negan fic;; sex, major age gap, smoking, sexual violence etc.
"sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette
won't you quit your crying? i can't sleep
one minute i'm a little sweetheart
and next minute you are an absolute creep"
- obsessions//marin...
XXIX - still sane : lorde - "i'm little but i'm comin' for you"
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after my rough morning i need some relief.
my hangover eased off after my unfortunate vomiting episode. which i cleaned up myself, insisting i couldn't handle the embarrassment of another saviour doing the disgusting work for me.
i politely requested space from negan for the rest of the day. and surprisingly, he obliged. so i decide i want to spend the day in the gardens.
watching the farmers pick tomatoes and carrots, reading, and writing poetry in the sun. it might be one of my favourite pastimes here.
i step out of the building and into the heat outdoors. giving sheepish smiles to the saviours i pass. everyone out here is always cheerier than your average sanctuary worker, it's a sought after job, plus the fresh air does the mind good.
in the corner of the yard a group is gathering. workers congregating in a circle.
i set myself down on the ground, placing my notebook and pen beside me. leaning back against the concrete wall, i'm half in shade, with my legs lay in the heat.
cicadas chirp busily and birds screech in the skies. it's hard to forget that nature still moves around us.
i raise my hand to the sky and let the light from the hot sun dance between my fingers.
my eyes are drawn back to the gang. a few of them shift where they stand, revealing dulcie at the centre of it all.
curious, i keep watch for a minute. it all seems innocent, until heads begin to turn, and the focus is on me.
on my feet once again, i march towards the girl. the surrounding saviours disperse. creating a path leading right to her.
"what's going on?" i decide to skip introductions.
dulcie smiles. a brilliant, shiny, sickening smile. "billie, so lovely to see you again!"
"as i was saying," she continues, turning back to address her captive audience "we went all night long, and let me tell you, i have not felt that good in a while."
my hand clenches to a fist. "what did you say?"
she takes a step closer to me. i watch smiles creep onto the faces of those stood around. they're gunning for a fight. it's sadistic.
"that face he pulls, when he finishes, you know the one. isn't it just adorable?"
i swing without a thought. my knuckles meet her cheekbone, my ring tearing her perfect skin.
"fuck, you, fucking, fuck" i yell.
her ankles give way and she tumbles to the ground. her hands grabbing at my shirt, taking me with her.
resting on top of her, straddling her sides, i punch again and she spits a little blood. her limbs fly to my head. pain shoots through my skull as she tugs at my hair. fists of it balled up in her hands. whilst i attempt to untangle her grip on me, she moves quickly; jerks upwards, taking me by surprise, and slams her head into mine.
i curse in pain. scorching with rage. only seeing red now. i land a few more blows to her torso before i'm lifted from her body by the neck of my shirt.
"get off-" my objections are cut short by the arrival of negan.
simon releases me so as to kneel to the man.
"don't stop on my account,"
he leans back on his heels, twirling lucille, as if the whole thing is rather entertaining to him.
"i had my fingers crossed for a little bit of freaky deaky there!"
like a cheshire cat, he beams. a simple gesture to simon, and the saviour rises from his knees and goes to peel dulcie from the gravel.
she's dragged out of sight and into the sanctuary. to the infirmary, i presume.
"look at my dirty girl,"
he makes a nod to my appearance. my hair is matted and tangled, and i'm sure i'd felt a drop of blood drip from my nose.
negan licks his lips.
"lucille has got some competition!" he strokes the dreadful bat. the wood still stained a dark red from dried blood.
people are still staring. avoiding the leader's eye contact, but staring none the less.
"this shit ain't gonna farm itself now is it?" he airs the rhetorical question.
the workers scuffle back to their posts. the whispers come to silence, as the atmosphere of violence lulls and dissipates.
leather clad and perfumed in smoke, negan steps forwards and pulls me in by the waist. connecting our bodies.
"you good darlin'?" he whispers.
my face aches, but i manage to smile up at him. he lifts hand to cup my face. he is warm and comforting and gentle. and this time i don't flinch at his touch.
