Baseball Bat and a Smile

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“I think it’s French.” Mireya replied, although she wasn’t French herself. There was a bit of French-Canadian in her bloodline somewhere, but it was more that her parents liked the sound of the pretty and fancy name. It had made them feel fancy until they felt bed up and bored, not that she knew or cared enough about all of that to convey it to Negan. She was more occupied by the fact that he was definitely sort of kidnapping her. Did it count as kidnapping if there was nobody to take her from? Did a tree fall if nobody heard it? God, the world was confusing enough.

“They died a few days ago from Walkers.” Her dry voice sounded a bit glum, her neutral - but intrigued - expression transitioning to something glum. She didn’t cry, her posture bobbing upwards a bit as Negan tugged at her bag. Thoughtfulness taking over, Mireya added, “I think I’m seven. I dunno what day it is anymore. I lost count.”

“Well, its Spanish, but whatever you say sweetheart.“ Negan smirked, waving the subject away. He was in no mood to argue with a child and instead continued on his trek, pulling the girl by her backpack a little less forcefully. “You’ve not been alone long then, at least. Good thing too! Kids your age don’t last long out here - at least not with all that damn screamin’ you were doing!” Another laugh punctuated his speech before he lifted his hand - and Lucille - up into the sky to get the attention of his men.

“One of you boys wanna get off your asses and load these fuckin’ trucks up? I’ve got some special loot.” Negan grinned, tugging at Mireya’s bag to show her off. “Any of you fuckers so much as look at her funny and I’ll give you a private dance with Lucille. Comprende? Excellent.“ White teeth flashed at the men, who all nodded and shuffled to get their shit together. Smile remaining, Negan looked down at Mireya.

“How long’s it been since you had chocolate, kid?” He asked, swinging the door of his black truck open to offer her first dibs on the front seats, intending for her to sit between him and the nervous fuck tasked with driving the truck. He released the loop on her bag but would grab it again to help her climb up the impossibly tall set of steps into the truck. “Cake? Cookies? You have that sorta shit while you were out there with people?”

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motheriing:

❝ I don’t stop being a mom, ❞ she admitted, words holding a cutting edge as she remained standing near him,  ❝ when you say ‘again’ it makes me think that you think they’re not out there, that they’re dead, ❞ blonde hair moved as she shook her head, disdain clear upon her features, though her blue eyes stayed lock on his, letting him see the hurt he caused.

❝ And even if they are, I am still a mother. There’s no again about it, ❞ Lisa forced the statement from her lips. The very thought that they were gone caused a pain that she tried so hard to ignore.

❝ I care more about the sliver of hope that they’re out there and that you will find them than the material shit that’s here so when you say things like that, it hurts more than you could ever imagine. That hope is all I have that keeps me going,❞ her admission came easily and she was sure he knew how she felt. She would have worked out with the others, but it seemed more beneficial. Letting him control her in an effort to have the promise that he’d find them and keep them safe was something she’d easily give up again and again. It was what a good mother would do.

At his apology, she once again stepped forward. It was so much better not being angry at him than the angst it took to be angry with him for days. When she was angry at him, he could easily grow tired of her and tell her to leave then she’d never find her girls.

❝ You know I’ll take care of the kid but just…try not to say things like that, please, ❞ her words were softer now, gentler than before, as she pressed a hand to his forearm and took a step forward. She pressed her cheek against his and pressed a quick kiss against his ear before pulling away, ❝ I was thinking about going to get something to eat. You wanna join me? ❞

“See?! Now we’re gettin’ somewhere! Now we’re communicating, Lisa. It’s the foundation of every healthy marriage.“ Negan took a gentler drag on his cigarette before deciding that he was done with it, tossing the remaining cig to the floor before crushing it under his boot. Something for some poor sucker working a janitor shifts for points could worry about later. He turned to face Lisa, his smile turning to a contemplative pout before settling in a soft, serious look.

“I’m sorry, Lisa. I didn’t mean it that way - just that they ain’t physically here to be…you know, kids around you. Don’t mean I think they dead, but all the same I’m sorry for implying it.” His tone was relaxed but not mocking; he gave his apology genuinely. Lisa made her own gestures to assure him that things were okay, and Negan smiled to himself as she kissed the side of his face. These little peacemaking gestures boosted his ego; made him feel like the woman was apologising for his mistake.

