A/N In the comics, Carson was more like Negan's advisor. He actually reminded me a lot of Milton. Also, Tara was with Negan before they found Sanctuary in the comic. I've changed that in this story. Arat for the TV crowd.
Side note: Harlan is NOT a Savior. I just like him so he's usually with Negan in my fics. I do what I want.
There's a ton of commotion once I'm downstairs. "John, what is all this about?"
John is one of the men that Dwight had in his group. He's pretty fucking shady if you ask me, but he is loyal to me. Well, for now. He did roll over on Dwight once I came along. "Some people just showed up, boss. They're in the courtyard."
People? I count twelve when I get to the gates. "Who is in charge here?"
"I am," a woman speaks up.
"Well… do you have a name?"
"Of course I have a fucking name. Who doesn't have a name?"
"How about you fucking tell me, or quit wasting my precious motherfucking time."
She curves her hostility and relaxes her hand that was going for her knife. "It's Tara."
"That wasn't so fucking hard now, was it? I'm Negan, and I lead the Saviors." I think this is the first time that I've actually announced we have some kind of club name or something. The others seem to really like having an identity.
After I speak with her group, I extend the offer for them to stay. Explain how my point system works and what's to be expected of them. As luck would have it, they have a doctor named Harlan. Harlan's brother is also with this group. Carson. I guess because of Vin, I have a soft spot for this Carson fuck in glasses. He seems way too nervous, but he's goddamn good with numbers and shit. "You're going to be my go-to." This way, I don't have everyone up my fucking ass twenty-four hours a goddamn day. They can report to him, and he can report to me.
The rest of the people in Tara's group weren't anything special, but I guess only time will tell. "Anything you brought with you, keep. Anything scavenged from here on out goes in our supply room." It's not really that difficult of a system I've devised. You basically work for points. Then trade those points for things you need. This keeps people from being lazy fucks. If you want to sit on your ass all day, fine, but you'll starve.
I stand up on the second level as I look out over the cafeteria. This group puts us at seventy-three people. Which puts us just one step closer to Salvation Sixty Six. I can't wait for the day I am face to face with Alder again. Cocksucking motherfucking motherfucker.
While everyone eats, I return to my room. Once inside, I reach down and grab my calf. Fuck. That goddamn cut on the back of my leg is killing me. I try to get a good look at it, but can't tug my jeans up enough. Oh, well. It'll go away.
"Come on, let's go to bed," I tell Vin. She's in the bathroom. When she doesn't have anything smart assed to say, it really fucks with me. I don't want a woman who is subservient in the things I say. I love the fact that Vin always has something to retort back with. So moments like these really make me appreciate that mouth all the more. "Maybe it's not the right time to say this, but I got rubbers."
She takes the box from me and inspects it over. "There are only thirty-six in this box."
My lip coils upward. "That's my girl. Pour me a drink, then come strip for me." I have a seat down on my large armchair. The more we fuck, the more she starts to gain some confidence which is something I was little worried about because of how reluctant she was to fuck me.
The following day when we return from a supply run, she locks her fingers around my cock and backs me against the truck. "We're not alone," I grin. A few people are on fence duty and Tara is in the guard tower. I start to laugh when Vin unzips my pants and gets to her knees. "You fucking slut." I grab her by the back of the hair. I'm pretty rough with her, but Vin and I agreed to have a safe signal. She double taps her shoulder or mine if things get too intense for her. We haven't run into that yet, but we still have a lot to explore. I am the luckiest fuck alive.
I fold my arms across my chest and debate how to sneak this snow globe past my men. Hmmm.
"Uh," John clears his throat.
I play it off. "What? I was thirsty."
"Here, boss. I got water. Don't drink that shit in there."
Now I feel like a pussy and an idiot. "Check the back room." Once he's out of sight, I stuff the fucker in my jacket. It kinda makes me think… what's to stop my men from sneaking shit when scavenging? I guess if someone catches me, I can use it as an example. Thankfully, I don't and I make it back to our room undetected.
Vin isn't home yet. I have her, Connor, and Teddy doing a run to map the parameter.
I end up dozing off and when I wake up, my cock is in her mouth. After I find my release, she doesn't want anything in return. She just quietly goes to clean her glasses that I kinda shot some of my load on. "Sorry," I laugh. "Guess you didn't see that coming."
Vin starts to crack up. "That was clever."
"Yeah, baby, I am. You got the best."
"I do," she smiles. "I wanted to talk to you about something. One of the new arrivals is getting grabby with Teddy. She's scared to tell Simon… you know, that he might kill the guy."
"Who is it?" Keep your fucking cool.
"I just know that he's got a skullet."
"..." Huh? The fuck… is a skullet? Whatever. "Bring Teddy up here." I pace so furiously, there are skid marks from my boots on the floor.
Teddy seems shaken up when she steps in the room. This fuck didn't get a little grabby with her. He cornered her in the restroom. In the women's restroom.
Goddammit! I haul ass down to the third level to find Carson. "Call a meeting. Now. Everyone."
"Sir, it's late. Shouldn't it wait—"
"Meeting, now," I raise my voice.
He cowers and runs off.
"Don't touch me, Vin." I shake her hand off my arm. I don't want to be consoled right now. All I see is fucking red. I just keep thinking about Alder. About how I won't have my women live in fear that because society's rules are gone it's a fucking free for all. No goddamn way.
Most everyone has turned in for the night, so it's a bunch of spaced looks.
That's ok, they'll wake up soon enough. "Saviors, I'll make this brief because this isn't really a talking sort of meeting. Simon, come here."
Simon moves through the crowd until he's at my side.
"You," I point at the greasy fuck who has had his hands on Teddy. When the man is in range, I swing Lucille right against his chest as it drops him to the floor. "Let me make this clear as fucking clear can get. If you touch a woman without her consent, you die." I set my hand on Simon's shoulder and lean in to tell him the things this fuck tried to do to Teddy.
