Light comes in through the curtains, Negan rubbing at his eyes. He glances over at Rachel with a smile as she lies with her back to him. Negan runs an arm down her waist, rubbing his erection against her ass.

She stirs, grumbling lightly as she wakes up. "Have you been at the viagra again?"

"Fuck no, this one's home grown, one of my very own," he whispers, nuzzling her neck. "Come on, baby. What do you say? Best way to start the fucking day. Let's not fucking waste this bad boy."

Rachel turns to him, brushing her lips against his as he grinds his hip against hers teasingly.

Their bedroom door bursts open. "Mommy, Daddy!"

"Shit!" Negan frowns, jumping off Rachel.

They jump on the bed, shouting for them both to get up.

"Cock blocking little shit's," Negan mutters under his breath.

"What, Daddy?"

"Nothing, princess. Why don't you and your brother go get dressed? Me and Mommy aren't decent."

"Are we still gonna practice later? You promised?" She asks.

"Of course, sweetie. But me and Daddy need to get dressed first. Now go on, you go brush your teeth. Make sure your brother brushes his properly."

"Okay." She hops off the bed, her brother following suit.

Negan turns to Rachel. "Quickie?"

"Not when the kids are up." She smiles, getting out of bed.

"Shit!" Negan grumbles.

Though both of them had been sure they couldn't have any, Rachel had gone through a week of morning sickness until she'd finally gone to see Carson, sure that it must have been some thing else. But as Carson had told her she was indeed pregnant, she'd been in shock. The shock was quickly replaced with fear. The fear of bringing a child into a world like this. How would they cope? What if Alexandria became overrun?

She'd gone home and sat down on her bed, waiting until Negan had finished his shift on the wall.

He'd come home, standing at the bedroom door with a frown. "Baby? What's wrong?" He'd asked, walking over to her.

"I.. i just got back from the doctor's."

His heart had sunk, sure she was meeting the same fate as Lucille. He was being punished once again.

She'd took note of the look on his face. "I'm okay. It's just.. i'm pregnant."

He'd stared at her for what felt like hours, when in fact it had only been moments. "You sure?" She'd nodded, dropping her head. "Holy fuck! I'm gonna be a Daddy?" Negan had beamed, grinning from ear to ear.

His reaction had been exactly what she'd needed, and she'd found herself feeling happiness for the first time since she'd found out.

"Negan. Aren't you scared?"

"Sure, but this baby is gonna be a complete fucking badass, especially with us for parents."

And so she'd told herself that everything would be fine, that they'd raise him or her to handle themselves.

As they'd had their first scan, Negan had almost fainted when they'd found out they were having twins. For the first time, he'd felt genuine fear, fear that lasted until the second scan, and he found out they were having both a girl and a boy.

She'd gone into labour two weeks early, and Carson had been at Hilltop, so she'd given birth with the help of Negan, Michonne, and Daryl.

Negan had held her hand as she sat in their lounge, leant back against a sofa with a couple of blankets beneath her.

"That's it, baby. You're doing great, just keep pushing," he'd encouraged her. Then Rachel had let out a scream so piercing, Negan had been terrified.

"Baby's crowning, Negan, come see," Michonne had said.

Negan had looked at Michonne, horrified at the thought. "No thanks, i'm good up here."

"You don't wanna miss this," Michonne had insisted.

Negan had peeked over, and in that moment, it was the worst, most horrific thing, he had ever seen. Watching the very place that he loved so dearly having a giant, baby head coming out of it. But his breath had suddenly ceased as Rachel had continued to push, his eyes watering as their child's face had made an appearance. Negan had whimpered as their chest had come out, his baby letting out a gurgle before Rachel pushed once more, and Michonne took them in her arms.

"It's a girl," Negan had sobbed. "Our daughter."

Michonne had laid their baby girl on Rachel's chest, Negan cooing over her, a tear rolling down his cheek as she wrapped her hand around his little finger.

When Rachel's time to push had come again, Daryl had taken their daughter and wrapped her in a blanket. Second time around, he had been eager to watch his son be born, and how Negan had cried when he'd come into the world.

Later that night, he'd sat next to Rachel on the bed as she slept, tandem feeding the twins. His son had started to cry, and Negan had gently lifted his head, guiding his son towards her nipple.

"That's it little, guy. You'll get the hang of it." Negan had smiled, stroking his son's dark crop of hair.

They had named them Emily, and Evan. Negan had given up his fight for Negan Jr after a week, realising it wasn't going to happen.

They'd had a stinker of an argument when the twins were six months old, Rachel insisting she was ready to go back out hunting.

"What if something happens to you out there?!" Negan had yelled.

"Since when has anything happened? I need to get back out there, Negan. I can't afford to get comfy here."

"What the fuck are the babies supposed to eat?"

"There's expressed milk in the freezer. I'll be back in a day or two."

