quiet voices | n.

xii. the others.

quiet voices. chapter eleven.
SUMMARY ; darcey's still afraid of him.

❝ dear lord when i get to heaven
please let me bring my man ❝
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DARCEY FOLLOWS the leader into his bedroom, slowly and nervously trailing behind him. she isn't too sure what they're going to do now for the rest of the night, it was still early evening time, and she didn't even get the chance to say goodnight to toby, she just left with negan because she was uncomfortable at the time. she frowned to herself at the thought, her fingers beginning to fidget with each other as her eyes averted to the ground, clearly lost in thought, and feeling an immerse amount of guilt towards leaving him by himself.

"hey, sweetheart.. what the hell is that face for? did something fucking happen?" negan was up and on his feet heading towards her before she could even realize. darcey tilts her head back a bit as he stopped to stand so close in front of her she had to to make eye contact with him, the girl doesn't respond, she flickers her eyes to a random object in the room after a short second, quickly deciding she didn't want to look at his concerned face right now, she still didn't understand why he cared so much.

"not uh, i've told you already, in this room you use your fucking words with me, i don't care if you stutter, or if it takes you a damn hour to get it all out. talk to me, sugar," negan leans his head down to press his forehead against hers, practically forcing the girl to look at him. darcey swallows hard, her whole body going stiff at the sudden close proximity of him. she wonders if he would help a little in getting toby a better job, but she doesn't want to seem like she's taking adventure of him being the leader, she wouldn't want him to think she was starting to demand things, because that was the furthest thing from the truth.

"you're thinking, baby. what's the matter? c'mon, tell me what that pretty little head of yours is wondering."

"t-toby, i think he sh-should have a better job..." darcey's quiet, timid voice trails off, as her hands started to play with the zipper of his jacket, her eyes flickering down to that, it was something to keep her distracted. negan furrows his eyebrows, watching her delicate facial features seem to look sick with nerves. he wanted to get rid of that so badly, she was still nervous to talk to him. negan rubs a hand up over her back, his attempt to calm her, but she just seemed to stiffen more.

truthfully, negan couldn't have cared less about the kid, he's barely spoken to him. but he cared about darcey, and he was important to her, so therefore it suddenly became a topic that mattered to him too. if doing this meant darcey would see he only had good intentions, and whenever she asked for something it was hers, then he would do it. if it meant she would feel more comfortable with him, he would bend the rules for a boy he couldn't even remember the name of. scared that he suddenly might've thought differently of her, darcey quickly tried to get her mouth moving again.

"i-i'm not trying t-to be bo-bossy.. but he s-seems upset, a-and i don't, i th-think, i-i don't want hi-him to feel li-like that," darcey trips over her words more so than usual, her fingernails starting to scratch at the insides of her palms as she lost control of her voice. negan brought both of his hands up to cradle her face in between them, either of his hands going to each of her cheeks, he then pressed his lips to her forehead, letting his mouth linger for a moment. negan couldn't believe that darcey was so worried to ask for such a simple favour, something so small that people who didn't mean anything to negan had the nerve to ask him for more than that. she was truly the sweetest thing he's ever came into contact with.