What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Hang Out

I don't feel like doing this; I just want to go back to my room and sleep the rest of the day away.

"Welcome back to my palace." He sets Lucille down on the table, and ushers me to have a seat.

I awkwardly take a seat on the nearest sofa, looking around the room once again.

"So, tell me. Why is a pretty lady like you feeling lonely?" Negan starts pouring two glasses of whiskey. I hope he doesn't mind underage drinking...

Apparently he doesn't, because he hands me a glass. 

"I dunno. I guess I'm just not quite as lively as I was back in Alexandria." I take a sip, and it burns my throat; I actually like it.

It is my first time with whiskey, although I've had a few beers with Carl secretly.

"well, you should make an effort to make friends."

I sigh.

"I have, I just....the people here don't really click with me. We have nothing in common." I chug the rest, then go over and pour myself some more.

"I hope you don't mind.." I say and he waves me off.

"Nah." 

He walks over and stands beside me; we are both leaning against the small counter.

"So, tell me about yourself...." I say. "I know the big and bad Negan, but I haven't heard much about the real Negan."

"The big and bad Negan is the real Negan."

I find that very hard to believe. I want to know what drove him to be this way.

Of course, to avoid him bashing my head in with Lucille, I don't push the subject.

He doesn't trust me yet, and I'm working on that part.

There is an awkward silence. We both stand there, drinking.

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Before we know it, we've each had about seven glasses.

I have never felt this way before; I am majorly drunk...and so is Negan.

We're sitting on his couch, laughing hysterically.

We were talking about the things we hated about Rick.

Although I loved Rick, he could be an asshole sometimes. As I explained, he laughed harder each time.

"He acts like one tough son of a bitch."

I nod, then the room fills with silence again.

I can feel his eyes on me, and for some reason I get this sick feeling in my stomach.

I don't know if its from the alcohol or just the feeling of an older attractive man staring at me.

Damn! There I go again calling him attractive.

....but he is. No doubt about it.

"You are a whole lot prettier than any of my wives."

I can't help but blush, and I hate that.

"T-thank you..."

What I do next is stupid.

I find myself leaning in, and Negan smirks. 

He places one hand on my cheek, then presses our lips together.

His are soft and warm, which I was not expecting.

Hell, I wasn't expecting this at all.

I didn't think Negan would let his walls down.

.....and I'm right, he doesn't.

becaue he pushes me off of him, and he sighs.

"You need to leave."

I'm both shocked and surprised. but I'm too drunk to care.

"o-okay."

I open the door and walk back to my room.

way to have fun, Negan.