TWD - The story of Negan and Lucille

[DarkSideCookie]

The story of Negan and Lucille

Part 1

- How to date a teacher -

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Based on: The Walking Dead / "sequel" of the fanfiction story Lucille's Diary
Rated: PG
Genre: Alternate Universe, Drama, Romance

Summary: Negan and Lucille became a couple and now have to face their first problems already sooner than they would have believed when Lucille finds out that he is a teacher at the university she is studying at. While Lucille is all worried about someone could find out, Negan seems to make it his task to let that fact turn their relationship into an adventure right from the beginning.

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Prolog

The dreamy girl and the sassy man were dating now for already two weeks, both still not being aware of the fact that they would meet a problem real soon - a problem for one of them while no more than a funny risk for the other. Right, the one facing it as a problem would be the girl, Lucille, while the one almost looking forward to it as an exciting adventure to take, would be the man, Negan.

Of course, Lucille had been aware of the fact that the man she fell in love with probably was half her age older than she was. But how should she have known that this man was going to the same college as she did - as a teacher.

And so it came the day when the two lovebirds started to get to know each other better.


"So, you're kind of a professional sportsman?", Lucille asked with curiosity, pointing at the baseball bat decorating his living room. Among other interesting stuff, she had to add inwardly. He seemed to have a thing for motorbikes as well. Sports and motorbikes, not exactly interests of hers, but a couple didn't need to share each of their interests, did it?

"No." Negan answered with a slightly embarrassed smile.

And yet again, once she got to see that smile, she had almost forgotten the topic of their conversation. This sassy man, titling himself an asshole, was just so not in her presence. If she hadn't seen him acting quite like one with that woman who had ditched him on the first evening of their meeting, Lucille even might not have gotten the slightest idea to connect such a description with the smirking person in front of her. It still felt strange to think there actually was this connection.

Eventually, Negan's voice roused her from her thoughts. "I'm a gym teacher."

"A teacher.", she repeated a little surprised yet not too distraught over that fact at this point. Well, as long as he wasn't teaching at the university she was a student of, everything was fine. That was what she thought, actually more meant as a joke, until Negan went on and taught her better, in the truest sense of the word.

"Yah, though sometimes I get the feeling people don't call it really teaching when that is what you teach at a university." The following hissing sound from him got almost drowned out by Lucille's sudden shriek, not loud in general, but loud enough to draw Negan's attention and to answer it with a puzzled expression.

"The University of Chapel Hill?" she finally regained her voice. A question, actually superfluous, as that was the only university in the close area. For a moment, she closed her eyes, inwardly praying for him to answer in the negative, as highly improbable as that was.

Instead of an answer though, Negan took pleasure in saying nothing at all and watching her with a smirk of amusement, until she would open her eyes again. And so she eventually did, giving him a disbelieving, though still slightly hopeful expression, only to see her hope collapsing at once one sentence later.

"You are one of these diligent well-behaved students, probably studying soc or history, while I am the bad teacher, waiting to keep you in after school, isn't it?", Negan suddenly stated in his usual manner of doing jokes.

"Do you think this is funny?" Lucille replied to the almost rapturous smile on his face while throwing her hands up in despair.

"Actually, yes.", he responded, the smile not dying down, not a bit. In fact, it was even growing.

"Oh my gosh!" Lucille suddenly startled up once again, her hands now covered around her face. And yet again did she get no reaction from Negan. Not more than the remaining amusement sent her way. "I know who you are!"

At that, his expression changed from highly amused to just amused with a little bit of questioning, while he leaned back and put his head askew at the same time before he slowly asked: "And who am I?"

"You are this gym teacher everyone is talking about!", Lucille burst out, still in kind of a shock.

"Okay, timeout.", he intervened at last, not harsh but defining.

For a little moment, Lucille had almost broken out of her shock because of the way he so suddenly had silenced her. This was pretty much gym teacher-like, she thought with an inner chuckle. It was a wonder that he didn't make use of this sign of timeout she had seen trainers using for sportsmen.

