Title - Exception To The Rule
Chapter title - Five To One
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own The Walking Dead in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding this series.
Chapter Word Count - 3094 words.

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It was coming up to the end of the month and Flick and Simon were the only two left in the running to win the bet. Flick was certain she was going to win although she couldn't deny she had hoped she wouldn't. The more time she spent with Negan the more time she wanted him to herself away from everyone else. She hated sharing him. She had thought about discussing it with him, she hadn't yet asked him why he let Amber and Tanya go. But she didn't want to look like the jealous one. He knew how she felt, she didn't need to remind him.

As the final week of the month wore on, she realized she didn't need to talk to him anyway. He had taken it upon himself to settle things. Frankie was out in the training field, sparring with another savior when Flick got back from a run. Curious, she headed over, whistling for them to take a break.

"What are you training for?" Flick asked as Frankie took a large gulp of water from her bottle.

"I always felt kinda useless sitting up there in the ivory tower. Negan said I can go on runs once I've learned how to handle myself properly."

"Your not a wife anymore?" Flick frowned and ran a hand over her face when Frankie smiled and shook her head before heading back to her sparring partner. She was confused. Sure, this was what she wanted but she wished Negan had talked to her first. He still had Sherry left. Maybe he'd speak to her before he got rid of them all.


No such luck.

Sherry silently sat beside her at dinner, a solemn expression on her face. Flick waited for her to say something as she ate her soup. Sherry was still in her usual black dress and so there was no indication that anything was amiss.

"I'm fucked."

"What?"

"I'm fucked." Sherry repeated, finally meeting her eye. "And it's your fault."

"My fault?" Flick dropped her spoon into her bowl and shifted in her seat. "What did I do exactly?"

"You made him fall in love with you." Sherry huffed. "Before you got here it was me and the girls making him happy whenever he needed. It was good. Now he's too wrapped around your finger to give us a second look. He's already got rid of the other three. He told me to pack up this morning."

"Ok, first of all I didn't make him fall in love with me. He isn't in love with me, that's ridiculous this is Negan your talking about." Flick scoffed although her heart was pounding loud in her ears at the suggestion. "And the other girls seem happy, I've spoken to them and they're fine. Plus I didn't tell Negan to get rid of any of you... And what about Dwight?"

"What about him?"

"He's your husband isn't he? Your real one I mean... Aren't you gonna go back to him?"

Sherry sighed and slumped in her seat. "I doubt he even wants me anymore. Not after I agreed to be Negan's wife."

"You've got to be kidding. Whenever Negan isn't around all Dwight does is pine after you." Flick picked up her spoon again to finish her soup. "The boy is mad about you, always will be." Sherry was quiet for a moment before she spoke again.

"You really didn't ask for him to get rid of us did you?" She asked and Flick shook her head. "I'm gonna talk to Dwight... I hope you can keep him happy. He's been nice lately." Sherry left, missing Flick's muttering to herself.

"He won't be happy when I get hold of him."


Once she had finished her dinner she marched straight to his bedroom, not bothering to knock on the door. She had hoped he would be there so she could give him a piece of her mind but the room was empty. She knew wondering around all evening would only end with her forgiving him easily so instead she sat on his sofa and waited, stewing in her thoughts.

It was a while before he finally came through the door, smile on his face, talking about how he had been looking for her too. He sidled up to her on the sofa, slipping his arm around her shoulders and leaning in to drop a kiss to her neck. Before he could, she stood and turned back to face him, hands on her hips.

"Why do you look like an angry school teacher?"

"Why did you get rid of your wives?"

"What?" Negan sighed, sitting up straighter. "Is that a serious question?"

"Do I look serious?"

"I got rid of them because I wanted to." Her attitude was only serving to rile him up. She wouldn't get an honest answer from him in that mood and she knew it. But she was just so angry that he couldn't have just spoken to her first.

"Why didn't you tell me before you let them go?"

"Cause it doesn't concern you."

"I'm one of your wives, of course it concerns me!" She shouted, the first time she had ever raised her voice at him. "Especially when I'm the one getting the blame for your shit!"

"You better watch your tone, doll." Negan kept his voice level, a warning that Flick knew well.

"Watch this." Flick raised her middle finger, turning and heading for the door. She was too frustrated. She should've looked for him and calmed down first, this wasn't helping anything. Before she could get the door open Negan had hurried in front of her and leaned against it. "Move."

"Ask me nicely." He smirked. He was teasing her! In the middle of a damn argument! Flick remembered the first time he had said that to her and repeated her exact reply, only with more venom in her voice.

