Termination ➵ Rick Grimes/Negan (TWD)

Chapter 11

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I raised up in my bed, watching as Negan walked into the room with a plate of food.

"Did you sleep good?" He asked.

I nodded and he sat down by my feet before handing me the plate.

"You cooked?" I asked.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Thanks." I replied as he handed me a fork.

"So wanna come with me to the infirmary when you get done?" He inquired.

"What for?" I asked.

"To see the doctor about the baby." He replied.

"You have a doctor?" I inquired.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Okay." I replied.

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"Hi! I'm Joanne. I'm the Doctor here at the Sanctuary. It's nice to meet you, I've heard great things about you." The Doctor stated as I sat down on the table in one of the rooms of the infirmary.

I just gave her a smile before Negan put his hand on my back.

I immediately wanted to push him away from me because I'm still pissed at him and don't fully trust him.

"Negan, I need you to come to the gates right now." I heard someone say through Negan's walkie talkie.

"I'll be back as soon as I can get back." Negan told me.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked to Joanne who was already glaring at Negan.

Negan left the room and Joanne sighed and looked to me.

"Men are idiots." She replied.

I stayed quiet although I agreed with her.

"I mean, Negan out of all people has a wife and has a baby on the way. That's some crazy shit to me." She stated.

"We aren't anything right now. We're just two people trying to be civil and prepare for this baby." I replied.

She was definitely new here. Although Negan pisses me off, he's still a good man.

"I mean, couldn't he stay with you for five minutes just to see the baby?" She asked.

"I suppose he could've." I replied.

"Yeah. He could've. It wasn't an emergency." She huffed.

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I looked to the screen, feeling most of my worries drift away as I looked at my baby for the first time on the screen.

"We might even be able to see if it's a boy or girl. I'm not sure how far along you are, but I'm thinking around ten weeks." Joanne declared.

After not being able to detect the gender, she wiped the gel off of my stomach and printed me some photos.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"Good luck with Negan!" She called after me.

I left the infirmary and began walking down the street while looking at the ultrasound photos.

Once I got back to the house, I found Negan sitting on the couch, eating.

Rage went right through me and I tried to control myself from getting his food and pouring it all over his head.

"Busy day, huh?" I asked sarcastically.

"I thought you were somewhere else, so I thought I'd just come back here." He replied.