Officer Negan x Oc (Negan x Original character of color)
The main reason why Noa Campbell moved to a small time like Sanctuary was work. She got a job working as a freelance journalist for the local paper. The idea of moving to Sanctuary made her nervous. Noa lived in the city for her entire life. Now she needed to adjust to the peace and quiet. The crickets chirping loud outside in the yard and the idea of everyone knowing her name. Forget about the part of being one of the few black people there. That was a given. She thought about someone burning a cross on her lawn one evening out of spite. A thought that crossed her mind as she carried the final box up the front steps of her new home.
She decided that she needed to go for a drive around the town. It was too pretty to be sitting in the house eating takeout and watching movies on her phone. Well that and the cable guy wasn't coming until, the next weekend and it was only Sunday. Noa decided to drive downtown first. The warm night air filled up her nose as she cruised through the streets. This was life at the moment and she was okay with that.
Noa parked her car downtown at the corner of Main Street and Marigold. She climbed out slinging her black leather bag over her shoulder and shutting the door. She saw some kids walking on the side walk. They giggle as they pass her, but she's not the source of their humor. One of them was eating an ice cream cone piled high with as many flavors as it could hold. Unfortunately, this kid is a bit of a klutz. That explains why his white shirt has a dark stain on it. One of the kids calls him chocolate boy and they all start cracking up. Noa missed the rest of the remembered laughing at her baby brother Sam for being a klutz. He somehow managed to always drop something or another on his clothing.
The main reason why Noa left her house was for a coffee fix. The Sanctuary has a crap load of stores and establishments, but not one Starbucks. How is that possible? Isn't that supposed to be a prerequisite for all cities and towns? See this is how she knows that she's been living in the city for far too long. Back home all that she had to do was turn a corner and she could get a Frap. Noa sighs thinking how out of all the things that she will miss that will be on the top of the list. Thank god that the town has a decent looking coffee shop with the name Toni's on its sign. Noa believes that it's named after author Toni Morrison. The owner who is a young white dude in his early thirties with purple hair reveals that this is the truth.
One short hello turns into a conversation about a book called The Bluest Eye. Dwight (aka the purple haired dude) started talking about his favorite character Claudia. She's a little black girl with strong feelings of distain towards a doll that her mother brought her. Claudia doesnt want to be anyone other than herself. She's okay with having brown eyes. There's no need for her to change herself. Like Dwight says, those blue eyes are all that poor Pecola lives for to make herself feel beautiful. The book is all about the self-hatred that many young black girls feel. This need to fit into boxes that they don't need to fit in. They are fine the way that they are.
The drink that Noa ordered is a vanilla latte. She's about to take it to go, but decides to drink it in house. When she walked over to the counter to wait for the drink, there's a small crowd of patrons gathered. Everyone was in the middle of separate conversations. Two men bickered over curtains. One thinks that blue is a beautiful color while the other likes green. One woman carried a small dog with a pink bow on her head. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, she looks perfect. This is not to say that Noa doesn't look nice nor does she envy her. No, this woman appears to be some sort of model. Later on, Noa learns that she owns a place called Jessie's pleasure closet. A store six shops down with pink letters on the sign.
There's a man and woman holding hands and pecking each other on the lips every so often. What she wants is to tell both of them to get a room. Each group drifts away leaving her alone waiting. Some other people pop up, but Noa pays more attention to her phone than them. An alert about a few emails seems to distract her. One of which reminds her that the cable company is coming. The door opens when her back is turned. She hears the jingle of the door.
Someone says, "Dwighty boy, I can't for the life of me understand why the fuck you dye your hair all those colors."
"There's nothing wrong with a little color in your life."
"You know I know that," the voice says with a laugh. Noa sees him in of the corner of her eye . He's a tall dark and handsome man with a bright smile dressed in a police uniform. She feels her skin prickle with goosebumps. "Look away, Noa. Look away," she tells herself. You did nothing wrong. He will get his coffee and go. One breath in and the other pushed out slowly as she continued checking her phone.
"One vanilla latte," says the female barista Sherry. A petite brunette with big blue eyes and a sweet smile. "Thanks," Noa replies taking her drink from the tucks her phone into her pocket then turns around. Somehow, someway Noa manages to collide with the person behind her. During the collision, her drink fell out of her hands and landed on the floor.
