Alexandria

Chapter 7

"I see what you're doing there," Negan smirks as he moves his piece.

"What?"

"Come the fuck on, Rachel. I know how to read women, and i know you like the back of my hand," he smiles.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rachel smiles innocently.

"Really? So you've not purposely hiked your skirt up a little? Or you're not purposely leaning down more than you need to each time you move your piece?"

Rachel stares at him, pulling her skirt down a little. "I was not, it's just you and your dirty mind."

"Sure it is," Negan smirks.

"If you're that bothered then why are you looking?"

"Because i'm a fucking guy, and it'd be rude not to," Negan smiles. "I mean look at you, sitting there looking all hot," he bites on his lip, shaking his head as he turns away from her. "But it's not fucking happening, sweetheart. Sadly, i can't be tempted."

"Really?" She asks, raising her eyebrow.

"Well no, not fucking really, but you should respect my wishes and stop flashing your tits at me, i meant what i said."

"I know, and i am respecting your wishes. Anyway, it's your move," she says.

"What?" Negan stares at her in confusion.

"The game," she nods.

"Oh," he smiles. "I thought you were talking about-"

"I know what you thought i was talking about, like i said, you have a dirty mind."

"Any word from Hilltop?" Negan asks.

"Yeah, they let Lydia go."

"Lydia?"

"That Whisperer girl's name," Rachel says as she moves her piece.

"Why the fuck did they do that?"

"Their leader showed up, and she had the Hilltop's missing guy with them. Said the others that went missing went down during the fight, must've turned."

"And Maggie just handed her over?" Negan frowns.

"It was an even trade, why wouldn't she?"

Negan shrugs his shoulders. "We don't really now much about them."

Rachel looks up at him with a smile. "We?"

"You know what i mean."

"Well it doesn't matter. They're gone now. Their leader said as long as we don't interfere with their business, they'll leave us alone."

"And what is their business?" Negan asks. Rachel shrugs. "See that, is what i don't wanna fucking see. You shrugging your damn shoulders like it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter, or at least that's what Rick thinks."

"And do you agree with him?"

"Like i said, it doesn't matter. What Rick says goes."

Negan stares at her, his eyes wide. "Excuse fucking me! Where the hell was that kinda thinking when i was fucking leading you?"

"I was sleeping with you, i can't exactly whisper shit in Rick's ear to change his mind."

"Hold the fuck up," Negan waves his hand dramatically. "Are you trying to tell me that all that pillow talk we had was you trying to whisper shit in my ear?"

"Maybe?" She teases.

"I feel so used," he says in mock offence.

"You love it though."