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The Duchess - Part 8

The Duchess - Part 8

Summary: She hated him, for everything he had done to them, the damage he had caused, the suffering and pain he had left behind. She hated him… Didn’t she? Emilia comes face to face with the leader of the Saviours and is confronted with his true nature, which in turn has her questioning her own.

Warning/s: Eventual smut, slow burner, profanity/swearing, graphic descriptions of violence.

Pairing: Negan/OC

No gifs are made by me unless otherwise stated. All credit goes to the original creators. (this one is mine :D)

A pause

His gaze flickered from her mouth to her eyes and back again and she was paralysed. No matter how much she kept telling herself to move, step away, do anything, her body wasn’t listening.

Then a loud growl punctured the still air around them and finally she could move, she bowed her head and stepped back, removing her hands from him as if burned. A growl of frustration left Negan as he looked over to the door where the shadow of Logan was visible, now stood apparently growling at someone who was talking outside the door.

He grabbed Lucille and swung her up onto his shoulder before opening the door, voices could be heard.

“You know I just want to talk to him.”

“I said no.”

“Don’t be an asshole Arat.” Negan said, stepping out onto the porch. “Let the man pass.”

She watched and caught a glimpse over Negan’s broad shoulder at who was walking up the steps, somewhat timidly when faced with Logan’s growling.

Logan really disliked Spencer and so did Emilia.

She watched as Negan placed his large tanned hand onto Logan’s head, stroking down over his pointed ears which flicked back up into place immediately. The growling somewhat lessened and again Emilia whispered the word ‘traitor’ at her dog. He didn’t spare her a glance.

“Oh crap, is that for me?”

She stepped forward, standing at Negan’s shoulder to see Spencer dressed up in his Sunday best, pro-offering a bottle of alcohol. His eyes flicked to her and down to Logan before looking again at Negan

“We haven’t officially met, I’m Spencer Monroe. Hi.”

Negan chuckled and glanced down at Emilia, he pointed a finger back and forth between them both. “There’s a lot of fuckin’ tension here, what you two don't get along?… Did she reject you?”

Spencer looked at his shoes before laughing and raising his head, a smile stretched his mouth as he nodded. “Something like that, yeah.”

“Really?” Negan turned to Emilia who ground her teeth together.

“Why don’t you show him your arm Spencer, where Logan dragged you off after you tried to hold me down?” Spencer froze and Negan’s eyes went from amicable to pure fury in a split second.

“Is that fucking so.” Negan turned back to Spencer and draped his free arm over Emilia’s shoulder, pulling her into his side.

“I’d had too much to drink.” Spencer explained, his smile charming as he looked abashed. “I keep apologising to her, I am sorry Emilia. I’m glad Logan was there, but I wouldn’t have hurt you. I just lost my head for a moment, who wouldn’t around such a beautiful woman?”

She felt Negan’s hand tighten on her shoulder before he released her. He took the offered bottle and gestured toward the chairs on the porch. “Why don’t you go inside darlin’, I’ll come find you when the men are finished with their conversation.”

She glared at him as he patronised her, but he didn’t seem to be paying any notice as he walked behind Spencer and swung Lucille up onto his shoulder, she enjoyed watching as the younger man jumped somewhat before laughing nervously.

Emilia refused to miss whatever bullshit Spencer had planned and so quickly darted into the kitchen to get tumblers for their drink. She made her way back out onto the porch as they were both sat, reclined in their seats.

Negan’s eyes shot from the bottle he was admiring to Emilia, he quirked a brow at her disobedience but quickly caught onto her reasons, a conspiring grin lit up his features and she knew he was planning something.

“Why thank you my darlin, what a considerate thing to do.” He took the glasses and placed them on the table, allowing Spencer to pour as his patted his right knee. “Why don’t you come and take a seat Duchess and i’ll let you stay.”

Spencer looked up in shock, quickly speaking before she had chance to protest. “I had hoped to speak with you privately.”

Now she knew she couldn’t miss this conversation and she saw the enjoyment in Negan’s eyes as he watched her squirm whilst she made her choice. “I have no secrets from My Duchess, Spencer. If she wants to sit down, she can stay.”

He knew he’d forced her hand and she ground her teeth in frustration. This wasn’t about her, it was about Rick and Daryl and Judith. She had to know what Spencer was plotting and so swallowed her pride and took a seat on his lap, feeling his large arms envelope her.

“Well hellooo darlin’.” He whispered in a tone which sent an unidentifiable warmth through her. He shifted her so that she was sideways, her legs draped over the side of the chair and pressed against his own legs as his hand lay dangerously low on her hip, his other placed on her thigh drawing circles on the grey material. “You were fucking saying, Spencer?”

The younger man was transfixed by Negan’s hands on her, the envy in the air was almost tangible and she felt Negan’s grip tighten as if he were trying to reassure her. Spencer licked his lips and blinked, breaking his reverie as he continued.

“How are you liking Alexandria?” She ground her teeth together as Negan's hand climbed higher on her thigh and was thankful when Spencer offered the glass, meaning he had to remove a hand from her to take it.

“Running water, air conditioning, house warming gift…” His eyes raked over her and she stared straight ahead as he continued. “and bourbon. That settles it, I am getting myself a vacation home here.”

“Cheers to that!” Emilia fantasised about smashing the bottle over Spencer’s head in that moment as he clinked glasses with Negan who took a mouthful and leant his head back, savouring the taste.

“Mm, that is good.” He opened his eyes and offered it to her. “Wanna try some Duchess?”

She shook her head once before pausing and changing her mind. She took the glass from him, telling herself that if ever there was a time to turn to drink, this was clearly it. His hand resumed its place on her thigh as she downed the liquid, appreciating the burn in her throat. He quirked a brow at her in surprise as she placed the glass down on the table between he and Spencer with some force.

