Blake had had a pretty unproductive morning, unable to keep her mind on anything she was doing.

She had been out here, amongst the six or so other Saviours working on the garden alongside her, trying to tie a couple of trellises together for the past fifteen minutes, but getting nowhere, finally giving a hearty huff of frustration and dropping both panels to the floor with a clatter.

All she wanted, was to be back upstairs with Negan in that bed…not so much for sex right now…but just for the feeling of having him beside her….having him want her.

But Blake couldn't allow herself to give into him too much. What they had going on right now...well, it was just a little bit of fun.

And after what Blake had been through with David, perhaps it was too soon for her to be having a serious relationship anyway.

Having been hurt too much there…

That had of course been proved with Negan and the situation with his wives. And Blake knew she really couldn't contend with them.

So she would keep things casual. That way, both of them got what they wanted out of all this…and no one had to get hurt.

But even so, Blake relished every moment she spend with the dark-haired Saviour, besotted with every little thing about him….

…his scent…

…..the way his scratchy beard grazed against her neck when he kissed her there…

….the way he held her, so possessive and dominating….

But Blake, in a world of her own, barely noticed the two figures who approached her now, almost jumping out of her skin as one of them suddenly spoke.

"Hey, Blake. How's it going?"

Blake swung around instantly, placing a hand to her heart, her green eyes coming to land on Frankie and Amber.

Both women were standing there, hands cupped before them, with short black dresses on and Blake couldn't help but bristle slightly at the sight of them.

She liked these women…a lot! But seeing them, even now, after everything, just served as a reminder that these were Negan's wives….something which Blake would never be, down to her own stubborn choice. And although she was more than happy with that, it still stung to know that Negan, even now, still hadn't gotten rid of these women from his life…

"Sorry, we didn't mean to scare you," uttered the watery-eyed Amber, looking worriedly up at Blake.

But Blake just shook her head, removing her hand from her chest and instead sliding it down into the back pocket of her tight, indigo jeans.

She had changed since earlier, now dressed in a pair of dark pants, and a black t-shirt.

"It's fine. Sorry, I was just...daydreaming," murmured the caramel-blonde woman, offering the two women a smile.

But Frankie shifted her weight onto one hip, folding her arms and cocking a bemused eyebrow up at Blake.

"Oh yeah…about anyone we know?" she enquired fiendishly.

And Blake, at once, knew what she was getting at.

It was probably no secret that Negan and Blake had been seen together, especially after their run-in with the two girls in hallway yesterday, as well as Simon catching the pair in bed together last night.

Word spread very very quickly in this place, and that was obviously helped by the visibly far-more cheerful leader of the Saviours, strutting cockily around the place, without his face being as thunderous as it had been of late.

But Blake shrugged, dropping her gaze to the dusty ground momentarily, before glancing up at the wives once again, shielding her eyes from the early-afternoon sun as she did so.

"Perhaps…" she said, pursing her lips and catching her mouth before it managed to curve up into a smile.

But Amber nudged her in the side gently with her arm.

"It's ok to be happy, y'know?" said the meek-looking blonde girl, shyly. "You being around….it's made our lives so much better…like, you have no idea how much!"

Blake gave a gulp at her words, tilting her head to the side slightly.

These women really had been through so much, and Bake felt nothing but utter compassion for them….

They had obviously gone to great lengths to protect, not only themselves, but people they cared about too…..and that was a lot to ask for in this big, bad world….for someone to provide that for them.

Blake wavered, opening her mouth to speak, but somehow she was unable to come out with any words.

And it was only when Frankie took Blake's free hand in hers, did she stare up at the red head, giving a short, shaky sigh.

"Listen, we miss you….and we came to ask….well, if you wanted, maybe, to come by tonight?" Frankie asked, her eyes imploring and honest. "We were all saying how much fun it was when you came up and played drinking games with us."

"Yeah," interrupted Amber. "We don't get to socialise with many people here. A-And we could play some music….I know Dwight's got some CDs stashed away somewhere, and we have plenty of wine!"

