Author's notes: Please, READ THIS! So as I was watching season 11 of the show (NO SPOILERS) I realized, that I have a different idea of Negan's story in my head, so I would like to put this warning here, that from some point on I will not follow Negan's story on the show's final season! Something will be changed! I would really love You if You stayed till the end, but if You don't like the change, then I'm sorry. ❤

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Quinn, Alexandria

Carol, Jesus, and I were working by the wall. Jesus told us what happened with Aaron and Gabriel the last time they went out. My good mood vanished. At the end of the day, Carol straightened her back, put her hands on her hips, and checked out the wall.

"I think we did good today," she said, pleased with our work. Jesus and I looked at the wall too, we were nodding in agreement.

"Yeah," said Jesus. "It was a pleasure to work with you today, ladies."

"You're going somewhere?" asked Carol, frowning her eyebrows, while she started arranging tools in the kit.

"Yeah, I'm going out with Aaron tomorrow, to scavenge. After what happened with Gabriel last time, I don't want to leave his side."

I softly touched Jesus's arm.

"Be careful out there," I said concerned.

"Always," he said and patted my hand to reassure me. I took my hand away, he nodded goodbye, and left. It was scary to think about the trouble Aaron and Gabriel got into last time they went out. I hope Jesus won't get into any dangerous situation. As I turned back to face Carol, I saw Daryl arriving, with two dead squirrels hanging over his shoulder. He was heading to his house, greeted me with a nod, but didn't stop. I waved at him. He glanced at Carol as she was arranging tools with her back towards him.

"Daryl's back," I said. Carol shrugged her shoulder, didn't look up.

"Okay," that's all she said. I rolled my eyes. When are they going to get on the same page?

"I'm going home too," I said.

"Have fun," she said as she glanced at me with an impish smile.

"Carol…" I said scoldingly, smiling back at her, then I headed to my house. I glanced in Negan's direction, he was taking off his working gloves. I stopped to wait for him. He caught up with me, with a slight smile on his face.

"Everything good?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Maggie didn't like it, we were in a good mood today," he said as we walked home together.

"That's her problem. I'm not going to be depressed to make her feel better."

"Oh? That's nice to hear. I was afraid you're gonna be all gloomy because of her."

"I was thinking the same about you," I said as I smiled at him.

"Well, that's settled then. No sad faces," he smiled. I got the key out of my pocket and opened the door. I had some eggs and a little bread left, so I decided to make scrambled eggs. I washed my hands and headed to the garden, to set up a little fire.

"Still no electricity?" asked Negan as I was crouching by the fire.

"Carol set it back up, but I don't want to use it when there are alternatives."

"Okay. Can I help with something?"

"No, it's almost ready," I said as I stirred the eggs. Then I took the pan and we went back inside and sat at the kitchen table. I lit a couple of candles to see, it was already semi-dark. We ate in silence.

"How was your day?" I asked when I finished.

Negan chuckled.

"What?" I asked smiling.

"It sounded so normal. Like we just got home from work, not living in the apocalypse," he said.

"Well, we kind of did, except we do live in the apocalypse."

He nodded, still smiling.

"Nothing happened by the way. Gabe told me what to do and I did it," he said.

"Nice," I said as I stood up to take our plates to the washer. "How's Gabriel? I bet he is upset because of what happened during their scavenge with Aaron."

"Yeah, he wasn't in a good mood. I tried to keep a low profile, not to piss him off."

"That's very thoughtful of you."

"He'll get over it," said Negan, waved it off. I arranged the plates then I turned to him.

"We shouldn't shower today. We have to save water."

"That's okay," he said.

I headed upstairs to change into pajamas. I closed the door behind me, hoping Negan wouldn't repeat what he did in the morning. And he didn't, I was grateful for that. He was a gentleman after all. I lit a candle beside the bed as well, to see my way. I went downstairs to make sure all candles are blown in the kitchen, so they wouldn't set the house on fire. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. Negan was sitting on the couch with his back towards me, all laid back, shirtless. One of his legs rested up on the couch. I felt my heart skip a beat. Now I couldn't look away, I was staring at his back, his arms, his shoulders, his neck…

He heard my steps, so he turned around, I snapped out of it.

