Helena

Two years after meeting Negan, I've seemed to grown accostume to his language even adopting some of his cursing in my own. I even know he's a dick wad but he does what he has to keep our people safe. I say our people because while he's King Arthur, I'm his Lancelot. But mostly in the homestead side of things. I made sure every job is being filled, the job is being done correctly, I make sure people get feed, children get blankets even when their parents can't afford them, I make sure the men don't attack the women or children and I even personally run the kitchen staff. I'm Negan best friend which comes with a lot of perks, including getting the best meals, a room on the fifth floor, safety for Venus and even extra safety from the men, if they dared try anything.

I was positioned on the picnic table just outside the kitchens looking for the small plot of land that we used for the drying of clothes. My book was laying forgotten as Venus and I laid in the sun. She was on her leash like usual but she didn't mind, she just loved her time outside of our rooms.

"Sun bathing?" I laughed when Venus started meowing at the visitor. She even walked over my stomach to approach the man. He picked her up and petted her head gently moving to lay beside me on the table top.

"Don't you got shit to do?" I asked him as Venus laid between us.

"Of fucking course. BUT I always have fucking time for my favorite." He grinned over at me.

"Aww thanks."

"I was fucking talking about Venus."

"FUCK you Negan." I swatted at his shoulder playfully.

"Calm the fuck down, I'm fucking with you." I hit him once more then laid back down.

"So what's on the agenda today?" he asked me.

"Sun Bathing, then I got some information that there are a few berry bushes a few miles to the south. I thought I could jog over with Dwight or Mark and pick a few. Maybe I can make us a berry pie tonight. I have dough already made sooo."

"Hmmm sound fucking delicious. Maybe I can spread it all over your fucking sexy body?" he basically asked.

"Uhhh no."

"How about Amber's?" he asked about one of his five wives.

"Fuck those btiches, Negan." I growled glaring at him after I sat up to be looking down at him.

"I plan to." He gave a snarky grin.

"Negan, if you waste my fucking pie on some two bite dick sucking whore, I'm going to fucking make chocolate shit pie next time so you can eat it off of her." I growled at him.

"Fine. Fine." He grumbled looking up at me. "After the berry picking?" he asked me.

"Maybe get a few hours of reading before I go down and help with dinner." I said.

"How about a shower?" he asked me.

"Maybe after I'm done cooking, before I bring our meals up… Why? Are you going to be going out?" I asked him. I didn't know if he was going to go fuck one of his wives or go out picking up the stuff.

"Yeah, I have to leave for a fucking pick up in a few moments. But I should be home just before dinner. Why don't you take a shower in my bathroom?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I might." I tapped my chin as I kept looking down at him. "Maybe a bath. If you find any bubbles let me know." I said. He nodded his head. He sat up placing a hand on top of one of mine and leaned forward to kiss my forehead.

"I have a fucking awesome present for you tonight."

"Hopefully it isn't like last time." I shivered disgusted at the thought. Supposedly he had a present for me, for our 'fake' Christmas when I walked into the wives' lounge to find him fucking Sherry with Dwight right outside the door. It was disgusting to say the fucking least.

"Nah, nothing like last time." He grinned down at me.

"Okay well, be careful." I said wrapping my arms around his neck as we hugged.

"You too beautiful." He kissed my temple this time as he murmured in my ear. "Make sure you keep your fucking dagger on you at all times." He said. He didn't really trust anyone outside of our original group which was only me, him and an old work buddy of his Frank, who now worked the farm animals. I understood him especially since Abby tried to kill him after he took her as one of his wives. I shuddered at the thought, she had got him in the stomach when I heard him cry out in pain when I was in the library that separated our rooms. I remember rushing over and slamming my dagger into his skull in that minute and fighting with her boyfriend, Zeke who had come up with the idea when Negan crawled over to get his pistol and shot Zeke multiple times but not until the giant man knocked me around a bit. "What the hell are you thinking about?" Negan's voice pulled me from the memory.

"Nothing." I said pulling back from our hug.

"Yeah right. We're you think about me sticking my big…"

"Negan." I cried out to stop him from talking. He was such a sleazy sometimes. "No, I was…"

"You were what?" he asked me.

"Just thinking about Abby and Zeke." I mumbled looking over to where Venus choose to sunbath because we were now blocking her sun.

"Hey." He grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. "Don't fucking think of those dickwads. We're safe. I'm alright. You're alright. If I could fucking fuck that bastard up more for what he did to you, I fucking would." He growled. Zeke had turned a few moments after Negan's first shot and I slammed my dagger into his eye ball at that point. To Negan, both of them got off easy. He wanted bash their heads in after torturing them a bite.

"Just be careful, Negan." I grumbled clutching on to his jacket.

"I will be. Now head inside, you got me all fucking paranoid." He grumbled. I nodded my head grabbing Venus' leash and standing up.

"Bye, Negan."

"Bye Little Lena." He grinned at me as we both went our separate way.