"First of all, calm down, love." And when she thought he was finally playing her for keeps, his facial features changed into a mischievous grin once again. "So, You're telling me you co-eds go wild for me? Shi-it...", Negan uttered with an elongated version of one of his favorite words, still overly amused.

"Oh, seriously?" was everything Lucille came up with. She really adored this man and even his humor, but right this moment was she a little bit unnerved about it, calming herself down again with one deep breath very quickly, though. "So, what are we going to do about this?"

"About what?"

She gave him an admonitory look, this time with a hint of amusement herself.

"I'm still the same, or am I not?" he finally pointed out with his arms spread. "So are you."

"Well, you're right.", Lucille eventually agreed and even had to chuckle about this whole conversation herself now. "I was just... I don't know. I was just worried. Well, I AM worried."

"I know.", he interrupted and came closer to enfold her into his arms all of a sudden. By then, the mischievous grin had died down to no more than a loving smile. "And that's what I love about you, Lucille. You do worry, and you do care. That's sweet. But let me tell you: we can do this. Okay?"

Negan gave her one of his warm and comfortable very tight hugs, which was the reason for actually making her ease again at once, and even filled her eyes with tears all of a sudden.

"Hey, what is it?" Negan suddenly asked visibly worried, as he released her for the moment of checking on the sobbing he thought to have heard. And he hadn't misheard. "Did I say anything wrong?"

"No." she managed to produce amidst tears, before giving him a smile to assure these were tears of joy - a smile, that did grow to one of the widest she had ever felt on her face, once it was returned with one of his. "Nothing wrong. Not at all... I just... I'm just glad we have met."

"That's my Cheshire cat.", Negan said as dimples were forming around his cheeks. Then he covered her into his arms once again, even warmer and more comfortable than before, letting Lucille's heart beat a melody she had learned only since this day in the restaurant two weeks ago. To be here with Negan and to hear him saying these kind words was making this day another perfect one in a sequence of a lot of perfect days this last couple of weeks, even though she inwardly was still worrying. But, yes, he was right. They could do this. They could go through whatever problems might come.

"It's pedagogy by the way.", she eventually rectified his former guess about her subject, before wordless indulging in their embrace again, getting no more than another stroking over her hair and a soft chuckle as a reply. And even if Lucille couldn't see it right now, did the mere imagination of the smile on his lips make grow hers. Maybe it was too early to say it out loud, but she already was deep in love with this man. Yes, she loved him.

So, why should she worry?


If Lucille had been fully aware of the infinity of Negan's provocative demeanor already that day, she might have annulled her attitude about why she should worry, because the next few weeks would not only make her worry about his tutor licensure along with both of their reputation but also about the consequences regarding this relationship in general. She really was willed to take every obstacle that might get into their way, but was he as well? At least did he seem to take every risk for it. An act she probably had seen as a proof of love, if she wouldn't become all too busy with worrying about his next new fancy.

Dating a teacher might not be a piece of cake, but dating Negan was even kind of a challenge, especially for a rather inconspicuous person like Lucille.

And so this challenge was meant to begin already the next day.

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[DarkSideCookie]

Chapter One

Lucille was attending a lecture with a tutor who probably was the most boring teaching person on the whole campus when, only one moment later, something would draw her attention away from her little sideline of scribbling on the margin of her workbook.

Suddenly the tutor's voice hushed along with the sound of steps approaching the lecture hall. But that hadn't been what was jolting Lucille out of her daydreaming.

"Hey... Hank, right? Gotta talk to you for a minute."

This voice was.
Lucille would recognize it among thousands.

Her eyes darted over at the lectern to have a look at what she already had figured anyway. And that was the same moment when Negan's head turned to the side, his eyes meeting with hers. He sent one of his handsome smiles towards her. One of those that Lucille almost had been willing to reply with one of her own yet could keep herself from at the eleventh hour. Oh, she surely wouldn't give in about this act of irresponsibility, just because he sent one of his damn cute smiles her way, as sweet as this thought of surrender was.

So what the hell was he thinking he was doing here? At her campus, in her lecture, right there right now?

And almost accidentally - of course not so at all - did the pencil slip off her fingers, giving her a reason to break eye contact with Negan, and instead pretend to search for her stationery. She tried to ignore the voices coming from the lectern to not make herself look any suspicious, even though that was what she already looked like anyway.

