Sunny sat on the sofa in her room, a blanket draped across her lap. She turned the page of the novel she read, marveling in the sophisticated societal structures of the Regency Era. Would any level of civilization exist again? Would there come a time when survival was not the only focus of everyone's lives?
She rubbed the slight curve of her stomach. Her pants still fit but just barely. Soon she would have to start wearing the maternity jeans Negan had found for her. One thing at a time, Sunny. Don't think about anything but today. There was nothing she could control but what was in this room. Everything outside it was variabled, dangerous. It was better to stay here where things were safe.
She knew now that Negan had been right. She was safe in her ivory tower. She should be content. She did her best to ignore the growing restlessness she felt railing against her own complacency.
She was exhausted and sick for the first month after she returned. It was easy to let herself be babied after facing the realities of the world and of the consequences of her actions. Once she was feeling better, he had offered her the freedom she had so fiercely fought for, but did she really want to face people? Would they judge her if they knew who she was? Would they treat her differently? Would they hate her? How could she ever make genuine friends here?
Negan walked into the room. He saw his wife snuggled into the corner of the couch. Where he always found her. He was worried about her. She had been quiet, submissive even, since she returned. She greeted him with open arms every evening. Their sex life improved once the morning sickness eased, and she was now insatiable. Everything he thought he had wanted. But he missed her spirit.
She hadn't asked for a job. Hadn't argued or hinted at wanting more than the small corner of the world he had carved out for her. There was only one thing she asked for since coming home.
He'd come home to find her curled up, watching a movie. She smiled when he entered the room but it didn't reach her eyes. He knew something was on her mind and asked her what she was thinking of.
"Well, I was just wondering," she said, hesitantly, "if the next time you went to check on Sherry if you could grab my Sesame Street DVDs?"
"I don't think muppets are high on the list of things we need, sugar." He could see her shoulders sag. She wasn't going to try to get her way. She was just going to accept his judgment. "Why?" he asked.
"I thought it would be good for the baby. For education, but also to see what the world was like before. I loved it when I was a kid. So much I bought it for possible future offspring. I used to think the theme song was my song and they sang it just for me. But it's okay, we don't need it. Not really. There are more important things going on right now."
Negan sighed. "Next time I go isn't for a while, but I'll get those DVDs for you and the baby." He gathered her up, holding her against him. If giant fucking bird and colorful puppets made her happy, then damnit, that's what he'd get. Anything to yank her the fuck out of this funk.
A Sunny, who blindly did what she was told, was sad. There were no locked doors, but she stayed inside. It was alarming, to say the least. What was she still scared of? Him? The others? There had to be more going on but any time he asked she just said she was happy where she was.
He had been trying to get her out. Encouraged her to pick a job, any job. She could do whatever she wanted. But she threw his old argument back at him that she didn't want to deny anyone the opportunity to earn points. And she would smile, telling him she didn't need anything else but to be with him. But he could see the worry and anxiety in her eyes. She wasn't happy. She was hiding.
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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...