quiet voices | n.

v. the leader.

quiet voices. chapter four.
SUMMARY ; negan was determined to have darcey quit looking at him like he was some sort of monster.

❝ if you hit me with words
you don't say it still hurts
so i'll hit you back by biting my tongue
and we'll have a war without any volume ❝
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NEGAN HAD been staring and studying the brunette who sat across from him for the last ten, quiet minutes. the two were back inside his bedroom, in the same positions as the last two times. darcey kept shifting and fidgeting uncomfortably, her eyes only being able to lock with the older man's for a few seconds before they averted to other objects in the room. her position on the chair changed every twenty seconds, she was visibly anxious as to why she was back there.

negan on the other hand, was itching to hear her voice. though no one had informed him of any information about the girl, he had a hitch that she wasn't always like this, her body language told him that. she moved a lot whenever she wanted to speak, but her mouth just wouldn't allow her to, or maybe it was her brain that wouldn't let the words flow. she was afraid of something, rather that was saying the wrong thing to land herself into trouble, or she truly was just that stubborn and wouldn't speak to negan, he wasn't sure yet. but one thing he was certain for, and that was something had to have happened to the girl to make her like this.

"tell me to fuck off."

darcey's face fell at his words, her previous anxious expression faltering to one of confusion. she wondered why he even thought of that, if she refused to even tell him her name, how on earth would she have the courage to say that to him? the girl shifted again, and negan continued.

"say you hate my fucking guts. tell me to screw off, say i'm an asshole," negan adds, shrugging a shoulder at the end. darcey stares at him with an emotionless expression, her eyes baring into him. it practically fascinated the leader just now quickly her expressions could change, it almost made up for her lack of words. "i know you got a smart little mouth," negan says as a small smirk forms on his face, his tongue poking against his cheek from the inside of his mouth. darcey looked at that, then trailed her eyes back up to his.

he was right, she did want to call him an asshole.

"you're fucking looking at me like a lost little puppy on the side of the road, i bet you're all bark, no bite." darcey wanted to roll her eyes at what he was doing. if he thought he could offend her into speaking to him, he was crazier than she originally thought. when the brunette remains silent, and her facial expression hadn't even changed in the slightest, negan puffs out a heavy sigh through his nose, his shoulders relaxing back against the large arm chair he was seated in. he folds his hands in his lap, eyes never leaving the girl in front of him. if he wasn't so intrigued he would've already blew his top, and leashed out from his frustration, but he doesn't feel that way towards darcey. it was like being presented with a litter of puppies, he's just taken a liking to this one with no particular reason, just a bunch of little ones that didn't quite make sense, he's just taken a shine to her.

darcey goes back to looking around the room when his stare makes her squirm again. though she was beginning to grow quite familiar with the bedroom, and that she surely did not like.

"alright, shit, whatever. you're sticking to your damn reputation, i can respect that," negan holds up both his hands in a lazy surrender motion. darcey rests back against the chair, pulling her knees up to her chest to plant her feet on the chair as well, her arms wrapping around her legs. "you talk to that boy though, right?" negan asks, referring to her childhood friend. darcey nods her head, and negan grinned, a smug expression crossing over his features.