Don't Fear The Reaper (R. Grimes & D. Dixon)

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Kit sat on a bench across the street from the armory where a moving truck was parked, rick and negan standing by chatting while guns were steadily brought up and loaded. Jody sat next to her filling her in on everything he saw or learned and how negan was treating him during his stay, both briefly jumping when negan fired a gun at a window.

"Jody, go spend some time with carl while you can." Negan said, cutting into their conversation; they both turned to look at him. An angry rick stormed away, dragging Olivia with him. Jody hesitated to move with the steely looks his used to be dad, and now mom were sending each other. "Go on, sweetheart" kit nodded. Jody sighed, leaving, negan taking his spot on the bench.

"Two guns are missing, Lil mama you know anything about that?"

"No," negan hummed, " well, you better hope rick the prick finds them cause you're life is on the chopping block."

Kit snorted "no, it's not"

"Ya, and how's that?"

"Because the way I see it, you've gone out of your way to teach me a lesson specifically. You wouldn't kill me over someone else's mistake. No, you look at me like you want to possess me. I just don't know why yet. But I will."

" it doesn't matter; I already own you. Should just bend you over my knee right now." He brushed off her accusation.

"But it does. You've taken three vital people to me away-"

" and yet I'm taking care of our son. He was mine first you're lucky I'm even sharing," Negan hissed back. Kit shook her head, turning back forward; Negan tried to hide his smile, watching her pout extending his arm to rest along the back of the bench, his fingers rubbing her braided hair.

"Did you have to shoot the window?" Kit asked, squinting her eyes

"Nothin some tape can't fix. If we don't take it, of course." He smirked dramatically, slurping his built-up saliva from the cherry sucker.

"Want some" he held it out to her with a coy smile

"No thanks. Who knows what diseases you and your wives pass amongst each other." She scrunched up her nose.

Negan chuckled, dropping his hand. "I'm clean doll. You can check if you like." Kit scoffed, rolling her eyes before catching rick coming out of Spencer's house with a small black sack headed towards them. Kit stood up, thankful to get away from the close proximity, negan following her, meeting rick halfway at the truck.

"What you got for me, rick?" Negan asked, taking the sack from rick, the latter eyeing kit from head to toe and taking a deep breath.

Negan chuckled, pulling out two small handguns. " well would you look at that? They were here, after all. Funny how a little holy shit somebody's going to die! Lights a fire under everybody's ass! So tell me, rick, which one of your fine folks almost cost your smoking hot wife the rest of her days?"

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"No, it matters. See, you need to get everybody on board. Everybody. Or we just go right back to square one." Kit glared at Dwight when he purposely stepped close to kit to take the guns from negan—still sporting a cocky grin despite the split lip she gave him. Jody grabbed hold of the kit's wrist, taking away the chance to lunge at the man again.

"Come on, mom," Jody sighed, pulling her to follow everyone else to the gate, moving out of the way for Rosita and Spencer; .her steps Faltered when Dwight opened up the back of the van. Kit clenched her jaw, her rage growing again.

"Don't even think about it, Lil mama," negan chimed, walking around her humming. Kit turned her head to see Michonne quickly approaching a small deer slung across her shoulders, rick behind her with a rifle. Michonne stopped next to kit, both sharing an understanding look Before looking back to negan and rick.