Save Me

70. What Is Left

Molly finds herself protecting what is left and discovers the lengths she will go to keep the ones she cares about safe, while Negan asks Molly a question that hasn't been discussed in a long time.

A day had passed and I hadn't seen Negan or Lydia.

I waited for hours outside the cell, just praying that she would choose us.

If she wanted to leave, I would let her because I love her but I also just want her to be safe and I will get her to that place wherever it may be.

Gabriel brought her food three times a day but she refused to see me.

It was my fault that this happened to her so I understood why but it still stung like a bitch.

From sitting on the step outside the cell, I could clearly see the front gates and I would watch them religiously, just hoping that Negan would come back soon.

I knew that they were going far out and that integrating him into our community was key but I still worried about him.

Though I knew he was more than capable of handling himself out there, even without Lucille.

I always wrote Lydia little notes on small pieces of paper about all the ways in which she is strong just to remind her when she felt herself questioning it.

Today, I wrote another and posted it through the cell window, in between the bars as I heard it drop to the concrete floor.

I didn't know if she read them, but the sentiment was still there that I cared about her and that others did as well.

I sighed and started to stand up and walk home as it was getting dark when out of the corner of my eye I saw the gates slide open slowly.

I smiled and said 'thank god' as I ran down to the gates and jumped into Negan's arms.

He was covered in walker blood, so was Aaron.

I didn't ask what happened out there but I could tell by Negan's expression that something bad went down.

He propped me down gently and smiled as I said seductively 'c'mon let's go home, I have a treat for you'.

I grabbed his hand and made him follow me to the house.

Once we were inside, I pushed him against the wall as I kicked the door shut with my foot and crashed my lips against his.

He smirked as he burst into action, taking control of the kiss as his hands travelled up my waist until they landed on my jaw.

His lips tasted sweet and soft against mine but I could feel his hesitation like he was only doing this for me.

I moved us off the wall and manoeuvred over to the couch so I could straddle him.

He smiled gently and wrapped his arms around my waist as he sat up to hold me closer.

I teased him and stood up slowly as I hovered over him, planting a quick kiss on his lips before I started to slowly undress.

His smile faded and he grabbed my hand pulling me gently back to the couch.

I frowned and asked softly, 'what is it?'.

'I'm sorry, I want nothing more than to screw your goddamn brains out, truly' he said smirking which made me chuckle.

'But?' I asked slowly.

'But, there's something pressing on my mind' he replied.

I nodded and said, 'alright, what is it?'.