— folded her arms over her chest. “Where have I heard that before?” She was remembering that moment too. No matter how hard she tried, she could never seem to forget. She wanted to. Negan had changed and part of her wanted to give him a second chance, but she couldn’t do it.
She has definitely caught the innuendoes in his words. Most conversations with Negan were located with them.
“That unpredictability is what I’m counting on. The enemy won’t know what to expect from you. And that means they won’t be able to prepare the way they should.”
She —
he’d smirk at her response, his unpredictability was his hidden——charm afterall. 〝 you’re makin’ it sound like ’ts not a good thing .. 〞words carried innuendos he couldn’t even begin to shake off. 〝 .. ’m just sittin’ here ’n ⠀⤸
— did owe her, after all.
“Thanks,” she mumbled almost inaudibly. She wasn’t crazy about the circumstances, but she would do whatever it took to save her son.
“I can never tell with you,” she told him. Maggie ignored his comment about being down on her knees begging for help. That was a can of worms she didn’t ever want to open.
It had taken every ounce of pride she had to ask for his help. She hadn’t been surprised he said yes. He —
he’d stare at her for a moment , that very moment feeling a bit too long —— making a decision was always hard , dilemmas always swirled around like vultures 、helping her out was the 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 he could do to make it up for her , to make it up for 𝒌illing her husband .
〝 in a minute you’ll get on your 𝒻uckin’ knees ’n * beggin’ the 𝓼hit outta me …͟〞some faint 𝔪ockery , far from the gruesome kind . 〝…͟c’mon , ya should have sensed it’d be a 𝙮𝙚𝙨 before ya even decided to get knifey . 〞the smirk returning , playfully dismissing her politeness —— theatrics would get them that far , afterall . negan knew 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 .
“I guess I don’t really have much of a choice, do I?” Her eyes tracked the movement of her knife going in his pocket. She’d want that back.
As if she suddenly remembered her manners, she sighed and gentled her expression. “Will you please help me, Negan? He’s all I have left.”
his calloused hands were still afflicted by the warmth of her fingers , blended in with the coldness of the blade 、the weapon that'd casually nestle within his pocket after slow moves ―― trust was reminiscent of playing 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 ; you either win it all , or lose your head .
his countenance stiffened briefly , posture a bit tight as the 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 finally sunk in、feeling the bile rise in his throat as soon as the sensation of the boy's life being at stake lingered . words echoed like spirits , the mind's haze of a worried mother , of a woman that counted 𝒅ead relatives like tally―marks .
for a moment there , his gaze would soften 、tone mellowing through parted brims . 〝 i suspect he might be 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 , well ... again . 〞response tinged in seriousness , mood dropping as his voice cracked near the end . 〝 ready to play it sherlock 'n 𝒻uckin' watson 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 , mags ׅׅ𖤠 〞
his calloused hands were still afflicted by the warmth of her fingers , blended in with the coldness of the blade 、the weapon that'd casually nestle within his pocket after slow moves ―― trust was reminiscent of playing 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 ; you either win it all , or lose your head .
his countenance stiffened briefly , posture a bit tight as the 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 finally sunk in、feeling the bile rise in his throat as soon as the sensation of the boy's life being at stake lingered . words echoed like spirits , the mind's haze of a worried mother , of a woman that counted 𝒅ead relatives like tally―marks .
for a moment there , his gaze would soften 、tone mellowing through parted brims . 〝 i suspect he might be 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 , well ... again . 〞response tinged in seriousness , mood dropping as his voice cracked near the end . 〝 ready to play it sherlock 'n 𝒻uckin' watson 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 , mags ׅׅ𖤠 〞
Maggie was taken by surprise when he leaned in to kiss her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, and figured that was what was driving the moment for him. She was shocked by the movement that she didn’t move and instead held still as his lips brushed against hers.
〝 now , that’s very interesting … 〞feign admiration , having downed half a bottle of whiskey 、clearly intervened with his nerves . 〝 though , i’m so 𝒻uckin’ curious — would ya hold back if i …͟〞invading her privacy the more he leaned . 〝 …͟just lean in for a 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𖤠〞no rationality as to where this desire came from , better ask the alcohol .
