Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking Dead, this is just for fun. I do, however, own my original characters including, but not limited to, Lucia.
Three Months Later
Lucia sat in one of the guard towers, keeping an eye out on the horizon. She wasn't technically on guard duty at the moment, that rarely happened since she had become one of the top lieutenants, but an extra hand was needed today, and she wasn't above helping cover a guard shift or two when needed. Plus, it gave her time to herself and allowed her to sort through the thoughts swirling in her mind.
The current landscape was bleak, dead, and covered in a thin layer of snow. She had adored the winter, until the world went to shit, that is. The dead has a tendency to get buried under snowdrifts and partially freeze. That lead to people more likely getting bit by the undead trapped under the snow. In a world where people were dwindling, the last thing that anyone needed was another way to be eliminated.
She was attempting to plan as she watched the harsh landscape around her. Lucia was assigned to a supply run that was rolling out tomorrow and she wanted to be ready for it. This one was her show, she was in charge. It was the first run where she would be pulling the strings herself. She wanted to be prepared, she wanted to be able to get the supplies that they needed and to head back without incident. She knew that they couldn't control what was outside of these walls, but she could control how ready they were to handle the shitstorm of this world.
Negan paced back and forth in the conference room as his top lieutenants settled into their chairs, ready to begin. He surveyed the group, frowning, before he let out a enraged growl. Everyone shifted in their seats, wondering what had caused him his sudden change of temperament. Shit was going to go down, that much was for certain, but no one wanted that shit going down on their head.
"You forgot something," Negan said in a falsely calm voice. "Dwight, do you know what the fuck you all forgot?"
Dwight looked up at Negan from under his stringy hair, shaking his head. "Uh, no Boss."
Negan frowned, running his tongue over his straight white teeth. His free hand crept into his beard while his gloved hand gripped Lucille loosely. He waited a moment, to see if anyone would speak up.
His voice grew louder, giving off a false sense of joviality, "Does anyone in this fuckin' room know what the hell they fuckin' forgot? I sure do, it's starin' at me like a sore thumb. Anyone here wanna wager a guess?"
The more silence that he was met with, the more his anger grew.
"Where in the name of motherfuckin' all that is goddamn good and holy in this mess of a world is she? Did any one of you shit for brains remember that when I called this fuckin' meeting over the radio that this was to discuss the supply run tomorrow? And who is goddamn runnin' that show tomorrow?"
The dozen or so lieutenants shifted in their seats, realizing their error. They all looked around, every single mind racing, trying to figure out how they could cast the blame onto another. Simon, the top lieutenant, sighed before looking right into Negan's eyes which were burning cold with fury.
"It's Lucia's show tomorrow," Simon calmly stated. "The run is all hers."
Negan offered him a smile, it was cold, not reaching his eyes. "Abso-fuckin'-lutely correct, Simon! Glad to see someone in the class is paying attention. So now here's the real question, the pop quiz for today: Where the fuck is she?" he yelled, slamming his bat down on the table.
Davy, a bearded lieutenant with bug like, protruding eyes, answered, "There was a shortage in the guard shift this morning, we lost one to a roamer last night, I got her to cover it. She's in the east tower."
The dark haired Savior's eyes landed on the lieutenant's, he tilted his head slowly, nodding his head. "So what you're fuckin' tellin' me is that one of my top lieutenants, my number three gal, is on goddamn guard duty?! Do you think that maybe, just maybe, she has more important things that she needs to be doin' right now than sittin' in a guard tower?!" he roared.
Davy shrugged, clearly not seeing the problem with the situation at hand.
"You knew where she was. You knew full well that this meeting was about HER RUN tomorrow, and yet you still didn't bother to go fucking get her!"
Davy's eyes looked down at the table as he tapped his fingers on the smooth wood nervously. "Lucia has a radio, she keeps it on. She can feel when it goes off. When it does, she finds whoever is the closest soldier with a radio as well and finds out what's going on. She would've felt it, she should be here by herself right now."