At this Blake couldn't help but smile, biting her lip and looking back and forth between the two women.

That genuinely sounded lovely.

"I'd love that, thanks," Blake replied, with a warm softness to her voice, so happy to have women like these in her life.

She had been so stupid to think of the wives as rivals to her, when at the end of the day, her peers seemed to be far more aligned to her than they were even to Negan himself.

Frankie gave her hand a tight squeeze, as Amber looked happily on.

"Ok then, we'll see you later then….about sevenish?" she asked, looking excited, as Blake gave a nod.

"See you at seven then," she replied gently, as the women waltzed slowly away, giving her a last wave as they did so.

In a good mood now, Blake, an hour later was now stood next to one of the greenhouses, picking ripened gooseberries growing on a large bush against it, along with two other Saviours, a husband and wife named John and Joyce.

They were both in their late fifties, but as fit as anything and certainly both knew their way around the garden. They were very friendly and had taken Blake under their wing, showing her the correct way to plant certain types of vegetables, and getting stuck in wherever they could.

John had just been regaling them with the story of how he had tried to save Joyce from a heard of walkers and had ended up accidentally going around in a giant circle, and instead of leading them away, had accidently brought the herd back to her.

Blake laughed hard, shaking her head as Joyce tutted beside them, wagging her finger at her husband.

"He was seriously in my bad books after that, I can tell you!" she giving a laugh of her own….

…but suddenly her bright face fell slightly, as her eyes drifted over Blake's shoulder, as did John's….and it was barely a moment later that they turned from Blake suddenly, busying themselves with work inside the greenhouse.

But at this, Blake couldn't help but roll her eyes, for there was only one person who seemed to garner this sort of reaction out of people….

Negan.

And Blake turned on her heel, suddenly arching her eyebrow up towards the man himself, marching across the yard toward her, with Lucille balanced against one shoulder and a shit-eating grin plastered across his long, bearded features.

Today he had a scowling Laura and a tall and looming Danny both shuffling behind him, carrying what looked like a veritable feast, with plates piled high full of sandwiches, bowls of chips and even cookies of varying descriptions.

And Blake, flicking her long caramel-hair back over her shoulder, folded her arms over her t-shirt-clad chest, eyeing him a little confusedly.

"What all this?" she questioned, staring up into Negan's cocky face.

But the dark-haired Saviour merely shrugged, coming to a stop just in front of her and leaning back against his heels, arching his back as he surveyed her.

"Well, being the fuckin' gentleman I am, I just thought I'd bring you and these fine folks out some lunch," he said in a simpering voice. "But considerin' how fuckin' ungrateful you're soundin', Peaches…I mean, fuck, I might just take all this shit back to the kitchens instead."

But despite his words, he gave a nod without taking his eyes off Blake, as Laura and Danny to place the plates of food down onto a small picnic bench in the centre of the walled garden.

"Bon-appetit!" Negan yelled obnoxiously, not only her, but the surrounding workers, causing Blake to roll her eyes so hard, she almost gave herself a headache doing so.

A few of the Saviours looked up from their work, looking extremely nervous at his presence here.

It was obvious that they had very little to do with the man in question, and they, of course, weren't to blame about not taking risks regarding Negan's kindness. After all, his unpredictability was one of the things that made him just so frightening to people.

Blake gave a small, faux-tired sigh, taking charge and stepping forwards, shoving past Negan as she did so and bumping her shoulder against his leather-clad one as she went…making her way over to the plates of food, piled up high.

She certainly was hungry, having had nothing more than an apple to eat this morning and she couldn't deny that some of those sandwiches looked delicious.

She picked one up, shooting Negan a look as she did so.

"Since when have you ever been a gentleman Negan?" she asked teasingly, before taking a big bite of the sandwich and strolling back past him once again.

But Negan just arched his back, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline, as he lowered Lucille from his shoulder, instead gesturing to Blake with the sharp end of it.

