The sun was bearing down on me as I sat on the bench outside. I loved reading outside. I flipped through the pages of the romance novel completely engrossed.
This a good book.
"Hey Katie, enjoying the fresh air "
Negans deep voice boomed through the air.He quickly sets Lucile down by the bench then places himself by me. I close the book swiftly placing it on my lap . I lift my gaze away from the inviting pages, nd stare at him.
"I was until you decided to invade my space. What do you want?"
He places his hand on his chest, gaining being hurt. A small smirk informs me he is just mocking me.
" I am so sorry for disrupting your precious time in this damn heat! " He says with a hint of sarcasm laced in his voice.
Wiping the sweat from my face with my hand I turn my head.
" The feeling of the sun on me is amazing. I miss when I could go swimming, in our pool back at my house. "
" You had a pool? What kind?"
My face scrunched from the heat as I lock eyes with him " We had an above the ground pool. I loved spending time with my brothers and sisters in it . Especially Grace, we spent so many hours talking an laughing in that pool."
" I love hearing your laugh. You should do it more often ." Negan remarks as he rests his arms on the back bench.
Of course, you do.
"I will try and laugh more. There just isn't much to be happy about here ."
Negans smile fades and he puts his hand under my chin " I will do what I can to change that for you."
My heart fluttered at his words. Hoping he means it.
He leaned in to kiss me but a loud shot stops him abruptly Negan pulls away looking towards a truck with a couple of his men lying dead on the ground.
I am instantly filled with worry, as I gaze at the sheriff hat peeking out of the truck.
"I only want Negan! He killed my friends! No else has to die !"
Carl is standing in the back of the truck with a large gun close to his chest.
Carl tunes to facing me, concern evident on his face.
" Katie! Are
" I am fine! What the hell are you doing here ?"
Carl keeps his gun raised as he scans the area with his one eye. " I came to kill him! I also came for you! He can't get away with taking you !" Carl spits as he keeps looking around.
"Carl, please put the gun down! We can talk if you just put it down!"
I was about to say something else but Negans haunting whistle keeps me quiet
" Damn kid! You are adorable! Did you pick that gun because it looks cool? You totally did right? I am not gonna lie you scare the shit out of me !"
Carl tried to fire his gun, ut is quickly tackled by Dwight.
" Dwight back the fuck off! Is that any way to treat our new guest?"
Negan offers Carl a hand an waits for him to take it. "You're really not gonna take my hand? Because you're lucky you still have one! Same as your buddy Daryl! Be awful hard to do that job with one hand! "
Negan turns to Daryl in the cage " How's the job going Daryl? Hot enough for you ?"
Daryl scowls saying nothing. Carl takes Negans hand reluctantly.
" New plan boys burn the dead and unload the truck latter! I am not going to have time to screw any of my wives today !"
"Well, maybe one." He winks at me.
I cross my arms over my chest, scowling in disapproval.
" I am not one of your wives Negan ."
He smiles down at me and leans in his hot breath hitting my face. He caresses my face with his gloved hand, sending bolts of electricity through me.
"One day you will be!"
He pulls me close wrapping his arm around my shoulder ." Let me show you around kid!"
" What are you going to do to me ?"
" One, do not shatter my image of you! You're a bad ass. You don't care what I do! And 2, Do you really want me to ruin the surprise? Screw you kid. I mean it. Screw You !"
Very mature.
Negan opens the door beckons for me to go inside. I grabbed Carl's hand, trying to assure him it will be okay.
"I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. I will make sure you are returned back home ."
" Thank you, Katie. "
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Negan's Seamstress.
FanfictionMy fingers glide down the fabric as I finish my last stitch. I sigh as I place the dress on the rack with the others. I soon hear the sound of bells, jolting me in place. I know who is here, and I am scared to meet him.