Wow I have not done one of these in a while! But here it is! This was a request for some summer outfit ideas for a smaller person but still looking cute! The first outfit is perfect for a hot summer day with a blue crop top but still some what conservative with the blue patterned kimono. The accessories give the outfit a laid back vibe! The next outfit with the pattern maxi skirt is another good summer outfit! The bralett is super cute with the halter neck and the slit in the skirt makes you feel bold and amazing! The green dress is one of my favorites! The color is to die for and the tan accessories play off of it well! Finally the blue patterned romper is a little more scandalous but I know you can rock it! The simple accessories make the romper the star of the show!
A/N: Thank you to those who liked the last few chapters!! Again, this is also posted on archive of our own, and fanfiction.net. This chapter is a bit short, but necessary to advance where I want to go with this story. I try to update quickly, but I didn’t have all the stuff fleshed out so I am updating with at least this. Please comment if you can!
A crack of light looming over your face is what woke you from your slumber, and you blinked your eyes a couple of times to adjust. Your hand came to cover your face briefly as you shifted in bed, throwing the
blankets off you. You wiped the sleep from your eyes, and swung your legs over
the side of the bed. It had to be early in the morning, for the sun was barely
beginning to rise.
“Rise and shine, honey.”
Your head snapped to your left when you heard that smug
voice come across the room. In your morning daze you had completely forgotten
Negan had been there last night. In fact, you wish you could forget last night
happened at all. You didn’t plan on making it habit of sleeping in a strangers
arms. You may have exchanged words with him a couple of times, but he was
hardly close enough to be near you like that. The only reason you allowed that
to happen was because you feared what he might do if you didn’t. He may have
proven sexual violence wasn’t his cup of tea, but he wasn’t above smashing a
man’s brains in.
“Negan.” Your tone came across a little angrier than you
wanted, but he drove you half insane with annoyance whenever he spoke, and you
only met him a little over a week ago. His very presence set your nerves on
fire, and not in the lovely sense. There he was, sitting on a chair, Lucille between
his legs as both his hands rested on the base of her. His trademark smirk
plastered on his face.
“Not happy to see me, sweetheart?” When you didn’t answer him, he placed one
hand over his heart, in mock hurt. “You wound me.”
Your lip lifted in a slight sneer, turning away from him as
you got up to get ready. You pulled some clothes out of the dresser near the
bed, mentally thanking Jesus for having filled it up enough for you. It wasn’t
exactly Armani, but clothes were in short supply now days. You turned to him,
expecting him to turn away, hopefully taking the hint that you wanted privacy
in your room, and in true Negan fashion it would seem, he didn’t. He sat there,
lifting Lucille slightly off the ground and releasing her just enough to cause
a banging noise to radiate throughout the room. You were certain he meant that
as a scare tactic, not letting you forget that if you were to step out of line
you could meet your end at the hands of Lucille. He was probably losing
patience at the constant silence you were providing him right now.
“It’s time to pay your debt, sweetheart.”
When you saw him last night, you already knew what to
expect. He was here to finally collect you. Even so, you still weren’t too keen
on the idea of leaving with the man. You wanted to find a way to barter with
him, perhaps he’d let you stay here and work for him at the same time. You
found the people around here more agreeable than the saviors after all. But,
you chose not to bring that up, because you already knew that request would be
shut down immediately. You nodded your head at him, never letting the frown on
your face falter. It wasn’t much, but if you could make him realize you weren’t
happy, it was a tiny revenge you gave yourself.
“Good, now hurry and get fucking dressed. We don’t have all
fucking day.” He said, as he stood from his current position. He reached for
his gloves that were sitting on the table, putting them on as he watched you
intently. You could tell he was getting ready to make more vexing remarks
towards you, but you weren’t about to give him that chance. Setting aside your
pride for a second, you decided to tear your own clothes off, angrily throwing
your shirt to the ground as you reached for the new set of clothes. It was
childish, yes. But, it wasn’t a secret that he was attracted to you, so you
used that to your advantage. Anything to get him to shut up and it worked
Your eyes never left his face as you peeled your shorts off,
standing there in just a bra and panties. You threw the shorts to the ground
roughly, letting the resentment flow out of you as you changed in front of him.
You watched as his eyes traveled over you, his hands frozen in their action of
putting his gloves on. Every inch of your skin that his brown eyes mapped over made
them turn darker, lust pooling inside of them. You felt a chill run up your
spine, and you weren’t quite sure why. But, for the moment you elected to
ignore it in favor of your anger. You pulled your new white shirt on, pairing
it with basic black jeans as you turned to grab your boots. You pulled your
hair up into a messy bun, and when you turned around to face him again he was
suddenly in front of you. You jumped back in a bit of surprise, not expecting
him to be so close to you. If you reached out, your hand would’ve collided with
his chest easily. For a man who loved to hear himself talk, he was rather
proficient at being silent when he wanted to. You corrected your posture,
standing straight not wanting to show any fear. Even though deep down you could
feel it building up. His hand reached up, and he gently grabbed a strand of
your hair twirling it in his finger.
