This Is How I Disappear (Negan/OFC)

Chapter 40

The next few days are pretty quiet for Chuck, which she's actually thankful for. She's also thankful for the fact that she's been feeling pretty good, lately. Her nausea has pretty much disappeared and she hasn't felt nearly as tired as she once was. Kayla told her that this is all normal for the second trimester and Chuck's not complaining.

This day, Chuck wakes up to Negan barking orders into his radio from the office. Since it's about the time she usually wakes up anyway, she rises from the bed and wraps her newly acquired robe around her and puts on her slippers. She walks through the kitchen to peek her head into the office, making sure no one else is there before she walks in.

"Morning," she says quietly since Negan still has his radio out. She doesn't want to disturb him too much if he still has business to attend to.

Negan puts the radio back on his belt and walks to her. "Morning, sweetheart." He wraps his arms around her and kisses her head. "Did I wake you up?"

She hugs him tightly and kisses his cheek. "It's okay." She pulls back and gestures to Negan's radio. "What was all that?"

"A fuckin' herd went by RA outpost earlier," he answers casually and walks to the kitchen. "Want some pancakes?"

She follows him and pours herself a glass of milk, courtesy of Hilltop and their cows. And the hill-folk always make sure to pasteurize the milk so it's safe to drink. Which Negan made sure of before Chuck was allowed to touch it. "Yeah. Pancakes sound great." She sits at the counter with her glass and watches Negan. "Everything okay at Rolling Acres?"

He gets the ingredients out for the pancakes as well as the griddle and a bowl while he talks. "It's fine. The walls fuckin' held and someone got out to lead those dead fucks away. But that's too fuckin' close to The Sanctuary and it shouldn't've fuckin' happened." He starts to stir all the ingredients together to make the batter as the griddle heats up. "I'm just wondering what those dickheads who are supposed to lead herds away from my goddamn outposts were actually doing. Because it sure as fuck wasn't their damn jobs."

"Maybe the dead just got turned around somewhere," Chuck provides with a shrug.

"Maybe. I'm gonna have to get some more fuckin' blockades all around my shit. Maybe dig some trenches. Try to make it so those herds can't get that fuckin' close again."

When he pours the batter on the griddle, Chuck's mouth practically waters. Her appetite has come back full force since her nausea has gone away. "Did you talk to Rick, yet?" Chuck changes the subject.

Negan gives her a look before turning back to the stove. "Not yet. Why you fuckin' asking?"

"I want you to get friendly with them so Aaron can visit."

"My 'getting friendly' rests on Rick 'getting friendly'. And he's kind of a dick."

"From what you've said, he sounds a lot like you."

"You calling me a dick, little girl?" He turns around with a plate full of pancakes and sets it in front of her along with some maple syrup.

She giggles and shrugs. "I'm just saying, it seems like you guys are kinda similar. Both leaders. Both will do anything to keep their people safe." She pours the syrup all over her pancakes and digs in.

Negan gives her a little grimace. "He's still a dick." He turns back to the stove to finish making his own food.

"Please be nice to them," she starts with a full mouth before swallowing. "I don't want to have to be enemies with my own uncle."

Negan holds his hands up and turns his head to her. "I'll fuckin' try, okay? I was planning on heading out that way tomorrow anyway. Get this shit actually started between us."