I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 24
When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…
It was a warm evening, and the last of the sun’s few rays danced across the parking lot, where the fences filled with walkers, shimmered in the late-summer haze.
Negan tugged Blake out here by the hand, dragging her over towards the high chain link fences, where several men in dirty clothes wrangled the dead, trying to goad them, as best they could, into position, while the blonde figure of Dwight stood by the gate watching them.
He glanced up as Negan and Blake approached.
Blake’s heart pounded.
Negan hadn’t stopped since they had left his hallway, coming all the way out here, never halting, not uttered a word to her. She could tell he was seething. But was he angry enough to feed her to the walkers up ahead?
She gave a worried frown suddenly tugging at his arm once again.
“Stop!” she uttered demandingly, in a loud, yelling voice of utter frustration, pulling her hand quickly away from his. “Stop…”
Negan suddenly paused on the dusty asphalt, and rounded on her, his already dark eyes blackening.