The Ruins Part 2 (Sequel to The Ruins)

Chapter 24

A week passed after some devastating news, a funeral, and now heavy work duty he has to help the Saviors in. Negan was a couple hours into construction duty- building sturdy walls for the place where Mal and Alec said about the metal manufacturing, using it to cover the Infected walls and bullets- when Bud sidled up next to him while he was taking a quick water break. He was ready to tell the other man to fuck off, the words dancing on the tip of his tongue, but Bud spoke first.

"So you and Mal...you two playin' hide the sausage?"

Negan choked on his own laughter, practically dropping his water as he spluttered around a mouthful. "Are we fucking doing what?"

Bud coughed uncomfortably, shrugging his shoulders. "You know. Uggin' bumplies. Buttering up her soft biscuit."

Negan found it very hard to no collapse into the dirt in a violent fit of laughter. As it was, he was doubled over, wheezing laughs escaping him and making the rest of the construction crew stare.

"Ho-ly shit! You just get right to the damn point, don't you? Fuck, you got any more of those? The butter up biscuit...shit, that's good stuff," Negan straightened up, wiping tears from the crinkling corners of his eyes. "To answer the damn question, though, one, that's none of your goddamn business, two she's seventeen, and three, no, we're not." Negan's eyes flashed dangerously, "Would it be a fucking problem if we were?"

Bud looked surprised by this news. "I don't give half a redneck's hairy ass what y'all do in your spare time. I'm just askin' cause I got a bet goin' with Alec, Sheree, and the RK's."

Negan's jaw clenched. "Do you now?"

"Don't get your knickers in a damn twist. We're not makin' fun. If it helps, we got a similar bet goin' about Alec and Lugh."

Negan laughed at that. Now that's a pair he could see. Alec and Lugh had stuck close since after the Shakespearian battle, and they have been going out in hunts together a or working in motorcycles together as well. He could see them so love struck or what Bud would actually say is hide the sausage or the two-man sword fight.

"So y'all really aren't fuckin'?"

"We're not, no. What the hell made you think we were?"

"Ya'll seem...awful close, is all. You're always hoverin' around her, and y'all...hold hands and shit. The other day, Rachael said she heard you call her baby girl a lot."

Negan blinked. He hadn't realized that other people had noticed the little touches between himself and Mal.

"Raises some questions," He caught the look on Negan's face, "Calm your tits. Nobody gives a flyin' fuck. Seems like a damn petty thing to worry about these days, I think. If anyone does give a rat's ass, not like they're gonna say anything about it. They know they'd get their asses handed to them by one or both of you."

"Good," Negan said. Bud squinted at him for a second.

"You want to though, don't you?"

Negan sighed deeply. "I want to what? Put an end to this fucking uncomfortable-ass conversation? Get back to work so people stop shooting us dirty looks?"

"You wanna play hide your sausage with her." Bud looked amused.

Negan sighed. "Are we really doing this right now? You really wanna have a conversation about who I may or may not want to stick my dick in?"

Bud shrugged, chuckling. "Got me there. Not really. Just wondering how likely it is that I'm gonna be winning this bet."

Negan reached for the the sledgehammer he'd set down a few minutes before and threw it over his shoulder. "Anything that happens between us is up to her, so I don't think there's going to be a whole fucking lot to talk about. If you're smart, you'll get the rest of your jerk off gang to drop the bet. And if you're really smart, you won't fucking mention this to anyone."