"Food does sound good right about now. A beer, too. A beer is one of the many thousands of things I would kill a man for. It’s stupid, the things I’d kill for. Things that we've already got!" He shot her that salesman’s grin that challenged her to agree with him, and snaked an arm behind her. With one hand resting on the small of her back, Negan led her despite the suggestion being hers. "Should be plenty of fresh bread done baking by this time'a day, for a start. Oh! By the way," Negan glanced behind him towards the parlour as they walked away from it. "Mention to Sherry that you had a cigarette in the hallway with me...and that you don't think it was as nice as the ones she shares with Dwight." He grinned enough to show teeth as he looked back at Lisa. "Tell me exactly what kinda face she makes because I am sure that it'll be priceless. I ain't got a problem with it yet, but I wanna know what face she makes. Remind y'all that I got eyes everywhere and that they need'a respect their boundaries." Negan laughed to himself, expecting Lisa's reaction to be a similar one.

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Mireya felt shyer by the second, although some of her childish personality shone through at Negan’s explanation. Her face scrunched up, grossed out as he ruined jello for life. It was rare to find, of course, so maybe it wasn’t much of a loss.

At first, Mireya’s silence continued. She didn’t want a terrible nickname that she wouldn’t like. What if he wasn’t alone, and he had other friends who also used this terrible name? Even without a playground, to a seven year old that seemed like a very bad thing. Her feet landed in the long grass, and as Negan swung Lucille, she moved out of his range, definitely not wanting to take this overzealous adventurer’s bat to the face. At first, he might have thought that she ran off, but then the girl stepped out from behind the trunk of the nearest tree.

“… I’m Mireya.” She managed finally. It wasn’t the loudest, and it was clear that her throat was sore and in need of water. “Thank you.”

“Mireya? So what, you Mexican, Spanish?” He asked, balancing Lucille on his shoulder to approach the girl. He hooked a finger into the top loop of her dirty backpack, tugging it to force her to stand up straight and correct that nervous posture.

"Well, Mireya, you got a camp somewhere? People waitin' for you a ways away?" People meant supplies, and maybe the kid would make for a good bargaining chip that allowed for a rare takeover without blood being spilled. If Negan honestly felt like a group was too weak and scared to do anything but fall in line, he'd find something else for Lucille to break and spare them. Hell, the really small groups could be productive as shit, but killing one of them out of principle could harm that productivity. "I would love to meet any grownups waitin' for you, Mireya."

The whole time he was speaking and thinking, Negan was also encouraging Mireya to walk with him, holding the loop of her backpack to drag her along if she became sheepish. "If you ain't got anybody at all, speak up." She might not be useful now, but a kid her age could be grown into something far more valuable than any resources given to her while she grew up. At some point they had to start looking after kids and nurturing the next generation, or Negan and his operation would swiftly be fucked once everyone's shortened lifespans caught up with them. Kids were necessary and important. "Tell me how old you are too, kid. Eight, nine?" She looked filthy and tired, but Negan didn't think kids could be aged by this world the way adults were. Some of his men looked twice their damn age because of the exhaustion and malnourishment they'd endured before.

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avi8rix:

You idiot! Why did you speak?

Her inner thoughts echoed in the faces of the surrounding Saviors. A single word and she may well have just crucified herself with Rosita and Eugene. The anger she had was quickly devoured by the gut wrenching fear that gripped her as Negan raged and stormed. It was the kind of fear that compelled you to run for your life, but kept you paralyzed as if in some kind of cruel joke.

She trembled and didn’t dare to meet his gaze as he brought himself and his wounded Lucille so dangerously close. She knew he wasn’t fond of killing women, but he certainly wasn’t above it when so compelled. And Lucille was far too valuable for him to risk breaking, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t find some other brutal way to slay her. No, if Negan threatened you, your life was very much in jeopardy.

She remained silent as he expressed his rage, but she knew better than to not speak when addressed. She swallowed back her terror and spoke with shaken breath.

“N-no… No, sir…” She only hoped her fear and submission would be enough that he might let her be.

