Alexandria

Chapter 5

Rachel stands in Negan's cell, her gun aimed at his chest. She looked forward to this every month, and purposely made sure she was never out on a hunt around this time. Rachel follows a bead of water rolling lazily down his neck, creeping down his chest and settling over his nipple.  She lifts her gaze to his face, and he's smirking, his hazel eyes burning into hers. Rachel clears her throat and tries to focus.

Negan was offered a shave and shower once a month, and a haircut every three months, depending on good behaviour. Rick had only agreed to this in the last year. Negan's first year in prison, his hair had been down to his shoulders, and his beard had been remarkable. Rachel hadn't minded it, Negan still having that glint in his eyes behind all that hair. But she couldn't deny that she'd been relieved when Rick had agreed to allow Negan a shave and a haircut.

Of course, Negan being Negan, he liked to make everyone as uncomfortable as possible, insisting on showering right beforehand so he could sit there in his towel and smirk at Janet as she cut his hair.

Rick stares at Negan with a frown.

"The fuck you looking at, Rick? You fucking sweet on me or something?" Negan smiles.

"You're looking a little bigger than normal, considering the rations we've been giving you," Rick frowns.

Negan places a hand against his chest. "Did you just fucking fat shame me?" He says in mock offense.

Rachel tries to stifle a giggle, but it comes out regardless. Rick turns to her, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry," she says, turning back to Negan once again.

"In case you haven't noticed, Rick. I'm in a fucking cell twenty-four hours a goddamn day. Not like i get much fucking exercise. But thanks for giving me a fucking complex, i hope you don't talk to your kids like that."

"Shut the hell up," Rick says. "Are you nearly done?" He asks Janet, fed up of Negan's bullshit.

She nods as she combs back his hair. "Yeah, we're done."

"Thanks, sweetheart," Negan smiles. "You've made me look beautiful, as always."

Janet rolls her eyes, gathering her things together and double checking that her scissors are in her bag.

They leave Negan's cell, Rachel staring at him longingly.

"Rachel," Rick gestures with his head.

"Give her a break, Rick. She's just appreciating the view," Negan chuckles.

Rachel looks down at the ground, her face going red.

"Lock him up," Rick sneers.

Janet locks the cell door, following Rick and the others.

Negan takes off his towel, throwing it on the floor before he grabs his clothes off the bed. He pulls them on, grimacing at the grey sweatpants. Think they'd at least give me some decent fucking clothes, Negan frowns.

He heads over to his cell door, ready to shout up for some water. As he grabs the bars, the door clicks open. "Hold the fucking phone," Negan frowns, staring at the open door.

~

Rachel sits on her porch drinking coffee. She glances over at Daryl, sitting on his own porch skinning squirrel, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Rachel walks across the street, standing at the bottom of his steps.

"Need some help?"

Daryl looks down at her, squinting as smoke blows in his eyes. "Nah, i'm good."

"It'll get done twice as quick if you let me help."

"Yeah, but it'll only get done half as good."