"Hey Lu, everything all right?" suddenly her female seatmate, who also was her new roommate ever since her best friend Alex had left to Washington, asked with a worried tone in her voice.

Lucille took one last deep breath before launching into an answer, maybe a little too gushy to sound plausible, though. "Yes yes, sure. Everything's alright. Overly alright. I just was... searching for my pencil. A-ha - so HERE you are!" A somehow insane sounding chuckle escaped her while she raised the pencil she had just picked up from the ground.

"Overly alright?" Joanne repeated in a kind of disbelieving way. Of course, there was no way she would buy such a poor excuse from her. Even though Lucille eventually was able to force herself back into her chair, because - well - she couldn't sit on the ground for the whole while of Negan being in the same room with her, she didn't dare to have another look ahead.


"Well, ahem, don't you think this can wait after..."

"No.", Negan's voice was drowning the other tutor's in his usual insolent manner. "No, it can not."


Whenever Lucille was spending time with him two by two, she could easily forget about this manner of his, as he seemed to treat her like she was an angel, while he actually could be a little devil to others. But who was she to complain about anything he did? As long as he wasn't terrorizing anyone, she might learn to get used to it.

Lucille wasn't actually following their conversation, and surely didn't have to anyway, to guess what his appearance was about. Because, well, she never had seen him anywhere around her campus this past couple of years. Wouldn't it be kind of a miraculous coincidence that he suddenly had a concern, coincidentally one day after they had found out about both of them going to the same university, at that? Yah, tell it to the marines...

So this had to be about her.

And almost as if he would be answering her guess, his head turned in her direction once again.


"He's kind of... well, cute, isn't he?"

Lucille's face turned to her seatmate again at that. She wasn't completely aware of her facial expression right that moment, but it must be looking kind of incredulous while it was, in fact, just preoccupied.

"Right. That came out pretty strange." Joanne suddenly explained herself and even blushed a little as she made a gesture like it would have been a joke. Lucille knew it hadn't been. With an inner grin, she had to remember her former roommate's statement about Negan's lookings, back at a time, when he hadn't been more than - according to Alex's words - the hottest teacher on earth. Today he was so much more to her, though. However, the hottest teacher on earth he probably still was.

"You have no idea how strange actually." Lucille added to Joanne's self-explaining in a whispered tone, while her eyes yet wandered over at Negan without attracting too much attention. And even though she blamed him for having gotten her into this situation, a slight smile was beaming over her face, after all. A smile she just couldn't suppress.

"Well, good looking or not, there's a lot of heavy rumor about him."

At that remark, Lucille averted her gaze from Negan once again and instead looked back at Joanne, the slight smile remaining on her face. "There's a lot of heavy rumor about anyone." With a soft chuckle, she added: "Did you know I've sold my soul for a pile of books?"

"I can imagine."

Now both students had to laugh while Lucille's eyes met with the man obviously circulating a lot of heavy rumors about. She wondered about those for a moment, even though none of them would be any she would want to listen to. Because, after all, rumors were rumors. True or not, they were built to picture a person before you've learned about it personally. And this person, right there, in the middle of this lecture hall, she was willed to learn about all on her own.

Negan gave her another smile, one, visibly enough to warm her heart, but carefully enough to not attract too much of attention, before she addressed herself back to the scribbling on the margin of her workbook, shaking her head in a mix of annoyance and amusement about the manner of her beloved one, while he went on with a conversation he most certainly wasn't interested in at all. But their glances at each other every now and then were worth the risk of this secret meeting. A fact, one was trying to deny, while the other seemed to, figuratively speaking, wallow in.

Either way, a risk that had turned both of their crappy starts of the week, knowing they would be close to each other and at the same time weren't allowed to be, into something mystical.


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Eagerly, she was awaiting Negan's arrival at their appointed meeting place, or more precisely, the meeting point she had asked him to come to in a quick text message. It seemed being late was another of his bad habits she had to get used to. As for herself, she was an over-punctual person, always the one waiting for other arrivals. Not that she was taking it amiss on people to be late, but it seemed to be in her nature to have an almost inordinate urge to check her watch like every minute before any kind of appointment. Sometimes she even thought it had become a real quirk over the years.

