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~Dog Teeth: Chapter#2~


Series: The Walking Dead
Rating:
Mature: Contains harsh language, violence/gore, sexual situations.
Pairing: Negan/Lucille (OC)
Copyright: Everything besides Lucille (The OC, not the bat) belongs to Robert Kirkman :)
Author's Note: hi all, i'm so happy that was able to get out another update so fast. i left it at bit of a cliffhanger so i didn't want to leave the few of you following this story on edge (if you even were) for too long :). i also just have a lot of ideas for this story that i am very eager to get out all at once haha. hope you enjoy, please leave a review to let me know what you think c:and thank you so much for the follows and favorites! they mean a lot to me to know that you all are awaiting my updates ^^
Please: Review, favorite and follow! I love to know what you're all thinking and your ideas. Please shoot some constructive criticism my way as well, it helps me improve c:
IMPORTANT NOTICE: There will time-skipping in this period (i.e. flashbacks of Negan and the OC) and there will be many throughout this story in order to explain their backstory. There is always a time period label whenever time periods are switching or are taking place at any time that is not the present in the story (Negan being reunited with Lucille). Enjoy!
SLIGHT(?) LEMON NOTICE: There is kind of(?) a smut in this chapter. It isn't really important to the story line and isn't very graphic either, though I figured I would warn you all beforehand anyways :)


"Our world was finally reunited."
-Forgive Durden, The End and The Beginning


Time Period: Three years prior to outbreak.

"Ah, fuckity, fucking, fuuuck." Negan moaned, his fists clenching the sheets on each side of Alice's face as he rode out his climax above her, toes curling against his skin in ecstasy. The dark-haired man looked down as he bit into his own lip, watching as the disheveled face of his lover peered up at him with lust-filled eyes and a devilish smirk to match his own. The dirty blonde woman's hair was strewn about her face, looking wild a haughty as her sculpted, voluptuous figure was pinned beneath him and shown with a thin sheen of sweat from their sexual endeavors. The well-muscled man bucked into her one last time, earning a final lengthy, deep and drawn out moan from her and her tapered waist was raised once again against his abdomen before she fell back onto the bed the final time that night.

Negan finally rolled off of the woman once he was content with his work, grinning at the woman as her burnished complexion shone back at him with the evidence of her own climax whilst her pair of arched eyebrows raised at him in a devious manner. Licking his lips as he shifted his body up into a sitting position, keeping his gaze locked with his lover's cat-eyed ones, he let his tongue flick out over the small speck of blood that was oozing from his freshly-bitten skin.

"Mm, baby..." Alice purred, rotating her body across across the wrinkled sheets so that she could lay her head upon his ribs. "Tonight was so good. I really needed that."

Negan's smirk grew wider as he glanced down at the untidy woman, her shoulder-length hair ruffled into knots and frizz that he knew she would be cursing him for in the morning whilst she readied herself for work. He chuckled at the thought and let his hand entangle itself the rats-nest that was upon her head before he gave her a few gentle, affectionate scratches behind the ear.

"Was the best fuck I've had in awhile." The man replied, giving her head a final rub before he swung his legs over the side of the bed, causing her to slide away from his body with a mewl of displeasure as he stood up.

"You're leaving?" Alice groaned, propping herself onto her elbows as she watched the man begin to pull on his jeans that were on the floor beside her bed. "Can't you stay the night just once?" The woman's eyes narrowed fervently as Negan simply muttered something under his breath that she couldn't quite catch. Her glower raked over him angrily whilst he shimmied on his final piece of clothing: that godforsaken signature leather jacket that he seemed to wear no matter what the occasion. "Or is that all I am to you, Negan, a good fuck?"

Here we fucking go again.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he ran a large hand through his own disheveled locks before shooting the pouting woman an irritated glare. This was the fourth time she had done this in the past month- and they'd only been sleeping together for the two. Each and every time he would come over they'd have dinner, have some nice conversation over their meal, erupt into some impassioned foreplay, then finally he'd carry her upstairs and he would pound her into oblivion. It was supposed to be that simple, but this woman for the past four weeks just seemed displeased with only that. She wanted him to cuddle and stay the night. And quite frankly the shit was getting old.

"We're having a fucking affair, Alice." He growled, roughly grabbing his wallet and keys from the cherrywood nightstand at her beside before shoving them into his pockets. "If you haven't fucking noticed I still have a mother fucking wife and you still have a mother fucking husband. We both agreed that we'd just screw around until your asspirate of a husband got back from the fucking marines. You're the one making things god damn complicated here."

