The Only One | Negan

21. Match Made In Heaven

We left the car on the side of the road and took out our stuff. Negan drained all the gas from the tank and poured it right after the tree line, in case the Commonwealth decided to check up on our story. It was nearing the late afternoon already so the temperature wasn't too high but not too low either. We both took off our leather jackets and strolled down the road. We did talk throughout the whole walk there - things about our past lives, memories, plans for the future. It was not only a friendly conversation but also needed if someone asked us about the other.

Negan was easy to talk to, his jokes made me laugh almost all the time and if it wasn't for my guilt, I would definitely be head over heels for him.
I mean...I was already.

The walls were made out of hard brick, tall, and with electrical barb wire on top. The door itself looked threatening- huge and metal, with a print of their coat of arms and huge text reading "the commonwealth", blood smeared all over it. There was a watch tower in which stood guards all clad in white armors and holding automatic weapons.

Negan held my hand, intertwining our fingers and I felt his intent to make me feel better. Nonetheless, when we stepped into the clearing in front of the doors and guns were pointed at us, an uneasy feeling started rising up in my chest.

"Weapons on the ground! Put your hands up!" A man on the fence yelled. Negan and I glanced at each other but obliged. He slowly put the bat on the soft grass and I put down my gun. We lifted our hands. "Who are you and what do you want?" The guard yelled again.

Negan cleared his throat and looked up at the man in armor.
"We're here for the Commonwealth. Judging by the gate, I think we're in the right place."

"We seek refuge." I interrupted him. "We were told you guys accept people."

"Who told you that?" The guy asked. I couldn't see his face because of the white helmet he was wearing.

"Some people we met on the road." I replied calmly.

"Where do you come from?" He continued.

"We've been going from place to place, we don't stay anywhere more than a week." Negan said.

"What were your previous occupations?" The trooper asked.

"Baseball coach." Negan replied.

"I was in high school." I shrugged. No need to tell them I'm actually good with combat skills. "But I'm a good gardener."

The trooper turned to the other two and they started talking. He then turned around and took out a radio station. I couldn't hear what he was saying nor what answer he was given, but after a couple of minutes the doors were opened. Negan looked at me with a raised eyebrow and held my hand again. He lifted it to place a kiss on my knuckles and I couldn't help but smile at him.

"Leave all your weapons on the ground." A man with an orange suit came through the gates. He also had a helmet on and judging by the drastically different color of his armor, he probably was their head commander.
We obeyed, although I really didn't want to part with my gun and my knives. Two troopers took them from us and another two took our backpacks.

They led us in and I was surprised just how far off in the distance was the actual town. Before they told us to get into the truck they searched us thoroughly and even went as far to make us open our mouths to check for any suspicious things there. I found it kind of funny, but decided to not say anything and was surprised that Negan kept his remarks to himself too. We sat in the military truck and I scooted closer to Negan. He wrapped a hand around my shoulders and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. The commander in the orange suit drove off and I tried to make a mental note of the surroundings.
The two troopers that sat opposite of us didn't say a word throughout the whole drive. They kept an eye on us almost all of the time, especially staring at Negan, although it was hard to tell given their helmets. He did look intimidating, so I didn't blame their behavior.