Allison took all her anger out on the punching bag; the sound of her wrapped fists pounding on the leather flew through the empty garage. The noise flinging against the cold metal walls, reminding her how alone she really was. She couldn't stop thinking about a couple nights ago. Her moment with Negan hadn't left her mind. The bag paid for her confused feelings, it could barely take her beatings these few days as she had noticed it looked less and less spry. Allison had been avoiding contact with him all week, hoping not looking into his eyes again would give her time to come to the full realization of what this was, or even if this was anything. Shit the man had had ten wives and didn't think that to be a moral issue, what's kissing this new psycho ex waitress we picked up. Allison wanted to think better of him, but was there really a better him? Gah! These aren't even questions she should be considering to herself she scolded.
"You're avoiding me." A familiar arrogant voice rang out though the make shift gym. Allison turned to Negan looming in the doorway. "It's a big place." Allison shot back in the hope he might leave; just turn around and fucking run. But unfortunately he remained still, lingering. "Me and the whole gang are heading back to your old pal gang today for a pick up. I thought maybe you'd want a blast from the past and come with us, well with me." Negan grinned so in a way to make it sound as if stealing from her old group would be an excellent date. Allison rolled her eyes at his abruptness, while shaking her head. "Why the hell would I want to go back there again?" Allison added in. Negan smiled and scoffed at her stubbornness, "well maybe doll if they see that you're not dead, they wont want to kill me so fucking bad. Then maybe we can move forward with this shit and they can be some good company for once." His arrogance really was the first thing that would get him killed, Allison kept to herself, "you have no idea of what Rick and his group are capable of, your small mind might forget but I was there, I heard everything. Even if I did most of the killing, they have strategies that go on for days, don't think they wont take you down, and maybe me along with you." Allison snipped back to him. Hoping to get through his bulletproof skull that her going was a terrible idea. Negan seemed completely un-phased by the new information she provided. "Well doll if I'm gone and you stay, I wont have a mass murderer to protect me from my own people apparently." He grinned big at her, and stepped closer.
His eyes had never left hers until he stepped closer. Then they immediately fell down, Allison had hoped for a moment he was staring at her breasts, until she realized the even worse possibility that she always wore long sleeves, even a jacket at times. Negan had caught her in her workout; she was wearing nothing but a tank top. Her scars were exposed; she fumbled to grab her jacket before he could stare further. "Whoa whoa wait hold up there." Negan started in but she avoided his eyes. "I didn't mean to stare love just let me see." He moved closer, this time Allison allowed it. Not because she felt any sense of comfort but because she knew he wouldn't stop until she let him see. He stood right in front of her once more, just as they had days before. Allison hoped she would be ready for this moment should it happen again but she wasn't. Her heart bled in her chest, as she couldn't keep her eyes up, the floor pulled them down. In this world everyone had their scars, their battles, and their memories. But Allison's were all from her past life, every single one of them, and there were plenty of them to go around.
Negan was referring to the one on her chest, the inch think scar tissue that stretched from her sternum to her belly button. He reached forward to touch it, but she flinched away. "I'm sorry it's just so damn badass." Negan smiled. "Now if you don't mind me asking, what the hell happened to you?" He raised his eyebrows at Allison; she hadn't let her guard down yet about him touching her. She stepped back a step and folded her arms, in a hopeless attempt to cover her scarring before starting her story. "I had heart surgery, twice actually. Once at eleven and once at fourteen, the heart completely stopped both times. In total I've been legally dead for twenty minutes. That's all your getting." Allison wanted to tell him more; she had begun to speak with the intention to tell him more about her. But the other night came flooding back; her emotions were clouding her judgment on who to trust.
"Well what I got still sounds pretty kickass if you ask me." He chimed as he stepped forward once again closing the gap between them. She realized her attempts to keep backing away from him would be futile. Or maybe Allison didn't really want to keep backing away from him. She thought of the image that made her so jealous a couple nights back. The thought of Negan wrapped around one of his wives, then replacing the wife with herself. Was that really what she wanted? Her head had been clouding with fantasies, a perilous fog that cleared the moment she felt Negans familiar rough hand on her skin. Her eyes broke from the floor and buried into his once again. His right hand on her shoulder slowly moving in circles closer and closer to her scaring every time. Her body sticky yet slick from the punching bag abuse, she felt disgusting and somehow not worthy of his touch, the touch of a man she barely knew according to Negan. His thumb finally reached the scar tissue; he traced it up and down with his finger. Going lower and lower each time. Their eyes never moving from each other's he stopped when he reached the top of her shirt. Allison said nothing, but wanted him to keep going. Instead he reached for her neck once more. This time as he leaned in she felt herself leaning as well. As their lips touched her mind was not wandering as before, her body was in tune with her thoughts. She wasn't going to reject his touch this time.
As Negans left hand found a place on her waist Allison was the one who moved to deepen the kiss. She instinctually wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders, her sweaty skin sticking to the comforting leather he was in. Her tongue intertwining with his as his strong hand squeezed harder on her side, embraced her to him. Her hand found the collar of his jacket in her daze and she slipped her fingers in it to pull it off. Her daze was snapped in two, when Negan was the one to pull away. She foolishly wanted to pull him back to her, never wanting a moment of tenderness in this godless world to end. Negan smiled "Well is that a yes on coming to your old camp with me doll?"