“Negan talks so much and there is no breather for me. The show has never
been big on dialogue and I think right now the writers are maybe having
too much fun because they haven’t had to write a whole bunch of
dialogue before and now it’s just monologues. And then you add the
zombie aspect and the fighting and the action and the Atlanta heat. It’s
physically and mentally more demanding than anything I have done.”
Dean’s arm was heavy as it laid draped around your waist. You knew he was purposely making it weigh even more so that way you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. You turned your head to look at him, smiling when you saw that he had his eyes closed and his lips were parted in an attempt to look like he was truly asleep.
“Dean, I have to go to work,” you groaned, trying to slide down the bed and out from underneath his arm.
“Stay with me, sweetheart,” he grumbled.
You squealed as he pulled you close to him and buried his face into your neck. The stubble on his cheeks rubbed against your skin and you giggled.
“Dean, I promised your brother that I’d be there earlier to help out.”
“Sammy can get by without you for a day,” he said. “He’s a smart guy.”
“Let me go.”
Dean slightly pulled away to look you in the face, his green eyes twinkling. You couldn’t help yourself and smiled, running a hand through his hair.
“Stay here a little longer,” he pleaded, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.
You made a small pleased noise as Dean deepened the kiss, his tongue snaking into your mouth, his arms surrounding you and just like that, you forgot about everything else but the man holding you.