Negan looked shell-shocked at the words that spilled from Blake's mouth, his bearded jaw clenched together tensely and his already brown eyes becoming black.

"What?" Negan managed to breathe out in a low, deadly, growl of a voice.

This couldn't be fucking happening.

Every fucking moment they had spent together….her coming her to the Sanctuary….their time spent taunting each other…flirting…having fun…sharing showers…having dinner….

….even last just a few hours ago when they had been back on that bed together….

…all of that couldn't be gone. It just fucking couldn't.

This kind of thing didn't happen in real life. This was he kind of shit- trope you usually came across on crappy daytime tv. But this wasn't something that happened here….

The dark-haired Saviour stared down at Blake now, his orbs locking onto those familiar green eyes of hers.

Those eyes he knew so well.

This couldn't be happening. It really fucking couldn't.

"D-David…" she muttered again, answering his question with wide eyes, shaking her head. "My fiancé…."

Fuck.

Just fuck.

Blake tilted her head, shifting under the white sheet before her slightly.

"Yeah….m-my fiancé," she said again, biting on her lip for a small moment, her eyes never leaving Negan's. "…y'know….the asshole who pushed me down a set of stairs and tortured me for months on end….?"

A frown darkened Negan's face slowly, as he gazed back at her…wholly confused right now…

But as he glared, he noticed Blake's expression change from one of seriousness….to now, see a small smirk dance easily across her lips….

There was a lengthy pause...Negan holding his breath, not knowing what the fuck was going on.

Before eventually, after what felt like an age...Blake's mouth curved up into a knowing grin.

"Gotcha," she suddenly uttered, raising her eyebrows fiendishly and poking her tongue out through her line of white teeth.

But Negan, his chocolate eyes twitching back and forth searching her face, didn't move or speak or fact react at all. And despite how quick the bearded Saviour usually was, he was still utterly bewildered right at this very moment.

And he was barely any more enlightened, even when Blake gave an enormous sigh and nodded encouragingly.

"I was fucking with you, Negan," she murmured goadingly, her face bright and her eyes twinkling wickedly. "And you should see your face right now…"

She gave a laugh, the noise lighting up the room, and causing both Simon, still stood silently in the doorway, and Carson, stood just a little way over Negan's shoulder, to both glance back and forth between each other, a little lost for words. Mimicking, of course, how Negan felt right at this moment.

But Blake, shifting once again on the bed and positioning herself more comfortably against the pillows behind her, sighed softly, amused, as the last of her laugh dissipated.

But Negan felt a tick working its way against his stubbly jaw right now, his eyes cross and challenging as he stared down at her.

He shook his long, tanned head in disbelief.

"So you haven't got fucking amnesia?!" he said in an incredulous voice, cocking his head to the side, his brow furrowed so deeply, he was certain his face was almost fixed into this position now….anger bubbling inside him.

But the look on his face only caused to make Blake roll her eyes, pulling one of her dress straps, that had slipped down, back up over her shoulder carelessly.

"Of course I haven't got fucking amnesia," she scoffed smirking and giving yet another half-laugh at his words. "This isn't Days Of Our Lives, Negan."

She tutted, turning her head and reaching for a glass of water than was sat near the side of the bed, wincing slightly as she did so.

"But for the record, if I ever did get amnesia, and I was really asking to see that asshole ex of mine, again," she continued, taking a small sip of water before placing down the glass and turning back to face the leader of the Saviours again. "You seriously have my permission to use Lucille on me."

Right now, Blake's pretty pink lips were pursed together, as she stared up at him smiling. She had red scratches across her face and neck, and her eyes looked tired and worn. Her damp caramel hair was loose, if not a little tangled and hanging around her face. But even despite all this, to Negan, she looked more perfect than he had ever seen her.

Utter perfection…...who had yet again, played him like a fucking fool.

He was breathing hard now….his chest feeling tight beneath that damp t-shirt of his.

But Blake, once again, gave a laugh, staring up at Negan's obviously still-unimpressed face, his jaw still tightly clenched and his brow deeply furrowed.