Simon, as he should, as any real man would, sees a punishment fit for the filth.
"If you go into the women's restroom, you die. Keep your goddamn hands to yourself, or..." I slam Lucille down on skullet's outstretched hand as Simon pummels him. Then I fling Lucille outward as blood splatters some people on the front row. "If I get the feeling that you're not all there. That you pose a threat. That you're capable of instability, you're gone. The rules are pretty simple. The rules keep us alive. Now get the fuck on with what you were doing." I glance down at Simon. "Chain him to the fence. Let him be a warning to the others." I'm sure everyone is going to sleep safe and fucking sound after that display, but I have no tolerance for that kind of shit. If we don't take care of each other, what's the fucking point of trying to rebuild what we once had? Disgusting!
I change from my bloody white shirt.
"I'll wash it." Vin extends out her arm.
I keep hold on the shirt when she takes it from me. "That wasn't a situation where I needed to be comforted. You understand that, right?"
"I didn't know. I was just trying to help."
"There will be times when I need to be a leader, and I don't need you trying to fucking coddle me!"
"I'm sorry."
I give her a grunt then walk away to shower. Part of me doesn't know where this anger is coming from. It's like these last twenty-four hours I've been a bit on edge for some reason.
You know you've fucked up when a woman has her back to you before you even make it in the bed. And they take up just the smallest sliver of it, too. I go around the bed and kneel down in front of her. "Look at me. I wasn't even mad at you, ok? I lost my temper because this shit is still pretty sensitive to me. I just kept seeing Alder and the way he humiliated you. It was wrong of me for snapping at you. I mean, yeah, I didn't want to be touched, but that's only because of how angry I was."
"That apology was fucked."
"I'm fucking sorry. I don't want to go to bed mad. We both work way too goddamn hard for a sleepless night. How do I fix this?"
"Don't let things bottle up and then bite my head off for it. Channel your anger appropriately."
"I'd like to bite something of yours."
"That time has come and gone. As a woman, I found it very arousing to watch you take control. Then your mouth ruined it."
"Let me go kick Dwight's ass. You can watch."
"No."
"Fuck. I cockblocked myself!"
"Yes, you did."
"I didn't mean to talk to you the way I did, Vin. I'm sorry."
"That apology is better," she smiles.
I move on the bed, stretching over her. What starts off as some slow intimate bullshit, quickly gets filthy as fuck. "Goddamn, I don't have any fluids left."
"I left marks on your neck from where my hands were."
"Fine by me." I watch her fingers trail my chest and down my stomach. It feels incredible, especially the lower she gets. My heavy eyes start to close.
Her lips press to my ear. "I want you again."
"Yeah, I'm pretty goddamn irresistible," I smirk.
"Fuck me, Negan."
"As much as I want to, I can't. We don't work like you women do." I tug at my limp cock. "Out of service."
"That's hardly fair."
"I know," I laugh until it's silenced from her sitting on my face. As tired as I am, I give it my all since I remember the days when I couldn't even fantasize about this because it seemed so unrealistic. That and she pretty much lets me do whatever I want to her. How things have changed.
Almost heaven, West Virginia. Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
I lazily open my eyes to the record player. "What in god's name is this?"
"John fucking Denver," she smiles. "Here, I made you coffee. I know you don't want to hear this, but take it easy today. Your coloring is off this morning."
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
"Probably from this terrible song. Turn it off," I laugh.
"It's better than the shifting noises of the factory." Vin's got this thing about repetitive noise and something above our room keeps making this squeaking noise. "I'm going up there today."
"Be my fucking guest." And I got this thing about heights. Which is ironic being 6 foot 8 and afraid of heights, but that's plenty high for me. "Bring me my jacket, would you?" I fish out the snow globe and hand it over. "I got you this."
She starts to laugh. "It says Vegan for life."
"I know, that's why I got the damn thing." I show her what happens if she shakes it as the fake snow circles the globe.
"Thank you, Negan."
"Sir," Carson knocks.
"Come in." Jesus Christ. I went through a lot for that fucking globe and now I can't even enjoy some thank you fuckey sucky.
"One of the scouts returned with news about another community. A large one with huge walls. And a historic house sits in the middle."
"I read about that place," Vin starts. "It's the Barrington House."
"It's still standing then, it'll be there later. Leave us," I tell Carson. I'm not about to walk into a trap like Salvation Sixty Six.
Vin's eyes shift to the ceiling at the noise.
I give her a breathed laugh. "I'm going to start my day."
"I think you should lay down more. You don't look well."
"Look, I'm fine. I can't lay around because I'm tired."
"Do you want me to come with you to Barrington house?"
"No, I don't want to take any women with me."
"Not everyone will be like Salvation Sixty Six, Negan."
That's just not a risk I'm willing to take.
Fuck it's cold in here, yet I'm sweating. I gotta piss again, but nothing is coming out when I do.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
"Vin, I thought I said to turn the record player off?"
My men all stare down at me from the meeting table like I've lost my goddamn mind. I have lost my goddamn mind because I'm hearing that music again.
"Boss," John calls for a second time.
"Get on with it," I snap, closing my jacket more together for warmth. As this meeting continues, my condition turns even shittier. Did I eat last night? Yeah. Right? No, I don't think I did. Maybe it's not the meat sweats then.
"Sir?"
The voice that prompted me, I can't even recall to whom it belongs. "I don't…" I rise up from the table, steadying myself with my hands. Fuck. Did I get bit at the mall and not realize it? What the fuck is happ— "...hng..." I drop to the floor.
A/N I wrote this chapter when the Fallout 76 trailer was released, so that's why the John Denver song.