𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{54} Life is... Was Good

"Shoot first, ask questions later!"

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Four months. It had been four months since Brooklyn had decided to run away and start a new chapter of her life with Negan.

And in all honesty? She couldn't be happier.

Together, the couple had turned that abandoned bungalow that was once covered in ruins and dead bodies, in to a safe place to call home, adding more and more to it each day. They'd cleared out all of the nearby stores that were situated in the small town, stocking up on any resourceful supplies they could scavenge.

Due to the pregnancy, however, and the small bump swelling on her stomach, Negan had been extremely protective. Protective to the point where he'd even argue with the girl over pathetic things that didn't need the time or effort to worry about. Just the other day, Brooklyn was sitting out on the front steps, soaking up the sunlight when she stood up and nearly toppled over her own feet. Of course when Negan walked outside and saw the scene unfold before him, he proceeded to scold her, demanding that she not go anywhere alone from now on. This then lead to a huge row and that night the former saviour leader found himself sleeping uncomfortably alone on the couch.

But right now, things were good. They were great, in fact. Looking back now, Brooklyn never would have imagined that this is where she'd be now. It was almost as if she was living in a fairy tale with everything in the world that she could possibly have. Without Negan, she'd be nothing. Sure he was an asshole at times, extremely annoying too, but he was her rock. Brooklyn knew that she could always depend on him, no matter what the situation was.

"D'you know what I really fancy right now?"

The couple were currently occupying the kitchen. It was a late chilly morning, and Brooklyn was watching Negan as he dished up two plates of freshly made scrambled eggs. She was swinging her feet from side to side under the table, fiddling recklessly with the table cloth like a cat playing with string.

Brows raised, Negan handed her breakfast over, and sat down in the chair opposite. It was only then that he finally answered her question, "and what's that, darlin'?" He questioned, chest rumbling in a low chuckle at the sight of his girlfriend ravenously shovelling a forkful of egg in to her mouth.

Brooklyn hummed in satisfaction and licked her lips, "pizza," she huffed, imagining what it would be like to taste that scrumptious, Italian specialty.

"Pizza, huh?" Negan clicked his tongue, laughing at the girl's immediate nod, "that does sound nice. Too bad it's the end of the world."

His sarcastic statement, though it was the truth, made Brooklyn pout and she quickly smacked his arm for ruining the mood. "Cravings are driving me wild," she admitted, "I really fancy like a huge pizza with a chocolate shake and a large portion of onion rings or something..." She almost found her mouth watering at the thought.

Negan chewed hungrily on his eggs, debating her choice of meal in his head, "damn that little guy must be making you hungry," he then placed a hand to his chest, pretending to be mock-offended, "are my eggs not good enough for you?"

At that, she giggled, "they're perfect."

They both sat in a comfortable silence, their forks scratching simultaneously against the plates. Negan finished first, stomach gurgling with glee that it had been fed with a big breakfast to start the day. "I'm going on a run today," he started, catching the girl's attention, "thought we should start gathering up some fucking weapons since we ain't got nothing to protect ourselves with apart from the shit you stole from Alexandria... Oh and we need some stuff for the baby, y'know, more clothes, toys."