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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

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 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

[Blake goes to find Negan and tries to figure out why he’s been keeping tings from her?]

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It took Blake ten minutes to find Negan, now walking alone down one of the darkened Sanctuary hallways.

He was bundled up, with a thick navy jacket thrown over his usual leather one, carrying Lucille in one hand, and Blake noted that Mia was absent from the other.

But knowing that the toddler was likely safe somewhere, Blake had far more pressing matters to corner him about.

"Peaches," grinned the dark-haired Saviour, glancing over her shoulder covertly for a moment, checking there was no one else around. "Can I jus' say, you look like one smokin' hot mamma, this afternoon-"

"Don't flirt with me, Negan," Blake snapped, coming to stop a mere breath away from him, looking stern and jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "Why didn't you tell me that people were getting sick, huh?"

Blake saw the smile falter from Negan's face.

"Darlin'-"

"No, Negan, I'm serious. I'm done with you keeping shit like this from me," she said angrily. "We're supposed to be a team here-"

"Yeah I know that," said Negan suddenly frowning himself. "But Carson was handlin' it."

Blake gave an enormous huff at his words, raising her hands in exasperation. "And what happens if this spreads? What if everyone gets sick? What if people start dying, Negan?"

But before the blonde could say another word, Negan had grasped both her wrists stopping her mid-gesture.

"If that shit happens, getting wound up about it ain't gonna help anyone!" he said stopping Blake in her tracks, her visibly calming before him. "We've got a damn doctor here an' that's more than most-"

But Blake shook her blonde head looking forlorn.

"I know but at some point were going to run out of meds and if that happens people won't want to stay here. There's only so loyal they can be when people start dying," she admitted, her shoulders slumping dejectedly. "You just should have told me is all."

Negan gave a long hearty sign, letting go of Blake's wrists.

"Sorry, Doll," the dark-haired Saviour exhaled, running a hand down his visibly exhausted face. "Jus' had a lot of shit on my mind lately and didn' wan' to offload any of that crap on you."

And for the first time today Blake looked at Negan. Really looked at him.

He looked almost a shadow of the man he had been just a few weeks ago.

Heavy purple bags lay beneath his eyes and Blake was almost certain his hair was flecked with a little more grey than normal.

His shoulders rolled forward and he looked strained. Like everything at the moment was really taking a hard toll on him.

"Negan, I'm here to help. Offload all you want," Blake said with a small shake of her head. "If I can't help, I won't, simple as that."

Negan gave a hefty sigh.

"I know Darl'. I guess I jus' didn' think that layin' all that shit on a pregnant gal was the gentlemanly thing to do."

Blake smirked at his response, one of her slender eyebrows raising up into her hairline.

"Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?" she teased, licking her lips.

At her words Negan seemed to relax a little, lifting his chin and grinning back at her.

There it was. That spark back within his gaze again.

"So where'd you ditch Mia this time?" Blake pressed as the pair soon fell into step with one another, making their way back toward the large dining hall, as Blake slipped her hand easily into his.

Negan gave a huff.

"With Frankie," he replied, gesturing before him with the hand now carrying Lucille. "Kid was fine one minute, an' the next, all hell breaks loose. She jus' starts bawlin' for no damn reason!"

Blake offered him a bemused look.

"Must have been a reason," the blonde poked. "I swear if you've been telling her any more of your stories-"

The dark-haired man certainly was keen on telling Mia all sorts of gory, boastful stories about his rise to the top during their walks. Never in Blake's presence of course, as he knew full well his balls would be on the line. But of course, every time Mia had nightmares about "monshters", the blonde was very aware it was likely down to Negan these days.

"Wasn' me, Darlin'!" Negan said loudly, leaning back on his legs as he looked at her. "Kid's been outta sorts all mornin'. Huffin' at me one minute like I wronged her in some fuckin' way. Then the next minute its all tears and wailin'. Kinda like her Mom-OUCH!-"

Negan winced as Blake dug him in the side of the ribs with her elbow.

"-alright, alright, cool it, Peaches, I was jus' kiddin' around."

But the blonde looked up to see the dark-haired fiend grinning back at her, and so gripping his hand ever-tighter, the tall pair headed around the corner, leaving the cold hallway behind them silent and empty once more.

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Just a short little chapter to tide you over! Hope that was ok!

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