It was a warm, hazy summer evening when Negan, grinning widely to himself, strolled in through the open gates of Alexandria.
"Oh Rick," he uttered in a cheerful voice, lifting his arms out wide, looking skyward. "Would you just look at this goddamn weather. Makes me wanna crack open a few cold ones, and throw a couple of steaks on the grill."
Negan glanced over to where the bearded Rick was stood, staring back at him with narrowed eyes, at this moment surrounded by his men who all looked pretty much as fucking defensive as he did.
"You're a week early," growled Rick back, shifting his weight from foot-to-foot, obviously uncomfortable with Negan's, and the army of Saviours that came behind him, presence here.
Ok, even Negan had to admit that this was a pretty impromptu visit, even by his standards.
But today had been the last straw for him.
The dark-haired Saviour had spent the last few weeks, brooding around the looming factory he called home, growing ever more irritable at both his men, and the life he led there, as the days passed him by.
But that wasn't because he missed her, of course.
No. Negan had his wives. He had his followers. And there was no way he was letting down his guard enough to admit to anyone, that the only person he cared for had walked out on him, to come and live here.
But it was only this morning, as Negan beat the holy-hell out of one of his more faithful men with his barbed-wire covered baseball bat, that he had caught Simon's eye.
His usually supportive, right-hand man, looking slightly unsure and a little wary of Negan's actions.
And it was then, as the leader of the Saviours, black eyed and furious, had realised what he was doing, taking out his bad-temper and his frustration on those around him. And so he had breathed, run a hand down his bearded chin, before approaching his moustachioed friend.
He had marched up, standing level to Simon's shoulder, and huffed. "I'm thinkin' of takin' a little visit to see Rick and his gang of pricks. That sound like a good idea to you, Si?"
And Simon had just stared back at his commander, nodding, a twinkle of something in his eye, that told he Negan he knew exactly why he wanted to go back there. But he did not let on.
"Sounds like a great idea, boss," he had replied, with a knowing nod. And that had been that.
Two hours later they were on the road, with three large trucks and about twenty burly-looking men and women, upon Negan's command.
The dark-haired Saviour, gazed about confidently. He was now, in a far better mood than he had been earlier today, standing here now in the small sub-urban settlement.
His chocolate eyes flickered back over towards Rick, who was still stood there, resentment on his face.
"Who said that this wasn't just a social call, Rick?" said Negan swivelling around on the spot, turning on his heel abruptly and pointing Lucille at the man at his side. "Maybe I missed you and I wanted to come and visit, huh?"
But Rick just stared back at Negan, looking as insolent as ever, his lips curled up into a snarl.
"If it's guns you're lookin' for," said Rick staring Negan out for a second or two before lowering his eyes and shaking his head. "You took the last of them from us. We don't have any. You can check if you don't believe me-"
But Negan, his eyes widening with glee, hurriedly closed the gap between himself and Rick intimidatingly.
"Oh we fuckin' will check, Rick," he said in a hushed threatening tone, leaning into the brown-haired man, pressing his face close to his. "In fact…Arat-"
Negan stood up straight, leaning back slightly, as his eyes drifted back over his shoulder, towards the large group of his own people, stood just a little way further back, near to the trucks obediently.
Arat, as soldier-like as ever, stepped immediately forward, her chin raised.
"Take some men and go check these good-people's stores….check to see if they've got anythin' we might be in need of," Negan continued to the curly-haired woman commandingly. And Arat almost at once complied, heading off with a group of five or six men. as Rick and the large group of people who had appeared now behind him, looked on hopelessly.
That is what Negan liked to see, Rick the Prick at a loss. If he was honest, that alone cheered him up.
But pissing off Rick wasn't quite the reason he had decided to make the journey here today.
Negan's dark eyes searched the crowd of people, looking amongst the faces for one in particular he wanted to see.
A light that always seemed to shine through the darkness that was his life.
But the dark-haired Saviour pressed his tongue to his teeth, not managing to spot her standing there in amongst the crowd of idiots that had gathered there.
But Negan, smiling to himself, changed tac slightly, suddenly swinging Lucille from his arm and strolling along past Rick, casually.
