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...
XXXI - beautiful boy : john lennon - "the monster's gone, he's on the run, and your daddy's here"
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i wiggle my feet up on the dash. we're not in the trucks today. just a couple of cars.
our people are moving farther out of the sanctuary's vicinity, on the search for rick and his group. i'm not thrilled to be part of it, but negan ordered me along for the ride.
he drums his fingers along to the beat of the music sounding fuzzily from the old car's tape player.
"just an hour or so left", he places a hand on my thigh and strokes his thumb back and forth across my bare legs.
my eyes roll dramatically as i whine back at him, "you said that an hour or so ago!"
he chuckles.
we've made three stops today. the first was a dirt track jutting off from the main road. we drove past and noticed a camper van parked in the shrubbery.
one of the cars trailing behind thought it might be a lead and radioed it in. it wasn't. just two poor souls who had taken the easy way out. positioned like a happy couple sat round the breakfast table.
the second, and third, were trails of walkers shot down in their tracks. arrows left stuck in the brains of bodies littering the floor of the woods. the trails both died out after a few miles. if rick's people had been there, they had made it out alive.
the evening is closing in on us now. the sun has hidden behind a block of clouds to start it's decent. the sky is getting darker.
negan sticks his hand out the window and twirls his wrist. giving the signal for turning. he tells me that we'll take a different route home. that we'll cover more untraveled ground as we work our way back.
i rest my arm on the car door. placing my chin on top and scanning our surroundings.
"i spy, with my little eye"
negan breaks into laughter, moving his hand from me.
"really kid?" i can hear that he's speaking through a smile.
"i spy, with my little eye" i repeat, stubbornly, "something beginning with, R"
"road!" he shouts triumphantly.
"nope" surely he doesn't think i'd make it that easy for him?
