Today felt like a good day- a rare thing in this world that was for sure!

After having what had felt like the longest lay-in Blake had had in years, feeling oh-so snuggly and sleepy under Negan's sheets, that smelt of his deliciously heady, musky scent, Blake had dragged herself dozily into his shower.

The water had been hot and much needed and had felt so good, burning its way across her smooth skin.

She knew that, right now, life for her was good.

She was lucky to have found herself in such a good position in her life. Here, with a man she loved, and who loved her back.

She had gone for years being on the bottom rung…with David…living out there on the road…sleeping in horrible places surrounded by walking corpses and fearing for your life every time you ventured out to use the bathroom. So despite having everything she would ever want, right here with Negan, Blake knew she couldn't take any of it for granted. Wanting to give the rest of the people here, exactly what she had. Making a better life for all of them.

That was why, after languishing in the shower for a while before heading down to her room to get a fresh change of clothes, Blake had headed out to garden, toiling here for a couple of hours….happy and content with spending time here and pulling her weight as and when she could.

But it was obvious that her love for the people here, was indeed, very much reciprocated. They cared for her, as much as she cared for them, none of them fearing her like they feared Negan, and treating her as one of their own.

And this made her happier than ever.

It was a nice feeling. To be here amongst people who actually gave a shit about here, unlike the people back at Alexandria , who had proven that they would rather have sided with an abusive man over her…just because of her alliance with Negan.

Sure, the dark-haired Saviour certainly had his flaws there was no doubt of that. But he loved her and he had shown Blake just how much he cared for her each and every day, tenfold over the way David had treated her.

Negan had made her feel happy and safe, and that, in this world, meant so, so much.

It had been almost lunchtime by the time Blake, having taken a short break to use the bathroom and freshen up a little after weeding non-stop for almost two hours, was stood in her room humming to herself, as she prepared herself a small cheese and tomato sandwich.

She was dressed today in something far less pretty than yesterday's floral dress. Instead, wearing just a pair of tight indigo jeans, a white t-shirt and pair of brown boots. Her long caramel-hair swept over one shoulder.

Blake had been desperate for the taste of tomatoes for a few days now and was delighted when she had noticed that John (one of the older Saviours that helped out in the gardens sometimes) had already picked an entire basketful straight from the vine by the time Blake had made it outside this morning.

Now Blake carefully cut the single tomatoe she had gratefully taken into thin slices and placed them on top of the synthetic cheese slice she had gladly accepted from a stall at the marketplace, before squishing down the top of her bread roll onto the filling, and lifting it to her mouth to take a huge bite.

God it felt good to taste something as fresh as this, Blake's mouth watering as she savoured the taste of tomato.

She smiled to herself almost instantly….almost shaking her head.

She really did realise how lucky she truly was right now.

Here she was, with fresh fruit and veg on her plate almost every day, in her own room, at a well-protected place like the Sanctuary, with people all around who cared about her….eating a sandwich.

Something she could have only dreamed of doing just a year ago, as she had cowered inside an abandoned barn eating roadkill and cold dog-food, straight from a can.

It had been tough for her at times out there….but she had made it through. She had survived all of that. Survived the threat of walkers…David's beatings….and she had survived herself.

At times, Blake had wanted to give up on everything, but she had pushed through, with the help of Negan, and become everything that she was today. Strong and bold, and as Negan oh-so aptly put it - 'a bit of a badass'.

But she smiled to herself again now, thinking on this, as she carefully wiped her mouth, placing down the rest of her sandwich to save for later, as her eyes lingered for just a moment on the abandoned mixing bowl she had failed to wash up from making brownies yesterday.

Blake's mind, at this, drifting back to that amazing moment where Negan had fucked her up against this very counter yesterday…the thought alone driving her wild as she remembered how it had felt to have him want her just that bad, and the way she had wanted him just as much in return.

But Blake's smile and her hazy memory soon faltered a little, as she remembered just what had followed this good sex….

Fuck…

She had promised herself not even twenty-four hours ago that she would go see Doctor Carson today.

She and Negan had been having a lot of sex as of late….and of course, they were as irresponsible as each other, and Blake knew what could happen if they weren't careful….and falling pregnant in this world was not something Blake could risk happening…

She had miscarried twice already in her life….and it didn't bare thinking about what would happen if the same thing happened to her here with only one doctor and not enough medical equipment to see her through.

And besides, no one truly knew what would happen to a deceased foetus in the womb in this world.

Blake let a gulp trail it's way difficultly down her throat as she tried to shake horrible thoughts like these from her mind now…sliding the sandwich across the work surface away from her in disgust, as she turned on her heel, marching across the room and hauling open the door.

Carson would help…he would surely have the morning-after plan b pill for her…and hopefully some form of birth control contraceptive to take in the future.

But Blake, so on a mission now…. with her hair flying wildly behind her as she stalked hurriedly down the lengthy Sanctuary corridor….that she barley even had time to stop herself as she barrelled straight into a tall, looming, and very recognisable figure, as she hurriedly rounded the corner.

"Oof…ouch…" she uttered out, stumbling backwards and blinking few times as she stared up into a face she had certainly not been expecting to see so soon today.

"Negan?" she said in a quiet voice, looking a little confused, as she stared up into the eyes of the dark-haired Saviour, standing there before her now with his shoulders slightly slumped, Lucille held loosely in his hand, and a dark, worried looking frown plastered across his brow.

What the hell was he doing here?

But Blake shot him a bemused look in return, glancing over his shoulder as Arat appeared there, looking solemn.

"I thought you'd gone to Alexandria?" the caramel-blonde woman asked questioningly.

