sweetheart. I think I just gave you the fuck of your life. I mean, the way you tightened up around me… Mmm-hm! Makes me hard just thinking about it."

He was right. You had never even known what an orgasm felt like until today and the fact that it was Negan that gave you your first orgasm was something that he didn't need to know.

"You mentioned wives? I'm sure they can help with your little situation." You grab your knife and holster, buckling it around your thigh as you stare up at him. He had tossed your hat away and you reach over to grab it, but not before he takes it from your grasp.

"I will be taking this. Gives me another reason to come back to Alexandria more than needed," he winks.

You narrow your eyes, eyeing the hat before sighing to yourself. You still couldn't get your mind off how good he felt and how you wanted more.

"Also, about my wives… They're certainly not as good as you are, doll. That's a fucking compliment. So, say thank you and I'll leave you to gather more stuff for me," Negan steps back, grabbing his leather jacket and slipping it on with ease. He strokes his hair back, grabbing his bat and resting it against his shoulder.

"That's a shame because this is the last time you're getting between my legs." You begin to walk away before you feel his hand grab your wrist, but it was different than the first time. It was gentler.

"I'm liking this new relationship, doll. When you want to stop denying your fucking feelings, let me know the next time I come to Alexandria. I would love to fucking know how good you taste," he winks, releasing your wrist from his gentle grasp.

Your insides tingle at his words, clearing your throat as you stare into his eyes for a moment.

"If this is going to happen again… It's strictly going to be sex. That's it. Nothing else. No one must know about it."

Negan's grin broadens, showcasing the slight lean that he had a habit of doing.

"Oh? Does that mean that there's going to be a next time?" Negan looks down at you, licking his lips as he lets his eyes trail your frame.

"I guess you'll have to find out, now won't you?" You playfully wink at him, turning your heel to leave the market as the men that were standing outside look at you with smirks on their faces. A few of them obviously check you out, laughing quietly to themselves.

There was no way this was going to only be a one time thing. You wanted more and you wanted Negan.

You were fucked.

(Literally and figuratively).