“You know the only thing missing” Negan said to Spencer, turning away from her as she glared at the young man opposite. “Is a pool table, nothin’ better than a good game o’ 8 ball.”

“The house across the street has one in the garage.” The weasel offered, a proud grin alighting his face as Negan declared.

“Oh Spencer! You may just be my new best friend! Such a nice day though, too nice to be cooped up in some garage don't you think. Yeah, I got a better idea.” He patted her thigh and she was only too happy to leap off his lap, irritated she’d learnt nothing. He stood and pulled his jacket from the back of the chair.

She followed them with Logan at her heels as Negan ordered his men to get the pool table from the garage and bring it outside. A nice day he said… She laughed to herself, the clouds overhead and the cool breeze didn’t feel particularly nice to her exposed arms but she couldn’t go inside. Rick wasn’t here and she needed to know what was being said.

Before she knew it she was watching as Negan circled the table whilst Spencer placed the balls in the triangle.

“I could never do this with Rick. He would just be standing there scowlin’, giving me that annoying side eye he gives me.” She watched Negan carefully as he took the cue from one of his men, something wasn’t right. She could tell by the glint in his eye, he was humouring Spencer.

“That’s actually what I came to see you about.” She looked at the young man sharply, aware the street behind her was filling with Alexandrians. “I wanna talk to you about Rick.”

Negan appeared amused as he clicked his tongue against his teeth whist rubbing chalk over the end of his cue before he leant down and placed his large hand on the table, the cue balancing as he spoke. “Alright, talk to me Spencer. Talk to me about Rick.”

She watched Negan carefully, catching his eye once as she stood beside Arat who held the triangle. He only winked at her as he feigned interest in Spencer’s speech.

“I get what you’re trying to do here. What you’re trying to build. I’m not saying I agree with your methods but I get it.” Negan continued to play, taking shots and smirking with each ball he potted. “You’re building a network, you’re making people contribute for the greater good. It makes sense. But you should know that Rick Grimes has a history of not working well with others.”

Negan chewed on his next words as he circled the table, standing beside Spencer as he raised the cue, hitting a ball which hugged the side of the table before speaking. “Is that so?”

“Rick wasn’t the original leader here, my mom was. She was doing a really good job of it. She died, not long after Rick showed up. Same with my brother, same with my Dad.”

Negan propped the cue beside him and leant against it, folding one arm beneath the other as he took a swig from his glass. “So everything was peachy here for what, years? Then Rick shows up and suddenly you’re an orphan. That is the saddest story i’ve ever heard. Good for you he’s not in charge anymore.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Spencer pushed and Emilia closed her eyes as he lined up his shot. “His ego is out of control he’ll find a way to screw things up, to try and do things his way, to take over. That’s what he did with my mom that’s what he’ll do again.” He took his shot as Negan sauntered over to stand beside him, taking a deep drink and quirking his eyebrows before swallowing. She saw that muscle in his jaw jump and she ground her teeth.

Shut up Spencer, shut up, shut up, shut up.

“What exactly are you proposing be done about that?” Negan set him up, laid out the line and she watched as Spencer fell for it hook line and sinker, betraying Rick. She couldn’t just stand there and watch so as Spencer went to open his cocky mouth and reply, she interrupted.

“Shut up you moron. Shut up.”

Negan ignored her, only watching Spencer as the air of arrogance around him swelled, he puffed out his chest before he responded. “I am my mothers son, I can be the leader she was. Thats what this place needs, thats what you need.”

“So I should put you in charge. Thats what you’re saying?” She closed her eyes and shook her head, she balled a fist in the thick fur of Logan who stood at her side, growling softly.

“We’d be much better off.” Spencer affirmed and Negan smirked as he raised the glass to his lips again, turning to look at Emilia and Logan before swinging back round to Spencer.

“Let’s see this scar, I’m intrigued at the damage Logan did!” Spencer faltered for a moment before nodding and rolling up his sleeve. There was a large chunk missing from his forearm and several visible teeth scars as the tissue folded in on itself, he would have lost his arm if it hadn’t been for her pulling Logan off and the quick thinking of Denise. Negan let out a low whistle before turning round to Logan.

“Good boy!” He called while bouncing backward on his heels before turning back to Spencer, who now looked somewhat confused. “You know, I’m thinking Spencer. I’m thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts but he is out there right now gathering shit for me to make sure that I don’t hurt any of the fine people that live here.” His eyes lingered Emilia as he spoke the word ‘fine’ but he continued speaking without pause.

“He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done. That takes guts.” Negan leaned forward and potted another ball, before he placed his cue down in the middle of the table. “And then theres you…”

Negan slowly walked toward Spencer, the patch of sweat growing on his back, clearly visible through his blue shirt gave away just how unnerved he was but the leader of the Saviors.

“The guy who waited for Rick to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me, get me to do his dirty work so he could take Rick’s place. So I gotta ask, if you wanna take over why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over.”

“No no- I didn’t, I don’t-“ Spencer stammered but Negan silenced him with a raised hand and continued.

“You know what I’m thinking, cause I have a guess.” Negan leant forward and whispered loudly, everyone could hear him. “It’s because… you got no guts.”

Then suddenly his hand was at his hip and then there was a flash of steel and Spencer choked in shock as the blade ripped through his stomach, clutching at his intestine as they spilled out. Everyone gathered gasped and Emilia watched in horror as Spencer fell to his knees, looking down at his hands and the insides he held in them.

“How embarrassing!” Negan proclaimed, gloating. “There they are, they were inside you the whole time, you did have guts! I’ve never been so wrong in all my whole life!”

