Negan took himself and Michonne back to the camp he had visited first, back where Beta half strangled Carol.
Or at least he thought he had.
Only there was no gate to get out of the truck and open. And the sign now said 'Higgins Haven'. Negan clenched his jaw, not liking the change in signage worth shit! But it looked as if the barn and house were the same. He pulled up next to the house and Michonne jumped out, dropped to the ground and promptly threw up! She felt as if she could still taste Beta's nasty flesh in her mouth and the idea of it made her sick!
Negan said nothing as he knelt down beside her and held her dreads, so they would not get puke in them. When she was finally done, they just sat on the ground, together, quietly until Negan, of course, just had to talk.
"You puked because you took a chunk out of Jolly Green Giant's face, right? It wasn't because of what happened between us in the hot tub, was it?"
Michonne wrenched away from him, stood up and walked up the porch and into the house! Negan got up and followed in after her, thinking she had been careless going into the cabin like that, without checking for walkers.
But when he got in there, Negan saw no sign of anything and Michonne was hurrying up the stairs to look for a bathroom. She found one and saw what she was looking for. Toothpaste and mouthwash! She eyed the sink counter and found a travel toothbrush still wrapped in plastic. Unable to believe her good luck, Michonne clawed it open, swirled toothpaste on it and began brushing her teeth as if her life depended on it!
Negan did not follow her up the stairs, as he went to the kitchen and began looking over the supplies he had found before. They were still there. He set down his weapon and turned on the running water. Negan's eyes took in the broken window in front of him as he shook his head. Someone had tried to escape out of this window. It was too high for anyone to have tried to come in this way. Too high for even Beta.
Negan turned away and walked over to a set of cabinets he had opened. He pulled out two bowls and went about the task of fixing dinner for himself and Michonne. It was getting dark and he doubted Beta could get here on foot before morning—maybe the middle of the night at least. He would fix dinner, then ask Michonne some hard questions about whatever the hell Beta was talking about at that other campsite.
Michonne brushed, spit and gargled until she couldn't any longer. At least it had worked. Biting part of Beta's face off had gotten herself and Negan out of their hot tub situation alive. She walked into a bedroom, looked through the closets and found a robe to wear.
She then drifted out of the bedroom to the smell of something she had not smelled in a long time.
Soup, if she was not mistaken.
Michonne walked down the winding staircase to find that Negan, while wearing a similar looking robe, had set up a table for two in front of a fireplace. Negan had found a tablecloth and napkins, along with some kind of place settings. There was chicken noodle soup, with very thin noodles and a grilled cheese sandwiches, cut diagonally. But that wasn't the most amazing part—there was PEPSI!
"Oh my God! This was here this whole time? The Pepsi is fizzing!" Michonne's noted with delight.
Negan nodded proudly!
"I know! There was ice in the freezer. Whoever these people were, before Beta got to them, had good supplies. We need to find out where they came from." he said, as he pulled out a chair for Michonne to sit in. She did so and Negan moved to sit across from her. The soup was almost broth like.
"What kind of soup is this?" Michonne asked between sips.
"Something out of a box. I think it said 'Mrs. Snoddgrass' or something. I couldn't find an expiration date. But since all I had to do is pour it in boiling water…" Negan trailed off, then wolfed down his grilled cheese. Michonne couldn't believe there was fresh cheese around!
"I'm surprised Beta didn't eat everything here." Michonne nodded, as she bit into her sandwich.
"Beta doesn't look like the eating type." Negan said wryly, as he finished his sandwich and took a sip of Pepsi out of glass. He then set it down and watched Michonne. Hard. So hard that Michonne could no longer eat.
"What?" she asked, setting down her spoon.
"You're actually going to ask me that? What the hell was Giant Ass Fuck talking about back there? He said something about a wife and daughter? Maggie had a kid by him?" Negan asked.
"I don't think he was talking about Maggie." Michonne said quietly. "I think he might have been married already when Maggie knew him. Maybe she didn't know that herself."
Negan snorted but didn't comment about that.
"What did he mean by 'the prison'?" Negan asked.
Michonne shrugged.
