Good Girl (Chapter 3)
Summary: Negan brings you back to the sanctuary after you disobeyed the rules.
WARNINGS: Slight smut, bad language.
Notes: Here is the third chapter!! Again, it is kind of short but that will change with chapter 4, and 5. Thank you for reading!! If you would like to be apart of the tag list please let me know!
You both walked through the giant factory doors, struggling to keep up with Negan’s long strides.
“So when do I find out what my job around here is? I think I would be good at scavenging for supplies.” You spoke in a cheerful tone, which was quickly shut down.
“I think the fuck not.” he retorted.
“And why the ‘fuck not’?” you mimicked him.
He glared down at you “Thin ice darlin’, thin fucking ice.”
It was weird walking through the sanctuary beside Negan. Since everyone kneeled to the sight of him.
“Creepy.” you said to yourself.
“Creepy? I call it respect, you should try it sometime.” he replied. You had walked in silence after that not having the energy to reply with a comeback.
“The sight of you on your knees seems pretty fucking spectacular to me.” he thought aloud. Your face quickly flushed red, a chill ran through your body.
“It seems like you fucking like the idea of it too.” he smiled
“So where are we going?” You changed the subject. He didn’t seem to mind as he answered,
“I thought I’d take you on a grand fucking tour. A thank you would be nice.”
You rolled your eyes in response.
After touring the entire compound filled with dorm halls, a gorgeous garden, kitchen, and a variety of workplaces, you finished at Negan’s bedroom.
“And this is where you’ll be staying, also known as my room. Don’t fucking touch anything unless you ask me first.” He spread his arms out towards the room. You stepped in and ducked underneath Negan’s long arm. The room started off as an office, with a desk filled with papers, a bookcase, leather couch and a door that seemed to lead into his bedroom. You could see a large bed with gray covers. Walking into the bedroom, you gazed in awe at the nice setting. Beside the large bed was a coffee table and a woven black couch it laid beneath yellow-lit lanterns next to a large window. Wanting to piss off Negan, you jumped on the bed face first.
“It’s so pretty and comfortable!” you said rolling over and spreading out on the bed.
“What the fuck did I just say?” Negan stepped into the bedroom glaring at you. You giggled rolling onto your side.
“I’m not going to fucking lie though sweetheart, the view of you on my bed is quite a fucking sight.” he said in a low tone. You sat up on your knees and looked at him, some hair falling into your face. He slowly stepped towards you, almost as if he was seeking your approval. As he got closer, he brushed the hair out of your face and tucked in behind your ear. You gazed up at him, mesmerized by his features. He stared into you, his eyes grew dark. You knew what was going to happen so you spoke,
“I want to get to know you,” you said softly. He smirked, still extremely close to your face.
“I’m an open book darlin’”
“I don’t buy it. There’s more, I know there is and since we’ll be spending a lot of time together, I’m going to get to know you. Not the leader Negan, but the Negan you are when you’re alone.” You leaned in nearly closing the space between the two of you.
“And until then, no sex. Get one of your wives for that.” you smirked before falling back onto the bed, brushing your hand against the bulge in his pants. He laughed to himself.
“You’re quite the fucking tease darlin’. We’ll see about your little plan.”