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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

[Blake goes to find Negan and tries to figure out why he’s been keeping tings from her?]

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It took Blake ten minutes to find Negan, now walking alone down one of the darkened Sanctuary hallways.

He was bundled up, with a thick navy jacket thrown over his usual leather one, carrying Lucille in one hand, and Blake noted that Mia was absent from the other.

But knowing that the toddler was likely safe somewhere, Blake had far more pressing matters to corner him about.

"Peaches," grinned the dark-haired Saviour, glancing over her shoulder covertly for a moment, checking there was no one else around. "Can I jus' say, you look like one smokin' hot mamma, this afternoon-"

"Don't flirt with me, Negan," Blake snapped, coming to stop a mere breath away from him, looking stern and jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "Why didn't you tell me that people were getting sick, huh?"

Blake saw the smile falter from Negan's face.

"Darlin'-"

"No, Negan, I'm serious. I'm done with you keeping shit like this from me," she said angrily. "We're supposed to be a team here-"

"Yeah I know that," said Negan suddenly frowning himself. "But Carson was handlin' it."

Blake gave an enormous huff at his words, raising her hands in exasperation. "And what happens if this spreads? What if everyone gets sick? What if people start dying, Negan?"

But before the blonde could say another word, Negan had grasped both her wrists stopping her mid-gesture.

"If that shit happens, getting wound up about it ain't gonna help anyone!" he said stopping Blake in her tracks, her visibly calming before him. "We've got a damn doctor here an' that's more than most-"

But Blake shook her blonde head looking forlorn.

"I know but at some point were going to run out of meds and if that happens people won't want to stay here. There's only so loyal they can be when people start dying," she admitted, her shoulders slumping dejectedly. "You just should have told me is all."

Negan gave a long hearty sign, letting go of Blake's wrists.

"Sorry, Doll," the dark-haired Saviour exhaled, running a hand down his visibly exhausted face. "Jus' had a lot of shit on my mind lately and didn' wan' to offload any of that crap on you."

And for the first time today Blake looked at Negan. Really looked at him.

He looked almost a shadow of the man he had been just a few weeks ago.

Heavy purple bags lay beneath his eyes and Blake was almost certain his hair was flecked with a little more grey than normal.

His shoulders rolled forward and he looked strained. Like everything at the moment was really taking a hard toll on him.

"Negan, I'm here to help. Offload all you want," Blake said with a small shake of her head. "If I can't help, I won't, simple as that."

Negan gave a hefty sigh.

"I know Darl'. I guess I jus' didn' think that layin' all that shit on a pregnant gal was the gentlemanly thing to do."

Blake smirked at his response, one of her slender eyebrows raising up into her hairline.

"Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?" she teased, licking her lips.

At her words Negan seemed to relax a little, lifting his chin and grinning back at her.

There it was. That spark back within his gaze again.

"So where'd you ditch Mia this time?" Blake pressed as the pair soon fell into step with one another, making their way back toward the large dining hall, as Blake slipped her hand easily into his.

Negan gave a huff.

"With Frankie," he replied, gesturing before him with the hand now carrying Lucille. "Kid was fine one minute, an' the next, all hell breaks loose. She jus' starts bawlin' for no damn reason!"

Blake offered him a bemused look.

"Must have been a reason," the blonde poked. "I swear if you've been telling her any more of your stories-"

The dark-haired man certainly was keen on telling Mia all sorts of gory, boastful stories about his rise to the top during their walks. Never in Blake's presence of course, as he knew full well his balls would be on the line. But of course, every time Mia had nightmares about "monshters", the blonde was very aware it was likely down to Negan these days.

"Wasn' me, Darlin'!" Negan said loudly, leaning back on his legs as he looked at her. "Kid's been outta sorts all mornin'. Huffin' at me one minute like I wronged her in some fuckin' way. Then the next minute its all tears and wailin'. Kinda like her Mom-OUCH!-"

Negan winced as Blake dug him in the side of the ribs with her elbow.

"-alright, alright, cool it, Peaches, I was jus' kiddin' around."

But the blonde looked up to see the dark-haired fiend grinning back at her, and so gripping his hand ever-tighter, the tall pair headed around the corner, leaving the cold hallway behind them silent and empty once more.