"Can I go upstairs now?" he asked, then he frowned his eyebrows seeing my face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I answered without hesitation. "Yeah, go upstairs, I'm blowing out the candles," I said embarrassed, my face so red again. Thank god, he couldn't see it in this semi-darkness. I hurried to the kitchen table, avoiding his eyes. I heard his footsteps as he went up. I checked the doors and windows, all locked, then I blew out the candles and followed him upstairs. He was wearing his pajama this time, black pants and a white T-shirt. I let out a sigh of relief.

"I can't unnotice that something's bothering you," he stated the obvious as he closed the closet.

"Nothing's bothering me," I said trying to sound normal, but I was so nervous. Of course, it was bothering me how handsome and attractive he was!

He stepped closer and investigated my face, trying to read what was going on in my head. He got the wrong idea.

"Is it Maggie?" he asked.

"What?"

"Maggie is bothering you," he said. I completely forgot about Maggie.

"No, nothing's bothering me," I said, giggling nervously as I quickly went to bed. He followed me, frowning his eyebrows. He settled in bed by my side. "Good night," I said quickly and was about to blow out the candle next to the bed when Negan took my hand. I looked at him, his face was so close to mine.

"I know what's bothering you," he said quietly and kissed me. I felt such firework in my chest, I was floating in the pink dust, I was so in love with him. And also, I was so attracted to him, sexually. When he stopped and backed away, he was smiling widely, so mischievously again. He figured out what was bothering me. I turned away quickly, gasped for air.

"Good night," I repeated and blew out the candle quickly. I heard him chuckle. He was messing with my head. He was so entertained by how I reacted to him. And now that he figured it out, he knew exactly how I felt and made it even more entertaining for him. I took some deep breaths to calm myself down, trying not to make a sound, so he wouldn't hear me struggling. My heart was beating so fast, it almost jumped out of my chest. Fortunately, he didn't mess with me anymore, eventually, we fell asleep.

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Next morning

This was the first night I didn't have nightmares. When I woke up, I felt Negan's head was on my shoulder. I didn't even realize when did he nestle close to me. He was still asleep. If I get up, he'll wake up. I didn't want to wake him up. So, I just stayed like that, waiting for him to open his eyes. He was breathing gently. I was watching him, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His hair was all ruffled, he looked so handsome. I valued inner qualities more than looks, but I was so attracted to his looks, he just took my breath away. He could have looked like anything, I would still love him, but on top of that came this handsome face of his. Suddenly he put his arm over my belly and pulled me closer like I was his pillow. He nestled even closer and buried his beautiful face in my neck. I gasped. Suddenly he started to speak:

"Your heart beats so loud," he said quietly, with his eyes still closed. I got so embarrassed, and it didn't help his breath was tickling my neck. I turned my face towards his and put my cheek on his temple. I tried to act cool, maybe he didn't hear my heartbeat, he was just messing with me. But then he moved and put his head straight on my chest. Now I was screwed, he was definitely listening to my heartbeat and of course, it went like crazy. I buried my face in my hands. I heard him giggle.

"I should get up before I give you a heart attack," he said joking.

"You really do enjoy this, don't you?" I asked, exhaling sharply.

"Enjoy what exactly? I'm not doin' anything," he said with pretended innocence to make me say it.

"Enjoy messing with me," I said finally. He chuckled.

"This is gonna pass, let me enjoy it while I can," he said while he nestled back to his original position onto my shoulder. I frowned my eyebrows.

"What is going to pass?" I asked strictly.

"This… this whole thing," he said sleepily.

"Are you talking about my feelings or our relationship?" I asked, offended.

"Sooner or later you're gonna see me for the monster I am and you'll leave."

I couldn't believe what I just heard. I sat up slightly and turned to face him. He lay back on his pillow and looked me in the eye while I bent over him.

"I am not planning to leave you," I said slowly, pressing every word. "This…" I grabbed his hand and put it on my chest to feel my heartbeat. "You can make fun of this, but it is real," I said standing his gaze, while my heart almost jumped out, into his palm.

He looked at me so lovingly, melting my heart. He took my other hand and placed it gently on his chest. His heart was beating so fast, just like mine. We were looking at each other with such love I was afraid I might melt like an iceberg in the desert. Suddenly, I got an idea. A mischievous one. He enjoys messing with me? Then I should mess with him too.