"Ugh, Negan," she huffed, as the dark-haired Saviour stepped forwards suddenly. "Can you seriously not take a joke anymor-"

But before she could finished her sentence, Negan had leaned down, grabbed her chin roughly and pressed his lips to hers…cutting her off completely.

It was second later before Blake relaxed into him, smiling into his mouth and deepening the kiss. Wholly aware of just how pissed he must be right now.

But Blake hadn't been able to resist.

She was fully conscious of just how much of an idiot she had been, going out in that car alone like that in the middle of the night.

And waking up here, feeling bruised and headache-y and feeling like shit, hadn't particularly been top of her priorities today. But upon rousing and seeing the worry in Negan's eyes she hadn't been able to help herself. It was a rare thing to see Negan so vulnerable…and she knew she wasn't likely to ever get that opportunity again.

So it was payback for all the shit he had pulled on her in the past.

From getting her trapped in a room with walkers...to setting it up so that Blake would see Frankie coming out David's room…

...not to mention the numerous occasions he had just simply pissed her off with that smart mouth of his.

A long moment later, Negan finally tugged his lips away from hers, his fingers still gripping her chin hard, as he stared into her eyes, his face still set into that deep frown of his.

But at this, Blake couldn't help but smirk.

"Oh, now pulling that type of shit on me- not fuckin' funny, Darlin'," he said in a deep warning tone. "I mean, do you really want me to fuckin' explain to you, just how un-goddamn fuckin' funny that was?"

He shook his head seriously, before Blake grinned.

"You're just bitter because I got you, good," she said in a teasing voice, before leaning up and brushing her mouth against his once more.

But Negan pulled back with a growl.

"NOT fuckin' funny," he repeated darkly, before snatching another hard and needy kiss from her pouting lips.

But the pair were suddenly disturbed by a loud 'ahem' from just over Negan's shoulder.

Negan gave a snarl into her mouth at this interruption, before pulling away from her and standing up straight once again.

Blake glanced over to see Dr Carson sliding swiftly around the leader of the Saviours towards her.

"I…uhhh….I just need to take a look at you," he explained in a short voice, avoiding Negan's glare.

But the dark-haired Saviour seemed more preoccupied with Blake sitting on the bed cheerfully, at this very moment.

"You better check she ain't missin' her fuckin' funny bone while you're there, Doc," Negan snapped moodily, taking a step back and folding his leather clad arms across his broad chest.

But Blake merely tilted her head and pursed her lips, shooting him a simpering look.

"Ha ha, you're hilarious," he sniped back, as Dr Carson shone a bright light into each of her eyes in turn.

"How are you feeling, Blake," asked the kindly, yet frazzled looking doctor, his hand reaching down and checking the pulse at her wrist. "Any pains in your chest…? ….your back?"

"No, I'm just a little groggy," she replied truthfully, finally dragging her eyes away from Negan's and giving a short sigh. "But I'm fine…..maybe a little nauseous if anything."

"Those symptoms are all pretty normal with concussion," Carson commented, examining the bruises and scratches at her temples. "But just take it easy these next few days alright? No off-road driving."

Blake gave a smiling laugh and nodded, as Negan shifted his weight from foot-to-foot, staring hard at Carson, as the man stood up straight.

"So she's gonna be fine?" the bearded Saviour asked the doctor in a low voice. "You fuckin' sure about that?"

But Carson nodded.

"I'll check her over in a few hours, but she seems ok, just a little knock to the head," said the doctor a little stiffly. "She just needs to rest now."

And with that, Carson edged around Negan and strolled from the room, looking utterly relived to be leaving Negan's presence, pushing past an awaiting Simon still stood in the doorway as he went.

The moustachioed man on that far side of the room, after brief moment pointed too over his shoulder.

"I'll leave you guys to it," said Negan's right-hand man in a poignant voice, before giving the bearded Saviour one last look…. before pulling the door closed behind him…

…leaving the two of them finally alone…

Blake waited, knowing what was coming.

