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Prompt: “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” x Jefferson
TW: “Uptight bitch” is something that’s said but that’s about it.
Notes: Cliffhanger!! Part 2 if it’s wanted.
A/N: I’m actually updating when I need to wow. For future reference, and I’ll post an official post in a bit of the schedule. I update on Thursdays and Sundays. The rest of the days are my writing days. Look out for a collab on a Wednesday of every month. I’ll post more in depth but that’s the gist.
Word Count: 696
“-Political parties weren’t even supposed to last… -They just made the president’s job harder…”
At this point your eyes were rolled so far back into your head, you wondered if they’d ever come back out. This man was insufferable.
“Jefferson, do us all a favor and shut up” You snapped. He only rolled his eyes and continued talking, irritating you even more.
You leaned to your best friend, Alex, “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow,“ you whispered. Alex snorted in response and choked back a laugh when he caught a glimpse of something. Alex nodded his head toward what caught his eye. You followed his eyes and there it was. In all its glory.
You snickered, “His ego isn’t the only thing I can see growing.”
“(Y/L/N), is there something you’d like to say to me?” Thomas hissed.
“Look down, Jefferson. I see speaking your unwanted and unasked for opinion really gets you going.”
You watched his eyebrows knit together as he looked down, his confidence faltering for a second before his infamous smirk rose from his lips to hide his embarrassment.
“You know you want me, Darlin’.”
At that remark you burst out laughing. After the very anticipated ring of the bell, class was over. Thomas hadn’t shut up and even the teacher’s patience was wearing thin, but you needed his help for class, so you weren’t quite done with him yet.
“Jefferson- I need to talk to you,” you called to him. His cocky smirk spread across his face as he made his way toward you.
“You called? It’s nice to see me, the pleasure is yours. How may I assist you?” He asked much too confidently. God, the arrogant ass he was.
“Shut up for a second, will ya?” You said exasperatedly, “ As much as I’d rather not ask this, you’re probably the best in this class and I need help studying.”
“What’s in it for me?” He bit his lip, looking you up and down.
“Quality time with me, myself, and I. Come on, the test is in three days and I can’t waste any time,” you responded, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along.
He chuckled, “Eager.”
A few hours later, you still hadn’t gotten much done. Thomas was on his phone and not really offering much advice while you were pouring over your notes, trying to figure out what the important parts.
“Off my bed, Jefferson, I don’t know where you’ve been. If you’re going to sit on your phone not even being useful to me right now, why’d you agree to come?” You started to rant, frustrated and stressed.
“(Y/N), chill out for one second will you? You asked me to help you study for the government final.”
“I did ask you. You agreed and you’re not even helping like you said you would!”
You felt anger bubble inside of you when you heard him mumble something about you being an ‘uptight bitch’.
“What’d you just call me?”
“An uptight bitch,” he said all too nonchalantly, “loosen up a li-.” Before he could finish, you had cut him off by roughly attaching your lips to his. You could feel him smirk before his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer. He was a good kisser, you’ll give him that.
You pulled away, panting a little because damn did that boy know how to take a girl’s breath away.
“Why do you hate me so much?” He questioned, looking almost vulnerable, a hint of hurt evident in his eyes.
“I don’t hate you. You just annoy the hell out of me. With your hard, loud, open opinions and your stupid gorgeous face, and hair, and your body, and-” you stopped with a sigh, “I don’t hate you. If I’m honest I actually find you extremely attractive.” You let the words tumble from your lips, silently wishing you knew how to shut up.
“Give me a chance, (Y/N). I may be an arrogant dick in school but I know how to treat a lady such as yourself. You’re beautiful and you deserve to be treated like a queen. Please,” he almost whispered the word ‘please’ which made your gaze soften.
A/N: Here is chapter 3! I just wanted to thank all of you again for the tremendous amount of support on this story. It truly means a lot to me. I just recently started to think about a schedule for updating and I think I’m going to try and update every Sunday and Thursday. I hope you guys like this chapter and please feel free to let me know what you think!
Katherine sighed tiredly as she walked out of the hospital. She
had just finished her shift at the nursery in the hospital where the
staff could bring their children. Now don’t get her wrong, she loved
her job. But with five infants and five toddlers, it could be a long
day. Add on to the fact she had just gotten a phone call from her
mother, nagging her about when she’d be coming back home to Atlanta.
Katherine had been lucky enough to get the job a couple months
after finishing her degree in early childhood education. Sure her
parent’s weren’t thrilled about her going to Virginia by herself.
After all, she was only twenty two. But she assured them she’d be
fine and she was.
She was so tired, she didn’t even realize the strap on her purse
was close to breaking until it snapped and fell off her shoulder,
sending all her belongings to the ground.
