𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭† negan✔[Complete]

𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

I sat outside of the warehouse on one of those parking bumpers that kept you from parking too far forward. I sighed softly, puffing on the cigarette I had stolen from Negans jacket. He was passed out next to Belladonna on some blankets he had pulled from my truck before it went into the shop.

"You the boss around here?" A guy walked up to me, he had his hands in his jacket pockets, he wore a leather vest over the jacket, his hair in his squinting blue eyes.

"Depends on who's asking, sugar." I take a long drag, wrapping myself more in Negans shirt, "Whaddaya need?" I watch him as I inhaled the toxic into my lungs with bliss.

"My brother sent me to pick up something for him. He says that the boss knows him well." He shifted uncomfortably, handing me a paper and a roll of hundreds. I stick the cig between my lips, unrolling the bills and started to count.

"Got a name?" I asked, standing up after I finished with the money, "mines Emmett."

"Dixon. Daryl Dixon." Daryl followed me into the warehouse. I take the last drag, smashing the butt against the table that was in front of the couch against the wall, "your ass is showing." he informed me but not in a way that sounded like he was unhappy about it.

"Mmm. Just how I like it. Stay here." I light up another cigarette, tossing the pack on the table before heading towards Johnny, "this kids brother says we know him well?" I hand him the paper. He looked me over with hard brown eyes before looking down at it. He grunted.

"Merle owes more than whatever you got there, sweetheart." He snatched the wad out from my hands.

"Hey!" I protest as he shoves the bills into his back pocket before going into the vault to grab the stuff. I clench my jaw with irritation. He was lucky that I would get into trouble with his boss if I rearranged his face.

"I can't give this to you unless Negan knows," Johnny tells me, holding a brick wrapped in black tape in his hands. It practically sang in a heavenly chorus to me as my eyes lit up at the sight of the brick.

"Of course he knows. Or will know." I smiled at him, grabbing the stuff before he could tell me otherwise, "don't sweat it. I'll just tell him you have the money and let him deal with you from there."

"Ugh. You're ridiculous." He fished out the wad, slapping it down in my hands, "I don't know why you're still around."

"Because your boss loves my ass." I say over my shoulder, returning to Daryl, "alright, kid. Here's the shit." I go to hand it to him, but take it back, "why are you really here?" I asked. Daryl sighed.

"Because my brother won't get off his lazy ass to get it himself. He's too deep in whatever whore he's sleeping with, so he sent my ass." Daryl tells me, "it was unavoidable really."

"Well, I do feel for you, Dixon." I hand him the brick, "Merle owes way more than that. Apparently, five thousand isn't nearly enough." I watch him stuff the brick into his bag, "so next time he doesn't come up with the money, I'm yanking his privileged ass from being able to get any of this. Tell him that."

"He won't take authority from a woman to lightly," Daryl tells me as I follow him out to his bike, "my brother isn't too fond of women in command."

"Well, if he doesn't like it, send him my way." Sticking the cig between my lips, I open the door to Negans truck, grabbing a pair of leggings from my bag and slipping into them, "I'll put him in his place. I promise you that much, Mr. Dixon."

"You'll be seeing his fat ass soon enough, Emmett." He assured me before he sat on his bike, saluting me before kick starting it and riding off. I turn to go back in and hit Negan in the process.