Kirsty sits with her feet up, reading a book. She'd purposely taken the last two late shifts, knowing Negan would be due any day now. She wanted to avoid him at all costs. She had told Rick about her encounter with Negan in the woods, and Rick hadn't been best pleased about it.
"I'm sorry. I know he's the last person you wanna see. Next time he comes, just stay home. I'll give him his shit at the gate," Rick had said.
So she had swapped shifts with Carol. "You were alone with him?" Carol had said. "You should have taken him out while you had the chance."
It's not as simple as that. Taking him out doesn't take out all the saviors, if anything, it'd just start a war, and we don't have enough men for that, Kirsty had written. Carol had unwillingly agreed with her.
Negan pulls up at the gates of Alexandria. He'd thought of little else, other than Kirsty, and was disappointed not to see her patrolling the fence. He exits the truck and heads inside. "Hey, Rick! You miss me?" Negan smiles. "Because i missed you."
"I got your stuff," Rick says, straight faced.
"Straight to the fucking point i see. You know, it wouldn't hurt you to engage in a little conversation once in a while," Negan chuckles, as he follows Rick.
Negan tuts, as he looks over Rick's offerings. "Rick. Didn't we talk about this? I mean, what the fuck even is this? It's a damn, fucking, insult, that's what it is."
"We need more time," Rick says.
Negan turns to him. "You need to get your damn ass out there, and find me some better shit, that's what you need, Rick!" Negan rubs his temples.
"We'll do better next time," Rick promises.
Negan runs his tongue over his teeth, letting out a tsk. "Where's Kirsty?"
"She's sleeping," Rick says.
"I didn't ask what she was fucking doing. I asked where she was," Negan frowns.
Rick stares at him, gritting his teeth.
"Well?" Negan asks.
"Does it matter? She's sleeping," Rick scowls.
Negan moves closer to him. "I decide what matters, prick. Now, you either point me in the right direction, or i'm gonna have all my little soldiers, strip your damn house's bare. So what's it gonna be, prick?"
Kirsty hears a knock at the door. She gets up from her seat, assuming it's Rick coming to tell her the coast is clear. She opens the door, and is greeted by Negan.
"Kirsty!" He smiles. "Would you look at that, Rick. She wasn't asleep after all. You wasn't lying to me, was you, prick?" Negan asks, turning to Rick.
Kirsty looks at Rick standing nervously at the bottom of her yard.
"I thought she was sleeping," Rick says, glancing at the ground.
"Sure you did. Any fucking hoo! You gonna invite me in, sweetheart?" Negan asks.
Kirsty stares at him, then she steps aside. Negan walks in, shutting the door behind him.
"This is a nice place you got. Beats the shit out of my place," Negan chuckles.
Kirsty stands in the hall, writing in her pad.
Negan walks over to her, as she holds the pad out to him.
What do you want? He reads.
"Well a drink might be fucking nice. If it's not too much to ask," he grins.
She gestures with her hand towards the kitchen. Kirsty rifles through the cupboard. She points at a jar of coffee.
"Yeah, sure. I'd love some, sweetheart," he smiles. "Let me get that-" he starts, as she climbs up onto the counter. "Never mind," Negan grins, as he has the perfect view of her ass.
Kirsty places the coffee on the counter, and jumps down. She fills the pot with water, placing it on the stove.
Negan sits on a stool, resting his arm against the counter.
"So, did you miss me?" He grins
Kirsty stares at him, then continues pouring coffee grounds into the cafeteria.
"Why don't you come take a seat while that boils," Negan smiles, patting the stool in front of him.
She sits down, a little reluctantly. She shows him the notepad once again. What do you want?
"Just the pleasure of your company, sweetheart," Negan smiles.
Kirsty rolls her eyes.
"Do you have someone? You must have someone, right?" Negan asks.
She shakes her head, and begins tapping her fingers on the counter.
"Fuck! How is that possible? You're hot as hell," Negan grins, biting his lip.
Kirsty shrugs.
