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When I first saw you The end was soon To Bethlehem it slouched And then, it must've caught a good look at you
Negan laid eyes on her months before the end. It was after Lucille passed and she filled that hole, but not as a one night stand but as a new love.
It's as if the universe knew they could conquer and thrive in the end of the world. In the real world he was a gym teacher and she was a receptionist, but now they were the king and queen. He ruled the sanctuary and she stood right behind him. She was made for him in this mess, he was a sadistic, blood thirsty, tyrant and she loved him for it.
Give your heart and soul to charity 'Cus the rest of you The best of you Honey, belongs to me
She sometimes helped out with the workers during their shifts. She'd help cook or clean up after, helping them set up their stands. Negan would never do something so charitable himself, but he loved watching her doing that. She had that bit of humanity left that he lacked.
When she finished with cleaning up dinner one night, Negan had been waiting for her. They walked down the hall, she wiping her hands on her apron.
"Ain't that fuckin nice of you" he laughed, one arm around her and the other gripping Lucille.
"What?" She asked, genuinely confused.
"Helpin out those sorry fuckers when you could be living in luxury upstairs with me"
"I don't mind it. It's the least I can do"
"Well you do that but that's where it ends. You can give your heart and soul to them, but the rest of you, the best of you, fuckin belongs to me. You got that?" He looked down at her with an amused expression on his face, his tongue gliding over his lips that formed a smirk.
"I got that, I never forgot" she nodded back while they continued their walk.
Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe
Negan carrying out his work, his sinful work, she loved. She didn't mind that he killed in cold blood, burned off faces and took supplies for others. It was like this was for her, this reckless lifestyle appealed to her. There was no law anymore and she was thriving, they were thriving.
After Negan had finished killing the red head of Rick group, he swung his bat around to her, blood splashing on her face and neck.
"You love this shit, don't you babe? These fuckers getting their skulls bashed in," he shouted, leaning his body back as he often did "gettin you all hot and bothered, seeing them headed towards a grave, aren't I right?"
"Yeah" she nodded, suddenly ashamed.
"Don't be shy, baby" he said, a shift in tone of his voice as he placed a hand behind her neck "I know you like it" he whispered before licking the stripe of blood off of her neck in front of all of them.
He then captured her lips in his own. She could taste the blood and moaned at it. It didn't matter that all those people were there to her anymore, not with his lips on hers. She moved her hand up his jacket, tugging at the zipper but he pulled back.
"Aren't you just lusting for me, huh? Want me to keep going in front of all of them, even the dead motherfucker. I bet you're soaked" he licked across his front row of teeth before shoving his gloved hand down her pants.
He could feel the slickness, not even needing a bare hand to tell. He teased her with his finger, pushing it into her as she moaned out loud, grasping his wrist.
"We can't do this here, I've got work to do," he said, removing his hand from her, leaving her empty and flushed "oh wait, I've got something for you"
He pulled her forward, thrusting Lucille in her hand. She had never held her and she felt electricity shoot through her body.
"Eenie meenie miney mo them" he instructed her.
She went through all of the people with each word, sometimes syllable. She landed on an Asian man and looked up at Negan.
"He is it, and you know what that means" he told her, his eyes dark and filled with lust to watch her do his dirty work. This was getting him as aroused as it made her.
She lifted the bat but was shoved to the ground, a punch landing on her face out of nowhere. Negan shouted out, the saviors pulling the man off of her. Negan ripped Lucille from her grasp but still checking on her.
"You alright, babe?" He asked.
"Fine" she nodded, sitting up and spitting out blood.
"Good, I gotta deal with this fucker"
Nothing f*cks with my baby Nothing can get a look in on my baby Nothing f*cks with my baby Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
"You've gotta be out of your mind to touch her!" Negan yelled, his voice dropping an octave "that is my fucking wife! No one can punch her, let alone touch her! Now I want to mow you down with Lucille, I want her to, but I can't let you have the satisfaction. I want you to remember that you fucked with her, you fucked with me"
Negan turned on his heels and smashed Lucille into the Asian mans head, making the assaulter watch. He started to cry, watching Negan bash in his skull, far past when he was dead.
"Put him in the truck, we're done here" Negan said to the saviors, anger still on his face.
He turned around to her and touched her face.
"You alright, my love?" He asked, anger leaving his face.
"I'm alright" she nodded and grabbed his hand, one of the fingers covered in blood she took it into her mouth.
"You horny mother fucker, you still want me don't you?" He asked her, leaning his hard on into her core. She nodded in response, "ain't that my baby!" He shouted proudly.
If I was born as a blackthorn tree I'd wanna be felled by you Held by you Fuel the pyre of your enemies
Negan stared at her sleeping figure. The red silk covering her curves, still exposing enough flesh for his liking. He could only think about how he needed her. If he was any other being, any other form of life, he'd want her there with him. Like if was a tree, he'd want her to be the lumberjack that chopped him down. The one to help get him up onto the truck. He'd even love to be the tree that fueled a pyre of her enemies.
Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe
"Ain't it warmin you, huh? The world ending" he mumbled, running his hand up the side of her body.
"Yeah, because we're the winners now. We're no longer bossed around, we're the bosses now" she replied, turning over to face him.
"You're right babe, we are. And you're mine, for now and forever" he said as he pulled her face into his for a kiss.
