What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Incertitude

As Negan fixated the necklace around my neck, I could feel his hot breath.

For the most odd reasons, my stomach fluttered.

I shouldn't feel this way about this man. After all, he's worse than the devil himself.

We walk further into the store, collecting whatever we can find.

We both take a break, and lean against the wall.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, while we're here....how'd you become the infamous 'Negan'?"

He rolls his eyes. "I was afraid you were going to ask that, dollface."

Rolling my eyes myself, I grab a cigarette out of one of the packets I snagged. I offer him one, and he hesitantly accepts it.

With a quick flick of a cheap lighter, I light it and suck in the smoke from the cancerous stick.

"Well, dollface, I went through a bunch of shit, much like you. and everyone else here..."

I sigh. "Could you be more specific?"

He chuckles deeply, as he usually does.

This man is full of inappropriate humor.

"You want me to tell my whole fucking life story? Well, excuse my french, but I ain't sharing fucking shit with you..."

Giving up, I flick Negan off and then walk into the back rooms of the store.

I find some beautiful scenic pictures, and it makes me smile.

Its a wonder how such beautiful things still exist in this horrible world.

Hearing a few moans and groans, I take out my trusty blade.

I thrust it into a few of their heads, and it goes silent again.

I could get used to this....
But of course it doesn't last very long. Negan comes up behind me, whistling as he normally does.

I whip my head around, and see him holding up a nude model magazine.
"Gross." I mutter. I shouldn't feel jealous; after all, he sees things like this all the time. I can't help myself, though.

"Someone jealous?" He asks, smirking at me. Once again, not knowing how else to respond, I flick him off. It was becoming a habit of mine.

"You better watch that finger of yours. It can get you in a lot of trouble, you know?"

Oh my god. I just want things to be quiet for five fucking seconds, just five. With Negan, it seems almost impossible.

"Can we go now? We pretty much have everything on the list..." I say, wanting to just go back to the Sanctuary.

"Yes, dollface."

He wraps his arm around my neck, as we make our way back to the truck. The sun was starting to set, causing the sky to have an orange hue.

"What cha got there?"

He asks as the pictures were sprawled out across my lap.

"Just some pictures I found. Nothing serious..." i mutter, trying not to make things awkward.

"Ooh, what kind of pictures? Is Angie a little freaky girl?"

Rolling my eyes, I shove one of them at him. I cross my arms over my chest. I think so many curse words in my head. This man....

"Well, that's honestly disappointing. Its just a fucking picture of a flower."

This man is impossible to please!

I get defensive. "Well, I think they are beautiful. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" I spit.

He stops the truck suddenly, causing me to look down. Uh oh.

"I know a lot about beautiful things, because i'm looking at something beautiful right fucking now."

Did he just call me beautiful?

Blushing, i shift in my seat. I didn't know how else to respond to that.