"That's where Rick and his group were living when I first joined them. Beta mentioned Tara….Glenn told me something about how he met her that I can't exactly remember. But the gist of it was that her sister had been involved with the man that took the prison from us. She had mistakingly thought he was a good man and realized he wasn't. But her sister had a child and this child looked to this man like a father. That had to be what Beta was talking about."
Negan knew enough about Michonne by now, to realize that getting answers or even information out of her, was like pulling teeth. But he pressed on.
"Who was this man?"
"Man?" Michonne asked as she sipped her soda.
"The man that took the prison from you all. So Rick just let this happen? This 'man' had more people than you did?" Negan asked,
"That man was the reason we ended up here. Maggie might know more." Michonne said dismissively.
"So that's it? I don't get an answer?"
"I don't know the answers, Negan. That's why I have to ask Maggie." she replied calmly, seeing that he was frustrated by her lack of answers.
Negan wiped his mouth with his napkin and set it down. He then looked at her. Even harder than before.
"We now have a problem, Warrior Princess: I watched Beta try and strangle you and you didn't even wheeze. You know exactly what the hell this is all about and you don't think, after all we've been to one another here, that I deserve to know SHIT!"
"Would you calm down." Michonne began in her same, dismissive tone. "I've told you…"
"I know what you've TOLD me!" Negan interrupted. "And I'm telling you that I'm not buying any of it! Beta took his hands off of you, for some reason, which makes me think that there is more going on here than you're telling! Our son could be in danger here but you're too busy keeping secrets from me, his real father, to think about protecting him! You fucking tell me right now what is going on…"
Michonne slowly stood up.
"RJ is not your son. And I'm not going to ask you again, to stop saying that." she said in a threatening tone.
Negan stood up as well.
"RJ is my son. Now stop me from saying it, Michonne."
"Shut-up!"
"RJ is my son! Oh and RICK IS DEAD! I forgot about that too! Your 'Rick disappeared' bullshit!"
Michonne suddenly leaped across the table at Negan, something he fully expected and was prepared for! She attempted to actually claw his eyes out, but he restrained her hands and managed to drag her to a couch, where in which he pinned her body beneath his on the cushions!
"You were super hot biting that fuck's face off like that!" Negan whispered and his lips suddenly covered hers in bruising, yet passion filled kiss! Michonne soon lost the will to pretend to not want him in that moment, and they both clawed at the robes they were wearing just to be free of them! Seconds later, Negan slid his firm length into her, burying himself in her beautiful body.
Negan's mouth found hers again and they kissed hungrily as Michonne shamefully enjoyed the feel of his pulsing root, that was now fully immersed inside of her. Negan began to move within her, slowly at first, until they were both bucking feverishly against one another, their skin slapping against one another in a furious sounding rhythm, until they were lost in a chasm of spiraling lust that for Negan, only confirmed that he and Michonne belonged together, and for Michonne, only confused her even more as to what she should do about Negan, Darryl and…Rick.
Their bodies were still intimately entwined, as they lay on the couch together, spooned against one another. They both watched the day begin to simmer into darkness, without moving or talking.
Then Negan spoke.
"Tell me how you want to play this when we get back." he whispered, licking her ear.
"I think we should stick to our deal." Michonne said, sighing.
Negan sighed.
"What" Michonne asked, as she continued to stare out of the window. She saw a walker looking in the window.
"You still think that my son is Rick's, don't you? That's what your hoping for?"
Michonne could hear hurt in his tone, but her eyes were on the walker. She began to pull out of his hold.
"I'll take care of that one, then we'll talk, okay?" she said. Negan let her up, but reached for her chin for a quick kiss, before letting her up. His eyes turned to lustful slits as he watched her naked form find her sword and go outside to kill the walker. He wanted her to bring that sword to their bed every night! And he intended on them having one bed together, along with one life—with their children.
Negan got up and looked around for his robe, when he glanced out of the window. There were other walkers approaching and he cursed, knowing Michonne would need help! He looked around for a weapon, grabbed a fireplace poker and hurried to join her outdoors.
Then, the damnedest thing happened.
The walkers stopped when they saw Michonne. Some of the fresh ones, kneeled before her, while the others walked off. One, Negan could have sworn, nodded to her!