Negan's voice went soft, full of ice and cold enough to pierce your soul, "Are you trying to fuckin' tell me that she should've been aware of our meeting here, Davy boy?"
The lieutenant kept his mouth shut, waiting for the man in charge to continue.
"Are you tryin' to tell me that I should blame a motherfucking Deaf chick because in your sorry little head she should've fucking heard over the goddamn radio the information that she needed to know? Is that what you're tryin' to communicate to me here, Davy? Because from where I'm sittin' that seems really fuckin' stupid. See, you knew where she was. You knew what this meeting was about and yet you still fuckin' chose to disregard that shit and left her where she was. How do you think that looks, huh? Screwin' over my number three just because you don't want to be bothered. I'd call ya a pussy, Davy, but you lack the depth and warmth. You're off tomorrow's run, get the fuck out of here before I decide that you deserve somethin' worse."
Davy rose from his seat, looking terrified and royally pissed, "Yes, sir," he muttered as he stomped out, slamming the door behind him.
Negan turned to the remaining lieutenants. "Now, unless any of you sorry assholes have any objections, I'm goin' to go get Lucia myself since none of you seem to be fuckin' capable enough to do so. Sit right fucking here and I'll be back shortly."
The door slammed a second time as the dark haired Savior stormed off to retrieve his lieutenant.
Lucia was still standing at her post, working out the few kinks left in her plan for the next day when a set of leather clad arms wrapped themselves around her, pulling her into a warm body. She sighed in contentment, leaning into the familiar comfort of Negan. Feather light kisses ran a trail down her face, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of the ebony haired Savior's lips and scruff making contact with the sensitive skin on her neck.
"You know," she hummed, "you still can't sneak up on me. It's simply not going to happen, I could see you coming for me."
Negan placed his face in the crook of her neck, chuckling. It sent delicious shivers coursing through her body, for she could feel the laugh reverberate in his chest and feel the smirk on his lips that were currently making themselves right at home in that sweet spot on her neck. She could feel his playful nips and kisses right where he knew she loved it the most. He gently turned her around so that she could see what he was saying.
He gave her a sideways grin, one that made it to his eyes, that he saved only for her. "That may be so, darlin', but you know that I sure as hell am gonna try anyway. Plus, I know that shit turns you the fuck on, don't you deny it." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively before sending a wink her way.
Lucia tilted her head, smiling a she ran her tongue slowly across her bottom lip. The blonde woman could see Negan's eyes grow dark with a hunger that neither of them ever fully satiated. With a flick of her hand, she silently told him to go fuck himself.
Negan chuckled at her antics. That woman always reminded him that two could play at this game. "Why would I do that, doll, when I know full fuckin' well that you'll be there to do it for me tonight?"
She rolled her eyes at his antics, even though she knew he was right. They always fucked the night before one of them went on a run and they always fucked the night after. It was their tradition of sorts.
Her hands moved again, "What's up?"
"We've got a lieutenants meetin' we need to be gettin' to. I wanna hear that plan of yours for tomorrow so that we can iron everything out. Last thing we need is a fuck up, especially since you're goin' for medical supplies. Also, the less gaps in the plan, the less danger that you're in. Oh no, don't give me that damn face, I know what you're about to tell me. You're always in danger, that's the job. Well doll, we're all in danger, but it's best to minimize it if we can. I for one would prefer it if you were breathin' another day. Now, let's be goin', I want to know you've got everything in hand before I send you out there."
They walked quietly across the Sanctuary back to the meeting. They weren't rushed, but their pace was measured and purposeful, every stride taking them exactly where they needed to go. They entered into the conference room, the other lieutenants right where Negan had left them.
"O-fucking-kay," he drawled, taking pleasure in watching the room's inhabitants squirm slightly. "Time for you fuckers to shut up and listen. Tomorrow's run is Luce's show and as such, she'll be briefin' you all on the plan. Her game, her show, listen the fuck up and do as you're told. Questions, comments, concerns and all that shit can be directed at her not me. You know the drill."