Negan watched as the woman's face flashed with defiance and that invisible flare being lit deep within her that always ignited whenever they fell upon this topic in particular. He was always able to identify it by the way her cat-like eyes would narrow to slits, her plump lips would stretch into a thin, ferocious line and her eyebrows would knit together so tightly it nearly gave her a unibrow. She also would emanate a certain aura in which he knew that she was royally pissed then and there. However, each time she would give him that look she would always remain silent.

Therefore, he knew that she was aware that he was right.

And damn, did that woman seem to detest when he was right.

Feeling a sense of triumph wash over him, Negan swooped down to snag his boots off of the floor so that he could slip them back on before flashing the woman a toothy grin. "See you Friday, babe." He cooed, giving the woman whom was still trembling with fury a quick peck on the cheek before he slipped out from her bedroom, closing the door behind him a bit louder than needed.

As soon as he had exited the room he felt a sudden calm wash over him. Every single time Alice had brought up him staying the night it set him on the edge of giving in or giving up. Each time those words fell from her lips he had the urge to either crawl back into bed next to her in order to avoid the cold shoulder of his own wife back at home once he arrived so late into the night smelling of another woman. But then he also had another itch in which told him to scratch her the hell out of his life because as of late she had been making what was supposed to be his relief into even more stress set upon his shoulders.

When he'd met Alice a few months back at one of the school events he was forced to attend due to being the varsity baseball coach they had instantly clicked. Their chemistry was inevitable and practically anyone who had joined in on the conversation with the two were able to sense it as well. They had talked the entire night away at the fundraiser and at the end of the night Negan realized that he had successfully avoided his wife as well as any other nagging beings that often times would show up just to stress him out all the more. Nope! For he had spent his whole evening mingling with what he swore to be the exact definition of MILF and the entire time he had not felt an ounce of anxiety, worry or irritation. It was like when he spoke to her he was able to block out all of the bad things in his life- and he had to admit he fucking reveled in such a thing.

Especially since for the past two year him and his wife had been on the rocks. Constant fighting, bickering, passive aggressiveness and sex was just as foreign as a stray dog in Chinatown. Hell, the two would barely even talk to one another unless it involved them screaming at the other about how miserable they made their lives. So who could even imagine the giddiness that Negan felt in his heart when a beautiful, voluptuous woman with a personality nearly identical to his nearly fell into his arms with her legs practically spread open as an invitation when she slipped him her number at the end of the night. No-fucking-one. That's fucking who.

And that's how it all had started- them fucking one another at least three times a week in order to drown out the loneliness and stress in their lives- even if it was only for a few hours that they became blind to it. With her husband away for months at a time in the marines and his wife being as friendly as a fucking KKK member during the 1940s, they had each found their lives were twisting into a downward spiral for what had felt like forever until they had discovered each other. Or more so had discovered their sex sessions in which had always managed to alleviate some- if not most- of that tension temporarily.

And it was all fine and dandy for that month or so. They'd eat, talk, fuck, rinse and repeat until they were both satisfied weekly and then he would slink back off to lay beside his bitter wife in bed until the sun rose. And of course Negan had always thought that things would be that way- but of course something that he absolutely hated began occurring.

And that was him being proven wrong.

Ever since they had reached to the two month mark of their sexual rendezvous Alice had been growing clingier and causing him more stress than ever. She had been texting him nonstop, begging him to come over more and to spend more time with her when they both had off work and had even begun to plead with him to stay the night. It was almost as if he was handling a completely different woman nowadays and he absolutely despised it. He just wanted his fuck buddy back- his stress reliever. The sexily scandalous woman who would ride him into the night and watch him exit her bedroom with a devious smirk on her face instead of that fiery, tear-filled one he was beginning to begrudgingly grow accustomed to.

