Surviving Negan (BOOK FOUR IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

Daddy's Little Freak

     "I don't think I've ever been so hard in my whole fuckin' life." Negan boasted as we made our way back to the Sanctuary. "I mean, I saw you kill Heaven, and I'll admit, I was a little pissed. But how you took out that one dude? BLAM! You shot him in the fuckin' head without flinchin'!"

     "He's been beggin' me to kill 'em since his daughter died." I responded. "Constantly blamin' me for her death, even asked me why does my baby get to live while his is dead, can you believe that? I didn't wanna kill 'em then, but somethin' inside me just told me to blow his fuckin' brains out."

     "He deserved it, babe." Negan squeezed my knee and smiled. "He's an idiot. If you had told me he threatened our child, I would've killed 'em myself."

     "Yeah, but what's done is done."

     "Where was Daryl?"

     "Left. Said he couldn't stand to watch you parade around with 'his wife' and watch you 'raise his kid', so he packed his shit and left."

     "I'm sorry, doll."

     "I'm not, his fuckin' choice. His ass wants to step out instead of be a man and try to fight for my ass, that's on him. Either way, less blood we gotta deal with, right?"

     "You'd kill 'em for me?"

     "If I had to. I don't like killin' people, Negan, as much as it looks like that is total bullshit, it's the truth. When I kill people, I get a sick thrill out of it and then feel lower than dirt when I come down from my high."

     "Do you feel lower than dirt now?"

     "Amazingly... no."

     "It's because you know that what's-his-face deserved it."

     "Yeah." I sighed as I looked down at Merle's photo. I couldn't help but to feel a little guilty. I mean, they exiled me, that's on them, but I had literally went full Negan on their asses. Merle would be ashamed of me.

     "Why'd you bring that?"

     "Merle was like a brother to me-"

     "Those people aren't your family anymore."

     "Merle died before I met ya, he has nothin' to do with this." The truck fell silent.

     "I've been thinkin'..."

     "We've already had a lot of sex today, Negan-"

     "Not that, but that would make a fun ride to the Sanctuary." Negan chuckled. "No, I've been thinkin' about what you said about needin' an outlet. I think you're right."

     "I am?"

     "Yeah. I mean, I hate Alexandria as much as you do right now, but I can't have you killin' everyone every time they do somethin' stupid, Alexandrian or Savior."

     "So... you're gonna let me go huntin' then?"

     "Within' reason. You're to be accompanied at all times, no exceptions, and you're to have a radio on you, to keep in contact with us."

     "Thank you." I smiled and leaned closer to him, pressing my lips against his stubbled cheek. "You should grow your beard out again."

     "Seriously?"

     "Yeah, your stubble scratches me. I'm not complainin', but when you're down there, it kinda rubs me raw."

     "Well then, I guess I'll start growin' it out."