Negan sat down and gestured for the blonde Savior in from of him to begin. He was genuinely interested in her plans and what would happen tomorrow. He had assigned her this run because he wanted to push her, challenge her, see her grow as a lieutenant. He knew that Lucia was anxious about tomorrow, but she refused to allow it to show as she began to roll out her plans.
"Our supply run tomorrow will take us twelve miles east," she began to explain. "There is an outpatient surgery center that Arat and I found during one of the runs last month. It looks promising, from what we could see. There are some roamers, but not enough to deter me from saying that we need to go for this. It hasn't been looted because it's more of an industrial area and the building only has two ways in and out. This could take care of us for a good chunk of time. Medicine, medical supplies, surgical equipment...basically Dr. Carson's wet fucking dream.
"A dozen of you are coming with me, Simon, Arat, choose whoever you think can do this job best. You'll both have six people each, a moving van and three Jeeps total. We clear the place of the dead and you have your people grab whatever they can. The three of us have a list from the doc of some shit that is imperative for us to find. There are five women here at the Sanctuary that are pregnant and this world is a shit place to be having a kid. This can give them a real chance. We need prenatal vitamins, a portable ultrasound machine, and a few other things. That's our focus, whatever the fuck else your guys can grab in there, we grab. In and out as fast as possible. Last thing we need is to draw attention to ourselves."
Lucia kept talking for an hour and a half, showing the lieutenants the routes that they would use to get there, discussing weaponry that they would be bringing, and who would be the best people to accompany the group. By the end of their meeting, everyone was on the same page.
Negan stood, stretching, with Lucille slung casually over his shoulder. "Well then, I think we're fuckin' done for the day. Meet at the loading dock at 6:30 sharp tomorrow mornin'. I want you back before nightfall. Winter runs suck ass enough in the daytime, last thing I need is you fuckers stuck out there at night. Get the shit we need and fuckin' get out, we clear?"
Everyone in the room nodded at their leader, agreeing. No one wanted to be outside the walls after dark if they could help it. Visibility was even more limited with the snow and frozen living dead were a significant concern.
"Di-fuckin-smissed! Go eat, fuck, sleep, whatever you do before a run and be on your fuckin' A game in the morning," the dark hair Savior bellowed. A sly grin spread across his face as he watched the top Saviors leave. His hand shot out, grabbing Lucia by the wrist and pulling her to turn towards him.
His eyes roamed up and down her body, taking in the sight in front of him. Her lengthy pale curls were escaping from the braid that she had wrangled them into that morning. Her alabaster skin had an ever so slight pink tinge from the cold, giving her a bit of a glow. Lucia may have been covered in a canvas jacket, button down, a grey t shirt, and jeans but holy fuckin' hell she was still sexy as shit. He has to focus or he wouldn't be able to prevent himself from takin' her right on this goddamn table.
"Doll, it's time to wind down for the night. You have fucking planned the shit outta this run, there's nothin' more that can be done tonight. Let's go upstairs."
The woman at his side bit her bottom lip as her stormy eyes met his dark ones. She opened her mouth to try and argue that she could use another hour or so, but a finger tapped on her lips, shushing her.
"Nuh-uh uh, Luce, don't you try to argue with me now. Me tellin' you to go upstairs was not optional because if I keep standin' this close to you with you lookin' that fucking hot, I am gonna lean you over this here table and fuck your brains out right here, right now."
Her eyes grew wide, flicking to the table for a moment before going back to him. She lifted her hands to sign, but Negan caught her wrists, raising an eyebrow. She struggled against his firm grip for a moment before letting out a huff of frustration. She had lost this discussion before it had even began. She knew that he was right, but that didn't mean that she actually wanted to admit that. She watched the dark haired Savior as his eyes wandered, devouring her with only his eyes. She was confident in her abilities for tomorrow, but she was wary about the world outside of these walls. The last thing she wanted was to put good men and women in danger unnecessarily. Finally, she nodded and allowed her Savior to take her hand and lead her to his rooms.
