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"You're not driving my girl." Negan growled, from his spot on the plaid sofa, as Kayla packed the last of the supplies.

"You want to wait for those fucks to find us?" She asked, yanking the zipper closed forcefully, her frustrated eyes jumping to his. "Because I don't think I want to see what they will do to us, now that I've killed one of their kids and torn their fences down."

"You did what you had to." He scoffed, rolling his eyes heavily.

"Yeah well, I'm going to keep doing what I have to, even if it means stuffing your stubborn ass in the trunk. We are leaving today."

"That's fine. I'll drive." Negan flashed her a cocky grin and a quick wink for good measure.

"You can't drive with your side split open. Stop fighting me on this." Kayla sighed, raking a hand through her tangled hair.

"Sweetheart, I love you but if you don't shut your pretty fucking mouth and do as I say, I'm gonna throttle you." He growled, swiping his tongue across the straight edge of his teeth.

"Try it and I'll make it possible for you to literally, go fuck yourself." She sneered back, her dark eyes narrowed and determined. "Besides, I have these."

Negan glared at her when she pulled the keys from her pants pockets and jangled them.

"So, shut you big mouth and get the fuck in. I promise not to crash your girl."

"Are you jealous, baby?" Negan teased, his eyebrows raised mockingly.

"Of a hunk of metal and four wheels? No, I'm not jealous."

"Don't deny it, sweetheart. My girl, rubs your kitten the wrong way."

Rolling her eyes at his leer, Kayla tried a different tactic, turning her voice soft and teasing. "I figured you'd want to watch me drive her."

Negan's eyes trailed over her a moment before he laughed gruffly, while holding his side, "Good try, doll. I'm always up from some girl on girl, the more pussy the better, I always say, but I still don't trust you to drive her."

"It doesn't fucking matter what you want, Negan." She snapped, her patience for the whole conversation reaching its limit. "You're laying down in the backseat and I'm driving. You're going to shut up and do as I say or you can keep arguing and finally get us killed."

His eyes narrowed at her blatant finger pointing, his jaw tightening as the air thickened. "Why don't you just say what you mean, Kayla?"

If the use of her name, rather than a pet one, hadn't clued her in on his anger, the pure fire in his eyes would have. Not that it stopped her from speaking her mind.

"I think I'm being perfectly fucking clear, Negan. Your huge goddamn ego almost got us killed, again. Remember the first time we were on our own? I ended up almost raped then too because you had to take and take. You wouldn't listen then and you don't now because you think you're still King Shithead of Shitsville. So listen to me once in a goddam while. I used to live out here on my own. I sometimes know what the fuck I'm talking about. So please, for the love of Christ, get in the goddamn fucking car and shut your huge fucking mouth!"

Her chest was heaving by the time she completed her rant, her fists tight and back rigid. Negan slowly pushed himself up from the sofa and sauntered towards her. Dipping his head to speak into her ear, Negan rasped, "If I didn't have a hole in my side the size of Texas, I'd put you over my knee for speaking to me like that."

"Well, too fucking bad because that sounds more appealing than me babying your giant gangly ass." She huffed, brushing passed him, only to be caught by his large hand curling around her elbow. Yanking her backwards and into his chest, Kayla heard him grunt as she jolted his injury.

"Calm your tits, sweetheart." He growled, his hot breath on the shell of her ear. "You're lucky I'm hurting or I'd be real salty about this attitude you've developed."

"I'm not lucky you're hurting, jackass." She retorted, rolling eyes to his. "You're an even bigger pain in my ass now."

Laughing gruffly, Negan cupped her cheek and leaned down to kiss her firmly. Kayla sunk into the gesture, reveling in the taste and feel of his tongue sliding against hers.

"M'sorry I got us fucked sideways the other day." He murmured against her cheek as he kissed along her jaw, his words breathed against her skin. "I'll listen to your advice from now on."

"That's all I want. I know you know shit but so do I." She muttered with a sigh, her hands curling into his jacket.

"Alright. So where are we going?"

"We're getting out of West Virginia."

"And going where?"

"I was looking over the maps-."

"Without me?"

"You were sleeping."

"So do I get a choice or has Mommy Dearest decided?" Negan sneered, his mood flipping once again.

Rolling her eyes, Kayla replied, "Don't be a prick."

"Don't. Fucking call me a prick." He snapped, making Kayla flinch at the sharpness. "I fucking told you once, don't make me tell you again."

Clenching her teeth, Kayla stepped away and picked up both their duffle bags, leaving the room without another word. She was done speaking to and being yelled at by the overgrown child. Negan had been impossible since his injury and three days of being the only moving target had been far too long.

