🍊tangerine oranges🍊|THE WALKING DEAD|

¤ [25] ¤ 《Sin city》

                         It was well into the night, past ten and as promised, Madam had locked her doors for the night, and Maud was left to sleep in the laundry room.

At least the dry lining would make a nice mattress.

If only Negan would leave, but instead of that, once drawing his name out of her like pulling knotted handkerchiefs from a clown's mouth, he stayed and bade Maud to work.

Watching as she wrung clothes dry.

Maud allowed herself the comfort of not looking at him directly, his eyes took in the shape of her. Maud turned away from Negan, allowing herself a moment to forget that he was watching her.

Maud's clothes were damp and see-through, pulling them off her chest to make distance between her and Negan as he puffed on smoke he got through his entire pack, uncaring to save them.

There wasn't anything else Maud had to do; the clothes hung up and dinner missed, all Maud was waiting for was for Negan to leave her alone.

Of course, he denied her the offer to walk her back to the madam's place, as it wasn't good for girls to walk home alone after dark.

Maud had done it many times with no issue, but she refrained from saying that.

Falling in step behind Negan, it was clear the man was taking his time, his feet drawing circles in the ground as the few they passed got to their knees before him.

He didn't acknowledge them or the way they scrambled off after he passed them.

He did, though, motion for Maud to fall in step with him.

The outside of Madame's, the door was closed, and the front entrance sign was covered up.

Maud didn't bother knocking.

Negan, although they both knew he could open any door he wanted, kept his hands firmly in his pockets.

"I didn't keep you from dinner, did I?" he said in a knowing voice, leading Maud away from Madam's door.

Yes, he had.

The rumble that came from Maud Stomoch was enough to tell him the answer despite Maud's silence.

They were at the market where Negan picked at this or that on each table as he liked, handing Maud things to carry for him as he did.

At first, Maud thought this was just to make up for dinner, but everything he handed to her wasn't anything she could eat without preparing

A chunk of meat.

Vegetables that yes, she could eat raw, but ewwww, who wants to do that?

Once Maud's hands were sufficiently full, Negan went to climb the stairs. Maud followed after him, her shoes clanging down on top of the metal steps.

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Maud didn't know what to expect upstairs.

A torture chamber, with gallows filled with Negans victims, maybe, but no, it was quite a homey set-up past the first few doors, walls painted a nice shade of dark maroon, furnished leather new like they had been stripped from an IKEA catalogue, compleat with a swanky bar with alcohol older than the man in front of her.

Negan led Maud to a kitchen area much like the rest of his place was colour coordinated with matching utensils.

Turning towards Maud, leaning with his back to the kitchen counter, Negan asked Maud.