This Is How I Disappear (Negan/OFC)

Chapter 4

Chuck snaps back into consciousness seconds later. Negan has her clutched to his chest, walking quickly down the hall.

"Wh-what's going on," Chuck says softly, her mind still foggy.

"I'm taking you to the doc," he growls.

Waking fully, she says, "No, I'm okay. It's just low blood sugar. You don't need to bother Dr. Carson." She still feels a little bit dizzy, but she knows it's not serious.

"You passed the fuck out. That seems like something the doc would be fucking concerned about."

"Only for a few seconds, right? I just need to eat, Negan. I'm fine. I promise."

He lets out a huff. "Fine." By the time Negan responds, they are on the first floor and almost to the infirmary. Negan pauses, switches direction, and heads for the stairwell to the upper floors.

All that Chuck can focus on at that moment is Negan. The way his arms feel around her. The smell of his clothing. The scruff on his neck. The way that she feels completely safe for the first time in a long while.

Negan's always been so good to me. He's done so much for me. Without anything in return. I don't think I deserve him...

"I can walk. You don't have to carry me," she says as she squirms a bit in his grasp.

He sets her down gently, not completely removing his hands from her. "You sure?"

"Yeah." She looks up at him and smiles slightly, trying to convey that she doesn't need his help. He turns her around and puts his hand on her back, pushing her gently through the stairwell doors. Chuck makes it about halfway up the first flight before she slows down, starting to become winded from having no energy.

"Alright." He lets out a huff. "I should've known better than to believe you. Turn around," Negan says from behind her on the steps. After she has turned to face him, he says, "Put your arms around my neck," as he makes a "come on" gesture with his hands.

She knows fighting him on this would be pointless, so she does as he asked. She gingerly wraps her arms around his neck and he brings her to his chest slowly. She awkwardly wraps her legs around him and he puts one of his hands on her bottom to hold her securely.

"You okay with this, baby girl?"

"Yeah," she says bashfully.

He must think I'm so pathetic. Carrying me like a child the whole way through The Sanctuary. I guess I am pathetic...

After some time, she looks around and recognizes that they are heading into Negan's office. As soon as they enter, the smell of spaghetti sauce and garlic wrap around her, making her stomach grumble loudly, almost painfully.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart! I fuckin felt that. When was the last time you actually ate?!" After walking into his kitchen area, he sets her on her feet by the table. She plops herself down into one of the chairs and watches as Negan opens the refrigerator and pulls out a jug of orange juice. "Drink," he demands after he pours the liquid into the glass sitting in front of her.

As she gulps the juice down, Negan brings the prepared food over from the stove and sets it in the middle of the table. The spaghetti and homemade sauce along with the basket of garlic bread has Chuck reminiscing of family dinners with her mom.

Negan makes up a plate for both of them and sits down across from her. "Eat," he demands as he digs into his own meal. "I thought I should fucking feed you after throwing you in a cell for 24 hours. I guess I thought right since you fuckin' passed out on me before I got you up here."