Coach and Lucy
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Chapter 1 The Haven
"I shouldn't have to make these kind of fucking trips," Negan growled from the passenger seat of the truck.
"I know sir," Simon replied. "I hate to ask you to do this, but even killing a couple of this group hasn't made a difference. Sometimes they need the real fear of you and Lucille in order to comply."
"Maybe we should get you a bad ass bat like Lucille Simon. Maybe, just maybe if you had a pretty girl like mine swung over your shoulder then you wouldn't have any problems getting these pussies to do what is expected of them."
"We can check sporting goods stores on our next run sir. See what we can find."
"You do that Simon. And when you find our pretty girl," Negan said lovingly stroking his baseball bat, "we'll give her a name and you can test her out while I watch. I always was a fucking voyeur when it came to popping cherries."
Simon chuckled. "I'll be happy to let you watch sir."
"You bet your dumb fucking ass you will."
"The gate is just up here sir."
"Well let's get this show on the fucking road."
Simon slowed down as he approached the gate to the community. "What the fuck do they call this place?" Negan asked with a grunt.
"The Haven," Simon responded with a chuckle.
Negan snorted. "The Haven? Like a fucking safe haven? Well isn't that just rich."
The gate before them opened slowly and three men with sticks approached the caravan. "We told you not to come back Simon," one of the shouted.
Simon had exited the truck as the trio approached and was now standing in front of the vehicle with his hands on his hips. Negan made no move to get out of the truck, but he did unzip his classic black leather jacket. He shrugged out of it and tossed it on the seat of the truck. He didn't want to get any blood on it when swinging time came.
"I told you that I would be back Gerald and that I would not only have reinforcements but I would have the man himself in tow," Simon took a couple of steps towards the trio. "Now Gerald, Karen and I had a good thing going. We gave her the list, provided you protection, and in turn she gave us everything we required."
"Karen ain't in charge anymore. She's dead because your protection got her killed Simon."
"Gerald, Gerald, Gerald," Simon said shaking his head. "Karen got killed because she was a dumb bitch that thought she could get out of our deal. Please don't be a stupid bitch like her." Simon made a show of pressing his hands together as if he were praying.
"That's enough of this fucking shit," Negan said exiting the truck and strolling cockily up to the group with Lucille swung over his shoulder. "Gerald? You the new leader of this shithole?"
"Who the hell are you?"
Negan smiled at him. "You don't know who I am?"
Gerald, a balding man with a lean build and bow legged stature, grimaced. "If I knew who you were mister I wouldn't have asked. Now who are you?"
"Well Gerald," Negan said with a sarcastic tone. "I am the master of this little caravan and in turn the master of you and your group. You may be 'the leader'", Negan said with air quotes, "of this little rag tag group, but all of you fuckers answer to me."
"Negan," one of the trio whispered.
"That's right fuckers. Now are we going to have a problem? Does Lucille get to taste some blood today because she has been getting really thirsty lately?"
"We don't answer to you," Gerald replied with a sneer.
"Wrong answer fucker," Negan said before rushing Gerald and smashing Lucille into the side of his face.
The spurt of blood was instantaneous, but Gerald managed to stay on his feet which caused a cruel smile to graze Negan's face. "Look at this fucker," he shouted with a laugh. "He took it like a man! Too bad the next one is gonna knock you down!"
The beating was brutal and Negan was glad he had taken his jacket off and left it in the truck. "I've never seen so much blood! Look at this fucker bleed!" he shouted to the group that had gathered. "Now are there any other questions about who is in charge around here? Lucille isn't full and happy yet! She'll be happy to fuck another one of you fine folks over!"
The group from The Haven sunk back from the open gate. "Wonderful! Look at how welcoming you all are! Arrat don't forget to take his picture for our wall of honor! Now who wants to give me a tour?"
Negan made his way through the gathered crowd and pointed Lucille at an elderly woman. "Simon, I didn't know your grandmother survived all this shit!" He grinned at the woman. "It is an honor to meet you," and he paused for her to give her name.
"Mabel," she said softly.
"Well it is a fucking honor to meet you Ms. Mabel. How about you give me a tour of your little safe haven here and I'll give directions about what we will be taking with us."
"You are a horrible man Mr. Negan," Mabel said before starting off away from the gate. "Come on then don't dawdle. I haven't got all day."
"Bitchy old bird isn't she," Negan said with a snort. "Reminds me of a school teacher I had back in the day."
Negan and Simon followed Mabel through the small compound and pointed out things they would be taking with them. "Ms. Mabel you have been a true delight," Negan said planting a kiss on the old woman's cheek.
