Negan just announced that he's looking for a new wife. Immediately James turns to me,
"You should apply." I give him a confused look.
"What!" I almost shriek and then start coughing. James hands me some water.
"Yeah. If u marry him u won't have to work."
"And what makes u think he would marry me?"
"Umm ur adorable." Tiffany pipes in. "And he's right, you should do it." Before I can utter another word of disapproval my name is on a piece of paper and in simon's hand courtesy of suzie and I have an interview in the morning.
In the morning I'm working on the floor when Dwight calls my name from the top of the stairs. When I finally get to the top of the stairs he takes me down a long hallway to a closed door. He opens the door and negan is sitting in an armchair on the opposite site of the room I walk in but Dwight doesn't follow me and he's gone before I know it.
"Hot damn baby, simon said you were cute and he was not kidding! Come on in and have a seat." He said excitedly as he inches his way to the edge of his seat.
"Hello sir." I say having a seat on the couch.
"What's ur name darlin'?"
"Tanya."
"That's right! So what makes you think that you would make me the happiest man in the world, Tanya?"
'Well for starters I would make four wives.' I think to myself. But honestly I can't think of anything. Frankie was a massage therapist, Amber is cute as fuck and I've heard he likes sherri for her feistiness.
"Well um. . . Sometimes I'm funny." Negan laughs out loud. His smile is adorable and those dimples. "See I told you" I smile.
"Oh come on baby give me something good." I start thinking really hard. I can't suck dick, I don't have any mind blowing skills, I can't cook for shit, and my tits are small, and I realize I don't know why I'm here. Oh yeah my friends are assholes and I can't bail. I don't belong here. I put my head down. Negan ducks his head down as though to look me in the face. "Well baby what ya got for me?" With that I can't hold it in anymore and I start to cry.
"I don't know." I start bawling my eyes out and coughing. "I don't think I'm in the right place." *coughing*
"Then why did u come up here, baby?"
"Because my friends don't want me to work anymore." *cough* he get up and sits next to me, bringing me some water. He lifts my head up and I push his hands away from my face which earns me a confused look. I continue coughing as I take a drink of the water.
"Baby can you breathe?" I start shaking my head. I stand up and start fanning myself. I finally start to calm down and I take another drink.
"You ok?"
"Yeah" I say taking slow deep breaths.
"So what u have asthma."
"No. I was in a house fire and lost 70% of my lung capacity."
"Oh" he says slowly.
"My friends wanted me to apply bc I can't work on the floor like this. I couldn't work before this and I sure can't work now. I'm sorry. I think I've wasted your time."
"Why do you say that?"
"Bc I can't breathe. That means I can't make out, I can't suck dick, I can't spend a lot of time in the kitchen bc I get too hot. It takes me all day to clean, I can't even bend over bc it cuts off my air."
"So." He says very matter-a-fact.
"So? I tell u I can blow you and u say 'so'?"
"I want to help you baby."
. . . Marry me?