ELEANOR . NEGAN

066.

heavy trigger warnings in this chapter: self-harm, alcohol abuse and domestic abuse. along with suicide.

Eleanor was tucked sweetly under the strength of Negan's arm, his slender fingers sprawled across her waist and bringing her closer every time she moved. She was worried, he could tell. Daryl was on a perimeter patrol, Judith tagging along with him. The woman was itching to be a part of it but with her lungs not working, she was stuck with Negan.

It wasn't such a bad thing.

"Do you think Aaron's alright?"

Negan looked down at Elle and shrugged, "He's got that good ol' stump, right?" She nodded her head. "He'll be fine."

"What about Alden?"

He sighed and shrugged once more. These damn questions. "Sure, doll. He'll be alright too."

"And Jesus?" Negan nodded? that was good enough for her.

After the events at Hilltop, everyone knew (Eleanor knew) that the next place they'd go was Alexandria. Everyone did a mass evacuation and headed to a run-down hospital building that they're already cleared out when they went on a hunt. Funnily enough, it was cleared out when looking for things for Negan — but whatever.

Once they realise Alexandria is empty? Then they'll head to Oceanside. That's why Aaron, Jesus and Alden weren't with them at the hospital.

"I should help-"

"Did you get a concussion when that damn cave hit you?"

"You trying to be funny?"

"No need to try in my world, doll." He winked.

She scoffed. "I don't know what world you're living in, Nelly, but you need a fucking reality check."

"Oh, come on, baby," He had to stop saying that. His thick drawl just elongated the word and it sent a warmness to her cheeks and somewhere else. "You've been so nice-"

"I was squashed-"

"Don't ruin it now."

Eleanor rolled her eyes, because he was really fucking annoying. But ain't that what kids did in school? Elle didn't know but she did cuddle closer into him. Her hand was along his chest, his leather jacket off and a new blue shirt on underneath. She was tucked under his arm but also under his jaw, and sometimes, subconsciously (because she was beaten up and clearly lost her mind) she'd lean up and kiss him on the jaw.

Good thing they were hid away in a random nook of the hospital.

"I saw Alpha in her naked glory."

What. The. Fuck.

"Pretty gross, didn't like it."

What. The. Fuck.

"Much preferred you."

Wyt ti'n ffyc bonkers?

Elle pulled away from his hold and looked at his face. She was scanning for the joke, or the sarcasm, or the teasing, but nothing was there. He was telling the truth. "Beth?!" She screamed.

Negan's face screwed up in confusion. "Who the fuck is Beth?"

"In what fucking situation puts you in seeing her naked?!"

"You jealous?" He pushed, smirking like a teenage boy who winds up the girl he likes—whatever. "She called me crass. I don't think I'm that damn bad, but fuck it."

"Oh, well at least me and Alpha agree with one fucking thing." She pointed at him. "Explain. Now."

"I think you're jealous-"