ELEANOR . NEGAN

010.

His left hand grazed up and down her arm, his right hand on top of hers, moving in a synchronised movement to the left, leather-clad chest pressed to her tearing jacket, lips to her ear. "Aim for the tree." He whispered, each word dripping off his tongue was dribbled with lust.

"Fuck off." She whispered back, each word floating off her tongue was laced with annoyance. "I know how to shoot a gun, Negan. You saw me shoot a gun already. See all them bullet holes?" Elle motioned to the tree ahead, spotting the carved rings and the holes which grazed, hit and missed the tree. "That's me."

Negan laughed, right in her ear may I add, before stepping back to laugh some more. "You have a shit fucking aim."

"Hey!" She whined, dropping the gun to her side and looking at him with one hand on her hip. "I hit the middle once."

"Yeah, when you tripped and misfired. Complete fucking coincidence, sunshine."

Eleanor rolled her eyes, "Sure bloody thing, Nelly." And with an overpowered huff, she kept her eyes trained on him. "When are we going back? It's getting dark."

"Hot damn! You're scared of the dark?"

"No. I'm just not fond of what follows."

Negan bit his lip slightly before shrugging, stepping forward to take the gun back off her. "Fair enough." He mumbled, crouching down to put all the stuff he brought with him back in the large duffle bag. "Might as well start walking back to the truck."

"Yay."

And that's what the two did.

Side by side, they walked through the woods and towards the main road, trying to make one another trip (Elle succeeding once when she herself fell so Negan tried to help her stay steady but misplaced his step) and taking turns holding the bag by throwing the fabric full of weapons at each other.

Despite all the rivalry between Negan and Eleanor, and the Saviours and everyone else, the pair got together like toast and butter. It was horrifying and despicable and it made her feel disgusted all through and through. But naturally, a person will have an unexplainable bond with another. And that so might be the bad guy.

"Uh, how's Eugene?"

It was a question she had meaning to ask, just never got around to it from all the time consuming 14 (take away some because of the lack of interaction she had within her locked-in-a-cell time) days she's had.

Negan looked down at the woman and chuckled lowly, scratching his jaw. "You know what, he's alright. Man survives off pickles, the most harmless thing I have ever met in my whole goddamn life."

Elle nodded, deep in thought before looking back at him. "So, he's okay?"

Negan could point out a weakness Elle was showing, make a comment, make it a large fuss. But he stayed quiet. A lot can happen in two weeks.

"He's fine." Was all he answered with before opening the truck's door, throwing the bag in before leaning over the hood to grab Eleanor's attention. "Is he your boyfriend?"

Eleanor cringed and passed a look at him. "Negan, stop asking about my relationships. Why do you even care anyways?"

"Gotta make sure I got a loyal one for the future." Then he winked.

"I am loyal, you... however. I don't know Nelly, I don't think it can ever work out." Her words were coated with over-dramatic emotions but also a clear tone of sarcasm. Eleanor then smiled before getting into the passenger's side, Negan following.

"That was rude. You don't think I'm loyal?"

Eleanor looked him up and down and pulled an incredulous face. "Leather jacket, tattoo's, old, definitely not loyal."