"You know in all the times I've been here," he said in a conversational tone, to the brown-haired man. "I have never taken a proper tour of this place. I mean Carl showed me around a little bit, but I have got a feelin', there is so much more to this little paradise of yours, Rick!"
Bringing Lucille up and onto his shoulder, Negan marched on down one of the long streets, lined with large white houses on either side.
He, of course, noticed Rick, look a little uneasy and follow him, shoulders hunched and head bowed.
"There's really nothin' to see-" he began, shuffling along after the tall and imposing Negan.
But Negan just glanced at him out of the corner of eye, strolling down the winding pathway, between the houses, large enough to fit a parked car on either side, cutting across him hurriedly, with a gloved finger raised to his face rudely.
"Oh I think there most definitely will be," said Negan beaming, as the warm evening sunshine above him, beat down onto his leather-clad shoulders.
For Negan knew that there was certainly something here he wanted.
He whistled a tune easily, as his boots chinked along the concrete below his feet.
He knew that now, most of his men had likely spread out behind him, watching Rick's people like hawks in case any of them decided to try anything.
They could keep a look out, and watch his back while Negan left himself to more pressing fucking matters.
Negan's eyes were instead, trained on the houses up ahead, as he rounded a wide bend.
And it was then, and only then, did he spot exactly what he was looking for. Stopping suddenly in his tracks. A wide smile flickering its way onto his lips.
For there she was, looking as hot as ever, wearing a sexy little summer dress, that somehow made Negan's heart beat just that little bit faster.
Blake.
Standing there at the top of a pretty-little porch, her arms folded across her chest, staring down at him, looking slightly bemused.
Negan opened his mouth, still grinning and blinking hard at her.
And it was then, without a second thought, and despite all that had happened between them, did he feel himself slipping into that same old routine of theirs…that teasing, goading relationship they had once shared, that Negan had loved every minute of.
The woman who could challenge him, snap back at him, and act all high and mighty when she really wanted to.
That was after all who he had really come here for.
Not for Rick.
Not for guns.
But to play with her, and only her.
"You miss me, Peaches?" Negan finally called up to her, poking his tongue out through his teeth.
And it was only a second later, that after a brief roll of her eyes, Bake tilted her head to the side and shot him a coy flicker of a smile.
Fuck, he was smitten. She was tanned and beautiful, with wide curvy hips, great titties, and that smile. That fucking smile.
"Why?" she said in that honey-like voice, that Negan had longed to hear for oh-so many weeks now. "You been missing me?"
Negan gave an immediate chuckle at this response, bouncing happily on the balls of his feet.
"Oh, every-fuckin'-day, sweetheart," he said in return, with a short groan of approval.
And with that, Negan lowered his chin, glancing momentarily over to Rick, who was staring wide-eyed up at Blake. A look of disbelief crossing the brown-haired man's features right at this second.
She obviously hadn't let on a thing about the pair of them, and Negan couldn't help but thoroughly enjoy the range of emotions that were passing over Rick's' face at this very moment.
Frustration, anger, disappointment, incredulity, loss…it was all there…and all down to one naughty girl, who was standing just a few feet away from him now.
Just where Negan had longed for her to be for so so many endless days.
Negan's eyes twinkled as he turned back up towards her, standing there like a vision in black and white…with long caramel hair drifting back over her shoulders in the warm evening breeze.
She looked more gorgeous now that he had ever seen her, and Negan couldn't help but give a growl of want, as his chocolate eyes met with hers.
"So," he said eventually, licking at his bottom lip excruciatingly slowly, making sure she saw it. "You gonna invite me in, Peaches? Or are you gonna leave me waitin' out here on your fuckin' doorstep all evenin'?"
And for a moment he saw a flicker of a smirk, dance over Blake's pink lips, as she stared back at him, before she raised an eyebrow in his direction, cocking her head back towards the doorway behind her.
She didn't say a word, but Negan could read her easily, as she turned on her heel and headed back inside…leaving the door open for him to follow.
….and it was only a second or two, before Negan, shooting the glaring Rick, one last goading smirk, followed her slowly up the steps…
…heading silently inside the large white looming house and shutting the front door behind him with a small snap…
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