Something in Negan snapped, and he could not see the appeal in teaching this girl a lesson in the brutality expected of her back at Sanctuary. This was its own learning moment and it would show Rick that Negan did not foster weakness. There was nothing to chip away at, and Rick could not rely on this sort of weakness.

“You got a fucking knife, don't you? Get it out. Show me your fucking weapon.” Negan took a wide step back and waved Lucille in a gesture to follow him. He wanted everyone to learn. He moved to the woman on the floor who had damaged Lucille; who glared up at him defiantly even now as blood dripped down her face. His hand snatched his subordinate's and directed the knife to where Arat's had been.

"Now you get to do the hurting. This is the message I'm sending everyone; you step out of line and someone get punished. You, you talked out of line and tried to tell me what to do. You wanted all of this to stop, so I'm making you continue it. Put your knife to her other cheek and draw blood. We want scars, don't we boys?!" Negan looked up to the soldiers watching him, guns trained on Alexandrian's. Eventually Negan's eyes fixed on Rick as he urged the girl to cut this other woman's face. "We want a record of this important lesson. What's your damn name, my little conscientious objector?"

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motheriing:

❝ If you were asking me to KIDNAP a kid, you know I wouldn’t do it, ❞ she cleared, making sure he understood that line in the sand she had created. She knew, maybe internally, that her husband had a paternal tenderness to him, he was a man that was good with kids. The thought of WHY he hadn’t knocked one of the girls up crossed her mind.

Flesh sought him out as he touched her once more. Lisa leaned into his touches as she always had in the past. When Negan pulled away from her to stand against the wall beside her, she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged against her lips. If someone were to pass them, she was sure they looked the part of two people CONSPIRING to take over the world, and in part, maybe they were. It was no secret that the Saviors worked to bring civilization back, to bend people to Negan’s rule.

Lisa took the offered cigarette and leaned forward, allowing him to lit it, blue eyes still remaining on him while he spoke. She remained silent, listening and taking in what he had to say, letting her in on what he WANTED to do with Alexandria’s little prince.

She enjoyed the cigarette, inhaling and holding for a long moment before releasing once more. The smoke wafted into the air around them as she finally spoke again, ❝ You can be the king that takes the enemy’s little prince as his own. I’ll see what I can do. ❞

His next words caused her heart to sink. The hurt they had inflicted was noticeable for only a moment with the tremble of her lower lip that was quickly hidden with another drag on the cigarette before she threw it at his feet and blew the rest of the smoke from her lungs. She was going to ask how she was to go about getting the kid back into the Pussy Palace, how she was going to persuade the kid that Negan wasn’t all bad, but then he had spoke HATEFUL words.

She was sure he knew how much that would hurt her, would cut her deeper than anything else. If he wanted her to help with anything, that wasn’t how to win her over. But she didn’t allow tears to shed as thoughts of Carrie and Brittney crossed her mind and how Charles had taken them from her, had tainted Carrie against her.

❝ Apologize.  You have no idea how much what you said just hurt my feelings.❞

“Oh come on.” Negan screwed his face up defensively, pausing to take a drag on his cigarette. “Why wouldn’t you wanna play mom again? Or at least, whys it gotta be such a goddamn sore spot for you?” He knew why; Negan was no fool. He thought Lisa could be lighthearted about this and he was wrong - it had hurt her. Negan did not take kindly to any sort of demand though, and would not just yet give up the apology he absolutely owed her.

“I decide when I gotta apologise, you don’t demand things from me. Control, remember? You don’t have it.“ Another drag on the cigarette; angry and wasteful as he burned far too much of the cigarette in one go. “I want you to explain why it still puts a stick up your ass to be told that you can be a good mom again. You don’t talk about this shit enough. If you tell me I have no idea how hurtful I’m being, then give me the fuckin’ idea. You think you can’t be a good mom because of what happened with your girls, or you just dislike bein’ one now?“

By the end of his sentence, Negan’s tone had softened just a little. He was berating her for feelings. Legitimate feelings. It didn’t feel all that good (guilt wasn't a feeling Negan experienced often but he knew it well enough to recognise the twinge of it in his gut) and he began to ease off as he flicked ash from the cigarette. Lisa was too easy to like, and it made her feelings matter. “I’m fucking sorry sweetheart. Thought you’d be less fuckin' sour about it.”