“Fuck…” Was all he growled back to you. You let out a shaky
breath as you brought your eyes slowly up to meet his own. That same dark shade
of attraction was still there, and you could tell that his breathing had
quickened just a bit. You stiffened when you saw him leaning down, his eyes now
fixed on your lips. Alarm set in and you took a slight step back, your hair
falling from his fingers.
Negan only scoffed in amusement as he leaned back up to his
full height. You turned your head to the side, trying to ignore what just
happened as you bit delicately at your lip. You knew your little show would get
a rise out of him, but you weren’t quite expecting it to end in that way.
“That’s alright, sweetheart. Because fuck, if I don’t enjoy
the chase.” He said it with such determination, making you feel a little
uneasy. It was like a promise of things to come, as if he knew exactly where
your future lay. And at this moment, it was unfortunately in his leather clad hands.
Negan walked away from you, heading back towards the table
until he fished out an all too familiar item from behind the chair. You gasped
when you saw your bag hanging from his hand, and you found yourself moving quickly
forward to retrieve it. He surprisingly let you grab it from his tight grasp,
and you tossed it onto the bed as you started going through it. You pulled
back, and it looked at it oddly not quite believing that the object you sought
was no longer in it. You fished through every pocket; fingers gliding to every
corner to make sure it wasn’t there. You turned back to Negan.
“There was a-“ You stop mid sentence, noticing the phone
Negan was currently holding up in his hand. He turned it in his palms, eyeing
it curiously until he turned back to you with a grin.
“Looking for this, sweetheart? Now why the fuck would you
need a goddamn phone in this day and age?”
You ran over to him, and tried grabbing it out of his hands,
but his height allowed him to keep it easily away from you.
“Negan, please…” Your voice was full of desperation, and you
couldn’t care less at how weak you sounded right now, because you couldn’t lose
your phone. It was far too precious to you. He shot you a look of interest, and
while Negan normally made it a habit of knowing everything around him, he
decided to let this one go which you were extremely thankful for. He shoved the
phone into your chest, and you brought your hands up to clutch it tightly. His gloved
hand lingered for a bit, and he kept staring you down.
“Consider this a gesture of good faith, for that fucking
good show earlier.”
You knew he was referring to you changing, and you felt your
cheeks heat up at his words. He finally removed his hand from yours, and walked
to the door.
“Now hurry the fuck up and get your shit together. We’re
leaving this fucking downer of a place today.”
With that he walked out of your room, and you stood there
for a minute, closing your eyes in relief as you held onto your phone. You
looked down at it, smiling softly. You couldn’t imagine losing it; it was one
of the last few things that still made you feel joy. Pushing those sentiments
aside you quickly started packing your bag, throwing your clothes that Jesus
gave you inside, and stuffing whatever essentials you could into it. Once you
were satisfied you rushed out of the room, not wanting to make Negan wait any
longer for you. As you walked out into the open, you spotted Negan talking to Gregory
over in a corner, more than likely discussing when he’d be back to collect on
his half. You stood silently on the porch of the large home, not really ready
“So, I guess this is goodbye?”
Jesus walked over to you, smiling as your eyes met. You couldn’t
help but smile back; you were hoping you’d get a chance to see him before you
“I guess it is.” You said a little disappointed. While you didn’t
exactly return his romantic feelings towards you, he had become a good friend
over the time you spent here. You actually came to almost trust the man, which
was in high demand now days.
“It’s a shame.”
You laughed, mouthing a quick ‘yeah’ as you agreed with him.
“It certainly is. But, thank you. For everything, Jesus. Really, I can’t thank
He raised a hand, waving your gratitude off. “Don’t even
worry about it, it was my pleasure.”
You both stood there trying to decide the best way to say
goodbye. Eventually, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him taking
him a bit by surprise. After the initial shock wore off, Jesus brought his arms
“Can’t even leave you alone for a second can I, sweetheart?”
You two pulled away from each other, turning to see Negan standing
by the porch, frown on his bearded face as he swung Lucille up to his shoulder.
You looked over to Jesus, who wore the exact same frown on his own face. You
gave him a quick smile, before throwing your bag over your shoulder and walking
away, stopping next to Negan’s side. After last night you had come to learn the
tall man had a bit of a jealous side, and he didn’t even care for you. You
could only imagine how angry he would be if he actually did. Internal monologue
aside, you looked up at him.
“I’m ready.” You said, hoping it’d be enough for him to
leave Jesus alone. He only glared down at you and motioned for you to get into
the RV at the front of the field. You glanced back at Jesus, giving him an
apologetic smile before walking towards the vehicle. Once you were out of
earshot, Negan sauntered over to the younger man, smiling down at him as he
“I want you to remember something.” His voice though
accompanied by a smile, was low and threatening. “I am everywhere. Now let that
fundamental fact sink in, Jesus. Because, when I came to this shithole, I gave
you all options. You give me half your shit, not the other way around. And
that-“ He pointed Lucille towards you. “Belongs to me. Get the fucking picture?”
Step out of line, take anything that he so confidently
stated was his, and he’d know one way or another, Jesus got the gist of it.