He smiled widely and turned, picking up Lucille from where she rested against the pool table and gesturing toward Spencer’s body. “Someone better get up here and clean this mess up.”

“So…” He pointed Lucille around at those gathered. “Anyone wanna finish the game?

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yourslovinglecter · 8 years ago

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The Duchess - Part 7

Warning/s: Eventual smut, slow burner, profanity/swearing, graphic descriptions of violence.

Pairing: Negan/OC

No gifs are made by me unless otherwise stated. All credit goes to the original creators.

Her mouth dropped open as she realised he held Judith in his arms, his eyes alight with tenderness and he leant in a placed a kiss on her nose.

She stood there gaping, wondering if she had hit her head at any point last night before those dark eyes captured hers and drifted down briefly to her cleavage before tracing the rest of her outline.

"Look Judith, it's the second most beautiful lady in my life! Come on up Duchess." He winked and stood with Judith on his hip he approached Emilia whilst she made her way up the steps.

Judith stretched her arms out to Emilia and she complied, holding her arms out and raising an eyebrow at Negan who seemed reluctant to hand the infant over, but did.

Judith buried her head in Emilia's neck as her chubby fist scrunched into the fabric of her tank top, hiking it up leaving a small stretch of stomach open to the elements. She felt the cool air on her lower abdomen but refused to show him it bothered her as his eyes memorised the bare skin.

He ran a hand over his bearded chin before he held his arms out to his side, his white tshirt stretching over his torso. She noted a few tattoos which she had never seen before, he had always been in his leather jacket.

“Just in time sweetheart, I was just tellin’ Carl here I think I could get me a house here in the suburbs.” He chucked darkly and stepped closer, his eyes dropped to Judith momentarily who had fallen asleep with her face pressed against Emilia’s shoulder. “Whaddya say Duchess, shall we settle down, maybe there’ll be the pitter patter of tiny feet on our porch… Hell we already got the dog!”

His smirk stretched up one side of his mouth slowly as he grinned and leaned closer, his eyes flicking to Logan who watched him carefully before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. She felt heat warm her face even though she was cold.

"You smell good enough to fucking eat darlin’, that for me?" He loomed over her, his hand raising to tug at a damp brunette curl.

"Don't flatter yourself." She replied sarcastically before walking past him to take a seat in the chair he had occupied. Only realising her error when she leant back into the warm leather of his jacket and his musky, spicy scent filled her nose.

Negan turned and smiled widely as he watched her cradle Judith, trying to unfist the infant’s hand from the thin fabric of her tank top.

“Hey kid, come with me. I’m gonna show you how to shave! Your dad gone through that with you yet? No? Of fucking course he hasn’t. Lets go!”

He winked at her as Carl stood and made his way inside, she thought he would head in too but instead he leant toward her with his arms outstretched. He tugged the leather jacket up and thinking he wanted it back she leaned forwards, cradling Judith close.

Instead of him stepping away however he lowered the jacket around her shoulders and pulled it tight around them both before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on Judith's brow. He raised his head, his face was a hairs breadth away from hers as he spoke.

“Wouldn’t want my girls catchin’ a cold now. I’ll be right back darlin’, just gonna go freshen up before dinner.” Then before she knew what had happened he leant in and placed a kiss on her cheek. His beard scratched her skin contrasting with the softness of his lips. She froze in place, gritting her teeth as she let him play out his little scenario. He breathed deeply again, clearly enjoying the scent of her soap before he stood and followed Carl into the house.

She released a breath in a woosh of air and Logan tilted his head at her, she narrowed her eyes at him. “Traitor” she whispered to him, but he was thoroughly uninteresting in her childishness and laid his head upon his paws. “I used to think you were a good judge of character!” She accused.

“Emilia?” The shaking voice interrupted her berating her dog and she looked up to see Olivia trembling, clutching powdered lemonade to her chest. “Oh, thank god.”

She rushed forward, her worried eyes landing on Judith as she spoke quickly, trying to explain. “He had Judith and told me to go, I couldn’t, I didn’t want to leave her but I couldn’t stay, he wouldn’t take no for an answer and I-”

“Olivia.” Emilia calmly interrupted. “It’s okay, i’ve got Judith, go home. No don’t argue, give me the damn lemonade and go home I’ll cover for you. He doesn’t frighten me.”

Olivia looked at her with wide, grateful eyes. Her gaze darted to the house momentarily before she handed over the lemonade. “You’re so brave… Are you sure you can- will you be alright?”

Emilia nodded and smiled softly. “I’ll be fine, here just help me a moment.” She passed back the lemonade for a moment whilst she stood, noticing as Olivia’s eyes flickered to the jacket over her shoulders while she shifted Judith into a more comfortable position and extended her free hand to take the lemonade.

“Is that his…?” She asked, her lower lip trembling as Emilia nodded. “I slapped him you know… I thought he’d kill me.”

Emilia looked up in surprise and smiled widely. “You didn't?” She asked rhetorically but Olivia nodded anyway, a slight smile on her mouth. “Well done you, i’m sure he deserved it. Now go on, get home.”

She didn’t need telling again and was gone before Emilia had even turned to make her way indoors, Logan followed her despite her scolding and settled down on the rug in the entryway as she paced the floor, glancing at the staircase repeatedly and hoping Carl was okay.

When they finally appeared she had to double take and wished she hadn’t because the large grin that spread across Negan’s now cleanly shaven face told her he’d gotten the reaction he was looking for. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he ran his hand over his beard free chin, his smile never budged.

"Whaddya think, Sweetheart?"

She feigned ignorance and merely quipped. "Of?"

He chucked darkly and stepped closer, his eyes dropped to Judith momentarily who had fallen asleep with her face pressed against Emilia’s shoulder.

