Negan (kink/smut warning)

                                    

                                          
So this chapter is my first request I've ever done. The request was sent in by wtfolivia120801. I hope it lives up to your hopes and expectations, and if not, I am truly sorry lmfao.
                          
I was on my hands and knees pulling weeds out of the tomato section in the garden. This was one of my many daily tasks, watering the vegetables and weeding them if someone else didn't already get to that. It was one if my less labor intesives jobs, so therefore, one of my favorite. 
                          
I pulled the last weed from the grown and stood up, wiping my hands off on my jeans. I grabbed the basket full of the useless plants and threw them in the compost bin, it would be used as fertilizer later. I put all my supplies away and headed inside. It was around lunch time and my body was telling me that loud and clear. My stomach had been rumbling for a good hour.
                          
I got in line and waited, occasionally shifting my weight from foot to foot. I decided on having one of the less than apatizing turkey sandwiches they were offering, one, becuase if was the least repulsive option today, and two, it only cost five points. I ate my lunch and drank my water quickly before moving onto the next thing. I was supposed to be going on a run to the Hilltop today, at least I was supposed to, then Dwight approached me.
                          
"Negan wants you." Is all he said. I couldn't help but smile and get a warm feeling in my chest. Negan was the man who ran this place, and the closest person to me. You see, he was my caretaker, and my boyfriend. 
                          
I don't know if you know anything about the DD/LG/CG/LG, or age regression, but ill explain some of it to you anyway. Basically I'm a little, which means when I get into the right headspace, I tend to talk, act, and think like a child. Negan is my caregiver, he's there for me when I'm in those headspaces, he takes care of me, sets rules for me, and for that I love him dearly. Before I came here I thought I would never be able to be in little space again.
                          
I nodded at Dwight. "Okay, tell him ill be there soon." I said with a slightly goofy smile. Dwight gave be a thumbs up before walking away. I practically ran to Negan's room.
                          
Once I got to the door I didn't even bother with nocking. I walked in and saw him sitting down on the couch with a glass of scoth in his hands. He smiled up at me, cashing me to instantly smile back. 
                          
"Hey babygirl, come here." he said, patting his lap. Him calling me baby girl almost always made me slip into littespace, I mean how could I not. I happily walked over and curled up in his lap. Negan gently ran his fingers through my hair.
                          
"So how's my little Lucy doing today?" he asked softly. 
                          
"Good." I said, my voice already at a higher pitch. Negan chuckled slightly and kissed the top of my head.
                          
"That's good sweetheart." he said, the smile showing in his voice. "You're daddy's good girl right?" Negan asked, getting that tone in his voice that gave me butterflies in my belly and made me squeeze my legs together. I nodded eagerly.
                          
"Good." he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Then I'm gonna need my good little girl to go sit on the bed for me." I nodded and did as he said. I sat down on the plush bed, fiddling with my hands, nervous and excited.
                          
"Am I in twrouble?" I asked. Negan smirked and shook his head.
                          
"No baby girl you're not. Why? Is there something you need to tell me?" he asked with an arched brow. I bit my lip and looked at the ground.
                          
"What did my little princess do?" he asked, placing his fingers under my chin and making me look up at him. I mumbled something under my breath while looking off to the side.
                          
"Speak up." he ordered in a stern yet gentle voice.
                          
"I came wifout you dis morning." I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. His fingers under my chin turned to a firm grip on my jaw.