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Working an early so I gotta scram but I'm only working 3 days this week before xmas so expect more of me!!

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❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

“What?” Negan asked, pausing to catch his breath through the excitement he’d fought back while leading Beth out to the yard.. “I think it’s very brilliant, dear wife, and I expect your unwavering goddamn support in this decorative decision.”

Negan brandished Lucille out towards the fences, huffing. “Where the fuck else was I supposed to put all that tinsel? They wasted all that time bringing a fucking crate of it back!” walkers in the yard, impaled on spikes or grounded by chains, had been reluctantly decorated by prisoners in their dirty jumpsuits. Each walker had at least a small length of cheap tinsel strewn over its shoulders or around its neck. A few even had the spikes they were impaled upon wrapped in the stuff. Best decorator was promised a decent meal.

“Which one you think looks the most festive out there, Beth?”

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motheriing:

Being alone with him in the hallway was almost freeing. Prying eyes and listening ears were taken out of the situation and they could FINALLY have privacy, if his men stayed way for a few minutes more.

But the thought of tainting some kid was a hard pill to swallow. From what she had seen the world had already done a significant amount of work on him like most of the kids that had survived the initial outbreak and lived through all manner of hardships. Lisa KNEW she’d do what her husband asked of her. The kid would be SAFER here than anywhere else, she had to tell herself and she did want to desperately believe them. With the amount of men and rules that were STRICTLY followed. It had kept them MOSTLY safe, though Fat Joey had been the exception.

Lisa watched him move this way and that, her gaze following him easily as she leaned back against the wall as she just let him speak, soaking in all he wanted her to do.

❝ That dear approachable wife of yours likes to put emotion on everything,❞ she admitted. From what she had seen of Sherry, she was the one that cared too much for others,  ❝I saw him. I’ll talk to him, but…he may react better if I have DECENT clothes,❞ Lisa leaned into him, her smile near devilish,  ❝ Don’t want my tits to get him distracted from the conversation, do we, ❞ she paused for only a moment as she thought back to how the kid had followed Negan around with a want to understand in his single eye,  ❝ Did he tell you what happened to him?❞

But she did have a thought as the conversation progressed and it was something she took issue with.

❝ You just want him to understand and empathize for our ways, right? You’re not trying to TAKE him from Rick, are you? ❞

Negan responded in a snap, sucking his teeth and making a tisk noise. He grimaced and leaned back to make his disdain clear physically rather than actually telling her off.

"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. I didn't ask for that judgemental tone! Don't ask me questions like that, baby." He leaned forward to cup the sides of her face, running his fingers through her soft hair. "But just to prove a point and remind you that I know best, I'll tell you." Negan released her face and slid his hands down to her shoulders, then released her and turned to lean against the wall, standing next to her now.

"I'm not taking the kid literally. Eventually he'll come around to my way of thinking and he'll leave. I'm not stealin' the kid out of his bed like some demon in the night." Negan grinned and looked down at his jacket, searching for a box of cigarettes in his pockets. One was offered to Lisa first. "It'll break Rick more if his kid comes to me willingly in the end. I mean, I might invite the kid here initially with a lil' force but in the end," He shrugged, taking a cigarette for himself and placing it between his lips. "He'll want to be a savior."

Negan lit his cigarette and offered Lisa a light too, taking a long drag with the cigarette held between his thumb and forefinger. "You gonna do as I ask and help me being this kid over, or should I find another girl and hope she won't fuck it up while you sit back and watch? You get to play mom again for real." A grin was given to her, despite knowing that might not be what Lisa actually wants.

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Mireya saw the swing of the bat and the clocking of the Walker before she saw the man who did it, wondering if she was hallucinating until something pulled her from the floor. The surprise brought with it a cry and a whimper, which she hushed into absolute silence within seconds. Mireya knew screaming was the worst thing to do, but she’d also thought herself done in for. Now she wasn’t, it was best not to draw in anymore.

