I just want to say a big thank you to everyone for your kind words. I can't tell you how many times I have cried over them these past couple of days so thank you. I'm still undecided to how I will proceed. So here's a chapter I have been wanting to finally get to for a while. So here it is….I hope you like it and that its very 'Nake'.

This chapter is rated M.

The world was stifling and dark now.

Negan knew that he was dreaming but somehow everything felt so real.

He was in the baseball cages at the school he used to work in, taking swing after swing after swing…and yet nothing was working and the blackness, the endless darkness, just kept on coming.

His chest was constricted…

….tight...

….his breathing ragged inside his throat, his eyes flickering this way and that, looking for a way out.

But the blackness soon dissipated and Negan found himself there...again….beside that hospital bed he knew so very well.

He felt those angry and pained tears slosh down his cheeks now, as she pressed his face into the bedsheets…

…Lucille's bedsheets.

She was still there, but she felt so distant to him now….her face just a memory, fuzzy and almost forgotten.

He didn't know how long he remained there for. Seconds….minute….years.

His heart utterly aching.

And it was only when he looked up, that he found himself no longer at the hospital bed any more…

…instead, he was hanging over the steering wheel of a truck.

It was dark outside now, with rain lashing at the windscreen, as Negan eased himself up into a sitting position…

…jumping in fright just as the passenger-side door to his right was flung suddenly open.

Negan turned his head, hearing his breaths in his ears, coming hard and fast.

But a sudden warmth suddenly seemed to flood his entire body as a recognisable figure suddenly hopped up into the cab of the truck beside him, dressed in a slinky white dress that seemed to cause her to glow, pure and bright in the darkness now.

But it was not Lucille…but another person now…

…her…..

…Blake.

She turned to him now, smiling, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

And for the first time he noticed that she was holding a large basket full of fuzzy, ripened peaches in her lap, as she pulled the door closed behind her.

"It's raining really badly out there," she said to him in voice that sounded far away. But considering she was just in a short white dress, she looked perfectly dry now. "Can I stay in here with you tonight?"

And Negan felt himself grin now, in this dream-world, his worries and cares seeming to drift away, as she shuffled closer to him, handling him just a single peach from the basket on her knees.

"I'm not her," she said suddenly, sounding far closer now, placing the warm fruit into his hand. "But I am yours."

Negan looked down at the peach for a long second, turning it over in his hand admiring it, before he looked up at her again.

But she was gone….only blackness there now, surrounding him, as he found himself in the batting cages once more…

..his eyes once again drifting down to the peach in his hand but it wasn't there any longer..

For there he was…

…alone now….gasping for air in the ever enclosing darkness…

…without the peach…and without her…

Negan suddenly sat bolt upright, taking a huge breath into his lungs.

His whole body was coated in a sheen of perspiration, just as he looked around, realisation dawning of him of just where he was. That it really was all just a dream….

He was in his room, where he had, of course, fallen asleep just a few hours ago.

Now the rain seemed to have stopped and nothing but the sounds of his panicked pants coming from his own lungs could be heard in the large spacious room.

The dark-haired Saviour placed a hand to the bed beside him….wanting to feel here there beside him now, to reassure him that everything was ok…

…back to how it should be…in case this really was still a dream…

..but his hand found only rumpled sheets now, as he twisted his head around, finding the space beside him in the large white bed, empty.

Negan blinked for a brief moment, before turning his head and gazing hurriedly about the room.

"Peaches?" he called out, his voice hoarser than he had expected it to be.

But there came no answer, only silence now in the vast darkness of the night.

Where the fuck was she?

This wasn't like her? To just leave him like this….

Negan quickly flung the covers off of his naked form, sliding swiftly from the bed and grabbing his pants from the floor, shucking them quickly over his legs, and tugging up the zipper.

Panic seemed to fill his veins now, unable to shake the life-like images from his mind.

His dream had all felt so real...the feeling of her gone…just like that…

….now becoming a reality….

He knew how precious she was to him…and if anything had happened to her….

The dark-haired man paced over to the bathroom, only to find it dark and empty, running a hand down his wide-eyed face and spinning around on the spot.

Normally Negan would have been far more fucking level-headed than this, but right now, in the early hours, of what must have about 2am, his heart was hammering in his chest, desperate now to find her.

He couldn't fucking lose her. He knew that now.

His dream had told him what he knew was true all along.

She was the first person since Lucille he had truly felt anything for.

And Negan knew that he would give Blake his world if she asked for it.

She was his guiding light in this dark shadowy realm full of death, and blood, and violence.

