Summary: You finally arrive back to Alexandria to get your daughter. Spencer bombards you with questions of that evenings events. Lola finally comes face to face with Negan. On the ride to the Sanctuary, he places an opportunity in front of you, and find out the true intent of you and your daughter living with him.
Warning: Tiny bit of Angst, Language ((mostly Negans potty mouth)), Child cursing ((it’s cute I promise)), Fluff!!
A/N: Yasss bish!!! Second part. Gonna really focus on this and Forgotten Memory. Unless I get super inspired! ((Written on phone so there maybe errors present.))
The ride back to Alexandria was eerie, and beyond tense. Your eyes were glued to the window as the woods passed by. That night’s events kept replaying in your eyes. Tears threatened to spill as Glenn’s face haunted those flashbacks. Even the sound of Lucille bashing him and Abraham to death was stuck in your ears.
“So…” Simon’s uncomfortable tone yanked you out of the terror. You lazily looked at his driving figure as he fidgeted. “Just so you know, we have plenty of kid stuff back at the Sanctuary.”
“Sanctuary?” You scoffed. “Must be a pretty safe place if you have the balls to call it that.” Simon chuckled as he glanced over at you.
“I suppose we do.” He shrugged. “I remember meeting Negan for the first time. He’s got bigger balls than anyone.” His comment made you roll your eyes.
We need to get back in touch with the core values of society...
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Warnings: lots of cussing, mentions of sex, very long, violence
was a real swell guy. You knew a lot of girls said that, but you meant it… or
at least you meant it in a different way than they meant it. Any girl with half
her wits knew he was a ladies man, a different girl dangling on his arm every
other week. There were repeats of course… and those who wished to be repeats,
but you fell into neither of those categories. You ain’t no wide eyed floosy
and Mr. Barnes couldn’t get his hands on you if he tried. And boy did he try.
morning he’d great you on his balcony in his undershirt, a cocky look on his
face, and his suspenders hanging off his shoulders. He’d joke and flirt and you
roll your eyes. Neither of you would mention the banging on your wall or the
cries of ‘oh baby, just like that. Oh Bucky!’ that you heard every night. Steve
would though, usually after he chased away whoever Bucky’s most recent conquest
that’s why you thought Bucky was swell: Steve. Every morning he was early to rise;
he had three or four jobs he was off to every day at least. He’d never tell
you, but Steve did, most of the money he earned went right to Steve’s health
and his sisters’ education. Steve couldn’t work the same way that he did, but
you helped them by when you could… in your own tricky way.