Savior

My Boy

Within the next few days, Negan had to admit that he was still sore - walking slow as ever throughout the house. Rick on the other hand, couldn't keep his laughs to himself. Every time he saw Negan waddling around like a penguin, he couldn't help but slap his ass, causing Negan to groan in pain.

"Ow!" He yelled, scrunching his face in discomfort, "fuck you." he spat, shooting Rick a grimacing look. Rick laughed loudly, creeping up behind Negan and wrapping his arms around his waist - pulling him in close.

"I don't think you can, honey." Rick sighed into Negan's ear, causing him to elbow Rick in the stomach, pushing him away. Negan turned around to face him with a blank stare.

"Stop being so goddamn dominant, Rick. That's my job, not yours." His tone was slightly aggressive - he's tired of being pushed around and told what to do. He can't take much more of it.

Rick smirked lightly, finding Negan's aggression a little funny - though he probably shouldn't. Rick stepped up to Negan again, placing his hands on his waist gently, pulling him a bit closer.

"Why?" He tilted his head, now dropping his smirk, "Let me be dominant if I want to," he shrugged "why does it matter so much anyway?" His tone became more serious as he spoke, wanting to get to the bottom of whatever this was.

Negan of course didn't like Rick's response, but he forced himself to brush it off for now. He sighed deeply, tilting his head back in frustration.

"Just stop being so dominant - I don't like it." He knew this excuse was the most lame thing that has come out of his mouth, but he couldn't think of anything better to say, other then the truth.

Rick bursted into laugher, burying his face into Negan's shoulder for a moment. "Bullshit," He exclaimed, "you thought otherwise when my dick was deep inside you the other night." He smirked widely, showing his teeth.

Again, Negan pushed Rick off of him, but harder this time. "Fuck off," Negan spat, starting to walk away from Rick but stopped after a few steps, "why don't you go fuck Shane. You want to anyways, right?" He was practically yelling at this point, unable to control his anger.

Rick stood there in shock, trying to process Negan's words. He didn't expect Negan to blow up at him - if he did, he wouldn't have continued to make jokes. Rick wasn't even sure how to respond, or if he should respond.

They continued to stare at each other for a minute, before Negan stormed off upstairs. Only a few seconds after Negan disappeared, Carl walked into the kitchen, where Rick was.

"Um, what happened?" Carl asked, slowly walking over to the counter to sit down. Rick joined him, sitting down beside Carl - he sighed deeply.

"Don't really know. He told me to stop doin' somethin', but I didn't wanna stop...I ended up making a joke and he just got mad at me for it."

Deep down, Rick felt bad for pushing Negan over the edge. He knows it doesn't take much, and that when it happens, it takes Negan a while before he comes out of it. But, he didn't quite understand why he got so mad over something so small. There has to be more to it. Something that he's not telling me.

"What did he say about Shane?" At least Carl thought Negan said his name, so he wanted to know exactly what was said. He watched as his dads face turned red - maybe from embarrassment.

"It's stupid, don't worry about it." Rick brushed it off. He obviously wasn't gonna tell Carl what Negan said, considering Rick himself didn't even wanna hear it.

They both sat there for a few minutes in silence. Carl assumed Rick didn't wanna talk, which was true - so he ended up drawing doodles on the cover of one of his comics to occupy himself.