#roomie + friend won’t shut up so I’m thinking about the wolves now

[mvncesa]

sobieski & decker coded tbh

[batbloodhoney-blog]

Bringing Up the Bodies

The latest episode of TWD really was enjoyable, however, seeing Negan burn someone alive really got to me. Yes, I understand it isn’t real, but damn that was insane, right? Comic Negan isn’t that crazy. Aside from that, I adore Eugene more than I ever imagined to. Anyway, here we go! The drama is coming...I think you all know what may be coming.

Chapter Nine: Pretty

“This, this could be yours.”

Sarai heard Negan’s voice after checking in on Naomi in the tub. She had only been soaking for ten minutes; she was in Epsom salt and vanilla oils to help her relax; Sarai thought this would help with whatever it was that caused her to freak out. She was hoping Negan would be gone, but was utterly frightened at the sound of his playful voice.

Walking out of his bedroom, she stepped towards the opened parlor doors and saw him with a small woman, about as tall as Naomi. If Sarai hadn’t just seen Naomi, she would’ve suspected it was her, up and walking. From behind, they looked the same, expect this woman had lighter color brown hair and it was tied up.

“Ah, ha!” Negan exclaimed happily upon seeing Sarai walk in, shutting the doors behind her. “There’s my number one.”

The woman turned and caught eyes with Sarai. Tina looked weak; Sarai wondered what it was with the sick girls. His new flavor of the week?

“Hey,” Sarai waved halfheartedly. “Uh, I thought you were out on a run?”

Negan walked over, smiling still, “Decided to skip it. You wouldn’t believe what I found,” he whispered the last bit with a smirk. “This here is Tina. Tina,” Negan turned back to the woman, “this is wife number one, Sarai.”

“Hello,” Tina swallowed. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same here,” Sarai felt her stomach knot; she suddenly felt nauseous. “Is she…is she new?”

Negan shrugged nonchalantly, “She hasn’t decided if she’d like to join you just yet, baby. Poor thing is ill and the medication is too much.”

Frowning, Sarai swallowed the vomit making its way up, “Well, I won’t be in your way. I have to clean up.”

As she began to head towards the Parlor bathroom, Negan snatched her arm easily, “Whoa! Whoa, where’s the fire?”

Sarai turned back and gave Negan a soft kiss, “I have hair to sweep up. I took care of Naomi like you asked.”

Negan grinned, praising her as he let her go, “Good girl! Where is the little thing?”

“Infirmary,” Sarai replied quickly, “she’s pretty worn out.”

“Hmm,” Negan rubbed his chin, “I guess I’ll check on her later. You,” he looked back at Tina, “and I need to get more acquainted. Follow me.”

Sarai watched as Tina and Negan left the Parlor and started off towards the right of the hallway, away from Negan’s bedroom. Sarai let out a deep breath as she began to clean up, hurrying to get back to Naomi before Negan found her.

•••

“Tell me about yourself,” Negan sat down in a beautiful purple plush love seat, across from the full bed that Tina sat at the edge of.

Tina felt nervous and nauseous, “There’s nothing much to tell,” she managed to say without stuttering.

“What did you do before the shit storm?” Negan leaned forward.

Tina noticed he looked less threatening without Lucille; who was sitting propped beside the chair; “I didn’t do much. I was a waitress…I was sick a lot…could barely work. I lived with Sherry and D.”

Negan hummed, “What do you downstairs?”

“I clean the mess hall,” she fiddled with her hands, “it’s a lot harder than I thought.”

Negan clicked his tongue against his teeth, “Sounds like my offer would be real fucking sweet for you, huh, darlin’?”

Looking down at her hands now, Tina stopped fiddling with them. The thought of being one of many to a man made her skin crawl, especially when that man was Negan. He was brutal and brash; unforgiving and scared her; she couldn’t imagine being with him, staying in the same room with him, and the idea of “marrying” such a tyrant made her want to vomit.

“So?” Negan swayed in the plush seat, smiling at her.

“Can I think about it?” Tina sputtered, “I need…I should talk to Sherry. She’s–she’s my sister, my best friend, I need her.”

His smile disappeared slowly, he only cocked an eyebrow, “You need her. What the fuck for?”

“She gives me my insulin, she knows how to inject it so it doesn’t hurt,” Tina murmured, feeling childish.