While he didn’t appreciate the threat, he knew damn well that it was true. When
it came to Negan, the man held power over people. And knowing who to trust now
days was hard enough. He never broke his stare though, and he only glared at
the taller man, while he nodded his head.
Negan moved away, smirking down at Jesus before turning his
back to him and walking off towards the vehicles. “I’ll personally be back in a
week to collect.” He threw over his shoulder, wanting to really make sure his
threat settled in. Once Negan reached the RV, he climbed in making sure you
were inside before telling the driver to get going. You watched as he moved to
the small table in the RV, placing Lucille next to him, as he kicked his boots up.
You had taken a seat on the bed at the end of the vehicle, grabbing onto the
window ledge as the RV came to life, jerking forward a bit roughly. You could
feel Negan’s gaze burning into you, but you chose to brush it off not really
wanting to deal with any Jesus jokes he probably wanted to make. Once you were
out of the Hilltop colony, you decided to make some conversation with him.
“Where are my weapons?”
If you never questioned your intelligence before, you
certainly were now. Because, the look he gave you spoke volumes, as if you
lacked the basic common sense to realize why you weren’t in possession of them
“You really fucking think I’d give you back that shit?”
You rolled your eyes, looking back down at your hands as he
“Besides the fact that they’re now mine to do with as I fucking
please, I don’t know if I could trust you with them, considering what type of
weapons you were fucking packing.”
He had somewhat of a point, you thought. Most of what you carried
wasn’t exactly traditional for the times. You opted for more quiet weapons in
combat, your bow among your favorites as you had taken archery back in college.
Not to toot your own horn, but you were more than good at using it. On top of
that, you had taken it upon yourself to raid a nearby store that sold movie
replicas of weapons when the dead started walking the earth. Most people went
to the gun shops, and took whatever ammo they could find, but swords and knives
were a bit more your style. That, and you never liked guns. Your hatred and
fear only grew for them when you had no choice but to use it once, and that one
time was enough for you.
“Whatever happened to packing heat?”
His words brought you out of your thoughts, and you looked
over at him. “I don’t like guns.”
He raised his eyebrows at your admission, and he seemed
somewhat intrigued by it. “Why the fuck not, doll? Aside from my girl Lucille,
I’d take a gun anyday.”
You looked down, and you weren’t sure why you said it or
even admitted such an intimate fact to him, but you did. Perhaps you just
wanted him to drop the subject all together.
“The first walker I killed was my mother.”
You didn’t need to say anymore for him to understand why you
never used a gun again, and he only stared at you with a blank look on his
face. Whether he was bored of the subject, or he understood it was a touchy one
for you, he didn’t pursue it. And you were grateful for that. It was enough
that you even said such a thing to him. You decided to open the blinds in the
window, needing something to distract you from the silence that was starting to
fill the RV. You didn’t know if it was you who made things awkward by blurting
out something so personal, or if he just got bored with you. You glanced in his
direction, and quickly realized he was asleep, or perhaps just resting his
eyes. He was leaning against the wall, legs up on the edge of the small kitchen
counter as he sank into the bench he was sitting on. Oddly enough, the man
could be rather appealing when he wasn’t talking. You smiled to yourself, your
own thought amusing you. You turned back to look out the window, finger drawing
lazy circles in the condensation that formed on the glass from the chilly air
outside. You watched the world go by; dirt roads turning into trees, turning
into small rivers it was all beautiful really. Even after the world ended,
nature still thrived if anything it took its life back from humanity. Speaking
of taking life back, you had a question pop back into your head.
“What do you plan on doing with me?”
You heard a sigh come from him, signaling that he was in
fact awake this whole time. He cracked an eye open and stared in your direction,
running a hand through his black hair before answering. “You’ve got options,
sweetheart. Some of which I guarantee are more appealing than others.” He said
that last part with a smirk on his face, and you figured you knew what he meant.
But, before assuming completely you figured asking would be better.
“And what exactly are my options?”
“We can discuss those once we’re at the sanctuary.”
You were a bit disappointed that he wasn’t forthcoming with
them, but you didn’t push the subject. You went back to drawing on the window,
trying hard not to focus on the burning gaze that was currently fixed on you.
Just as the silence and his stare were becoming too unsettling you felt the RV
come to a halt, and you looked forward to see the driver turning off the
vehicle, and exiting. You watched the man through the windshield, noticing how
he stopped to speak to someone that must’ve been above the gates that were
currently in the way of the RV. You suddenly rose from your seat, making your
way through the aisle not even caring that you practically shoved Negan’s legs
out of the way in your haste to get to the front. Annoyed at first, Negan’s
gaze followed your form, a grin replacing that scowl as he noticed your widened
stare. He pushed himself up from the bench and made his way over to you, your
back was towards him as you stood between the driver and passenger seat. He
placed his gloved hands on the backs of both chairs keeping you there whether
you liked it or not, but you were too busy staring in disbelief at the sight in
front of you. You thought Hilltop was big…Jesus was right; your world just got
a whole lot bigger. You watched as the gates were fully opened now, and you didn’t
even care that Negan had leaned down and was whispering in your ear. No doubt
admiring his own work.