The Only One | Negan

14. True Colors

The summer evening was bringing a fresh coolness that was well-needed after the hot day.
The Saviors were still walking around the streets and enjoying the different outlook of the town. So very different than the grey landscape and dark halls of the Sanctuary. When they saw me coming they saluted me and Daryl huffed a laugh.

"You a royalty now or what?" He asked.

"No, they just value hierarchy. Also, I saved this guy's life." I nodded my head in Mike's direction. "And I'm friends with the blonde girl over there. Laura. Oh, and they're scared of Negan. They know he fancies me."

"He's making it damn obvious too." Daryl grunted. "What is he tryna do, make you a wife?"

"I'm too valuable as a soldier to lock me up and make me paint my nails all day. So, no, not that. I actually don't know why he likes me that much." I scratched my neck and sat on the bench under the big plane tree in the center of the small community.

"You're likable, that's why." Daryl said, sitting next to me and sprawling his legs.

"Am I?" I looked at him, smirking disbelievingly.

"Yeah, you are. Whatcha mean?"

"I don't know. I thought I scared men away." I said, gazing over the small pond with water lilies. They were so beautiful and delicate, floating above the water. "I prefer to scare men away."

I never had problems with men - if anything, I usually had to push them away. But I wasn't shy, I wasn't nervous around them. In actuality, I always seemed to capture their attention, although I rarely gave mine to any of them. I had a few short-lived relationships with guys that I found worthy or when I wanted to just have fun for a while, not only before the world went to shit. Of course, I was head over heels for Daryl for so long that nobody else could take my attention away from him. But although I was usually confident and outgoing, I could also be cold and just the right amount of scary when I needed to be. And again, when I wanted, I was good at flirting, good at seducing, good at wrapping men around my finger. Maybe because all those small relationships and hook-ups never led to anything serious, except a bit of fun and just gathering some much-needed experience in all the aspects of a relationship, I never got attached to any of those guys. I also never let myself open up to them completely, always kept a safe distance and none of them seemed worthy enough for the "big thing". Making out and doing some other dirty stuff was enough but when things got heated, I always found a way out of it. I just never trusted them with that, I wanted it to be someone special and someone I truly was in love with. The one I wanted most didn't see me in that light, or, as it turns out now, he never told me he did. But in recent I just pushed every man away. I didn't need anything like that right now, I was content with being alone. None of them could make me interested, they were all...bland. Not thrilling enough. Enticing, manly, charming. Not like...whatever.

"You do. You threatened Spencer with a knife."

"He was being a pushy jerk and an absolute idiot. I didn't like him hitting on me. Plus, he looked vanilla."

Daryl laughed wholeheartedly.
"Vanilla?"

"Yeah, he was a softie. I don't like softies. Why do you think I had a crush on you, son of the anarchy?" I pushed his shoulder, giggling.

"Am I interrupting something?" A deep voice came from behind us and my heart sank.
A heavy palm was placed on my shoulder and one on Daryl's, whose face became sour.

"You're early." I said in an even emotionless tone.

Negan stood in front of us, his tall figure looming over hazardously.

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I don't have a fucking Rolex on my wrist, sweet thing." He said matter-of-factly. "Kiss your boyfriend goodbye and let's go."