Tossing the bags with a growl into the trunk, she then tugged the garage door open manually. Finding a few corpses roaming in the driveway, she slid her machete out with an enthused smirk. She need to take her frustration out on something and the dead always worked well.

Shoving one with her boot, Kayla slammed her blade into its skull, ending it's lumbering. Spinning around she swung the weapon high enough to bury it through another corpses face, the giant thing crumpling to the side. Growling she released the grip as the bone caught against the blades edge making it too time consuming to remove. Yanking out her back up knife, she lunged at the last creature, shoving the pointy tip through the underside of its rotten jaw and ending its too long life. Tar-like blood gushed over her hand and sprayed her cheek, as she severed its brain stem. Kicking its knees out, she shoved it aside with a snarl, flicking the gore from her hand and knife blade.

Glancing behind her she found, Negan opening the passenger door to slide into the front seat. Her eyes widen at the sight of him actually taking another seat besides the driver's side.

"Well, get the lead out of your tight ass and get this fucking show on the road, dollface. Daylights wastin'."


They passed the border into Pennsylvania just as a storm broke overhead, thick clouds dropping rain and hail as though the end of times. Kayla pulled their vehicle into a barn while Negan shouted about damage to the paint from the hailstones.

Jumping from the car, Kayla peered outside and saw the sign of a large storm still heading their way.

"We need to find a cellar." She shouted at Negan, who was looking over the body of his precious car. "I think it's a tornado!"

"Jesus fucking Christ." He grumbled, looking towards the ominous looking clouds in the distance. "Think this place has one?"

"Most farms do, right?"

"What do I look like, Old Mc-Fucking-Donald? Fuck if I know."

Kayla snorted and looked at him, "I can almost picture you in overalls."

Smirking, Negan tipped his chin to the house. "Lets move our ass's to find out. Wait... shit."

"What?"

"What about the car?"

"What about it? You think you can bring it with?" Kayla asked, raising her voice as the winds picked up, rattling the barn doors.

"Goddamn it." He huffed, following her to the house as the clouds dumped heavy rain and hail. Bursting into the house, they found it blissfully empty and covered in dust. No one had been there in quite some time.

"Sit down." She ordered, going to the door to grab what belongings they had. Kayla had a terrible feeling a tornado was coming and the barn was far from sturdy, the wood planks swaying in the winds. The Impala may very well not be there after the storm passed.

"I'm not sitting down, while you run the fuck around getting yourself killed."

"Find the cellar then." She shouted as she yanked the door open, slamming it shut and running into the storm. She didn't bother trying to find cover with her clothes being soaked already. Hail pelted her face and back, as the winds whipped in all directions. The rain was almost horizontal, as a huge gust swept through, the sharp needling of drops making her flinch.

Reaching the barn, Kayla tumbled inside and slammed into the back of the Impala. Groaning at the sudden impact, she opened the trunk and began hauling any bag she could carry. With a backpack strapped to her and each arm carrying a duffle bag, she knew getting back to the house was going to be almost impossible. Peering out the door, she saw tree limbs shoot passed and debris flying through the air.

"Fuck." She growled moments before running as fast as she could to the farmhouse. She slipped on mud but regained her footing soon after, her boots sloshing through deepening puddles. Negan yanked the door open and grabbed her by the jacket, tugging her inside forcefully. He dragged her in as the wind shuddered the house, the windows rattling violently.

"Go! The cellar." He ordered, pushing her towards the cellar entrance in the kitchen. They both stumbled down the stairs, the bags thrown to the side as they barricaded the door with two wood slats. The wind howled outside, the house creaking and groaning as the storm magnified above them.

Huddling in a corner, surrounded by the river rock foundation and thick wood beams, they were as safe as they could be considering the violent conditions outside. Negan wrapped his arms around Kayla's shivering body, both flinching at the sound of windows being blown out and shattered.

"I love you." Kayla shouted over the frightening sounds tearing the world above them apart, her fingers clutching his leather jacket. Negan's hands woven into her hair tilted her face upwards, the man kissing her as though it were their last moments together. He panted onto her lips, while pressing his forehead to hers. "I love you."

A horrible crash happened and the sound of the wind grew louder. Kayla's wide eyes looked up as the floor above them shuddered with the huge gusts.

"House is gone." Negan shouted, his arms tightening around Kayla as he cupped her head to his chest. "Don't let go, baby. Don't fucking let go."

She wound her arms around his torso and clutched his jacket as boards began to pull up, sheets of rain suddenly falling into the basement.

