Just wanted to thank those of you who are reading, this chapter is a little longer than the last. I didn't get as much time as I'd hoped to check over it so I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes.
Hope you Enjoy:).
Recently it had become a recurring theme for me to be the last one on shift, clearing and locking everything up which I didn't mind, It was peaceful. The silence reminded me of being alone and outside the fences, I really missed it. I would do anything to be going on runs and killing the dead. I'm capable of more than just cleaning, I've just gotta show it.
Walking through the dining hall, picking up any remaining plates as I finished my rounds. People hadn't even took the time to clean up after themselves. I swear to god I'm losing my patients in this shithole. Hearing footsteps approaching, I turned to the kitchen not wanting to converse with anyone. Taking my next step, the ground became less sturdy then it had been a step before. I begin to slip as my feet are pulled completely out from underneath me. I threw my arms out to the side, attempting to supply some kind of platform to land on. This only led to the remains of the dinner left on the plates to spring free, causing me to land in a pile of muck, fueling the fire which was already burning after a day of domestic labour. What the hell was someone doing around these parts this late, no one ever was. I turned wanting to set my eyes on the idiot who caused me to fall. The fire coursing throughout my body was suddenly put out, icing over at the sight of who I was seeing. It was Negan.
He let out a low chuckle, clearly amused at my inconvenience, causing cracks to form in ice in my veins, as a the returning fire began to spark through.
"We have to stop meeting like this doll" Negan said breaking the silence and keeping that annoying smile plastered on his face. He stood at the entrance of the dining hall with Lucille sitting loosely on his shoulder.
"No shit" I muttered, not as quietly as I'd hoped as I heard a small laugh escape his lips. I began to set up on my knees to gather the trays which had been dropped.
"Why don't you leave that where it is, you can clean that up after I'm gone" he commanded.
I halted my hands, thankful that I wore my cap today because I could hide away from Negan underneath it.
"Now, why don't we have a little chit-chat, hmm?" He asked, like I had a choice.
Setting Lucille down on a nearby table, he strutted toward me, hips pushed forward with every step he took. After a few long strides he was towering over me. He leaned forward mimicking his behaviour from our first encounter, reaching his hand in my direction offering his gracious help. I lifted my eyes from the floor, searching for his hoping that I'd get the message across that I wasn't going to let history repeat itself. I refused to allow my body to be as dramatic as it was the last time I placed my hand in his.
"As pleasing as you look on your knees" he said as his eyes looked down on me. He let out a sigh before he continued "I'm getting real tired of this bullshit where you make me wait when I'm offering you my gentlemanly service"
His obnoxious remark irritated me, I wanted to defy him so I stood in one quick motion completely ignoring his offer, keeping my eyes fixed on his as I pushed his hand aside.
"Well this is a different you. From the way you acted this morning, I assumed you were a giant fucking pussy. You barely spoke two fucking words to me".
I become frustrated at being reminded of how I had previously acted. I didn't want to be verbally bashed around by him for second longer, luckily I'm greeted by a brief rush of courage
"Maybe I only spoke two fucking words to you because you decided to plant your incredibly huge body in front of mine, confusing the hell out of me and knocking me straight on my ass" I shouted.
My hand instantly went to my mouth, all most as if I was trying to put the words back from where they had come from. Was I trying to get myself killed? what he had said was right, I was a pussy this morning but the cockiness of this man was driving me insane.
Negan closed in the air space between us, making me think he had a kink for invading people's personal space as it wouldn't be the first time he's face was inches from my own. He's eyes burned holes into mine as they become clouded and unreadable. My heart hinged in my chest and my throat dried up, making it impossible for me take a breath. I've really fucked up. Talking back clearly didn't sit well with him because I could tell he was behond pissed, just as I was sure he was going to grab Lucille and crack her down on my head, the muscles in he's face relaxed, forming he's signature smile allowing dimples to pierce into he's cheeks. The clouds parted in he's eyes, revealing a softer look
"I haven't caught your name yet" he revealed.
