Hey everyone! This is my first TWD FF and after that last episode with Negan, I decided to write about him. I haven't read the comics (i know, shame on me) but I'm a very loyal fan of the TV show (thanks to my Mum who's obsessed with it). I did my research on Negan so I know some stuff about him from the comics (e.g. he swears a lot and apparently has sexual fantasies about his bat lol) but I can't wait until he gets more on-screen time on TV because Jeffrey Dean Morgan is one charming silverfox!

Anyways, I finally grew the balls to publish this story. I hope you guys will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Negan

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'HARMONIOUS EARTH'

The first time he saw her, she was just some elfin beauty browsing around the site in search for a vehicle that would suit her needs. It was early spring and the snow that blanketed the area for months just melted. The weather was still chilly and he was still pissed that the coffee machine in the office was broken. He cursed the bastard who broke it under his breath several times since he discovered it broken. He didn't know who did it but once he finds out who did…well, he'd give them a lesson.

"Excuse me," the elfin beauty called out to him, attempting to earn his attention. She was waving at him as if calling out was not enough.

He approached her, adjusting his tie while doing so. "Can I help you?" he responded coolly as he stopped in front of her. She was short and for a tall man like himself, she was very short, shorter than he thought she was when he was watching her from a distance.

She smiled softly, being friendly. "Hi, I'm just wondering if Paul is working today?" she wondered. She was looking up at him like he was a giant. She had a pair of big kaleidoscope green eyes with specks of different shades of green, brown and hazel.

"No," he replied as he turned his gaze away from those green eyes. They were surprisingly hypnotic. She looked disappointed.

He watched as she brought up her thumb to her lips, chewing on her cuticle unknowingly. "Oh, okay. Well, Paul and I have been negotiating in regards to the Impala over there," she started, removing her finger from her lips to speak clearly. His gaze followed her index finger as she pointed at the car behind him. He smirked. She was pointing at the 1965 Chevrolet Impala Super Sport positioned at the far corner of the site where most of the rejected and useless vehicles were on display.

"You want that piece of shit over there?" he laughed, turning his gaze back to her.

She looked outraged, whether it was because of his foul, unprofessional mouth or the insult addressed to the car, he wasn't sure. "She's not a piece of shit," she quickly defended the vehicle.

He scoffed. "Sweetheart, that Impala is one of our most expensive and oldest stuff for sale. Are you really willing to pay so much for something that will give you more problems than satisfaction?"

She folded her arms across her chest and looked at him with one eyebrow raised. "Well, what do you recommend I buy then, 'Mr Car Salesman' since you seem to know what's best for me," came her sassy response. He nodded towards lime green coloured Volkswagen Beetle parked behind her. She looked at it then looked back at him with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Oh come on," he laughed, "a fun sized ride for a fun sized little lady." His little comment only made her frown.

"Paul and I discussed the problems of the Impala," she began, she was making it clear to him that she was not in the mood to stay any longer in his company.

"Then why do you want to buy it?" he wondered out loud, well aware of the one hundred and one different problems of the ancient car. The Impala may be good looking on the outside but its condition can be compared to a 90-year-old slowly dying of old age and fifty different health problems.

"I've been saving up for that car since I was nineteen," she pointed out. "Can I just sign the papers and get her right now?" he laughed at her impatience.

"You know, the cost of her repairs will be more expensive than the price you'll pay to get her-…"

"Oh stop trying to convince me to buy that ugly Beetle," she interrupted him, pausing when she realised she didn't know his name. Her eyes dropped from his face and towards the nametag that was pinned on the breast pocket of his white shirt. "Negan," she read, "Negan, I'm ready to buy Besty over there," she announced, referring to the Impala with the name she had allegedly provided grinned in amusement.

"Funfuckingtastic," he exclaimed. She was determined to purchase the Impala and there was nothing he can do to convince her that it was a shitty investment. Anyways, at least he would be able to get rid of the vehicle and get a sale out of it.

For the next several minutes that followed, she was busy filling up the papers he provided her to complete the transaction. As he sat across her, he watched her complete the task with a surprising amount of interest. He observed a number of things about her during the time she was busy filling the papers. He noticed that she was a left-hander and he noted her little mannerisms like how she would crinkle her nose or chew on the cuticle of her thumb. While he noticed her little actions, there was no denying that he also observed her physical features appreciatively like how any man would in his situation. Apart from her shortness, there was something about her physical appearance that made her appear innocent and cute…sort of like the girl-next-door type. He never liked those type of women but there was something oddly appealing about her.

"Okay, I'm done," she looked up from the paperwork with a bright smile on her face, no longer as impatient as she was earlier. She had a pretty smile.

He took the paper from her and checked whether she filled up everything correctly. "Lucilla, is that your name?" he wondered as he read her name written in her neat, cursive writing.

"It's Lucille," she corrected him. Lucille…he'd never heard of that name before, he thought to himself, quite impressed.

"Sorry," he looked up from the paperwork, "your 'e' looked sort of like a fucking 'a'," he explained.

She seemed used to his unnecessary and unprofessional cussing by now. "That's okay," she smiled once again. "I go by Lu, it's much simpler," she explained. He tried not to laugh at that one. She acted as if Lucille was a ten-syllable name that needed to be cut shorter but he said nothing about it.

"Well, Lu, congratulations, you're officially the new owner of that shitty old Impala!" he declared.

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Also, when I looked up what Negan did pre-Apocalypse, there were some sources that said he was a used car salesman and some other sources said he was a ping-pong coach and a school teacher, I'm using both ideas, just letting you guys know in advance. Anyways, if I haven't stressed it enough, leave some REVIEW pretty please :)