Days passed by in a haze while he was there. Negan wasn't sure how many days it had been since he woke up in the tree house to the strange wolf and woman. Seven or maybe eight days? He wasn't sure, he didn't keep track of days anymore. Negan was slowly recovering from his wound. It seemed like forever ago since he had company. He never thought he'd say it but he was glad for it. She never spoke much, always changing the subject whenever he asked her a question. But slowly, she began to feel more at ease around him.
Negan really enjoyed her company. He hoped that she wouldn't actually send him away. Yes she was a little too quiet for his liking but... she bared strong similarities to his Lucille. The thought alone should scare him, send him running and never look back. But surprisingly, Negan didn't mind. He made his peace with his wife. He buried the stupid baseball bat he named after her.
Hell even the thought of even seeing another baseball bat angered him for the longest time. He didn't want to be reminded of his long lost love. But here she was... Lilith. The unspoken softness and gentleness of her reminded him all too well of his late wife. And it didn't bothered him. In fact, he found it... oddly soothing.
The fact that she was skilled with a sword only deepened his interest in her. She was a goddamn ninja warrior with that thing, slicing and dicing away at walkers. Dead ones... that's right she called them dead ones. He didn't know how a woman this fierce and deadly could also be so... gentle. It intrigued him to his core.
And he couldn't lie and say that every time she touched him, to change his bandages or even a simple touch on the shoulder, he didn't feel something deep stir inside of him. She was beautiful there was no denying it. She had long pale blond hair that she mostly kept it up in a messy bun or ponytail. A few strangling strands of hair that always fell on her face.
He loved the way she blew at the strands of hairs with her breath or tucked them behind her ears. He loved the way she licked her lips or bit her bottom lip when she was concentrating deeply on something. Hell he even started to like the damn wolf!
"Winter is almost here." She spoke softly, stirring him from his thoughts. "We have to move soon. The snow will be too deep and the tree house won't provide any warmth."
Negan looked up at the cloudy skies. She was right, soon it would start to snow. The only good thing about the north was that the winter slowed down the walkers. And it seemed to have a lot less survivors too.
He stood up, wiping the dust from his pants before walking over to the fire. Negan put the fire out and collected their dinner, following her up the steps to the tree house. The wind howled behind them, the temperature was quickly dropping. Like it always did at dusk.
"Ghost come!" She shouted down to her wolf once they reached the top of the stairs.
The white wolf quickly ran up the stairs, almost tripping Negan and Lilly in the process.
"Damn dog!" Negan puffed.
"He's just excited. And he's a wolf. How many times do I have to tell you?" She snickered.
They made their way inside, closing and barricading the door.
"Well excuse the goddamn fucking fuck out of me."
She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. "You always swear this much?"
"Yes..." Negan hissed, licking his lips. "Yes I fucking do! And I thought you liked that about me." He grinned down at her.
"You wish." She laughed.
"Well you're not so perfect yourself princess. You got a damn mouth on you too."
"I hardly swear as much as you do." She responded taking the items from his grasp.
"Not as much but you still got a damn dirty mouth on you darling." Negan did his famous backward lean, as if to prove a point.
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In the Dark
Fiksi Penggemar-set after whisperer war arc- Negan wakes up in a strange place with no idea how he got there. He meets a strange wean with a strange pet, who just might be ha salvation. As much as he would be hers.