Two saw him and growled angrily, coming towards him! Michonne beheaded them both, then turned and walked back inside, saying nothing to Negan. Negan backed back inside of the house, closed the door and bolted it. Michonne calmly walked over to her robe and put it on. She did not look at Negan.
"Tell me you saw that? You had to have noticed that none of those undead fucks wanted to mess with you?" Negan asked her. Michonne nodded, then sat down on the couch in shock. Negan could see she was upset and he set down the poker and joined her.
"I think when I bit Beta's face….the walkers don't bother him either. That's how he's survived among them." Michonne said in a hollow voice.
"And now you're even more bad ass then you were before…I think this is great! Why are you upset?"
Michonne stared at him as if he had lost his mind!
"Why am I upset? The undead think I'm one of them now! Like how Beta is…we need to go home tonight!" she insisted. "I have to tell Darryl what has happened!
Negan gave her a dark look.
"No." he said. Michonne stood up.
"Fine. You stay here. Give me the keys."
Now Negan stood.
"Now you see, 'keys' is the operative word here. I have them and you don't. I'm not giving them to you until we think this thing out. You and me. Not you and Darryl."
"Fine." Michonne replied curtly. "I'll go on foot. It's not like the walkers will bother with me."
"But Beta might." Negan responded quietly, before seizing her by the waist and puling her to him. "Don't leave. Let's wait until morning. We'll go back to Alexandria and figure this thing out. Okay?"
Michonne knew Negan was really asking her to not run to Darryl for help. She had no intention of not telling him what was going on. But it could wait until morning.
"Okay." she said and did not resist as Negan slowly slid her robe off of her.
Against his better judgement, Darryl had agreed to let Carol come along to search for Michonne and Negan. They arrived at Camp Forest Green and found the messed up hot tub, along with bits of skin. No one was around and there were no sign of walkers, which was a good thing, since he didn't remember Carol being that skilled at killing back on Herschel's farm.
Darryl bent down and found wet clothing in the hot tub room. Carol noticed it too.
"Wasn't Negan wearing that earlier?" Carol asked. She peered at Darryl's face and realized she had been stupid to see Rosita or even Connie, as her rival for Darryl's love. Michonne was clearly the problem. She now wondered how long this woman had been coming between herself and Darryl?
"Yeah." was all Darryl said, not liking any of this one damned bit! He surveyed the room, trying to piece together what happened in here, as Carol moved off to other rooms, looking through the house. Clearly, the walkers that had been here had been dealt with, and there were supplies here that could be used at Alexandria.
Carol stopped in a bedroom and looked around. She opened dresser drawers and closets and found women's clothing. She pulled everything out and tossed it on the bed, then went about folding everything. Someone at Alexandria might be able to wear some of these things. Carol sat on the end of the bed doing this, when Darryl appeared in the doorway.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Getting things ready to take back to Alexandria." Carol answered simply. "Maybe you should look through some of the bedrooms too? You might find stuff you can use."
"We're here to find Michonne and Negan." Darryl replied.
"And they're clearly not here now."
"Carol, we came on my motorcycle. How are we supposed to get that stuff back?"
Carol shrugged.
"You all returned in a van from that place you were at. Ride back and bring it back here. I'll be fine here." she replied. Darryl did not answer her and she finally stopped folding and gave him her full attention.
Darryl cleared is throat and crossed the threshold into the room.
"I'm not leaving you here alone. I found walkers that Michonne and Negan took care of in another room up here."
Carol stood up.
"And if there are more then I will deal with them. But you should go."
"Michonne and Negan are not here. They're probably at another camp. We need to leave."
Carol folded her arms.
"Why didn't you just tell me we weren't married back in the infirmary?"
"Who told you that?"
"What does it matter?" Carol retorted. "You let me believe that we had been married and that we had shared a child. But that wasn't true. Ezekiel was my husband and you killed him. I understand why. I think I even understand his motives, though I don't remember him. I just need to know why you weren't honest with me?"
Darryl leaned against the dresser.
"I figured everything you needed to know, would come back to you on your own. That and there is so much going on…it was just easier."
