I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches

A good team

"An' that is how I managed to bag my one hundredth fucking rotter kill," Negan said cockily, as both he and Blake strolled hand-in-hand into the large open-plan canteen area. "Not bad for a week after the shit-hit-the-fuckin'-fan, huh?"

The place was busy this evening, with a large line of people all queued up, as well as many people moving here and there weaving in and out of the long tables.

Blake rolled her eyes, nudging him.

"What? Are you expecting me to fan myself or something?" she said with a loud tut. "We've all killed walkers, Negan. It's just that some of us are less vocal about it than others."

She allowed her hand to slip from his easily, flashing him teasing smile before strolling off ahead of him.

But as she turned, Blake could feel almost instantly almost every person in that hall's eyes land on her, feeling the top of her cheeks turning pink.

A few Saviours dropped to their knees as she walked by, part of her presuming that Negan was of course at her side, but it was only when she turned around and saw the dark-haired Saviour still back near to the doorway, did she realise that these people...her peers...were actually kneeling for her.

Blake gave a small gulp, a lump appearing in her throat.

She stopped in her tracks, half way through the room, as people all around followed suit, all either bowing their heads or falling swiftly to their knees, as Blake heard Negan's footsteps approach her from behind.

And it wasn't a moment later that she felt his hot breath of her neck, his lips brushing her ear.

"Feels good, don' it?" he uttered in a silky voice, pressing a grin into her hair.

But Blake merely tutted, batting the dark-haired Saviour away gently with her hand.

"To you maybe," Blake quipped back, rolling her eyes. "But me....if I were you, I'd want people to look me in the eyes while they 'cower' before me."

She threw a teasing look Negan's way as they continued to walk, which made the bearded leader of the Saviour's grin widely, looking impressed.

"Now that is what I call a fuckin' kink, Sweetheart?" Negan growled back, dragging his white teeth over his bottom lip, awestruck. "We can try that out later if you'd like...just you, me...and that goddamn knee-bendin' pussy of yours...."

But Blake shot him an amused, yet warning look. Well aware of how close they were to other Saviours right now and how likely it was they some of they had heard that.

"Just....shut up," she murmured back, the tops of her cheeks turning slightly pink, as they made their way over to the head of the queue for food.

"Well, heck, Darlin' I ain't gonna judge if you're into folks bein' submissive to you too," winked Negan, leaning into her as they walked. "Why do you think I like givin' Lucille to Rick, to hold?"

Once again, Negan's lips brushed her ear as he continued in a slow voice. "I mean it's practically like getting' a fuckin' hand-job from him," chuckled the dark-haired Saviour.

But this only caused Blake to give a small smirk as she pulled her head away, eyeing him bemusedly.

"And getting hand-jobs from Rick is something that you're into is it?" she uttered in a sarcastic voice raising an eyebrow in his direction.

But Negan just scoffed, grinning.

"A hand-job's a hand-job, Doll," he said in a goading voice, bumping her shoulder with his, and strutting cockily forwards, up to the head of the line for dinner.