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NEGAN ROUNDED THE corner and placed his arm around Rick's shoulders. He seemed to be in a deep daze as the man's arm hung around him, not speaking so much as a word to either of us. Rick's eyes trailed down to the floor, not wanting to look at the naked woman in front of him. Guilt consumed your consciousness as the atmosphere of the room grew tense with each passing moment.
Silence filled the awkwardness of the room as Rick stayed still with the cocky man looming over him. At this point, any words were better than none. You needed him to talk, this feeling had to be sorted out quickly before every interaction the two of you had was laced with awkward eye glances. Though you did nothing wrong, you felt guilty for letting lust cloud your better judgment.
Not even taking the time to know the man before jumping in bed with him. Now he refused to look you in the eyes, adverting his gaze down to the floor. You wanted to speak and assure him this wouldn't happen again, but who's to say it won't? Any words that were spoken would be unpromised gibberish to him. So you kept your mouth shut, not having anything that would favor the situation. Negan on the other hand had different plans.
"She has a nice tight pussy doesn't she." He said, failing to read the room. He was trying to provoke a reaction out of Rick, making his emotions rage out of control, but that just wasn't like him. His eyes drifted upwards to meet the other man. He looked angered, his eyes narrowed as he glared menacingly at the other light brown orbs. Negan's smug grin quickly faded as his eyes met with Rick's.
"Oh there's that look again, don't make me do something you'll end up regretting, prick." His once cocky smile turned into a large scowl on his lips. Rick submitted, lowering his gaze to the floor to not escalate the situation any further. Why he was being so submissive around the leather jacket wearing man had you questioning who exactly he was. To make someone as powerful as Rick bend to his every demand, who was this guy?
He stepped towards the exit, leaving you alone with Rick. The front door slammed shut leaving awkwardness to completely take over the room. "Rick I'm sorry, I know you don't like when I sleep around but what were you expecting?" You asked, hoping at least he would speak to you. It took a moment for him to look you in the eyes, a look of sadness drowning in his baby blue eyes.
It was only a matter of time before his gaze was aimed elsewhere and he left without so much as a word. "Shit." You uttered and scrambled to gather your clothes into one pile. You hurried up and got dressed before emerging from your home and into the streets. Engines roared angrily in the distance as the trucks were getting ready to leave with all our valuable belongings.
Near the entrance stood Rick and Negan, chatting about something you couldn't hear over the loud roaring. Rick didn't seem too happy to be talking with him. His eye still fixated on the ground as the man with the bat did most of the speaking. The way he was staring at the floor, fist clenched in anger made you wonder if a fight would soon break out.
But seeing as there were plenty of people with a range of artillery aiming at his skull, you were confident that Rick would play it safe. It was clear that Negan leaned down to Rick's ear and whispered something that made his eyes shut, his fist loosened and dropped before looking the other man in the eyes. He pointed in your direction and both men advanced their gaze to you. With every passing second you grew more curious about what they were discussing.
Soon after Negan retreated to the lead truck leaving Rick to watch on the sideline. Negan's leather glove could be seen hanging outside the window and flipping Rick off before speeding away. Trucks loaded with our beds, ammunition, and artillery followed after him, speeding down the dirt road back to wherever it was they came from. You approached where Rick stood, it was apparent that he was deep in thought.
"What now?" You asked, seeing as the saviors just took off with everything we needed to defend ourselves had you wondering what exactly was our next move? He took a quick glance in your direction before swiftly turning back to the gate. He plainly ignored your question, not even having the courtesy to look at you.
"Rick, this is childish— you can at least talk to me." You pleaded, not understanding why he was being all fussy about you sleeping with one particular guy. It's not like this was the first time you've slept with someone who wasn't him. Rick let out a disappointed sigh before gaining the courage to turn and face you, his perfect blue eyes glimmered in the sun's deadly ray.
"You slept with him, it had to be him of all people." He spoke with a tint of irritation swirling in his voice. "We're not a couple Rick, it's none of your business who I sleep with." You answered, confused about why he was acting this way. The two of you were fuck buddies and nothing more, there was no reason he had to be so protective over you.
"But it is." He said in a barely audible tone. "Look I'm sorry, but it's not like you wanted to meet up anymore— you're always tied up in work." There was a sharp stinging pain in your heart as his eyes left yours, not wanting your excuses. He shook his head a muttered something under his breath that got taken away by the wind.
He walked away, back to his house, and slammed the door shut. It was a surprise to see Rick Grimes, the all knowing fearless leader jealous. You had never seen him act this way before, it was strange. You took his outburst as a message to leave him be for a while, hopefully, the next time you saw him the air would be cleared.
Maybe seeing that Negan didn't get the tape after all would cheer him up. It was something special to both of us, at the time it was just routine lovemaking, but now it meant more than that. You hurried home to retrieve the tape from where you last left it on the side table. Maybe this will clear everything up, the reason you had sex with Negan in the first place was for him not to take the tape away.
When you returned to the living room, the place where your mistake had been done. Pillows had been flung all over the floor and the blanket was halfway dangling off the side of the couch. You approached the side table to retrieve the videotape but it wasn't there. You assumed it may have been knocked off by one of the flying pillows but there was no trace.
"Motherfucker." You called out as you continued to scour every inch of the living room. He wouldn't have taken it with him, right? After searching every possible place it could have been you concluded that the tape was missing. The one thing that would justify your actions was gone, never to be spoken of again.
Did Negan take it, or did someone else come in and snatch the film? You couldn't help but wonder what happened to the tape. But in the end, you couldn't be sure one way or another. All you knew was the film had been snatched, and your one possible way to get Rick back was taken away along with it.
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A/N: Thank you for reading this far! Sorry for the cliffhanger ending, I'm not sure if I should make a book two or not.