"Oh my god." She gasped, her entire body shaking in fear as another gust violent tore a huge slab of flooring away. Water poured into the basement, hail ricocheting off the cement flooring and stone walls. Just as she thought they were going to be sucked straight up into the eye of the storm, it passed on, the winds slowly and rains turning to just heavy drops. Kayla panted heavily, her fingers numb from clawing at Negan's jacket. He wasn't in much better shape; his arms and legs surrounding her were bone crushingly tight.

"Are you okay?" He asked as she shook in his arms. "Kay, talk to me."

Her teeth chattered loudly as fear rattled her bones. "Y-y-yeah."

"Breath baby. Easy sweetheart." He rasped into her ear, his hands smoothing up and down her back. Digging her face into his chest she couldn't help but burst into tears. The last few days had been the most difficult and emotionally upsetting since Alexandria. The attack from the other group, Negan's injury and subsequent run for their lives, had been hard enough. Now they'd narrowly escaped death via natural disaster and Kayla couldn't stop the over flowing of emotions.

"I got ya." Negan murmured over and over, his mouth kissing her cold skin, while rocking her back and further. "You're safe, baby girl. I've got you."

Her sobs died down as exhaustion hit, driving for the entire day, after not sleeping much for the last three days, had worn her to the bone. Negan shifted his body in discomfort, alerting Kayla to his injury.

"Shit. I'm sorry." She muttered, moving away, while trying to check his wound.

"I'm fine but you need dry clothes."

Shivers racked her body, her temperature finally registering to her as the danger passed. Rain was still falling into the cellar with them but it was significantly lighter. Shuffling through debris, Kayla dug out the bag containing some clothing. She striped down and changed into thicker pants and a clean sweater. Rejoining Negan, she peeked at his injury finding it spotting more than before.

"Gotta be careful, you pulled at your stitches."

"I wasn't thinking about it while Mother Nature was kicking my balls into my throat." He rasped, raking wet hair from his face.

Chuckling, Kayla pulled out new clothing for him as well when she looked him over fully.

"Do we stay here?" She asked, as she helped him pull his shirt off.

"Got no idea if it'll head back or if there are more and it'll be dark as fuck in less than an hour."

"Yeah... do you think the barn made it?"

"Don't ask me. With our luck, I'm going to say there isn't a chance in hell."


Negan wouldn't admit it but watching a tornado rip the world apart around him, was one of the scariest moments of his life. He'd practically crushed Kayla to his body, while trying to keep her from being torn from his desperate hands. The wind and rain howled at deafening rates, the house above swept away into the stormy skies. Slowly the storm turned to light rain and eventually the night fell and grew silent. Kayla repaired his wound and helped him change into dry clothing before they both huddled away from the raining ceiling.

Negan couldn't help but hold her closer, as the sounds of the biters above echoed off the stone walls. Tucking his face into the back of her neck, he adjusted his hold, careful to not wake her. Kayla had broken down against his chest, her normal defensive walls falling under the pressure of the last few days. Negan's chest cracked open as she shuddered against him, heart-twisting sobs dampening his already soaked shirt. He was responsible for the turmoil and stress, his jackass decisions putting them both in danger. There wasn't any way he'd ever forgive himself for putting her in such a shit situation yet again.

Kissing the nape of her neck softly, he nuzzled his nose into her hair and closed his eyes. Inhaling deeply, Negan took in her comforting scent and tried to calm the unnerving sensation of fear from his body. It wasn't a sensation he enjoyed or tolerated for too long.

"Mornin' yet?" her hoarse voice warmed his the soft cotton of his shirt.

"Soon." Negan replied with as much gravel in his voice. Clearing his throat softly, he informed, "Hear some meatbags up there but not real close. We'll have to be careful when we go up."

"Yeah." Kayla murmured, pulling back to peer up at him from the shadows. "How's your side?"

"Fine." He assured, leaning down to couple his lips with hers chastely. "Thanks for taking care of me, doll."

"It's what I live for."

"That and giving incredible blow jobs."

"Obviously." She replied dryly, her lips twitching as he grinned down at her.

Laughing gruffly, Negan pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "Glad we aren't dead."

"Ditto."

"Once we're up there we gotta figure out what we're doin'." Negan grumbled, his hands smoothing up and down her back.

"Depends on the car's shape and what the roads are like. I don't even wanna think about how many trees are down. We should look for an ax or saw or something. We might need it."

Negan nodded, his chin digging into the crown of her head with the motion. "Good thinkin'."