Groaning loudly, she immediately bent down, careful on how she
moved since she was only wearing a sweater dress. She had gotten
everything except she couldn’t find her car keys.
She started looking around her. She had been turned around when
she heard a deep voice from above her.
“Looking for these?” Turning around, Katherine looked up to
see a tall, handsome man standing in front of her with a coffee cup
in one hand and her car keys in the other. She smiled and stood up.
“I was. Thank you.” He handed the keys over to her and
looked at her purse.
“Should probably fucking fix that.” Katherine looked down at
her broken bag and nodded.
“Yea I know. Guess I should have known it was on it’s last leg.”
She tucked a lock of her brown hair around her ear, something she
always did when she was nervous and boy was she nervous. There was a
handsome man in front of her and she saw the way his eyes looking her
up and down.
They stood in silence for a few seconds before Katherine smiled.
“Well thank you for finding my keys.” The man nodded as
she walked around him and started making her way back ot her car.
“Wait!” Katherine’s eyes widened as she turned back around.
The man was smirking at her as he walked up to her. “I did just
fucking help you out. Don’t you think I deserve to know your name?”
Katherine’s cheeks flushed and she bit her bottom lip.
“Well I don’t usually give my name out to strangers. How do I
know you’re not crazy?” The man gave a deep laugh. He grinned and
poked his tongue out between his lips, licking them.
“I fucking promise you, Doll. I’m not crazy.” Katherine felt
butterflies in her stomach when he called her doll. She looked up at
him as he kept the smirk on his face, waiting for her response.
Sighing quietly to herself, she spoke.
“I’m Katherine.” The man grinned and nodded.
“Katherine. That’s a nice fucking name.” Katherine blushed
“Thank you. And what’s your name?”
The man smirked.
Katherine’s heart clenched at the memory she just had. That had been
the first time she had ever met Negan. She remembered thinking how
handsome he was and how much he seemed to like to curse. After their
first meeting, she never thought she’d see him again but the next day
while she was working on the nursery, he came and visited. Even to
this day, she didn’t know how he knew where in the hospital she
She stared blankly out the windshield as they continued to drive. She
tried to move as far away from Negan as possible. She could feel his
eyes on her but never looked his way. She wasn’t shocked when he took
her. Hell, she would have been more shocked if he hadn’t but that
didn’t mean she was silently hoping her father came and rescued her.
The cab of the truck they were in shook as they hit a bump in the
‘Probably a walker’ she thought.
“Fucking take it easy, Davey. We got special cargo with us.”
Negan smirked, wrapping an arm around Katherine’s shoulder’s.
Katherine tensed, much to Negan’s amusement.
“Relax them shoulder’s, Kitty Kat. No need to be so fucking
scared.” He laughed but Katherine just remained quiet and tense.
It was mid afternoon by the time they got to where Katherine assumed
was their camp. She watched as they pulled into a big factory. She
swallowed the lump in her throat and willed herself not to cry. When
the truck stopped, Negan opened his door and stepped out, grabbing
Lucille before looking at Katherine. He grabbed her right wrist and
pulled her out of the truck.
Katherine stumbled slightly before standing straight. She couldn’t
help but let her eyes wander. Her eyes widened when she saw a bunch
of walkers off to the side in a caged yard. There looked to be men in
there, pushing them away and trying to impale them on sticks.
“Welcome to The Sanctuary, Sweetheart.” Katherine looked up at
him, seeing a smirk on his face as he let her wrist go and turned
around to talk to his men.
Turning back around to look at all the trucks, she saw Dwight pulling
Daryl out of one of them. She watched as Dwight started dragging him
towards the factory. Their eyes locked and Daryl started to fight
slightly but stopped when Dwight held a gun to him. Katherine shook
her head slightly. Daryl had already been hurt. She didn’t want
anything more to happen to him.
Katherine watched as Dwight pushed him into the factory and shut the
“Fuck, he’s a tough one. He’s gonna be fun to break.” Katherine jumped hearing Negan’s
chuckling voice right in her ear. She hadn’t even realized he had
snuck up on her. He swung an arm around her shoulder’s and smirked
down at her. “Let’s go see your new fucking home.”
He started walking, pulling Katherine along with him.When they walked
into the factory, she heard bustling down below them. Peaking her
head over the railing of the platform they were on, she saw tons of
people. Some were working while others were sitting around. She
noticed how they looked up and immediately got down on one knee as
her and Negan walked past. Negan hadn’t even acknowledged them.
Instead he whistled and kept his grip on Katherine.
