"Fuck, fucking, fuckers!"
Rachel stops browsing the books in Negan's room, and heads to the parlour.
"What's wrong?" She asks, making her way over to him.
Negan rubs at his temples with one hand, holding a radio in his other. "We just lost more men, damn it!" He yells, his eyes ablaze with anger.
Rachel places her hands on his shoulders. "Come on, let's get you a drink," she says, leading him to the bedroom.
Negan drops down on the sofa, as Rachel grabs two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. She sits beside him, and offers him a glass.
"Thanks," he says, taking the glass from her. He swirls the glass in his hand, before taking a long drink of it.
"What happened?" Rachel asks, taking a sip from her glass.
"You know Dwight radioed this morning, right?" Negan asks, his eyes not leaving his glass.
"Yeah, he saw some of them leaving Alexandria, said it was the perfect opportunity to..," Rachel struggles to finish the rest.
Negan turns to her and smiles thoughtfully. He runs his hand through her hair, then continues looking at his glass. "To do what needed to be done. Take one of them out, and start from there. Apparently though, Dwight got a woman with his arrows, right through the fucking eye, can you believe that?"
"A woman?" Rachel's face drops.
"He swears he wasn't aiming for her, and i can believe it, he still hasn't gotten the hang of using that damn crossbow. He won't get to either, they took it from him. Dwight had one of their men hostage, and this guy, takes a fucking chunk out of Dwight's dick!" Negan smiles a little.
"Seriously?" Rachel asks, eyes wide.
"Well, i'm not sure that he took a chunk out of it. But he fucking clamped down on it pretty fucking hard, apparently. And then, that fucking ginger turned up! Fuck!" Negan clenches his fist, and takes another sip of whiskey. "There was a gunfight, and our men had to retreat. Not before we fucking lost some though."
"What are you going to do?" Rachel asks.
"We tried the easy way. Now, they're gonna have to learn the hard way. Next time they go out, they're screwed. I'm setting up men as we speak, on every damn road out of there. I'm gonna lead them, right where i want them. And then.. well, you know the rest," Negan says.
"You think they'll leave? After an attack?" Rachel frowns.
"I most certainly fucking do. Those motherfuckers are way too big for their boots. They think they own this fucking world. I'm gonna teach them otherwise," he smiles.
"Dwight said there are children there," Rachel says.
"Come on, Rachel. I'm not gonna hurt any kids, what the fuck do you take me for?"
"I didn't mean it like that, you know i didn't. I know they deserve to lose people, especially after everything they've done to us. Doesn't mean i have to like it though," she points out.
"I know, baby," Negan sits forward, resting his hand on her knee. "But, it has to be done. You know that. We're gonna wait. Hopefully, we'll be able to capture a good sized group of them. I want to draw their leader out. Dwight's seen him, and he'll radio through the moment he sees that fucker leave. That's when we make our move."
Rachel sips her whiskey. "What's his name? Their leader?"
"I don't know. Probably a good idea to find out before shit goes down, don't wanna look fucking stupid when i turn up there," Negan chuckles.
"How do you even know he's the leader then?"
"Come on, Rachel. You telling me you can't spot a leader a mile off?" Negan asks.
Rachel thinks back to the first time she met Negan, and the governor, and Rick. "Alright, i see your point," she smiles.
"My men have been watching them from a distance, long enough to know for sure," he assures her. He downs the rest of his drink, and holds his glass out.
Rachel tops it up for him. She takes her time with her own drink, the memory of the last time she got drunk, still fresh in her mind. "You hungry?"
"No, not really," Negan says, sipping his drink.
"Have you eaten today?" Rachel frowns.
"No, but like i said, i'm not fucking hungry," Negan says sarcastically.
"You shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach, i'm going to go and get you something," Rachel stands up, placing her glass on the table.
"Did you not just hear me? Am i talking in fucking code or some shit?" Negan raises an eyebrow questioningly.
"You can't very well be a big badass leader, if you're bloody pants are falling down every five seconds. There's nothing to you as it is, you can't afford to miss a meal. So, i'm going to go and get you something, and you're going to do as you're told for a change, and eat what i put in front of you," Rachel orders, trying not to smile.
Negan's eyes go dark with lust. "Fuck! How about you put that fucking pussy in front of me. I'll eat that, all, fucking, day," Negan licks his lips.
"Maybe later," Rachel smiles. She takes the bottle from the table. "No more of this, you need to stay focused, okay."
"As you fucking wish, baby," Negan smiles.
The main floor is eerily empty, what with Negan's men out on the roads. Rachel makes her way to the kitchens, grabbing a tray and two bowls. She ladels stew into each, and grabs four small rolls of bread. Rachel opens the refrigerator. "Dan. These cakes aren't promised to anyone are they?" She shouts.
"No, they're anyone's. Well, anyone who earns them, that is," he replies.
"Okay, i'm gonna take three," Rachel says, grabbing them and placing them on her tray.
Rachel walks through the main floor, resting the tray down on a table. She takes a roll of bread, and one of the cakes. "Julia," she whispers.
A heavily pregnant woman looks up at her from her bed.
Rachel holds out the cake and bread.
"I can't, i haven't earned it," Julia says, shaking her head.
"No, i earned it, okay. I know what it's like to get chocolate cra.." Rachel stops herself. "Look, just take it. It's not like i'm offering you my kidney," Rachel smiles.
