The Only One | Negan

10. Cherry

Fucking hell, my head was pounding.
I opened my eyes slowly and for the first couple of seconds, I couldn't figure out where I was. Why is it so fucking bright in here? Then I saw the gun on my nightstand and it all came crashing down. I rose from the bed and my eyes fell onto the floral dress I was still in. I groaned, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

The room was spinning when I got up on my feet and made my way to the bathroom.

What the fuck happened?

I took a long shower and two tablets of aspirin to ease the goddamn headache. I needed coffee.

Sunday morning was usually very calm and quiet in the Sanctuary because there was no "alarm clock" and that meant people could sleep in. Today was no different as I made my way to the cafeteria, almost stumbling over my own feet. Never again. Never mixing up wine with whatever this rum was. Fuck, I danced with the greatest dickhead ever.

And, fuck, I flirted with him. At least I think I did. Jesus Christ.

The cafeteria was not crowded by any means, some people were chatting, others eating breakfast. I strolled to the coffee table and poured myself a generous cup. No sugar this time, self-punishment, and also hangover medicine I knew from Daryl.

"Oh, there she is." The deep booming voice filled with positivity and humor sounded from behind me. I didn't turn around but I felt his hot breath on my neck. "Hey, Lolita. Hungover much?"

I rolled my eyes and exhaled angrily. Spinning on my heels, I pushed his shoulder with mine a bit on my way to a vacant table. He, of course, followed, his slow steps echoing on the tiled floor.

"Why so cold all of a sudden?" He grinned, sitting opposite of me. He sipped from his cup nonchalantly, staring me down.

"Never been warm." I replied with raised brows.

Negan laughed ominously and leaned over the table so he was out of earshot of the other people around.

"Didn't seem like it when you were sprawled on your bed last night with the biggest 'fuck me' eyes I've ever seen."

"Jesus Christ, you freak!" I hissed with eyes wide open, almost choking on my coffee. What a wonderful way to start the morning. "What the fuck?!"

"Just stating facts, sugar." He smirked, proud of himself that he made me blush ferociously. "Almost couldn't hold myself back." Negan closed his eyes with a smile as if he was recalling the events. "Oh, that little dress of yours, rolling up on your thi-"

"Stop it!" I whipped his hand and he laughed. "What are you trying to do right now? Make me mad?! Congratulations, you did it, you asshole!"

"Not trying to make you mad, sweet thing, just trying to get you to confess," he pointed his finger toward me."that you like me. Isn't that right?"

"Never in a million fucking years." I spat, slapping his finger away from my face.

"We'll see about that." He retorted with a cocky grin.

"You're old, violent, maniacal, crazy, narcissistic, egoistic, arrogant power-tripping dictator, and the biggest dickhead that I know of." I inched closer, counting each word on my fingers. "Keep dreaming."

"See, sweetheart." He managed to grab my hand in his and pull me forward over the table. "I think those are the things that you like about me. Now, I wouldn't be surprised, I too like my girls a little crazy like you."

I stared at him with my mouth open. Fucking impudent bastard.
"Go to hell." I finally said.

"Oh, come on, baby." He grinned. "I'm just messing with you. Although you really fucking wanted me last night."