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1.) Name? Jade (obvious cause it’s on my profile)
2.) Age? 24
3.) Favourite Colours? Blue, black and grey.
4.) When you first made this account? Oh jeez I’ve been here since...2011 I think?? Eight years dang that’s a long time!
5.) Follower Count? 189 and I’m grateful for everybody that puts up with the rubbish I post lol 😂
6.) Superpower? Invisibility
7.) Favourite Drink? I have a few; Pepsi Max, Hot Chocolate, Rum & Coke/ Jack Daniels & Coke and Chocolate Milkshake (cause I’m a mature adult 😂)
8.) A song you love right now? Bellyache by Billie Eilish & Give my love to Rose by Johnny Cash
9.) Dream Career? Police Officer but if we’re really dreaming let’s say published Author 🤷🏻♀️
10.) Dream Vacation? Italy and Ireland.
11.) Hogwarts House? Hufflepuff
12.) Favourite Character this week? Arthur Morgan of course. 😪♥️
13.) Christmas or Halloween? I hate Christmas (real grinch I know) and we don’t really fuss about Halloween in the UK so neither I guess?
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Aww thank you lovely @reddeadmort Is it cheating if I send this back to you?? 🙌🏻🥰 because your one of the nicest people ever! ♥️♥️
Welp I said I wanted to write something sad and damn is this sad. I don’t know why but I just love writing angst. Very sorry to poor Negan and Blake though.
@neganandblake I’m sorry I hurt your babies but I hope you like this super sad oneshot <3
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Gone. Lost and Forever Broken.
He didn’t know what he’d been expecting. After all this time for things to maybe fix themselves? It was a fragile hope even for him. But a foolish part of him had dared to believe it. Another failure, another screw up to add to the list. And this time he hadn’t even cheated...it was instead the simple truth that the love had just gone. Had died way like a candle slowly extinguishing its flame. A love that once burned bright and hot as the sun, untamed as a strong wind that had eventually just faded away.
He watched her silently; pacing around the room as she did. Moving back and forth between the cardboard boxes she placed her belongings in. Clothes, books even her favorite mug all attentively being placed into them before she disappeared back into the bedroom.
Her heart and head both racing at a speed that she couldn’t even keep up with. She had expected heartbreak, she had expected tears. She had even expected anger to some extent but what Blake hadn’t expected was silence. And it was killing her. To see Negan so silent and unresponsive as she packed her things. Their once happy marriage now in shambles. Broken and left rot as if it meant nothing.
The blonde sat on the bed; taking to moment to collect herself. Her mind running a mile a minute. How the hell did they get here? Thinking back, had it always been this bad? This toxic…the fighting and the anger. She couldn’t understand it. No one had cheated. No one had lied or hurt the other. The love had just disappeared. They’d both been so young; so ready to start their life together that maybe they’d just been too blinded to see the cracks. Creeping along the surface like a shattering mirror until it had been too late.
She shook away the tears; not letting herself mourn something that had already died so long ago. Forcing herself to her feet as she took a hold of the last pile of clothes and moved back into the living room. Negan still sat by the kitchen counter, alone with her boxes. Half empty glass hanging from the tips of fingers as he pretended that the dark liquor was helping this along in any way. It didn’t. They both knew that; but he continued to drink nonetheless, after all what else did he have to do. All the while watching as another wife walked out of his life. His tired bloodshot eyes following her movements when she dropped the last of her clothes into the box and sealed it shut. Slender hands shaking as she once again willed herself not to cry.
He didn’t offer to help take the boxes down to her car; he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Couldn’t bring himself to help her leave him all the sooner. If anything a pathetic part of him wanted to draw it out. Have just these last few moments with her, even if they were slowly killing him.
Seeing the grim look on her face, his breaths felt strained. He knew what she was about to say and if he was honest, he’d rehearsed this conversation a million times in his head. It’s just that a small part of him had actually believed that he’d never have to hear the words out loud.
She sat by his side and glanced into his eyes. Her sadness drowning the green light in her own. She took a trembling breath before she spoke, breaking eye contact in the hopes of making the inevitable words easier to say. It didn’t.
“Negan…It’s better this way.” She uttered. “It should never have come to this. We…we never should have let it go on like this.”