So, quite frankly, as of recently he was left wondering if this woman was really all she was deemed out to be by him months before. She had grown needy, whiny and overall belligerently annoying. The sex was good, hell fucking yeah, but- he can't believe he's saying this- sometimes the sex really ain't worth the bitching and moaning of the necessitous woman giving it you. Hell, she even had a fucking kid. Thankfully he'd never met the little brat despite her attending the same school that he coached at, thus explaining why her mother was at the same fundraiser that he was that night. He'd seen pictures of her kid hanging around the house plenty and had even seen numerous signs of her living in the house- such as, regrettably, the small pairs of panties inside of the hamper that were obviously too tiny to fit around her mother's womanly figure. There had been other signs of her being there as well- of course as it was her own fucking house in which she fucking lived in- but despite those small signatures he had still never laid eyes on the girl. He hadn't really thought much of it or cared about the fact seeing as it didn't matter whether or not he knew her or had some sort of bond with her since her mother and him were just fuck buddies a few times a week. Hell, he had even assumed that the kid didn't even know about him seeing as the two had never run into one another while he was ov-

His train of thought was cut off abruptly as he felt something bump against his lower chest whilst he made his way down the hallway, causing him to blink confusedly before looking down to see what had disrupted him. And what he saw before his very eyes nearly caused him to shudder at the irony.

Coiling up against his chest, her body frozen against his muscled own, was a tiny little blonde head that shook itself as if she was just as perplexed by the situation as he was. He watched with a raised brow as she brought a small, pale hand up to the top of her head, rubbing at the pale blonde tresses that ran down her back and past her waist until her eyes began to flutter up to meet his. She was gazing at him through long, thick eyelashes with these huge innocent chocolate brown eyes which resembled that of a baby deer and her pouty rosen lips began to gape slightly in surprise. It was then that he recognized her as the girl that he had seen in the photos hanging around the house these past two months and he found his eyes growing wider at the realization.

His eyes then met hers and the small baby-faced girl's pale cheeks then suddenly seemed to fill with a harsh burning red that caused her to resemble a tomato. In that same second she jumped backwards, seemingly wanting to put a decent amount of space between her and Negan as she had deemed their contact far too inexplicable. His eyes further scanned her then as she unknowingly gave him an even better view of her petite frame. The man was able to pick out that she didn't really resemble her mother very much. Even if they were both blondes, Alice's hair was fair shorter and darker than her daughter's, which was more of a pale blonde- nearly white- shade. Alice also had blue eyes compared to the girl's cocoa-brown and not to mention that their height difference nearly deemed them of a different species. Alice came up to about Negan's chin, which was far taller than most girls he knew considering he was a man of substantial height himself. The older woman also had a much more voluptuous, womanly figure than the girl in front of him. The tiny pale blonde adorned a very petite, fairy-like body that made him feel as if he grasped her too tightly she would shatter into a million pieces. She was tiny and fragile-looking, but much to his surprise her body wasn't what he deemed as childlike. Her hips still had a tantalizingly small, round swell that contrasted beautifully from her miniscule waist that what he could make out, though due to her baggy nightshirt he was a bit unsure.

However, the biggest contrasting feature that she had from her mother was the sweet, elfin baby-face that she possessed. While Alice had always had a very devious, cat-like look to her that could easily lure any man into her bed, her daughter adorned the sweetest, most delicate face that he had ever laid eyes on. She had such a dainty and soft heart shaped face with chubby, protruding cheeks that were lined with a small apple-dimpled chin framed perfectly by her angelic locks. He couldn't help but admire the way her large- astoundingly wide- almond-shaped eyes, so chocolate brown and sweet with long, dark eyelashes fluttered up to him with embarrassment. And the way her thick, dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she caught sight of him- so differently from the way her mother's knitted together in defiance and anger. And damn, the way her round, plump pink lips parted to draw in a sharp breath when their gazes met. It was almost like he was staring at an angel- a breathtakingly beautiful teenage cherub. Those pictures hanging on the walls certainly did not do her justice.

But then she spoke.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" The elfin beauty suddenly squeaked, abruptly tearing her way into his thoughts as she quickly turned on her heel, stumbling clumsily and nearly falling to her knees on the hardwood before redeeming herself and taking off back down the hall. Negan watched with perpetual amusement as she nearly slid into a wall in her baggy-socked feet, causing her to skid to a halt and grab hold of what he assumed to be her bedroom door's knob and yanked it open before diving inside for a very ungraceful refuge. It was an adorable act of clumsiness he had to admit- and he sure as hell wasn't one for the sweet-faced innocent type. It had amused him all the more so though that he had taken such an interest in her despite the fact. And it was strangely...enlightening. Or more so she was.

A toothy smirk then began to play on Negan's lips as he stared after the door which beheld the tiny angel-faced girl who had made her less-than-graceful exit only seconds ago before he turned to make his way down the stairs.

"Nice to fucking meet you too." He chuckled.


Time Period: Present

It was a dream- it had to be.