"You preferred the beard, is that it? I can grow it back darlin' don't you worry."

"It makes no difference to me." She shrugged her shoulders gently, mindful of the sleeping baby.

His smile stretched even wider and his dark chuckle told her he didn’t believe a word of it, she didn’t care, let him think she was attracted to him, she wasn’t.

“I am hungry! Lets go see what’s for dinner kid!” Carl followed behind Negan, again she wondered why his eye was exposed but didn’t broach the delicate subject and instead followed them to the kitchen, shrugging the jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair.

Emilia and Carl stood and watched as Negan pulled spaghetti from the cupboard as well as tinned tomatoes and pots of dried herbs.

"Spaghetti it is!" He pronounced as he pulled the apron which hung from the door hook over his head and secured it around his waist.

She'd never met a man who could pull off such an action with such masculine aplomb but kept her face neutral as he winked at her and lit the stove, setting a pan of water atop it to boil.

“Carl you get to makin’ the rolls and Duchess is that the Lemonade I sent dear Olivia out for, where is she?” He turned to Emilia, his smile wide as the cheshire cats.

“I sent her home.” She said, well aware of the dangerous glint in his eye as he stepped up to her.

“You did, did you? I’d asked her to do somethin’ Duchess and you overruled my fuckin’ authority over your people. That’s a pretty fuckin’ big deal to me darlin’ cause I need everyone on board… Now what am I gonna get in return for lettin’ this slide, hmm?” He leaned toward her, his height eclipsing hers.

“You’ve got me here instead of her. Unless you’d rather I go get her and go back home which i’m more than happy to do.” She stood toe to toe with him, her chin raised in defiance only wishing she didn’t have Judith on her hip somewhat lessening the effect.

“Oh you play dirty.” His deep chuckle felt as though it vibrated through her. “Okay Duchess, for the pleasure of your fuckin’ company I’ll let Olivia go. But for future reference Darlin’ you’ll do well to remember that a Duchess doesn’t outrank the King and I am most assuredly King of this motherfuckin’ castle.” His dark espresso eyes held hers, along with a challenge almost daring her to contradict him. “You’re on lemonade duty.”

With that he span away and set to work at the stove. She clenched her jaw rhythmically and shot a wistful glance at Lucille, who sat propped against a cupboard. Instead she moved over to the opposite counter top and with Judith on her hip set to work on the lemonade.

It seemed Negan was in his element, thoroughly enjoying himself as he stirred at the sauce he had created. He held the spoon aloft and tasted, vocalising his enjoyment before he offered it to Emilia.

“Come taste this Darlin’.”

She was about to refuse but caught the warning in his eye and so stepped forward and moved to take the spoon.

“Nuh-uh open.” He held the spoon out, his hand cupped beneath it to catch spillages and pressed it gently to her closed lips.

She swallowed once before opening and tasting the sauce. Her tongue flicked over her upper lip to catch the remaining before it dripped and his eyes watched her mouth with a breathtaking intensity.

“Mm, I coulda got that for you sweetheart.”

“Drop dead.” She replied mimicking him in the same sweet tone and he smirked widely at her daring.

“The rolls are ready to go in.” Carl interrupted and the muscle in Negan’s jaw jumped in irritation.

“Then put the damn things in the oven kid, we were having a fuckin’ moment here!”

“No, we weren’t.” She clarified, shifting Judith before going to get the lemonade and bringing it to the table.

Soon they were all sat at the table, Negan at the head with Emilia to his right and Carl next to her, there was a fourth place set for Rick to his left which remained empty as they waited. Emilia had some mashed potatoes for Judith which she’d fed to her whilst they waited, now however she had fallen asleep and Negan had lost his patience.

“I’m not waiting for your dad anymore.” He sighed in irritation. “I don’t know where the hell he is but Lucille… is hungry.” He picked Lucille up from her place resting against his knee and placed her in the empty place setting. “Carl, pass the rolls.”

Carl passed the rolls to her which she passed to Negan, he winked at her as he took one and stood to place a serving of spaghetti on each of their plates. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of eating it but as she hadn’t eaten since her granola bar from the night before her stomach rumbled loudly in anticipation.

She held Judith to her chest as she picked up a fork and spun the pasta around it. Carl was picking absent mindedly at the pasta and Negan was digging in, clearly enjoying his own culinary expertise. She raised the fork to her mouth aware of his gaze and chewed slowly, stroking Judith’s hair gently as she swallowed.

“Ever thought about having kids Duchess?” His question was a surprise, she was expecting him to ask if she liked the food and had the word ‘yes’ already on her lips before she paused and frowned at him.

“What? You must be joking?” She looked at him as if he’d grown a second head and he chucked softly, his eyes darting down to Judith who snored softly whilst cradled to her front.

“In a place this safe it could be an option.” He rolled his shoulders in a shrug. “You seem to be a natural. If Carl here hadn’t already told me their Mom was dead I’d suspect she was yours.”

“No. I haven’t thought about it.” She answered and ate more pasta, hoping he might leave her in peace if she was eating his food.

“Huh.” He said thoughtfully, that grin on his face before he once again turned his attention to his plate.

Once she had finished she stood, his eyes raised to her in question. “I’m going to put Judith down, she’s exhausted.”

The corner of his mouth turned upward and now he was clean shaven a dimple was clearly visible as he showed his perfect white teeth. He nodded once and tapped his cheek with his index finger, leaning out toward her, freshly shaven cheek presented.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said, looking at him in disbelief.

He pointed to her, his finger pressing lightly against her sternum. “Duchess.” He stated as if it were her name and then turned his finger, pressing it into his own chest. “King.”

