ELEANOR . NEGAN

027.

Eleanor had her AR thrown over her shoulder, her other bag filled with some goodies. "We need to get back to Alexandria," She admitted, Michonne nodding in agreement. "Gotta check on Negan, make sure Jude and Maya are alright."

"Ya, I know." Daryl responded gruffly, scratching the scruff on his chin. "Lydia'll be my problem' now. Get some shit outta her... hopefully."

Michonne nudged Daryl in the shoulder and grinned. "You can handle her. Just a teenage girl, ain't she?"

Eleanor smirked. "Shouldn't be too hard-"

"Ya both dicks."

Michonne and Elle giggled, and it was nice to be able to talk without the looming fear of death sneaking up behind them. It was nice to see Michonne smile, to see the slither of a smirk on Daryl's face—it was familiar. "Stay in touch, Dixon." Elle whispered as she hugged him. "Come back to Alexandria at some point, okay?"

He smiled and shook his head. "I'll see-"

"No," Michonne barked while she gave him a side hug. "You will."

-

"He what?!"

Judith and Maya was stood in front of Eleanor with a face of a slapped ass. Their eyes moving from the cell door back to Eleanor's already angry face. With the whole human-walker thing, and Jesus, and Eugene, fucking Lydia too... now she's got Negan to deal with.

"You didn't stop him?!" Elle boomed, her hand to her head. She knew Negan could hear her through his cell window—he wasn't thick. "Tell me what happened."

"I can tell you, doll!" His voice echoed through the window.

Oh my days. "Cau dy geg!" Negan stayed quiet. "Now, what happened?"

"He was climbing the walls,"

"And I found him!" Judith interjected.

Maya nodded her head, "So she grabbed me and he made a run for it."

Eleanor narrowed her eyes. Yeah yeah. The way Maya looked down at Judith, and she'd look up at Maya told enough. "You let him go?!"

"Aw, come on, sunshine—"

"Shut up!" Eleanor's voice was vicious, she was in no mood. She tried to calm herself down... but fucking hell. "Maya, Jude, go home."

"But-"

"No buts!" She fired back. "Go home."

With a look of defeat, the two girls walked away with their head down and a frown. Gosh. Today was not Elle's day. Her bones were aching from the non-stop running from walkers/humans, and she was pretty sure someone punched her in the side because it killed to breathe.

Whatever. Eleanor held her pistol in her hand, cocking it and making sure it was fully loaded. She pushed forward and opened the cell door with a scowl. "What the actual fuck?"

Negan cringed at her voice but still moved forward to be against the bars. "Come on, baby... I came back, didn't I?"

"And you want a fucking medal for that?"

He shrugged. "I'll be fine with a kiss."

"You drive me insane!"

Negan smirked. "Perfect match, I say."

Eleanor pinched her nose bridge and groaned in annoyance. Usually, Negan is easier to look after, but he was insufferable today. "Why did you leave?"

"Door was unlocked." He admitted. "I'd say blame Gabey... but really, you can't keep a big dog locked away forever." She rolled her eyes. "Sooner or later, it's gotta run."