At least forty-five minutes of more wine and I've nevers had passed, with Blake and the other women descending into shrieks of crying laughter at some of the answers given….getting more and more tipsy as the minutes ticked by.

Blake hadn't had this much carefree fun in a long time, safe inside this room on the fourth floor of the Sanctuary.

But having had at least five glasses of wine (at her last count!), Blake felt more than a little drunk to say the least. It had gone down much better than expected, and the vinegary alcohol seemed to somehow taste better and better with each sip taken.

"Ok, Ok," said Tanya, as Michelle slapped at a cushion, laughing so much at the last answer, tears were still pouring down her cheeks. "I've got one."

She took a deep breath of air, composing herself as all the women suddenly blew out air, bursting into fits of giggles once again.

"Shhhhh," said Tanya, lifting her hand and hushing them as she spoke with elongated syllables. "Listen, listen…..I've never….hooked up with a younger guy."

No-one but Michelle drank this time, as everyone gaped at her.

"How young?" asked Blake with an incredulous laugh, feeling now oh-so comfortable and at home with these women. It was almost as though she had known them her entire life.

Michelle gave an easy shrug, playing it cool. "I was twenty eight and he was….nineteen."

"Nineteen?" shrieked Layla beside her, laughing.

"Oh my god, he was so hot though," murmured Michelle, taking another long sip. "Mmmhmmm."

All of the girls giggled at this again, cracking up completely at the tone of Michelle's voice…

….. just as the large double doors to the room were suddenly pushed open, and a tall, looming, and very recognisable figure, strolled casually into the room.

A sudden hush fell over the space, the smiles suddenly dropping from everyone's faces, bar Blake's, as they all looked up at him.

Negan.

Standing there with a wide, simpering grin plastered across his long, tanned face. His red scarf was now gone, but his barbed-wire covered baseball bat swung carelessly from his hand as always.

"Wives," came his low drawl of a voice, as the tall-dark-haired Saviour gazed lazily around the room at the women, who seemed to bristle at his voice, peering up at him nervously.

But it seemed that, right now, Negan only had eyes for one person…..his dark eyes finally landing on her.

"An' Peaches," he continued, wrinkling his nose and arching his back slightly as he spoke. "Now what are the chances of findin' you here, huh?"

Blake narrowed her eyes in his direction, taking a sip from her glass of wine, shrugging.

Even from here, she felt woozy, finding Negan pretty hard to focus on right now.

"Why? You miss me?" she bit back after a moment or two, repeating his own words back to him.

Negan's grin seemed to widen, showing off his line of straight white teeth, looking surprisingly impressed by her comeback as he eyed her.

"Oh, always, Darlin',"he said cocking his head at her, before tutting. "But you ain't supposed to be here. This is a place for my wives onl,y and since you've protested so much about bein' one of them, I guess you don't get to enjoy their company either."

At this Blake couldn't help but smile back at his challenge, her un-focused green eyes meeting with his.

Even in her highly drunken state, she was more than willing to enjoy her's and Negan's usual fun and games.

But it was another second or two before she finally let out a long faux-sigh, as the previously-jovial women all around her remained silent.

"So you gonna make me leave?" she said tutting at him, and placing her glass down onto the small wooden coffee table in front of her, eyeing him goadingly. "Is that it?"

But Negan just shook his head, that grin still lingeringly heavily on his lips.

"Oh if I have to throw you over my fuckin' shoulder, Peaches, I will," he uttered with a husky growl.

Blake smiled, her green eyes on his.

"Oh you'd love that…" she replied, biting at her lip teasingly, before finally getting to her feet, sighing. "You know what…fine. I'll go."

She picked up her glass once again, draining the last bit of red wine from it, as the women around her gave a small giggle, looking at her.

"Bye ladies," she uttered in a slow, mock-upset voice, pouting, before placing down her glass once more and stumbling away from the couches, as another titter flooded over the room.

