In a world ruled by fear, survival comes with a price.
When her brother's attempt to overthrow the Saviors fails, Tessa finds herself under Negan's watchful eye-protected, controlled, and dangerously close to the man she should hate. As violence, po...
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Rick stumbled in, half- supporting Aaron, who limped beside him, bruised and barely upright from the beating he'd taken from the saviors. Ricks face was tight, jaw locked in fury.
"We had an agreement," Rick snapped, glaring at Negan
"Rick! Look everyone, it's Rick!"
Negan's voice boomed across the street. He stepped forward, grinning like he'd been waiting to unveil a surprised. Lucille rested casually on his shoulder, swinging with each smug step.
"Ah your people are making me lose my voice doin all this yelling. Rick, how about a thank you?"
Ricks eyes flickered towards the porch. Carl. Rosita. Olivias body.
Then, Tessa. His sister.
Her hand pressed to her jawline. Blood soaking her fingers. Her face pale and trembling. Rick's breath stuttered. His entire body went rigid.
"Tessa..." he whispered, voice cracking open. Tessa couldn't look at him.
"I mean look, I know we started this relationship with me beating the holy shit out of your friends, but how about a thank you? Your kid hid in one of my trucks and killed a bunch of my men! I brought him and your sister home! I even fed them spaghetti!"
Carl dropped his eye to the ground, unable to look Rick in the eyes, knowing the disappointment he felt.
"Spencer here, well, he wanted me to kill you and put him in charge. I took him out...for you. Another one here, she shot Lucille trying to kill me! unfortunately, we had to get payback. Arat here picked poor Olivia." Rick clutched his fist, breathing shaky, watered radiating off him.
"Your shits waiting for you at the gate. Just go."
Negan raised a brow, "Sure thing, Rick. Right after I find who made this bullet."
"It was me..." Eugene desperate cries are heard.
"Lucille give me strength" Negan sighs.
"Im gonna be relieving you of your bulletin maker, Rick. That and whatever you left me at the gate. And however much you scavenged, it's not good enough, because you're still in a serious, serious hole after today."
Before leaving, Negan paused mid-step. He turned back toward the porch, that slow, predatory smile forming against.
"Darlin.." he drawled
She stiffened instantly. Negan closed the distance in just a few slides. Tessa didn't move, couldn't. Her breath caught in her throat as he stopped directly in front of her.
He reached up and cupped her chin roughly, fingers digging into her jaw, his thumb pressing right onto the fresh cut he'd carved into her skin. Tessa winced, eyes watering from the sharp sting. Negan smirked.
"Take care of that, sweetheart," he murmured.
Then, without warning, he leaned in and pressed a soft, mocking kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering just long enough to make her blood run cold. Ricks entire body went rigid.
Negan laughed under her breath at the reaction, then shoved her skin away like she was noting.
'Don't miss me too much," he said with a wink, Turing his back on her as if she held no more wave than a toy he'd put down.