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Just a short little chapter to tide you over! Hope that was ok!

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livingwellworld · 6 years

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annenyberg · 6 years

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Celebrated my mom's birthday at our place today. Girls gave her gifts based in talents - Emma drew pictured and Sara sang a verse of a song #birthday #homeadegifts #daughters #døtre #teenagekids #døtre #drawing #tegning #singing #synge (ved Bergen, Hordaland) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnPHEJFhIbT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14258qb6kly7y

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justreconsideringourlifecho-blog · 7 years

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what if the mannequin challenge was made up by the Illuminati to shut teenage kids up

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e1e4n0r5 · 7 years

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Kind of a short one, but here you go! 😀😀

You spent the next three weeks studying Simon’s ledgers, trying to find ways to make life easier for the people living at the Sanctuary. You worked closely with him in that time, too. You oversaw incoming deliveries, jotting down what came in, what was used, what was stored. If it went to the commissary, you wrote down how many points it was worth. A hairbrush was twenty points, a pair of shoes was sixty, and a box of tampons was one hundred points! How could people live this way?

You didn’t see any of the other wives at all in that time, which suited you just fine. But you did see Negan. During the first week of your sex strike, you hadn’t spoken to him much. He had four other women, after all. He wouldn’t be lonely. He would come up to you when you were with Simon, and ask for an update on how everything was going. It was going well, you’d reported, and you had some ideas on how to make things a little easier for people. He’d grinned proudly at you, offering to help you ‘celebrate’. You’d smiled and said, ‘your room then?’. He’d gritted his teeth at your blatant challenge, and walked off in a huff.

In the second week, you’d been surprised, but not shocked, to hear that Tammy had quit being a wife and joined the points system. You’d heard it from Negan, who’d come to your room one evening. He’d flopped down backwards onto your bed, his legs hanging off the side as he gave you the news.

You’d barely looked up from the incoming deliveries ledger in front of you. “Well, I’m not surprised,” you’d said distractedly. “I could see that she wasn’t handling everything very well. Did she explain why, exactly?”

Negan huffed. “Said she didn’t like the drama with the other wives. She did say that she didn’t like how the others treated you – especially Jade – but that she was always too afraid to say anything. She thought that ‘cos she was the newest, she should just keep her mouth shut.”

“And you? How did she feel about you?”

He groaned. “Said she felt like a whore, and she didn’t want to live that way, even if it meant slogging her guts out all day.”

You shrugged. “Well, credit to her, I say. She’s strong enough to do something about how she feels. Good for her.”

He was silent behind you. “You tryin’ to tell me somethin’, doll?”

You sighed, removing your reading glasses. They were large and round, quite masculine. The end of the world didn’t offer up much choice in corrective eyewear, but you made do. You and Negan actually had the same prescription, and would often share the pair between you.

You turn around on the stool of your vanity. You didn’t have a desk in your room, so you had to work at your vanity table. “No, Negan. I just meant that it was clear she was unhappy, and she did something about it. Good for her,” you repeated.

He stood up off the bed, walking over to you. “So, you been missin’ me, sweetheart?”

You knew that tone of voice. “Of course, I have,” you answered honestly. “You may be an asshole at times, but you’re an asshole with a big dick, who knows how to use it,” you joked.

He laughed, stroking your cheek lightly. “So, what do you say to a little…” he trailed off teasingly, nodding his head at the bed. Your bed.

You frowned. “Negan, you know the rules now. Your room, your bed. Not here.”

He groaned, that time in frustration. “Y/N, it doesn’t work that way!”

“Not in the past. But this is how it is now. Like it or lump it.”

“Well, what if I lump it?” he challenged.

You looked him over, giving a pointed stare at his obviously hard cock. “I don’t think you will.”

“What if I decide you’re not worth all this trouble you’re causing?”

You laughed, leaning back against the vanity on your elbows. You let your dress ride up just a little, crossing your legs delicately. “But we both know I am worth it.” You extended your leg, trailing the tips of your toes up Negan’s thigh, resting your foot gently over the tent in his trousers. “Aren’t I, Daddy?” you asked breathlessly.