She reached walked in as much of straight line as she could manage over to Negan and shot him a look, arching her eyebrow in his direction.

"So, you gonna safely escort me back to my room then…..lover boy," she uttered, patting Negan on the shoulder lightly, knowing full-well that she was probably walking on thin-ice talking to Negan like this, in front of his wives too. But in her inebriated state, Balke didn't really seem to care.

But Negan just grinned, placing a hand to the small of her back, and leading her out of the room without another word, until the doors behind him were shut.

Not even saying goodbye to his wives in the room behind him.

Out here in the corridor, now all alone, Blake half expected him to use Lucille on her for being so insubordinate, but again he didn't, merely slipping his free arm further around her waist as she walked on unsteady feet down the long hallway.

"Fuck me, Sweetheart," he said after a long moment or two of silence. "I leave you alone for a couple of hours an' you get yourself wasted!"

Blake frowned, pressing herself further into the dark-haired man, more to steady herself that anything….that's all it was of course…innocent steadying…

"I'm not that drunk," she said pursing her lips slightly, as she tried to focus on the strangely winding corridor ahead of her.

Did hallways here always look like this?

"I was just having some fun is all," she muttered in reply, raising her eyebrow up towards him. "Is that a crime?"

Negan at her side, gave a sudden low chuckle. "Not at all, Doll-face," he said in a smart tone. "But since Sherry left, I think those ladies are lookin' for someone else to make their queen-bee around here. An' hell, you darlin', seem to fit that bill so fuckin'' nicely."

Blake threw Negan an irritable look, as they headed around the corner, Blake stumbling slightly as she went.

"So have I just replaced Sherry then, is that what you're saying?" she uttered, giving a small huff, thinking that Negan wouldn't notice. But of course, the bearded Saviour was quicker than she gave him credit for.

"You jealous, Peaches?" Negan instantly asked her, raising his dark eyebrows fiendishly.

Yes.

She definitely was jealous right now. Her stomach jolting the moment Sherry's name was mentioned.

"No," Blake lied quickly her speech slurred, giving a deep scowl. "Of what? One of your wives? I've seen how much they hate you, Negan."

She tutted again, as Negan grinned, suddenly letting his hand slip from her waist and rounding on her instead, in the dim light of the corridor.

"That mean you don't?" he said leaning into her suddenly, poking his tongue out from between his teeth, as they both stopped in their tracks.

Blake could, right now, feel his warm breath trickling over her slender neck, smell that musky scent of his, that made her heart pound that little bit faster in her chest as she breathed it in.

But she didn't reply to him….merely gazing up into his chocolate eyes, blinking slowly, as everything around them disappeared.

Blake felt a heat rising in her…a welcome warmth spreading through her body, as his hand danced over her waistline easily…

But she suddenly shook herself…frowning….

She took a step away from him, jabbing a finger into Negan's leather and t-shirt covered chest.

"Nuh-uh, no way," she mutteredm frowning at him tipsily. "I know what you're doing. Just because I'm drunk, doesn't mean you can just…."

She paused, searching for the words and waving a hand in the air as she did so.

"…woo me!" she finished, almost stamping her foot in irritation.

But Negan gave a wide smile, chuckling and pulling back from her slightly.

"It was worth a try," he said with an easy shrug, re-adjusting his grip on Lucille in his other, gloved hand.

But having Negan give up so easily was not really what drunken Blake had wanted to hear. Although if she was sober, it was likely she would have realised that this was still all part of their cat and mouse game they both liked to play with one another. And that Negan knew just how much, him backing off, would rile her up right now.

"I'm never gonna be one of your wives, y'know," she said in a quiet, pouting voice, blinking up at him moodily, as they stood there facing one another, in the gloomy, silent hallway, that led down to the third floor.

But Negan just smiled that irritating smile of his, giving her a knowing look, and taking another step into her, possessively.

"An' what makes you think that I want you to be one of my wives, Peaches?" he said in a slow sort of voice, that sent shivers down Blake's spine.