And finding her, was the only thing that would calm him now, he knew that, as blood pumped in his ears like an oncoming train, growing ever faster, racing and hurtling towards him.

And so, grasping up a black t-shirt from the back of one of his leather couches and shucking it on, Negan grabbed his barbed-wire covered bat, heading hurriedly out on the door and into the poorly lit corridor.

It was eerily quiet out here, even for Negan's lengthy corridor he shared with no-one, usually full of the carrying sounds of the Sanctuary residents on the floors below.

But tonight, with his heart racing, Negan could only give a gulp, looking this way and that….hearing nothing….

….just as a sudden chilly breeze fluttered past his face.

The dark-haired man twisted his head suddenly in direction of the wind and the cold, looking up towards the far end of the long hallway…where he knew there was nothing more than a few empty rooms and a door that led on out to a small balcony area that overlooked the high factory fences and the lots filled with the dead below.

He narrowed his eyes a little now, still breathing hard, and clenching his jaw.

If anything had happened to her now…if she had been taken…Negan swore to fucking god, someone would pay.

And it wasn't a second later with lengthy strides on his long legs, barefoot now, Negan was half way up the corridor, peering into each of the abandoned rooms, filled with nothing but broken furniture as he passed….

…but there was still no sign of her.

He didn't dare call her name now. For if there was someone there…another Steve holding her captive….he did not want to alert them to his presence.

And so silently, Negan finally reached the door at the very end of the long hallway….the breeze feeling stronger here, as the door swung back against the frame a little, clattering slightly.

Someone was out here….

Negan's eyes darkened now, his brow furrowed deeply….his heart hammering a drumbeat in his chest, as he raised Lucille aloft, pressing the door open with one hand.

But the door swung open and it was then and only then, that he saw her, standing there, leaning against the metal railing with her back to him, wearing Negan's white t-shirt from earlier today, with her panties just about visible from beneath.

Blake.

Standing there like a goddess, staring out at the black sky beyond…

But turned around, suddenly noticing his presence out here now and looking slightly startled, before her face suddenly became warm, offering him a small smile.

"Hey," she murmured in a what was barely a whisper, tucking a strand of her long caramel-hair behind her ear, as it fluttered in the chilly breeze. "I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you."

She looked a little regretful now, as she tilted her head, staring over at him questioningly.

"You ok?" she asked in a gentle voice. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

But Negan merely took in a deep shaky breath, feeling his nerves steadying at her visible presence here.

And that was when Negan realised that he couldn't let her slip through his fingers now…

He couldn't let her become another Lucille…not appreciating what he had until it was too late and she was gone.

He knew how he felt about Blake now.

What he had felt about her for a long, long fucking time.

And that feeling was only getting stronger. Growing inside him.

This wasn't a fling. This wasn't just sex or a casual thing between two friends. For who were they trying to kid…

And so, Negan, to Blake's obvious surprise, crossed the small balcony towards her now, as she turned her whole body to look at him.

Fuck, she was gorgeous….and lit up his world like a flame he never wanted to let burn out.

And with that, the dark-haired man came to stop just a mere breath away from her now, his brow still furrowed darkly, staring down into her face.

"Everything alright?" she enquired, in a voice so warm and gentle, causing every worry that Negan had ever had in his life to flutter away on the breeze that danced across his skin.

But Negan didn't answer her, instead lifting a hand to her neck, his thumb tracing along the pulse point just under her ear…feeling her heartbeat inside her…

…reminding him that she was really still here…that she wasn't just a dream.

For she was real….

…she was alive…

…she was his.

"I love you," he suddenly uttered aloud.

His voice was low and sounded distant now, like it was a million miles away.

And with that, Negan's chocolate eyes travelled over her face, taking in every single inch of it. Memorizing her. Making sure that he would never, ever forget her in his dreams, as he had done with Lucille.

But the blonde woman just stared up at him now, unblinking, her pink lips parting…as though she had never expected him to come out with those words…

….not now…..

…..not in this lifetime.

Although it wasn't even a second later that she lifted a hand to his chest, her fingers curling around the fabric of his black t-shirt, staring desperately into his eyes…as though she didn't quite understand what he was saying…

"Negan, you didn't have to say it if you don't mean it..." she breathed out, her green eyes gazing up at him sadly, as she shook her head, her eyes full of hurt and honesty.

Fuck, he could see in her eyes now that she did not believe him….and it killed him to think just what that asshole of a fiancé had done to her.

He had tortured her…made it hard for her to trust anyone else…to fall in love with anyone again.

But Negan stood his ground, running his tongue over his lips, his long bearded face, wholly serious now, staring hard into her eyes.