Negan growled deeply, reaching down with one hand and pressing your foot to his cock, grinding against you a little. “Babydoll-”

“You want to take me to bed, Negan? Hmm? You want to fuck me?”

“God, yes, baby!”

You dropped your foot suddenly, making him lurch forward slightly. “Then you know where to do it,” you said coldly.

He closed his eyes, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Y/N, for fuck sake-”

“It’s really simple, Negan. I’m not being a cocktease for the sake of it – I want you to fuck me,” you clarified. You had to press your foot to his chest when he stepped forward. “But the only way that is going to happen, is if we go to your room. Simple.”

“The others don’t-”

“I don’t give a shit what the others do. This is between you and me. Them, you can fuck wherever, whenever, however you want. That’s their business. But with me, it’s got to be in your rooms. It’s the only way you’ll have me again.”

You took your foot off his chest, and nudged his hip. “Now, off you go. I have work to do.”

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laelaelaelae · 4 years

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Tomorrow... Christmas evening, will be the first time ever I will spend it without my teenagekid... I have the opportunity to have an amazing sex buddy, so, single, I asked him if he had anyrhing planned...

Nothing He replied....

As he is the kind to really makes me feel relax, I proposed him if he would enjoy spending a few days in a row with me while my kid will be away for four days ...

Of course He replied

I just wrote him things I wish I would love to do to him but never dared.... like slowly sitting on his laps , when He rolls a spliff, rubbing my sex very very slowly still my pantiies on ... really slow ...

As he is a really good roller, I hope it won’t take him fast to absorb my horny imagination.... carress my back, strech my panties playing gently with his fingers.. the spliff is done by then.

He puts it in front of my lips to breath the thing deeply while I feel some fingers entering me inside with great gentleness.. I smoke while he slowly fingers me

And without anytime his splendid cock pushes in , and out. I’m melting. He ´s teasing

Not for long as our breathing becomes low slow and fucking horny

Not for long for his hard sex to pound inside me wrapped by my warmth, boiling wet indeed ..

Moans , His, mine

What would You do?

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rozzhew · 3 years

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Hope this gives you some happy weekend vibes 😊 a #drawthisinyourstylechallenge by @kaylaharren #afriendlikeyoudrawthis #dtiys #teenagekids #drawthisinyourstyle #dtiyschallenge https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ3ZFpUpqzP/?utm_medium=tumblr

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lespositivevibes · 5 years

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Some days you just need to light incense, meditate and believe that everything is happening as it should. When your life doesn’t go according to your perceived plan you need to align and allow what is trying to make its way into your life. When we try to control things to the nth degree life has a way of just throwing all that in your face and saying hey have a wee look over here! We have all this amazing stuff for you if only you’d open your heart and mind and see what is here for you. For me, today hasn’t gone anywhere near what I’d planned but I’ve managed to see the positives and been able to see how much I’ve grown since last year. I’ve lit gorgeous incense, meditated and connected with my closest friends and know tomorrow is another day. What do you do when life unfolds in an un expected way? #plottwist #wtf #growthopportunity #mumlife #agingparents #teenagekids #iamknackered https://ift.tt/3bDxiiH

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neganandblake · 5 years

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hands, Peaches... Chapter 207 - Worry

Chapter 207 - Worry

[With a broken generator, Blake, Negan and the Saviours know they have a hard winter ahead.]

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Blake paled, clutching Mia tighter to her hip, as she stood up straight, moving quickly over to where Negan stood.

Their generator was broken and by the looks of it, the rest of their winter was going to be hard. Without power, heat or hot water the survival of the Sanctuary residents was going to be difficult, Blake knew that.

Since Eugene's stark announcement a murmur of voices was already steadily growing around them as lieutenants all shuffled about exchanging anxious look with one another.

She knew that once this got out to the other Saviours, the workers, the families, there was going to be nothing that could stop the ugly rumours and the worrying.

Blake knew she needed to help. Her position of power here at the Sanctuary had to mean something.

"We'll be fine," she said suddenly, in a loud voice, gazing around, not at Negan, but at everyone else standing in the bleak room. "It's gonna be hard, but we'll make it all work."