Negan hummed softly, smiling once again, “Of fucking course! I’ll give you three days,” he added, “get your shit in order.”

Tina gave a small nod, “Thank you, Negan.”

He stood up, making his way towards her, “It’s no trouble, honey,” leaning down, he planted his lips upon hers in a small kiss. “Let me take you back to work.”

••• Naomi sunk in Negan’s large steel bathtub, wondering how it had made its way into such a large factory. She wondered if he found it and put it in himself; she wouldn’t be surprised, Negan had such lavish furniture. He intrigued her, he was not like the Wolves, the total opposite of Bill, except he was a tough ruler.

She wondered then if he knew where her sister could be. Perhaps he knows where Rosie is, where she could possibly be. The idea seemed outrageous, but the world seemed to be so small, Rosie could be apart of the Saviors, or near by. With so few survivors, Rosie could be just yards away, she knew her sister would have survived.

Rosie was so tough, she could fight and take care of herself, she didn’t need anyone else. Rosie is alive, she thought happily, I know she is.

“Naomi?” Sarai entered the bathroom, “We have to go, sorry, Negan is here and he won’t be happy if he finds us in here.”

Naomi nodded and slowly stood, knees wobbly, but stronger. Sarai helped her wrap up in a towel and hurriedly dried her off, and then wrapped her hair in another towel. Naomi was unashamed as she let Sarai help her dress in new, cleaner pair of underwear and a sports bra; then in a white t-shirt and cotton gym shorts with a long forgotten high school logo on them.

“These are the only comfortable things we have, sorry,” Sarai mumbled as she helped Naomi into her chair.

Naomi only signed, Thank you

Sarai kept look out as she wheeled Naomi from Negan’s bedroom and then started down the hall, to the lift. As they waited for the lift to ascend, Sarai began to style Naomi’s hair, combing her newly cut bangs over the scar on her forehead. Once inside the lift, Sarai still combed her hair back with a small comb and then braided it back I a small braid and tied it.

“Are you feeling better?”

Naomi nodded slowly, grabbing her board to write: Thank you, I feel a lot better, I appreciate it

“Well, it’s not every day that Negan lets us out of the glass castle,” Sarai said with a bit of a snort. “I’m happy to help you,” she added sincerely. “That bath though, that’s between us.”

Naomi felt her lips turn up as she cleared her board and and then wrote back: Secret is safe with me. This meant more than just letting her into the bathroom of the big boss man.

As the lift stopped, Sarai opened the gate and then looked around, pushing Naomi when she saw the coast was clear. She moved quickly back to the infirmary and back to Carson, who was doing his own inventory. Naomi wasn’t excited to see him, having been around another female and made her comfortable, the thought of being alone with a man.

“Nice to see you back,” Carson smiled; Naomi looked at him and wondered if the action was painful.

“She’s all clean and pretty,” Sarai smiled back, “I’ll put her to bed.”

“She could actually use a bit of exercise,” Carson stood then, following behind as Sarai pushed her into the main recovery room. “Mind helping her walk a bit while I finish inventory?”

Sarai shrugged, “Sure. I’m sure Negan won’t be looking for me.”

Carson smiled, again, giving the same painful expression. He shut the door behind him after muttering a thanks. Sarai set Naomi in her chair next to her bed, “God, I’m surprised his face didn’t crack in two.”

Naomi smiled, her throat tightening as a small laugh bubbled up, but she held it in. Sarai helped Naomi into bed, watching her stretch her arms and then her legs.

“So we just walk around the room?” Sarai questioned as Naomi began to stand; she gave a nod. “Okay, you’re not gonna fall on me, are ya?” She teased.

Again Naomi smiled softly, shaking her head. She held out her arms and navigated Sarai’s hand and arm to help her walk; one around her waist, hand gripping her hip, as Naomi did the same to her body and together they began to walk across the room.

“This is pretty easy,” Sarai noted, “you’re getting stronger.”

Naomi nodded to her reply and continued on, feeling the muscles in her legs feeling tight, her knees feeling stronger. They walked around the room, as if they seemed to be waltzing to no music. It only last 20 minutes before Naomi signaled to the bed, where Sarai sat her back down.

“Feel okay?”