When Lucille finally spotted her beloved gym teacher, still wearing his football jersey, which she found looked pretty sexy on him, she couldn't help but smile. The answering sign of mere joy on his face made it even harder for her to revert to slight indignation. But she had to. He couldn't just do what he wanted and risk everything, driven by only the wish to see her in the university as well, and then think he would get away with it so easily. Not that she wouldn't have felt a little bit flattered about it at the same time. But that was not the point.

"Hey.", Negan greeted her, as he took the last steps between them, just about to take her face in both his hands to give her one of those kisses that managed to melt her away at the spot. But no, she mustn't break down this time. And so she was allowing him only a quick smooch before she would take him to task.

"What was that today in the lecture hall?", she blurted out, getting a surprised, almost shocked expression from Negan at that.

"Whoa!", he let out in defense while his hands slowly broke loose of her face. Lucille's voice wasn't exactly sounding harsh, but slightly petulant indeed.

And then she felt bad all of a sudden. Maybe that was because she never really had been a bitchy person and also didn't appreciate dealing with such persons herself. Her features softened and her voice regained some of its usual tenderness when she spoke up again: "I... I didn't mean to bite your head off. I just..."

"Bite my head off?" Negan chuckled. "Sorry, but you're just too sweet, love. Even when you're angry." He came a little closer, raising his hands up to her face once again to tenderly embrace it. "I simply couldn't resist to see you. Diligently sitting there in your school desk and either listen to that stick in the mud in front of you or reading an adventure story hidden under your workbook."

Now it was Lucille who had to chuckle. "Are you stalking me?", she asked in a joking way.

"No." he replied with a wide smile that formed this sweet dimples around his cheeks again.

And from that moment on, Lucille's anger had completely vanished. She really wondered, if Negan was aware of the effect his smiling had on her and if he was using it on purpose. He might be capable of doing so, she thought with amusement and a shake of her head before he continued in a way that made her want to forget she ever had been angry about anything he was doing. Oh, he had to be aware of that effect.

"Stalkers are kissing your photo, while they watch a video of you taking a shower. I prefer the original."

"You're such a wag.", Lucille uttered amidst laughter before she gave him a smack on his arm, out of her current posture being too small to reach his shoulder instead.

With the smile still remaining on his face, even growing at her little attack, Negan finally took the very last step between them and covered both their faces in a sensitive kiss. Lucille's heart was beating faster every time she felt this man's lips on hers. Another effect, along with the one his smile had on her, that wouldn't go missing over the years of their later relationship and marriage. As much of hard times they would go through, as magical would these moments of true love remain. But that was another story. One of, at least, nearly half a lifetime.

"But please be more discreet, will you?" Lucille eventually returned to the actual subject of their conversation, once their lips had parted again.

"Sure.", Negan answered her worried face, before covering her in his arms, wasting not even one thought of someone could see them and recognize the teacher-student-couple. As for his part, he didn't care all too much about that anyway. Something Lucille would have to learn very soon, together with the difference between both their perception of being more discreet.

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[DarkSideCookie]

Chapter Two

Lucille's morning of the following day started with another lecture.

Even though she couldn't have been angry with Negan for too long anyway, he had invited her for dinner this evening, quasi as an act of showing his goodwill towards a more prudent manner from now on. Anyways, that invitation had been the reason Lucille was having trouble keeping herself concentrated at this early hour - or was it her imagination of spending a first whole night with him? Sure, she could have said no to that suggestion, being the prudent part again, and send both of them to their own home at some point. But then, how could she when every minute she was able to spend with him was so wonderful?

Her mouth was just about to open in a hearty yawn when suddenly the deafening chime of the fire alarm caused her to halt in the middle of that action. It took her actually some seconds or maybe half a minute to realize, first, where she even was, and, second, that this wasn't one of these false alarms that got switched off after only a few tones.

"C'mon, Lu. Let's head outside." Joanne uttered with a sigh right next to her.

