Summary: Negan and Dwight’s sister hide their relationship from everyone at the Sanctuary which means having to find anywhere and everywhere else they can to have some ‘alone time.’ Characters: Negan x Reader Warnings: none really - some strong language but it’s basically just porn. And who doesn’t love Negan porn? No-one. A/N: This is the first time in about five years that a song hasn’t inspired me to write but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless and I apologise for any inaccuracies and if my characterisation isn’t quite on point yet, I’m still pretty fresh to this.
Atlanta in August is hotter than hell. Hell is no longer the place where troubled souls go to rot once they leave the land of the living; hell is here, now, inside this apocalypse and even if the world is inevitably coming to an end that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy what simple pleasures are still available. Especially when they get handed to you on a plate.
The heat inside the car is stiflingly hot; tiny droplets of condensation fogging up the windows. You don’t know why Negan chose this shit heap of a car in this abandoned lay-by for your rendezvous but at this moment in time, you couldn’t care less. His lips slide deliciously over the hollow in your neck while you tug forcefully at his hair, oppressing a moan between your lips. You curse yourself silently - there’s no need to be quiet, you’re both completely alone encased in your metal cocoon, nothing but desolate land surrounding you. Now you understand why this spot is perfect. Normally Negan would have no qualms about fucking you in his room at the Sanctuary but you both know your brother Dwight would have something to say about that. He would never allow it. Negan had already stolen so much from him - first taking his wife as his own and now his sister too? Over Dwight’s dead body. Which ironically Negan wouldn’t hesitate to make probable. You begged him to keep this quiet and for once, he respected your wishes.