Katherine kept her eyes on the ground most of the time. She noticed
how the floor go nicer as they walked through the factory. She didn’t
know where they were going until Negan stopped, making her stop as
She looked up and saw a wooden door in front of them. Negan kept
whistling as he pulled a key out of his jean pocket and slid it into
the lock, unlocking the door. Once he heard the door clicked, he
pushed it open and turned to Katherine, grinning at her.
“After you, Doll.”
Katherine looked at him confused, making no move to walk in. Negan
just laughed and grabbed her wrist again, pulling her inside.
Katherine stumbled but thankfully didn’t fall as she looked around.
It was large bedroom. Larger than some of the ones back at
Alexandria. It had two black couches, a small wooden coffee table in
the middle of them. To her left was a king sized, four poster bed
with navy sheets.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out where she was. She was in
Her heart started beating fast when she heard the bedroom door close
and his heavy foosteps coming up right behind her. She tried not to
tense when she felt two gloved hands settle on her shoulder’s.
“Make your self at fucking home, Kitty Kat.” He pushed her
towards one of the couches. She could feel his eyes burning into her
back as she slowly walked over and sat down. Quietly laughing to
himself, he walked over and sat on the couch opposite of her. Leaning
Lucille next to him, he pulled his gloves off and threw them down on
the coffee table.
It was silent between the two for what seemed like forever. Katherine
shocked herself by being the first one to speak.
“W-what are you gonna do with Daryl?”
“That’s all fucking up to him. But let’s not talk about him, let’s
fucking talk about you.” He poked his tongue out between his teeth
as he grinned at sat on the edge of the couch.
“Now where in the
fuck did my little Kitty Kat run off to?”
Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat. He stared at her intently
until she answered.
“B-back to Atlanta.” She hated how much her voice shook. She
hated knowing how much one man scared her. Since the apocalypse, she
thought she had gotten stronger both physically and mentally. But
that seemed to have gone out the window now.
“Yea I should have fucking guessed that. You were always going on
and on about how you wanted to fucking go home.”
All Katherine could do was nod. He was right. She had always talked
about heading back home to Atlanta, even before everything went to
shit with her and Negan. Negan becoming crazy just made her want to
go home even more. But he was always there, persuading her some way
or another to stay. It wasn’t until she had finally had enough that
she left without saying good bye or anything.
Negan’s smile suddenly dropped as he stood up and walked over,
sitting on the table in front of her. He grabbed her chin and forced
her to look at him.
“Who the fuck gave you permission to leave me?” This was another
thing she didn’t miss. His mood swings.
“ I didn’t need permission,” she said, trying to keep her voice
even. Her answer only seemed to make him angrier since his grip
tightened on her chin, making her wince.
“Now that’s where you’re fucking wrong, Katherine.” Katherine
knew she was in trouble. Negan had rarely ever used her full name
always calling her either Kitty Kat or Doll. He only used Katherine
when they were fighting or he was angry at her. “You did need
permission. My fucking permission.”
Katherine felt a tear fall from her eye as he continued.
“You are mine,” he growled. “You are in my home now and you
will fucking listen to me or there will be severe consequences. This
is a new fucking world, Doll, and I’m in charge now. Not your daddy,
not that dumbass redneck. Me. Do we fucking understand each other?”
Katherine looked into his dark eyes. When she didn’t answer, he
grabbed her chin harder, making her yelp.
“I said do we fucking understand each other?” He raised his voice
that time. Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded as
best she could since he had a hold of her chin. Negan nodded along
“Good. Good fucking girl.”
She thought he was going to let her chin go but he didn’t. His eyes
dropped down to her lips instead. He flicked his tongue out to lick
his while he grinned.
“Ya know, that kiss back there was just to fucking piss your
daddy off. Why don’t we have a proper one now.” Before she could
answer, he pulled her into for another kiss. His rough lips claimed
hers over and over again.
Katherine didn’t kiss back. Instead her
mind flashed back to another memory.
“You know, I think my supervisor is beginning to think you’re
Negan laughed as he and Katherine walked side by side through the
halls of the hospital, both heading out to their cars. It had been
almost two weeks since they had first met and almost everyday since
then, Negan would come visit her and the kids at the nursery. He
would come just owards the end of her shift and then walk her out to
her car afterwards.
“She gonna call fucking security on me?” Katherine laughed and
shook her head.
“Probably not. But she’d probably give me the pepper spray she
has.” Negan chuckled as they walked out of the hospital and towards
where her car was.
“I would be fucking pissed if you pepper sprayed me, Doll.”
Katherine laughed again, her stomach errupting with butterflies
like it usually did whenever he called her Doll or Kitty Kat.
“I wouldn’t. Unless you go crazy or something.” Negan smirked
as they stopped in front of her 2012 black Nissan Altima.
