Negan's Seamstress.

The seamtress and the Devile .

I hear my alarm going off and I didn't want to get up. My eyes narrow as I gently move my covers off me. My legs swing over my bed, touching the cold floor.  I go to the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot. A gentle stream of black gold begins to fill my cup, making me smile.

I know today will hectic. Simon will arrive today for another set of dress for Negan's multiple wives. I am glad my skill for sewing is needed, otherwise, I am not sure what I would do. I can't help with gardening, because I hate dirt and bugs. I can't help with cooking because I need to have more flexible hours. So, making clothes is the right thing for me. 

Plus, it gives me some creative outlet. Since the world came crashing down, it's difficult to find life enjoyable. But I have my brothers for that. They keep me grounded and help me feel grateful for our life here.

Speaking of them, its time for them to get up. They both help in the laundry trailer. They hang up clothes and fold whatever they can. They have autism, and I love them so much.   I let out a sigh, an I sip my daily dose of caffeine.

Once I wake them, it will no longer be quiet in my small home. They both will be excited for the day, and ready to enjoy all it entails. They don't care about the hard our lives can be, they are simply grateful for what they have.

I walk to where my two brothers are sleeping. I gently open the door walking over to Caleb. His head hangs off his bed, while soft snores fill the room. His lips softly pucker, as he snores in his dreamland.

My feet pat against the wooden floor, as hurry to wake him up. My hand rubs smooth circles on his shoulder encouraging him to wake up.

"Hey, sweetie, time to get up, " I calmly state. 

His blond hair is messy and his blue eyes stare back at me with such sweet innocence. " Hey Katie, how are you? Did you sleep okay?"

"Yes, I did. Now get up and get dressed, you're both needed in the laundry room."

He nods as he gets his clothes. I wish I could see life as they do. Even though they look like adults, they have minds like 8-year-olds. They still see so much beauty and wonder in things. I have to admit I find it hard sometimes. They bring so much joy to me and I am so thankful for them in my life.

I quickly brush my long blond hair along with my teeth, then hurry to get dressed. I grab my favorite blue lace shirt and black ripped skinny jeans along with sandals. I make the boys some eggs then  Gabriel comes in the kitchen.

Gabriel has blond hair and blue eyes as well, but he is a little bit husky. His long fingers tap onto the doorframe demanding my attention.

"I want to have peppermint patty when I am done with laundry, okay?"

"Okay, I will let you have one, but you have to not give miss Kim any problems ."

He smiles and I hand him his food. He then sits down next to Caleb and we eat . We then head to our destinations. I walk over to my workshop that holds all my sewing machines and fabric. I look at the table and see all my designs.  Each dress is made by hand according to each wives specifications.

I hear my door creak open revealing Simon.  His tall body leans on my doorframe, as a smirk creeps up his lips.

"What do you have for me today? This is my favorite part of my job, seeing your pretty face, " he compliments.

I roll my eyes while making my way to the rack to  retrieve five dresses ready to be worn. His cheeky smile is still seen even under his long mustache.

"Dam! You always deliver Katie. I must say Negan's wives love your work. Negan loves it too. He always says his wives look so hot thanks to you. I know if he ever met you he would probably want you to become one of his wives. "

I scoff while pushing the clothes into Simons' chest.

"I gave you your stuff, you can leave now, " I comment dryly.

The days pass quickly as  I hurry to finish another order. My fingers move fluidly on my machine in a desperate attempt to finish. I hear vehicles pulling up to the gate, sending fear to my heart. I need to finish this dress, but it still needs to be hemmed.

A loud knock on my door jolts me from my work. I toss the fabric onto the rack,  then head for my door.
Jerry stands there is a face looking grim.

" Katie, you're needed at the gate, someone if here to see you. "

" Who?"

" Negan. "

I follow Jerry outside and make my way to the gate. The cool breeze blows my hair in my face,  annoying me slightly.
My eyes see a man who looks like he is in charge. He has an aura of authority all over him. He has slicked black hair, salt pepper beard, and piercing eyes. I hear his boots hitting the gravel as he walks past our gates. His dark and arrogant demeanor instantly fill me with fear.

He analyzes my figure, as he stalks over to me. His lustful eyes scan over me like a lion stalking its prey.  The space between us begins to fade, as he brings his looming figure within an inch of me. His hot breath fans my face, sending chills down my arm. 

The seconds pass like hours while nor words are spoken. His body shifts whole he positions a deadly bat onto his left shoulder.  He goes to move closer, causing me to take a step back.

A dark chuckle escapes his lips, at my week attempt. His long arm motions for me to come closer, making my heart begin to race against my chest.

I slowly move, taking small steps towards him. His gloved hand slithers over my cheek, allowing me to feel thr cold leather on my hot skin.

" Your Katie right?" he questions.

" Yes, " I whisper.

" I am Negan. Simon was right, you are hot as hell."

" Is there something wrong with one of the dresses sir?"

" No, not all. I came here to meet you. And see if you want to come back with me."

My hands clench at my side, as fear courses through me. He can't be serious?  I can't just leave my life.

" Why do you want me?"

" Oh, Katie, I have big plans for you. And they can't happen if you live here. Now, let's go have a chat shall we?"

" Okay, " I nod, not knowing what to do.

All I know, is I am really scared.