Negan x reader

pt. 16

Psa: I've never been hungover so idk if this'll be good.

Reader's pov
Waking up felt like hell. Why the fuck was everything so fucking bright! I rolled back into the pillow. "Morning Darlin!" Negan calls and I cover my ears, my head pounding. "Aw is someone not feeling well?" He chuckles and rubs my back. "What happened last night?" I ask, my voice muffled in the pillow. "What do you remember?" He asks and I shrug. "In that case, you had too much fruit wine. Danced with the girls. And I had to walk you back in here and put you to bed." Negan explains and helps me to sit up. "Here." He says making me drink some water. "I want you to take it easy. First hangovers always suck." He gets up to get something and I reach out for him. "My head hurts." I groan and he stifles back a laugh. "Here." He kisses my head and lays me back in bed. "I gotta go take care of the girls too. Get some more rest okay." I nod and look up at Negan. Something about him felt different. He seemed slightly distant today. Maybe I'm just over thinking. . .

He left the room saying that he'd be back later. I don't know why but I couldn't shake the feeling he was being distant. There's just a feeling in my chest. I turn back in bed and try to sleep off the head pain. Hopefully he'll be back with some food. Granted the food here kind of sucks.

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Sitting in a field of poppies I take a deep breath. The wind is blowing lightly and there's a faint smell of rain in the air. I lay back in the flowers and watch the clouds over head. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Grandma asks setting up a little blanket for herself to rest on. "Yeah, it is." She smiles down at me as I respond. "Hey grandma," "Yes baby?" "How did you know grandpa was the one for you?" I ask propping myself up on an elbow. "Well now, had to be the day we met. The fair was going on in town and I was there with my sisters. Back then I used to walk around everywhere without my shoes on. My hair was down my back and I wore a bandanna to keep it out of my face. Well anyway, my sister was asked out by your grandpa's brother. So we went to see their band that was preforming. Your grandpa wouldn't stop looking at me. He could barely pay attention to his banjo." She laughs her sweet voice filling the air. "Then all of a sudden he completely stopped playing. Everyone was so confused. And then he came right up to me and asked me to marry him." "And she told me I was crazy as shit." Grandpa interrupts laughing and sitting on the ground next to grandma. "And I was right!" She laughs as him. I could feel the joy coming off of the two. "But I knew that this crazy man was who I would spend the rest of my life with. And I can't imagine my life without him." She leans her head on his shoulder with a sigh. "Why do you ask though baby?" Grandma questions me softly. "I don't know, just felt like asking." I shrug with a smile.

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Opening my eyes I can still feel a soft smile of my face. "Is that what this weird feeling is?" I put my hand over my heart and feel it beat. "Love?" I look to the door. My stomach growls. "I really need to eat something." Making myself get up i stretch. The head pain was still there. And it was still fucking bright, but I'm hungry. Going over to the door I knock. "Hey if someone's out there, could you please bring me something to eat?" I hear a hum in response and the footsteps leaving. I decide to sit on the ground infront of the window. The glass was hard to see through but it's nice to just close my eyes and sit in the light. Focusing I can imagine myself back home. I'm upstairs sitting infront of the window looking out. The flowers and swayinf gently in the breeze. The duck is picking a fight with the cow, or well trying to. There's a cup of fresh tea by my side. Dinner is in the oven cooking away. The smell of a wild turkey cooking fills the house. There's potatoes ready on the stove. I could just stay like this forever.

A knock comes from the other side of the door startling me out of my day dream. "I got you a sandwich." Dwight says through the door. Getting up I thank him and open the door. He hands me the plain looking sandwich. Looked dry but it'll do. I thanked him again and closed the door. Going back over to my spot by the window I sit back down. The food was just like this place. Cold, dry, grey, and not quite right. I eat just to make sure I'm not hungry. As I'm eating something hits the window. "Ah!" I gasp. It had to be a bird. I hope it's not too hurt. Getting up I basically run out to see if the creature was okay. Once I got outside I looked around for anything that could've hit the window. As I look I hear a distressed flapping. Carefully I follow the sound and cover my mouth as the sight. There on the ground was an injured hawk. "Oh you poor thing." I sigh and try to get closer to the bird. "Now, don't try to hurt me. I'm just checking you, okay?" I try to reason with the creature. It flaps about as I get closer. Carefully I pick it up and look at its wings. One was definitely injured while the other was trying to injure me. "Hey now, is that anyway to treat someone who's trying to help you?" I say holding the hawk. It looked like a young one. Might have been its first week being out of the nest.

"Come on now little one, let's get you patched up." I smile and softly stroke the top of it's head. People stare when I reenter the building as I hold the hawk. When I once again reached Negan's room I grabbed one of my dresses. Forming a makeshift nest out of the fabric was easy, now came the hard part of helping the wing. Taking an old hair ribbon of mine I carefully wrap the birds wing. "You poor thing." I mutter as the bird looks around. "You're surprisingly calm right now." I chuckle and the hawk looks at me. "Hmm, I think you'll need a name. At least till I can let you back out into the wild." I till my heat to get a better look at the creature. Finally the idea comes to my head. "Rowan." I say with a snap of my fingers. "You are a red tail after all." I smile and softly stroke Rowan's head. He just stared at me tilting his head before getting comfortable in his new nest. As I tend to my new friend the door opens. "Hey I don't know if i miss heard but someone just told my you brought in a b-." Negan stops seeing me on the floor with the hawk. "(Y/n) is that a-?" "He was hurt. He crashed into the window so I patched him up." I interrupt defensively. "(Y/n), darlin, I know you miss your animals back home, but you can't just take in a hawk. Thats a wild bird of prey and it's gonna wreck my room." "Please, just until his wing is better. You can't just expect me to let him be hurt." I practically beg and Negan sighs. "How long will it take?" "Three weeks." I explain as I hold Rowan. "And his name is Rowan." Negan looks at me. "You're gonna get attached if you name it." "Rowan." "It." "Rowan." "It." He starts getting agitated. "Rowan." I state. "Fine, whatever just don't let it crap on my stuff." Negan sighs walking out the door. "Aren't you going to sit with me? You've been busy all day." "I'm still busy. Maybe later." He says not looking at me. I feel a pang in my chest at his coldness. "Oh, okay. . ."

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