I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 63 - Gotcha
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 63 - Gotcha
[No synopsis for this chapter. The theme is in the name… but WARNINGS for dirty talk/negan’s bad mouth…etc…]
Negan looked shell-shocked at the words that spilled from Blake’s mouth, his bearded jaw clenched together tensely and his already brown eyes becoming black.
“What?” Negan managed to breathe out in a low, deadly, growl of a voice.
This couldn’t be fucking happening.
Every fucking moment they had spent together….her coming her to the Sanctuary….their time spent taunting each other…flirting…having fun…sharing showers…having dinner….
….even last just a few hours ago when they had been back on that bed together….
…all of that couldn’t be gone. It just fucking couldn’t.
This kind of thing didn’t happen in real life. This was he kind of shit- trope you usually came across on crappy daytime tv. But this wasn’t something that happened here….
The dark-haired Saviour stared down at Blake now, his orbs locking onto those familiar green eyes of hers.
Those eyes he knew so well.
This couldn’t be happening. It really fucking couldn’t.