Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Eight

Negan held his hand out to Joey, silently demanding his man's keys; Joseph, looking over Negan's shoulder to Harley, fished through his pocket and dropped his keys into the leader's open palm then watched as the pair ran off to his truck and climbed in. Negan revved the engine as Harley sat in the window, holding on tight.
He sped off from the compound as the gates were opened, then continued out until they reached an empty field.  As Negan started to slow down, Harley slammed her hands to the roof of the truck, making noise to attract walkers.
Pulling Lucille from her windshield, the man slammed his bat into the driver side door and yelled out into the desolate grounds hoping that the noise would bring enough near.
"Hoo, boy! Here those suckers come!" Negan chuckled, shutting off the truck as he climbed out, "Come on, darlin', let's have some fun."    He held his hand out for Harley again, watching as she made her way to the roof of the truck then down the windshield like a slide.
She reared up on all fours, reaching for Lucille and bracing it over her shoulder; Negan shook his head with a stern smile, then took hold of the girl and hoisting her over his shoulder.
Harley bit her lip as she giggled, pressing her free hand against Negan's back to sit up. Negan held his arm over Harley's waist, his fingers clenching against the skin peeking from her shirt.
"Alright. Let's see what'cha got." He added, setting the girl down in the middle of the field as the echo of growling got closer.
Negan stood a safe distance away, arms crossed as Harley adjusted her grip on Lucille then spaced her legs out in a batter's stance. He raised a brow, not ready to pass any judgement until he saw the best Harley had to offer.
As a group of walkers got closer, an evil grin grew on Harley's lips; she rushed for the monsters as she wasn't ready to wait anymore. She was ready to release some pent-up frustration she had from the night before.
Harley brandished her gun, taking a close shot through one of the monster's eyes; she ducked as a second swung at her before hitting it square in the chest. She stamped her boot into the monster's face, feeling its head squish satisfyingly. Harley continued through the group of walkers, spewing blood and brain matter with the joint help of Lucille and her gun.
Negan covered his hand over his mouth to hold back a smile, holding his elbow in his opposite hand; he shifted his shoulders back, watching as Harley splattered blood across her face, in her hair and on her clothes. He almost wanted to admit that she was good, that she was a bit more than amazing. Harley seemed like a force to be reckoned with and Negan liked it.
After Harley had cleared out the walkers they had brought forward, she blew her bangs from her face before flipping her pigtails behind her shoulders; she glanced back at Negan, "How 'bout that?"
The man withheld a shrug as brought his hands together in a clap, "Not bad, not bad at all."    He stopped, however, and listened to the eerie quiet of the field before hearing a growl, low to the ground.
Negan made his way towards Harley as she pointed her gun to the crawler, "Wait a second, now. Use Lucille, she makes a great mess with these."
Harley scrunched her brows together as she looked to Negan, seeing him approach and line his arms over hers; he guided the girl's arms down to hold Lucille like a bat before gently clasping his hands over hers. Harley held back a blush at the man's warmth, wiggling further into his body as she followed his direction.
Negan pressed his lips to Harley's ear in a whisper, "Just a nice little swing, pull it back a bit and let it go."     He coaxed as Harley felt a shiver rush down her neck and spine, feeling his pants seam brush against her.
The blonde gripped the bat tighter, her mouth falling open a light sigh as she nodded; Harley did as Negan told, bringing Lucille back before letting it swing and, not only crack open the walker's skull, caused a large spray of blood to splash against both of their faces.
With a hearty chuckle, Negan removed his hands from Harley's and gripped her hips, pulling her close into him, "Atta girl."
Harley prodded her tongue between her lips as her eyes fluttered close, wearily accepting Negan's praise that didn't involve a choking at the same time.