Everyone fell silent, looking to Blake now, Negan included, staring at her like she was the most precious thing to him, before giving a hard sniff and leaning back on his long legs, addressing the crowd too.

"Peaches here is right," he barked. "This shit is gonna be hard, but we are the Saviours. And we need to keep doin' what we've always done. We man the fuck up, we deal, and we come out the strong motherfuckers we always come out as."

Blake was almost certain she'd heard this speech before, but it of course was enough to sate the murmurs of the crowd all around them

"So, Eugene," Negan uttered again, taking a looming step into the portly man who was still stood before them in his long black coat. "You up for sharing exactly what it is we're lookin' for out there with Simon, Arat an' the boys?"

"I am," replied Eugene with a prompt nod.

"Alright then," said Negan gruffly. "The rest of you I want out there fetchin' supplies, blankets, coats, all of that shit. Oh an' some of you need to start boardin' up soma' those broken windows. Get this place sealed up."

The crowd all shuffled, nodding again at the dark-haired man.

"Well then alright, lets get the fuck to it before we all start freezin' our balls off in here," he commanded, gesturing with his hand for them to go.

And go they did, the rest of the room clearing away before their eyes

Blake remained by Negan's side, peering up at him as the last couple of people filtered out of the room.

"People are gonna get sick," Blake said in a worried voice.

Negan gave a sigh, dragging a hand down his tired-looking face. "I know, Darlin'."

He didn't say anything further and neither did Blake, for right now both adults knew just how all this was going to go down. Winter was harsh and even with Carson here, the likelihood of sickness was bound to rise. And with the Saviours living in such close proximity to one another, something like that was bound to spread quickly.

Mia in Blake's arms gave a whine, as the blonde shushed her gently again, pressing her lips to the tops of the toddler's dusty hair.

"I cowld," the baby girl murmured, turning her face towards Negan and chewing on her little fist.

Negan gave another huff at this, reaching over and smoothing his large hand over Mia's soft hair.

"You an' her need to get somewhere warm, Peaches," he said seriously. "It's gonna be dark before we know it an' I don' wan' the pair of you traipsin' up an' down those stairs after sundown."

"I need to go see the workers first. They're going to be panicking-" began Blake, but Negan cut her off sternly.

"No, Peaches. An' I mean it this time," said Negan standing up straight and glaring down at her, his dark eyes burning with love and concern for her. "You can go see them an' settle their damn nerves tomorrow, but tonight I need you to go back to our room an' stay warm. We clear?"

Blake knew that she would normally have scoffed at Negan's commands, but right now, maybe it was to do with the small life she had growing inside her, but she didn't really feel like arguing.

So much to Negan's obvious surprise, Blake closed her mouth, giving a nod in return and replying.

"Ok. Just for tonight."

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By the time Negan strolled in through the door to his and Blake's room a few hours later, looking harassed, the temperature had dropped at least four or five degrees.

Normally, Blake suspected that she wouldn't have noticed the slight drop in temperature as darkness fell. But now, she could feel the icy wind that seemed to blast out from beneath the doors, creeping into the bones of, likely, every person in the Sanctuary.

Mia was already tucked up in their king size bed asleep, with an extra fleecy blanket thrown over the covers just in case.

Blake knew that she was lucky. Being with Negan meant that they had an abundance of everything up here. A gas lamp, extra blankets, winter clothes in her and Mia's closet…

Blake knew that she and the toddler would be safe and looked after no matter what, but it was the others at the Sanctuary she was concerned about. Those who worked for points. Those who toiled hard to earn just a small portion of what she had had given to her.

The blonde woman, who was sat on one of Negan's large leather couches, legs tucked up beneath her staring out at the darkened sky though the window, turned to look at the dark-haired man as he entered their room.

"How is everyone?" she asked in a quiet voice, as Negan tossed Lucille down onto the sideboard and glanced over at Mia sleeping soundly in their bed.

"Cold….and pretty goddamn nervous," he sighed, running hand down his exhausted-looking features.

Blake chewed on her lip as Negan moved over and slumped down into the seat beside her on the couch.