"Please mister Negan sir would you kindly get the fuck out of my way."

Negan caught her arm much like he had the first time, leaning down so his lips were at her ear. "Didn't I say if you ever spoke to me like that again I'd be forced to punish you?" Flick nodded, holding his gaze defiantly. "But I said you were welcome to call me sir, didn't I?" Another nod. "And you said?"

"Kinky." She pulled her arm from his grasp, backing up across the room. Negan's dark eyes followed her every move, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Why did you get rid of them?" She asked again, moving down one side of the bed as he stalked toward her.

"Not important."

"It's important to me."

"Not right now it's not." He reached forward and gripped the front of her shirt, pulling her into his chest. "Don't ever use that tone with me." He practically growled into her ear. She tried to stay mad but her anger was quickly turning into arousal. She couldn't help but love his dominant side in the bedroom. He circled her, pulling her jacket from her shoulders and throwing it across the room. "Take it all off." He dropped into the sofa where Flick had been sat previously. "Now."

With the familiar pang of need in her stomach, she gripped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. She turned her back to him as she unbuttoned her jeans, bending forward at the waist as she slowly pulled them down, kicking them away when they pooled around her ankles.

"You know how I feel about being teased, doll." His eyes roamed her body, lingering on the plain white underwear that was left. He stood again, walking slowly around her as his hand trailed around her hips, skimming the waistline of her underwear. Pressing a hand against her stomach he pulled her against his chest.

"I got rid of them for you." He murmured. "But you're starting to make me think I made a mistake... You were the one who wanted them gone after all."

"What? I never said th-" Flick's sentence died on her tongue as Negan's fingers dipped into the front of her underwear, his lips against the back of her neck.

"Never said what?"

"I just don't like to share." She confessed.

"Why?"

"Because I want you for myself."

"And?"

"And..." She was gasping, hoping his hand would slip just a few more inches south. Negan was smirking against her shoulder, grazing his teeth against her flesh.

"And you were jealous."

"No."

"I really hate it when people lie to me." He quickly spun her to face him, pushing on her shoulders. "But you can make it up to me."

Flick sank to her knees, ashamed to say that he was right. Too often she had thought of the others being in here with him, doing the things she wanted to be the only one to do. It always hurt but she remained silent about it, knowing that she had agreed to this when she first went to his bedroom.

Reaching up she gripped his erection through his jeans whilst he busied himself with removing his jacket. She unbuckled his belt and popped the button, tugging on his pants until he was free from all restraints. She felt herself get wetter when she saw he had once again gone commando. She loved it when he did that, especially when they were out on a run and she could tell just by looking.

Flick wrapped her hand around him and took the head into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around. Negan let out a soft moan before he began guiding her up and down his shaft. He pushed her head until she had taken all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat and tears burning the corners of her eyes. He waited a moment before he pulled back, Flick pulling in a shuddering breath before he held her head in place and began to fuck her mouth.

Eventually he pulled her to her feet and pushed her backwards until her back hit the wall. He reached around, slipping his hand between her back and the wall, to unhook her bra and tear it from her, tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder. His lips closed around her right nipple, causing her to arch her back and gasp at the sudden sensation. He hadn't shaved for a while, as per her request, and the feeling of his beard against her sensitive flesh sent goosebumps all over her body. She jumped when she felt his teeth graze over her before he moved to do the same to her left breast, sucking and squeezing, leaving marks all over her.

As he continued his actions, he let one of his hands slip into her underwear, a louder moan escaping her lips as she bucked up to meet his fingers. He moved his free hand to hold her hips against the wall, long fingers starting to rub tortuously slow circles around her clit before moving to dip two digits inside of her. She had thought he would be hard and fast, given the anger he started with but it seemed he was more intent of reducing her to begging mess. Flick let her head rest against the wall, eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure. She was almost at her peak when Negan pulled his hand from her panties, sucking his fingers into his mouth with a filthy smirk.

"Off." He demanded, pointing to her underwear and she wasted no time in pushing them down to the floor and kicking them away.

Negan turned her around to face the wall, pulling her hips and pushing her shoulders until she was bent over in front of him, her cheek against the wall. He used his own foot to tap her feet apart, making her spread her legs further, leaving her completely exposed to him. Once again, Flick gasped when she felt his finger intrude, hoping she would finally get her release. But of course, Negan was thinking just the opposite. Before she could cum, he removed his finger and replaced them in his mouth. Flick whimpered, wiggling her hips in hopes to entice him into finishing her off.

She was stopped in her tracks when she felt his tongue, lapping at her and flicking against her clit. Her knees almost gave out right there but she just managed to stay upright. He ate her like he'd never tasted her before but as he had already done twice, he denied her of her orgasm.