"Sometime's I have good ideas."

"Don't get cocky." He teased, grunting as she elbowed him in his good side. "Easy on the goods, doll. I'm an injured man."

"Don't be a baby."

"Don't be a meanie."

Snorting, Kayla kissed the skin below his adam's apple and eventually whispered, "Thank you for taking care of me while I cried like a baby."

"It's what I live for." He repeated her words, kissing her temple softly.


"Cocking sucking, motherfucking, bitch." Negan sneered at the large patch of dirt that was once underneath the wood barn. He stood in the spot his girl had been parked and kicked the wet soil angrily. "Fucking bullshit." He grumbled under his breath before glancing at Kayla. She was standing next to their bags, her arms crossed as she watched him throw a tantrum.

"You done?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Stop busting my balls. I'm allowed to be pissed off." he grunted, looking around the landscape that was torn up and shredded by the tornado. Huge ruts were cut into the earth and trees ripped from the ground by the roots. The fields that once grew corn had been shorn of vegetation, leaving bare soil and debris from around the area. Parts of the home's roof was scattered across the large field, as well as furniture and tufts of pink insulation. Negan sighed, scrubbing his bearded face and tipped his chin towards the road. "Looks like we're hoofing it towards town."


"Can't I for once keep something I fucking like?" he complained a few minutes later as they walked down the dirt road towards the closest town.

Rolling her eyes, she drawled, "Oh so you don't have one thing right now you like?"

"Don't be a smartass, you know what I fucking mean." He retorted, climbing over a log lying across the dirt road. "And it wasn't just the choice fucking ride that cunt tornado took, my bat was in the damn trunk."

"I'll find you a new one."

"I don't want a fucking new one." He grumbled in irritation. "I want my bat."

"Well, I'm sorry Negan but shit happens." Kayla huffed, her narrowed eyes flicking to his. "We've got bigger things to worry about than your stupid bat."

"Excuse the fuck out of me for being pissed off."

"Jesus Christ. Stop being a big baby."

"Fuck you."

"No fuck you." She sneered back before bursting into laughter. Negan's lips twitched as she cackled next to him, the woman flipping his mood instantly.

"Crazy woman." He grunted, yanking her by the wrist towards him. "Losing your damn mind."

"No, you're driving me fucking insane."

Standing on her tiptoes, Kayla kissed him firmly, her fingers pulling at his shirt Negan grabbed her waist tightly and backed her into a cement guardrail, his hips rolling into hers. Moaning into her mouth, Negan slid his hands into her hair and held her firmly, while grinding against her.

"Fuck." He hissed as her hands tugged at his belt before sinking into his pants. "Kay, what're you doing? We're out in the open"

"No one's around and I'm going to put you in a better goddamn mood." She murmured with a smirk, her hand tightening around his dick while jerking him off. Negan's eyes fell shut with a groan, her hand working him over smoothly and swiftly.

"Fuck, doll." He grunted, his hand curling around her neck to tilt her face up. "Fells fucking awesome."

"You like that baby?" She breathed, her eyes darkening as he licked his lips. "Gonna cum in my hand?"

"Fuck yes." He grumbled, his hips rolling into her fist. "Rather your mouth."

"Wanna fuck my mouth?"

"Yes." He hissed through clenched teeth, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. "Suck me, baby."

Dropping to her knees, Kayla tugged his pants open and swallowed him down without a moment of hesitation. Negan groaned loudly before biting his bottom lip to keep from alerting nearby dead. Peeling his eyes open, he watched his wife's head bob on his dick, her eyes flicking up to his. His abdomen clenched when she moaned around his hot flesh, his stomach wound screaming at the tension. Negan couldn't find it in himself to stop however, as she swallowed around his cock given him the most delicious suction. Nothing could stop him from fucking her mouth on the side of the road.

"Jesus." He grunted as she began stroking the base of his dick with her hand, while tonguing every inch. "I can't-.."

The wanton moan she released around his hard on caused him to spill down her throat with no control. His hands curled into her hair and his hips stuttered into her face, his hips rutting into her willing maw.

Gasping towards the sky as his head tilted back, Negan groaned and panted while she sucked him of every dropped. Rolling his head back down, he watched his dick slid from her smirking mouth. Her lips were swollen and pink, the flesh wet with saliva and spilled cum.

"Fucking beautiful with cum on your lips." He rasped, with a dry chuckle, scrubbing his face roughly as his body still shuddered.

Kayla rolled her eyes and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, rising to her feet with a groan.

"You okay?" he rasped, smoothing the hair down he'd ruffled.

