ELEANOR . NEGAN

053.

"Honestly... fellas- or ladies." He jabbed. Right now, Negan was walking through the thick sludgy mud with his vision impaired under a cotton blindfold. "Kinda hard to tell underneath the outfits. I wanna join, alright? I am a joiner... get me a damn application already!"

Negan didn't want to join... he wanted to be snuggled up against Eleanor, preferably naked, while he dragged his hands down her body and listen to her luxurious sounds — clearly that wasn't going to happen.

"I mean, look at you guys, right? Cool ass outfits, the whole back-to-nature paleo vibe?" He chuckled. "You are a survivalists wet dream. Not to mention the number-one selling point, no more bein' eaten by the dead."

The more he talked, the more he accentuated his words with bending his back, the more he returned to his old self. And it was horrible. "But just, out of curiosity 'cause it's killin' me... what you got goin' on down low? Are you flyin' around, commando style? Or do you got like walker long johns with the la-"

Uh oh.

His words were cut off when he felt the cold touch of two large blades capturing his throat. It brought a shudder through his body thinking back to the last time someone cut his neck, but then it brought a glow to his cheeks when he imagined it was Elle and he just pissed her off.

Negan didn't need his eyes however to know who was in front of him. "Whoa, cool your tits there, Jolly Green Giant."

The man hissed, all sinister and wispy, "Noise. Constant noise." Negan inwardly rolled his eyes. "I should just slit your throat — be done with it."

"Okay..." He dragged. "You know what? You're right, big man. I am sorry." Negan twisted his neck slightly, wary of the thick ass blades against his skin. "I never properly introduced myself."

Here goes nothing. Negan gingerly raised his hand and planted across the man (Beta) arm. "I'm Negan." He sighed. "For the last seven years, I have been locked up by your enemy. So you take me to your leader and I will spill every goddamn secret I know." As fucking if.

Negan was going to do no such thing if it meant it'd harm Eleanor, but his words did work since Beta pulled back the knives, and even pulled back his blindfold. Except, it turned into something kinky when Beta's grimy hands pulled the shitty piece of cloth to his mouth instead.

He wished it was Eleanor.

-

Eleanor, Daryl and Carol were all spread out across a fallen tree with their asses in the mud. Big, warm smiles were on their features (okay, Eleanor and Daryl were just smirking) while they chucked acorns at their target in front.

Eleanor was doing a mental tally chart in her head. Carol 4, Daryl 3, Eleanor 6. She was just too good.

It was Daryl's turn again, and when he aimed the acorn to knock the tin container, it scraped the side and bounced off the floor. Carol snorted and nudged him in the side. "Mr. Crossbow, I thought aiming was your thing."

Daryl side-glared her and scoffed. "It's definitely not your thing — back me up, Ellie."

The woman shook her head and squinted one eye. "You're both shit at it," She admitted before chucking the acorn with sickening precision right to the centre of the can. "Learn from the master!"

Daryl had a scowl on his face and Carol was copying his reaction. Elle just laughed and got onto her feet to place the tin can back on the present log. "Look at this shit," Daryl mumbled as he lined up his throw.

It was funny seeing a grown man poke his tongue out the corner of his lips, one eye squinted and wrist flimsy for an easy chuck. Even with all these steps, Daryl threw the acorn and it skimmed the side of the metal and Elle instantly snorted.