Naomi grabbed her board: I feel better, I can’t thank you enough

“I’m happy to help. Besides, we may be roomies one day,” Sarai winked.

Naomi let out a small breath and began to write again: I’m damaged goods, Negan won’t want me

Sarai frowned, wondering what she meant, “Naomi, I think Negan will be okay with whatever baggage you have. I told you, he loves women, and all he wants is to protect us. He may not love us, but he has some kind of affection for us…every woman here. He makes sure no man gets away with hurting us.”

Naomi’s mind had felt like it had been blown open. She blinked and then her brows furrowed. She didn’t understand completely. Wiping her board clean, she wrote: What do you mean?

Sarai sat in the wheelchair, directly across from Naomi, “One woman here was raped by one of Negan’s men…top ranked, and once Negan found out, seen her in here, being treated, he asked her who did it and when he heard, he went ballistic.”

Did he kill him?

Sarai nodded, “Bashed his head in with Lucille.”

Naomi suddenly felt relieved and a whole lot safer. She swallowed, and then took her board: What’s it like to be one of his wives?

Sarai smiled, shrugging lightly, “Well, it gets a bit boring, but we don’t have to work. We get first call on everything, we don’t have to go on runs, we don’t have points, we just take what we want.”

Would I have to sleep with Negan?

Shaking her head, Sarai filled Naomi with relief, “He never forces us to do anything we don’t want to do. Negan really is a great man once you’re alone with him. You’ll be happier with him…he’ll protect you.”

Sarai’s words really did fill Naomi with hope and a bit of excitement. She was still a bit afraid of suddenly becoming someone she just met’s wife. The thought of sex, the thought of being thrown around and held down made her heart rate pick up.

“He’ll be gentle with you,” Sarai added, her hand touching Naomi’s knee gently. “I…I seen the scars, I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, but I know Negan will make sure you’re never, ever taken and treated that way again. I promise.”

Naomi nodded, her hands lifting to sign, Thank you, I’ll think about it

Sarai chuckled, “I really need to learn that. When we become roomies, teach me, okay?”

Another giggle bubbled, but it stayed in her throat; Naomi nodded, smiling widely.

••• Kae’s stomach twisted once she reached the top floor of the Sanctuary. Negan owned the top two floors, and his was exclusively the top floor. She managed to rummage around and find a nice top and a clean pair of jeans before she went upstairs to meet Tanya.

As her foot steps echoed down the hall, she looked for the destined red double doors she was told where she’d find the wives and Negan himself. As she got closer to the doors, her heart began to beat faster and faster, her palms growing sweatier. Each step felt like it was sending her further back than forward, until she was just a foot away from the doors.

Letting out a deep exhale, she raised her fist and knocked three times. It took a few seconds before the doors opened and she was met with a brown skinned woman with thick curly hair. Sarai.

“Can I help you?” Sarai murmured with a raised brow.

“H-hi,” Kae cleared her throat, “Is Tanya–I’m here for Tanya…”

Sarai stepped back and let Kae in, “She’s here. Come on in.”

There was no need to explain herself, Kae could tell Sarai knew why she was here; why she was really there, at least. Kae expected to see Tanya and perhaps some clothes, but all she saw was Tanya leaning against a beautiful corner bar, pouring something in a glass.

“Hi Tanya,” Kae spoke up to gain her attention.

Tanya looked up and smiled, “Oh, great, you made it! Come over here.”

Kae looked around, admiring the room, then made her way to the bar. Tanya handed her a small glass full of a clear alcohol with a pink tint. “What is it?”

“Something an old wife invented with pink lemonade and vodka,” Tanya shrugged, “it’s pretty good, have some.”

Kae took a sip and made a face once the sourness hit her tongue and throat. She grimaced and set the glass down, “That’s sour!”

“Sorry,” Tanya chuckled, “it’s all Negan will let us have. He doesn’t like us to get sloppy.”

“So,” Kae looked around again, “uh, why am I here? Do I have to do something for the clothes?”

Tanya too looked around, noticing Sarai had gone; “Well, it’s just Sarai and I now,” she began, “and Negan is looking for a new wife. I was thinking, maybe you’d like to become one. You get first dibs on clothes and anything else the Saviors haul in.”