"Are you done with me then?" she spat at him.
He nodded. "Yes ma'am. I'm done with you." He grinned at her before he brought Lucille bashing down on the top of the gray haired woman's head. "Damn!" he shouted after one more hit. "She didn't hold up like the other fucker did."
"Why?" a young woman sobbed from behind Negan. "Why did you do that?"
"I said she reminded me of a teacher that I had and damn if I didn't hate that teacher. It's not every day that you get to take vengeance out right sweetheart," he grinned toothily at the woman.
Negan shrugged as the young woman fell down on her knees next to the bleeding corpse. "I think I'll look around a bit myself Simon," he said over his shoulder. "I'll just see what they may be hiding around here. Meet you back at the truck in ten."
"Yes sir," Simon said before turning back to the work at hand.
Negan was following a sound around the side of a house when he heard the shouting. "Fuck," he breathed out in frustration. "What the hell is going on now?"
He strolled back around to the front of the house to find a herd of walkers stumbling through the open gate. "Fuck!"
"Boss!" Simon shouted, but he was too far and there were too many walkers to push through.
"Go Simon! Go! I'll find you!" he screamed over the group of walkers and swung Lucille taking out two at one time. "Just get the fuck out of here!" he screamed at Simon again, before sprinting along the side of the house.
He hadn't realized before that the side he was walking on was nothing more than a shallow alley way. "Fuck!" he was trapped and he knew it.
If he could keep his stance and take the walkers out a few at a time he might survive. He swung Lucille back and forth a couple of times and readied himself for the onslaught. "Hey!" a voice shouted from behind him. "Don't be an idiot! You can't take them all on by yourself! Get in here!"
He glanced backwards to see a blond haired woman with a cellar door open that he hadn't noticed before. "What are you staring at mister? Get in here so we can seal the door shut!"
Negan didn't speak as he dove into the cellar and helped the woman secure the door. "We need to get back from the door so they can't smell us," she said grabbing his hand. "How many did you take out before you ended up in the alley? You are covered in blood mister."
He didn't respond. "The smell of the rotten potatoes should cover our scent until they wander off," she said softly before plopping down on the ground behind two bins of rotten potatoes. "Come on, sit down mister, it's probably going to be a while before they wander off so it's no point in wasting your energy slouching in this cellar."
He nodded at her, barely able to make her out in the darkness of the cellar. He sat down a couple feet away from her. "I… I bet you wondering what I'm doing here," she stuttered out. "I was just trying to refill my foot storage and this house was vacant. I… I hope you aren't angry with me for stealing some of your food."
"What?" he said flipping his head towards her? "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You're mad. I'm… I'm sorry. I'll put back what I took and I'll leave as quick as its safe."
"Sugar I don't give a flying fuck what you do. I just need to get the fuck out of this cellar and out of this shit hole community."
"The people aren't friendly here huh?"
"Sugar it ain't got nothing to do with friendliness. I don't belong here."
"Makes two of us," she murmured.
They sat in silence for several minutes and listened to the snarling noises from the walkers outside. "I take it you aren't from The Haven," he finally said.
"N… no, no. I was just passing through and there was a hole in the fence. It was easy to get in here and I just needed some food. I've been out for a couple of days now and have been making do with some rotten apples I got off the ground a few miles back."
"Well no worries darling. About stealing their shit I mean."
"Their shit?"
"Yep, their shit. I'm not a part of this fucking place either. I just ended up cornered in this fucking alley way and you saved my ass. I guess I should be fucking grateful."
She chuckled. "What's funny?" he asked.
"I guess that's as close to a thank you as I'm going to get."
"Damn straight."
"I'm Lucille by the way," Negan glanced up at her with a shocked expression she couldn't see in dark. "Everybody calls me Lucille expect my mother. She's always called me Lucy."
Negan was silent. "Now is typically when you tell me your name."
He snorted. "Yep," was his response.
"So do I get to know? Or should I name you myself?"
"And just what the fuck would you call me woman?"
She sat quietly for a minute. "Coach," she said matter of factly.
"Coach?"
"Yeah coach. You shall hence forth be called coach."
"Why in the fucking fuck are you naming me coach?"
"You remind me of a volleyball coach I had in high school," she said with a shrug.
Negan snorted again. "Lucy and Coach. Coach and Lucy. We will make one bad ass comedy team."
Now it was her turn to snort. "If only the creepers thought we were funny we might could get out of this easier."
"Creepers?"
"The dead ones. I think you called them walkers."
"Right. One fucking great comedy team," he said with another snort.