The Only One | Negan

17. Soil

The sun was shining right on my face and I slowly opened my eyes. The car was empty, Negan was nowhere to be seen. I straightened up, yawning. I shoved the car door open, a pinch of panic starting to set in my chest. He was supposed to wake me up to take second watch but judging by the time, 7 AM, he didn't do it. I looked around and just as I was about to call out for him, two hands wrapped around me lifting me in the air. I didn't scare easily so instead I managed to kick back whoever dared touch me and free myself from their grip.

"Fucking ouch, sweetheart, Jesus."

I turned around to see no other than the man himself, sucking in a sharp breath at the pain in his knee from my kick.

"Don't do that ever again." I warned, rubbing my eyes. "Next time it won't be the knee."

"Well, at least you got good reflexes." He tried to smirk. "I made you coffee, but obviously you're determined to kill me beforehand."

"Oh, that's adorable, boss." I mocked and leaned against the hood of the truck. Negan shot me a deadly stare and circled the car.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I called after him. "We were supposed to split watch."

He came back and offered me a paper cup with what seemed to be instant coffee. I took it from his fingers and lit a cigarette.

"You needed rest. You had a migraine." He stated matter-of-factly, sipping from his cup, and then eyed the cigarette between my fingers. "That's not a healthy breakfast."

"You too need rest." I shot back, ignoring his comment. "I'm driving today, alright? Don't want your sleep-deprived ass behind the wheel."

Negan chuckled, shaking his head.
"Alrighty, sweetheart. As you wish." He sighed and closed his eyes. "Ain't nothing better than a sassy and sexy chick in the morning to wake me up."

"Shut up, nerd." I punched his shoulder playfully. "And also...thank you for the coffee."

"You're so very welcome." Negan wrapped an arm around my shoulder smoothly. "Oh, and by the way, you're fucking cute when you sleep. So peaceful. Not the little monster spitting venom that you usually are when awake."

"Yeah? Thanks." I squinted at him sardonically. "Right back at you."
He smirked down at me and for a few seconds, we just stared at each other silently.

"Right, so." He cleared his throat and stepped away. "Let's hit the road, cuz I can't fucking wait to be passenger princess."

I huffed a laugh and opened the driver's door, getting in the car. I had to pull my seat almost to its maximum so I could reach the pedals and Negan silently snickered at me.

"What?" I scolded him. "I'm fucking short, okay? I'm 5 feet 4. You're like 6.2, you fucking skyscraper."

He laughed and patted my knee.
"You know what they say about short people?" He asked rhetorically, not expecting an actual answer. "They say y'all are closer to hell, that's why you're evil. I see where that comes from now."

"Shut up, you swizzle-stick." I stepped on the gas and maneuvered carefully between the trees to get to the main road.

"Said the person that's the height of a toddler." Negan retorted.

"Said the person that's the height of Bigfoot."

"Smurf."

"Chewbacca."

"Midget."

"Giraffe."

"Alf."

"Hey." I frowned at him. "Too far."