She breathed hard, looking up into his brown eyes and parting her lips slowly, suddenly reaching up and pressing a hand lightly to Negan's chest.

And with that Blake stood on her tip-toes, despite her tallness, and leaned her mouth in towards the dark-haired Saviour's ear.

"I know that you want me, Negan," she said, in a mere ache of a voice, before slowly pulling back from him once again.

Blake batted her long eyelashes up towards him, as Negan went suddenly quiet, his smile having disappeared, and his mouth now fixed into a straight line, as he stared back at her.

But Blake just shook her head, widening her eyes slightly.

"But I'm not the kind of girl who wants to take it in turns with other women," she muttered, her fingers curling around the fabric of the white t-shirt that covered his taught chest. She bit at her lip excruciatingly slowly as she looked up at him. "If I want to fuck, I don't want to have to wait my turn."

She gave another shake of her head, pouting slightly.

Negan suddenly let out a low audible growl at this, tensing his jaw slightly, his eyes on her and only her right now. Looking very much as though he had not expected those words to come pouring from Blake's mouth tonight.

And even in her inebriated state, Blake was fully aware about how much tension had filled the corridor around them right now.

It was if they were the only two people that existed in the world. The only two people that mattered.

But Blake couldn't do this….could she?

Finally realising just what was happening between the pair of them, Negan looking ready to pounce.

She needed to pull herself together.

Blake suddenly gave a cough, tearing her eyes away from his, and letting her hand drop from his chest.

She threw him one last taunting smile, as she moved away from him, strutting off down the corridor ahead.

At this, Negan titled is head to the side as he watched her go, a sudden wide grin forming on his face.

Their game had just got waaay more interesting all of a sudden.

And with that, Negan began to follow her, catching up with her tipsy, stumbling form almost immediately, with long-legged strides, his black biker boots chinking as he went.

And it wasn't a moment later that the tall, bearded, charming Saviour, looked her way, as he fell into step with her finally.

"Oh, that soft-spot I've got for you is rapidly becomin' a hard spot, Doll-face," he uttered in a husky drawl, leaning into her slightly as he spoke.

But Blake just threw him a laughing look, swaying slightly as she surveyed him from the side.

"You are the most annoying man I've ever met, you know that?" she murmured slurring her words slightly as she spoke, with a smirk dancing its way across her pink lips. "But if you'll excuse me-"

Blake moved suddenly away from Negan, over to a small corner of the hallway, that looked particularly comfortable.

"-I am just going to lie down here and have a nap," she finished in a firm voice, giving a nod, and making to lean forwards to get down on all fours onto the floor.

At this minute, Blake was far to pre-occupied with the weird way the floor seemed to be all wobbly and moving beneath her, to notice Negan give a low chuckle and a huge roll of his eyes.

He stepped forwards gritting his straight line of teeth together lightly, before suddenly, without a word, grasping Blake around the middle.

She frowned dismissively, pursing her lips.

"No….wait…what're you-" she began….

But before she could do a thing to stop him, Negan had thrown her swiftly over his shoulder, as earlier promised.

Blake gave a loud screaming laugh, before she could help herself.

"Wait…" she said in a tipsy, faux-voice of giggling urgency. "Wait…Negan…"

But the tall, dark-haired Saviour just ignored her, merely grinning that cocky wide grin of his, one hand resting easily on her ass as he began to walk, as Blake shrieked with more peels of laughter.

Almost immediately, Simon, Dwight, and a tall black Saviour Blake didn't recognise, all brandishing guns, all skidded around the corner ahead of them looking bewildered and wide-eyed, obviously searching for the source of all the commotion.

But Negan just carried on grinning, strolling casually past them, Blake still over his shoulder.

"Nothin' to see here," said the bearded leader easily with a loud voice, as he passed the gaping men.

But this only caused Blake to hang her head over Negan's leather-clad back and laugh even louder, as he carried her drunken-mess of a form, swiftly away.

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