I own nothing, but my OCs. TWD belongs to Kirkman and AMC!
*5th of April 2016*
Amelie turned on herself sending her blades in a deadly, parallel arch. A walker's head flew in the air and the body stumbled backward as she push- kicked it. The girl bent, hooked her forearm around an undead's leg and rose abruptly making it fall before she planted her long dagger into its skull.
Avoiding a pair of reaching arms, she rapidly zigzagged between the standing corpses and began her fight anew somewhere else.
Two men were observing her; one had his mouth open in surprise and the other had a pleased smirk on his face.
The first one extended a hand toward her: ''You see!? That's why I didn't want her in Alexandria! '' He grumbled.
The second man rolled his eyes: '' …And that's why she's my fucking girl. She's deadly as fuck; sexy as hell. If you can't recognize the help she could bring you with these skills you're fucking stupid, Grimes.''
Rick snorted and raised a brow: '' Your girl? Not what I heard recently. '' He said lightly, shifting on his feet.
The taller leader groaned and briefly glanced away: '' You're gossiping like an old woman, now Prick?''
Both their groups had reunited to scavenge a larger town, seeking cans and other goods. They needed more carpentering and gardening tools, wires of all kind, house furniture and many things. It had been going well, since the Saviors possessed trucks, they brought some to lead them full. The two communities were sharing the gas and the men on this mission. However, a small herd had shown up and Amelie, who had been silently following at his sides, had jumped into it like a madwoman.
Negan knew she was restless with unspent energy and her restricted number of outlets in the forest, imposed by him. And for over two months…TWO FREAKING MONTHS…she hadn't let him touch her!
His ex-rival shrugged: '' I'm not gossiping: it's just what I heard…''
'' How the fuck could you even fucking know that?! You're not living in the Sanctuary as far as I know!'' he questioned with a frown.
''People are traveling between both places all the time…'' Rick trailed off.
The man decided to head toward a store near, swinging Lucille on his shoulder: ''Yeah…well Amelie and I have a little…misunderstanding.'' He confessed.
Grimes followed him and they started to idly search the place.
''A…misunderstanding?'' Rick asked, curious.
Negan grumbled: '' She's living under the illusion that I will let her leave when May arrives. ..And I told her so.''
The other leader scowled: '' You can't keep her prisoner, Negan. I abstained to say anything about your situation with Amelie because I felt like it wasn't my business, but we both know the Canadian didn't become yours willingly.'' He said seriously.
The black haired man suddenly stopped what he was doing: '' You're right: it's none of your damn business…And I've never fucking hurt her if that's what you are implying: I am against rape.'' He growled.
Rick raised his hands as if to calm him: ''I didn't say that; I don't know the circumstances of your…erm…joining? I only know it wasn't Amelie's choice. Abraham told me. ''
He rolled his eyes again: ''Abraham…fucking, annoying redhead. What did you bring the subject of my relationships on the table anyway?''
The shorter man stared at him in the eyes: '' We are at peace and I intend to keep it that way…I also heard that she was planning to leave…I also know it wouldn't please you. I don't want this…situation to lead to problems. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?''
He nodded: ''You don't want this shit to become shittier.''
''Exactly. So I don't care if Amelie leaves or stay, but I will if it escalates into something more.'' He warned.
''You tell her that! We were just fine together with the kid and everything…it was great. I don't even understand why she wants to go!'' he said, indignant.
Rick sighed: ''Women… they have something to eat, a roof above their heads, a safe place and a man and there is still something…''
Negan looked at him: he could tell Grimes was speaking by experience right now. Maybe his previous lover? Because the badass black woman that was with him now…ouch. He was pretty sure she didn't complain. In fact, he was pretty sure she was the one to build that roof and make the place safe so…
He began to inspect a shelf:
''It's not that…she's not rambling shitty things about happiness and feelings. Amelie is fucking silent, never shares what she thinks or feels. What I'm saying is that things were fucking agreeable not long ago. Sure, she was healing, but it was nice. She was spending most of her days with the kid, she was helping me with the decision makings and keeping an eye on the Sanctuary… we were eating together and sleeping together…We spent many evenings drinking whiskey in front of my fireplace…sometimes with Theo. ''
Negan glanced at his companion; this one was silent but listening so he kept talking.
''…It might be true that I've threatened her in the past to have what I wanted, but I was always good to her. I made sure she had food, weapons, clothes…I even offered her to live with me…I adopted her child. All that to say: why the fuck would she want to fucking leave?''
Rick appeared to be reflecting on that, then spoke: ''Perhaps…to you it all seemed great, it felt nice…but maybe not for her. Maybe she doesn't see the situation like you do. Maybe she feels like she's just being forced to be with you. Maybe she even felt threatened at all times. Maybe she's always scared for the boy. Who knows? ''
He frowned, a confused expression changing his face: ''Like…she was scared of me? Are you fucking joking?''