Brown eyes didn’t leave the man’s face, showing a mixture of tiredness, confusion, fear and relief all in one. Her parents? Long dead, a far off memory and a far off dream. Mireya nodded, but didn’t say a word. Except for the plush in her hands, she was all alone, and it was the same reason for her complete silence. Sure, Negan was intimidating, but he also seemed cheerful and that put her at ease. Mireya just struggled to process words these days. There was too much for her brain to process, too much, and she just couldn’t find words. Couldn’t get them out.

“What, you can’t talk all of a sudden?” He mocked her, pouting as he turned to face the dispatched body with the little girl swinging from his other hand. He lifted Lucille and shook some of the rancid blood from her, splattering his shoes and legs. "That one was too easy, like cutting butter. Heads are like jello." The old ones always were; they'd had a year or two to waste away and were almost too easy to kill with all those soft skulls and liquid brains.

He turned his head and lifted the girl even higher so he could look up at her. A wide and toothy grin was bared at her through stubbly regrowth that desperately needed some sort of beard oil to ease the itch. "Let's take a walk then, darlin'." He said, tone and smile eerily similar to his used-car-salesman days. Negan could sell crap to a plumber with that smile. "You got a name? Because otherwise I'm gonna have you a real stupid replacement name, and you'll hate bein' called it."

Negan walked through the grass, back the way he came with wide strides. Two bodies must have heard him when he approached earlier because they now blocked his path. One of them looked fresh. The little girl was eased down towards the ground and then dropped the last few inches.

"Now you stay put for a minute, okay?" He pointed Lucille at the girl before taking one big step forward towards the bodies. He kicked the fresher one back hard by the chest and let it go flying - save the best for last. Lucille tasted the other walker quickly and it fell to the side, head obliterated. As the fresher one made a new approach, Negan excitedly swung Lucille around a few times before hitting the walker from underneath. It's jaw was smashed and it flew up and backwards, twitching on the ground. One more smash from the bat finished it and Negan stopped with Lucille held high above his head, dripping blood onto the grass behind him. He was breathless as he lowered the bat and turned to check if the kid had actually stayed put or not.

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avi8rix:

@hardingeneral liked for a 07.08 starter

It was true that she wasn’t technically an Alexandrian before Negan got a hold of her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care for the people there. If that were true, she would have flown the coop as soon as she got her hands on her airplane.

No, she cared. Enough to shut up, bow down and fall in line. And so she had been there to assist in plundering the community. And she watched what unfolded that day with utter shock and horror.

There was so much she wanted to say as Negan made his way towards her. Words of hatred, mostly. But she swallowed them down. She has never seen Negan this angry and she knew damn well that confronting him now would only cost more lives.

“Stop…” A tearful plea was all that came from her. Stop. She wanted all of this to just stop. She knew the word wouldn’t matter to him, but she felt the need to say something.

Negan’s head was clouded; heavy with rage as his hands gripped Lucille tighter. His poor, damaged Lucille. She’d never be the same and that reality smacked Negan in the gut like a sack of bricks. He wanted this girl - who'd shot and tarnished Lucille - dead; half wished he could do it now himself and let Lucille taste the bitch who hurt her. But he knew that people didn’t learn if you only punished the wrongdoer. There wasn’t enough guilt and fear for the entire group if you only killed those who misbehaved. That Spencer kid was an exception; an annoyance that needed dispatching himself. But this girl on the ground would never learn her place if she was killed and everyone would keep trying to sacrifice themselves to get rid of him. They had to know it would be their loved ones who’d suffer and they’d have to eat that guilt.

A voice only somewhat familiar caught Negan’s attention, breaking the horrified silence surrounding them. He looked up, a deceptive smile on his face. Negan was not happy at all.

“Stop? Stop?!" He swung around to face the woman among his own ranks, Lucille dancing around in his loose wrist. "What, you want me to just, ease off these nice people, huh? These nice, poor people who can’t follow a goddamn rule to save their lives! I was only gonna take one of them and so far I’ve taken four because these idiots keep fightin’ when I tell them to sit down!" He was bellowing at the woman, making sure everyone in this damn town heard him. "And I've taken Daryl home, and now I'm takin' this other one too. That's six losses rather than one, you think these people deserve some slack? If these people wanna keep fuckin' up, I'm gonna keep killin' them. Does that displease you?” Negan seethed as he stepped forward and entered the woman's personal space, daring her to look him in the eye. He brought Lucille up to brandish her at the woman. So rarely did Negan care when new faces got upset like this; he'd usually leave them for Simon or Dwight to straighten out back at Sanctuary. Even the crybabies hardened up eventually. But today, Negan had no patience.

