Running From You I Negan x Maggie (ENGLISH VERSION)

Chapter 3 - Hold Back

Their panting breaths were music to Negan's ears, signifying that they were still alive, that they were still here. Maggie's breath was heavy; Negan wondered if it was because of the amount of dust they had inhaled, having to crawl rapidly on the ground to evade the walkers.

Negan lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, still under that train car. He glanced sideways and could observe Maggie up close, lying in the same position as him, side by side.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch her breath. Heat emanated from her body; Negan could feel it from their proximity, their shoulders brushing against each other. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of her forehead and disappeared into her tousled hair.

But what caught the man's attention were the droplets of sweat running down her exposed neck, gently descending along the curve of her slightly exposed breasts, as with her slight movement, some buttons of Maggie's neckline simply opened. Okay, Maggie Rhee, you have my full attention. The simple sight made Negan feel like a teenager; he felt his body tense as waves of blood surged directly to his dick. Damn.

"Can you stop staring at me, damn it?" Maggie growled without looking at him, snapping Negan out of his trance.

"I'm waiting for you to open the damn trapdoor, Maggie," he deflected, pointing to a lever just above Maggie's eyes.

Maggie grabbed the handle and forced it, trying twice, but the lever didn't budge. Negan coughed impatiently, receiving in response an annoyed look from the woman.

"It's stuck, it won't open," she let go of the handle, still irritated.

"Let me try," Negan raised his torso slightly to have support as he pulled. One elbow remained next to Maggie's body, while his other hand forced the lever, causing him to have part of his body above her. He also exerted force, but to no avail. Maggie had a wicked smile on her lips as if to say, "I told you so."

The man found amusement in her mockery; he preferred Malicious Maggie to the serious Maggie who completely ignored his existence. Negan began to beat on the trapdoor with the palm of his hand, maintaining a specific rhythm, which made Maggie squint.

"What are you doing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Morse code, darling," Negan widened his smile as if it were obvious. "If our friends are up there, they'll open this for us." Maggie huffed when he said 'our,' she hated how Negan always tried to make it seem like he was part of that group.

"Where the hell did you learn Morse code?"

"You'd be surprised at what you don't know about me, Maggie," she rolled her eyes, which amused him even more. "I have my scout badges tucked away in my room; if we survive this, I'll show you when we get back." Negan gave a half-smirk, shamelessly.

It didn't take a second for both of them to hear a sound of iron above them; it was the trapdoor opening. Both looked up to find Duncan's gaze on them, and it took only a few seconds for Negan to be dragged inside the car by the big guy.

Cole narrowed his eyes at Negan before helping Maggie up, much more carefully.

"What happened back there?" he urgently asked, looking between her and Negan.

"Some walkers caught my leg while I was trying to climb up. I wasn't able to," she explained, looking directly at Negan. "I asked him for help, he saw and let me slip."

Before Maggie could finish her thought, Negan felt his back collide with the glass of the car; Duncan was pressing him against the wall with anger in his eyes.