Negan wasn't always the tyrannical leader he became during the apocalypse. Before he had a meager life. A wife. A house. Bills. Even a mistress. But when Lucille was diagnosed with cancer he took it as a sign from above that he needed to stop. Devot...
"Fucking fuck. There's still fucking leftovers.. " Negan muttered to himself as he slammed the refrigerator door shut. Grunting as his stomach growled in protest. Picking up his cellphone from the counter and dialing for the pizza palace.
"Yeah I want to get a large meat lovers and some bread sticks. Delivery to apartment three oh seven in BriarRidge apartments. Awesome thanks. " Hitting the end call button as he laid the phone down. Looking up as Rachel came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe with her hair up. He just grinned walking over and putting his arms around her slender waist.
"I ordered pizza because I don't want to fucking see turkey for another damned year. You're a damned good cook but you went a bit overboard babe. " She laughed in unison with him, nodding.
"Yeah.. I suppose I did.. Sorry. I just wanted to make sure it was good. " She shrugged as she leaned up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"I was thinking. And if it's okay with you..... " She uttered reaching her hands to play with the collar of his shirt. He raised an eyebrow but continued to smirk at her.
"What's on your fucking mind? "
"Well.. For winter break. We get two whole weeks off. Why don't we take a mini vacation? Just us. Go somewhere warmer for a few days. " Her eyes lit up at the thought. Imagining her and Negan running down the warm beach in Florida together. Showing off her body to him proudly.
"I've got points saved for tickets. I'll get tickets and you can get the hotel. That sound fair?" She practically was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited for him to answer. Frowning as he seemed lost in thought and unimpressed by her offer. But he quickly grinned pulling her off her feet and spinning her around.
"Beach with my fucking gorgeous girl? Hell yeah! Let me go find my speedos and lotions. " Winking as he pressed a firm kiss to her lips, feeling her legs go around his waist as they shared this moment. Things were going good for them since Thanksgiving. His admission to loving her was something they both needed. Making the other feel even more wanted and appreciated. He chuckled as she put her hands on the sides of his face as they kissed. He breaking it first as he sat her on the kitchen counter. Hands moving down to her hips.
"You're fucking something else Rachel. I love it. I love you. " He muttered softly, leaning in to rest his forehead against hers. Closing his eyes as he relished in this moment. Thankful for these new memories he was creating with her. Everything else had been forgotten for now.
"I love you too ." She uttered softly in response. Smiling brightly as she ran her hands through his short hair. "You're so sweet to me. But also so intimidating. Like a big teddy bear. " She couldn't help giggle at the way she described him.
"A fucking bear huh? " A grin stretched from ear to ear now as he leaned back, making a low growl before leaning back in to nibble at her neck. "...And this fucking bear is hungry then. "
"Well.. T-The pizza.. " She sighed heavily feeling her skin tingling from his touch and the light scruff over his chin. Biting down on her lip as she let herself relax for a moment. Knowing there'd be a fresh hickey but it didn't bother her. Most of the time she proudly showed them off.
"...Can't fucking satisfy Negan Jr." He chuckled nibbling on her earlobe before pulling himself upright and winking at her. Before grabbing his wallet off the counter and taking the cash out for the pizza.
"Don't fucking let me forget to call your dad and thank him. About the insurance shit. I've got the fucking bills down to ten grand. I can pay that off quicker than the whole fucking load. I owe him." His voice was soft as he spoke, looking at her with adoration although he mentioned the bills concerning his dead wife. She just sighed, and nodded with a bright smile.
"And he'll just say it wasn't a problem for the man who's making his daughter happy. You do seem less tense. I'm glad it's worked out. " She got down from the counter and walked over, kissing his cheek before she began to the bedroom to put some clothes on. He chuckled nodding slowly as he rubbed his chin, wondering if she wanted him to shave or not. Shrugging it off as he heard a knock on the door. Whistling as he walked over to open it. Expecting the pizza delivery guy but instead there stood a stranger.
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He flashed a half smile. Hands shoved in his pockets. Army dog tags dangled from his neck and rested on his dark clad chest.
"Hey is Rachel here? " He questioned curiously, seeming to wonder why a man answered the door. Was he at the wrong apartment?
"Maybe. Why? Who's fucking asking?" Negan frowned crossing his arms over his chest, hearing Rachel from behind him.
"Oh my God. Sammy! " She squealed running over in excitement, her eyes wide with happiness.
"Hey Rach ." Sammy grinned, moving inside the apartment some, arms wide open to greet her. As she leaned up practically jumping into his arms. Jealousy immediately rearing it's ugly head as Negan just watched unsure of what was going on.
"Okay what the acutual fuck is going on? " He frowned looking between the two. Not liking how his girlfriend was hugging this complete stranger.
"Oh.. Oh.. " She laughed softly untangling her arms from Sammy. Standing between the two men. "Sammy this is Negan. Negan this is Sammy.. He was my brothers spotter. And well.."
"We dated for two years. She's just too embarrassed to admit it she missed out on all this ." Sammy smirked winking at her.
"Yeah.. We dated and.. We still keep in touch. We were friends even before he joined the army.. " She smiled seeming on top of the world at seeing her old friend. But Negans sour expression made her sigh.
"What is it? " Crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for an answer.
"I was expecting fucking pizza. Not your goddamned ex-boyfriend." He grunted shaking his head as he turned and walked to the living room. Knowing things wouldn't be so happy and content for them. Exes usually didn't stay on good terms with each other unless they had some deep connections.
