ELEANOR . NEGAN

045.

Negan stood in front of Eleanor with that angry glare she was used to back in the Sanctuary. A glare she hasn't seen for a long fucking time. But at this point, she gave zero shits. "You are a fucking cunt!" She screamed, banging her closed fists against his chest. "How- I mean, what is wrong with you?"

"Oh, what's wrong with me? What's fucking wrong with me, doll?" He screamed back. His voice deep and gruff but laced with pure anger. It should scare her, it didn't. "Let's take a goddamn trip down memory fucking lane and recall what the shit is wrong with you!"

"Oh, no- no!" She laughed back, all condescending. "You do not get to bring up what's wrong with me, I am fucking fine!"

"Fine? You're fine?" It was like a punch to the gut when he started to sourly laugh, inching closer to her. "You don't fucking sleep-"

"Oh, my flying fuck — nobody cares about my shitty sleeping patterns!" She was so sick and tired of everyone being so concerned with her. They weren't before, so why now?

Negan shook his head. "You don't sleep, you don't go out — nobody fucking trusts you anymore and at this fucking rate, you got a higher death average than a goddamn walker!" He hissed. "How long are you gonna say you're not fine, huh? How many more fucking people will you get killed because you can't even admit you're not okay?! Everyone you knew is dead because you can't think fucking straight — because you're too busy moping about to do the right goddamn thing!"

Elle silenced herself. But not because he was right. Regret laced his features as soon as them words fell from his now chapped lips, the way his widened eyes in deep anger fell softer when he realised what was said. What he said.

And when he looked up at Eleanor to try and read how she took his words, his head bounced back when she lifted her fist and punched him in the nose. Pain radiated through his whole body while the tingly feeling of pure hell brought a sprinkle of tears and even when blood spilled from his nose and mixed with his dirty skin, he still felt regret.

Elle took a staggering step backwards, maybe in shock, maybe in mental pain, as the anger she once held so strongly was immediately gone. She was upset, crying if anything. Tears were falling from her eyes and running across her cheeks, falling down her jaw and dropping to the floor in a slight thud.

"I'm so dumb." Elle mumbled into the air, her voice shaky and unstable. She was pointing at him, the tip of her finger in his face. "I'm a fucking idiot. Why did I ever think you'd- I mean, what's wrong with me? You messed up — again! And you just- why didn't I expect this shit?"

"Sunshine," He groaned, holding his nose.

"Stop fucking calling me that! You don't get to- to blame me for the deaths I already blame myself for and then call me sunshine like everything is all okay. Like you didn't blame Aaron for Eric's death, like you couldn't just keep your mouth fucking shut!" She was screaming again, Negan wanted to leave. "Ffyc!" Elle bellowed, her sadness now mixed with anger, a vicious sight to see. "Wyt ti'n bonkers? Ti cont! Fucking casau ti, dw i'n ffyc casau ti! Ti dim gwerth rhech dafad!"

Negan has seen an angry Eleanor for a while now. If anything, he knew how to handle an angry Eleanor because that was all he ever saw. But this? When she's spewing nonsense into his face which is clearly not English? He might've shit himself.

When he went out to reach for her arms, maybe calm her down to not alert anymore walkers, she slapped at his wrists and brought her knee up — he fucking jumped back. "Leave me the fuck alone!"

"Fucking walkers are gonna hear you-"

"Then let them hear me, Negan. Fuck, if we are lucky, I might also be the reason you fucking drop dead too since that's what you think!"