Once the door closed, Negan's lips were on hers, attacking her, devouring hers. This was his show today, and he made it quite clear as he kissed her. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip, demanding entrance. She groaned into his mouth, fuck that man and the fact that he could always play her like a goddamn fiddle. As she opened her mouth to him, he took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting slowly, teasing her. She wanted more and he knew it.
They stumbled to their bed, never breaking contact. Fingers twined themselves in hair, hands grasped clothing, lips kissed frantically. All they wanted at that moment was each other. Negan broke the kiss, pushing the gorgeous blonde Savior back on the bed. He watched her as her grey eyes fluttered for a moment. She tried to sit up and reach for his belt, but he pushed her back down on the bed again.
His hands darted out, telling her what he was doing, "Tonight is for you, let me do the work, darlin'."
Lucia's eyes danced as grin lit up her face. Negan had never signed for her before. Sure, he understood her, but he had never actively joined her signing. She nodded, propping herself up on the bed ever so slightly. Negan grinned wolfishly, peeling his worn leather jacket off his body. He had slowed their pace as he took his clothes off, being intentional about every move. Soon, he was completely naked, clearly turned on, but deliberately keeping his pace.
He then moved to the woman on the bed, keeping eye contact as he took her shoes off, following with her jacket, pants, and shirt. His eyes took in the body before him. She was so fucking breathtaking. Every time he saw her naked, he stopped for a moment. He loved to see the dark ink that swirled across her ivory skin. In the three months that they had been intimate, he still hadn't explored them all. It wasn't simply her body that blew him away, it was how they seemed to match so perfectly. When they were together, it wasn't simply a fuck, not like with the other women he'd been with since the world ended. He didn't want to take it all for himself, he wanted to give too. He adored getting her to cum for him, saying his name as if it was the only thing in the world she knew. He wanted to give her tonight, to exhaust her, to exhilarate her, to get her to touch the stars.
Negan pulled her legs forward, draping them over his shoulders. He could hear her shudder in anticipation. His whiskered cheek made contact with her inner thigh, making her squirm. He could feel Lucia's fingers tangle up in his hair, gripping tight, egging him on. He hovered over her center for a moment, making her anticipate just what he was about to do. He lifted his head up for a moment, checking her face. She mouthed the word "please" before he chucked, his lips finally finding her center.
He played her just like she needed, licking, sucking, biting, eliciting moan after moan out of her. The more wet she got, the more invested he became in his endeavour. Finally, he slipped a single finger into her as he gave her clit attention with his tongue. She bucked her hips, wanting him deeper inside her, wanting more. Negan chuckled while he worked, pulling her closer to release. He added a second finger into her, noting the hum of enjoyment that she let out. He angled his fingers inside her just so, hitting her personal sweet spot, smirking as her hips lifted from the mattress. He sped up the pace of his fingers, bringing her to the edge within minutes. The dark haired Savior added a third finger and hit that spot one more time, leading her into waves of euphoria. He pumped his fingers a few more times as he felt her clench around him again and again, prolonging her pleasure. The sounds that came out of her mouth were passionate and uninhibited. He took fingers out, lapping her up one more time before shifting up to lean over the woman in his bed.
He watched as Lucia let out a languid sigh, her lengthy blonde curls spread out all around her, almost framing her like a picture. She looked so relaxed, so free in this bed, away from the stresses of tomorrow. He wanted to take her, to make her cum once again, but he held off, watching her bask in the afterglow of her orgasm. His eyes met hers, taking in the relaxed smile that painted her face.
"Wow," she murmured. "When you said that you'd do the work, you weren't kidding."
Negan trailed his fingers over her hips, up to her chest, and cupped her face with his hands. "You're so fuckin' hot when you're screaming my name like that, darlin'. When you're ready, I am more than willing to have some more fun with you," he smirked.
