I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 100 - The King & Queen of the Saviours
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…
Chapter 100- The King and Queen of the Saviours
[At the Hilltop, Blake proves herself to be more than just a scared and beaten-down woman…for Negan has built her into much more than just that these days…]
Author’s note: I cannot believe I made it to chapter 100, guys! It’s a long one. Enjoy.
WARNING: Mentions of smut/nsfw/violence and Blake being a badass
“After you, Peaches” murmured Negan in a husky voice into her ear as he held open the door to the large and looming building.
Blake instantly wrinkled her nose, shooting Negan a smirk as she slid easily by him, stepping inside and gazing about at the large entrance hall.
The inside the house itself, set upon a slight mount in the centre of the Hilltop, the interior was grand and impressive. And although perhaps it was a little stuffy for Blake’s taste, it was still beautiful all the same, with its winding staircase, oil paintings pinned to the panelled walls and high ceilings adorned with carvings and chandeliers.
“Wow, now this is a bit different from the Sanctuary…” she breathed, her green eyes flickering about the room.
But almost instantly, she felt Negan’s tall, broad form reach her shoulder, his fingers entwining neatly with hers once more.
He gave a loud scoff.
“Pfft,” he said waving his hand dismissively. “Shit like this is all well an’ fuckin’ good when you’re tryin’ to impress, Sweetheart. But heatin’ a place like this must be a goddamn nightmare. An’ hell, those doors ain’t keeping out a horde of those dead-shits for very long.”
That was indeed true. The fortified factory she and Negan lived in, was indeed far better protection in this world, than a place like this, but even so-
“I don’t know…” said Blake in a goading voice, giving a hefty sigh. “I still kinda like it.”
She glanced Negan’s way.
“What do you think?” she purred, nudging him with her hip as they strolled forwards. “Vacation home?”
And at this Negan presented Blake with perhaps the widest grin she had ever seen, gazing at her in utter awe.
“Now that is an idea I can fuckin’ get behind, Doll-face,” the dark-haired Saviour growled back. “You, me, a queen size, and a hot tub out back. Phew, I can think of a million fuckin’ reasons to love that.”