"Shit," she replies noticing that the liquid spilled all over this person's shoes. Noa looks up about to open her mouth to apologize when she makes eye contact. Fear rushing through her as she stands face to face with the cop. Of all the people to bump into and she bumps into him. Her voice wavers as she says, "I'm so sorry. It was my fault."
pHe smiles looking down at her with those hazel eyes. 'It was an honest mistake, darling. This is what I get for not watching where I was going." Noa closes her mouth then bend down to pick up the /
"Listen," she says, "if there is any way that I can…"
"Don't worry about it," he says. "It happens to me a lot. Allow me to buy you another drink for scaring the shit out of you." Noa wants to say no, but allows him to because he insists.
pShe listens to as him speak not paying attention to his words. She only understood that this man was "shooting the shit" so to speak with Dwight. Sherry hands Noa her drink with raised eyebrows and a look that says good luck. Noa' eyebrows raise as she takes it.
"Thank you," she says turning to the tall policeman whose name that she hasn't caught yet. "I'm sorry for bumping into you." She pivots then starts to walk away from him. Her feet move a lot faster than she anticipated. So, fast that she made it to the door and before she could catch her breath.
What the fuck was that? Why did he do that? Noa didn't wait for his answer as she went to her car. She never checked over her shoulder as she crossed in front of the grill then got inside. Her heart beating fast and harder than usual. She started up the engine taking a deep breath then releasing it.
Breathe.
Its okay
Its going to be okay.
A slight knock on the driver's side window made her damn near jump out of her skin. It was the officer smiling that smile of his. He motioned for her to roll the window down. She does it taking a slow breath trying to calm herself down. That breathing exercise that always worked wasn't doing so well at the moment.
"You move mighty fast darlin'," he says with that slight southern twang in his voice. "Not that I minded the view." He laughs a bit then says, "But, I was a bit hurt that you left before I caught your name." Noa paused then said, "Noa….." She cleared her throat my name is Noa."
"That's a beautiful name," he replies. "I'm Negan by the way."
"Do I scare you, Noa," he asks motioning to the way she's holding on to the steering wheel for dear life. "Yes," she admits with a waver in her voice. "Really? I wouldn't hurt a fly." Her eyes go straight to his gun. He leans into the window then look down at it as well. "The safety is on so, you don't have to worry about that," he replies. Noa look him in his eyes then says, "I'm not a big fan of cops."
Immediately, she regrets saying it. His face shifts to a solemn look as the smile fades. "Listen," he says, "darling' you are not on my radar other than for me to give you my number. I want to at least show you that I am not a monster. You may change your mind a bit."
"Okay," Noa says sitting back in her chair. He reaches into his pocket then pulls out a card. It's stained with a little coffee. He hands it to her with a smile on his face. "Now I need to get your number…." Noa handed him her phone out of curiosity not trusting herself with a pen. She did so more out of curiosity more than fear. How did all this happen? A teensy loss of control more than anything else.
pHe had her unlock her phone before he accepted it from her. One fact that she remembered later on. The officer handed it back to her and said, "Is it alright if I call you this week?" She nods then says okay. Now he doesn't call her until, around Wednesday which is fine for Noa. She needed a couple days to calm down.
Not that the sight of his name didn't give her a slight heart palpitation. But, she decided that she needed to research this man. The town was pretty small. Everyone knew everyone so, it was the word already that the new girl was talking to Officer Negan. Also, that she spilt coffee on him. He offered to buy her a new drink then ran off. See this is why she missed the city. Nobody gave a damn about what anyone else was doing unless, it was something illegal. Noa almost dropped her phone picking it up. Her hands are clammy. What the hell is wrong with me, she asks herself then hits the answer button. "Hello," she answers.
"Noa, this is Officer Negan. Do you remember me?"
"Yes, I spilled coffee on you."
"I hope you aren't still worried about that," he laughs. "It's been two days."
" I'm not usually clumsy," she reveals.
"I startled you," he says, "so, that's my fault. That's also, why I am calling you." Noa held the phone closest to her lap. She put him on speaker not only for her own sanity, but also because of how his voice carried. "I wanted to know if you were busy on Saturday afternoon," he asked. Noa licked her lips then replied that she was free. "Good," he says, "I want to take you somewhere. If that's alright with you." "Its fine," she says looking down at the phone screen.
"What time?"
"How about one o'clock," he asks. "Okay," she says, "I'll meet you there."
"I was thinking more of me picking you up."
"No, she says, "I would rather drive."
"Fair enough," he says, "I'll see you then."
They say good bye to one another and then the call ends. Noa stared down at the phone with a furrow in her brow. How the hell am I going to survive sitting somewhere with Negan without having a panic attack of some sort? She shakes her head then places her hand on her forehead. A feeling of dread washes over her. Noa can cancel. He won't mind if she does. If he does then she can explain that spending time with anyone in law enforcement is not what she had in mind. By spending time, she means dating. There's no way in hell that she can date this dude. He looks much older than her. Plus, right now sst wants to focus on herself and not be in a relationship. And then she decides to meet this guy.