Beauty and the Beast. (Negan.)

07.

Negan stared as the two of them walked away, his eyes flitting to Blake's ass for a couple of seconds. 

"Negan," Sam said quietly, "We gotta go." 

"Yeah," he agreed, running his hand over his chin as he finally tore his eyes away from her, "Yeah, I'm coming." 

He climbed back into the truck and rest his head back against the seat, glancing in the wing mirror to watch her and the kid disappear. 

Blake Caldwell was a firecracker. 

He likes that. 

But he knew that it was her mothering side coming out in her because if this was any other situation, she never would have spoken to him like that. 

And the way she had fuckin looked at him. Hot damn. He had wanted to shove her up against the nearest tree. 

He then realised that Sam was talking to him and probably had been for some time, "The fuck are you blabbering on about?" 

"The kid," Sam repeated frustratedly, "He knows where we are. He'll tell his dad." 

"So? Even if he does, Rick's too much of a pussy to fucking do anything," Negan muttered, looking out of the window again, "We got him right where we want him. All of 'em." 

"You sure?" 

"Are you fucking questioning me?" he snapped and Sam saw as his hand tightened on Lucille and he quickly shook her head. 

"Of course not, sir." 

~*~

As soon as we were out of Negan's sight and earshot, Blake turned to Carl, "Your dad...christ, kid. He'd kill me!" 

"Someone had to do something!" he exclaimed, "He killed two of our people!" 

"Your dad said to leave it. What the hell were you even going to do?"

"Kill him." he said simply and she gaped at him before she started laughing. 

Blake knew he was capable of some heavy shit. But that, nah.

"You? You were going to kill him?" 

"I killed two of his me," he said bleakly, frustrated at the fact that she didn't think he could do it and she immediately stopped laughing. 

"You what?" 

"You heard." the teen smirked. 

"Do you...what?" she stuttered, quickening her pace to catch up with him, "Kid, you are going to get someone killed." 

"He's gone," Carl shrugged, "He's not gonna come back anytime soon though, is he?" 

~*~

The kid was wrong. Yup, by the time they got back to Alexandria, Negan was there with a shit ton of his trucks. Again. 

"What was it you were saying?" Blake muttered, looking down at Carl while walking through the gate so she could get back home but Eugene caught her arm. 

"Rosita," he said quietly so that Negan's men didn't hear him, "She has a gun." 

"What?" Blake yelled, quieting down when one of them looked her way, "Are you serious?"

She sighed and started heading towards the house the two of them shared. Recently, she was starting to think that she was the only sane one around here anymore. 

She quickly made her way towards the house, skidding to a halt when he saw Negan exiting another and quickly ducked behind the closest tree. 

She didn't need to see him again today.