Sunny Days-chapter 7
Summary- After their night of lust, Sunny and Negan discuss the future. Can they come to an agreement?
Word Count- 3k+
Author’s Note- This was difficult to write so it took a while to get motivated. Smut and fluff is just easier. This is neither of those. Angst and drama. Still not beta’d. I live for comments and feedback. I promised my husband I would figure out how to use the word thunder-lust.
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Sunny stretched languidly in her bed. She opened an eye and took at a look at her clock. She bolted upright. It was almost noon. Had she slept through her alarm? No. She hadn’t set one. Last night, she had been too tired from her encounters with Negan to remember. She glanced over her shoulder to get a peek of him wondering if her momentary panic had woken him. The other side of the mattress, however, was empty and cold.
She left the comfort of her bed, goosebumps raising on her legs as her bare feet touched the cement floor, and quickly threw on some comfy clothes. She tip toed through her bunker in search of some sign that he was still here. The bathroom was empty. No coffee brewing in the kitchen. She decided to check on the chickens. Maybe he was in the barn.
He wasn’t. She went through the motions of her chores. Feeding and watering the chickens. Gathering any eggs. Watering the garden. Putting everything away where it went when she was done. She vaguely remembered seeing a bag and his bat as he dressed her last night in her room and ran to see if his things were still there.
They weren’t. She sat on the edge of her bed and stared at the ground waiting for tears to flood her eyes, for her heart to shatter, but it didn’t. She felt nothing but adrenaline pumping through her veins fueling anger.