The Honey House

Loose Lips Sink Ships

"If you cared about Rae at all then you'd stay away from her."

Negan turned his head to see Timmy with his fists clenched into furious balls as he stormed down the porch to where he was waiting by the car. By the grace of God he somehow stopped the laugh that practically begged for freedom. But hell, he was trying to be fucking civilised here, he wasn't trying to beat the shit out of anyone or do anything that might start a fight that he would definitely finish.

He waited for Timmy to come to a standstill before asking, as nicely as he could, "why the fuck would I stay away from Red when she wants me here?"

Timmy's nostrils flared so wide that Negan half expected steam to shoot straight out and fog up his glasses. Instead he just kept giving him the stink eye, "I don't know why she can't see right through you. You're nothing but a sleaze ball, the only reason you helped us was because you wanted to..."

Negan straightened his spine, standing full height, "wanted to what?"

"You wanted to," Tim swallowed hard, his words were barely audible, foreign on his good boy tongue, "fuck Rae."

"What was that? I didn't quite catch that Timmy," Negan held his hand to his ear, his grin impossible to control now even if he wanted to and he definitely didn't want to.

"You know what I said," Timmy spat.

"She's a beautiful woman but no matter how fuckable she is I don't risk my life for pussy. It's just the happy coincidence of being a fucking badass."

"You don't even know her. Not like I do."

"You had you're chance Timmy-too-slow, you had four long week to make your moves and get her all shacked up and settled down on your dick. Fuck me, you've had years."

"You're disgusting."

Timmy stepped closer and Negan started to believe he was going to end up in a fight afterall, he always did have the kind of mouth that landed him fights.

"And there's more than one way to be intimate with a person."

"Hows that Timmy? You tossed one out while you peeped on her? That's fucking disgusting. Am I gonna have to mark you down as some kind of dirty pervert? Peeping Tim?"

Timmy's face blanched like Negan had hit a nail very close to the head and Negan couldn't blame him for knocking one out over Rae, he'd knocked out more than he wanted to admit. "I don't know how she even talks to you!" Timmy covered, not exactly denying the situation.

"Or do you think you're intimate with Red because you chase her ass around like a lost fucking puppy?"

"It's not like that! I know her. We've spent entire nights just talking, I helped her build this place, I know where she went to college, what her favorite songs are, every house we've scavenged together. I know how she got the little scar that cuts across her jaw and how many times she failed her driver's test. And... even if I know she doesn't look at me the way I look at her, she's still my friend and I'm not gonna let you hurt her."

Negan bit his tongue. Maybe he didn't know the secrets that were locked up in Rae's head and maybe he could never promise not to hurt her because, at his core, he was always the man that had hurt Lucille and he wasn't sure he could be a better one. But no matter what, Negan wasn't going to justify a single fucking thing to anyone and Timmy was reaching the limit he had for fuckers that weren't long legged redheads.

"Good for you Timmy, you know what jersey to pick out and what album to play but here's the deal and I want you to listen very fucking closely. In a few minutes Red's gonna to be getting in this car with me and leaving with me and you, well let's face facts, you can fuck off. It's as simple as that. You don't like it? Tough shit because I'm here. I'm not leaving and you can't fucking make me," he chuckled embracing the inner kid who wanted to follow that statement up with 'nah nah na nah nah,' it was childish but it was the truth.