𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 On hold

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕

    𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 herself slowly walking towards the room that Laura had told her the party was being held at. She didn't quite know why, but she could feel her anxiety over taking her. Her finger tapping against her arm as if her life depended on it. She knew she had to make an appearance, other wise, why even throw a party? She didn't know why she was so nervous, maybe it was because she hadn't been to a party since before the fall. Maybe she was nervous to see Negan. 

Finally walking into the room, everyone turned towards her, she swallows thickly, looking around for Laura or Arat or even Simon. But her eyes landed on Negan, he smirked devilish at her, looking her up and down, taking in every inch of her body. She felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat, remembering what she was wearing. 

"You look amazing!" Regina says while handing Jaylynn a drink. She gladly takes it, sending Regina a smile.

"So do you!" Jaylynn says sweetly. 

"Negan can't take his eyes off you, mission completed." Arat says as she claps Jaylynn on the back. Jaylynn rolls her eyes at the almond skinned girl.

"Well, he can look but he can't touch." Jaylynn remarks before taking a sip of the cold beer. "Y'all do know you didn't have to throw a party, right?" Jaylynn asks as she looks around at all the people within the room, most of which had beers in their hands. 

"Of course we did, you've broken a record." Regina remarks, smiling at the girl.

"I may have broken record, but a party really wasn't necessary's." Jaylynn retorts.

"Quite acting all socially awkward, your Jaylynn fucking Davis, Negan's Lieutenant! And it's the end of the world, live a little!" Arat remarks, smirking at Jaylynn. 

"Fine." Jaylynn gives in, taking another sip of the beer. "Thank you for the party-"

"Come with me, sunshine." His voice, smooth like velvet, sending shivers down her spine. Jaylynn clothes her eyes at his touch yet again, cursing under her breath for being so weak for him, weak. Jaylynn shoots her eyes open as if they burned to be closed. She turns to find the one and only man that could make her fall to her knee's with only a single look. Jaylynn glances down at Negan's hand that he had led out for her. She looks back up at him, catching his gaze.

They say love is fates of two, entwined, Jaylynn never thought that was true until Lucifer himself waltzed into her life. His deep drown eyes laced with sin, his god like body modeled to perfection, inked up with tattoo's as if he were a canvas. The aura of power and dominance that follows him. The intoxicating smell of death, cologne and leather that surrounds him. He's all seven of the deadly sin's. 

He flashes Jaylynn his signature toothy grin as she takes his hand, a hand scarred with murder. She knows he's killed many, but she still takes his hand, knowing he'd never harm her the way he does other's. Besides, in this new world, who hasn't killed?

Jaylynn can't deny that she doesn't find him attractive. She wants to feel his warmth, his touch, she wants to smell his cologne, she wants to know every sin he's ever committed and then love him anyways. Jaylynn knows he's wrong for her, but she will wants him. Negan is the darkness she's always craved. 

Negan walked them outside, the cold night air nipping at Jaylynn's exposed skin, she shivers lightly. She watches as Negan leans against the medal bars, looking out at the walkers that are chained to the fence. 

"Negan, why'd you bring my out here.. It's cold." Jaylynn says softly, Negan glances over his should at the girl before standing up straight, taking off his leather jacket. He holds it out for Jaylynn to take, happily she does.