The Only One | Negan

18. Wildest Dreams

"Oh, oh, can I play that one? It's perfect!" I squealed excitedly when I saw The Doors' "Riders on the Storm" written on the back of the packaging. Without even waiting for an answer I shoved the CD into the player. The beginning notes of the song filled the air in the truck. The rumbling of thunder outside was in perfect unison with the song. We had been driving for a couple of hours now and the rain didn't stop even for a few minutes.

"You like The Doors?" Negan turned to look at me with a surprised expression. "Damn, sweetheart, you never cease to amaze me."

I rolled my eyes and punched his shoulder playfully. He let go of the steering wheel with his right hand and tried to tickle me. I started giggling as he succeeded and he genuinely laughed. I hummed the lyrics to the dark song, tapping my fingers against the dashboard.

We reached a small town that looked absolutely creepy with its empty streets and the flashes of lightning illuminating it, casting shadows on the wet concrete.

"We gotta find a place to stop and rest." I said after a while. The rain was crashing loudly against the front window, relentless downpour threatening to flood the unkept road.

"Good suggestion." Negan sighed with raised brows and leaned towards the steering wheel to look around better. "I think sleeping in the car is our best option. Don't wanna risk it for a house."

"Yeah, I think so too. Maybe pull over right there, under the garage tent of that house." I squinted my eyes and pointed in the direction I was talking about. Negan followed my gaze and swiftly turned right to park under the tent. It was worn out but would suffice for the time as a shelter from the storm.

"Wanna sweep the inside?" He looked at me after turning the engine off.

I bent forward so I could take a better look at the said house. It did look somewhat promising. I puckered my lips and shrugged.

"I don't know. Whatcha think, boss?" I asked him. I was honestly a bit tired for potential walkers and since the last time when the floor crashed under me and I almost died, I wasn't too keen on old dusty houses.

"Let's check it real quick and then call it a day." He proposed, his head turned towards the house. He averted his gaze to me. "Alrighty?"

I nodded and took out my gun from the glove compartment. Then I secured it on my belt, my t-shirt rising up my stomach which of course earned me a wolffish stare from Negan and a whistle. I then pulled my favorite combat knife from its holster.

"Let's go or I will cut you." I stared at him blankly. He grinned and I felt that same warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach once again.

Fuck, I thought and pushed the door open so I can get out of the situation. He followed me to the side door of the house but stopped me before I could open it. His heavy hand landed on my shoulder.

"No, no, no, sweet thing. Thought we had an agreement - I go in first, you follow. Understood?"

I sighed in exasperation and gestured at him to go at it if he wanted to so much.

"You really do like to be dominant, huh?" I commented behind him as he entered the dark hall quietly. He turned over his shoulder with a raised brow.

"For you, I will be as obedient as a hungry puppy." He sent me a flirty wink and swung his bat on his fingertips. I again rolled my eyes.

"Eyes ahead, old man." I whispered. He turned around but I couldn't stop the smile that spread on my lips.

The house smelled putrid which meant problems. As we got into the small kitchen we saw the reason for the odor - a walker was trapped under the fallen fridge, its teeth started clasping angrily when it sensed us. Negan put a knife through its skull, making the awful snarling sound stop. I looked around the living room and saw no potential other walkers so I returned to rummage through the kitchen cabinets. We found some cans of god knows how old Campbell's tomato soup and nothing else. Moving forward to the living room Negan's attention was instantly drawn to the little bar cabinet which still had some unopened bottles of various alcoholic beverages inside. I on the other hand started looking for actually useful things and was happy to find a sewing kit, some matches, a torch, and an iodine solution. Then I took an interest in the vinyl collection - some of the records were broken, but others were completely new. Negan started humming "Riders on the Storm" as he kneeled down next to the cabinet.