forgotten roses (negan)

part 04 - socks & tattoos

Buster lays on my lap, his now twenty-five pound body sprawled all across my legs. He happily wags his tail and rolls onto his back, inviting me to rub his stomach.

Negan observes me from across the bedroom, taking a sip of whiskey as he does so.

Buster yawns and trots over to his basket, falling asleep quickly, leaving Negan and I alone.

His eyes lock onto mine. With a simper, he places his glass onto the bedside dresser, patting the empty spot beside him on the bed, as to summon me to his side. I hesitantly arise from the floor and climb into bed next to him.

"Lucy," he says, breath reeking of alcohol, "I've got to tell you something."

"Yes?" I ask, the confusion in my voice is obvious, and along with my furrowed brows, I plainly have no idea of what is to come.

"Someone's destroyed our satellite post. Now I'm not going to say anything about that except that if I fucking die, you better take this fucking place over."

I nod, "I will."

He stays silent for a second before muttering something under his breath. He reaches for my bare thigh, trailing his fingers upon my skin. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, and Negan takes advantage of the situation by adding, "I'm not that fucking cold, am I?"

I chuckle softly before gripping his large, rough hand that rests upon my leg. His nose brushes against my cheek as he leans in to kiss me.

Placing a small, gentle kiss on my cheek, he grins and adds, "there's more where that came from."

I roll my eyes playfully, "oh come on, Luce! You know I'm joking-"

"No, you're not," I snap, "I'm not in the mood for your shit right now."

He lifts both of his hands in the air, "didn't mean to offend, cutie."

"I'm sorry, Negan, it's just-"

"That time of the month?" He adds, sticking his tongue out at me.

"No! No, it's just that I'm all about what we have going, I just think it's just," my eyes wander around the room, "it's just odd, you know?"

"No, I don't know, Luce. What the fuck is going on?" He replies sternly.

Tears spring to my eyes, my heart jolts in fear, "no, no, it's odd in the fact that I'm just another woman to you. Just another whore, another slut, Negan."

"Don't say that," he says, "you're not just another Amber to me, you're my Lucy. In the few months we've been married have I ever hit you?"

I shake my head no.

"Have I ever did anything to you that caused you to believe this bullshit?"

"No, but that's what I've been told. Your-our men like to talk, Negan. It hurts."

"Come on, Luce! It's the fucking apocolypse and this is what hurts your feelings? Chin up, Lucille, you know I love you."

"I love you too, Negan. I'm sorry," I sniff.

"Aww, Lucy, don't you start fucking crying on me!" Negan says, wiping the tears off of my cheeks.

I sniffle quietly, appreciating the gesture. He kisses my hair, stroking it and whispering sweet nothings into my ears, which of course contain every curse word I've ever come across and more.

Once my eyes were dry, Negan grabbed my arm, exclaiming, "why don't we go walk around, just you and I? You know, talk and all that mushy shit."

I hop out of bed, awakening Buster, who shakes the sleep off of him and joins me and my side, "let's go!"

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It was about two in the morning. While Negan is sleeping quietly beside me, I was stuck awake, listening to the quiet banter of his other wives. About to join them, I hopped out of bed, half-asleep before I realized I was nude except for a sock that somehow lasted throughout my night's endeavors. Embarrassed, I quickly searched the floor for any article of clothing, finding one of Negan's black t-shirts. Putting it on, I hastily opened the bedroom door to see all of the others conversing silently on the couches outside.

I crept out, careful not to make the old wood creak as I walk and joined the group, sitting myself down next to Amber.

The group looked at me, ostracizing me with just a single glance.

"Help us make a plan to escape or go back to him," Amber spat at me.

"If you don't want me here, fine. Thank you for the input, it was fucking talking to you all. I guess Negan will have to know about said plan?" I said, giving them an innocent look as I press my finger to my mouth.

"Don't you fucking dare." One wife hissed.

"I'll rip you to shreds," said another.

I grinned at them, "au revior, mes amies. See you lovely ladies in the morning!"

I gleefully skipped back to the door, and just as I am about to open Negan's door, Negan himself exits the room, clad in his leather jacket and a pair of gray jeans.

"Woah there! Where were you, Lucy?" He says through gritted teeth.

"Nothing-"

"It's none of your business, both of you!" Sherry yells, causing Negan's eyebrows to furrow in anger.

"Excuse me? Lucille, back in my bedroom, we'll discuss this at a later time. You girls, however," he raises an eyebrow, "outside. Now."

-

I lay in bed, hearing the remnants of sobs and sniffles and Negan runs a hand through his hair.

"Alright, Luce, tell me. Did you have anything to do with them?"

"No, Negan. I couldn't sleep, so I went outside of the bedroom to hear what all the commotion was about."

"Alright, thank you," Negan sighs, "hey, do you mind being a fucking spy or something when you're here?"

"I don't mind," I say, adjusting my pillow, "but just a warning, they all hate me."

Negan chuckles softly, rubbing his temples, "I thought they did. I've got you, though, that's all that matters."

My cheeks turn red as I playfully punch his upper arm, "oh, stop!"

"You know it's true!"

"I digress," I add, tracing the outline of a tattoo on his shoulder with my finger.

Negan throws his head up in the air with a grin on his face, "I love you, Luce."

With that, Buster jumps on the bed and curls up in between us, falling asleep just as quickly as Negan and I do.

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A/N - thanks for reading! x