Seeing her clutched limply into the arms of the bedraggled Dwight must have been a hallucination- a fucking delusion. It was because it simply had to be due to the fact that if it was her…

He might just break.

So as one of his highest-ranking lieutenants limped forward with her tiny frame in his grasp, her left leg dangling limply and bleeding profusely from a wound that caused his heart to shatter even more so, he nearly took a step back when Dwight was only a foot away from him. It was as if the blonde girl in his arms radiated a searing heat that only Negan could feel and if she was too close to him, his flesh would be sweltered right off of the bone.

They were close now. So close-too close- that he could easily make out the smallest of her delicate features that he had longed to see for nearly two and half godforsaken years. Those features that haunted his dreams at night, tearing down the Big Bad Wolf that he had built up ever since the end of the world and left him curled into a ball like the little pig that he knew he was deep down. It made him fear that she would be the inevitable end to everything he had created and made for himself in this new world. But at the same time he couldn't help but yearn to be near her, especially with her now so close. A day had not gone by since he had believed he'd lost her in which she did not cross his mind and he wished that things could've been different. She was most certainly his weakness...and he was not sure if he could have that in this new world.

Could she really be my breaking point?

"Negan? Hey, Negan?"

The sound of Dwight's hoarse voice suddenly shook him out of his silent, hidden panic, causing him to pry his eyes away from the small pixie in his lieutenant's arms and instead to his man himself. His mouth felt drier than he could ever remember- almost as if he had a wad of cotton tucked into his cheek that was subsequently draining him of any saliva left within his body. However, he forced himself to respond.

Empowering himself to maintain his deviously charming composure, Negan forcefully uprooted the tree of terror that was seeded within him from the second that he had laid eyes on her and replanted the one of domination and terror that had been growing within him for so long. He cleared his throat, fist clenching tightly to Lucille and he allowed his sinister, toothy smirk to play along his lips per usual before turning his attention back to the terrified group before him.

"Looks like both of our fucking people got a few good hits in on one anot-"

"You said her name."

Taken aback, Negan withdrew his lingering gaze and instead set it precisely onto the one person who had spoken up once again: Rick's son. He could feel his brow raising in amusement at this.

"Carl, p-please." Rick begged his son silently, a stream of blood and tears flowing from his eyes. "Please."

"You called her Lucy." The teenage boy fumed, his one eye blazing with fury as it deadlocked onto the grinning Negan. "You know her."

Normally the immensely powerful man would've immediately shut down yet another outburst from the very defiant young boy, however his protectiveness over the small blonde girl itched something deep within Negan that was beginning to cause memories to painfully surface. And sadly, he was able to identify such a feeling all too well.

It was one that had defined his life both before and after he had met her. However it seemed to flow through every vein in his body all the more fervently whenever he thought about her or saw her. It was an overwhelming dilemma. It was one that he still held onto tightly today with his wives back home and to everything that rightfully belonged to him.

Possessiveness.

It was nothing new to anyone that Negan was a very selfish, territorial jerk who did not like to share. In fact most people knew that just from looking at him somehow. They claimed that he had that "aura" to him in which enabled them to realize they wouldn't be able to pry his fingers away from anything that he wanted. And he had to admit that he enjoyed emitting such powerful and overwhelming vibe which told them such- one that practically spoke for him. However, the level of proprietorial rage that flowed within him at the sight of someone else being such a way towards her nearly caused him to use his beloved Lucille to smash not only the kid's head in, but everyone else's in his fucking group. But Negan had more self-control than that now. He had sewn into his DNA the art of remaining utterly and irrevocably calm and collected.

"You're fucking curious?" The man laughed, forcing himself to maintain his charming and sinister front as he locked eyes- or, well, eye- with the insubordinate son of Rick ferociously. He watched as the shaggy-haired teenager's fists seemed to clench into tight fists at the dirt below him, obviously fighting off the urge to spring forward rip out the confident man's throat with his own teeth. Surprisingly, though, Negan enjoyed that. That fiery defiance, the undying determination…

He'll be fun to fucking break.

With the thought still dancing in his head, he turned back to Dwight who was still holding the barely-conscious girl in his arms in a way that made Negan's stomach turn and eyes narrow. It fucking pissed him off- infuriated him to no end- to see one of his lieutenant's grasping at her delicate body which oozed dark crimson in such a manner.

As if she's trash- worthless.

However, Negan began to feel a fucking excellent idea start to surface within that sick little head of his.

