ELEANOR . NEGAN

014.

Eleanor sat at the end of Negan's bed with a face of distraught. Holding her jaw in her own hands, she grew fixated at the small piece of cracked paint on his dresser.

What have I done?

Her mind was firing questions ranging from Alexandria to recent events. She felt so fucking bad. "Fuck," She let out, breathless.

Negan was still asleep under his dark covers, arm over his eyes as soft drawls left his lips. Eleanor was stunned, shocked. Out of all things she could've done, she did that. In two weeks. In two weeks, her drunk self nearly fell into temptation.

"Fuck."

The woman could still see the marks from his neck, littering across his tanned skin and creating the perfect contrast between colours.

"Fuck."

Suddenly, his quiet drawls were replaced with a rocky groan. His arm dropped from his face, his eyes adjusting to the light before he sat up with a yawn. "Ellie?" He called, voice low and heavy. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Contemplating life." She responded, all octaves in her voice at a steady pace from the bewildered state she was in. "I kissed you?"

Negan groaned outwardly while he dragged his hand down his face. "Goddamn, sunshine. You're fucking angry over that?"

She nodded, head still in her hands. "Yes, I'm angry over that! You come back from Alexandria and the first thing I do is kiss you?!"

He could understand to a certain level where she was coming from. Either way, he moved forward so his back was leaning against the corner bedpost, eyes burning into the side of her face. "Elle, come on. It was a kiss."

"I kissed you."

"It wasn't even a kiss kiss."

"I still kissed you!"

Negan pinched the bridge of his nose, "Come on, doll. It didn't mean shit all." Liar, was what his mind said. "Your fucking music affected you so blame The Zombies, not yourself. Goddamn."

Elle still couldn't believe that she let her grip go. A single moment of weakness and she spent it on him. "It's not a big deal. Honest. Compared to the shit we're going thro-"

"You. I'm not a part of your Sanctuary bullshit."

Sure, sunshine. "Then why the fuck are you in my bed?"

"Because I am."

For the first time since he woke up, Elle turned to face him where they held each other's stares until she looked away. "Either fucking way. The shit that happened last night is nothing compared to the shit going on now."

And that was the sentence that made her drop her worry and shock on the fact she kissed Negan and instead focus on the stuff that has arisen. "What?"

"War, sunshine. We're going to fucking war."

Never mind her slip up - this was something else. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Obeying to her question, Negan started to explain the events outside Alexandria. Explaining how Rick's disobedience caused him his home and safety, talking about his meticulous plan that worked using Jadis' people to go against the Alexandrians. Negan then went ahead to talk about the tiger, Sasha and the overall outcome of their battle.

"She's dead?"

Negan nodded, scratching his neck. "Yeah, suicide. Gotta believe me on that, sunshine. I wouldn't kill her for nothing."

Eleanor didn't respond.

No, she didn't say anything. Eleanor let the information sit in her already overwhelmed brain and stayed quiet, quite like a ghost in some way. "I don't want you to fight, Hell no. You're shit with a gun, okay? You're gonna be... damn, probably gonna be my last resort."