Lucia pulled him to her, kissing her dark haired Savior deeply. His scent enveloped her with the smell of pine, smoke, and old leather. He was intoxicating, like a drug that she needed her fix of for the day. She deepened the kiss, feeling him groan into her mouth. She wanted more of him, she always wanted more.
He devoured her lips for a while before littering kisses down her neck, chest, and stomach. He could tell that she was becoming impatient, but he wanted to draw out her pleasure as long as he could. He bit her hip right where he knew that she liked it, causing her to moan out his name. He would never tire of hearing his name on her lips, it was beautiful. He kissed back up her body, nipping here and there on the way, before he made it to her lips. He could see the pleading for ore in her eyes, but that wasn't enough.
"You want me to fuck you, Luce? How badly do you want me inside you?" he enquired. His hands cupped her cheeks, waiting for a reply.
The woman under him looked up earnestly, her face full of desire. "Please, Negan, I want more. All I want is for you inside me."
That was all the encouragement the Savior needed before he thrust into her, groaning at the sensation of being inside her. He never broke eye contact as he thrust into her, over and over. He wanted to see her face, to see her esticay first hand, and give her the chance to see him as well. He knew how much she relied on sight and he wanted to make sure to give her the full experience.
The dark haired Savior watched as her pleasure built, as she begged for more, for him to go harder, to go deeper. If Lucia wanted it, then he would give it to her, he was a gentleman, after all. Finally, he could tell that she was almost there, almost ready to ride a wave of pleasure that he was giving her. He moved her hips upward, ever so slightly, so that he could hit that place of pleasure even better. She gasped, for that was all she needed to be sent over the edge into oblivion. Her hands were tangled into Negan's hair, holding on for dear life, as wave after wave overtook her. She moaned out something in a language that he wasn't familiar with, as he kept his pace, working towards his own release. It wasn't long until he came as well, groaning her name out, as he gave a few more thrusts for good measure.
Time passed as they laid in bed, basking in the afterglow. Lucia's head was on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her cheek. Her messy curls were splayed out, tickling Negan's chest slightly. They were silent, not needed to mindlessly fill every moment with conversation. The dark haired Savior's hand ghosted up and down her spine, stopping every so often to trace a tattoo or two before resuming the random pattern on her spine.
Eventually, Lucia got up and grabbed the discarded white shirt that her dark haired Savior had been wearing earlier. She shrugged it on and then threw her hair up in a messy bun before settling down into Negan's bed once more. She grinned at the Savior as he quirked an eyebrow in her direction.
Her hands fluttered before her, "Your shirts are soft and they smell like you, so I decided to wear one."
Negan shook his head, chuckling. "You are the only fuckin' one that I'd let get away with that, you know?"
The blonde woman gave him a cheeky smile, "Maybe you have a soft spot for me or somethin'. Don't worry, I won't tell."
His eyebrows raised, "Me? A soft spot? I don't know what you're talkin' about, Luce."
She smiled, but then it quickly faded away.
Negan frowned, looking at the woman beside him who seemed lost in thought. "What's wrong, doll? You've got that look on your face again. And don't you even think about sayin' that it's nothin' like you always do. What's in that head of yours?"
Lucia's eyes traveled across the Savior's face. Should she present her vulnerabilities to this man? Should she dare it? She knew what kind of man Negan was, she knew what she was getting into the second that she stepped into the Sanctuary. Negan could be cruel, merciless when he needed to be. He would find people's weaknesses and then use that information to tear them apart. It wasn't as if she didn't know any of this when she began to do whatever this was that she was doing with him. If she opened this one up, would he use it to tear her to shreds? Would he laugh at her weakness? Mock her?
He looked worried, as if he actually cared about what she was thinking. His eyes were beseeching her to tell him what she was thinking. He seemed sincere, concerned. Maybe she could try it, just this once. If she opened up and this backfired, she would lock the gates, build a higher wall, reside in the silence that she was accustomed to.