"Lemme hold her." He said suddenly, his voice resonating in a way that an excited father would approach holding his newborn baby. It was laced with a taunting excitement, one that he was sure would sent shivers down the spine of each of her group mates- especially that disobedient little shit who seemed to take a particular liking to his girl. He would make sure that he would succeed in royally pissing him off before the day came to and end.

Of course what he was doing was to unsettle her comrades, in fact he was doing absolutely everything that he could in his power to make them all the more fearful and compliant to him as humanly possible. And he knew that by cradling one of their injured friend's in his arms would surely do the trick.

However, there was also that little nagging voice in the back of his head that was mocking him all the more so than anything he had ever heard. It was teasing him, practically screaming at him that he shouldn't be trying to act so oblivious to what his true intentions were. His conscience was prodding at him, poking and making fun until he couldn't help but begin to agree with it.

"You faggy fucking fuck!" It taunted him silently, nearly causing him to flinch as Dwight made his way over to him with his prize in his arms. "Don't fucking try and act god damn stupid! We both know the real fucking reason you're trying to get your god damn hands on her, you possessive shitdick! You can barely fucking stand them all staring at her, let alone having one of your ass-eating mercenaries coddling her like a newborn!"

Growling irritably just low enough so that only he was able to hear it, Negan did his best to ignore the derisive voice inside of his head as Dwight began to carelessly slip the barely-conscious girl into his arms, much to the displeasure of not only Carl, but his entire group.

"Easy, easy now." The leather-clad man cooed, watching as the girl's heavily-lidded and glazed brown eyes seemed to widen slightly at the sight of him. He wasn't quite too sure if she recognized him yet, she still seemed a bit too disoriented by her blood loss and being knocked unconscious by whom he had surmised was Dwight. He was about to question the scrawny man on the situation, but by the time the weightless blonde was situated into Negan's hulking grasp in a bridal-style, he had already obediently stepped away from his boss and back to the edge of the crowd to watch what further torture would ensue. He decided that he would simply have to gather the exact details a little later then.

Negan's eyes then slowly danced from each of Rick's people until the landed deftly on Carl, causing his own eyebrows to raise in amusement at the expression on the boy's face. It was twisted into a look of pure rage and scorn, his knuckles turning white as he squeezed the rocky soil beneath them with furious fists that he was sure were just begging to meet his jaw. And, oh, how it was practically orgasmic to see the pure fear and mortification that was twinkling in Rick's broken gaze as his son looked just about to pounce.

C'mon kid. The man taunted silently, reaching his hand down to grasp one of the pale, matted curls between his thumb and middle finger so that he could roll the silky tresses along their skin. An even toothier smirk began to play across his lips as wave of memories crashed over him at the feeling of her soft locks against him, though he was sure that the grin seemed to be one more of taunting than it was longing to the others. He couldn't help but thank god that that seemed to be truth because when his gaze rose once again to scan the clearing he couldn't help but notice the horrified expression on each of their face's, but Rick's kid's. He still beheld that look of absolutely untamed vehemence as he glared up at the large man from behind his shaggy bangs. This only made Negan's smile grow wider. Fucking try it. Come the fuck at me, kid.

However, the raging teen, much to his own disappointment, seemed to be only good at spitting venom and not injecting it into his enemy. The kid merely sat there, fisting the rocky soil, breathing heavily and glowering up at him with those eyes which were identical in color to his father's.

"Like father, like fucking son. Both still too much of a pussy to fight for what they fucking want." Negan laughed, watching as both Rick and his child flinched visibly at his words. He could tell that his mocking was beginning to get the best of them and they would both soon be upon the ground in the broken pieces he was yearning to observe. But, he knew, that they still had plenty of time for that. For now, he was a bit more concerned with something else…

"Simon." He piped up, watching as mustached right-hand-man peered up at him with amused, expecting eyes. "Would you mind informing the rest of these shitstains how things will be operating around here from now on? I've got some fucking business to attend to." Negan's toothy smile stretched wider than ever as began to turn on his heel, his back facing his new "workers" after Simon eagerly obeyed and he started towards his truck with a weak cry from Rick's son resonating through the clearing.

Music to my fucking ears.

"Toodaloo!" He called after them, his hidden face beginning to fall as his eyes made their way down to the now-completely outcold blonde laying limply in his arms.

"Lucille, baby." He then whispered, trying to choke down the shakiness in his voice.

From here on out he wasn't sure if her reintroduction into his life would be just what needed all this time…

...Or his inevitable end.


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