"And what if you don't come back?!" He had fumed.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. They have people watching the roads, we see a walker once every few days on average."

She'd left mid argument, kissing her babies goodbye. Negan had felt sick. Partly in case she didn't make it back, but mostly at the thought of how they had left things. The thought of her dying with them being mad at each other nearly drove him insane. How he'd held her so tightly when she'd come back through the gate a day later.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't ever wanna leave things like that again."

"Maybe it was too soon? I've missed my babies," she'd said, eager to see them.

Negan had shook his head. "No, baby. You were right. You're important to this place, just.. promise me you'll be really fucking careful?"

"I promise."

And so they'd gotten into a pattern, Rachel going out hunting a day or two a week, and Negan taking on most of the childcare. If someone had said to him before the world changed that he'd be spending his days feeding, burping, and changing dirty diapers, he would've laughed at the idea. But it was the best thing he ever did. Watching their first steps, hearing their first words, though Rachel had been furious that Evan's first word had been shit. Her mood had soon thawed after hearing Emily say Dadda for the first time, and her heart melting as Evan said his second word, which was Momma.

Watching Negan with their children was like watching a lion take care of a mouse. It was the strangest thing, not something she'd ever imagined, and yet here was this big bad wolf, singing them lullabies, playing peek a boo for hours on end, and he was never impatient with them, not once. When the twins had both been teething, he'd laid with them all night, doing his best to soothe them. Her heart had ached something fierce as she'd watched the three of them sleeping soundly, the twins heads resting against his chest, his arms wrapped round them protectively.

But today, today Negan was nervous. As he dresses in his usual white t-shirt and grey pants, he turns to Rachel with a frown.

"Are we really gonna do this, baby?"

Rachel nods. "We have to. We promised them. And it is their tenth birthday."

"So why don't we just bake them a fucking cake? Evan doesn't even wanna go."

"I know he doesn't, which is why you can take Emily today, and i'll take him in a few days. He has to learn, Negan."

"Come on, Rachel. We haven't seen a walker at the wall for the last week."

"And you know how quickly that can change."

He nods, sliding his knife into it's sheath.

Negan walks through the woods outside Alexandria, his grip tight on Emily's hand. They'd been out there for over an hour, and he was feeling rather relieved that they hadn't come across a walker.

"I think we should head home, sweetie. We've been out long enough."

"Look, Daddy." Emily points towards a shadow in the distance.

Shit! Negan thinks, his heart suddenly sinking. "Alright, you remember what i said, just wait."

"Okay, Daddy." She smiles sweetly, seeming a little too excited for a ten year old girl faced with a walker.

"Now, you're too small to reach him, so you're gonna have to knock that fucker down, the way Mommy showed you."

"Okay." Emily nods, taking out her knife.

"Alright, come on you, fucker," Negan snarls. As the walker stumbles across to him, Emily comes up behind it, kicking it hard in the back of it's kneecap. It falls down, and before Negan has time to panic, she plunges her knife into it's skull.

"I did it!" She cheers.

"You sure did, sweetie." Negan smiles, feeling more than proud. "How did it feel?"

Emily shrugs her shoulders. "It's not a person anymore, that's what Mommy said."

"And Mommy is right, as always. You wanna head back? There might be cake."

"Yes. Can we come out again?"

"Maybe in another week." Negan smiles.

Evan releases the arrow, watching as it goes straight through the target. "Mom! Did you see that?"

"I did, you're getting better than me." She smiles proudly, ruffling his hair.

Evan had taken to the bow like a duck to water. So she'd had him practicing every other day, honing his skills. Emily was her father's daughter, she'd shown no interest in the bow, much preferring knives and hand to hand combat. Evan was much more gentle, soft even.

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Do.. do i have to go out?"

Rachel kneels down in front of him, taking his hands in hers. "Yes, you do."

"But.. i don't want to."

"I know that. But we all have to do things we don't want to, and we all have to be ready. It's important that you're ready, Evan. You have to learn how to take those things down. I know it's hard. I remember my first walker, i was terrified, but the relief you feel after, that more than makes up for it."

"Can't i just shoot it with my arrow? I just.. i don't like the idea of.. you know." Evan makes a stabbing gesture.

"I promise you, sweetheart. The first time we go out, i'll let you use your arrows. But once it's on the ground, you're going to have to use your knife."

"But what if it gets me?"

Rachel places her hand beneath his chin. "I would never let that happen."

"Do you wish i was more like Emily?"

Rachel shakes her head with a smile. "No, you're sensitive. There's nothing wrong with that, in fact, that's a good quality to have. It just means you're going to have to fight harder to push past it when you need to. But you never have to compromise who you are. Always keep that sensitive side, it'll keep you honest, and compassionate towards others."

"Can i shoot some more?"

"Of course you can." Rachel rises to her feet, watching him with a smile.

Negan makes his way over to Rick's house, children playing outside as Rick watches them from the porch.

