Negan Drabbles

Stop being so cute.

"Stop being so cute."

"You think i'm cute?" Negan smiles as he leans against the truck.

"That's not what i meant," you sharpen your knife, trying your best not to smile.

Negan chuckles as he swings Lucille over his shoulder. "How about we kill some time? Got all hot and steamy in the truck?"

"I don't think so," you say nonchalantly. "Besides, we've got company," you nod towards the dead. "I got it," you smile as you make your way over, plunging the knife through it's skull before taking out the next swiftly.

"Damn, girl! You could've saved one for me, Lucille's getting jealous," he smiles.

"There'll be plenty more, always is," you say coldly.

His eyes soften as he gazes at you. "Yeah, there will be. But we're the mother fucking saviors, those dead fucks don't stand a damn chance against the likes of us."

You take a step back, the truck door preventing you from going any further, not that you want to. "How can you be so confident? So sure of yourself?"

"The minute you start second guessing shit is the minute you die. I don't waste time with that. It's like how when i see something i want, i just fucking take it," he smiles as his eyes burn into yours. He kisses you softly, his nose brushing against yours as he lingers a few moments.

"You want me?" You smile, biting on his bottom lip teasingly.

"Fuck yeah," Negan growls before opening the truck door.