Savior

Blue Eyes

Negan woke up at the crack of dawn - too anxious to stay in bed any longer. His legs dangled off the side of the bed as he fiddled with a small box; Rick's ring. He opened it slowly and got a glimpse of its shine in the dark room. He couldn't believe he was actually gonna do this. Not even once did he think about ever remarrying - now, he loves Rick more than anything, he feels obligated to marry him. Though he's not doing it just for Rick.

He sighed softly, then raised himself from the bed. He grabbed one of Rick's shirts and slipped it on, taking a moment to smell Rick's scent on the piece of cloth; something he never got tired of.

He took a moment to glance over at Rick, watching as he slept. He was curled around a pillow, which he had grabbed ahold of after Negan got out of bed. He couldn't help but smile to himself.

Negan planted himself on the couch, which was almost as hard as a rock if he was being honest. He groaned softly as he rested his back against it, wishing it was softer.

He spent at least an hour scrolling through his phone before Rick woke up, slowly walking over to Negan as he rubbed his eyes. Rick straddled him gently, wrapped his arms around Negan's neck and rested his head on his shoulder. He could've went back to sleep right there if he really wanted to.

Negan's hands trailed up and down Rick's back, causing the smaller man to shiver on top of him. "Come on, let's go shower." Negan said softly, beginning to plant quick kisses to Rick's shoulder.

Rick groaned, wanting to protest. "I'm hungover," His throat scratched slightly, as his voice was hoarse. Negan chuckled into Rick's skin, already knowing he was gonna have to shower Rick himself.

After their shower, once Negan was drying Rick off, he finally opened his eyes, squinting from the bright light shining down on them. His head was still pounding, but keeping his eyes closed wasn't helping anyway.

"Finally," Negan sighed, noticing Rick's eyes are open, "I felt like I was showering with a fucking zombie." He teased, finishing wiping Rick down. As he was about to hang the towel up, Rick stopped him and spun him back around, eyes wide.

"Negan...what the hell is that?" Rick questioned seriously, looking down at Negan's chest, then back up to him. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and disbelief.

Negan looked down at his own chest for a short moment, then locked eyes with Rick. He smiled widely at him. "I was wondering how long it was gonna take you to notice." He turned back around to finally hang the towel up as he heard Rick sigh deeply.

The look he was faced with wasn't one he's seen before. Rick looked mad, but shocked too. He kept clenching his jaw, like he was waiting for an explanation from Negan. "What?" He shrugged, a smirk teasing at his lips, "I can't get your initials tattooed?" He smirked even wider once he noticed Rick was getting flustered - his cheeks turning a dark, deep red.

Rick rubbed his forehead firmly, sighing. "You give me a damn headache." He said firmly, but Negan could sense the small hint of sarcasm in his voice. He chuckled to himself softly and pulled Rick in for a quick kiss.

The next few hours were spent at the beach, with Negan chugging down every alcoholic beverage he could get his hands on. This usually wasn't like him though, he never had such an urge to get drunk - or at least not this drunk. He was slurring his words and could barely keep his eyes open by the time noon arrived. He felt physically light, with no care in the world.

Meanwhile, Rick had been passed out face down in the sand, absorbing as much sun he could get. He was like that for hours until he was woken up by what sounded like gagging.