"It's only gonna get worse," Blake mused in a quiet tone as Negan looked her way.

He was silent for a long moment, sighing again.

"C'mere," he finally murmured placing an arm around Blake's shoulders and tugging her body close to his.

The blonde cuddled herself into him, tucking her face into Negan's tanned neck.

She didn't want to think about what would happen if a part for the generator wasn't found. Could they survive the winter? Longer even than that?

What would happen if the place eventually became uninhabitable?

There were now hundreds of Saviours. Where would they find a place with heat and power big enough to house them all?

But that wasn't the only thing worrying Blake and she knew it had likely crossed Negan's mind too.

What if the other camps- Alexandria, the Hilltop and the Kingdom, found out about this? It would certainly mean that the Sanctuary's defences would be down and it could be seen as an easy target.

All Blake knew now, was that they all needed to stick together.

They all needed to survive, to stay strong, just like Negan had said.

For if they didn't, Blake knew that this could be the end to the Sanctuary as they knew it.

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Sorry this was short. Been busy with my new job so struggling to find time to write/upload. Hope you are all still enjoying it.

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livingwellworld · 6 years

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baparadipinguer · 7 years

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#teenagekid #longboard #firststeps 😎🏂 (en Coyoacan, Mexico)

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e1e4n0r5 · 7 years

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Sorry this took so long! 😘😘

“Hot diggity dog!” Negan exclaims happily as he looks over Alexandria. You had all moved just inside the town’s gate, and you watch your husband with crossed arms. “This place is magnificent! An embarrassment of riches, as they say,” he chuckles. He turns to Rick, “Yes sir, I believe you are going to have plenty to offer up.”

You see your former leader is struggling to keep a hold of himself. Rick turns to Daryl.

“Daryl-”

“No,” Negan cuts in firmly. He turns back around from overlooking the town, and stands between Rick and Daryl, staring down the town’s leader. “Nope,” he repeats. “He’s the help. You don’t look at him, you don’t talk to him, and I don’t make you chop anythin’ offa him.”

Rick looks away, fighting with himself.

“Same goes for everyone,” Negan adds, looking around the group.

You stay silent, knowing you can’t diffuse the situation just yet. Negan is having too much fun with this, and short of offering him sex, nothing will distract him.

You watch as he leans into Rosita, clearly making her uncomfortable. “Right?” he whispers.

Rosita’s lips tremble as she too fights to keep herself quiet. It’s a tense few seconds, but she eventually steps away from him. When she does, Negan balls his fists and shakes his arms like an excited toddler. He lets out an aroused huff, heading back over to Rick.

“Whole lotta suspense there. I don’t think she even knew how much!”

“I did,” you quip, feeling that you can now pull Negan’s attention away from Rick’s group.

He looks back to you. “Oh, I’m sorry, darlin’! I’m not gonna neglect you, I promise.” He walks over to you, puts his hand on the small of your back again, and kisses your temple.

“Can we just get started?” you ask quietly, hating how his kiss made you feel, even as your friends watch in disgust as Negan tenderly rubs his hand up your arm.

“Sure thing, doll.” He turns to Rick, “Let’s see what goodies you got in the cupboard.”

Rick offers up, “We set aside half the supplies-”

Negan shakes his head and interrupts, “No, Rick, no. You don’t decide what we take… I do. Arat,” he calls to the woman.

She steps forward, giving the signal to the Saviours. “You heard the man. Move out!” They all head off into the town.

“They’re just gonna search the houses a bit,” Negan says to Rick, as if to reassure him. “Keep the process movin’.” He turns to you. “So, what do you want to do today, darlin’?”

You stare back at him in disbelief. What did you want…? “I’m going to my house, to get some of my clothes. There’s not a lot at the Sanctuary in the maternity section,” you bristle.

Negan hums. “Let’s go, then.” He takes your hand, not seeing your soft glare as he looks over his shoulders at Rick. “You gonna show me around or what?”

It takes every ounce of Rick’s strength to step forward.

Negan holds your hand as you walk through the town, Rick and Daryl following silently. Saviours are moving in and out of people’s houses, putting everything they find out on the sidewalks, probably determining what they’ll take and what they’ll leave behind.

