Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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I was so angry. He was laughing like they're life's meant nothing. And no one could do a damn thing about it and I swear each time he spoke I felt the night breeze grow chillier.
Looking up from my position did I narrow my eyes instantly and give such a death stare that if looks could kill he would be long gone.
My eyes were watery but I wasn't crying. I was far too furious.
When he noticed my glare he let out a small chuckle. Locking his eyes on to me did he make his way over to me, a devilish grin tugging on his lips as he did so.
He placed the bloody bat over his shoulders that was still dripping with blood and crouched down so his face was only inches from mine.
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"What? Was the joke that bad?"
I didn't answer. I just narrowed my eyes even more which made his grin stretch even more as he looked at me.
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He licked his lips as he analysed my face and it sent shivers down my spine. We were practically nose to nose, neither of us backing down.
"Damn woman. At least cry a little."
I noticed these were the words he had said to Carl earlier and I felt Carl's grip on my hand tighten as Negan moved even closer to my face that I could feel his warm breath send goosebumps down my neck.
"You got a name sweetheart?"
I swallowed harshly, any words I wanted to say were trapped in my throat so I couldn't physically speak right now. Not with his face so close to mine. It was of-putting.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" He teased, running his teeth over his lips.
I clenched my jaw, and found my fingers were digging deep into the ground as I did so.