He could tell the words were killing her, breaking her as she spoke and yet with how numb he was feeling both from his own heartbreak and the alcohol; he couldn’t find the strength to care anymore.
Bringing the glass to his lips; his hissed a little as the dark liquid burned down his throat. Wiping his mouth with back of his hand as he laid the glass back down on the counter.
“I’m sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn’t have married me.” He spat bitterly. But he wasn’t angry at Blake. They both knew that; he was angry at himself and at Blake, at their many nights of arguments and screaming matches no one ever won. The days he longed to hold her but grimacing as she pulled way just at the slightest touch of him. The endless excuses of forgotten anniversaries and date nights until eventually the excuses ran out and they just stopped trying.
“Don’t be sorry. It was no one’s fault.”
That was lie and Negan knew it. They were both at fault. For giving up. For admitting it was hopeless. He looked back at her, this vision before him that he had once loved so much. And now all he saw was a ghost, a mere reflection of the woman he had married. The look so desperate and pleading as he gingerly took a hold of her hand for what would undoubtedly be the last time.
“When was it that you realized that you didn’t love me anymore?” He didn’t know what possessed him to ask such a question and judging by the tears straining Blake’s cheeks; she hadn’t either. Her cold numb fingers gently squeezing his hand tightly.
“It was never up to me.” She sobbed. “We tried. We did but it…” His eyes flicker to her face when she hiccups another sob. “It was just too hard.”
Negan pulls away coldly; snatching his hand back from her grip as if it stings to touch her. A though the hurt flashes across her face, she understands. She herself sitting back as the ache spreads throughout her core; clutching at her heart and her lungs, an iron grip squeezing taking her breath away. But again Negan does nothing. Says nothing. He rises silently from his seat, stepping around from the kitchen and towards the door. His head hung low with eyes locked towards the floor.
“I think you’d better leave now.” He’s done with this, the need to drag this out any longer. It’s hurting too much. He just wants her gone now. For the ghost of his past to move on and leave him to wallow in his own pity. And thankfully she does.
Though she cries and utters frivolous apologies as she does, he still doesn’t react. Tries so hard not to care. Not to feel.
The door closes and he falls. Collapses to his knees as the walls cave in. The tears, the heart ache, the raw pain. It’s alive and in full force. Mourning for his lost love, for the man that was too weak to save it. Gone. Lost and forever broken.
The Mark of a Soulmate (Negan/BlakeAU) Chapter Seven
It’s been a while since my last chapter so I hope this doesn’t disappoint. Thank you as always to the gorgeous @neganandblake for your support Lovely. You’re amazing! <3
Chapter Seven
Blake stood in front of her mirror blankly looking back the dressed up woman in front of her that she was struggling to recognize.
She hated looking like this...the makeup, the hair, the tight fitting dresses that sometimes restricted her breathing. It was all fake. Not one piece of the facade reflecting the real woman underneath. She’d have been perfectly happy with her comfy t-shirt and sweat pants.
But she was part of a brand. A face that represented perfection to the people that gazed upon it.
Laying on her bed; she desperately grasped at any excuse she could think of that would get her out of going to this launch party. None came to mind that would be acceptable for her management. She was already on thin ice for her employment after weeks of skipping work.
Forgotten meetings and scheduled photo shoots; runway shows she’d pretended to be sick for so, she didn’t have to attend.
It was becoming harder and harder to care about any of it. Her mood constantly spiraling into a cold depth of numbing aches and pains; heart breaking every time she looked to her wrist.
Negan...
Where the hell was he?! And why hadn’t he found her yet. Was she not good enough, not worthy enough to finally find the love she’d been promised by that damn mark on her skin?
It felt as though it was mocking her at times. A constant reminder that she was alone. That perhaps she would always be that way. That maybe the weeks of research she had been doing was all for nothing. What if he had already had someone else.
It had been known that sometimes people would fall for someone that wasn’t their soulmate, but it was a still a fierce long lasting love that many couples had cherished well into their old age. And other times it wouldn’t prove enough and the relationships would crumple. If that was the case for her soulmate and he did have someone he loved; of course Blake would be happy for him. But where would that leave her?
She was so tired of obsessing over a man she didn’t even know. It was getting to the point wasn’t sleeping properly, eating an entire meal had become a challenge for her to ever finish; as her appetite was always waning. And the thought of keeping the search for her soulmate going, was beginning to feel like more trouble than it was worth.
