leather - negan x reader

chapter twenty-five - someday

the next day, bobby informs me our monthly council meeting is in two days. and yet again, no one wants to host negan. i don't want to either, but i'll be the bigger person if necessary - well, for the group. i still plan on being quite petty when it comes to seeing him again.

mia had tried multiple times to get me to change my answer. i never did, i gave her the same one. every time i said i chose me she followed it with an 'i'm not leaving, you'll change your mind'.

whatever, i wouldn't. but she was a member of the club, i couldn't kick her out just because i didn't want her here.

"kid, i'm going to fucking strangle this guy," chibs complains as he sits beside me. "he's fucking arguing with me like whatever he says is gonna make me give the walkie to you. he's pissed."

"i've been there," i sigh as we sit on the barstools.

"shit head. answer my fucking question," negan's voice crackles through the radio.

"up your ass and around the corner," he groans back. i chuckle at his comeback.

"i can fucking hear her, you know. let me talk to her," negan says.

"go screw yourself. she doesn't want to talk to you. if you radio me again and it's not an emergency, i will shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll shine them when you brush your teeth," chibs says.

"really?" negan says.

"do you want to find out?" chibs replies.

"no, i'm good. but since you assholes can't answer me, you'll be seeing me soon," negan says, i can hear the frustration in his voice.

"good luck with that. meeting in two days. 3 p.m. be here or don't. i don't give a shite," chibs says before turning the radio off. "i forgot i could do that."

"seems to be the only thing that will shut him up," i say as i down a beer.

"so, how you want us to deal with him in two days?" chibs asks. tig comes up to the bar, grabbing a beer.

"my vote is kick his ass," tig says.

"my vote is we do nothing because we have a treaty to protect. i'll handle him, you all have nothing to worry about," i say.

"fine, but if he lays a hand on you-" chibs says.

"he won't, but if he did, i'd kill him myself," i cut him off.

an hour later...

"boss," the guard radios me, "he's here."

"tell him i said to fuck off," i radio back as i finish paperwork.

"he says," andy trails off, i hear voices in the background - his voice. "dude, i am not saying that to her. she's my president. are you trying to get me kicked out?"

"it's fine, andy. what did he say?" i ask.

"exact words?" andy asks.

"exact words."

"get your fucking ass out here before i ram the goddamn wall. you remember what fucking happened the last fucking time you didn't fucking answer, don't you? his words not mine," andy tacks on.

"i'll be out there in a minute," i radio back. i push my hair back and stand, grabbing my machine gun before heading outside.

i climb the guard tower and look over the wall at him, fury spreads like wildfire in my veins at the sight of him. "since you wanted me to say it to your fucking face, fuck off. i am running a goddamn empire in here. i don't need a fuck boy liar like you hanging around. you'll be allowed in these walls in two days," i turn to leave but stop and turn back, "and leave chibs the hell alone. he really will hurt you. and i'm not stopping any of 'em this time."