The smaller man shook his head: '' We don't know. Perhaps it's just the fact that she can't forgive what you've done to her; that she can't get past it or forget it, I don't know Negan.''
The man sighed: ''Well…fuck me.''
Xxxxxx
*the day after*
''Indulging in my fucking whiskey again, I see.'' He grumbled as he entered the large study on the second floor.
Amelie didn't even look at him; she was reading a book, curled on herself in a cushy loveseat near a window for the light. She sipped her glass: ''It's not your whiskey; it's from a bottle I found yesterday. ''
The man walked closer: ''It wouldn't have bothered me that you take my good bottle…You fucking know it.''
The girl hummed, her eyes still on the pages: '' What are you doing here?'' she asked on a light, disinterested tone.
The tall leader snorted and sat on the armrest: '' Tss! It's my fucking house, you cocky Canadian! I can go where I want to! I should be the one to ask this! ''
She closed her book and rose: '' I'm living here because you ordered me to; I can leave if that's what you want…Sir.''
'' Sit your ass back there: I came to talk to you.''
Letting herself fall ungracefully in the chair and looked up at him with a sigh: ''What is it this time? Need a hand for the inventory? Someone fought again? Or is there a shortage of something?...or maybe you can't find the way to the bathroom on your own?''
''Ha. Ha. Very fucking not funny.'' He knelt in front of her as he placed his hands on her knees: '' I'm about to sound like a stupid cunt for saying this, but…I came to talk about us.''
As she gave him a flat look, she brought her face close to his: '' Must I remind you that there is no 'us'? I thought I had explained this in a quite clear and simple way some time ago. '' She said as she leaned backward again.
He stared at her as he remained on the floor, facing her: ''Ouch. Why so fucking mean? I'm kneeling in front of you right now only asking to speak…give me some credit, darling.''
Amelie rolled her eyes at his antics and sighed again: '' True. You seem so good intentioned right now. Go ahead, I'm listening.'' The girl told him sarcastically.
He breathed deeply: ''Look…I know I'm not exactly a good man and that I've done some shitty stuff…''
''You think?'' She mumbled.
He pinched her thigh: ''Don't fucking interrupt me; I'm some important shit, right now.''
She waved a hand to indicate him to continue.
''…I-I like running the Sanctuary with you at my sides…with you helping me. You have good ideas and you're not afraid to give your opinion or to be honest as fuck. I like when we take care of the kiddo; the both of us. Don't leave when it's May; stay. I won't do shitty things anymore, well, I'll try. I think I've always treated you well, but… I will make efforts to do so even more. Most women piss me off after some time and annoy me, but you don't. You've got balls and I respect that….and I really fucking like having sex with you. ''
What was she supposed to say to that? The young woman stared at him for a longue time, before speaking.
'' I recognize that it must have taken a lot of strength for you to come to me like this. I see that you've put your pride aside. It touches me that you're ready to change for me…However, I would never ask someone to change for me. There is an expression in French that says: ''Chasse le naturel, reviens au galop.'' Basically, it means that even if you try to push or resist your true nature or habits, they will come back running at some point. ''
His eyes became darker and he pressed his face against the inside of her knee: ''Huummm…you're hard in business… But…it's been two fucking months…And I know for sure that you took no one to your bed…Aren't you a bit…tense, edgy?'' He questioned as he kissed the inside of her leg through her pant.
His warm breath made her shiver.
'' I'm a bit edgy.'' She confessed in a light, drawling voice.
Negan's irises turned even darker as he made his way closer to the apex of her thighs: '' Perhaps you should let me…remove the tension out of you? I'm a bit edgy myself you know…''
She spread her legs a bit more: ''Perhaps I should…'' Amelie raised her other leg and deposed it on his shoulder: ''…How far are you ready to go to convince me to stay?'' the woman purred, drawing him toward herself with her limb.
A delighted, victorious expression lightened his face: ''Now you're fucking talking!''
It wasn't long before her pants were off and that the man was pleasuring her with his mouth, kneeling between her parted legs. The young woman relaxed in the loveseat and rhythmically pushed her mound into his face, seeking satisfaction.
Momentarily, he recoiled: ''Hum…aren't you so fucking gree-''
The girl pulled him back to her sex to shut him up. Shortly after, Amelie climaxed, panting and now jelly-boned.
The leader licked his lips: ''Well…That was fucking fast…You really needed that...I need it too now…come to my bedroom.''
He bent to kiss her, but Amelie placed a foot against his chest and pushed him away. The girl slowly rose and pulled up her pants before languorously stretching in a cat-like way.
She smirked and glanced at Negan over her shoulder as she walked toward the door: ''Thanks, but no thanks; I was indeed feeling edgy as you put it and now I'm fine. ''
He frowned and gestured at his crotch indignantly: ''You sly creature…You can't leave me like this!''
Amelie barely looked back: ''If I remember well, you still have two other wives… I'm going to take a nap now. ''
His mouth opened in shock; had she just…used him!?