Loving the Enemy [ Negan x reader ] ~ Discontinued

{Chapter 20}

Y/N P.O.V.

The feeling of being a mother became overwhelming. Just knowing that I have a little life growing inside of me made me completely anxious. After me and Negan both fell asleep, we both cuddled for the night.

~timeskip until morning~

I woke up and couldn't move, so I looked at my restrained waist and saw Negan's arm wrapped around it. I turned towards him and looked at him, admiring him. 

"Stop staring baby."

"Whyyyyyy, you're perfect."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. He stood up and grabbed his shirt, and helped me up. 

"How are you feeling, I mean with the baby and all?"

"I am okay Negan. As long as I have you, I'll be okay."

He nodded and went into the closet, and grabbed me a shirt and jeans. He gave me them, and motioned for me to get dressed. I did, and he was waiting for me, hand held out, and we walked out.

"We are gonna go see our favorite scarred face dickhead."

We walked down the hallway, hand in hand. He opened the outside door and saw Dwight smoking a cigarette. Negan whistled and Dwight looked up at us, shaken that we were even here.

"Surprised to see us? Shouldn't be."

Dwight chuckled.

"Hell yeah, I'm surprised. We found your car, and Simon thought that--"

"Give me a hand with this, will you?"

Dwight and Negan walked over to the large garbage dumpster and began to push it. 

"Not gonna lie--a real punch in the dick when Rick cornered us in the basement with those decomposing assholes and you fellas never showed up."

"Simon thought--"

"I want to know what you were thinking." Negan paused as I walked to his side and grabbed his hand, "See I want to know if you remember who you are. This little talk is just between Y/N, me, and you."

"Simon's your number two. I thought you wanted him calling it. I remember who I am. I'm Negan."

"Good. That's what I like to hear. Now do me a favor. Put that smoke out right there."

Dwight did exactly what Negan told him to, thankfully because I was sick of smelling shitty cigarette smoke, but Negan continued.

"See, when the time comes--and you will know when it comes--I want you to remember this little talk. I want you to remember what we've done and what we can still do together."

Negan and Dwight had stared at each other for a second, and me and Negan walked off. He was completely quiet and went to the conference room. He sat down, put me on one of his knees, and had Lucille on the table, beginning to clean her. After a minute, everyone who was in higher power-walked into the room, Simon sitting on the other end. The silence that was present was ear piercing. After a few minutes of this, Simon spoke up.

"I thought they killed you and that you were gone, like--" He snapped his fingers,"--like that."

The silence had come back, but as quickly as it came, Simon broke it.

"I lacked discipline. And I made it personal. And that's why I moved things from infection to extermination at the Hilltop. Yes...things went bad." Negan slid me off his lap and motioned for me to sit in the chair beside him, so I did. "Though I think it's possible we may have found ourselves in a similar tactical situation, regardless of approach. We don't know that. So, I'll own it. I just ask that you give me a pass on this one. I'll make it up to you. I promise you that."