Julia takes them from her. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Rachel smiles, picking up the tray and heading up the steps.
Rachel sets the tray down on the coffee table.
Negan's face lights up at the sight of chocolate cake. He reaches out to grab it, and Rachel slaps his hand. "Ow! What the fuck?" Negan frowns.
"Stew first," Rachel says firmly.
"Well you're no fun," Negan pouts.
Rachel sits beside him, resting the bowl on her lap. Negan does the same, mirroring her.
"You know, you're starting to remind me of my mother," Negan says through a mouthful of bread.
Rachel turns to him, raising an eyebrow. "Am i to take that as an insult, or a compliment?"
Negan smiles. "My mother was fucking awesome! It's a compliment, sweetheart. Although, she knew how to put me in my damn place. Fuck if i'd ever cross her."
Rachel laughs lightly.
"What?" Negan asks, turning to her.
"Nothing.. it's just.. you, having a mother. I always imagined you were hatched or something," Rachel jokes.
Negan throws her a hurt look. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Did i upset you just now? Would you like a hug?" Rachel teases.
"Shut the fuck up," Negan smirks.
"You never talked about.. before, i'm just surprised, that's all," Rachel says.
Negan continues eating his stew. "Well, i'm like you, don't see the point in looking backwards."
"So were you a mummy's boy?" Rachel smiles.
Negan turns to her, a grin on his face. "Yes, i was actually. I ain't ashamed to say it. My father fucked off the second i was born, so she raised me on her own. Just me and her."
"You never met him?" Rachel asks.
"Nope. And i never fucking wanted to either. In fact, that fucking asshole is lucky we never crossed paths, because it wouldn't have ended well," Negan says coldly.
Rachel stares at him, her heart practically melting. "Sounds like you were better off without him. And your mum sounds like she was awesome. You're lucky to have had her."
Negan turns to Rachel, watching her eat. "Since we're getting all fucking nostalgic, why don't you share?"
"Really?" Rachel frowns, chewing on a piece of meat.
"Really." Negan smiles. "Come on, what were your family like?"
Rachel sighs. "They.. weren't very nice. In fact, they were awful."
"They, didn't hurt you, did they?" He asks, his face dropping.
"Sometimes. But, i got taken away from them when i was twelve. And i turned out okay, so don't go feeling sorry for me," she insists.
Negan stares at her thoughtfully. "The thought never crossed my mind."
"Good. Now eat your food," she smiles.
"Fuck! That was good," Negan lays back on the sofa, rubbing his stomach contently. He watches Rachel grab the tray from the table. "What are you doing?"
"Taking this back to the kitchen."
"Fuck that. I'll get some fucker else to do it later. You come sit here with me," he smiles, holding out his hand.
Rachel takes his hand, and he pulls her down beside him, draping his arm over her shoulders. She rests her head against his chest, wrapping her arm around his waist.
"That, was the best thing i've ever fucking eaten!" Negan smiles.
"I thought you said i was the best thing you'd ever eaten?" Rachel teases.
"Fuck! You really are a dirty girl, aren't you," he smirks. Negan places his hand under her chin, tilting her face up to his. He kisses her softly. "You're right though. You are, the best, fucking, thing, i've ever tasted!" Negan runs his hand through her hair, his tongue colliding with hers. He pulls her onto his lap, running his hands over her thighs.
"Take me to bed," Rachel moans against his mouth.
Negan smirks. He cups his hands over her ass, and carries her over to the bed.
Negan and Rachel sleep soundly. The sun had long since risen over the sanctuary, and it was once again, eerily quite.
Negan snores lightly. That is, until a knock awakes him.
"The fuck?" He mumbles, his head leaving his pillow momentarily.
The knock comes once again, more urgent this time.
"Fuck sake! Hang on a damn minute!" Negan shouts.
Rachel stirs beside him. "Who is it?"
"Fuck knows," Negan frowns, getting out of bed. He pulls on a pair of boxers, and looks around for his pants. "You seen my pants?"
Rachel points to the floor on her side of the bed. "There."
Negan quickly pulls them on, and answers the door. "What is it?"
"We've got them," John says.
Negan's eyes widen. "You're shitting me?"
"No, sir. We captured four of their people, and, their leader just left with a group of six," John confirms.
Negan nods, grinning from ear to ear. "Make sure everyone's where they're supposed to be. I'll be down in about twenty minutes."
"Yes, boss." John says, heading off.
"What did he want?" Rachel asks, still half asleep.
"It's happening, today," he says, sitting on the bed beside her.
"Their leader left Alexandria?"
"Yep. Apparently, he left with six other people. And, we've already captured another four," he smiles.
"You're going to stick with the plan, right? Just one?" Rachel asks.
"Yes, i will. That's if they don't do anything stupid. Fuck! I hope that ginger fuck's there!" Negan stares off into the distance, his eyes dark. He turns to her, running his hand through her hair. "Do you want to be there?"
Rachel stares at him. "No," she shakes her head. "Unless you need me there?"
Negan smiles. "I won't make you go. I know how you feel about it. I'm not sure how long this is going to take though. I might not be back till tomorrow."
"Just, be careful. These guys keep surprising us," Rachel strokes his cheek. "Make sure you come back."
"Don't you worry about me, baby. I'll be back before you fucking know it. And, i'll finally have those sorry pricks in line," Negan smiles, kissing her forehead.