The relief Michelle felt when hearing Negan agree to the
plan must have lifted about a million pounds off of her all
at once. She felt like she could properly breathe for the first
time since she approached him with the idea.
A genuine smile lit up her expression, and she moved to
pull him into an embrace without really even thinking on it.
❝ Thank you, Negan! ❞ The relief turned to a happiness so
bright and clear that it could even be heard in her voice. He
was really going to do this for her, and she believed it. With
all of herself, she trusted him on it.
❝ Thank you so– SO much. I can’t even put it into words how
much this means to me. ❞ She couldn’t remember the last
time she felt an ounce of this kind of happiness. There was
a renewal– a REBIRTH in her hope of living through all this.
And that hope was found in one of the last places she ever
thought she’d find it.
She pulled back finally, actual tears of happiness glossing
over her eyes.
❝ I really– God, ya probably don’t wanna hear this, and I
apologize in advance, but–
–you are not nearly as bad as you
try to portray yourself to people, Negan. I hope ya know
that. ❞
On some level, Negan had expected some sort of reaction
of gratitude out of her-- after all, it wasn't hard to see how
desperate she was for this solution. He could hardly blame
her, at that. But THIS kind of reaction wasn't quite what he'd
expected. Not that he was complaining. Not one bit.
As Michelle pulled back from him, his grin remained, growing
a little cocky and playful, ❝ DAMN, if I'd known all it took was
that kinda shit to get you all over me, I would've led with it
immediately. Never know what the ladies want these days
anymore; one day it's ponies and dresses, the next it's some
goddamn MOON TEA. ❞
As she remarked upon his image, he couldn't help but give a
snorting chuckle, a little bit of a sneer behind the words,
❝ And HEY. We forgettin' that tidbit of a conversation we've
had before? Sure, I like keepin' my men in line with a little fear,
every damn good king's gotta. SURE, I like beatin' the holy hell
outta any of them that go against the rules. Well. Lucille here
more than me. But. ❞
And slowly his smile grew, whites of his teeth shining through,
❝ I DID say-- I'm one of the nicest assholes you're gonna run
into in all of Westeros. Especially when it comes to my future
QUEEN. And you damn well better remember that.
❝ Now how ‘bout a little kiss to seal the deal, huh? Or you gonna
leave me hanging here? ❞
