Here's Princess!

Chapter: 2

So, we left off with Negan running into Princess, so hope you like it, (if anyone's still reading, that is.) Here we go! (ps. Negan's thoughts will be italic, if you didn't notice already.)

"You alone? What do you fuckin' want?" He asks and glances over his shoulder for anyone else who might be hiding in the shadows. 'This chick is fit, and fine as fuck, but, there's no way she's the leader of whatever group lives here, she looks like a Goddamn celebrity going to the red carpet in her obnoxious fluffy pink coat.' Negan thought silently to himself as he studied her.

"Excuse me? You're the one marching in here screaming. Thought you needed help. Now you're acting like. I'M the problem." She snorts at him before she continues.

"I thought I was the last one. I haven't seen another living person in almost a year, and the first one I find seems kinda like a meanie." she puts her gloved hand to her chest like she's appalled.

"It truly IS the end of the world..." she says with a grin at him.

"Glad you finally got the Goddamn memo. About the end of the world I mean." She looked more like a cos-player than an actual survivor of the end of the world.

Negan clears his throat before speaking again.

"Thought this neighborhood was empty." He glances at her gun. Still pointed to the sky, but up and armed nonetheless.

"You gonna shoot me with that thing?" He questions.

"Not really worried. Just curious." He adds.

"If I was gonna shoot you, I'd be pointing it like this." She says pointing it at him now. "See how the dangerous end is pointed at you now? So no. I wasn't gonna shoot you. But now, now I think that's up to YOU. You gonna try to hurt me?" She questions him.

He frowns now at her accusations. "No. I'm not into hurting women for shits and giggles. That shit is so not cool." he tells her, and he genuinely fuckin means it. He slings his gun over his shoulder then digs through his backpack.

"You can stop pointing that thing at me now, or keep doing it if it fuckin' gets you off." He chuckles as he pulls out a can of pork and beans.

"Here. Consider it a peace offering." he rolls it over to her, not wanting to toss it at her, and have her not catch it.

"Sorry. Crap!" She says pointing her gun to the sky.

"Back when I had people around to tell me things, They told me I had a real temper. Sorry- really. I haven't seen someone in so long. I don't even know what to say." She then leans down and grabs the can.

"Alright pork and beans score!" She says with a grin reading the can.

"Actually I never had pork and beans, are they any good?" She questions but keeps talking before Negan can even get a word in.

"Is this real?" She holds up the can in her free hand. "Truth be told, I'm not even 100 percent sure you are real. Are you real?" She questions looking him up and down.

"I haven't ever hallucinated or anything before, but, you know. There's always a first time for everything." She says, and He just listens to her chatter on.

"Say something I wouldn't know...like what's the capital of California." She says looking over at him.

Negan raises an eyebrow then lets out a chuckle before saying "Sacramento." The crazy chick puts a hand to her chin thinking.

"Nuts. Did I know that? This is unnerving stuff." she says and he chuckles again.

"So, you're alone here?" Negan asks and her eyebrows show her rage at the question.