ELEANOR . NEGAN

007.

"Rise and shine, Ellie!"

It wasn't like the woman was getting any sleep but the harsh difference of complete darkness to full light was painful and sent a slight fuzz to take over her sight. She groaned unsteadily and used hands to push her up onto her feet.

"How did you sleep?"

Eleanor looked up at the man in the door archway and deadpanned him. Is he taking the piss? "Great, thanks." She said sarcastically, rubbing her eyes with a yawn.

Since she was captured and Eugene taken away from her in this dungeon, her nights were restless and uncomfortable and extremely cold. It was now the fifth day (she figured it was after watching the gap under the door slowly dim to suddenly light up) and frankly, she was bored. She'd rather Negan and the rest of the Saviours use her as a laughing stock than stay alone and bored in her cell. Random Saviours would come in and out, feeding her slices of food (that she'd usually not touch) and a sip of water.

"You're fucking welcome. Now, get up. I got some good news for you." Eleanor warily looked at Negan but slowly stepped closer. "Come on, doll. I don't bite."

Eleanor sent a glare at the man before dipping downwards slightly so she could get past his stretched out arm, confused as to what the fuck was going on. With a loud, echoing clash, the metal door was closed shut.

"What are you doing?"

"I said I got some good news." He replied plainly while Eleanor followed close behind, taking in all the new surroundings.

Talk brick walls towered over the cold concrete path they walked down, a mix of steel blue and what seemed to be white with tinges of both grey, green and blue coloured the brick. Numerous pipes ran through and outside the wall itself, creating an idea that this place was a factory. There was not a single difference in the background everytime she turned a corner. It was all the same. Bleak, factory walls.

Like a block of flats, each wall had a blue door that was either bedrooms, storage areas, cells or torture chambers. Meanwhile there were kneeling workers who were set to clean the floor and make everything look tidy. Eleanor cringed at their obedience and felt extremely sorry for them.

"Feels like home already." Elle quipped, arms wrapped around her body to fight off the usual chill that ran through her bones. Negan looked down at her and raised a brow. "Sarcasm, you tosser."

He looked away with a grin.

"What's the good news, Negan?" She was determined to find out before they got there (just in case she had to leg it out the building). "Fuck, I'm like a dog with two willies." Once again, it was sarcasm. But Negan wasn't concerned about the tone of her words, but rather the words she actually said.

"The fuck does that mean?"

She stammered lightly, feeling embarrassed once again. "It means that you're so excited that... you don't know what- to... oh fuck. Ignore what I just said."

Negan just chuckled, "Gladly."

After their short uprising in using words, Eleanor went back to taking in her surroundings in case she missed anything. She didn't, until she turned a corner and saw a clock mounted on the wall.

Half fucking eight?

"I take that 'gladly' back. Who the fuck says that?" And in one swift movement, the two now stopped as Negan stood in front of her with beady eyes. "Who?"

"My granch did."

Negan laughed, stopping just to give her a look that clearly said 'are you serious?'