Kae’s brows rose, “So, you–you want me–you think I can become one of you?” Her tone was soft and in total shock; she hadn’t expected that.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Negan hates for us to spread what goes on around here. He just got rid of one wife…she’s back to washing floors, and he needs another beautiful woman.”

Kae frowned, unsure of what to say, “B-but me? Me? Are you–really?”

Tanya took Kae’s drink and down it herself, hissing after, “Yes. You’re pretty and you need things. I mean, you don’t have to become a wife, I just thought…you’d be perfect.”

It was an overwhelming feeling of surprise and flattery that made Kae’s heart shoot into her throat. She never expected to be a wife; all his wives had been thin and tall and pretty, borderline gorgeous, “Me?” She sputtered again.

Tanya hummed, smiling again, “Negan will like you. All you gotta do is be honest and you’ll be in. He loves women and you are his type.”

Before Kae could say another word, the Parlor doors opened loudly, and then shut louder. Kae had jumped at the sudden invasion and looked over, seeing the man himself. Negan.

“Well, what’s this?” Negan smirked, swinging Lucille at his side. “Slumber fuckin’ party?”

Tanya set the glass down and crossed the room, “Negan, I did as you told me and found a nice girl for you.”

Negan grinned down, his eyes focused down on Tanya, “Mm, that’s my good girl,” he kissed her forehead. He then looked up, eyes focusing on Kae.

“What’s your name, darlin’?” Negan walked over, setting Lucille down in a leather chair beside the bar.

Kae swallowed thickly, the aftertaste of sour lemon and vodka coated her tongue, “I’m Kayla, but I rather be called Kae, sir.”

Negan noticed her nervously shake and the sweat beginning to bead at the top of her forehead, “Don’t be scared, Kae,” her name sounded so sexual, she thought, as it fell from his lips.

“Sorry, I just…I haven’t properly met you, sir,” she stammered.

Negan chuckled, “Enough with the fuckin’ sir shit, okay? Just Negan will be fine,” he then leaned in close to her ear, “or daddy, but I prefer than in the bedroom.”

Kae’s stomach knotted, heat growing between her thighs, “O-o-okay.”

He leaned back, shaking his head approvingly at her, “You are quite a sight…mmm, my girl has a good eye!”

Kae blushed deeply, her entire face began to burn red.

“How old are you?” Negan questioned, taking her wrist and led her to the large, soft couch fitted in brown cotton.

“I’m 27,” she answered. “I think…I can’t remember how long it’s actually been. Could be 28.”

“What do you do down in the Sanctuary?”

“I work in the garden and in the kitchen,” she replied, “I pick and peel vegetables.”

“Do you have family?” He questioned next.

Kae shook her head, feeling vulnerable, “No. I lost them all before I got here.”

Negan exhaled, “Don’t get down on me now, darlin’,” he grabbed her chin gently with his gloved hand, “you happy workin’ down there?”

Kae shrugged, feeling hot and bothered once again; her family’s fate had disappeared in a flash, “Not particularly, but I do have many points.”

Negan grinned, letting her chin go, “Then why do you want to be one of my wives?”

“I wasn’t…” Kae paused and looked over at Tanya, who was sitting at the bar, busily reading now. Turning back to Negan, she continued on, “I wasn’t expecting to become your wife, Negan…I need clothes and Tanya said she could help.”

Negan’s lips turned down, nodding, “Do you want to be my wife, Kae?” He asked her in a deep tone of voice.

Kae licked her lips, nodding back slowly, “I do. Yes.”

“Well, I could never say no to such a pretty face,” he leaned forward and pecked her lips. “You, darling, will be happy here and you can have whatever you like.”

Butterflies swarmed Kae’s belly, “Are you sure?”

Negan gave a soft laugh, “Sure as shit, darling. Can’t pass up a pretty face and a hard workin’ woman who deserves more than she’s getting.”

Kae grinned, her heart thumping, “I don’t know what to say.”

Negan gripped her jaw, firm but gently, “Just say ‘I do’ and it’s all yours.”

With a small smile and pounding heart, Kae licked her lips again, “I do.”

@negans-network @dunne31 @haleyea @melodicdolls @miiraal @alyisdead 

Thank you all for coninuing to read! I love you all and appreciate everything! Any ideas, hit me up, I don’t mind, I would love to hear from you. I’m also thinking of doing one shots soon, I want to write more about Negan