And what do you suggest I do instead when people I've already told to behave continue to misbehave and ruin my good goddamn day? You got a better idea or do you wanna shut your fuckin' trap and hope I don't test Lucille's structural integrity on you once we get back?" An empty threat made in anger, but the body count he had with these people should have made them - and his own soldiers - take him seriously enough.

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She had nothing. She had absolutely nothing.

No. Mireya Dunn still had one thing. The scruffy toy elephant gripped between shaking, mucky fingers as the small child dragged her weak body through the brush. It was all the seven year old had left. At least, she thought that she was seven. It had been hard to keep track of time in the end, and now that her guardians had been brutally killed by a mob of walkers, Mireya could barely tell what was going on anymore. She had lost count of the days.

Like most people in the apocalypse, the little girl looked ragged: a marine striped, long sleeved shirt was torn in places, matched with belted jeans and a navy coat with a zip she was struggling to do up. She had been with the same young couple since day one, finding and splitting or sometimes losing friends along the way. It was killing her to have them sacrifice themselves for her. How did one so young process such haunting a loss?

Her stomach rumbled, throat hoarse. The little backpack over her shoulders was done for supplies. The rustling of leaves, too frequent and purposeful to be the breeze, caused the brown-eyed blonde to freeze in her tracks. She’d had a gun for a little bit, but it drew noise and it was out of bullets, so Mireya had left it a while back. There was the unmistakable growling and groaning of Walkers, a rotten skeleton wrapped in rank fabrics emerging from the green– along with a few of its ‘friends’.

The girl gasped, backing up as rotten eyes all hungrily fixed upon her. Mireya’s voice had practically gone, but she had some sound left, one more go– and as she backed into the trunk of a tree she was too weak to climb, Mireya screamed and screeched with all her might.

There was nothing out here and Negan knew it, but he’d decided to use the vast, empty land before him to take a walk. It was good to remind the men that he could wander off and return unscathed; that he was not reliant on them and his strength was as internal as much as it was in his numbers.

Gently trailing Lucille through the tall, dry grass before him, Negan took a deep breath and smiled to himself as he heard the grass rustling further off. Every field that wasn’t frequently walked had turned into this and the grass was long enough to swallow up any tree, car or body left there. Whenever the grass moved, Negan watched it. Lucille was in his hand ready and he wanted one of those fuckers to come shambling out at him.

He heard that gurgling moan that the bodies always made and stepped towards it, watching parts of it visible just ahead through the grass. Only it moved away from him, and Negan’s brow twitched in a frown. He muttered quietly to himself, so low that he was almost just mouthing the words, “Where the fuck do you think you’re goin’?”

At the scream, it was obvious where the body was limping its way towards. It sparked a rare sense of urge in Negan that carried him forward, swinging the bat at the shambling corpse to strike it rom the side. Wholly unsatisfying, but even he knew in the moment why he'd done it. Because that scream was not a man's or a woman's, but a child's. He took one wide step forward towards the child and grabbed at her clothing, hand catching a coat and backpack.

"Alley-oop!" He said aloud with a grin, lifting the girl off the ground lest another body catch her down there or, heaven forbid, she run away. "Now what in the hell do we have here, princess? Where are your parents?!" He asked with a grin, riding the high that always came with swinging Lucille and making contact with something. "You out here usin' that mouth to ring the dinnerbell all by yourself?"

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motheriing:

At his comment of her being words of a politician, she couldn’t help but scoff. Blue eyes rolled in a good natured fashion. Never had anyone told her that before, but she supposed it was something she picked up from teaching FFA students, a few kids that weren’t as well behaved as others, and the TRUTH was that at times, that was how she dealt with Negan…as if he were some problem child. Especially when he could get into moods.

