ELEANOR . NEGAN

016.

The Virginian heat was eloping the entire Sanctuary like an unbearable hug. Every window you could open were wide open (or at least on the higher levels). People were clad in simple tank tops and cut trousers or boxers that were scattered around.

After Regina accused Eleanor as being the snitch, Simon banished her back to Negan's room - which was a blessing. It was a large, empty room with a wall of windows she could open. Even if the walls were too tall for her to see out of them, it was still getting some sort of fresh air inside.

The sweat trickling down her body made her change clothes every once in a while. At one point, it was just her in a sports bra, but now she was wearing some blue-plaid boxers (she felt pretty invasive and disgusted when she went digging for these) and a plain white shirt that was definitely not her size.

She felt disgusted in Negan's clothes, but also a smidge of comfort. Because, you know, it's hot as shit.

Eleanor was pacing the room because her mind was so full of worries. Alexandria? Negan? Sasha? She knew the place was surrounded by walkers, but what if one of her friends were one of them? What if it was a part of her family? Or even- No. Her nails were bit down and sore, and she was restless - constantly feeling sick from the anxiety and stress about what just happened.

She honestly had no idea what to do-

What is that?

Elle could hear a rushing sound of a large group of people echoing outside Negan's door, people cheering and shouting as they kept walking further down the hallway. Shit. Eleanor was quick to leave Negan's room and started to push past the workers to see what was going on.

Then she heard Simon's voice boom across the crowd. "Everyone has to return to the factory floor right now!"

A random worker, drenched in sweat, stormed forward and shouted: "I'm not going anywhere!"

"I need to correct you on that point-"

Simon was silenced in moments. The tense aroma was filled with fear as someone shouted gun! Elle went wide eyed and watched as the man in front of her dropped to the floor as Regina fired a bullet. Elle's mouth was agape, her eyes wide, and a moment of sorrow filled her bones. They just wanted some answers. Elle sighed and looked up at Simon, awaiting to see if he did anything about what just happened.

"I am Negan!" Regina shouted, the tip of her gun waving around the place. Jesus Christ. "Anyone else want a bullet?! Anyone?!"

And the most cold and slightly traumatising sound infiltrated Eleanor's ears... and she couldn't decide if she was relieved or angry. The same whistle from the night of the lineup caught everyone's attention - a sinister sound that brought them down to their knees. Fuck that. She may have spent a while here, but you won't catch Eleanor on her knees for a man.

When the two men, covered in Walker guts, towered over the kneeling group of Saviours (and Elle), she felt so relieved to see her friend stand in front of her. "Ah, Regina." Negan said, his eyes lingering on Eleanor's body for a couple of seconds before looking at Regina. "Now, why'd you have to go and do that?"

Eleanor looked down by her feet when she saw a random Saviour tug at her leg. Not a chance. "I am guessing that a lot of you fine folks thought I was dead, chewed up, never to be crapped out again." Lush. "Well, here's a little refresher on who the hell I am. I wear a leather jacket, I have Lucille, and my nutsack is made of steel. I am not dying, until I am damn good and ready."

Negan's eyes slowly made their way back to Eleanor, but she didn't budge to kneel down. She stayed against that wall like she was fucking royalty - Negan loved it. "Now, if you'll excuse me - I am in deep need of a sandwich, a shower and a some of that, uh, shit. What's that band called again? Fuck knows. Hell! I might do it all at once."