Negan had only arrived in Alexandria a little over ten minutes before. Since this was the third or fourth "payment" that the saviors were collecting from the Alexandrians, they knew the drill and so did your men. Negan and Rick were talking about the supplies or better yet, the lack thereof. When out of the blue, Negan stopped midsentence and lifted his hand to Rick in a gesture that was clearly meant to say, "Shut the fuck up". At first Rick was confused, not fully understanding what was exactly going on. Then Negan turned his head back towards the houses down the street, as though he was listening for something. When Negan still couldn't quite make out what he was hearing, he shouted to his men, as well as to everyone within earshot, "Fucking fuck! Don't you fuckers know when to shut your fucking mouths!? I'm trying to hear something!" Almost immediately, Alexandria fell silent… except for the faint sound of what appeared to be a woman singing. Negan seemed to decipher from what direction the singing was coming from, and he began walking towards a particular group of houses. To Rick's horror it seemed as though Negan was walking directly to his house. Worried about Judith and (you), Rick began to follow. However, Negan wasn't having it. He turned around with his usual swagger asked Rick, "And just where the fuck do you think you're fucking going Rick the prick?" Rick tried to answer but Negan just shut that shit down. He looked first at Rick and then to the rest of the Alexandrians, before saying almost in a growl…"If anybody fucking follows me, shoot the fucking priest in his freaky ass face".
And with that, Negan continued to make his way towards the house that he was certain was source of the singing. Before he even reached the front yard, he recognized the song. Negan smiled to himself. He hadn't heard that fucking song in a long ass time! Suddenly, a memory popped in his head of him and his deceased wife Lucille; slow dancing in their living room. He even let himself remember the feel of her head against his chest as they rocked in each other's arms. Negan quickly shook his head, shaking the memory away. The end of the world was not a time for dwelling on memories. Especially those memories. The singing grew louder and he was more than curious about who exactly was singing in broad daylight in the middle of the fucking apocalypse. When he reached the back of the house, Negan stopped right in his tracks. Less than ten feet in front of him, partially hidden among swaying sheets that were hanging from a clothesline, was a goddamn fucking Goddess!
Sure, Negan had seen women like her before the outbreak. Before the world went and fucking fucked itself sideways. But if he was truly honest, he only saw women this fucking gorgeous on TV or on the cover of a magazine! He definitely liked what he saw and didn't want to stop this little "show" just yet. Negan slowly stepped closer to the house and leaned against the edge. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and let his long legs stretch out in front of him. He also felt a familiar twitch in his crotch area as he let is gaze linger over your body. Negan took one hand out of his pocket and rubbed the scruff of his salt and pepper beard, and then licked his lips. Taking in every inch of your body with his gaze, Negan let his eyes trail from your strawberry blonde hair that was loosely piled on top of your head, to your strikingly beautiful features…stopping only momentarily at your mouth. For a moment, he wondered how your lips would look wrapped around his long thick cock.
He chuckled softly at the fact that you had no idea that he was there since you seemed to be lost in your own world. Wherever your mind was at that moment, you were definitely enjoying it, since you hadn't even sensed this presence. Negan took his time watching as you swayed your hips to the music in your head as though dancing. He was enjoying both the sight of you dancing as well as the sound of you singing the words to this very suggestive fucking song.
"I'll make love to you ~ Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight ~ Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you ~ When you want me to
And I will not let go ~ Till you tell me to"
Negan continued his voyeuristic assault on your body and observed your thin but clearly defined legs. He pictured them wrapped around him while he pounded his thick cock into your tight, wet pussy. It was obvious that you were malnourished… Hell, these days everyone was. In spite of the fact that you could use a few more pounds on you, he couldn't help but notice the wide spread of your hips as you swayed to the music and the rounded shape of your ass in your tight cutoff shorts. Despite the fact you were wearing a sweater that was obviously too big, Negan could make out that you definitely had a generous pair of tits. Tits that he wanted to suck on and bite until you screamed out in both pain and pleasure. With the bulge of his jeans getting more and more uncomfortable, Negan decided he couldn't wait any longer. Pushing himself off the side of the house, he began to slowly walk toward you, feeling like a tiger who was stalking his prey. When you still didn't notice him, he crept up behind you until he was so close he was practically touching you. With a strong and boisterous voice Negan boomed out, "My fucking my. What the fuck do we have here? Have I died and gone to heaven? Cause I know I'm looking at a gen-u-ine Fuck-ing angel!"