And as predicted, it was barley a second later that Negan turned back to Blake, his eyebrows now in his hairline and his mouth fixed into a straight line.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ, Doll-Face," he said in a slow, incredulous voice, arching his back as he spoke, and pointing to her with a gloved hand. "You think you could give me a bigger fuckin' heart attack? First I find you out-cold in goddamn ditch! Then you fuckin' screw with me the minute you finally do wake up! I mean, hell, I've got to give you some fuckin' dues for windin' me up so fuckin' well. But if you were anyone else, I wouldna' thought fuckin' twice about knockin' the shit outta them with Lucille here."

He pointed down the floor to where his trusty barbed wire covered bat was lying, propped up against a chair.

Blake pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well its lucky you have a soft spot for me, then isn't it?" she replied in a simpering tone, noticing now, for the first time that Negan's previously white t-shirt was stained pink with the remnants of blood.

She wondered just where he had gotten that from in the short time Blake had been unconscious.

Had he gone back to Alexandria?

Confronted Rick?

Or Rosita?

But Negan took a step closer to her now, poking his tongue into the side of his cheek, in a look of utter irritation. Distracting her from her thoughts.

"Soft-spot, or no soft-spot, Peaches," he said in a reprimanding tone. "You've still kinda pissed me off."

But Blake, knowing full-well just how much she had riled him up, just shrugged, giving a soft, airy sigh as he approached her yet again.

"And what exactly are you going to about that?" she said. unable to help the small smirk that twitched its way onto her lips now, as her green eyes met with his chocolate ones, her eyebrows lifting curiously.

But Negan tensed his jaw.

"Well just because I'm not gonna beat the shit outta you like I would any other fucker that gets on my goddamn nerves," he said loudly pointing a finger in her direction. "Daddy, can still throw you over his fuckin' knee, Princess."

Blake's lips cured up into a wide smile…as she wrinkled her nose….leaning forwards off the pillows tauntingly, as her dress strap slipped down her shoulder once again.

"In that case, I think I should be a bad girl more often," she remarked…..letting out a small squeal as Negan leant into her again, kissing her roughly and pushing her backwards against the cushions behind her head..

…as she laughed gently into his mouth…

"So, you still haven't told me what the fuck you were doing out there on your own anyway, Doll?" asked Negan tossing a blueberry back into his mouth.

Twenty minutes later and Blake was sat up on her bed, lying back against the metal headboard in the large clinical medical room. With Negan now sat at her side on the bed too, his lean form also propped up against a stack of pillows, his arm haphazardly tossed over her shoulders.

True to Negan's 'don't give a fuck' nature, his boots were still, of course, on, creating muddy footprints across the bottom of the clean white sheets.

Blake leaned her body into him a little more, blinking slowly and letting out a small tired sigh, as she placed the small dish of blueberries (brought up by a weedy looking Saviour upon Negan's request) onto the makeshift trolley at her side.

"I just…." she paused momentarily, thinking hard. "I just…..changed my mind is all…"

It was a lie. But as much as she detested those people back there in Alexandria right now, thinking about the way they had turned against her so easily, accusing her of lying about the things David had done to her. She knew what Negan was likely to do if he even found out the way in which they head treated her.

She didn't imagine the dark-haired Saviour would take Rosita trying to kill her lightly either….knowing full well that after, taking in her previous runs ins with him as well, she would soon feel the sharp end of Lucille if she wasn't careful.

No. Blake could try and forget what had happened back there last night but there was no way she could forgive. For even Tara, one of her closest friends in that moment had turned her back on her. After all Blake had been through as well.

She understood, really she did, how it would seem to Tara, of course. That Blake had just shacked up with Negan and betrayed them all. But Blake had desperately tried to explain.

If they had just given her a chance and listened, things might have been ok. But no. All of them had acted first and thought later…taking a dead abusers side, instead of Blake's in this instance.

And that was what had hurt the most.

"Really?" said Negan with a hint of cynicism in his voice. "Because it seemed like you were tearin' out of that place pretty fuckin' quickly for it to be just a fuckin' change of heart, Darlin'."

But Blake tutted. "Just leave it, ok?" she pressed as her hand moved to his thigh.

But Negan gave a small frown, glancing her way.

