Chapter 6:

Emily POV

Everything still felt so awkward. I felt like I was living a life that wasn't my own. I still wasn't entirely sure if I was still alive. I could be living in some kind of weird limbo that will throw me back into hell at any minute.

He told me to nap and maybe I should, but then again I wasn't all that sleepy. I decided to explore the room. I was looking at the design on some sort of glass he had that was set on the nightstand. I don't know what he'd been using it for but whatever it was had a strong smell, does he drink that stuff? That was when I jumped at the loud knock in the other room.

I set the glass back down and go over to the door. Not opening it, just listening.

"Come the fuck in." I heard Negan's voice and then the door creaked open, then shut.

"Tiny Tim. How the hell are ya?" Negan asked and I heard the man say that he was good in response. I find myself picking at my cuticles with anxiousness.

"I need you and a handful of those other dick shits to ride around the freeway over here. I have some guys looking for Dwight and his thieving bitches on the other side over here." I furrowed my eyebrows at the conversation. I didn't really understand it much, but I wouldn't have recognized any names anyways. Negan and the Doctor were the only two I've met here so far.

"I don't expect a big haul back from you guys, but just see what you can find over there if anything." I heard Negan explain and then some paper crinkling before a door closed. I go back over to the bed, wincing a little. My side was still pretty sore, but I've had worse injuries.

After a few minutes, my savior walked back into the room. His brow furrowed.

"Thought I told you to nap?" He questioned and I shrugged in response.

"Not sleepy." I informed him before deciding to let my curiosity get the better of me.

"Who's Tim and Dwight? And is Tim really Tiny? An-" I tried to continue before I was interrupted.

"That shit is not important, little eavesdropper." He said as he scratched at his facial hair and sighed.

"I really gotta fuckin' shave this shit." He said walking over to the bathroom. I crawled down off the bed and peeked at him from around the corner as he rummaged through the bathroom cupboards. Then I jumped as he slammed them shut loudly.

I wondered what I was supposed to do now. Surely he wouldn't let me crash here forever. Though I wasn't too sure where I would go. And apparently the world is 'dead' as everyone's been telling me. Well, two people, anyways.

Negan walked back out of the bathroom and looked at me. He looked like he was about to say something, but then he just walked back out of the room again. Only this time he left the door open. From here I can see him down whatever was left in his glass.

"Stay here." He barks at me before leaving the room. I heard the lock click once he closed it.

I peered out of the bedroom and into this.. living room connected to it? My feet still on the carpet in the bedroom. I wasn't sure if I was allowed in there or not. But he did leave it open.

I walked out and saw a leather couch and hesitate before finally taking a seat. The cool leather felt nice on my skin. I rolled around on it a bit and then I looked down at a map that had been left on the coffee table in front of me. There were lines on it going out in every direction. I wondered where we were now? And how far away it was from where I was? I didn't know where I'd been kept all those years though, so I guess it didn't matter much. I also found a pen on the table. I missed drawing. Maybe he had some paper I could borrow? I'd better ask first though, because I don't want to be yelled at. I set the pen back down and explore the room some more.

I heard the lock click and doorknob jiggle a bit before opening, and I ran back to the bedroom as fast as I could.

[Negan POV]

I left to grab her some clothes. She looked like she might be a medium. Or maybe even small. Some shit like that, I couldn't be sure. All I knew was, my t-shirt and boxers made her look so fucking tiny and she couldn't wear them forever. Seeing her in my clothes kinda gave me a hard on too, and I didn't wanna fuckin' scare her the fuck off.

I wasn't sure what exact size she was, Or what she liked to wear, so I just grabbed a bunch of this and that.

I headed back to my office and walked past some of the wives on the way.

"Are those for us?! We finally don't have to wear these skimpy black dresses!?" Johanna asked me with excitement in her eyes.

I scoffed, annoyed at her stupid assumptions.

"No, Jo. These aren't for you. Go back to the Parlor." I say and she pouted and walked away.

"Negan, we haven't seen you in days!" Tatiana complained and I rolled my goddamn eyes.

"What the fuck ever, like you care? Go help yourselves to a drink, girls." I tell them and they hurry away out of sight. I didn't have time for their games, I left Emily all the fuck alone up there.

I walked back in with piles of clothes in my arms and as I opened the door I watched as she hurried away from me and into the bedroom. I raised an eyebrow at her and followed her in. She looked up at me with apologetic eyes.

"You know, you don't have to stay in the bedroom. When I said stay here, I just meant here." I tell her with a hand gesture, and she nods lightly.

"S-Sorry." She says, and I just stare at her for a minute, puzzled by this girl. She seemed so scared that I caught her out of the bedroom. Did she think I was keeping her fuckin' captive here?

"You don't have to stay in the bedroom." I repeated to her.

"But I don't want you leaving the goddamn building. It's not exactly fuckin' safe out there." I went on and she nodded faintly in acknowledgement.

I laid the piles of clothes on the bed and she looked up at me confused.

"These are for you." I scratch the back of my head.

"I wasn't sure what size you wore, or what you liked. But I figured it was better than you living in my t-shirt and old boxers every damn day." I said and she nodded again.

"Thank you." She smiled sweetly at me, then dug through the pile of clothes.

When she found a t-shirt she liked, she took off my old white one. Normally a gentleman would look the fuck away, but I'm still a goddamn man at the end of the day.

She tugged the boxer shorts off as well, not seeming to mind she was putting on a goddamn show for me. I glanced at the bruises that littered her skin, and sighed. I finally decided to exit the room before Negan Jr. got any more worked up than he already was.

[Emily POV]

It was awfully nice of him to find all these clothes for me. I wondered where they came from, how this world even worked now. I barely had a grasp of the old world, I was just a kid back then. But this new world? It was still such a mystery to me.

I eventually found a pink shirt and smiled at the color. It was nice on the eyes. Pink wasn't my favorite color before, but I kind of like it now that I've seen it. I slip Negan's big white shirt off and put this new one on. It fit nicely, I found some shorts that fit me as well, and go to put them on. But perhaps Negan didn't agree with my choice of clothing because he leaves the room in a hurry.

I also found some cute, warm looking ankle socks that match the shirt. I slip those on my feet and wiggle my toes in them. Wearing clothes again felt weird. I kinda liked the feel of his big t-shirt better. But maybe he was annoyed with me for wearing his clothes before.

I walk over to the door hesitantly and peek at him. He's studying the map again, and I walk out and look around the room until my eyes fall back on him.

"Uhms...T-thank you for the clothes." I say shyly. His mouth opens to speak, when there's a knock at the door.

"Who the fuck is it?" He growled in an annoyed tone, then motioned for me to go to the room and I do as he says. Listening in when someone at the door informs him of some sort of emergency, then I hear him cuss, and the door is slammed shut and locked.

I'm left all alone in the quietness again.

Author's note: Thank you to the guest who reviewed, and a very special thanks to dork for helping me edit! you're the best!