"I- I wish that I knew what your voice sounded like. I've been fine being Deaf, in this world and the last, but I watch how everyone interacts with you. You're fearsome, a leader, formidable, and strong. And then I see how you are with me. Your voice alone causes people to bow down to you, to revere you. But with me, it's different; don't bother denying it because we both fucking know it. I haven't yearned for a sound in so long, but your voice, I wish I knew what it was like. It's so fucking stupid and it sounds dumb when I'm saying it out loud, but that's what's on my mind."
Negan's eyes widened in surprise. That wasn't what he was expecting, not at all. Usually, it was one of his wives asking for something, most likely some dumb shit that shouldn't even be a fuckin' concern, especailly after the world ended. He had seen the times that Luce had been troubled with something, but she had always said that she was fine. He thought that she was wanting something or regretting this and was simply too nervous to tell him. Instead, her heart was hurtin' because she couldn't hear his fuckin' voice, no matter how much she wanted to.
"You don't need to hear my voice, darlin'. You can feel it here when your hand is on my throat or when I moan into your skin. You can see it when my lips move, forming words just for you. My words can dance out of my hands when you need them to. You get to see, touch, feel, experience all that you need. You get me like no one else here fuckin' does, in a million ways. You don't need to hear my voice, you've got so much more. And yes, you're fucking right that I have a soft spot for ya, Luce. You don't need to hear me to know that. You see more than anyone here, it makes up for the fact that you have silence instead of sound."
She smiled, genuinely and brightly, up at the Savior before her. He didn't mock her, he didn't use this to tear into her. He was open and honest, something that she had never seen before, not like this. Maybe they did have something here. She didn't know what it was, there was no label on any of this. She wasn't a wife, nor would she ever be. She wasn't a dalliance on the side. So what was she? She was Lucia, he was Negan, and that was enough for now.
Negan reached out, pulling her close into his arms. She couldn't see his face, but she could see his hands. "Sleep," his hands told her. "Mornin' comes fast."
He could feel her nod and move closer, basking in his warmth. He smiled softly at the woman in his arms. Fucking soft spot, she didn't even know how fucking right she was."
Negan opened his eyes, already knowing what he'd see. Lucia was where she always was after their nights together, sitting in one of the easy chairs by the window, looking out at the world. She consistently woke up before him, which was surprising to say the least. Whenever he asked, she always told him that she didn't sleep much, but he knew that there was more to it. He could feel when the nightmares would overtake her every night, when they pulled her into consciousness time and time again.
The thing that killed him the most was when she'd scream out in her sleep. It was always one name, Marta, followed by sobbed out apologies. He assumed that Marta was her dead wife or maybe her dead child. He knew she had one at some point, but after that first night, he had never pried. He never told her that he knew about the dreams that plagued her. It wasn't any of his business and she never spoke of them, so he wouldn't pry. If she wanted to talk, she could talk. If she would rather pretend that she was fine, then so be it. It wasn't his job to coddle her, no matter how agonizing her screams were.
He got out of bed and made some coffee, a luxury many didn't have anymore, before ambling over to where she was sitting a handing her a mug full of the dark substance. She smiled at the still naked Savior, conveying her thanks with her hands.
"Well, darlin', today's the day. Get ready cause it's your fuckin' party. I'll meet you at the docks so we can double check everything before you head out."
She nodded before practically inhaling her coffee and grabbing her clothes. She shrugged on everything but her shirt, opting instead to keep Negan's on. He raised an eyebrow and put his hand out, waiting for her to take it off and give it back.
She gave him a mischievous smirk before shaking her head and walking out the door with a wave.
Author's Note: And there you go, another chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it. If you have the time, I'd love to hear from you and hear where you'd want the story to go, what you think of the story so far, etc. Thank you Nicole for your review, so glad that you're enjoying it so far.