❝true beauty can be seen on the persons actions. not looks❞
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ALICIA
I opened my eyes, slowly adjusting to the bright light above me. I turned my head to the direction of the bedroom, seeing Negan still laying on the bed, his breathing steady. I slowly stood up, walking to the door, just simply: looking at the doorknob, debating whether or not to try and investigate this place.
Placing my hand on the doorknob, slightly turning it; as for my luck I heard a click. The door had opened to either my freedom or Daryls. I turned to Negan once more, seeing him still sleeping, as I let out a breath of relief. Opening the door, and peaking my head out of the gap, I didn't see anyone in the corridor, bet they are still sleeping or on the watch outside. It was dead silent.
Closing the door behind me, I walked through the hallways, not hearing a single thing. But as I went further and and further through, I heard a slight banging. Following the sound, I came up in front of a door, someone is inside. "Daryl..?" I whispered slightly, as the banging stopped. "Daryl, are you in there?" I said a bit louder.
"Alicia..?" I heard a faint whisper as I frantically tried to pry open the door, finally managing to unlock it, seeing Daryl in a rugged clothing, a letter A on his shirt. I closed the door behind me as I moved closer to him; my brother just holding me close.
I let out a sob, as I leaned my face on his shoulder, his hand rubbing soothingly my back. "Shh.. shh. You're okay, Alicia. You.. You are okay."
We pulled apart as he cupped my face, wiping my tears with his thumbs. "He didn't do anything, right?"
"H -- He didn't." I said to him, reassuring him, as he breathed out, placing a kiss on my forehead. "I'm sorry, sis. I'm sorry you got caught in the middle of this. I didn't want this."
I shook my head, grabbing his hands. "Daryl, no. Don't apologize, it ain't just me. We are all in the middle of this, and we are going to make an escape from him. Maybe not now, not tomorrow. But we will. Somehow we will." I tried to smile at him, trying to assure him that I was okay. Last thing I wanted was for him to worry over me rather than himself in this situation.
He smiled slightly, nodding his head. "Just do as he says, I don't want you getting hurt. You should go now.. It won't be good if he finds you in here.." I nodded wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
I walked to the door, looking around as I saw no one in the hallway, walking out, but not before turning back to Daryl. "I'll be back for you."
With that I closed the door, locking it as I quickly paced through the hallway, going to the same direction but stopped abruptly. My mouth slightly open; I stared.
"Well, would you look at that! She is back!" His voice echoed through the hallways, as he made his way towards me. "Little princess! When did you escape?"
I backed away slightly, as he was nearing me. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, the familiar feeling of fear overwhelming me; which got thousand times for worse, my back facing the plain white stone-hard wall. As I held my breath, I remembered instantly with who I was dealing with, and what he was capable of.
"Aww.." He cooed; smiling at me, stopping right in front of me. "Kitty are you scared? Don't be.." His hand brushed my hair out of my face, as I looked at him.
"Now." His voice dropped, and his smile faded away and his hand dropping to his side. "Where were you?"
"I -- I was just looking around. I got bored staring at the ceiling.. and the door was unlocked." I stuttered out quickly, trying to assure him I was telling the truth. Which probably worked as he nodded turning around; flicking his hand towards him, as I walked to his side.
We made it to his room, as Negan closed the door behind me. "Now Ali, can I trust you with the door unlocked?" He walked in front of me, bending down to my eye-level.
I nodded, staring at him. "You can." I breathed the words out. He cupped his ear, finding the situation amusing, "Princess what did you say? You're gonna have to meow louder than that!"
"You can trust me, Negan." I said louder this time, looking at him straight to his eyes as he nodded. Had I really convinced him that easily?
"Then.. Everytime I'm in this god damn room, you will notify me if you're leaving! It is that simple sunshine." He raised his voice slightly, swinging his hands in the air. "I get it. I get it, Negan.."
He walked to the table, sitting down on a chair, as he grabbed a tequila bottle. He gestured for me to sit to the other chair which was opposite to his. I raised my eyebrows, as I sat down. After seeing the state of Daryl, I had to comply if I wanted for both of us to get out here. Alive.
Silence, was in the air. And I was getting uncomfortable with it, as we both kept glancing each other. I could tell, he didn't like it either.
Suddenly he covered his face and started laughing. "Well fuck."
"What?" I said to him, looking at him slightly confused.
"Nothing, nothing." He waved his hand grabbing two glasses, placing one in front of me and one in front of him. "Have a drink with me Ali."
I leaned on my elbows, raising one eyebrow at him, "Uhm.. sure?" As I said that he poured some tequila on my glass and then his. I looked at him closely, as he lifted his glass taking a sip, his eyes turning towards me. "What are you looking at sunshine? Should we toast or what? You want some lime with that, or do you still have the fire as you had before?"
"No lime, thank you." I sighed and grabbed the glass, drinking it in one shot, as the liquid slightly burned my throat. I grimaced at the taste a bit, but held it in.
'Should've asked for lime' , I thought instantly.
"Damn right. Fuck the toasts!" With that Negan downed his drink as well, pouring more to our glasses. "Well, Ali. I like you. You can fight, you can tell people to fuck off and you can drink!"
"Shut up." I said, and drank it all. Then the third glass. Fourth. Fifth. Six.
My head and vision was starting to get cloudy. With the last of the judgement I had left in my body, I knew I shouldn't have sat down with him to begin with.
With that I had started to feel slightly dizzy, the alcohol getting to my head. I saw that Negan had felt it too, the buzz getting on him. "Tell me Ali, why are you with Rick's group?"
I glanced at him, "Cause they have saved me countless times. I have plenty of reasons why I am with them."
He nodded, looking at me intensely. "Well --" We both started as we started laughing.
"Well, I should get to the bed!" I stood up feeling tipsy, as I walked towards the bed. Not realizing a thing what was happening.
I plopped down on the warm, comfy bed as Negan laid down next to me. I could feel him staring at me, so I turned towards him.
Just like that, the alcohol in both our system, he leaned closer, slightly grabbing my chin, turning my face towards him as I closed the gap between us. The temptation was clouding my thoughts, and the alcohol in my system was telling me to do it. His rough, slightly chapped lips on mine, him getting on top of me, as he cupped my face kissing me roughly. I could feel nibbles on my lower lip, as I gave him entrance to explore me and my taste. Our tongues fought for dominance, and neither won.
He pulled apart, leaning his forehead on mine, "Damn.."
And then he fell next to me; pulling me closer to his chest as we both started to fall asleep, mostly the alcohol affecting us both.
And the worst thing I thought of before I fell asleep,
I had responded to his kiss.