Last One Fighting ~ Negan Fanfic

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Negan

I sat on the damn catwalk until long after my ass fell asleep and my shoulder went numb. I should have gone inside hours ago, but Jo was out. I probably could have left once she fell asleep, but she was leaning against me and I didn't have anywhere I had to be. She didn't sleep very often and for some reason she could when I was there. She shifted, tucking herself against me, one of her arms snaking around my waist to get closer. I bit back a chuckle that probably would have woke her up. The last couple days she had been working hard to keep distance between us. She would be so pissed if she woke up and realized she was practically cuddling in my lap.

The wind picked up and she shivered. She shifted, trying to get closer and stay warm. When she shifted again, scowling in her sleep I decided to move her before she woke up. She needed the sleep after everything that had happened today. I needed her fighting fit tomorrow. So I wasn't doing it for her, I was doing it for me. That's what I kept telling myself at least.

I moved slowly, trying not to wake her as I scooped her up, tucking her against my chest. She felt tiny in my arms, lighter than I had expected. She was larger than life when she was awake, kicking ass and taking names, but now...now she felt small and vulnerable. That would piss her off too. Even knowing I was thinking it would make her want to kick my ass. I couldn't help the broad smile as I thought of how mad she would be. I had to be some kind of twisted to be so turned on by that angry scowl of hers.

She shifted in her sleep, her arms coming up unconsciously to wind around my neck as she burrowed her face into my neck. Her breath was warm against my skin and she made a sound in the back of her throat. I tried not to think too hard about it, but it was tempting as hell to bring her straight up to my room. She had however, made it perfectly clear how she felt about being one of my girls. She wasn't interested. She didn't share. Hard to blame her. I didn't share either.

Now if I could just convince myself I was fine with it everything would be gravy. I needed to think of her as a resource, not the incredibly sexy badass, strong yet maddeningly vulnerable woman in my arms.

She had lost it today, came completely off the rails like I hadn't seen before. And goddamn if it wasn't something to behold. It scared her, but if she could get over that and use it. I shook my head at the thought. If I wasn't careful I'd be the one kneeling.

I shifted her in my arms, reaching for the doorknob. I hadn't thought about it being locked. If it was there was zero chance of me having the self control not to bring her to my room. I mean it would be the only noble thing to do. What the hell else was I going to do? Bring her back outside? She could have my bed, I would sleep on my couch.

The doorknob twisted easily, my whole line of thought forgotten in the face of the unlocked door. I adjusted her again so she would be more comfortable, frowning. She shouldn't be leaving her door unlocked like that. Once inside I kicked the door closed behind us. I glanced towards the nail next to the door and spotted both sets of keys still hanging there, just like they were in every room.

Some unnamed thing in my chest tightened. I worked my ass off to make sure everyone followed the rules, but without the threat of Lucille I wouldn't trust half my guys anywhere near Jo. She might be able to fight, but she still needed to be smart. She was too far away from everyone. It would be too easy for someone to surprise and overpower her.

I carried her over to the unmade bed and laid her down, pulling the covers up over her. She would be more comfortable without her boots, jacket and shoulder rig, but there was no way she would stay sleeping through me pulling off her boots. And I didn't really fancy getting knifed over it when she did wake up.