"You really expect me to leave it, when I know for a fact that this is probably down to that sweaty fuckin' prick called Rick, actin' like he owns the fuckin' place, yet a-fuckin'-gain," he uttered in a heated tone. "Because I swear to shit, that if that goddamn side-eye-givin' motherfucker, laid even one fuckin' finger on you-"

"Negan," said Blake in a quiet voice, cutting him off and giving him a nudge. "Please… let's just forget it….."

She could tell that the dark-haired Saviour was seething, but she gave his thigh a quick squeeze, pressing her body into his lean torso further.

Trying to communicate to him that she wanted off this subject.

For now at least.

"…Maybe you should start concentrating instead, what you're gonna get me for my birthday tomorrow," she continued, biting on her lip with her teeth and shooting him a small teasing smile.

At this, the mood in the room changed slightly, as Negan let out a small chuckle, turning to face Blake fully now and grinning down at her with his line of large white teeth.

He tugged at the sheet covering her waist, pulling it down and dragging it off her body easily.

"Oh well I did have somethin' in mind….somethin' pretty fuckin' special if I do say so myself," he growled, leaning over her now, and teasing away a strand or two long caramel-blonde hair that lingered on her neck, his mouth hovering close to her ear possessively.

"Oh yeah?" said Blake, feeling herself getting hot and flushed now, as Negan slid a hand up her side, causing her skimpy cotton dress to ride up her thighs.

She felt Negan press a smile into her neck now, as she closed her eyes, allowing his lips to graze the throbbing pulse point at her neck.

"Yu-huh, Darlin', Negan murmured with a dark, grinning growl. "….imagine you….tomorrow….all nice and ready for your birthday surprise…"

Negan pressed another gentle kiss to her neck, causing Blake's panties to soak with a creamy wetness. She bit down hard onto her lip, eyes closed, nodding eagerly at his words…

"Mmmhmmm," she replied, urging him on.

"…and then imagine openin' your eyes…" he continued in a husky voice. "…to find yours fuckin' truly stood there, with a nice big fuckin' bow wrapped around my dick….ready for you to enjoy, Doll-face."

Blake's eyes suddenly snapped open….coming back down to earth from her dream-world she had been in, with a hard thud.

"Ugh," she said scowling and giving him a shove away from her. "Screw you. I am not giving YOU a blow job on MY birthday."

But this only made Negan give a loud carrying chuckle, as she shoved him, not only from herself, but from the bed too.

"You are such an asshole sometimes," she carried on, as she wrinkled her nose, brushing herself down. "Ugh and you stink of walker blood, you know that?"

But Negan getting to his feet with a pleased groan, snatching up Lucille from the floor, and pointing down at Blake with the end of the baseball bat.

"Now that is what you get for tryin' to fuck with me, Sweetheart," he said arching his back easily as he spoke, smirking devilishly.

Before strolling across the room smugly, with a cockiness to his swagger now, fully-confident that had had got one over on her.

But Blake was not in a million year going to ever let him win that easily.

And so, the caramel-blonde woman just rolled her eyes, giving a sigh, as Negan reached the door tugging it open, before chancing one last arrogant look her way.

But Blake was already looking away from him, examining her nails….

….before finally speaking with a note of airiness in her voice….

"I think I'd have preferred the spanking," she commented nonchalantly, glancing up with glee….just in time to see Negan's bearded mouth drop open.

Gotcha guys! Haha I couldn't run with an amnesia story-line, now could I? That would have been too cliche, even for me. Sorry I tricked you all. But you would not believe the amount of people who genuinely said they're were going to stop reading after the last chapter. :( Have faith in your writers, guys.

And yep, Blake and Negan are pretty much as bad as each other... *tuts at them*

Thanks to Monizzle, Hmc09, babyisbad154, sreid045, JudithMosalii, EJM87, l0velylexx, ElyiumPhoenix, ClTex, FriendsWithTheMonster, LJH, xojade, Guest, FriedRice, alliesmiley2, Becca4930, Guest, alleycat023, Madi, HeavenlyCondemned, srosal1 and klulu120 for commenting.

Anyway, I hope that was ok. I'm still feeling a little under the weather and stressed and feel like my writing is taking a bit of a hit, so I'm sorry if its a bit more lackluster. Is there anything you would like to see from Negan and Blake in the future?

Please review! (It would make me feel better!)