"Darlin', hell, I've fuckin' loved you from the first moment you walked into that hall downstairs and smart-mouthed the hell out of your goddamn fi-an-ce in front of me," said Negan shaking his head, his voice low and earnest, as he tried to convey to her just what he had been bottling up for so fucking long. "I've fuckin' loved you from that time we got stranded out there on the road together. And that time you fell asleep in my bed. And, well, shit, I've loved you every fuckin' day since then. So if you think I'm fuckin' kidding around here, an' that I don' mean it? Well you're wrong. Cause, hell…life is fuckin' short, Darlin', and I've come to realise that us, pretending that, whatever this is between us, ain't real...you know as well as I do that we could both be dead tomorrow…. so I'm gonna say it now….before it's too late to fuckin' tell you. An' I mean it. I love you, Peaches. More than I can fuckin' say."

Negan gave the smallest of shakes of his head. Done now.

That was all he ever needed to say. To get off his chest how he had felt about her for so fucking long.

He lowered his gaze from hers now as the seconds of silence ticked slowly by….another…and another…and another….

Perhaps she didn't feel the same way.

Perhaps for her this had always been a casual thing.

Perhaps he just wasn't fuckin' good enough for her.

But his eyes drifted upwards once again, as the dark-haired Saviour suddenly felt her press herself into him now, her free hand, now freezing cold, drifting up to his bearded cheek.

And it was in that instant that her eyes met with his, awash with something oh-so open, baring her soul to him now.

"I love you too," Blake murmured out. "You saved me and you made me into something whole again when I felt just….."

The caramel-blonde woman's tear-filled eyes drifted down to the floor for a moment, flickering this way and that, as if searching for the right word now.

"….broken."

She stared back up into Negan's face.

"I can't be your wife…" she said with a voice full of warmth and love. "But I can still be yours."

And with that, Blake pushed her whole body into his, hovering her face a mere breath away from Negan's own.

And the dark-haired Saviour barely had to propel his lips forward, even a little, feeling the pulse at her neck quicken….as his mouth tenderly met with hers.

Since being with her, with Blake, Negan had realised that his life wasn't over….that he had something other to fight for other than feckless pride and a need to win.

He had her. The most important thing in his life…

…and it startled him to think that just over three months ago he wasn't even aware of her existence. The person he wanted to spend the rest of his days with.

The person who he could no longer manage his life without.

He wished that he had met her years ago….but knew that their paths back then would never have passed….

…location…

…age…

…status…

…hobbies…

…they were all things that back then would have kept them apart.

But now in this bleak and horrible fucking world, they had found each other. Two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that fitted together oh-so perfectly. Despite everything.

She was the light to his utter darkness….and Negan was in love.

Totally and utterly besotted with the woman before him, kissing him now, who tasted like peaches and honey, and everything Negan had ever dreamed of…

She was his.

And he was, heart and soul, hers in return.

And nothing, nothing, would ever change that now.

For Negan would tear the very fabric of the world apart for her. And he knew that she would do the same in return for him.

Their kiss was full of need and hopeless desperation, the dark-haired Saviour feeling, what seemed like, the weight of the world, shift from his shoulders.

And it felt like an eternity by the time they finally pulled apart , Negan opening his eyes and staring down at the face of the woman before him, her face wet and streaked with tears. But to his relief she was not sad, offering him a soft smile, as he felt her hand drift down his bare, tattooed arm and grasping hold of his hand, half clutching at the baseball bat limply. She was happy. As was he.

"Come on," she urged in a quiet voice. "Let's go inside, I'm freezing."

And she truly was, her hands like ice out here in the early hours of the morning.

Negan obliged her wishes, following her back inside now, back into the warmth of the hallway.

"You couldn't sleep?" muttered the dark-haired man as they paced back towards his room, the door still open as they stepped quietly inside, closing it with a snap behind them.

But Blake looked up at him, giving him a soothing shrug, a few steps ahead of him now, as she let go of his hand.

"It's nothing…I just had a bad dream," she uttered gently, reaching for them hem of the t-shirt she was wearing and pulling it over her head, tossing it gently down over the back of Negan's couch.

But before she had a chance to make another move, Negan had closed the gap between them again, having dropped Lucille by the door, his nimble and calloused fingers sliding around her hips and his lips finding hers again in the darkness of the room.

His kiss was needy now, purposeful…and filled with an utter want, that Blake soon reciprocated, reaching her hand up, her digits tensing over his t-shirt clad shoulder, pressing into his flesh hard and meaningful.