“Fuck, I already told you I’m not crazy.” Katherine smiled as
she opened her driver’s side door and tossed her new purse inside.
She stoo back up straight, jumping when Negan was right in front of
her. Since he was taller than her, she had to look up at him. She
felt a shiver run down her spine at the look in his eyes.
His hand came up to grip her chin.
“W-what are you-.”
Her question was cut off when
she felt a pair of lips on her own. Katherine’s blue eyes widened
before they fluttered shut and kissed back. This was something she
had been wanting for almost a week now. She couldn’t help but smile
to herself as they continued to kiss in the parking lot.
Unlike then, Katherine didn’t want this. She didn’t know what came
over her, but she found herself pushing Negan away. Her actions
shocked herself. She hadn’t pushed him away when he did it in front
of her father, so why did she push him away now?
'It’s cause you’re not in front of your friends and family who Negan
could have hurt had you pushed him away.’ Her brain said to her.
She expected Negan to be mad but instead he just laughed.
“I fucking get it, Doll. You’re still upset about everything. Still
in fucking shock about us being back together. I get it.”
He stood up and walked over, pouring himself a drink from the cart
that was across the room. Katherine sat there, her thoughts racing.
“Who were all those people down there?” She asked after a few
seconds. Negan turned back around, a glass of scotch in his hand. He
took a sip as he walked back over to sit back on the table. Katherin
sat back a little, just enough so her chin was out of his reach.
“They all work for me. They work for points.”
Katherine furrowed her eyebrows.
Negan nodded and sipped his drink.
“Yup. You work, you fucking get points and that’s how you get
stuff. You don’t have enough points, tough fucking luck. You gotta
work harder. The only ones who don’t have to work, are my wives.”
Katherine’s eyes widened. Wives? As in more than one?
“W-wives?” Negan smirked and nodded.
“Yup. Got fucking five of them. You of all fucking people should
know, Kitty Kat, that I am not a one girl kind of guy.”
Katherine shook her head, running her fingers through her hair.
“Oh what’s the fucking matter, Doll. Jealous?”
Katherine shook her head again. She wasn’t jealous. Disgusted was
more like it.
Negan finished the rest of his drink and put the glass down on the
“Fuck, ya know what? Maybe now that you’re here, I don’t need them.
We had a lot of fucking fun from what I can remember. And fucking
trust me, I think about that shit all the time.”
Katherine just kept her gaze on the ground. Negan just chuckled and
“Come on, Doll. Laugh a little. I’ve missed it.” He walked
over and grabbed Lucille, picking her up and putting her on his
shoulder. “Come on.” Katherine slowly stood and walked over to
him. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of his bedroom. They
walked down the hall until they stopped at a door. Negan opened and
nudged Katherine inside.
Stepping in, she saw it was another bedroom,
this one about the same size as her’s back at Alexandria. Her heart
clenched at the thought of her old room. When would she see it next?
Her thoughts then drifted to Judith, her baby sister. Would she ever
see her again? Ever since their mom died, she had promised to do
anything and everything for her baby sister. And now she didn’t know
when she’d see her next.
“This is your new fucking room, Doll. Hope ya like it. I gotta go
handle some business. Ya know, let everyone fucking know what a
success our trip was.”
Her eyes filled with tears as his footsteps came near her.
“I’ll be back in little bit. Think about what I said back there.”
Katherine didn’t answer him but she knew what he was talking about.
The whole wife thing. Negan grinned at her and walked out of the
room, shutting the door behind him.
As soon as the door was shut, Katherine walked over and sat on the
bed. Gripping the flannel blanket below her, she allowed the tears to
fall freely. Her bodies shook with as she cried harder and harder.
“What am I going to do?” She whispered to herself. She laid down
on the bed, facing away from the door. Her cries slowly stopped as
she drifted off to sleep.
Outside the door, Negan smirked hearing her. After her cries stopped
and he assumed she had fallen asleep, he lifted Lucille back onto his
shoulder and began walking down the hallway, whistling a happy tune.
A/N: Hey guys! Here is chapter 14! So unfortunately, this is the last chapter of Always Mine until The Walking Dead comes back to TV. But don’t worry, I’m going to start outlining the prequel! I was thinking about a new update schedule. How would you guys feel about Always Mine being updated on Thursday’s and the prequel being updated on Sunday’s? Let me know what you think! I want to try and have the first chapter of the prequel done by Sunday so you guy’s still get an update!
immediately pulled her hands out of Negan and pushed him off of her.
Negan immediately sat up and scowled at her while she quickly pulled
a sheet up to cover her body.
the fuck do you think you’re fucking doing?”