ELEANOR . NEGAN

013.

Eleanor was led across Negan's dark bed on her stomach, legs swinging back and forth to match the choreography of Care Of Cell 44 by The Zombies, the first track on Odessey and Oracle which was playing on the vinyl, her mind on a 100 miles per hour loop from the small amount of alcohol in her system.

Eleanor was never a drinker, if anything she actually despised the taste but this was for a celebration (and a distraction that the Sanctuary and Alexandria are fighting.) Not once did she think Negan was a Bowie kind of guy and yet here she was, looking through bundles of records that consisted of Bowie that Elle just assumed he collected for the fun of it.

There was a lot of classic rock and just rock and of course psychedelic rock and the blues (God bless The Beatles) but either way, there was a whole range of music that just made her think he collected them as a hobby.

While scavenging the bedroom, Eleanor also found a random trophy stacked on a really neat shelf which made her second guess Negan himself. He had the perfect and comfiest room she has ever been in, even before the apocalypse.

The small buzz within her blood was making her question everything. But at this point, the music was blaring, the drinks ended but her mind would not sleep. She swapped her thick jumper for a t-shirt she found in a drawer, keeping the buttons undone so you could see her sports bra underneath and swapped her plain blacks sock for the most colourful pair she could find. One ended up to be a neutral yellow and the other was dark green.

She was in her official zone.

Having a little party by herself in Negan's room.

Yet, for obvious reasons, her little party was cut short when the sunlight outside was now replaced with an illuminating moon and the very owner of this bedroom stepped into the room. "What the fuck?" Out of all things he saw today, this was the most shocking thing so far. "What are you doing?"

"Dancing!" She answered with a small smile. Elle was drunk - she tried to convince herself she wasn't, but she was plastered. "What are you doing?"

"Watching."

Elle smirked, a lazy smile on her face as she waltzed over, swiftly taking his hand in hers. What the shit. Negan knew something was wrong with her because A, she wouldn't do this willingly. Surely some alien parasite has taken over her cognitive controls.

"What are you doing?" He asked again, watching as she dragged him towards the middle of the room. Time Of The Season by The Zombies were playing blissfully throughout the room which only amped her mood. "Oh fucking Christ."

Eleanor was smirking ear to ear, having no care in the world as she danced. "Dance with me."

"No."

"Awh, come on! I'm giving you a once in a lifetime opportunity." Elle leaned forward, lips near his ears. "Dance with me." Okay. maybe she drank more than she originally believed.

"Are you drunk?"

She nodded and took a big step back, stretching as she reached over to grab her drink. "I drink uh, whatever that shit is."

"That's... that's vodka."

Eleanor stared at her cup, biting the corner of her lip as she narrowed her eyes at the liquid. "Had like— I don't know, uh... lots. Maybe five?"

Negan had to keep in a laugh as she nodded and held up five fingers. "Five." She dropped her fingers and grinned. "Dance with me."

"No, you'll kill me in the morning, sunshine."

Eleanor rolled her eyes although her sober side understood where he was coming from. "It's just a dance, love."

Holy Mary of Jesus. That was a word he has never heard Elle say within their time together and holy fuck, he wanted her to say it again. It left her lips so delicately that it seemed ethereal.