Reluctantly she pulled herself up from her bed, quickly smoothing the creases out of her dress. Adding a last touch here and there to her straightened hair; paired with her rehearsed smile she’d carry with her most of the night. And after one last flick of her golden locks she was ready to go.
As Blake stepped into the center of the launch party; the only thing she wanted to do was to go home.
The photographers; the journalists, designers, models and management teams...Blake didn’t care about any of it. It was a world she no longer wanted to be a part of.
Looking around, it was like seeing it through a fresh pair of eyes for the first time in years. The privilege, the arrogance and conceit. The unrealistic levels of feigned perfection, it was toxic and Blake couldn’t understand how she’d let herself be taken in by all of it for so long without seeing the true ugliness hidden behind the camera.
She didn’t even have Tara to ground her from the sea of chaos that surrounded her. She hadn’t been invited; another thing that angered her. Tara’s position as a makeup artist clearly not deemed important enough to include her on the guest list. When in fact her craft was just; if not more important as everyone else’s that worked on the sets or the runways. It wasn’t fair.
The flash of cameras was blinding along was loud thumping music as more guests pushed their way through the bustling crowds. Elbows bumping into Blake almost knocking her over.
The clinking of champagne glasses echoed with idle chatter and laughter,all washed into white noise as the blonde imagined herself anywhere but where she was.
Perhaps she could sneak out? Surely no one would notice. She’d attended as agreed, she’d fulfilled the agreement of her contract. Job done. But just as she moved to eye the exit, she was quickly grabbed by the wrist.
“Ah Blake! Sweetheart finally you’ve arrived!” It was Damon, her boss. An older gentleman, dressing in a suit that practically screamed wealth; paired with a dark red silk tie and designer cuff links, sweeping back his receding grey hair the man had clearly dyed a mousy brown in an attempt to look younger than he was.
Blake flashed him another well practiced fake smile, but from the frown on his brow; he clearly wasn’t buying it. Leaning in close she could almost feel his harsh breath as he whispered lowly in her ear.
“Get your ass up to my office now!” He hissed. Not giving her time reply as he then proceeded to brag her by the arm up the stairs towards the large wooden door by the landing.
The blonde flinched as he slammed the door closed before releasing his grip on her, storming over towards his desk. His hands resting on the cold surface as he huffed a deep frustrated sigh from his flared nostrils.
Blake stayed by the door, the party downstairs now muffled by the closed door. Green watering orbs watching Damon’s every move as he poured himself a drink; turning from the window to address her.
“Blake...” He started, leaning forward, arms resting on the back of his office chair; fingers impatiently tapping against the glass of scotch in his hand.
“We’ve been through a lot you and I. Hell I’m the one that discovered you. Always thought you could make it in this business.” the man paused, another sigh leaving him. “But you’re just not hitting the mark anymore. You’re late, sloppy, giving excuse after excuse. And I’m getting to the point that I can’t keep lying for you anymore.”
“To be honest, I’m starting to wonder if your looks are fading because of it. You’re not taking care of yourself anymore. But I don’t have time to babysit my clients. You know that, I said as much when I hired you.”
Blake couldn’t believe what she was hearing, it was clear she was struggling and of all people she would’ve expect Damon to understand and give her time. Evidently she had expected wrong.
“We have a standard in this business kid, how else do you think these guys and girls sell the clothes they model or the products they endorse. It’s all about the brand and you have to look perfect while you’re doing it and I’m afraid you’re just not anymore.” Damon finished his drink with one final sip before putting the glass down and stepping out from behind his desk. Long tailored legs striding towards Blake as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
His patronizing tone grinding on Blake’s nerves now the longer he looked at her.
“It was good while it lasted, but I’m afraid not everyone is cut out for this world sweetheart, I’m letting you. Your contact terminated immediately. I hope you can understand.” He patted her shoulder but quickly snatched it back when Blake slapped his hand away.
“Oh I understand!” She spat. “This obsession for perfection is ridiculous Damon. None of it is real! You pin and tuck everything to point I can’t fucking breath! You paint so many layers of makeup on my skin that it’s hard to tell it’s me, no woman looks like that! It’s not right and if that’s your idea of perfection then I’m glad you’re firing me!”
