quiet voices | n.

xiii. truth be told.

quiet voices. chapter twelve.
SUMMARY ; toby feels darcey forgetting him.

❝ it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time ❝
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DARCEY'S FACE scrunches up, as the palms of her hands pushed against something soft, her mind barely gaining conciseness. she furrowed her eyebrows as the corners of her eyes narrowed, staring down at the sleeping man underneath her, she had been laying on top of him as they slept, though she was the first to wake this time. she took a glance around the room, her attention landing on the small window she noticed the sun was only now starting to rise, it was still early. she rubbed the balls of her hands against her eyes, trying to rid of the sleepiness.

she had each of her legs on either sides of negan's waist, her legs folded with her knees digging into the mattress. she previously had the thick duvet up over her shoulders when she was asleep, but when she rose to a sitting position it slipped off, and was now bunched at her legs and waist. negan had both of his hands sitting on the tops of her thighs, his fingers light and relaxed since he was sleeping. darcey took this opportunity to analyze him, soaking in how much more delicate his features appeared, no angry jaw locking, or stressed brow crease. darcey couldn't help but smile to herself at the sight of his messy bedhead.

"stop staring at me, little girl."

negan's sudden rough voice made her jump a tad, not expecting to have heard that before she saw his eyes open. he stroked both the pads of his thumbs up and down the tops of her thighs to soothe her. his eyes remained closed though darcey now knew he was awake, and she wondered for how long he had been laying there full consciousness. she frowned down at him, her bottom lip pouting out.

"i-i wasn't.. i didn't kn-know you were awake-"

"shh, i was just teasin' ya. lay back down, it's still too fucking early." negan stops darcey before she could get herself all wound up and flustered. his hands roamed up her body to gently pull at her shoulders, trying to get her to lay back down on top of him. darcey followed his tug, and draped herself back down over him, her stomach pressed flat against his as she turned her cheek to rest it against his shoulder, she dug her face into the spot between his neck and the pillow under him.

"there's my sweet girl." he mumbles against her hair, turning his head, he kissed her ear, his arms wrapping around the middle of her body to hold her close. his one hand reached down to grab onto the duvet that fell off of her, and tugged it upwards to lay it over top of her, tucking against her body to assure she would stay warm, he brought it up over her shoulders, and held it there with his one hand to keep it in place. darcey was mere seconds from being lulled back to sleep, when suddenly there was a loud, pounding knock at the wooden door, causing the girl to flinch harder than ever as her hands flew up to grab at negan's shirt.

"jesus christ! what the fuck?!" the leader yelled as he moved darcey from off of him. the suddenly frightened girl backed up to press herself against the headboard of the bed, clutching the comforter up to her chin as she watched negan snatch onto lucille as he swung the door open, hoping whoever it was didn't have a gun, because surely a baseball bat wouldn't help him in that situation.

"simon what the fuck?!"

"i'm sorry boss, but there's a huge fight that just broke out, they brought the kid to carson. i wouldn't have woken you and sunshine up if it wasn't important." simon stops negan before he could scold him anymore, an expression of clear concern written all over his face. negan puffs out a heavy sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face as he moved to prop lucille back up against the wall it previously was. darcey frowned at simon's words, another fight? why did those keep happening, she was almost certain it was in the cafeteria again, they needed security in there.