𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭† negan✔[Complete]

𝕊𝕚𝕩.

"Shit." I hear Negan chuckle from outside of my Hummer, "Alright. I'll be right there." I sit up on the thin line of the air mattress, wincing at the burning on my legs, "you up in there?" he asked as he opened the door.

"Yeah, I just woke up." I slide out of the seat, picking out what was left of my window from my legs, "where are you going?" I asked Negan as he came over to kiss me goodbye. I didn't want him to leave me just yet.

"I'm going to take your truck in for repairs. You take mine, meet me at the warehouse later." He brought out my bag, my clothes, leading me over to his truck, "Lucille and I have some shit to deal with after last night." He kissed my temple. He was sweet when he wanted to be, "so get dressed, go get cleaned up, and meet me there in two hours. Deal?"

"Deal." I smiled, dropping the sheet to get dressed.

"You're not playing fair." He slid his shades against his eyes as he forced himself to turn away. He wore his usual grey jeans, a leather jacket, a red scarf tucked into the collar, black boots, and a white long sleeve under the jacket. No doubt hiding the marks on his neck and body. I watched him walk like an arrogant asshole with Lucille on his shoulders to my truck, "don't be late, I don't want to miss you for too long."

"I won't. I promise." I finish getting dressed, throwing my hair up into a pony tail before climbing into the driver seat. The pedals were cold against my bare feet, "hey, stay sexy baby." I blow him a kiss, making Negan smile before driving off. I sighed, watching my yellow Hummer drive off into the distance without me in it before driving off as well.

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Pulling up to my moms house, I park Negans truck out front and slide out of the seat, "you're home. And not in your own truck." Chris tells me as he crosses his lawn to come over, "what happened to spending time with our families? Is that blood on you?" I move out of his reach when he went to touch my leg.

"Yeah, I got in some kind scuffle and got my window broken out." I tell him. he didn't need to know any more than that, "that's why I have this truck." I take my bag as I walked towards the house.

"His window is busted out too." Chris points out as he follows me, slipping into the house after I let myself in before I could shut him out. He stood there in the foyer, watching me. Always watching me like I would do something interesting. Like I was his own personal freakshow.

"As if I don't get enough of you back home." I push him out of the way, "I have stuff to do, so please leave me alone." I took the chance of having him out of my personal bubble to head up to my room for a shower.

"Is he better in bed than I am?" Chris asked as we walked up the steps, "please, be honest." he says, like it was a big deal if Negan did things for me that he couldn't. I wanted to give him every detail about it, but I kept that to myself. Knowing he would pout and mope for the rest of our lives because he thought he was the best person I could ever possibly sleep with.

"Why? You want me to tell you, that an older man is better than my drugged up best friend in bed?" I asked him, "cause he is. He's older than you, and knows what to do with himself." I scoffed when he looked at me.

"Hey, I know how to have sex!" His eyebrows furrowed, "I'm good in bed and you know it."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I can totally be the judge of that and Negan is far better than you. He does the things you're too much of a pussy to do to me." I shut him out of the bathroom as I go to clean my cuts and shower.

"That hurts. I thought you liked having sex with me." His voice was muffled, "you don't tell me what you like inn bed, how was I supposed to know?"