It was at least a good two hour drive to Alexandria from here and there was no way the Saviours could have made it all the way there and back again with enough time for Negan to bother the hell out of Rick.

But Negan didn't answer her now, merely staring at her with a look of frustration lingering over his long and bearded features.

"What is it?" Blake murmured, her smile dissipating little. "What's wrong? H-Has something happened?"

Blake looked now to Arat, but the curly-haired woman gave her nothing, her hazel eyes merely reaching the floor at her feet.

What the hell was going on? What was Negan keeping from her?

Blake felt her heart begin to beat a little faster now as she attempted a smile. Perhaps this was some sort of joke.

But Negan was never ever this quiet.

"W-Where's everyone else?", she asked slowly, her green eyes searching his face.

But it was only then that Negan spoke, low and growling, his chocolate eyes fixed on hers.

"Doll…there's somethin' I need you to see…" he muttered imploringly. "Come on, we need to load up an' go back there…now."

At his words Blake narrowed her eyes at him a little questioningly.

Go back there?

What? To Alexandria?

"What the hell are you talking about, Negan?" she said in a slightly defensive tone, as she folded her arms over her chest, her voice wavering slightly as she spoke.

She had no idea what was going on, was this some sort of joke?

"Fuck….jeez, Sweetheart" Negan breathed , running a hand over his face tiredly, looking far more exhausted now than he had done upon leaving just a few hours ago. "You just need to come back there with us, like I said, there's somethin' you need to see…"

But Blake just tutted, shaking her head and making to shove past Negan.

She had no idea what game he was playing today, but Blake, her good mood now utterly gone, felt pissed-off and not in the mood for any of this right now.

"There is no way I'm going back there, Negan," she said, lifting her chin and making to head off down the corridor back to the gardens. "I told you earlier I didn't want to see those people…so whatever this is…whatever you're trying to do, I'm not interested."

But before she could go very far, a sudden gloved hand reached for her forearm, stopping her in her tracks.

"Peaches, jeez, will you just wait a fuckin' second…"

But Blake, scowling darkly, spun around, pointing her finger threateningly at Negan.

"I'm not going back there," she said staring up at the dark-haired leader of the Saviours now, her face deadly serious and her eyebrows up in her hairline. "Look, baby, I don't know what game you're trying to play with them…or with me…but I don't want to get involved-"

And with that, Blake tugged her arm from Negan's grasp, turning back around once more.

God, how the hell could one man possible infuriate her so much?

Just a few short hours ago, there she had been, with him, in a stare of undress….the pair of them utterly in love. And yet now, Blake was thoroughly pissed with the bearded Saviour.

She had told him point blank this morning, and yesterday for that matter, that she hadn't wanted to go to Alexandria and now here he was, obviously on some sort of glory trip, wanting her to return there with him…and for what?

To show her off?

To gloat?

But Blake had barely made it even two or three steps down the gloomy hallway, when Negan suddenly spoke, his voice loud and clear…

"Darlin', she's there…."

Blake suddenly stopped dead…

..her lips parting and her eyes fixed on a spot dead ahead of her….

What had he just said?

..she blinked once….

…twice….

..three times…

…before slowly turning back around on the spot, her heart hammering a drumbeat in her chest.

She stared up into Negan's eyes now…as her breath caught in her throat….seeing in his gaze, a sad sort-of look that only caused to make tears prick at Blake's green orbs…

The caramel-blonde woman looked at him…desperate for him to say it again…

But he didn't need to….

For Blake could see it now in his dark eyes…the truth…

And she didn't even need to ask who he was referring to.

For there was only one person to make him look at her in this way….the dark-haired Saviour's face full of hurt and anguish and wordless meaning.

"Mia?" Blake managed to whisper out.

And it took a long second for Negan to finally nod, taking a step towards her, a line between his eyebrows and his jaw clenched tightly.

"She's there…..an' I'm takin' you to fuckin get her, Peaches…"

Tara paced across her living room floor, her fingers drawn up to her mouth, biting down on her nails.

Shit. This wasn't good.

"He's comin' back for her…" said Rick shaking his head, as he stood there beside Michonne, arms folded over himself. "…my guess is that he'll be back within the hour…"

"Well what are we going to do?" Michonne murmured, staring up at her partner and shaking her head. "We can't just hand her over to him!"

But Rick gave a shrug of his tired shoulders.

"I don' think we have a choice right now…" he said in a low voice.

But Tara, as much as the kid frustrated the hell out of her sometimes, was not about to just give her up without a fight. Not to him.

"I won't let him just take her…" she said continuing in her pacing. "If he wants her, he's going to have to go through me."

After Negan had disappeared, Tara had taken the tiny girl up to her room and tried to distract her as best she could with some crayons and a colouring book, before shutting her in. Hoping that would give her and Rick and Michonne enough time to come up with a solution to their problem.

"When he comes back, he's not just going to be on his own. That's what he said…" murmured Rick, causing Michonne to frown darkly.

"So what? He's bringing more Saviours?" she asked stariing at him wildly.

But Rick shook his head, grimacing, and offering the two women a dark look.

"No…" he said in a worried voice. "Someone else…"

But Tara, at Rick's words, merely gave a huff and continued the chewing of her nails…

…waiting…..

But if one of them had only chosen to look out into the hallway at that very moment….surely one of them would have noticed a tiny toddler, in pink pyjamas, carrying a large fluffy toy snake, make her way down the stairs on pudgy legs, alone and unheard…

...and in the blink of an eye…

…without so much as a backward look…

….she was gone….

….leaving the front door creaking wide open behind her…..

Sorry it was just a short one. More coming very, very soon if you want to read more?

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