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

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When kit awoke, it took a moment for everything to return to her in the unfamiliar Surroundings. Her stomach began to churn, and her throat burned Just a little as she remembered negans hands and lips all over her. She shifted, trying to get out of bed only to find she was restrained by a heavy arm and the realization of negans body pressed against hers as he spooned her. Her reality came crashing down on her in a sickly violet way. Kit hated being weak; at this moment, she was in every sense. She just wanted to be far away, not be here, and not have to cater to a man's desire she wished the worst upon.

She slowly and carefully lifted his arm, Just enough to Slide out in probably the most awkward way possible, almost falling onto the floor in the process. She Quickly stood to look back at the peacefully Sleeping man, a lie in itself about the psychotic Cult leader's antics. She looked over to the door where Lucille was leaning against the wall, involuntarily flinching as that night flashed thru her mind. She Quickly fled the room to hide in the bathroom; she shut the door quietly behind her and then turned back the sink, her hands gripping the cold metal tightly. She kept her head down, Sniffling trying to pull herself together, goosebumps beginning to rise on her bare legs as the cold around her Set in and bile was on the brink of rising any moment.

Kit wasn't Sure how long She Stood there before negans voice Startled her. "you alive In there?"

"yeah, Just a sec," she said, trying not to let the man hear. Just how shook She was. She took a deep breath before leaving her small 'Safe space.' She cleared her throat as she made her way to her dress that was still on the floor, trying her damn best to not Snap at negan, who was holding her Jacket, the Jacket Theodore gave her. She stepped into the dress, pulling it up till it Covered her breasts just enough to remove the t-shirt so she could slip her arms into the dress sleeves.

"the hell are these?' negan asked, confused, Kits breath hitched in her throat as he now fully faced her, a handful of Mercury rocks in his right hand, her Jacket in his left.

"Quartz. I'm starting a rock collection." She snapped. Taking them from his hand, then ripping her Jacket out Of the other, "I would also appreciate it if you Stopped touching my Jacket. Theodore gave it to me." she glared. Putting it on and the rocks back in the Pocket.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Negan grimaced, slipping on his own, feeling a tinge bad in understanding as Lucille had regifted him his own Jacket on their anniversary. "and here I thought you would be more grateful," he mumbled.

"negan, "kit sighed, Standing back to her full height after sliding the heels back on.

"I'm just saying I thought we had a damn Good night, connections made and shit." He snarked

"This isn't easy for me, negan," kit voice cracked, turning her head towards the window, hoping negan didn't See her vulnerability. But he did, and it Slightly ached Unexpectedly.

Negan Sighed "come on, let's go get Jody and have some breakfast," he said, opening the door for them.

- Time skip-

"I meant it. When I said you could stay here," negan Said as he walked Jody and kit to the truck Dwight would be taking them home in before he went off to find his ex-wife.

Kit internally rolled her eyes; all morning, he had done nothing but Show off his power and how good she would have it if she just gave in. She was tired of feeding his ego and Just wanted silence or to kill something.
"I need time," she said.

"well, you know what they say, absence. Makes the heart grow fonder," he sang.

Kit forced a Fixed smile "yes, I suppose So" jody didn't even try to hide his grimace; he hated all of this almost as much as kit did, only he didn't have to hide it like her.

arat approached them once they reached the truck, kits gun in hand. "Thank you, arat," negan Said, taking it and an extra clip from her.

"I must say this is an adorable gun for such a feisty woman," he chuckled, looking at the tiffany blue gun.

"It was the first one I ever bought," Kit Said, shifting her feet, fighting off the annoyance.

"like I said, adorable," he cooed, "how many people you kill with this anyway? From what I heard, you could be pretty bad-ass. Like a psychotic kinda hot bad-ass."

"enough," Kit dismissed, clenching her jaw. negan licked his lip with a coy grin Stepping within inches of her.

"But no more of my men, right?" he challenged. Slipping the extra mag into her pocket and the gun into her hand, he relished in the danger She presented.

"right," She whispered. he hummed in contemplation before kissing her; Jody looked away, immediately uncomfortable. It wasn't Soft or Sweet. It was dominating, an attempt to consume her, a demand for Submission.

She lifted the gun to his temple; it was uncocked, of course, unlike everyone else now. "See, you're untouchable," kit whispered, her lips brushing against his as she talked.

"you better get in that truck before I take you back to bed, wild cat," negan groaned, sharply inhaling, the smell of Eucalyptus filling his senses. Kit Quickly left negan there with his eyes still closed to get in the truck; Jody followed. negan's eyes opened, flicking to a beat to hell Dwight, giving him a demanding look.

"The fuck happened to You, "kit Sassed as Dwight got in. the driver's seat; he ignored her driving away.

Kit's hands went straight for the Steel choker, trying to feel for a latch or way to take it off, Cursing and beginning to panic when she couldn't find one.

"Jody, help me get this thing off" kit gave up after 20 minutes; she lifted her hair so he could see better. Jody Fiddled with it twisting it around her neck. "Where did you even get this?" he asked, annoyed not Seeing any way to get it off either.

"fucking negan," kit cursed, dropping her hair from her hold

"you're never gonna win," Dwight piped up

"Shut the fuck up, Dwight," kit Scoffed

"I'm Just Sayin save yourself the trouble."

"and I said - "she stopped upon seeing two very familiar Cars in a parking lot up ahead. "Stop the Car," she demanded

"What no-"

"Stop the fucking car, Dwight!" She shouted; kit caught herself on the dashboard as Dwight Slammed on the brakes.

"the hell is your problem?!" Dwight Shouted

"we're walking," she said, hopping out of the truck

"In heels? I have to take you back, negans orders."

"So tell him you did; I have somewhere I need to check out," She Said, Shutting the door after Jody hopped out.

"What are we really doing?" Jody asked as Dwight sped off

"the cars" kit pointed to the silver SUV and white box van.

"why would we be clear out here?" Jody asked, Just as confused

"no clue, let's See, Shall we?' kit said. Cocking her gun, Jody does the same.