Home Sweet Home | Negan Smith

Chapter 4

Summary - He's slowly getting you to open up to him, but that doesn't keep him from being his usual asshole-self. Still, the chemistry between you two never went away, and that, added to the situation; only gets you between his arms.

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A little chuckle scaped your lips, but you didn't move. Instead, you leaned your back onto the wall and looked at him, almost admiring the way his arms crossed strongly and he lifted his head. Even like that, he seemed unbreakable. You almost saw a shadow of the man he used to be when you first met him.

"You like what you see?" He mused, but he really did seem very tired and even his sarcastic comments came out in a low tone.

You gave him a half shrug. "Why did you push so much to come with me?" You tilted your head to the side, your eyes still set on him; honestly confused.

When you had trapped yourself inside your room after he kissed you, you could only wonder what he wanted. Maybe he just wanted sex, or maybe he wanted you to talk to the council to let him be... completely free.

He shifted in his seat, moving to the side and patting the space next to him while admitting: "I wouldn't have let you come with... Kevin" he shook his head no.

You looked down, thinking long and hard if you should sit next to him, but you knew deep inside you shouldn't. It was already bad to be trapped with him in a cabin.

"I don't bite, honey."

You looked up to him with your eyes narrowed, that nickname always making you flinch. "I already told you-"

"Yeah, yeah." He sighed, putting up his palmsin innocence. "You never liked me calling you by your name before."

"That was before." You looked away from him and tapped your feet, your stomach turning as a quick flashback of him calling you 'honey' while pinning you to his bed hit you. You let out a cough to get your own attention back to planet earth. "Alright, I'll get some sleep. Wake me up in three hours, tops." You composed yourself and quickly made your way to the so-called bedroom, hearing him sigh again.

You laid there on the creaking bed, bracing yourself, trying really hard to get some sleep. You had it all: a very old bed, your gun by your side and a calm atmosphere where you couldn't even hear the walkers in the distance, the rain muffling it all. It was perfect!

So why couldn't you sleep?

Your eyes were locked on the rusty ceiling for Lord knows how long, until you grew impatient and finally got up with a frustrated groan.

"Your turn." You hummed to Negan as you walked out of the room, gun in hand and reaching down for your bag next to the sofa. He looked up to you weirded out.

"You didn't sleep, huh?"

"Nope. It's too fucking cold." You groaned, getting your water bottle and drinking some of it. You noticing him staring so you reached it to him. "Drink some. You seem very tired." You side smiled to him. As he took it, you finally seated next to him, careful to leave a space between you two. "At least here is cozier. There must be a fucking hole somewhere in the walls of that room." You sighed, taking your bottle back as he gave it back to you, thanking you in a whisper.

You both just stayed there in silence. It could've been very awkward, but you were both so tired that you didn't feel it, both of you staring at the ceiling as your heads rested on the sofa's back. "You won't go to sleep?"

He took a deep breath. "My damn legs fell asleep" he chuckled weakly.

You tried hard to, but couldn't control a big laugh coming out of your lips.