I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 97 - Stolen wine, band-aids & giggling fits during s*x
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 97 - Stolen wine, band-aids & giggling fits during sex
[Negan catches a drunken Blake and the wives in the act of stealing bottles of wine from the stores. But the dark-haired Saviour proves to be not exactly sober himself….]
WARNING: Dirty talk/ fun hints of smut / swearing…and a teeny appearance by everyone’s favourite tiny toddler.
Blake raced down the hallway on bare feet, as Frankie and the others ran ahead, all of them laughing wildly in their drunken state, as they clutched stolen bottles of wine to their chests.
“Oh my god, if anyone finds out about this!” Tanya, with an elated laugh, as she span around at the far end of the hallway, the six of them swiftly ducking down a darkened corridor unfrequented by many Saviours, and used mostly for carting inside scavenged items brought in from the back of the trucks.
Blake, feeling very tipsy and out of breath, due to a combination of the running, the adrenaline pumping through her veins, and her constant uncontrollable giggles, ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Which was difficult, of course, on bare feet, hearing the sound of the wives’ ‘clack-clack-claking’ of high heels ahead of her as she went.
She was still in her black dress (the only one of the women to be wearing one now, in fact, after their change of clothes back in Blake’s room), her long caramel-hair flying behind her as she went.
“Hey!” she cried tipsily, trying hard to keep up with Frankie, giggling hard, as the others as they beckoned her to hurry. “Wait for me!”