"Hey, Negan." Jamie smiles.

"Hey, Jamie."

"Do we still have baseball practice tomorrow?" Jamie asks.

"We sure do. Gonna show those Hilltop assholes who's boss, aren't we, kid?" Negan ruffles his hair.

"We sure are. Is basketball straight after?"

"If jolly green's back by then. He's turned traitor, coaching the other side." Negan shakes his head. "Fucking fucker."

"Hey, i'd prefer if you didn't teach my son bad language." Rick frowns as he sits on the porch swing.

Negan sits beside him, letting out a deep breath. "Sorry, Rick. If he doesn't hear it from me though, he'll only hear it from someone else."

"Hmm. So how did it go out there with Emily?"

"She's a natural. Better than her old man. It actually scared me a little how much she enjoyed it."

"Should we be worried?" Rick raises an eyebrow.

"Not as long as she sticks with walkers." Negan watches as Shaun gives Emily a flower from the garden. "Hey, the fuck is that?"

"What?" Rick frowns.

"Your little grandson there acting smooth as shit."

Rick laughs. "They're just kids, Negan."

"Yeah, well you'd best tell that son of yours to keep his one good eyeball on his kid, i don't want him messing around with my little girl."

Rick shakes his head in disbelief. "How's Evan?"

Negan runs a hand over his beard. "He's soft, like his Mother. It's gonna take him a while to get used to how things are. If it were me, i'd take things easy on him, but Rachel.. i know she's right, he needs to learn this shit, but it's hard for him. He's my boy, i don't like seeing him upset."

"Who would have thought? Negan, the sensitive type," Rick teases.

"Yeah, well kids fucking do that to you."

"You want a beer?" Rick asks, reaching for the cooler.

"I thought you'd never ask. Where's Daryl? I need to talk to him about Evan."

"He went out on a hunt. What did you want him for?"

"Rachel seems to think that Evan might make a good hunter, but she's worried about taking him out, that he might not think he's safe. So i was thinking maybe Daryl could go with them, that way he can teach Evan tracking and shit, whilst Rachel watches their backs. It'll make Evan feel safer, and make me feel a whole fuck load better about it."

Rick nods. "I can't see Daryl having a problem with that. If you don't see him first, i'll mention it when he gets back."

"Good." Negan takes a swig of his beer, looking down at his hands. "Rick."

"Yeah?"

"Can i ask you something?"

"Sure," he says, not feeling sure at all.

"Do you ever.." Negan clears his throat. "Do you ever wake up and.. your morning boner isn't there?"

Rick stares at him, his mouth agape. "Jesus, Negan. What kinda question is that?"

"A fucking simple one."

"Well.. yeah.. sometimes. I mean, we're not getting any younger, Negan. You're what? Sixty five?"

"The fuck i am, i'm sixty fucking four!"

"The hell you are, you're older than me."

"What the fuck ever. But seriously, Rick, what the fuck's up with that? That's my morning boner, where the fuck has it gone?"

"Can you keep your damn voice down?!" Rick frowns, glancing at the children. "Look, it's just nature. Shit happens as you get older. Take Michonne, she's going through the change, and you know what she did the other day?"

"What?"

"She nearly threw a damn plate at my head. Then the next minute, she just started crying. Just you wait, won't be long till Rachel gets like that. Missing boners will be the least of your worries."

"I see your point." Negan takes another swig of his beer, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Shh, they're here," Rick says as Michonne and Rachel head down the yard. "Hey, ladies. Beer?" Rick offers.

Michonne stands with her hand on her hip. "You think they were talking about us?"

"Probably," Rachel says. "And no thanks, Rick. I want to get the kids an early night, school starts early tomorrow."

"Really?" Rick frowns. "I didn't know that."

"Joan's sick, so they're sending someone over from Hilltop. He doesn't want to be travelling on the road so close to dark," Rachel says. "Come on, Negan, dinner's nearly done."

Negan gets up with a smile, rubbing at his stomach. "I knew there was a reason i fucking love you so much."

"And so the big bad wolf fell down the chimney and into the pot of boiling water. The three little pigs lived happily ever after," Negan reads. "Little fuckers, could've invited him in," he says as he closes the book. He glances from left to right with a smile as Emily and Evan sleep soundly, Evan sucking on his thumb.

Negan heads to his bedroom, Rachel already dozing lightly. He creeps into bed, wrapping an arm around her.

"They get to sleep alright?" Rachel whispers.

"Yeah. You know i'm coaching baseball tomorrow?"

"Yeah, i'm going to come and watch you." Rachel buries her head in his chest, draping an arm over his waist.

"Really?"

"Hmm."

Negan kisses her forehead. "I love you, baby."

"Love you, Negan."

Author's Note

Thanks for reading guys, i got a bit emotional finishing this. I'll probably use Rachel for a one shot at some point as i love her character. I have used her before in some of my Negan Short stories, so feel free to check them out. Xx