"Well, ex-fuckin'-cuse me, Doll-face," uttered the dark-haired man in carrying voice. "I give you pizza, a night under the stars, I let you sleep in my goddamn bed, AND I go the fuck down on you. And you're still sayin' I ain't a fuckin' gentleman?! Jeez, Sweetheart, what more can I fuckin' do?!"

Blake meant to scold him, but merely burst into laughter at his words, her face brightening up.

God, had he really just admitted to going down on her, in front of, not only his generals, but these lower ranking Saviours too?

Between the pair of them passed a lingering look now, as Negan grinned back at her, knowing, of course, exactly what he had said and meaning every word.

"Fine," Blake murmured back smirking. "I guess you've got me there."

And Negan merely continued to grin back at her now, his chocolate eyes roving across her features….gazing at her like she was just his favourite thing in this entire world.

But after a moment or two, Negan tore his eyes away, gazing around at the garden interestedly.

"So THIS is where all the goddamn magic happens, huh?" he commented, plucking a gooseberry off of a nearby bush and tossing it into his mouth.

"No, don't, that's not-" Blake began, suddenly frowning, but it was too late as Negan made a face.

"Shit, that is notfuckin' ripe," he winced as he swallowed the piece of fruit with a pained grimace, causing Blake to chuckle and take another bite of her sandwich.

"And that's why you're in charge of the intimidation," she said smartly, turning back toward the greenhouse, where John and Joyce were busying themselves hurriedly, obviously trying as hard as they could to keep under Negan's radar. "And I'm in charge of this place."

But Blake had barely been turned away for a second or two, when she felt a stiff body press itself up against her from behind…

She smiled now, as a gloved hand slipped around her middle and a scratchy mouth reached her ear.

"Hmmmm, that sound about fuckin' right," he began in husky tone, now speaking to her and only her. "Sooo. You wanna find a nice shady spot where I can remind you just how much of an intimidating fuckin' gentleman I can be to you, Peaches?"

Blake knew at once what he was taking about, the tops of her cheeks now reddened slightly, knowing full well-that despite Negan whispering, John and Joyce were still in earshot.

The caramel-blonde woman pursed her lips together gently, feeling herself growing warm now beneath his touch. But she held-off.

"I've got work to do.." she purred back in return, slowly turning around into his arms and pressing her body into his, as Negan settled himself down on the arm of the nearby picnic bench.

The dark-haired Saviour, pulling her in towards him and allowing her to stand in between his spplayed legs, gazed up at her, biting down on his lip, looking as though he was almost in awe of her now.

"You sure about that, Darlin'?" he asked smiling. "'Cause I'm sure my people won't mind if you took a quick fuckin' lunch break?"

Blake bit down on her own lips….contemplating how it would feel to have Negan inside her now….a heat pooling inside her underwear at the thought….

…but she merely, sighed, tilting her head and offering the dark-haired man an earnestly apologetic sort-of look.

"I'm sorry…" she said gently, lifting her hand to Negan's long, bearded cheek and parting her lips as she did so, her green eyes meeting with his. "Thanks for the lunch though…and, you know, you're more than welcome to stay and help out here instead for the afternoon, right?"

She raised a playful eyebrow towards him, watching as he scoffed, admiring the teasing look dancing its way across her face.

"Sweetheart, if I ain't screwin' your brains out up against that goddamn greenhouse then I ain't gonna be workin' in it, that's for fuckin' sure!" Negan tutted, as John and Joyce, reddened and hurriedly ushered each other out of 'said'-greenhouse, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

But Blake just rolled her eyes, as Negan got to his feet, leaning into her instead.

"Daddy, ain't no fuckin' farmer, Doll-face…" he growled in a low voice, into Blake's ear causing shivers to run down her spine and her breath to catch in her throat slightly as he eyed her. Knowing just how much he was able to drive her utterly crazy with his words alone. "Daddy's a king of this goddamn empire."

And with that, Blake blinked up through long thick lashes, taking a small step into him, raising her chin and bringing herself up to her full height, as their lips brushed.

She wrinkled her nose…

"That make me the Queen then?" she murmured back in a vixen-like voice.

