Last One Fighting ~ Negan Fanfic

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So...it's Christmas and I thought, what to get the best readers a girl could possibly ask for? How about a long awaited updated?! 

I have been gone a very long time! I'm terribly sorry my friends. I was struck was a serious case of total obsession/inspiration and have been churning out chapters for a new fanfic. I promised I haven't abandoned this one! I will get better at balancing between all the stories I have going on right now. 

Happy Christmas and Happy Reading!!!

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I went back down to the mess hall the next morning. I slipped behind the counter without saying anything to anyone and started working on the pile of dishes that were left from breakfast. Arat and Michelle smiled warmly at me but didn't say anything. Just like yesterday they let me help without forcing me to talk. It helped. I was able to focus on the simple work in front of me.

I don't know how long I was down there before Negan showed up. He jumped up on the counter beside me. "What you up to Hot Friend?" he asked in a teasing tone. 

He had shown up in my apartment at some point after I had fallen asleep the night before. When I woke in the morning he was sleeping on the floor next to my bed again. I had managed to slip out without waking him. 

Part of me felt guilty for him sleeping on the floor two nights in a row, but there was another part of me that was reassured by his presence. I kept expecting him to decide I wasn't worth the trouble. Heck I didn't think I was, I couldn't imagine why he would, but nonetheless he kept coming. 

I looked down at my hands which were buried in the sudsy water as though it were obvious. I turned towards him and arched a brow. "What's it look like?" I asked reaching for the next pan.

Negan scratched at the back of his neck. "It looks like you're doing janitorial work that is normally reserved for individuals who have chosen to work for points or who are put on KP duty as some kind of punishment."

I shrugged. "I like it, it helps me think," I told him honestly. And it did. Dwight and I had worked in the kitchen for hours the day before. The simple, familiar task had left me calm and focused. I had slept all through the night without any nightmares. 

Negan pressed his lips together. He didn't look happy with having me down here, but he certainly wasn't going to argue with me about it. He froze and leaned forward once more, looking around us curiously. "Where's Dwight?"

"I haven't seen him today," I told him.

Negan frowned. "That so?" he drawled dangerously.

I was only half paying attention. If my full focus had been on our conversation I would have known something was up, but the point of being here was to get some distance from the stresses upstairs. Instead I moved my hands through the warm water, scrubbing the pot until it was cleaned. I wasn't doing anything down here that warranted a bodyguard. After being forced to help me wash dishes for hours the day before I didn't blame Dwight for staying away. 

Negan jumped down from the counter. He stepped towards me and gripped my hip in his palm as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I'll see you tonight sweetheart. Got some business to take care of."

I nodded after him and kept working.

Negan wasn't gone two minutes before Arat set a dirty pan beside me and paused. "So is it true what people say about you?"

I snorted. The amount of things her statement could cover was astounding. I had to bite back the urge to laugh out loud and scare away my new friend. "Probably...what are they saying this week?" I asked sardonically.