What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Teacher

The next morning, Negan radioes me in and said he wants to see me.

Why? I have no idea.

I sigh and get dressed, obviously upset that I didn't get to sleep in.

I make my way out to the courtyard where he told me to meet him. Outside, everyone was tending to their normal day tasks and working hard.

"Boo..."

Negan says from behind me, nearly giving me a heart attack. I must've been staring off into space.

"Christ.." I say, placing a hand over my rapidly beating heart. "You scared the fuck out of me.."

He smiles and kisses my cheek, his scruff tickling me.

"Well, nice to see that you're alive and well." He winks and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Why'd ya call me out here? You know I'm not an early bird..." I cross my arms and pick at my fingernails.

Negan smirks at me before pointing Lucille at me.

My heart stops for a minute.
Did I do something wrong? Is he going to kill me?

I love the man. Don't get me wrong, but he can be intimidating at times.

"I'm gonna teach you how to use a bat...because you suck at using a knife..."

I scoff. "I am not! I do perfectly fine with my knife...."

"Keep telling yourself that, dollface. Now, quit being a whiney baby and take the offer...."

I groan because I know he'd just keep nagging me about it.

"Fine. But you owe me. You took away my beauty sleep!"

As we start to walk, he looks over at me.

"You don't need it. You're already beautiful..."

I can't help but blush at the compliment.

"Yeah, yeah. Just get on with this. I'm tired..." I reply and he laughs.

Asshole.

He leads me out to the garden that I've come to love. The flowers remind me of the ones my mother used to give me when I was a little girl.

"Alright. I have a gift for you..."

"A.....gift? For me? I'm surprised...." I say with a chuckle. I close my eyes and Negan presses something heavy into my hands; it feels like a bat. Is he giving me Lucille?

I open my eyes and I see a bat, that looks just like Negan's, but I also see that he's still holding his.

"Is this a replica of Lucille?" I ask, trying to hide my excitement.

"You fucking bet it is. Give her a test run..."

He points at a melon on one of the benches towards the back of the garden.

I nod my head and walk over to the bench. I huff in a breath and lift the bat over my head.

Man, it's heavier than I thought it'd be.

I smirk and bring the bat down onto the melon. The fruit bursts and goes everywhere, including on my shirt.

I have to admit, though.

It felt.....good.