And Negan could only smile into her mouth deliciously now.

"From day fuckin' one, Peaches…" he said, before his mouth met with hers….kissing at her pink lips gently.

This was almost the pair's first public display of affection…almost….

But Blake was long past caring about what anyone thought of her.

She was just here having some fun….living her life the way she wanted.

She was well-liked…she had Negan…she had her friends, the wives…what else did she need?

But suddenly something tugged at the back of her heart and in the pit of her stomach….a feeling like even now, there was still something missing in her life…and Blake was fully aware of just what that was….

She pulled away after a few seconds….breaking from the kiss, long before it was over, causing Negan to frown, opening his eyes and gazing down at her questioningly.

"You alright, Sweetheart?" he asked his voice gentler now than before.

But Blake gave a nod, pressing her hand to his leather-clad forearm and giving it a short reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied, licking at her lips and taking a short step back from the dark-haired man before her.

Negan's eyes lingered upon her for a long few seconds before he lifted his hand, scratching along his top lip with his finger.

"So I'll see you later then, for our poker game tonight? I told the boys and Arat not to go too fuckin' hard on you on your first session with us…" Negan began cheerfully, but trailed off, as Blake pursed her lips, wincing. "What? You already got plans or somethin', Doll-face?"

His scoffed his words playfully, as Blake pouted.

"Well, actually…I do…." she uttered, staring up at him now, as a small frown knitting its way between his brows. "Frankie and Amber asked if I wanted to come by later…have some drink with them and the others."

Negan blinked at her for a short moment, as Blake felt both Laura and Danny look up at her, from behind Negan, simultaneously.

But it wasn't a second later, that a small grin danced its way over Negan's lips.

"You seriously blowin' me off again, Darlin'? For what? A goddamn girls night?" he asked, running his tongue over his line of white teeth.

But Blake just smiled coyly.

"Maybe I am…" she said shrugging, cocking her head to the side, and tugging on her lip. "We're just gonna have some wine, listen to some music-"

"….Talk about boys, braid you hair, have a fuckin pillow fight…practice making out with each other?" Negan interrupted in a wholly teasing voice.

But Blake on this occasion didn't roll her eyes, she merely gave a nod.

"Mmmhmmm, yeah, of course," she said brightly. "Oh, but first thing on our agenda is all getting together to talk about the size of your dick…"

Negan almost at once narrowed his eyes and pointed his finger at her, shooting her a mock-warning look, as he turned on his heel, arching his back as he did so.

"Hmmm, that fuckin' so?" he uttered in an irritated voice. "Well when you get bored of talking shit with your girlfriends, Darlin', you're more than welcome to join us for poker night. You might even turn out to be my good luck fuckin' charm. You and my Lucille of course…"

And at this, Blake DID roll her eyes, tutting and folding her arms over her chest once again.

"Goodbye," Negan," she said firmly before he could say another word.

And with that, shooting Blake one last look, Negan, grinning from ear to ear, strolled easily away, raising Lucille in his hand in a wave over his shoulder.

"Bye, Peaches…"

And with that he disappeared off inside, followed closely by Laura and Danny, who pulled the metal door to the inside, shut behind them, with a loud, metal clang….

….leaving Blake shaking her head and smiling to herself, as she turned and headed finally back to work.

Sorry if this chapter was a little boring. We're on filler-city for the moment. But don't worry…good things are coming! If you want me to write more?

Thanks to Hmc09, CLTex, NedStark39, angelvoice15, dominantdemonbutler22, Jam86, MothGod, HeavenlyCondemned, Ashleyziur and Booboo for reviewing.

I just want to make a note to people STILL asking me to leave out the smut. I've done 95 chapters now and I feel like I kinda have the right to decide what I want to write about. Negan is, as one reader so aptly put it, vulgar and that's what he's about. And as much as I appreciate your review it's kinda getting me down. So if its not really your cup of tea, please don't read, as I really don't want to upset anyone with my smut.

Phew, sorry for the rant...

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