I leaned closer, like I was about to kiss him, but then, I felt his heartbeat change, just before our lips almost touched. Just as I expected. I stopped.

"It's my turn to mess with you," I said, this time I was smiling mischievously. He started smiling too, he didn't expect me to do this. I let go of his hand and got out of bed, without kissing him.

"Jesus Christ…" he said, letting out a sigh. "Now, you're gonna get this back."

"You started this, I gave it back to you now," I said glancing at him and then to take it to the next level, I dropped my pajama pants to get changed. My T-shirt was so long it covered my butt anyway, but his reaction was priceless. He was staring speechless, checking out my legs.

"Okay, now, you won't get away with this," he said and grabbed my waist and pulled me back to bed. He got on top of me and was about to kiss me when someone banged on the front door.

"Who the hell is this?" asked Negan disappointed.

"I'm gonna go check," I said.

"Wait a little, perhaps they'll leave," he said and was about to kiss me again when they banged on the door again.

"I can't believe it," he said disappointed and lay back to bed next to me. I gathered myself up and went downstairs to check. My heart was pounding in my ears. Seconds ago we were about to… I couldn't even finish the sentence inside my head, I was so embarrassed. I exhaled sharply before I opened the door. I thought it was Carol, who else would it be, so I just opened the door in a T-shirt and panties.

I was struck by lightning when I saw Daryl standing in front of me.

"What the hell, Daryl?!" I was pulling my T-shirt down to make it cover everything, but still, my legs were showing. Daryl was just as surprised as I was for a moment, then suddenly went like:

"Ha! Cockblock!" he yelled to Negan with such gloat, I almost started laughing too.

"Screw you, Dixon!" came the reply from upstairs.

"Daryl!" I said scoldingly. I did a facepalm as he was giggling like a teenager who pulled a prank successfully. I never heard Daryl giggle like that. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I stood behind the door, only stuck my head out, to cover myself fully. Daryl was still smiling.

"Nice legs," he said, my face went red.

"Daryl! I asked you what the hell are you doing here?" I asked once again, his smile faded away.

"You two should come. A part of the wall broke again. Walkers didn't get in, but it must be fixed today," he said seriously. I was examining him with my eyes.

"You better not be joking with something like this, just to interrupt us," I said seriously.

"Not joking. The wall really needs to be fixed," he said now seriously. "But I'm glad for the timing," he added, smiling again.

I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes, then making a facepalm again.

"Okay, we're going," I turned my eyes back at Daryl, he looked embarrassed too, with a half-smile on his face. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said smiling, then turned his back on me to leave. I closed the door behind him. I leaned my back against the door, covered my face in my hands. Daryl saw me almost naked. I heard Negan's footsteps, coming downstairs. He was already dressed and ready to leave.

"You should get dressed too, or wanna come like this to fix the wall?" he asked smiling. "If you come like this, no one's gonna look at the wall."

"You're such an idiot," I said smiling and hurried upstairs to get dressed. He waited for me downstairs but then I quickly walked away from him, because I was so embarrassed, especially after what Daryl said to him. I wanted to escape both Negan and Daryl that day. I caught a glimpse of Carol and approached her, to help her with the wall.

"What happened?" I asked.

"This piece of crap didn't hold. We have to find something else to support it," she said.

I was examining the wall when Daryl walked past by us, he was heading out again. Carol glanced at him, right at that moment when my eyes met with his and Daryl flashed his eyebrows at me. I did a facepalm again, shaking my head disbelievingly. Daryl was smiling widely as he closed the gate behind himself.

"What on earth was that?" asked Carol. I recounted to her what happened a couple of minutes ago and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Can you imagine?" I asked disbelievingly, laughing with her. "I was standing there in panties, covering myself with my shirt and he just goes "cockblock"" I said in a suppressed voice so no one else would hear, but Carol was laughing so heartily, some people turned their heads towards us. I haven't seen Carol laugh so much in a long time, I was happy I could make her.

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Author's notes: Listen to "My life would suck without you" by Kelly Clarkson.

Thank You for reading! ❤