She growled under her breath and he seemed thoroughly delighted with this as he presented his cheek again, with a somewhat boyish grin. She bent down quickly and barely touched a kiss to his cheek, then she fled before he could protest and she was in Judith’s room with the door closed against her back, breathing deeply to try and rid the smell of musk and spice from her nose.

She placed the baby down in the crib and gripped the wood hard, as if she was trying to anchor herself. How he could be so damn charming and infuriating at the same time she didn’t know but she took a calming breath before making her way back downstairs.

She could see a black shape outside the front door which meant Logan had taken up watch on the porch. She sighed as she placed her hand on the door frame to swing back through to the dining room where she collided with a hard chest and that spicy scent filled her noise again. Large hands came either side of her waist, burning through the thin fabric as he steadied her.

“Watch where you’re going darlin! Or don’t…” His voice was rough and gravelled as he leaned toward her, his dark eyes having captured hers. “I fucking prefer it when you don't if this is where we end up.”

Her hands had moved to his chest without her permission when they had collided, to steady herself maybe, or reach for something to stop her fall, it just so happened it had to be him. She was sure he’d timed it deliberately.

This close to him she felt vulnerable as she craned her neck back to meet his eyes, his height and strength almost making her shrink before him.

“You’re an arsehole.” She whispered and he smirked in delight at her British pronunciation before leaning closer, his breath ghosted across her lips as he whispered back.

“I know.”

Part 8

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yourslovinglecter · 8 years ago

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Had the most vivid dream about JDM last night..

Think it's a sign I need to write more of The Duchess! (P.s whoever told you not to eat cheese before bed lied, DO IT!!! I will now be having a block every night before bed if it means more dreams like that 😂🤤👅)

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yourslovinglecter · 8 years ago

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The Duchess - Part 6

Warning/s: Eventual smut, slow burner, profanity/swearing, graphic descriptions of violence.

Pairing: Negan/OC

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

No gifs are made by me unless otherwise stated. All credit goes to the original creators. A/N: THIS IS A LONG ONE SO HUNKER DOWN! I couldn’t leave you another whole chapter without Negan, so I combined two as a thanks for all of your lovely support.

She couldn’t have been asleep for more than a couple of hours which meant she had a fair while to wait before she’d see the daylight again. She had two choices, stay here and hope they bypassed them or move and risk being heard. If she remained where she was and they discovered her, it surely meant the end for her and Logan…

If she moved maybe she had more of a chance, it would be harder for them to find her but in turn she’d be stumbling around in the dark and had more risk of running head first into a walker.

She listened hard, all of her senses were on high alert. She knew she was around 50 miles away from Alexandria, which was a days travel on foot, whoever these people were they could have a vehicle.

She jumped hard and pulled on Logan’s fur as a loud, high scream pierced the air around them, drifting from somewhere ahead. Then gun fire, the anguished screams of another person, she could hear them begging whoever was injured to say with them… Then more gunfire.

Then more screams.

A shot

Then silence.

She closed her eyes for a moment as the imagined scene flew up unbidden from behind her eyelids. Why had they used guns, the fools. That would have attracted every walker in the area right too them.

She clung to Logan, every noise making her jump.

She didn’t sleep any more that night, her heart raced in her chest and she was sure it was as loud as the gunfire had been, was sure it would draw every walker to them.

She didn’t know how much time had passed until she heard the shuffling, it had felt like hours but could have only been mere minutes. It sounded like a lot of them, gurgling and groaning and stumbling their way through the forest.

A herd.

And she was stuck right in their path.

She sucked in a deep breath as panic seeped into her bones, her arm tingled at the rush of oxygen and she felt light headed as she thought about the possible outcomes.

She’d never forgive herself if her foolhardy venture ended up with Logan being… No.

She wouldn’t think about it.

Couldn’t.

She trusted her dog and so laid in total silence beneath him, the large tree was their only cover. She listened intently as she heard them bounce off the rope surrounding the clearing and continued in another direction.

She felt every single second of the minutes and hours that passed, her muscles screamed from the constant tension in her muscles but she was too afraid if she moved they’d hear her. Her fists were still clenched in Logan’s dark fur as she held him atop her, fearing that if he moved they’d get him.

Silent tears tracked their way down her face as the stench of rotting flesh surrounded them. She was grateful for her nose being buried in Logan's fur, his familiar scent comforting her as they waited together. Fear overwhelmed her, fear of moving, of being discovered, of the rope snapping or a twig giving way beneath their combined weight, fear of Logan shifting or one of them tripping and managing to get through…

As she ran through the many scenarios in her mind time passed slowly, she had never wanted to see anything so much as another sunrise, but she knew that if it rose whilst they were in the midst of the herd, they were done for.

Silently she prayed.

Gradually the noise seemed to lessen over time, fewer groans and dragging footsteps led her to believe that the bulk of the herd had passed them and it couldn’t have been in better timing as the sky was beginning to lighten ever so slightly. She could just see the glimpse of sky through the canopy of trees.

She remained where she was, her whole body felt as though it was on fire having had constant adrenaline rushing through her for the last few hours. She thought she’d either pass out or throw up when she moved. She hoped that she was at least away from the walkers if that happened.

The sky was beginning to glow now, before it had been a dark navy as the sun began to rise and now the sky was a glowing red and orange.

Suddenly she heard her mothers voice in her mind.

“Red sky at night, shepherd's delight. Red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning”

She refused to acknowledge the feeling of dread that filled her stomach, it was just her mothers superstitions rubbing off on her and she wouldn’t let them influence her now.

She had just enough light to see her surroundings and as the shuffling had lessened she risked a glance to her right to see their situation.