To Blake’s utter disgust, Damon simply scoffed in her face. An idle cocky smile widening across his face.
“They all get bitter when they realize they’re not as pretty as they used to be. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m sure you can find employment somewhere else.” Damon joked sarcastically. “Perhaps somewhere that doesn’t require you to think too much, I know with this job ‘standing and looking pretty’ was already a stretch for you to remember all at once dear.”
“Fuck you Damon.”
“Enjoy the party Blake...might as well considering it’s your last.”
Blake trembled with anger at Damon’s cruel words, a chuckle echoing behind her as he stepped back out towards the party to greet his guests.
Her bottom lip quivering as she refused to let herself cry. Her pride too stubborn to let anyone see she was upset.
Turning on her heel she also rejoined the party, but surrounding people blurred and bled into the a mix of colours with no faces that seemed familiar.
The blonde dropped herself on a lonely stool by the bar, raised fingers calling for the bartender as she order her drink. A bitter taste washing down her throat as she threw it back before ordering another. Her throat and chest warming and numbing all at the same time from the booze.
Stray tears escaping down her cheeks as she wallowed in the depths of darkness she could feel herself falling into. But she didn’t care. She was tired. So tired of pretending. Pretending that she cared about the job she’d just lost, pretending that it didn’t hurt every time she thought about Negan living his life with someone else. Or trying to find the man that might not even want her. But most of all she was tired of pretending she was happy...
She honestly didn’t know who she was pretending for anymore. But she did know she was done with it. Maybe she really was destined to be alone, a lost soul wandering forever looking for a soulmate that didn’t want to be found.
Message received universe. Thanks for nothing...She knew that now.
She was finally realizing what it felt like to hit rock bottom and she was more than willing to give in to it. She’d noticed the side-glances and sneered looks from the guests the more she drank, her lip curling in disgust for their unwanted judgement. She didn’t need to sit there and take part in their pathetic game as they looked down their noses at her from their high horses.
And so she chose to leave, but not before leaning across the bar to snatch hold of the bottle of scotch she’d been drinking. Her slender fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass bottle clutching it tightly as she stumbled towards the door.
Her actions on everyone’s lips that saw her leaving, Blake giving on-lookers a bitter laced laugh as she passed. She was done with this life, these people and their corrupt world.
And as she walked out the door, she didn’t regret a thing.
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I’ve decided to continue this because I love the idea of Negan trying to learn how to be a dad...big thank you to the lovely @neganandblake for letting use Mia ♥️ I hope this is okay because I’m still ill and not sure if what I read back makes sense 😂
Negan paid no attention to the numerous snide remarks and whispered comments as so many questioned what the hell he was doing.
He knew well enough that he was no saint but he also wasn’t that heartless a bastard that he could ever even consider the idea of leaving an innocent defenceless kid alone.
He said nothing, striding out of the house, the sleeping girl wrapped with one arm, the other clutching Lucille almost daring anyone to speak out against him. But none did.
Instead only faces flushed with confusion. But again Negan said nothing; he didn’t have to explain himself to them. But as the little girl he had unexpectedly taken in; sat quietly napping on his lap, he did wonder.
What would people think when he got back to the sanctuary?
The doubt swims about his mind; flooding itself into dark depths of uncertainty. Though he is certain of one thing; he’s not changing his mind, he knows that much.
It stays with him all the way through to the open yard of the factory.
Boots meet concrete and the king returns to his castle. Met with yet more raised brows and confused looks. He side-steps Simon coming his way; the tall man looking full of questions he is not in the mood to answer. Retreating to the solitude of his room; he closes the world out below. Lucille casted aside as he focuses on Mia.
The toddler still fast asleep and he hasn’t the heart to wake her. Moving her to the couch and draping her with a blanket.
Negan steps out to the balcony overlooking the sanctuary he’s built; finally taking a second to breathe and let the reality of what he did really sink in.
He still doesn’t really understand what made him do it; sure saving the kid is the decent thing to do but he knows there’s a whole floor of kids; orphans left alone that the sanctuary had taken in. Families with their own children working for points to keep them fed and clothed.
But Negan hadn’t left Mia with any of them, without even thinking it through and even now he couldn’t understand why.
Would he take care of her? Raise her himself? Could he even do such a thing?
