ELEANOR . NEGAN

093.

It must've been heaven as her green eyes fluttered open from the warming sun, sending her pale skin into a golden glow as Negan grabbed onto her tighter. He murmured under the blinding sun and hid his face away; she let out a laugh if anything although it was too early to even muster anything.

Eleanor did know one thing despite the distracting sun — that being content. She, for once in a really long time, felt content. And maybe it was because his strong arms kept her safe, or maybe it was because of the dawn of a new day but whatever it was... it made her content.

Funnily enough, that was better than anything.

"Negan-"

"Not a goddamn chance." He set in stone instantly, grumbling like an old man. "Go. To. Sleep."

Eleanor let out a snicker but decided for once to not be in such a rush of things. She sunk into his hold and watched the sky above fill into a light blue, the rising sun sending beams of warmth through the gaps of the trees. Euphoric, she thought. She felt euphoric.

She looked down at the man but his face was completely hidden into the small of her neck. A soft chuckle left her lips before dragging her hands up to massage his scalp. It was quiet first until a little satisfied sound that was laced with tiredness filled her hearing.

"We have to get up eventually, love." There it was again, that stupid term of endearment that sounded so charming with her accent. Something so rare that every time she said it, it filled the man with warmth. "I'm half-naked on a red blanket in the middle of a forest."

"Mhm." He said in a know-it-all tone. "So we like bumpin' uglies in God's creation — boohoo, doll."

"Don't call it that," She shuddered. "Bumping uglies, that's so fucking gross."

Negan didn't say anything else besides laughing against her skin, vibrations running through her body at his gruff voice. It made goosebumps run along her skin... why does he still have this effect? "Negan, Nelly, we seriously need to get up."

"Nuh uh, doll-"

"You can't nuh uh me!" She scolded.

"Think I just did."

"Well, take it back-"

"No."

"Negan!" Fed up, clearly, she gripped his shoulders and pushed him upwards. "Get up."

"You know," he groaned as he sat himself up straight. "You ruined a perfectly good morning."

She rolled her eyes, "You're so dramatic."

"It's in my blood, doll. What was it you called me? Charismatic?" Negan smirked, "You got that so Goddamn right, Sunshine."

With a small laugh, she rolled over and got up on her feet. "Charismatic and dramatic are two different things." She bent down to grab her jeans and put one foot in, "Charismatic means charming- Negan, hands off." She shot him a glare and he looked back with a guilty look, almost as if he didn't poke her ass cheek when she tried to tug her jeans on. "And dramatic means—"

"I know, I know." He ran his hand along his jaw and looked over at her, watching as she rummaged through her camo bag and pulled out some fluffy socks; one green and the other yellow with orange details like it was a chick. He didn't find it odd now, maybe because he was used to it. "Do my buttons, please."

Negan tore his eyes away from her camo bag and looked at how she was standing right in front of him, the zip and buttons of her jeans right in front of his face. For crying out loud, "Doll." He grabbed onto her hips. "You're actually killing me."