"You want me to hold your hand or think it's sufficient to set up in two rows?", Lucille replied with another yawning before she smiled at her friend and, at the same time, grabbed her jacket to get ready, not taking the alarm too seriously.

"Where does this sarcasm come from all of a sudden?"

Lucille chuckled. "Was there sarcasm? I'm sorry, I'm just tired."

"And back she is. Apologizing Lucille."

Both girls ended up in slight laughter on their way to the collecting point while Lucille had a silent thought about if there was a chance that people would find out about her being in a relationship by only a change in her own behavior? Well, as long as it didn't make them find out who she was dating. Maybe she should come up with something like an alternate story, though. Oh god, but she was quite a horrible liar.

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"Hey, would you lend me a hand?", suddenly a tall man in a sturdy jacket, whose face he wasn't able to see at this quick way of getting her attention, was heading her off and separated her from the knot of students. Lucille was surprised, but still too tired to question why the man, obviously one of the first aiders, was needing her help of all people. And so she followed him, or rather, allowed him to lead her somewhere off the beaten track.

"So, how can I..." Lucille stopped in the middle of her question, her facial features changing from obliging to disbelieving, once she got a glimpse of the man's face. She shouldn't have ignored this alarming feeling of somehow recognizing his voice?

"Hey." Negan replied to her upcoming indignation with a cheerful smile.

"What the...?" was everything she was able to produce right now.

Negan seemed to defer the urge to kiss her until later - one wise decision at least - and instead raised his hands in a slight defensive gesture. "I know what you think, but..."

"Are you wearing a fire coat?"

"I'm the university's fire marshal. Cool, isn't it?", he replied the irritated question of hers with a confident grin and leaned more in der direction.

For another moment, Lucille wasn't able to say anything significant as words were flying around her head. Eventually though, she managed to get them sorted at least a little bit. "Is this what you're calling more discreet?"

She even wasn't sure if her own question had supposed to sound sarcastically or not, because, first, was she, to say the least, just as horrible in that as in lying, and second, wasn't she even sure if this whole demeanor of him was seriously, sarcastically or if there was a chance that he simply had lost his mind.

"Don't be mad at me, love.", he started begging on her, obviously in the act of catching up for the deferred kiss.

"Oh, don't you think I'll allow you to quieten me with that again.", Lucille put him off with an eye roll and a following nervous look around.

"Nobody here.", Negan confirmed, still all smiley.

And yet again, was she dooming his damn handsomeness along with the undeniable fact that he was looking sexy as hell in that fire coat he was wearing. But what she doomed the most was that this, yet again, seemed to be a fact he totally was aware of.

"Nobody but us." He came closer to her, the smile growing just a little more. Once again, she felt her wall to break in. Damn that mentioned fact.

"But shouldn't you look after some people in distress?", Lucille asked with a teasing tone in her voice.

"It's a false alarm. No people in distress.", Negan replied, almost whispering, while his lips drew near her neck; near enough to make her feel his warm breath around it, but distant enough to not actually make contact with it. Something that was literally driving her crazy; her mind and admittedly her body also.

She couldn't help but not to struggle against his approach any longer. Her eyes closed in a savoring way, and her features softened with a joyful smile, as she felt Negan's endearment close to her skin. He was looking up at her every now and then to assure himself that she felt pleased with what he was doing. She did - almost so much so that she was going to forget where they were.

"It's turning you on, doesn't it?" Negan eventually asked, or rather stated, between the hard breathing of his own state of sexual arousal and, by this time, actual kisses on her neck.

Lucille had to come up with a somehow shy chuckle at that before breaking away from him just a little bit. Negan made no move to stop her from doing so but instead gave her an understanding smile even.

They haven't reached the last level of intimacy yet, so to speak - maybe not even had been close to the next-to-last. Sometimes Lucille wondered if it was bothering him, as he most certainly had quite some experience with other women. She was not exactly jealous of the past, maybe a healthy bit, but what she was wondering about was his apparent willingness to wait. Not that she was ascribing him to think about their first time happening on university grounds - perish the thought! - but this sudden intensity between them had caused her to think about the yet unspoken. Lucille had never actually spoken out with any word that she was a total sex newbie but Negan seemed to have figured out on his own, which indicated that he was much more of a sensitive person than people attributed him to be. A sudden smile escaped her at that realization.

