My day started out the same as the others. I woke up to the sound of my watch bleeping at 6am, letting me know it was time to wake and leave my little room I had earned myself. I sat up on the edge on the hard mattress which made me think i may aswell be sleeping on a plank of wood as I took it my surroundings. It's not by any means anything special, the walls are a dull grey colour, there are no windows so no daylight can penetrate the dark corners, the damp smell which lingers everywhere over the sanctuary also invaded my room but luckily I'm used it it by now. There is barely enough room for a bed, this thought caused my mind to flash back to when I first got here and had to sleep outside or on the stairs leading to the main compound for 2 weeks before I had enough points to get this room, I guess my little room was something to be proud of and I allowed myself a little smile for my hard work in the kitchen.
I was sitting, getting lost in my head when I remembered something that was made clear to me by Simon. He told me that I can never be late for a shift and if I was, there would be consequences. I assumed he was tying to enforce his authority over me due to the close proximity he spoke to me in along with the specs of spit he managed to wash my face with in the process. Not wanting to get on his bad side I quickly drag myself off the bed, pull the jeans up that I hung over the chair the night before. Reaching for my dirty black tank top I throw it on, grabbing my black jacket and tying up my boots in a matter of seconds. After the 3 weeks I've been here I've only managed to gather enough points to purchase this little room and rations of food and water. I figured it would be another couple of weeks before I could get some new clothes. Although, last night I did manage to clean my clothes in the shower room so that they aren't too grimy for a days work in the kitchen.
I don't even want to think about how hideous I must look, realising I'd been caring much more about my appearance since I've been in the sanctuary. My thoughts quickly flicked to the lead saviour who always seems to have different clothes on every time I see him, not to forget his perfectly slicked back hair, I assume he uses gel to get his prestige look. Not wanting to think about the mysterious man any longer, I pull my thick hair back into a lose low pony tail, allowing the curly departed strands at the front to hang in my face, covering my eyes, and finally place my cap on before exiting my room ready to start the day.
Waking through the sanctuary in the morning was my favourite part of the day mainly because it meant my antisocial self didn't have to talk to anyone. I can just sneakily walk to the kitchen without being seen. Looking to the lower levels of the compound, the first signs of people getting up to start their day appeared. I begin to wonder what job each of these individuals had how they earn their points. Without any warning i'm ripped from my thoughts as I hit a hard wall that I hadn't remembered being there on my previous journey to the kitchen. I must've hit it pretty hard as I come crashing down onto the floor. It took me no longer than a second to realise that it wasn't a wall but in fact a tall figure when the sound of a deep, unfamiliar voice helped me realise what had just happened.
"Shit! what in the fucking fuck"
Blurted out the voice that I didn't recognise and I knew I hadn't heard before but I took a guess as to who it belonged to. As I raised my eyes and looked up from underneath my cap my heart stopped as I set my sights on the bat feared by so many for the first time. As it presented itself to me, I couldn't help but take in every detail, there were thick layers of barbed wire covering the barrel of the bat. The wires consumed the end of the weapon, covering the small dents in the wood, I assumed these disfigurements had been caused by the hardship of mutilating the dead. I would've thought the wire would be covered in muck, but not Lucille. Each spike of wire was completely clear of any gunk that would've clung to it. A warning sign flickered in my head when I noted just how much damage this bat could do with just one blow.
Becoming more uncomfortable at this thought I quickly diverting my site to a pair of black boots, dragging my eyes up grey trousers which were held up securely with a thin brownish belt. My eyes continued their travels as they caught a glimpse of the bottom of a leather jacket. I reroute vision not wanting to confirm my suspicions as to who I stupidly bumped into. I began to panic, feeling my heart beat rapidly as I attempted to gather myself up from the floor but before having my chance to get up, a large hand reached out towards me. I hesitated to take it, too busy contemplating all the ways in which I will be killed for being such a clumsy idiot.
"You just fucking ran into my chest, almost knocked me flat on my fucking ass and now you won't take my hand? How fucking rude of you".
My eyes widened with sudden shock at his words, thinking that I was surely going to get punished for knocking into the man who I suspected was before me. People got on their knee when he was present and here I was, walking straight into him like the fool I am. I raised my eyes to his face for my first look of who I knew by this point I knew was Negan. Much to my surprise, and relief, I realised his comment wasn't filled with anger, but something else I was unsure of. He was most defiantly smiling, flashing his perfectly aligned pearly whites, I instantly notice how attractive he is as his salt and peppered beard covered the bottom half of his face, still failing to hide the dimples which were apparent on each cheek, softening his features. As our eyes met, I'm locked in to his captivating stare. I open my mouth attempting to provide some kind of response but I fail, unable to redeem myself in my current state.
"Now I know at first look, my face leaves women at a standstill. I understand I really do, but I'd sure as fucking hell appreciate it if you take my hand before I change my mind"
Without a second thought I reached out for his hand not wanting to fuel his annoyance even further. The skin on skin contact caused my senses to go into overdrive followed by a tingling sensation to thrive throughout my body, from the point of contact to my toes. His hand was so large in comparison to mine, swallowing it whole. With one smooth motion I was effortlessly lifted to my feet, clearly showing how much strength Negan had. He towered over me, bearing in mind I'm only 5ft3 and he was clearly over 6ft. Whilst attempting to breath, I realised it was much more difficult than I had mentally conceived due to how close Negan was to me. Despite my lack of breath, being so close allowed me to reach the conclusion that despite being much older than myself, I found myself undeniably attracted to this man, something that hadn't even crossed my mind before now. I finally managed to regain functioning of my speech, letting out the best response I could think of as my body is overwhelmed by the entire situation.
"I-uh- I'm sorry" I stutter "I wasn't paying attention to were I was going".
Instantly dropping my eyes from his in the hope that the break of eye contact would lead to me regaining control of my body and mind. This didn't stop his eyes from bearing into the top of my head. After a few moments of silence, I had forgotten my hand was still in his until he lifted it, parting our touch temporarily. He passed Lucille to the hand just in mine, which instantly led to a familiar quiver of fear to return as I believed this was about to take a sinister turn. Although he proved my concerns wrong as he raised his other hand engulfed in a black leather glove to my chin lifting my head up in the process forcing my brown eyes to meet with his once again. The cool leather of the glove sent chills down my back, apparently leaving me without the ability to speak, which is appearing to be a recurring theme when locked under his gaze. Nothing of what is happening makes sense as I know nothing of Negan yet I am infatuated by his touch.
He leaned in even closer, filling every possible bit of air space left between us until I could feel his hot breath on my face. Tightening his grip on my chin,
"don't you be fucking sorry doll, I've heard about you in the kitchen, working your pretty little ass off. I've been waiting for the chance to talk to you. Don't think I haven't realised just how beautiful you are" he whispered in a low, gravelly voice as the corner of his lips curled allowing a small smirk to appear.
If I wasn't holding my breath before that moment I defiantly was now, my whole body froze as he managed to deepen his stare into my eyes even further making me question the stability of my knees. After what seemed like an eternity Negan abruptly dropped his had from my chin, reverted his eyes ahead of me as he brushed past me swiftly swinging Lucille onto his shoulder. He carried on down the walkway without even looking back, clearly not faced at all by our first encounter. I was glad he removed himself when he did otherwise he would've seen my pale cheeks turn a harsh shade of red which for the first time wasn't because of the sun.