The pot begins to whistle. Kirsty gets up from her seat. She fills the cafeteria with water, bringing it over to the counter in front of Negan.
"You not having some?" Negan asks.
She shakes her head.
"So, i'm curious. And answer me honestly, sweetheart. Were you involved with the attack at my outpost?" Negan asks.
Kirsty looks him straight in the eye, and nods.
Negan smiles, running his tongue over his lip. "I thought you might be. So how many of my men did you take out yourself?"
She shrugs.
"Fuck. That is cold as shit, sweetheart," Negan says.
How many people have you killed? She writes.
Negan raises an eyebrow. "Fair point," he chuckles.
Kirsty pours his coffee, she points to a pot of sugar.
"Just one, i'm fucking sweet enough," he smiles.
Kirsty raises an eyebrow.
"What? You don't think i'm sweet?" Negan smiles. "Actually, don't fucking answer that."
So seriously. What do you want? She writes.
Negan sighs. "I know what i fucking want, sweetheart," he practically purrs. His eyes looking her over greedily. "Best to give that some time though," Negan smiles.
You could have all the time in the world. And that wouldn't happen! She writes.
Negan smiles. "Wow! What makes you think i was talking about that?"
I'm mute, not blind. Kirsty writes.
"True, or maybe you just have a dirty mind," he laughs.
She turns her face away from him in disgust.
Negan bites the inside of his cheek. "Alright, sweetheart. I'll be honest. Your fearless leader, Rick, is treading on thin, fucking ice. His last two offerings have been a damn insult. Now, normally, someone would be getting their brains bashed in, but now, i'm thinking there might be a better way to handle this. Something that will be more beneficial for the both of us," he smiles.
Such as? Kirsty writes.
"Hmm, i want you to work for me," Negan says, his eyes burning into hers.
I already work for you. She writes.
"Good answer! I fucking like that!" He beams, his eyes alight. "But i wanna see what you can do first-hand. I want you to work with me and my men, out there," he motions with his hand.
I don't think Rick will like that. She writes, her hand shaking slightly.
"In case you hadn't noticed, sweetheart. Rick isn't making the decisions any more," he smiles, getting up from his seat. "Come on, let's step outside."
Rick stands at the bottom of Kirsty's yard, shifting his feet impatiently. He looks up at the sound of her front door opening. Negan smiles in Rick's direction, with Kirsty right behind him.
"Rick!" Negan smiles, walking over to him. "You got a good one here. If only the rest of your men were like her, then i don't think we'd have a fucking problem."
"I didn't think we had a problem. I got you your supplies, just like you asked," Rick says, clenching his jaw.
"You didn't get me shit! Watch how you're talking to me, Rick, or i might just have to remind you who the fuck i am," Negan warns him, his eyes cold.
Rick looks down at his feet, squeezing his tongue between his teeth.
"Now. I was gonna bash someone's head in, and believe me, Lucille, is fucking thirsty. But luckily for you, your girl Kirsty, just agreed to work with me and my men," Negan smiles.
Rick looks over at Kirsty, his breath becoming heavy. "Don't, please. Just leave her out of this," Rick pleads.
"I'm not asking your permission, Rick. And i don't care for the way you're looking at me right now, so cut that shit out. It's pretty fucking simple, Rick. Either she comes working with me tomorrow, and i bring her back, safe and fucking sound. Or, you kick up a fucking fuss, i kill one of your men, then i take her anyway. Only that way, i won't be bringing her back. So what's it gonna be, prick?" Negan frowns.
Rick stares at him, putting all his effort into not grabbing Negan's baseball bat, and smashing his smug face in. Instead, he glances over at Kirsty, giving her a sympathetic look, then he nods.
"Smart move," Negan chuckles. "Alright, let's move out," he orders his men. Negan looks over at Kirsty. "I'll be here around six, so make sure you're up bright and early, sweetheart."
Kirsty nods, watching him leave. She looks over at Rick.
"I'm sorry," he says.
Kirsty shakes her head, then heads inside.