A few bodies lumbered their way through the trees, only visible as dark shapes shifting in the minimal light. She shifted slightly to try and look behind them, to see if there was a way out. They didn’t have much time now before they would be bathed in sunlight. She couldn’t see round the thick tree which had kept them hidden all this time, not without moving and Logan firmly remaining in place told her he was against that idea.

She loosened her grip on his fur and felt somewhat guilty as clumps came away in her sweaty palms. She couldn’t believe she had been gripping that hard and he’d not even made a move or noise, again she felt her heart swell for her loyal pup.

The sky was lightening by the second, now stained with pink and yellow and the dark shapes became more discernible. They were still surrounded, though now by a massively reduced amount of the walking dead. She would have guessed during the darkness they were in the midst of a herd of at least a hundred walkers, now however she could guess more or less ten of them were straggling along at the back.

Logan shifted and she knew that was her signal to move. His warm heavy weight lifted, hitting her with a blast of cold air which helped alert her further. He was silent as he moved, his paws settling into the leaves beside her without even a crunch. She sat up as slowly as she could, hoisting her bow and ignoring the pain in her arms knocked an arrow, on one knee she surveyed their surroundings.

Her movement had attracted attention and the walker closest groaned loudly and stumbled towards her, arms outstretched whilst his exposed guts swung from the slit in his bloated stomach.

Disgust curled her lip as she pulled back and glanced briefly to her side at Logan. He was gone.

Panic shot through her and her eyes darted around the area. She couldn’t see him. Surely she’d have heard him if anything had happened?

She loosed the arrow, fear for her best friend now driving her as the wood hit home and lodged within the eye socket of the disembowelled walker. It fell with a thud, drawing the attention of the remaining.

She had five arrows left and at least double that were now all heading for her, enclosed in her self made rope circle she realised just how pathetic it looked. They bounced off the rope but kept coming, she fired her arrows one by one, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she knew she couldn’t miss a single shot, and she didn’t.

But she still didn’t have enough arrows.

Once she had run out she threw her bow over her shoulder and bent down to retrieve the hunting knife, her eyes still frantically scanning for Logan. She didn’t realise she had been backing away until her back hit rope and fingers clutched at her clothing.

She gasped and jumped forward, spinning quickly to see an open mouth full of teeth and a black, rotten tongue snapping at her. The walker seemed aggravated to have been so close and not gotten a taste and lunged forward, his head pushing through the two lines of rope as he toppled forward into her inclosure. She took her advantage whilst he was on the floor and lodged her blade firmly into his temple. The body stilled and she breathed, finally noticing the growls and thudding of bodies dropping to the floor around her.

She span to the noise to see him and relief filled her just as much as fear as he leapt at a walked and ripped at its throat until its head was dislodged from its body.

“Logan!” She hissed as another walked stumbled towards him. He shot out of its way just in time and sped into the trees, a long low howl striking her to the very core as she realised what he was doing.

“No!” She whispered as tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched him lead the walkers away.

She leapt into action and retrieved her arrows, not having time to untie her rope Emilia grabbed her pack and ran after them. She stayed alert, well aware her crashing footfall through the forest was alerting everything with ears to her presence, but she wouldn’t lose him.

Each walker she came upon she stabbed through the back of the head, lodging her knife upward from where the neck ended and head began and swiftly removing it and carrying on her pursuit. Her chest burned and her breaths puffed out in clouds of air as she ran until she could run no more.

“Lo-gan!” She called, bending over with her hands on her knees, knife dangling from her fingertips as she panted. “Logan!”

She heard a low howl, and her head snapped around to the echoed noise, it had come from back the way she had come. He had circled round for her only to find she had disappeared.

“Fuck. I’m coming!” She cursed and retraced her footsteps back, running past the bodies of the fallen walkers, some she had killed and some she had come across with their heads ripped clean from their bodies.

At this point she thought she may pass out, her legs burned and her chest pulsed with warning as oxygen set her lungs on fire but she refused to stop until she found him. She had been running across the dirt road which cut through the forest when a set of large paw prints leading up caught her attention. She looked in the direction of the clearing they had spent the night in and saw the tracks had come from that way. Had he realised she wasn’t there and continued up? She knew he could have tracked her, found her, but if he knew she was coming maybe he was leading her to something.

She followed the tracks, happy to see the large paw prints but knowing the gnawing dread in her gut wouldn’t be assuaged until she saw him.

The tracks led her back into the forest, she was up about 5 miles from where they had been the night before when, whilst tearing through the trees, familiar eyes pierced hers and she let out a happy laugh as she ran at the black, furry figure which was sat next to a fallen tree. She launched herself forward and wrapped her hands around him, his large tongue licked the side of her face once as she muttered how happy she was to have found him into his fur.

Then her eyes slid sideways and she realised what he was sitting next to. It was two bodies, they must have been the ones who were caught by the herd unaware last night, the two they had listened to as they die. She pulled the black scarf around her neck up and over her nose as the smell hit her. The first man had been torn apart, there was a large open cavity where his stomach used to be and a single hole in his head. She looked to the other figure and realised what must have happened. He’d shot his friend as he was being ripped apart and then himself when he realised there was no escape.

She let go of Logan and shut off her feelings as she opened her pack to take whatever she could from them.

She’d nearly lost Logan for their stupidity.

She picked up the gun from the undergrowth and was about to deposit in her pack when a carving caught her eye. Her gaze jumped over the two bodies and then back to the handle of the gun. A baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. They were saviours.

The image of Negan flashed into her minds eye and she shook her head to dislodge it, taking a little satisfaction knowing these couldn’t be good people. Not if they followed him.

They had been carrying a lot, food, weapons and even medicine. She wondered if they had been separated from a larger group, perhaps raiding and stealing from another group nearby. Emilia shouldered both her pack and the one they had been carrying.