"Concrete under knees doesn't feel great." She commented, taking a swig of water before offering it to him. Negan gulped it down, wetting his dry panting mouth, while watching his wife pick up her backpack.

"Haven't taken care of you." He murmured, attempting to pull her closer. Kayla shook her head and smiled, "I'm fine. I just wanted to get you to stop bitching for a few minutes."

Negan smirked at her and pulled her into his chest, his hand cupping her face. "You don't want me to fingerblast that tight pussy?"

Snorting at his vulgarity, Kayla smacked his chest and tipped her chin towards the long road ahead of them. "We should keep moving. I'll take you up on it later when we find shelter."

"Your call but I am willing to stir your batter right here, right now, dollface."

"Noted." She replied dryly, extracting herself from his grip. "Now let's go."


Kayla glanced at Negan who stood in front of the disconcerting sight before them, his eyes angry and mouth frowned. A large ditch along the side of the road had collected tons of debris from the storm that raged through the area the day before. There were numerous pieces of drywall and broken wood planks. The mud was thick with clothing and furniture, shards of broken windows, as well as tree limbs and shrubbery. The most upsetting sight was the shiny black paint peeking out below a giant slab of rooftop; the Impala buried underneath asphalt roof tiles and jagged wood beams.

"Goddamn-fucking-damnit. That's just fucking cruel." Negan huffed, moving forward to climb into the ditch. Kayla grabbed his wrist and asked, "What're you doing? Don't go down there."

"I want my bat." He huffed, yanking his arm from her grip. Sighing in frustration, Kayla removed her backpack and ordered, "Stay here."

"I can go down there."

"No you can't. Not with your side." She supplied, slowly making her way down the steep incline going diagonally. Her boots sunk in the wet mud making squelching sounds as she extracted them with every step. When she reached the bottom she climbed over broken planks of wood and crunched jagged glass. She arrived at the buried car, pulling a tree limb from the back to unveil the once pristine vehicle, which now lay upside down in the sticky mud. Glancing over her shoulder, Kayla found Negan scowling deeply at the sight, his brows furrowed and eyes dark. She could tell he had been holding out hope the damn thing was sitting down there with no damage just waiting to be rescued miraculously.

Pulling the keys from her pocket, where they stayed from the night before, Kayla stretched her arm out to reach the trunk lock. Turning it, the mechanism caught but after a firm yank, popped open. The remaining contents spilled from the car, as well as a rush of dirty water. Groaning as it splattered her, Kayla began shifting through the debris to find anything useful. The bat was stuck in the side of the trunk space, its handle only visible. Tugging it from its spot, Kayla tucked in the back of her belt while she gathered whatever else was left undamaged. She was extracting herself from the thick foliage and shredded building material when something grabbed her ankle with surprising strength. A deep guttural groan escaped the mud below as she uncovered a biter from the debris. Its face was rotten and pulling from the bone, as it extracted itself from the thick mud to chew on the closest meal.

"Shit." She grunted, tugging her boot violently as the thing snapped its teeth at her calf. Struggling to keep her balance in the mess of garbage below her, she watched in horror as its yellowing teeth clacked close to the thick canvas pants covering her leg.

"Kayla!" Negan shouted above her, the man too far to help her.

"Fucker." Kayla growled tugging her knife from its sheath. While almost falling on her ass, she buried it in its face. Panting heavily as her heart raced, Kayla trudged her way up the steep incline, her eyes anxiously scanning the ground for more dangerous rotting corpses trapped in the heavy mud.

"Are you okay?" he asked frantically, his hands pulling her from the last few feet of the climb.

"Yeah." She grunted, shaking off the blood and mud from her hands. "Fucker just surprised me."

"Jesus Christ." Negan grunted, wiping sweat from his brow. "I would feel like such an asshole if you got bit getting my fucking bat for me."

"Yeah, I think I would probably kicked your ass before I kicked the bucket." She joked, pulling the bat from her belt and stretching it out towards him. "Here you go, princess."

Glaring at her, Negan pulled her close by the weapon and kissed her desperately. "Don't scare me like that again."

"Don't worry about it. Next time I'll tell you to get your own goddamn bat." She deadpanned, her eyes twinkling as he scowled. "Come on. We've got shit we need to do."

"Don't call me princess." He grumbled as they walked down the stretch of dirt road, his hand reaching out to take hers. Kayla smirked as he wove his fingers between hers and tugged her closer. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Negan held her into his side and kissed her temple. "Let's find us a ride and a place for the night. I believe I owe you a good tongue lashing later."

"As you wish, princess."


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