— said with a sigh. “He’s run off and I don’t know where. I’m afraid he ran back to the city and I need help finding him before he falls in with the wrong people.”
They both knew who she meant. It was the same people who had taken him just a few months earlier.
She let him take her hands, though she found his touch repulsive. Had he been anyone else, she would have said he was being gentle, but she didn’t believe Negan was capable of being gentle.
Slowly, she released her knife so it was no longer touching him.
“It’s Hershel,” she —
〝 sooo , you want my help all that 𝐛𝐚𝐝 , huh ׅׅ𖤠 〞he'd get a slight lean , avoidant of the 𝒃lade as he'd continue to tease her . 〝 tell me mags , which punk am i supposed to scare 𝓼hitless ׅׅ𖤠 〞he'd let his voice mellow , reassembling a whisper . tatted fingers steadily grabbed her hands , maintaining some ounce of gentleness that still stirred within him .
〝 even if it comes down to 𝓴illin' , i'm still your guy .͟.͟.͟ ͟just , ya know 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘀 my beloved 𝖑ucille , that is .〞a grim reminder of that bat , the reason she became a widow as he finally snapped her own 𝔀eapon away 、slowly like another grotesque rehearsal .
〝 sooo , you want my help all that 𝐛𝐚𝐝 , huh ׅׅ𖤠 〞he'd get a slight lean , avoidant of the 𝒃lade as he'd continue to tease her . 〝 tell me mags , which punk am i supposed to scare 𝓼hitless ׅׅ𖤠 〞he'd let his voice mellow , reassembling a whisper . tatted fingers steadily grabbed her hands , maintaining some ounce of gentleness that still stirred within him .
〝 even if it comes down to 𝓴illin' , i'm still your guy .͟.͟.͟ ͟just , ya know 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘀 my beloved 𝖑ucille , that is .〞a grim reminder of that bat , the reason she became a widow as he finally snapped her own 𝔀eapon away 、slowly like another grotesque rehearsal .
“I don’t know about the rest of the world, but if I didn’t need your help so bad, I’d still be trying to kill you.” That wasn’t entirely true. She hated him for what he’d taken from her, but her thirst for revenge had dampened as she watched her son grow up and realized she —
the subtle relaxation of the grip , made him feel like he had the upper——hand . 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 、but let a man stay * foolish . 〝 oh , i am 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 hidin’ but ya know …͟〞he’d trail off , expression eccentric .
〝 …͟thought i could peek out every once in a while to see how the rest of the 𝒘orld’s doin’ —— have they forgotten my name , ooor are they still lookin’ for ways to 𝓴ill me 𖤠〞he’d deliver another chuckle , a sly one this time around 、staring down theatrically .
〝 pun—𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 . 〞
Maggie rolled her eyes and stifled a huff of laughter. She relaxed the pressure of the blade the tiniest bit. “What the hell are you doin’ out here, any way? I thought you’d be in hiding.” She sighed heavily.
a dry wheeze escaped the man's lips , finding her sarcasm to be oddly 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 despite that 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 they shared、a feeling 𝖇uried so deep that kept on popping up , almost like a 𝒃𝒂𝒅 ― seed .゛so , what brought ya here , hm .ᐣ゛he'd quip , trying to feign being stoic. ゛besides , my smile's 'n handsome looks . ゛
Maggie felt the bile rise in her throat at his words. “About as much as miss a case of herpes,” she retorted. She managed to keep her hand steady. Damned if he didn’t make her stomach flutter in a way that was more than just the disgust he made her feel.
he would be 𝓵ying if he confessed that having her to corner him with her cold 𝒷lade nearly brushing against his skin , didn't give him the god𝒅amn 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 . sounds like a guy that knows how to live life to the full , apparently . ゛so , you didn't 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 me .ᐣ ゛tone remained light―hearted、such a vast contrast to the 𝒅anger he was in .
@ONESWlNGAWAY “This ain’t a social call, Negan,” she growled as she pressed the tip of the blade closer to his neck. She would have loved nothing more than to cut his throat, but she needed him right now. He was the only one who could help her.