She was slightly disappointed not to be able to head on and look for more but she simply couldn’t carry anything else on foot. She motioned for Logan to follow her and he did, his head pressed into her hip as they walked and she rested her hand on his neck as they made their way back to the dirt road, knowing that following it would lead them home.

“You scared me you know.” She said as she looked down at him, he only looked at her as he panted, his tongue and teeth dripped with blood and only now did she rub her cheek where he had licked her. “That’s fucking disgusting Logan.”

She wiped her face on her shoulder, fully aware she was just smearing the blood across her cheek. Still she ruffled the fur on his neck, pleased they had made it out of there together as they walked together.

A couple of hours had passed judging by the position of the sun when the low grumble of an engine caught their ears. They both diverted from the path, Emilia ducked behind a large tree and looked back up the road, trying to catch sight of the vehicle. The sunlight glinted off the windscreen and it wasn’t until she could see the driver that she smiled with relief. She’d know that hair anywhere.

She stepped into the path and waved, Logan took her cue and reappeared at her side as the car slowed to a stop and she opened the door to let him in, getting in behind him.

“Mind if we catch a ride back?” She turned to Michonne who eyed her with a grim smirk, her gaze lingering on the new pack and blood smeared cheek.

“Sure… What happened to you?” The engine started and Emilia laughed, she delved into her bag as she explained their night, finding the remaining can of dog food she passed it back to Logan who stuck his head straight in.

“He deserves the rest of that for what he did.” She concluded and Michonne looked at her in disbelief.

“Jesus.” She looked back at the road, seeming tense as if she was deciding whether or not to say something. Emilia gave her time, enjoying the cold wind on her face as they drove with the windows down. “I found The Saviours and their compound. We’re massively outnumbered and outgunned. There is nothing we can do to fight.”

It was the first time she had heard Michonne speak with an air of defeat and she looked at her friend in shock.

“That big, huh?” Michonne only nodded, her hands gripping tightly to the steering wheel. “Well then I guess we can only keep on doing what Negan wants until we find another way.”

When Emilia spoke the name of the leader of the Saviours Michonne shot her a strange look and chewed over what she was about to say.

“He’s got his eye on you.”

“Ha.” Emilia snorted, rolling her eyes. “He’s just a self important, egotistical jackass who thinks he’s gods gift to women and that we’ll all fall at his feet if he flashes a smile.”

“I agree.” Michonne said as she turned to look at the woman beside her. “But be careful. It’s you he’s singling out. Don’t do anything stupid.”

The conversation died then as she briefly mulled over Michonne’s warning before her thoughts turned to having a shower at home, she missed being able to have a hot bath but it wasn’t an easy thing to come by nowadays. Her daydreaming was interrupted as Michonne cursed loudly and she realised why as they pulled up to the already open gates of Alexandria.

The Saviours were here.

Both women exited the car quickly and Logan stayed at Emilia’s side as they entered, Negan’s many men loitered around the entrance as they leant against the vans smoking and drinking. All eyes were on them as they entered and they aimed to quickly make their way past.

Michonne was ahead of Emilia and walked up toward the storage lockup quickly, assumedly to check what was being taken. A large bald man stepped in front of Emilia as she made to walk past, blocking her route.

Michonne looked back but Emilia shook her head once, telling her to go on, saying she could handle it.

“Well what the fuck we got here?” The man laughed and looked over to his friends, all of whom laughed and jeered from their place against the metal side of the van.

“Move.” She said, glaring at the man who took a step toward her, only to hesitate as Logan snarled at her side, his upper lip pulled back to show his large, sharp teeth.

“You better tell your fucking mutt to heel bitch or i’ll make it my dinner.”

Before any of them could react she had her bow drawn and aimed as fury pulsed through her veins, the sharp metal tip was inches away from the brutes eye socket and he looked shocked as his friends withdrew their weapons and yelled at her to drop hers.

“Say that again.” She spoke, ignored them. How dare he threaten Logan after what he had just saved her from, after the hell they had been through. “I fucking dare you.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice quivered slightly and he didn't move any closer, although he tried to uphold his false bravado she could see through it. “What, you gonna shoot me?”

“My arrow in your eye socket will be the least of your problems.” The large, bald man got the insinuation and his eyes slid down to Logan at her side, clearly now noticing the fresh blood staining his teeth as he snarled and snapped at the man. “I have often wondered what would happen if he bites someone with rotten walker blood is on his teeth… Do you think you’d get infected? Shall we find out?”

“What in the ever loving fuck is fucking going on? Why can’t you fucking people get the damn message I swear to-” The familiar deep voice approached from behind the large balding man who blocked her path and field of view. His speech stopped as he approached from their flank and saw who it was and what was going on. “Well, hello there Duchess, I was wondering where the fuck you were.”

“Out scavenging. For you and these dim witted morons.” She could feel his eyes on her but she dared not look away from the man in front of her. Her arm didn’t even quiver as she held the tension in her drawn arrow.

“Lower your fucking weapons.” Negan spoke to his men who did as he said, the bald man frowned in protest and opened his mouth to complain before the authoritative voice spoke again. “You fucking move back from her unless you want your dick ripped off by her fucking guard wolf and an arrow in your eye. I don’t think she’s fucking around.”

He did as he was told and stepped away, his eyes narrowing on the pack at her shoulder and she lowered her bow slightly, the tension easing as she allowed the arrow to rest but didn’t put it in her quiver, just in case.

Negan entered her field of vision, his eyes tracked over the blood on her face which was probably mixed with tears and dirt. She clenched her teeth and swore to herself she didn’t give a damn what she looked like. She’d been out scavenging she wasn’t going to look clean and fresh as a daisy. He handed Lucille off to Carl who was stood behind him, his hollow socket fully exposed as he bowed his head. She frowned at him for a moment in confusion before that voice captured her attention then.