Looking back at the sleeping toddler, he believed he could. After all... how hard could it be?
This just a random thing that popped in my head while ill with the flu; it’s kinda Negan & Blake related except there’s no Blake in this if that makes sense I have no idea...also I know the title sucks but I’m sick and my mind is currently cloudy with cold medicine and I wrote this on my phone so I apologise if the edit is weird 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️ @neganandblake ♥️♥️
Heavy boots fall on broken wood and dry leaves. The evening air piercing with a cool wind that shivers up the spine.
Thick blood runs down dark wood and cold metal before dripping to the ground.
Fingers trembling as the bat is passed from one hand to another. But it isn’t from fear; it’s pure adrenaline. Still freshly coursing through veins as it did from the first swing.
It is a familiar feeling; a icy grip that surfaces every time. Only now it seems to subside quicker than it did before.
Negan doesn’t know if that’s a good thing but embraces it anyway. A deep breath leaving him becoming all the more heavier as he walks away from his latest victim.
Setting out with an army of Saviours; a cloud from dusty roads is left to linger into the air with the early morning rays breaking into a new day.
Another community brought to their knees as the others before. More supply lines secured; but still it isn’t enough. It’s usual routine as they pull up to an abandoned house; the grass as dead as the shuffling bodies that move along the overgrown foliage.
Swiftly taken down as quickly as they attempt to strike out at the living.
The lead Saviour himself naturally taking the lead as he steps inside the decaying building; dark eyes sharp for anything of use to take home.
His steps ever cautious up the wooden steps that creak agonisingly against his weight.
Reaching the top floor he freezes; the growls and groans of the dead catching his attention as it leads him to the master bedroom. His grip on Lucille tightening with every step the closer he gets.
The sickening sounds of tearing flesh and drenched bloody grabbing hands; signals the signs of a fresh kill.
A couple; not long dead. But already half eaten. Poor bastards.
Negan kills the walkers with no hesitation; turning on his heel and heading back towards the stairs. But then...a single sound stops him.
A sound so faint he almost misses it. Trusting his instincts he follows them to yet another bedroom; this one much smaller. Barred by a thick wooden dresser in front of the door. He removes it easily, waiting a second before venturing into the room itself and when he does his heart practically shatters.
Tiny hands and big watery eyes greet him. Sniffles echo in the silence after fearful tears.
Damn. She’s just a kid; not much older then two years old he thinks as he takes another step toward the terrified toddler.
Standing in the crib; she looks up at him like he’s the most curious thing she’s ever seen but soon hiccups as another cry fills her eyes.
Negan’s quick to her side to soothe her; Lucille dropped and forgotten on the bedroom floor.
‘Hey there.” He whispers calmly. “Look at you; what is your name angel?”
He asks knowing he’ll get no response but the sound of his voice seems to calm the infant, her eyes becoming droopy as her head cuddles into his shoulder.
Gently reaching into her crib he pulls at the blanket that was wrapped around her; his eyes reading over the stitched name in bright pink letters.
Mia.
He soon realises that the girls parents must be the ones in the master bedroom; their last attempt to save her daughter by trying the draw the walkers away by blocking the door.
A heavy weight hangs in his chest as he thinks of what might’ve happened had he not arrived when he did. When the walkers had finished devouring her parents; would the monsters have then gone back for her?
He doesn’t waste time thinking about it as the little one falls asleep in his arms and it’s in that moment he knows there’s no way in hell he’s leaving her.
“Come on beansprout; you’re coming back with us.” He decides. “You’re one of us now. I’m gonna keep ya safe, I promise.”
The Mark of a Soulmate (Negan/BlakeAU) Chapter Six
Thank you as always to @neganandblake you’re amazing. And thank you for the warm welcome back, I have missed writing and I hope this chapter doesn’t disappoint.
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Chapter Six
Negan couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten a proper meal, never mind gotten a decent nights sleep. But he did know that he’d somehow managed to put away two glasses of whiskey before the waitress had even had a chance to show him and Simon to a table.
And he wasn’t planning on slowing down any time soon. Leaning against the bar and ordering yet another glass of whisky.
Who was Simon kidding anyway? Actually thinking he could save his friend and drag him back from the brink of the rock bottom, Negan had so willingly thrown himself into. He was a loss cause and it was time his business partner realized that.
