Negan x reader

pt. 14

For my fellow bi desisters

Reader pov

After our walk yesterday Negan spent the rest of the night with me like he said he would. Not gonna lie I felt pretty happy just hanging out with him. We talked the whole night long. Mostly him asking me about my life before everything. I told him about my grandparents, mom, and the cat I had as a kid. When it got late he gave me the bed and said he would sleep on the couch. Well I couldn't sleep by myself so I kinda dragged him to bed with me. He held me so close! We fell asleep just cuddling!

When the morning came Negan had to go and check on things around the compound. So he got out of bed, got dressed, and left me with a kiss on the head. I had gotten started looking for some new clothes and found one of Negans shirts. He shouldn't mind too much. I put the white shirt on and a pair of my jeans. Used a belt to tie it all together and I styled my hair. I slipped on my shoes and just kind of hung out in the room.

That's where you find me, laying on the floor, bored.  My mind wondered to the women I met the first time I came here. They were so nice. I wonder what I could do to make it up to them. I started looking through my bags to see if I had anything to put together for a gift. That's when I remembered how my grandpa tought me to make fruit wine! It would be easier if I had a jug of some sort. Hmmmm. A light bulb could have appeared above my head when it clicked in my brain. Grandpa kept plenty of wine in the basement back home. Only issue now is how the hell do I get back home. I took a deep breath might as well just ask Negan for a truck. Just for a few minutes. Getting up off the floor I went to the door. A man stood there. "Could you take me to Negan please?" He nodded and lead me to the big hall area where Negan stood talking to Dwight. "Excuse me." I tap his shoulder and he turns to me. "Hey darling, what are you doing out?" He looks at my outfit and blinks. "Is that my shirt?" "Not important. I would like to borrow one of the trucks, or a bike, preferably a truck." Negan looked at Dwight then back the me then back to Dwight and me one last time. "You want to borrow one of my trucks?" "Yes, I need something that's at home." "And why can't I just give you a ride? Do you even know how to drive?" Negan chuckles asking me. "My papa tought me to drive his old pickup truck. Should be like riding a bike. And its a surprise." Negan looks over at the burned man next to him again. "Theres no changing your mind hu?" "Nope." "Well you did manage to ask someone for help to see me. And ask me for a truck, you're getting better. Dwight has to go with you. He can drive you." I nod and smile. "Thank you." I took Negan's hand and kissed the back of it. He starts to smirk but shakes it off and motions for Dwight to take me to a truck. The two of us walk off and I wave bye to Negan. "You're going to have to help me with directions." Dwight mentions as we get into a truck. "Oh yeah no problem. Hope you don't mind a quiet ride though, I'm really fighting an internal panic attack right now." I put on a big smile and he nods.

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We pulled up into my driveway and I felt a wave of joy. "You can just hang out in here, I just need to grab a few quick things. Won't take me more than a few minutes." Dwight nods and I run to the house. I say hello to my walkers on my way in and see the duck waddling around by the tub. The cow is sleeping in the shade and I smile. Reaching the door I walk into the house. The smell of home filled my lungs. "Sorry, it's only a quick visit." I whisper to myself. I go over to a cupboard and grab a flash light. Luckily it worked. Walking over to the basement door I feel a wave of anxiety. I had always hated the basement. It was always cold and dark. I hated the dark as a child. My hand clasps the handle and I turn it gently. Using the flashlight I find the light switch at the head of the stairs. The light was dim but visible. I took careful steps as I walked down. Finally reaching the final step I look around with my flash light for a case of the strawberry wine. The hairs on my back of my neck where standing at attention. "You're doing this as a gift. You're doing this as a gift." I repeat over and over again until I find one of papa's crates. It was labeled with grandma's cursive handwriting. 'Sweet spirits' and a picture of a strawberries and apples that the three of us worked on.

"Hey papa, how long does this stuff stay good?" I ask doodling a strawberry on some paper. "Well we gotta let it sit for a year first." "A year?! For Juice?!" It blows my mind and my grandparents laugh. "It's wine, not just juice. When its ready you can have a small taste." My grandma smiles and hugs me from the side.  "Okay." I smile.

The memory fades out and I wipe a tear from my face. It had to have been a few years since then. I was grown now. . . I put the flash light in my mouth and reach to grab the case. A spider crawls out as I flip my hand away. "Nope!" I exclaim and jump away. The spider crawls onto the floor and scuttles away. "I'm not doing that." I speed walk back up the stares and run to the truck. Dwight was standing out side it. "Hey I need your help!" He comes over to me and asks what I need. "I need you to grab the crate for me, I can't with the flash light." I smile nervously. "And there's spiders." I mumble under my breath as Dwighr walks into the house.

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After we put the case of bottles in the truck i grabbed a bunch of wine glasses and put them in a basket with cloth before putting everything in the truck and heading back to the sanctuary. "So what's in the crate?" Dwight asks as we pull up to the gates. "Oh, its wine." I smile after the quiet ride. He nods and we park. I grab the crate and basket and thank him for the help. "No problem." He says and we part ways. Fuck this is heavy. I carry everything to the door where the man that guarded my room before stood. "Little help?" He grabbed the crate and I thanked him. "Could you take me to that room with the women?" The man nods and we walk into the building. I follow the man up and around till we arrive at a door. I open it since his hands were full and smile shyly seeing the women. "Hey, you're back." The Sherry woman says welcoming me in.

The man who was helping me places the case down on the grown. "If you don't need anything else, I'll go tell Negan your back." I nod and he leaves. "Whats that?" Sherry asks. "Oh! Well, you all were so nice to me during my panic attack. Even though you don't even know me. And I was just thrown in here. And I don't know any of you." "Kid." "Yes? Oh right! Its a present for all of you!" I put the glasses basket of glasses on a chair and the women gather around. I felt kind of nervous being around a bunch of pretty women. I opened the crate and showed them all the bottles. "Theres Apple, Pomegranate, Cherry, and Strawberry! It's wine!" I exclaim with a smile. Sherry looks at me and smiles. My heart flutters. "Thank you so much (y/n). We'd love to try it." An other girl joins in."But only if you have some with us. We gotta stick together!" The girl had dark skin and curly hair and made my heart flutter even more. "Oh no, you guys can go ahead." "Come on, pleeaassee?" Sherry asks holding my hand. "Well I don't know." The other girl takes my free hand and the two ask again. I blush and nod. "Oh-okay!" I take out a cork screw out of the backet with the glasses and we open up a bottle. Filling glasses we all cheers politely and I take a sip. It was actually delicious. What could go wrong?