The Only One | Negan

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The next day at 8:40 I was in front of the convoy of parked trucks. Surprisingly, I was not the only one who was early as Christian walked towards me, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Morning." He greeted me and leaned against the railing next to me. "How'd you sleep?

"Didn't sleep." I admitted and lit up my cigarette. I honestly didn't blink all night and the only thing keeping me standing was the fact that I was about to see my family. Never thought that the asshole Negan will let me see them, but I guess I was doing well enough for him to reward me.

"Then what did you do?" Continued Chris, shuffling closer. He was obviously trying to sound seductive which only made me snicker internally. Poor guy.

"Sharpened my knives. Cleaned my gun." I let my head fall back and exhaled the smoke in a little milky cloud.

"You're such a tomboy." He laughed.

"Yeah? And you're a pus-"

"Good fucking morning, everyone!" The booming voice of Negan cut my sentence short.

I turned my head to look at him. He swung his bat playfully, hair slicked back to perfection and a red scarf adorning his neck beneath the jacket. A flock of men came out after him, suddenly filling the space. He spun around to face me, his smirk bold as he scanned me up and down.

"Don't you look astonishing." He teased and his hazel eyes shifted to Christian next to me. "You too, old sport. You tryna flirt with her? You know, impress the girl?"

Christian shook his head vigorously, gulping.

"Damn right you ain't." Negan told him ominously and motioned to the car. "C'mon let's go. I miss Rick a lot and can't wait to see his handsome face already."

I rolled my eyes and followed him to the black GMC. My eyes went up to scan the building one last time and I saw Sherry at one of the windows peering down at us. Her lips were pursed tight and her gaze darted fastly from Dwight to Negan to me. I gave her a slight smile and she did too.

We pulled out of the Sanctuary's yard and onto the road. Negan was gripping the steering wheel with force, and by what I could see beneath his fingerless leather gloves, his knuckles were turning pale. He suddenly wasn't in such a good mood and I peeked at him with the corner of my eye.

"Who pissed in your coffee?" I asked, propping my feet up on the dashboard. His eyes followed my motion but he didn't stop me.

"Was that guy really flirting?" He ignored my question.

"Yeah, he's been doing it for a week now, but he isn't succeeding-"

"You want him to stop?" He interrupted me, his voice low. "You just gotta say the word."

"What are you suggesting?" I chuckled. Negan shrugged with a faint ominous smile. "I can handle myself. In fact, I was just about to tell him he's a pussy, but you showed up and interrupted me."

Negan laughed wholeheartedly and placed a hand on his chest.

"Ah, sugar, you just made my day. Why'd you break his heart like that? You don't like softies?" He requested through chuckles.

"No, not my type. Growing up with people like my father, Daryl, and such, the bar of my expectations is set high." I fidgeted with the belt of my leather jacket. "Christian is nowhere near that. You gotta think about the men in your close circle, you know. He's weak."

Negan only hummed in response and the rest of the car ride was quiet.

The chipped and rusty doors opened slowly as we arrived. I shot right out of the car and jumped straight into Daryl's arms, pushing him back with the force I slammed against him.