Pulling back the sleeve on his tattooed arm; he bit back a bitter scoff. Poor Blake; given a pathetic drunk like him. What had the girl done to deserve that he wondered.
Letting the material fall back in place; he felt across his pockets for this wallet to pay for his drink; stumbling slightly on unsteady feet as he collided with the small frame of a blonde passing him.
“Sorry doll, didn’t see ya there.” he quickly apologized, turning on heel to check he hadn’t caused the poor girl to spill her drink.
The blonde turned not really paying much attention to him. “It’s fine.” She assured him. “My fault, don’t worry about it.”
And with that she was gone, slowly walking back towards what he assumed was the direction of her table. But for a split second he lingered, for the look of her seemed awfully familiar. And for a moment he could’ve sworn he’d seen her on a billboard or magazine cover. She was gorgeous, he could tell that much from just a glimpse and it wouldn’t surprise him if she really was a model of some sort.
He imagined what would happen if a girl like that had somehow ended up being his mystery soulmate. But even he knew life wasn’t that kind. The bitterness of the thought leaving a bad taste in his mouth, he was all to happy to wash away with another generous sip of whiskey before he too walked on back to his table.
Throwing himself heavily down into the seat, Negan placed the already half empty glass down onto the table.
Only for Simon to pick it up and move it away.
So we’re doing this now? He thought resentfully, brown eyes glaring at his friend.
“I was planning on drinking that...” Negan hissed, forcefully reaching across for the glass. But that only darkened the look in Simon’s eyes. He managed to get the man talking a little in car but now it seemed he’d once again begun to close up, retreating straight for the solace of alcohol the moment they’d arrived in town and Simon was beginning to lose his patience.
He called across to the nearest waitress, requesting that she take the whiskey back and bring them only water for the remainder of their stay. Much Negan’s irritation.
“What the fuck is your problem Si?” He seethed, leaning back in his chair. “I mean the last time I checked, I’m a grown-ass man that makes my own choices. Why can’t you just let me live my life?”
“You think this is any kind of life Negan?!” Simon bit back angrily. “You carry on like this and you’re gonna be dead within a year.”
His words didn’t seem to faze Negan, if it was possible he looked even less interested than before.
“Why is it... you think I need saving? Huh? I made this fucking mess, why not let me wallow in it?”
“Did you let me wallow in it?” Simon asked honestly. And in that instant, he knew he’d gotten Negan’s attention. Twenty years. Twenty years they’d had each other’s backs. And in the early years when Simon’s parents had died in a car crash, he had wanted to die right along with them. Drinking himself into a pit of despair; praying that if he had given in to it long enough; his pain would ease.
But when he was right on the edge of drinking him into oblivion, Negan he had been the only one with the strong determination to bring his brother back.
He owed him. But that wasn’t the only reason he wanted to talk some sense into the man sat before him.
“You still got a life worth livin’ Negan. Find that girl...she’s there for a reason.” He tried, every word cautious and gentle for fear of setting him off again. “Hell if you won’t get sober for me and the business; then get sober for her.”
“She ain’t gonna want me Si...” Negan uttered, his hand instinctively moving to the mark on his arm. Almost burning with the dread of Blake seeing him like this.
But Simon didn’t let up, he knew the man before mess and now he was seeing a chance at bringing him back from the dead.
“You can’t decide that without knowing her, that ain’t fair to her or you.”
He had a point, Negan knew he did and damn if it wasn’t annoying as all hell. Maybe his salvation had been a long time coming; he’d just been too stubborn to see it. And maybe Blake; whoever she was, was undoubtedly thinking about him just as much as he was thinking about her.
She wouldn’t want him living like this, wouldn’t want him slowly killing himself before they’d even had the chance to know one another. That would be selfish of him and he didn’t want to be like that anymore.
When the waitress placed the water on the table, Negan wordlessly took the glass and drank. A deep sigh of defeat seeming to release every fiber of anger he’d held on to for so long since the divorce.
Simon smiled knowingly before ordering what was probably the first real meal Negan had eaten for days. But he let him do it, drinking down the rest of his water.
And finally after months of anger and hatred burning in him; he actually felt calm. Simon had his brother back. And it was time for Negan to take control of his life again.
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