Beauty and the Beast. (Negan.)

02.

Blake stared at him, mouth agape, "He's here? Rick, that has not been a week."

"I know," he muttered, looking around her to look at Jenn, who was playing on the floor, oblivious to the tension that was building, "He'll be coming in here. Might be best to take Jenn home."

She nodded in agreement, "Okay."

So after she had taken her daughter home, she returned to the infirmary, making sure that everything was in order.

She was starting to get nervous.

Hearing the squeaking of the gates, she moved to the window and pulled the net curtain back so she could see better.

Rick was there, Rosita was there and she could see...Daryl. But it wasn't the Daryl she knew.

He looked broken.

The final man she took notice of was tall and broad. Dark hair with a greying beard. She watched him push a baseball bat into Rick's hands and realised that it was him.

It was Negan.

She watched as men and women spread out, heading up towards the houses and she spun around when the door opened.

"Is he really here?" Carl asked, moving to the window so he could look out too.

"I believe so," Blake replied, peering back outside, "You should head home."

"No," he said fiercely, "I'm staying with you."

Instead of arguing with him, she just kept her focus on outside then she realised that people were starting to heading into the houses across the street.

"Oh god," she whispered, "They're going into the houses."

She shouldn't be there. She couldn't be here. She should be at home with her children.

Turning to leave, she pulled the door handle down only to be met with two large, burly men on the other side.

"I don't think so, girlie," one said, pushing her back in, "Let's see what goodies you've got in the cupboards."

Blake glanced at Carl as the two men started riffling through the modest selection of medications, dropping almost everything into boxes.

Rick said they were taking half.

Carl, obviously thinking the same as her, stepping forward, "Put some back."

One of the men laughed, "Shut up, kid."

Blake jumped when the teen suddenly shot a bullet through the wall by their heads and she stared at him with wide eyes. Where the hell had he got that?!

"Put some back," he seethed, readying the gun for another shot, "Or the next one goes in you."

Rick came crashing through the door and she let out a sigh of relief. If anyone was able to calm the kid down, it'd be him.

"Carl," his father breathed, "Carl, put it down."

"No," the kid muttered, "They're taking all our medicine. They said only half!"

Blake's eyes locked on the door as it creaked open, the tall man from outside sauntered in.

Holy crap. To say that he was handsome was an understatement.

Yes, but he's also the one who killed two of your friends.

"Really, kid?" he smirked, looking down at him.

"You should go," Carl hissed, "Before you realise how dangerous we all are."

Blake rolled her eyes. The kid was gonna get them all in trouble.

"Oh excuse me, young man and excuse the fucking shit outta my goddam French but, did you just threaten me?"

She watched the man speak. As soon as he entered the room, the whole atmosphere changed. He radiates power, captivated the audience and she watched as he continued his speech, shutting Rick down when he tried to interrupt.

"Don't be fucking rude, Rick, we are having a conversation here. Now, where were we?" he asked, "Oh yeah, your giant man sized fucking balls."

Blake pursed her lips, having not heard that sort of language for a while.

Negan then glanced at Rick, back at Carl but then done sort of a double take when he noticed her standing there too. And a grin etched onto his face,"Well hello there."

Her face, on it's own accord, started turning scarlet.

"Who do we have here? Hmm?" he stalked closer, making her step back till she was against the wall and she kept her eyes on the ground, "Look at me."

Hesitantly, she did what he said.

"Well fuck me," he whispered, tongue darting out across his lips, "Look at those eyes."

With him this close, Blake saw just how much bigger he was than her; at least a head taller. She could see every little scar that littered his face and noticed that his eyes were the colour of whiskey.

Rick was hovering beside them and looked ready to step in if things somehow suddenly got out of hand.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Blake," she murmured, "My name is Blake."

He licked his lips again and held his hand up for her to take, which she did and she swore that he could hear her heart hammering in her chest as he leant down to kiss her skin, "Well. It's an absolute fucking pleasure to meet you." He looked at Rick, then back down at her, "Tell me, Blake. Where were you the other night?"

"I-I was here," she stuttered, "With my kids."

Like she thought he would, he dropped her hand almost instantaneously and he actually stepped back.

Not the first time it's happened.

All through Negan's speech about guns, Blake noticed that he kept glancing at her; smirk on his face when he saw that she was looking at him.

Stop looking at him. Stop looking at him! Her subconscious snarled at her, Seriously, Blake, stop!

But she couldn't. Like she said, he was completely mesmerising.

Leaning over to speak into Rick's ear, she told him that she had to get back home to make sure that her kids were okay and he nodded.

"You're leaving without saying goodbye?" Negan asked when she grabbed the handle, "How fucking rude. Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll swing by your place in a bit."

Looking over her shoulder at him, Blake gave him a weak smile, "I'll be looking forward to it."

**

Negan stared at the door after the woman had left, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip.

Hot damn.

"I liked her," he said, looking at Rick, "She didn't ask any fucking questions. I liked her. Tell me, Rick, she married?"

"She has two kids." the tired man beside him muttered.

"I fucking heard her." Negan growled, "But I wanna know her marital status."

"No. She lost her husband a good while back."

Staring at his back as he left with his son, Negan smirked and moved to the window, watching the pretty brunette as she ran across the road.

Perfect.