ELEANOR . NEGAN

087.

"It's not okay!" Elle huffed, dropping down onto her mattress like an actual child. Thats the thing with Eleanor Stark and Daryl Dixon, they can never admit their faults. "Massive flying joke—you know, I'm actually livid, shit, tamping even-"

"You're actually just dramatic." Negan fired back, smirking as she gawked at him.

"Me?" Flabbergasted, she chuckled a pillow at him. He caught it. Whatever. "You- I- You're single-handedly the most dramatic person here!"

"Doll," Negan found this humorous but really, he was on the outlook. Preparing for her switch to flip where she gains some sort of maturity and realises her own faults - around the same time Daryl figures out his. "Calm your damn tits."

"Shut up about my tits." She grumbled.

Negan smirked, "No, I love your tits-"

"I'm not having this conversation with you while in deep emotional turmoil." Negan blinked, that was the longest sentence he heard the woman say that didn't include a certain F-bomb. Damn, he wanted to buy her a reward for it. "You think he's gonna come back before we go?"

Negan bit his lip cautiously and shrugged, lying his body on top of hers, a heavy weight that suffocated her in the nicest way possible. Weighted pressure that made her feel safe and calm, and that was exactly what she needed right now. "Yeah, he'll come back, Sunshine." He mumbled against her skin. "He'd be stupid as chicken shit if he didn't."

Elle sighed and scraped her nails against his scalp, eyes stuck on her bedroom ceiling. It was quiet and silent, assuming thoughts scattering across each wall. "We won't have a comfy bed when we leave."

Negan snorted, "I know."

"We won't have these blankets-"

He kissed her neck, "I know."

"Nor these pillows-"

He dragged his lips down to the plushness of her exposed tits. "I know."

"And-" He sucked a harsh red into her pale skin, "Pack it in!"

"Oh, come on," He dragged with a thick drawl, looking up at her through his long eyelashes and lazy stare. "You deserve a long and pleasuring damn distraction."

Elle gasped (although smiling) and pointed at him. "Watch it."

Negan rolled onto his back and put his hands up over his head, yet that teasing grin never left—it never left. "Don't think about it for now, doll. He'll be back... then you can go all angry-Brit on him." Then he pulled her back down with his hands, "Now we can have hot amazing sex."

Elle laughed, shaking her head in disbelief as she straddled him. "You're such a cunt."

"Blah blah blah," Negan mumbled, sitting up to run his lips along his skin. "Just shush-"

"Me being silent means you're not doing your job right-" Negan gasped and slapped her ass, smoothing it over instantly before he moved his lips to the clearness of her ear. "Hey!" She whined.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard," He whispered into her ear. "That you won't even know your own goddamn name."

"All bark, no bit-"

As if on cue, Negan nipped at her throat. Elle gasped and pushed him back, the man leant back against the headboard with raised eyebrows. "We're not having sex."

His face dropped.

"Why?" He whined.

"Because I say so." Elle smirked but he looked like a little kid who just got grounded. "Pack it in."

Negan pouted, "Fine." He said, grabbing her hips. "You're gonna have to get off me then, Doll."

"No." Elle fired. "You're gonna hold me while I run my fucking mouth, got it?"

"Fine by me."

With a relaxed sigh, she shuffled down his body and rested her head against his chest. Her scar was facing outwards and her hands were tight on his shirt. It was severely domestic and it made her feel grossed out — domesticity was nothing she was used to. Not before, not during, not now. But it was something she didn't know she needed until she was in the bad guys arms, correction: Negan's arms.

"He doesn't get to be mad." Maybe he did, she didn't know. "I mean... I-" Elle huffed. "I didn't get mad. Not at him at least. He- they all ran from guilt and I want to go for-" She stopped herself and looked up at him, he looked back down at her. "You know."

Negan smiled and ran a thumb along her chin. "I know."

"Did you know Daryl wanted to stay?" He raised his brows questioning. "Not stay here at Alexandria... but in the woods. He wanted to go." Negan sighed and ran his fingers along her spine. "I didn't get mad. I never got mad. Because I know what it feels like when everything is so... just- too much. I know. Really, I do."

"But I didn't get mad... I never got mad. Not when Maggie and Glenn left, not when Daryl left, not when Carol went away either. I didn't get mad because I knew how they felt." Elle frowned, "But- but it's my turn now. And I don't want to leave out of sadness and fucking guilt, I'm leaving for something good... and Daryl gets that. So he can't be mad at me for that."

"No?"

Elle shook her head, "No. He wanted to leave for Leah-"

"Hold on, fucking crazy Blondie who got away? That's who he wanted to give everything to?" Negan kissed his teeth in shock, "Goddamn, he needs better taste-"

"Not important." Elle said in a straight face. "Still... he wanted to go for Leah, and I got it. I understood. So... why is he running? Why does he refuse to talk to me because I'm leaving? I mean, that's not fucking fair. He already left me and didn't even think about how I'd feel- or anyone else for that matter."

Negan just forced a gulp as her anger peeked through the harsh words leaving her tongue. "He's my family, my family, always has been. I was there for him after his brother, after Beth, after every single one we lost — I was there! And now he wants to piss off because I want to leave? Does he ever think that maybe I want to go because all this fucking place reminds me off is fucking death? The whisperers, the fucking wolves—fucking your lot." She pinched her nose as Negan halted his soothing movements against her back. "I want to go for something good... and he's making me feel like shit for it."

"I ain't sticking up for him," Negan started slowly. "But he's scared. You just gotta give him a minute, alright?"

Elle scoffed, "Oh, sod off-"

"Doll, what do you do when you're scared?"

"I- I go out." Ah, Elle was slowly grasping onto Negan's words. "When I'm scared, I go out. I calm myself down, and I come back without the need to go ape shit on everyone-"

"Exactly."

i hateeee filler chapters i hateeeee themmmmmm

when i get back to the episodes then updates will be more regular i guess

i got to do daryl and elle reunion then mayas birthday and then elle and negan leaving

and then back to season 11b? or something idk