He knew now what she wanted and it didn't take Negan even a second to press her back over towards the bed in the far corner of the room…with hot pants and desperate moans leaving their lips between kisses.

She had told him undoubtedly that she wanted him, and he had told her that too in return. And that alone made him want her even more now.

He could feel himself, already hard, his cock twitching inside his pants, at her taste…at her sleepy scent, heady and primal.

This was quick and much needed as Blake tugging him by the front of his t-shirt, sat down slightly on the edge of the bed, placing a thigh either side of his hips, pulling him into her.

Negan knew that even before they had started, as her mouth left his lips, instead feeling her tongue glide its way down his throat, leaving hot and wet kisses there, that he was not going to last long at this rate, feeling the smallest amount of pre-cum, ease from the tip of his throbbing cock.

His fingers fumbled for his zipper now, as Blake grasped for his black t-shirt, tugging it up and over his shoulders and flinging it haphazardly to the bed beside the pair of them.

She looked perfect lying there beneath him now, as he shucked his pants down his legs, kicking them off and watching as Blake hastily tugged off her bra, sliding her cotton panties down her legs.

Negan panted hard, gazing at her naked form with a lustful stare, his eyelids hooded, yearning for the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips, her taste on his tongue once again…

The two of them confessing their love for one another, the final barrier up in their relationship, now toppled, leaving only utter need and devotion for one another.

Negan let out a groan of pleasure, as he hovered over her now, capturing Blake's lips with his again and again, her hands finding his bearded face and pulling him on top of her.

She felt warm and real and everything he had ever yearned for here in one entire package.

But the dark-haired Saviour couldn't help but grin now as he felt her press a giggle into his mouth, and roll him onto his back, moving her hands down and threading her fingers through his, pinning his palms to the space either side of his torso.

She pulled back from him now, staring down at him happily, her long beautiful hair hanging down either side of her face in the darkness, a smile dancing its way across her pink and swollen lips, as she tilting her head to the side.

God, she was fucking perfection. Sitting there on top of him of him now, her breasts heaving and bobbing slightly with each breath she took.

He could feel her creamy wetness as she shifted herself slightly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in a devilish manner, sliding her hot and slick core over his stiff and throbbing member.

Negan gave a grunt at the contact, his eyes rolling back in his head, knowing full well that Blake was grinning down at him now in that way he liked so much.

But before he could even say a word, the caramel-blonde woman had slid herself back, coming to straddle his thighs now, suddenly grasping his hand dick in her hand.

Negan let a slow gulp trial its way down his bearded throat at her firm touch, watching her carefully in the dim moonlight, as she slowly bit down onto her bottom lip, using one hand to squeeze at her own pert breast…

… and with the other, she began to slowly pump his cock up and down excruciatingly slowly.

Jesus, she was fucking made for him.

They were made for each other. And he hadn't been lying when he had told her that she was his dream fucking girl.

The dark-haired Saviour, his lustful and half-lidded dusky gaze meeting with hers half in question now, parted his lips, his chest constricting slightly at the sensation.

But Blake just stared back at him naughtily, knowing exactly what she was doing to him now, as the smallest amount of pre-cum trickled from the top of his dick and over her fingers.

She bucked her lips against his legs, almost torturing him, both of then of course knowing that all Blake had to do was move just a few inches forwards and slide herself down onto his throbbing cock, andd he would be done for.

But Blake relented, teasing him as she worked his dick faster and faster.

Negan closed his eyes, the sensation alone driving him wild, his hands reaching down and sliding up her smooth thighs.

But at his touch, Blake gave a sudden moan of her own.

And Negan's eyes snapped open, only to see her free hand now dipping between her legs as she touched herself, her digits meeting with her soaked slit.

Fuck, she really was the fucking devil is disguise, wasn't she? And Negan could only give a furrowed frown, unable to take his eyes off her as she fingered herself there in front of him, all while jerking him off oh-so fucking well.

The blonde woman, naked and gorgeous as she was, left her hand there for a long few seconds, letting out small little breathy moans, mopping up the creamy wetness over her glazed cunt…

…before suddenly, she pulled her hand away, her eyes meeting with Negan's meaningfully, as she let out a small knowing smile.

But Negan wasn't able to smile back, merely staring back in utter awe now, as Blake suddenly wrapped her creamy wet fingers, dripping with her own cum, around his twitching cock.

Negan audibly groaned at this, as she touched him, lubing him up with her own juices, her hand making a slick sound as she pumped it up and down over his dick.

He threw his head back against the mattress behind him, feeling closer to the edge than ever before , closing his eyes and giving a hard gulp.