"It's (Y/N)" i told him without hesitation, deciding it was best that he knew.
"Well (Y/N), I'd say you've finally decided to grow some mother fucking balls"
I cocked my head to the side, knowing he was right but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of being aware of this.
"Have you not realised that maybe I just don't want to talk to you?" I fired back.
"Oh honey" he said stretching he's smile more from cheek to cheek. He flared his arms out to the side "everyone wants to talk to me".
"What ever you say Negan" I scoffed. I didn't know what he's limits were so I decided it was probably best not to get too sassy.
"You are fucking right!, now tell me (Y/N) do you like living in my sanctuary?" He asked looking around the dining hall for representation before glaring back at me.
"Yeah, I guess I do. Although I'd much prefer a job on the fences or on runs, that's where I should be" I declared seeing this as an opportunity to get my point across.
"You should be wherever the fuck me or my men tell you to be and if you were told to be in the kitchen, that's where you'll plant yourself, are we clear?".
"Crystal" I replied. The rage retuned, I wanted to punch this asshole in his perfect face. I'm having just about enough of this shit.
"Fun-fucking-tastic" he bellowed, emphasising every letter leaving his egotistical mouth.
I said nothing, holding in my feelings desperate to escape.
Negan set himself down on the the edge of a table nearby, crossing his legs as he lifted his finger and trailed it down my body.
"Those are the same clothes you wore when you first arrived here right? that's fucking gross" he remarked, clearly not bothered by the fact he just insulted me.
How in the hell did he remember what I wore when I first got here?. He didn't look at me for more than two seconds. He obviously thinks I'm disgusting. Becoming embarrassed, I dropped my head, hiding underneath my cap as I spoke my next words.
"I've been saving my points since I got here, I've just managed to buy a room and I haven't had anything to spare to buy some new clothes"
I then realised there's no reason for me to be ashamed, I put in a lot of work for my room, sorry if my clothes weren't up to your satisfaction. I become increasingly annoyed so I lifted my head, forgetting my previous shame and met his eyes, ready to challenge him as I continued.
"I am sorry if my appearance doesn't meet your expectations, but believe it or not I don't dress myself to please you or anyone else".
Negan raised his eyebrows and briefly set his tongue between his teeth. Rising from his sitting position he took a step in my direction, taking in my comment and I assume getting ready to rise to the challenge.
"Don't get your panties in a fucking twist, I'm not insulting you. It's still gross but baby, you are fucking sexy, the clothes you wearing won't change that fact".
I had been dealing with the situation so well before hand, not being the pussy I was earlier but he had just rose to another level. I had no control over the flare of red that rushed to my cheeks. My body clearly loved everything he had just said but I was confused, I looked a fucking mess and here Negan was calling me sexy. I don't think anyone's ever called me as sexy.
He was amused at my current state, a small smirk emerged on his face clearly proud of the reaction he'd managed to get out of me.
"Now I think you've got some cleaning up to do, so why don't you get back on your knees and get rid of that shit". He said lowering his eyes to the mess left on the floor.
I really didn't want to do as I was told, but I still hadn't recovered after his previous comment and I didn't want to piss him off so I listened and got back on my knees. Seeing that I had obeyed Negan turned on his heels, walking back over to retrieve Lucille.
"Oh and (Y/N), i'd much prefer if you were on your knees for the purpose of putting my dick in that pretty mouth of yours but please learn to keep your fucking feet on the ground so our only meetings don't consist of just this" he said looking over his shoulder at me and circling Lucille in my direction, I assumed he was referring to me being on the floor for the second time.
After holding me under his stare for a few moments, he flashed his signature smile for the millionth time and turned, heading for the exit.
"Until next time" he called out.
He was finally gone, the sound of his footsteps had disappeared leaving me in complete silence to comprehend what had just happened. I sat back, resting my elbows on my knees as I thought about what he had said. I knew Negan was the biggest douche bag around but his filthy mouth always leaves me flustered and intrequed. Do I really want there to be a next time?