Negan Drabbles

Dream

Her eyes flicker open in the darkness. A sound. Waking her from a sweet dream, already beginning to fade. Negan is restless beside her. Mumbling something unintelligible. "Negan," she says softly. Placing a hand on his shoulder. He's slick with sweat.

"Lucille," he calls out. His breath heavy.

A pained look crosses her face. And her heart sinks.

He dreams of Lucille most nights. She's used to it by now.

The first time he'd woken her however, he'd frightened her. Shouting out for his Lucille. Pleading with her to forgive him.

She'd long suspected, that Lucille, was much more to him than just a baseball bat. But the first time he'd cried out in his sleep. That first night. Watching the anguish in his face. The tears streaming down his cheeks, falling into his hair. She knew.

"Negan," she repeated.

He woke with a start, eyes wide. He turns to her. She can tell from the look in his eyes, that it isn't her he sees. At least for a moment.

Reality dawns on him, as his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. "Fuck, sorry sweetheart. Was I dreaming again?" He asks, his mouth dry.

"It's alright," she assures him. Stroking his face soothingly.

"Was I shouting out again?" He asks.

She smiles sweetly. "Yes. Mostly nonsense though. Would you like me to help you get back to sleep?" She asks, running her fingers over his chest.

Negan runs his tongue over his bottom lip, smiling. "Fuck yeah."