Kneel For Negan

Happy Thanksgiving

Warnings: Language 

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"Look up at me doll. I'm not playing your fucking schoolgirl games today." Negan growls lowly, using the tip of Lucille to lift your chin. Some of your hair was shielding your eyes, but you could see the attractive features of his face through the strands. 

You took the rubber band that was around your wrist and slowly pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, keeping your eyes locked with his the whole time. As teasing as it may be for him to watch you do something like this, especially in a kneeling position, you knew better than to seduce him in front of the Saviors like this. You were just merely making it easier to look at him vice versa. 

"I'm not sure what you mean, you forget yourself, sir." A sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of your lips. It was the truth, though, he always thought you were playing games with him even though you weren't intending to - at least not when the two of you aren't alone. 

He chuckles, throwing Lucille up over his shoulder, but tightening his grip around the grip. It annoyed you how random he was with these sort of things, you could be planting the garden and he would just come over and do a check-up on everyone - it didn't matter what you or anyone else was doing, whatever Negan wants Negan gets.  

"Do any of you know what day it is today?" He asks, redirecting his attention to everyone surrounding you - which was really only about ten or so other people. You were busy tending to the stocks before you had been so rudely interrupted. 

"November twenty-fourth, sir." You answer quickly, wanting to get this over as fast as possible because you didn't want to forget what number you were on with the stocks. 

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"Well shit, I don't fucking think I fucking asked you now did I?" 

"Well, you said 'do any of you', and correct me if I'm wrong Neg- sir, I do believe that the question was geared towards all of us." 

Challenging Neganwas truly a line crosser, but you got away with it because you were the only one who would ever take that sort of risk. The first time you had challenged him was around the time you arrived at The Sanctuary, he was taken aback by it and went on this long spiel how utterly bothersome it was for him to kill women - himself, of course -  but that he couldn't have someone living in his place who is just going to defy his rules and disrespect him; how ironic. It wasn't that you want to disrespect him, you were extremely grateful for the protection he was willing to give to you - it's just you weren't going to let him think he had you wrapped around his finger. For some odd reason, he chose not to have you killed, but instead had asked for your hand in marriage - which you didn't even hesitate before turning down. It was insane that in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, this man would ask for your hand in marriage before even knowing you for a whole month AND he had more than one wife. He seemed displeased by your rejection, but nonetheless took it like a champ and pushed it aside. 

"Since you want to be so fucking smart, I'm guessing you fucking know it's a holiday too." He gets down on one knee and swings his arm across it, Lucille still resting on his shoulder in the opposite hand. 

"Yes, Thanksgiving. Thank you for everything you've given to us, thank you for protecting us." You put all the sincerity in your words as you could, in hopes to alter his annoyance even by a little. Your irritation was growing, you just wanted to finish what you started. 

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He narrows his eyes as if to study you, picking out the fakeness of your words so it seemed. Maintaining eye contact with him was something that you always told yourself that you would do, never wanting to show submission but at this very moment you were struggling. His eyes showed a flash of anger and it worried you that you may have upset him, just because you seemed all strong and confident, that didn't mean you weren't intimidated by him. 

Just as you were about to look away, to your relief, he stood up and kicked at the ground. "Everybody back to work, but you," he swings Lucille back down and points it directly in your face, "I want you to come with me." 

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"Sir, I'm really - 

"Sorry? Sorry for fucking what, doll?" Negan placed Lucille up against one of the cabinets, making sure to lock the door as well. He had brought you back to his own room which felt different because you knew not even his wives were in his room very much, he'd always go to their room if he wanted something from them or if he wanted something brought to him he would request one of his wives to bring it to him. 

"I just wanted to finish the stocks." You mumble, tucking a couple stray strands behind your ear. "I didn't want to lose count." 

"Lose fucking count? You're telling me that while you were on your knees for me, you decided to slowly pull that little teasing fucking game that you always do and put your hair into a dick-sucking style. Not only that, you call me out on forgetting myself or whatever the shit that means and you follow it up with a challenge? You defy me and make me look ridiculous in front of my people all fucking because you don't want to lose damn count? You think your shit numbers mean anything? You think when my men and I go on supply runs, we pay attention to whatever irrelevant numbers you put down on paper? Well, happy fucking Thanksgiving doll, doesn't seem like I have much to be thankful for coming from you." His tone was definitely laced with anger, he was furious and unfortunately you could slightly see where he was coming from.

That didn't mean he had to basically say that what you do is worthless, honestly the only reason why you keep track of numbers is to make it easy on them - so they won't have to search for supplies that no one needs right now. 

"I'll marry you." The words escaped your mouth quicker than lightning, you wanted to say something he wanted to hear rather than take the time to let your own frustration boil over. Becoming one of his many wives wasn't something you wanted to hold as a title, but at that very moment you couldn't worry about it. "Happy Thanksgiving to you, sir, I apologize that I haven't done enough to make you happy, but I must say, I have plenty to be thankful for and it's all because of you." 

His facial features changed, but he became more confused than anything else. He walked over to where you were standing which made your heart race a little more, but not because he was a couple inches taller than you or that you were intimidated, it was because he didn't seem as angry anymore. This clearly meant that he was intrigued by the idea of you finally agreeing to marry him.

"What made you change your mind?" 

Taking a steady breath, you place your hand on his leather jacket. If an explanation was what he wanted, an explanation certainly wasn't what he was going to get and that's all because you didn't know what to say, there really was no reason for your change of mind. 

Swiftly dropping back down to a kneeling position again, you peered up at him with hesitant eyes. "I just have a lot to be thankful for, I guess, would you like me to show you?" 

"Is that even a fucking question?" 

Perhaps he was just going to have to change his mind and rethink about what he has to be thankful for.