But Blake was unrelenting, upping her pace a little, obviously enjoying being in control here, causing Negan to look up at her after a time, his eyes filled with lust…

"You're gonna have to fuckin' stop this, Peaches, before Daddy fuckin' blows his load," he uttered out between raged breaths.

And at his words Negan heard Blake catch her own breath in her throat, the words obviously exciting her, but she didn't look like she was about to give up her game that easily.

And so she smirked, dipping her other hand, once again, down to the wetness between her legs, her green eyes meeting with his in the darkness.

And Negan could only watch as her eyes rolled back in her head, her fingers slipping over her throbbing clit, wholly teasing him now.

And so it wasn't a surprise that Negan, unable to take her pleasurable torture any longer, suddenly gave a loud guttural grunt, tugging himself up into a sitting position and grasping Blake's thighs harder than he should have….flipping her over roughly onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress behind her with a 'whump'.

The hot naked caramel-haired woman beneath him, giving a brief questioning frown, but the leader of the Saviours soon answered any questions she had, as he hovered above her, letting out a needy growl.

"What did Daddy fuckin' say, Princess?" he warned in a low, husky voice, sitting up against his knees a little now and pressing her warm thighs apart.

His hand reached for his cock, sticky with both her juices and his, as he pumped at it a couple of times, suddenly moving it close to her entrance and stroking his head along her soaked slit.

At this , Blake let out a moan of utter yearning, desperate now for him to slide himself inside her and fill her up to the hilt.

But it was her turn to be tortured now, as Negan instead chuckled, licking his lips and staring down at her as he hovered just above her tight body, so so close to giving her exactly what she wanted.

"Please," she breathed out, looking utterly at his mercy now, and fulfilling every primal fantasy that Negan had ever had. Begging him to fuck her now.

But Negan's lips twitched up at the corners and he gave a goading frown, licking at his lips tauntingly.

"You want me to fill up that tight pussy of yours with Daddy's dick, Sweetheart?" he murmured out questioningly, panting hard.

But Blake beneath him could only give a desperate nod, her green eyes pleading with him now in the dim light.

"Yes please, Daddy. Please fuck me," she gasped out, her fingers clutching handfuls of sheets at the sensation of Negan's dick sliding oh-so sweetly across her sensitive clit.

And that was when Negan, unable to take anymore, gave a sharp hiss, as he pressed his tip into her hot wet folds…burying himself deep inside of her.

He leaned himself forwards now, his arms meeting with the mattress either side of her head, as he eased his whole member into her with one slick thrust.

Oh god she felt good…

And Negan desperately tried to control himself, teetering along the edge already.

God, their foreplay was a fucking killer. The dark-haired man never remembering it being this good with anyone he had ever been with before…

Blake gave a small breathy cry out, as Negan jammed his hips into her..

…once…twice…three times…

A small frown was darkening her perspiration covered brow now, as her green eyes settled on his, reaching up with one had to clutch at his cheek, a gulp sliding its way down her slender throat.

Everything was good between them now, as Negan drove himself into her, fucking her hard and yet with such intimacy it seemed to astound both of them.

He had never felt closer to a person in his life as he did with Blake right now, as her fingers glided across his stubbly skin, her eyes searching for something within his gaze.

"I love you," she whispered out.

And for Negan it was like his entire world stopped. Hearing her say those words here and now.

And he could only dip is lips to hers, capturing them in a kiss for the briefest of seconds before pulling away.

"I fucking love you too, Peaches," he breathed, his eyes never leaving hers as the seconds and minutes of ecstasy passed them by…

…with Negan seeing her come undone beneath him, feeling her walls clench around his cock…

…it didn't take him long to get there either, unloading spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum into her, as his head fell to the crook of her neck, his lips finding her smooth skin.

He panted hard, composing himself for a long few seconds, feeling Blake's entire body trembling and shaking beneath him, as she tangled her digits in his hair, hugging him to her.

If anyone had seen them now, a tangle of naked limbs, Negan still buried inside Blake's aching cunt… no-one would have ever considered that in a past life they wouldn't have even crossed paths.

For here, in this world…..

….as Negan untangled himself from her finally, allowing them both to clamber further up the bed and snuggle down between the soft sheets…..

…no-one would have ever thought that one could be without the other.

For they were in love….

…visibly in love…

….a force to reckoned with around this place….

…..the good and the bad of the Sanctuary, keeping everything as it should be…

…and nothing….

…just nothing, could change that now….

…as the pair of them drifted off, still tangled together, into a warm and dreamless sleep….

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