"What is it, Cheshire?" Negan asked, full of curiosity.

Instead of serving him with an answer, she did with a kiss; One, way more passionate than any had come from her initiative before.

"I take that as a yes to my former question.", Negan managed to produce amidst hard breathing once again, as he returned her kiss with a mix of forcefulness and gentleness at the same time. A combination that sounded kind of contradictory, but this man was making it possible somehow.

Lucille wanted this moment to never end, but eventually - thank goodness! - she called their whereabouts back to her mind. And so she, at some point during their amorous rapture, tenderly shuffled him off.

"We must head back." She gave him a warm smile to give him to understand that she did appreciate this secret moment of their own the same as he did, but had to make it end for both their sakes.

Negan replied the smile with one of his before his hands reached out to her face one more time, stroking it gently. Lucille could see the difficulty to let off of her in his eyes and yet did he back off only a moment later. With an almost, but really only almost, abashed looking grin, he came up with a little objection, though. "We should wait at least some more moments."

Lucille gave him a puzzled expression until it suddenly dawned on her, with her face turning all red at that realization, but primarily at the lowering of her gaze along her opposite's sight. "OH! Oh, of course. I'm... I'm sorry."

"No need to feel sorry.", Negan chuckled, obviously quite amused about her reaction. "Just people might get the idea that I'm gonna blow out a fire with..."

"Okay, got it!", she nervously broke in his words, accompanied by the quiet chuckling she got from him at that.

When kind of awkward silence was starting to disseminate between them, actually for the first time of the last couple of weeks - even though Lucille was sure it was awkward for only one of them -, she eventually decided to speak up again, actually with a question she was indeed anxious to get answered. "How did you know it was a false alarm, by the way?"

Now it was Negan who was looking like someone just got caught red-handed.

"Oh, don't you tell me..." She wasn't even able to end this sentence, as her guess would indicate him to be much more of a troublemaker than she had attributed him to be.

"I could answer with no if that's gonna make you feel better."

Lucille's hands raised to her face, covering it within. He was just the limit! Or rather, was he WITHOUT any limit! So, he did set off the fire alarm, headed her off the other students, and made out with her in a blind angle, while everyone else, students AND teachers, were congregated at the collecting point for an undefined period of time?

"Lucille?"

"We get expelled.", she suddenly mumbled. "We totally get. I know it."

"C'mon, I'm sorry.", Negan tried to calm her and did one step closer in her direction again, about to embrace her in a soothing hug, when Lucille looked up again and raised one hand to his torso to stop him.

Even though his actions were setting her into kind of a shock mode again and again, none of them seemed to be able to drown her urge to be with him for every minute of her life. But at least one of them had to be sane at times. "Just tell me what's up next. You, disguised as one of my tutors, taking me to detention?"

"Wow, reading books seems to really increase creativity."

"Please, don't you even think about it." she fought back with a sudden chuckle herself, giving him a gentle poke in his arm.

"No more surprises."

Lucille's eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"I promise.", Negan finally added more seriously, before he took Lucille's hand, still resting at his torso, into his, and accomplished his former try of embracing her into his arms.

This time, she could completely enjoy his arms around her, knowing it to be their last contact of that sort on university's ground before both of them would leave this place with an arranged excuse about their whereabouts during the last twenty minutes. And yet again, did the fact that she was a horrible liar make her feel all the more worried about that last part.

As a matter of fact, no one ever discovered their little secret, as did no one ever discover that place with the blind angle that would become their secret little meeting point during the next few years.

Right, the day when Negan had set off the fire alarm hadn't been their last forbidden meeting on university's ground, because, at some point, Lucille had to admit that she was missing him in the same crazy way as he did whenever they knew themselves to be close to each other and yet not close enough. And with her feeling less ashamed about it, she also had to realize that those little meetings between his teaching units and her lectures were, in fact, kind of exciting.

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(little extra content: for everyone who likes to see Negan in his sexy fire coat. <3)