Negan woke with a long, languid stretch of his limbs. His hands reached to the other side of the bed for the warm body of his wife, hoping to nestle his morning wood into the curve of her backside, but his grasping fingers were met with only air and silky sheets. He cracked open his eyes. The bed was empty. Shit.
He sat up, the bedding falling to his waist, his hands scrubbed the salt and pepper stubble on his chin before running through his hair. He scanned the room for Sunny but her small figure was nowhere to be seen. His brows knitted together, blood racing, before noticing the light that shone from under the bathroom door.
Grabbing his jeans from the floor, he pulled them on. Tugging the corner of the comforter, he made the bed. He may not be able to bounce a quarter of it, but it was good enough. He chose not to pick out an outfit, she probably wouldn't wear whatever he chose for her anyways in a fit of rebellion. She made it clear she was done with the rules and games they played.
He left the room to get the rest of his clothes from his closet in the office. He would let her cool off a little more. She was obviously still mad and needed some space if she had gotten up before him to hide.
Normally, he could just fuck her silly until she forgot what was bothering her. However, last night was the first night they hadn't had sex since she arrived. And this time it wouldn't be enough. He would have to talk to her. He prided himself on being more of a man of action. Typically, that action was either fighting or fucking. Communication had never been his strong suit.
Right now, however, he would do what he always did. He would make his morning rounds. Get the newest reports. Then bring Sunny her breakfast. Going through the motions would give him something to do to keep him from brooding on that closed door and the possible walls she was building between them.
"Fuck," he muttered as he locked the door behind him. He felt his mood souring. He didn't want to deal with anyone. He only wanted her and what kind of a pussy-whipped fool did that make him? Did he even care?
He half listened to the reports on any incidents that happened during the night. It was pretty quiet. A few walkers needed to be replaced on the wall. The remnants of one or two were no more than a snarling puddle having decomposed through the chains and poles that bound them. Not exactly the height of fucking security.
As he left his office, crowds of survivors knelt as he passed, heavy boots hitting the floor in the silence of their deference rang in his ears as never before. Their unkempt clothing a sign of their station in life. Ragamuffin children leaned into their mothers, hiding from his gaze.
The warning Sunny had given him, replayed in his mind. How long did they really have before the workers realized they didn't need the Saviors. Didn't need him? What would happen to them?
He knew what he would fucking do. He would grab Sunny and Lucille and high-tail it out of there as fucking fast as he could. They would live in her house without anyone ever knowing. The two of them and Sherry, he supposed, would live a comfortable life. It actually seemed like a dream now. But he would make sure there was no need. No uprising. No mutiny. He could keep this ship afloat. Hell, he was on his way to having a whole fucking armada of outposts and communities at his disposal.
Negan took a tray from the kitchen and made the trek back upstairs to their floor. Breakfast seemed to be some sort of oatmeal concoction with a few sad berries on top. If she didn't like it she could grab a peanut butter jelly sandwich from the fridge. Better than nothing, he thought. But not as good as she was eating at home. He shook that truth from his mind.
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Sunny Days
FanfictionThere's nothing left in this world that's not hidden and Negan just found some gems. Romance novelesque story. Negan finds something greater than anything scavenging has managed to dig up, a woman untainted by the world. Maybe the last woman on Eart...