❝ That’s a new one. Maybe I would have had a good run as a politician. I could have been the first lady president, hmm, ❞ words were teasing just as he leaned in close to hers. She let him lead movements, soft and near shallow breaths slipped over her lips so close to his. Eyes fluttered shut at the EXPECTATION of a kiss that never came.

It was like a GAME that she had found easy to play, one that at times she could play with him when she was feeling froggy and playful.

When he spoke again, she lifted her head back up as his hands traveled the length of her waist, only to twist her around to face the door way. At the mention of SENSITIVE matters, she wrapped her hand around his and walked towards the door, preferring that the others not hear a word passed between them even if they were whispered.

❝ I don’t want them to listen in. ❞

His mention of kids brought a strange look across her features, but she would surely do what he asked of her and she would try her DAMNEDEST to do it right. But she wasn’t sure if she could mother another child. Her children were already in or close to their twenties. She’d raised them as best she could and since coming here she had THOUGHT she was finished raising children.

❝ This ‘motherless little shit’ gotta name? ❞

Lisa was just secretive enough to be smart about it; she let Negan lead most conversations and he loved the women around him to know when a serious conversation was happening. It reminded them of the heavy shit they were being sheltered from and it humbled them. Lisa might not even need to talk to the girls at this rate, because half of them bristled and looked up as Lisa led him away from the room.

"Carl. The little one-eyed kid I took on a grand tour the other week, you spot him? He is just super interesting to me." Negan rocked back on his heels with a grin before settling. "But the kid's dad leads that group in Alexandria; the one that keeps fucking up and losing people. Had to kill two more of 'em! Daddy won't let his boy go easy and so the boy won't wanna come easily. That's where you, dear wife, would come in." Negan tapped the tip of her nose with his finger playfully. "Not many of those girls in that room know how to talk to a kid or calm him down. Half of 'em ain't seen a dick before mine for Christ's sakes, let alone handle a teenage kid! They'll spook him."

Negan paused to run the palm of his hand over his mouth, smelling metal from jobs he'd done earlier. This factory was full of chains and doors and chairs made of the shit and it left your hands smelling like fucking pennies. "He doesn't like me for obvious reasons, but I think there's somethin' in there, y'know? Kid is held back and I want to unleash that full potential in him! Turn a one-eyed kid into a one-eyed badass - he's already halfway there after mowing down several of the guys with one of my own guns. Let's just...warm him up to the way we run things, you know? He'll talk to you sooner, and maybe you won't give him the whole 'get out while you can' bullshit I know another dear, approachable wife is likely to give him."

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‘Carl, pass the rolls, please.’

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Negan [2/?]

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9. My muse purposely fatally injures yours.

No one could fault Negan for having quick reflexes. It had gotten him far enough before recruiting any saviors and it continued to keep him safe.

Same couldn’t be said for people around him who tripped that invisible sensor in his head and set off those reflexes. It was a hard, fast whack to what he assumed would the the gut of an attacker, but what was actually the neck of a child. A fucking kid.

He’d knocked her hard enough to open her throat thanks to Lucille’s barbs, and the poor thing was still moving, writhing there on the ground as her throat seeped the very life out of her. Small kid, but a lot of blood. Could she see and hear him? Was the shock and anger in his voice going to be the last thing this poor kid heard?

“That’s a damn shame, she snuck up on me.” he said aloud to one of his men, taking a deep and laboured breath. None of them needed to know how bad this felt. “She even carrying a weapon, or did Lucille get a meal for no good reason?” Negan’s boot kicked through the leaves below the girl, looking for any weapon she’d dropped that might justify the mortal wound he’d just delivered. “Wonder if this is the sorta wound you can stop with a bit of pressure. I mean, I’m no doctor…” he was almost mocking as he squatted down to inspect the damage. Maybe it wasn’t bleeding as badly as it looked?

Nope, it was bad. She was dying, and Negan chewed his tongue for a second. “Shit, I’m really sorry kid. I did not mean to kill you. Thought you were some big bad grownup who needed to be put in his place. Don’t know if I should just…leave ya and get on with my shit or if I should put you outta your misery quick.” a grimace, like it was a difficult decision. “Kid-sized walkers are creepy, so I probably shouldn’t leave you t’turn. Sorry again, kid.”

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