The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Negan] I Wish

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PROMPT:
You bandage up Negan after he gets himself into some trouble.

You scribbled on the paper, letting out an exhausted breath of air and lying down against the table. It was cold- but it wasn't enough to wake you up. You'd been up all night working on plans for the new greenhouse in the compound. Up all night without a wink of sleep.

You watched the patients in the infirmary carefully too. You had Michael upstairs in the bed sleeping with a bad concussion and Sylvia comatose. Where had the days of real hospitals and real doctors gone? Now, with the Saviours, you were the closest thing they had to that.

Everything had been quiet. So awfully quiet that you couldn't concentrate. The white noise was drilling into your head and you couldn't even think anymore. That was when you heard it. The heavy footsteps coming from the closed infirmary door. The heavy footsteps were followed by a morbidly calm whistle.
There was a knock on the door and you arched your back.
"Come in?" You spoke. Your voice sure didn't sound tired. So why did you feel it?

You watched the doorknob turn before a bat poked itself through the door. Lucille. Then a tall man came in after, wearing a white short sleeved shirt and jeans. Not his usual attire. Not his leather jacket. Lucille, of course, was the accessory he could never be seen without.
His eyes enlarged at you- disheveled and tired, slouched in front of sketches.
"Did I interrupt something?" He taunted. You went to answer but stopped, your eyes trailing down to Negan's exposed bicep. Along it, was a cut so deep that you were surprised his white shirt wasn't drenched in blood.
"Negan!" You sighed, getting up quickly and rushing over to your medical supplies. "Sit down."
Negan chuckled at your shock, sitting down on the hospital bed a couple of his men had brought back a week ago. He sat down on it and watched as you frantically searched for the right medical gear. As you approached him, you quickly placed a rag on his cut to stop it from bleeding.
"How do you feel?" You asked him, gripping his bicep with one hand and pressing down on the cut with the other.
"I feel fantastic!" He told you, thrilled with whatever had gone down.
"No, I mean, you're losing blood. Do you feel tired? Do you need anything?"
Negan sighed before answering. "No."
You nodded, removing the rag and fishing for your needle and thread.
"You gonna patch me up, doc?" Negan questioned. You nodded.
"As best as I can, boss." You whispered, now aware of how close you were. You leaned over his arm, piercing the needle through the jagged skin and sewing it together. Negan didn't even let out as much as a whimper in response.
"Come on, tough guy. This hurts." You gritted your teeth, threading it through another time. "Talk to me. What happened to your arm? It's a knife wound."
Negan stared off at the distance, as if he was allowing himself to sort through every single complication in his mind.
"Ran into a couple'a lucky assholes on the road. They put up a good fucking fight." His voice wasn't as thrilled as you expected. Like for once he was worn down.
"Oh." You whispered, continuing to sew up his arm. "Did you...did you kill them?"
Negan froze. "Of course I did."
You pressed your lips together, finishing the last suture and cutting it. You then took a bandage, moving closer to Negan so that you could wrap it.
"Don't do that." He whispered.
"What?" You asked innocently, wrapping his arm.
"Don't go all silent when I answer you. You know I had to kill them. Don't make me the fucking bad guy."
You sighed, furrowing your brows at Negan.
"I never said anything." You argued.
"You didn't have to." Negan's voice was softer, which let you know that he wasn't actually mad.
"He attacked you...I know you had to. You kill or you die. I do know that, you know. I haven't been behind walls the entire apocalypse. I've been out there. I know how messed up it is."
Negan cleared his throat once you were finished, then motioned towards the sketches of the new greenhouse.
"Are those your plans?" He questioned. You gulped, finishing up his arm and bringing them to him. You began pointing everything out before he interrupted you.
"They're great. Hand them to Dwight in the morning and we can figure it out."
"Really?" You asked, shocked with his answer. Negan looked to you- and you shied away immediately. The two of you were close. Only inches apart.
"Yes, Y/n. They're really good. Why do you second take everything I say?"
You shrugged, bowing your head. Hair fell down, covering your face from Negan's view. He reached over, tucking the hair behind your ear.
"I like you, Y/n. A lot. You're different. You're not like my wives. They're hot- but they don't care like you do. I like you but it seems a hell of a lot like you don't trust me."
You shook your head, looking up at Negan.
"I do care." You finally said. "I'm just worried I care too much." You paused, taking a deep breath. "About you."
Negan reached over, cupping your face as bringing it closer. He placed his lips on yours for what felt like a minute. When he let go and drew himself back, he stood, approaching the door with the greenhouse plans.
"Wait? Don't you want me to give them to Dwight?" You called after him. Negan stopped, shaking his head.
"New plan. I'll take them to Harrison myself, get him to start building first thing tomorrow. Thanks for patching me up, doc."

With that, Negan left. Leaving you, very much awake, to freak out about the kiss. What did it mean?
But of course, you'd have to wait till tomorrow to find out.
Problem was, now you were going to have a hard time going to sleep.

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