"Dammit, Ne! I'm already pissed at you, you're just making it worse for yourself." Flick turned around and grabbed onto his shoulders. "Make me cum, you asshole." She wanted to be demanding but her tone was whiny, desperate even and Negan only laughed.

"Ask me nicely."

"Ne!"

"Uh uh, baby girl... We discussed what you should be calling me right now."

"Sir?" She tried, heart pounding at the smirk he gave her. "Would you make me cum? Please?"

"You don't get to cum until I'm good and ready to let you. Understood?"

"What?" She shouted the word, a expression of offence on her face. "You can't keep me from having an orgasm, I'll give it to myself if I have to."

Flick shoved past him, bumping his arm with her shoulder and moving to climb onto the bed. She settled herself in the pillows, slipping her hand between her legs. Negan stood by the wall, hands on his hips, chest heaving and eyes dark. He walked to her, slowly, giving her a chance to stop what she was doing. But this was Flick. She wasn't obedient unless she wanted to be and right now, she wanted anything other than being compliant.

"What's wrong, sir?" Her voice was breathy as she reached her peak again. "You had your chance to do this, don't get jealous now." Even in her anger, her need for release, she was able to tease him. And that was exactly why he'd got rid of the others.

He reached forward quicker than Flick was able to notice, grabbed her ankles and pulled hard. She slipped down the bed, hands flailing away from her core. Using her hips, he flipped her over onto her front. She felt his large hands run down her back, gripping her ass and releasing. Then there was a sharp slap to her ass followed with a rough caress and then another slap. He repeated the process, slap and caress, slap and caress until finally she was ready to behave. She whimpered and pleaded with him, begged him to fuck her and give her a release.

And all of a sudden, without warning, he thrust himself into her. All of him, filling her and stretching her in the most sinful way. Her scream was guttural, his name echoing down the hall outside of the room. He answered with his own groan, deep and throaty. He paused for just a moment before he began to thrust into her, pace set to a relentless speed which continued until his name was being repeated by her at full volume. He wanted everyone to know how good he made his wife feel.

"Don't cum yet!" He grunted as he pounded into her from behind, sweat beading over his skin and running down his chest, back and forehead. Flick had dropped her head into the duvet, loosing control of herself as she always did when she came. But he was hitting that perfect spot just right, when she managed to look at him she saw him sweating and panting, one of her favorite sights and his grip on her hips was bruising just the way she loved.

"Can't help it!" She gasped, fisting the sheets. "Negan, fuck!"

Her body shook, collapsing onto the mattress as she fell away from him. Her body became limp, Negan lowering himself onto her and pressing his head against her shoulder blade. He shifted to turn her around, now pressing his forehead to hers.

"I said don't cum until I say so."

"Sorry, sir."

He collapsed onto his back, resting his head on the pillows, gesturing for her to climb onto him. She did as he asked, sinking down onto his cock, shuddering at how sensitive she still felt. He held onto her hips, keeping her stationary just above him and began thrusting up into her until he could feel that familiar tightening around him. All at once he stopped and Flick struggled not to curse him out again.

"Why don't you make us cum, doll face?"

Without hesitation, Flick began bouncing up and down on him, circling her hips as she moved until she felt herself building once again. Sure Negan had edged her before but never this much and never with so little release in between. Soon enough his grip was tightening, sure to leave bruises as his mouth hung open, gasps coming from him. Flick ground herself down, nails digging into the skin of his chest as she rode her way through another shuddering orgasm. Negan pushed into her as deep as he could, moaning her name long and loud as he spilled into her.

Panting he slumped into the pillows, chest heaving as he was still inside of her. Still her hands were firmly on his chest, her own breath coming in short bursts. He caught her eye, smiling a little and reaching for the back of her neck to pull her in for a needy kiss. She dropped down beside him, cuddling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her to keep her close.

"I was a little jealous, I guess." She confessed in a quiet voice, earning a low chuckle from Negan.

"I got rid of them because I've got everything I need right fuckin' here." He gave her a little squeeze, turning his head to look her in the eye. "Sweetheart, you are the best thing in this shitty world. Why would I want anything else?"

"Ne..." Flick didn't know what to say. She leaned up and kissed him again, hands cupping his cheeks to hold him close. She pulled away, just enough to see into his eyes, her nose still brushing against his. "I love you."

"I fuckin' love you too!" He grinned, pulling her to lay on top of his chest. "And I love fuckin' you."

"Good, cause now I'm the only one you get to fuck."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, sweets."