"Okay. So let's say that Maggie had never left Alexandria and I was released from the infirmary. Would you have still pretended we were married? I mean I would have had to live with you, right? I would have expected…"
"We need to leave. You know now. And maybe you now realize why I need to find Michonne. Negan told you that to cause trouble. He's nothing but that. We need to get going." he told her, before walking out of the room. Carol looked around at all of the clothing and things they had to leave, so that Darryl could chase after a woman that was clearly where she wanted to be—with Negan.
Michonne's body accepted Negan's for the third time that day, on that couch in Higgins Haven.
Shockwaves of passion swarmed through her as Michonne rode Negan's distended organ earnestly. Negan's own body was encased with feverish passion for this woman, who he sensed was not giving him all of herself in this moment. What she had not yet given him, belonged to someone who had been gone for almost seven years.
Negan's eyes moved from Michonne's to the window, where in which he saw more walkers making their way towards the cabin. Something compelled Negan to probe the limits of his own sensations and endurance and he cupped Michonne's buttocks and picked her up, while they were still entwined!
"What are you doing?" Michonne breathed, still enveloped in their whirlwind lovemaking. She saw he was heading towards the front door of the cabin and suddenly she paid careful attention to what was going on!
"What? Negan? What are you doing?" she asked as Negan got the door open, with her still impaled on his meaty erection and hurried onto the porch—where walkers were waiting!
"Negan!" Michonne now yelled, but Negan's response was to quiet her with a fierce kiss, as the walkers moved past them. Some went into the house, some bowed and turned around to leave. Their response only heightened Negan's hunger for Michonne and before he knew it his raging desire reached and urgent and stormy peak, that left them both vibrating with shock.
Negan slowly carried her back into the house, where they both heard the sound of walkers in the kitchen. They managed to disengage themselves before Michonne closed the front door and Negan killed the walkers. He walked back into the front room and faced her.
"What was that?" Michonne asked in a whisper.
"I needed to know for sure."
"So you put us both in danger so you could…what, Negan? What was that?"
"The best damned fuck I've ever had! And don't tell me you don't feel the same." he said, tossing aside the poker he had used to brain the walkers in the kitchen.
"What we had was a moment. Or two. We thought we were going to die and we forgot ourselves." Michonne said primly, now looking around for her robe.
"That's what you plan to tell Darryl and the others if they get suspicious?" Negan asked, grinning.
"That's what I plan to tell them if you run your mouth about it, like you always do!" Michonne retorted. "You could have killed us!"
"And I wouldn't have had to do that, if you had made love to me like you did in that jail cell! Rick is still between us. DEAD Rick!"
"I thought you were Rick then." Michonne said calmly.
"And I think I made it pretty clear that that wasn't always the case." Negan replied, as his eyes fell upon Darryl and Carol, coming down the path on his motorcycle. Negan grinned again!
"Awww! Look who's here! It's the Darryl and Carol Dixon! Won't they be surprised to see us looking like this!"
"Negan," Michonne warned him, "if you don't put on that robe and tell them that we were wet from the hot tub…"
"Among other things."
"Or that we had no time to put on clothes…or that Beta ripped them off…just…can you at least have my back on this? Look, I'll go along with anything you want to do at Alexandria. But don't let Darryl see us like this." Michonne quietly begged.
Negan nodded. He then looked around for his robe and put it on. Michonne gave him a cursory look over. Yes, it would still look bad that they were half dressed but…well…Michonne would come up with something to tell Darryl and Carol.
She turned away to open the door, not seeing Negan drop his robe. He then hurried up behind her and lifted her from behind, before hurrying out onto the porch!
"Hey, Darryl! Carol! Michonne and I were just going over our wedding plans! Come on in and join us! Carol, Michonne wants you to be her maid of honor!" Negan yelled, as he held a struggling and shocked Michonne, tightly from behind.
Darryl jumped off his motorcycle and rushed up on the porch! He tackled Negan but that took Michonne down too onto the porch floor! Carol just stood by the motorcycle and smiled. Negan was an interesting man and maybe, because of him, all was not lost when it came to her and Darryl.