quiet voices | n.

xvi. the saviours.

quiet voices. chapter fifteen.
SUMMARY ; darcey never had a solid friend group, but she never would've thought her first one would've been filled with adults at least twice her age.

❝ you could be my sanity, bring me peace
sing me to sleep
say you'll be my nightingale ❝
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THE REST of the week went by fairly quiet, there weren't anymore fights in the commissary at least. a couple of times negan's hand would find its way inside her pants, usually at night, but once in his office in the middle of the day, she'd known something was up when he asked her to sit with him. she liked it all though, and negan would let her touch him too, in his office she'd been between his legs, and when she darted her tongue out to lick him he must not have been expecting it judging by the way his leg shot up and his thigh hit the bottom of his desk. he never pushed her for more than touching though.

right now he was in a meeting, and darcey was jotting down anything important that was actually said. she sat next to negan, one leg tucked under her on the chair, simon was on her other side. really the meetings were always a lot of cursing, some sex talk, and she always had to filter through it for the things negan would need to remember later. he didn't need to know that a girl in the laundry let gavin stick it in her butt. he did need to remember that the laundry workers were going to need the dryers maintenanced, since in two months or so it'd be too cold to hang the clothes outside or otherwise.

he never talked about her though. when the men talked about their conquests he never said anything about what they did, and darcey was secretly pleased with him because of that. she was grateful he wasn't letting them in on their private time. though he had given her a rather dirty wink when one of the men mentioned basically humping his girl when they were too hot to get their clothes off.

"alright, now about that shit at the beginning of the week? any more civil unrest?" negan asked, getting down to more business. he'd noticed darcey started to draw spirals along the top of the page, a for sure sign she was bored out of her mind.

"i haven't noticed any more than usual," timmy shrugged.

"yeah, that's because everyone already bitches about you except your little dick brigade," one of the saviours joked, and negan laughed as he scrubbed his hand over his face. "joey, you're running around with more of the masses, how do things seem?"

"i don't know boss, a lot of people are quieter around me. same with the other people guarding the doors, or checkpoints," joey shrugged from further down the table. negan had become more and more civil towards him, he suspected because of darcey who was still left in his charge from time to time, at least now he knew who to keep her away from. negan frowned. "quieter how? just not up to chatting, or all the chatting stops when you guys come in the room?"

"the... second one," joey tried to break it lightly.

negan scowled. "some shits are up to fucking something... i want everyone keeping an eye out." darcey kept her head down as she wrote this information down. she didn't want to say it, she couldn't in front of all of the saviors, but she was worried it was her father's doing. it was something that he didn't try to take down rowen, or maybe her uncle was in on it, who was she kidding her father was going to let rowen do the hard work and then he'd take it all from him. she was going to have to tell negan. frowning, she looked over at the leader, only to realize he was already looking at her. he knew, she just didn't know what he was going to do with this information that he knew.