“See this?” Negan says. “This is the kind of thing that just tickles my balls! A little cooperation and everything is pleasant as punch. You see, Rick, we really are reasonable people once you get to know us. Honest.”

He spies a cooler on the ground a few feet away. He lets go of your hand long enough to walk over to it, open it up and pull out a can of soda. He cracks it open, and offers it to you. You were thirsty, and the day was already getting hot. You take the can and have a long drink, then hand it back to Negan. He drains the can, and tosses it to the ground without a care. Of course he does…

“Damn, I love this place!”

“Negan.” A Saviour comes over to you all, a video camera in hand. He offers it to Negan. “Something you might want to see.”

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-deaky!” You roll your eyes at him, then watch as some Saviours carry a mattress out of Aaron and Eric’s house. You frown. Why were they taking mattresses? You don’t need any at the Sanctuary.

“Holy shit!” Negan exclaims. “Is that you?”

You turn your head back, wondering if he’s talking to you. But he isn’t. You glance over at the video camera, and see that it’s Deanna’s interview with Rick. Your mind flashes back to arriving at Alexandria with Rick’s group. Only 2 months ago…

“That you, Rick, underneath all that man-bush? Shi-it! I would not have messed with that guy!” He takes a few steps back, lifting the camera and pointing it at Rick. “But that’s not you anymore, is it?” He taunts. He turns the camera on himself, “Nope!”

He turns the camera off, handing it back to the Saviour. “We’ll take that with us. Might have our own little freaky-deaky show,” he winks at you. You roll your eyes again.

“Whatever happened to that sick girl?” You and Rick both look at him. Why does he want to know about Maggie…? “That seemed like a hell of a stressful night for her. Carryin’ on like that… She was married to Number Two, right?” Rick lifts his head and glares at Negan, hard enough for the other man to threaten, “Careful. Careful how you’re lookin’ at me, Rick…”

Rick lowers his head again, shifting a little.

“Widows, especially ones that look like that,” he lets out a breath, “They are special. I love ‘em. Right after their husbands go, they are just empty inside. But usually not for long,” he teases in a sing-song voice.

You scoff in disgust, folding your arms and turning away from him a little. Negan just laughs.

“Where is she,” he asks. “I would love to see her.”

“Would you care to pay your respects?”

Negan shouts, “Holy crap!” Everyone turns around to see Father Gabriel standing a few feet away. “You are creepy as shit, sneakin’ up on me, wearin’ that collar and that freaky-ass smile.”

“My apologies. I’m Father Gabriel.”

Negan looks to Rick. “She didn’t make it?”

You look to Rick, too. Not Maggie… Please not Maggie. But Rick shakes his head, looking down at the ground. A gasp escapes you, and you have to take some deep breaths. You’ve always liked Maggie. She was strong and stubborn, a little like yourself. You were the only one she’d told about her and Glenn trying for a baby, before she’d gotten pregnant. The two of you always made jokes about your two babies getting married one day, and having super-awesome grandchildren.

Father Gabriel leads you all around to the back of the church, and stands by a fresh grave. There’s no grave marker on it, but it’s fresh.

“Damn tragedy,” Negan says as he looks down at the earth. “That’s what this is.” He puts his hands in his pockets and sighs. “Boy, this must really suck for you guys. Number One?” he means Abraham. “That was on me. No choice there, lessons had to be learned. But Number Two?” Glenn. “That didn’t need to happen. Daryl, there, he forced my hand. Probably put her right on her back, too… Damn. I was gonna ask her to come back with me.”

You and Rick both look at him in disbelief. Seriously?!

He laughs at Rick’s face, he doesn’t see yours. “I know what you’re thinkin’. How could I have a shot, guy who just bashed her husband’s head in?” He laughs. “You’d be surprised. Boy, people, they-”

A gunshot close-by cuts through the air. You, Rick and Daryl all look for the source of the sound, and your heart begins to race. It sounded like it came from the infirmary. Who would be shooting in there?

You look back to Negan, but he just stares down at Rick, anger clear on his face. He heads off towards the gunshot.

“Negan,” you call after him, already hurrying after him with Rick. “Negan, wait!”

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