“Well, aren’t you the most fucking beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.” For a split second she thought he’d been talking to her… Then she realised his eyes were fixed on Logan who was still at her side, his snarls having reduced to low growls now that the other man had moved out of her personal space.

She saw Negan take a step and looked around, everyone was watching. The whole of Alexandria knew Logan and his temperament, it was as if they were all waiting with bated breath to see him lunge at Negan. Well, she wouldn’t let her dog be shot because they wanted a show, begrudgingly she warned him.

“I wouldn’t… He doesn’t like strangers. Men especially.” Those dark eyes flicked up to hers as he smirked cockily and crouched, his arms resting on his knees as he met Logan’s eyes.

“I’m sure we’ll be best of fucking friends.”

She snorted in disbelief. “Yeah right, okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If he rips your throat out we aren’t responsible and they aren’t allowed to shoot.” She pointed toward his men who were watching the situation with morbid curiosity and fear.

“Yeah yeah sure Darlin’, no one shoot if the dog moves. Happy now?” He flashing his white smile at her before looking back to Logan. “What’s this beauties name then?”

“Logan.” She said, finally putting her arrow back in her quiver and her bow over her shoulder to free up her hands to lay one upon Logan’s neck, attempting to calm him anyway she could. If Negan was determined to do this, she hoping her lack of hostility would show Logan not to do anything that could put them in danger.

“Well, hello there Logan. You are fucking magnificent!” He extended one large, tanned hand toward her dog, leaving it handing in the air between them, waiting. Logan continued to growl, the hair on his back and neck was raised upward as he held Negan’s gaze, she patted his neck and sighed.

“I told you, he doesn’t like men.”

“Sure he does.” Negan said tilting his head at Logan. “He just hasn’t fucking met a real man yet.”

She rolled her eyes, his alpha male, macho rubbish wouldn’t work on Logan. She was just hoping they got out of this encounter alive.

Then, suddenly, the air appeared to shift and she stood amazed as Logan went quiet, licked his lips and stepped forward, butting Negan’s hand with his head once as the man in question grinned from ear to ear.

“Theres a good dog!” Negan scratched Logan behind the ear once and stood, now toe to toe with her and she suddenly wished she hadn’t holstered her bow. “See, he knows who’s in charge. Does his mistress?”

She clenched her jaw and couldn’t resist rising to the bait. “Don’t get cocky, one word from me and he’d rip your throat out regardless.”

“Oh I don’t fucking doubt it Duchess!” His eyes glinted with hunger as they roamed over her. “Hell if I got to sleep in your bed every night i’d rip any fucking throat out you asked me too.”

“Can we get through now?” She decided to ignore his previous statement, heeding Michonne’s warning with determination not to stoke to fire.

He swept his arm out behind him and turned on the spot, hit tongue touched his teeth as he spoke, his southern accent slightly more pronounced. “After you Darlin’.”

She stormed past with Logan at her heels, she could have sworn she heard him chuckle with glee behind her but she didn’t turn to look. She heard a swoosh of air which could only be Lucille as he took his weapon back from Carl and swung her up onto his shoulder before his longer strides meant he was walking along side her.

“Where is Rick?” He asked her, his eyes watching her carefully as they walked, Logan trotted along between them.

“I was about to ask you the same question.” She turned to look at Carl, a frown pursing her lips before she looked back to Negan. “I’ve been gone two days.”

Negan stopped suddenly and she turned to face him, irritated that her wait for a shower was being prolonged.

“If you weren’t with fucking Rick out there, who did you go scavenging with?” His tone sounded deadly but she didn’t know why, didn’t know what she had done wrong this time so she went on the offensive.

“Logan.” Was all she said before storming ahead, only to be stopped by a strong hand on her bicep. Logan growled in warning at her side as she swung around and faced him again, he was now holding his hand up to Logan to show he meant her no harm before he looked back to her.

“You were out there alone for two days with just your fucking dog? What happened why are you covered in blood and dirt? Why is Rick sending out a fucking woman alone?” Fury seemed etched into his features as his jaw jumped with a tic.

“I wan’t alone, I had Logan. I didn’t want anyone else, I don’t trust them to have my back and I wasn’t going to babysit. Maybe if you didn’t keep turning up days ahead of schedule we wouldn’t need to split up to find somewhere which hasn’t already been picked clean of supplies!” She hadn’t noticed she was approaching him as she got more and more riled up until she realised their chests were practically pressed together. She refused to back away however and show a weakness to him.

“Okay Duchess.” His tone had completely reversed and was now calm as he looked her over. “Point taken, are you hurt?”

She shook her head once. “No, like I said down there. Logan saved me from a big herd and all I want now is a shower here-” She dropped the pack she had recovered from the bodies of his men at his feet. “It was thanks to your men using guns rather than knives Logan and I almost died. Thankfully we didn’t, but your two didn’t make it. I recovered their things. I’m going to take a shower now.”

She walked away, not turning back to acknowledge him as he called out to her.

“You’ve got ten fucking minutes Duchess and if you aren’t at Rick’s house I’ll come and get’cha. Even if you’re still naked as the day you were born!”

She ignored him and the thrill of embarrassment his words sent through her. She refused to give him any form of reaction or proof he got to her.

Nonetheless once the door to her house was closed she sprinted up the stairs shedding clothes as quickly as she could as she laid her weapons down in her bedroom and shot into the shower. The cold water hit her but she didn't have time for it to heat up, she scrubbed at her face and body using the small lemongrass soap she had stashed aside. It has barely been touched and she refused to analyse why she was suddenly using it now. She washed until the water running down the drain was no longer stained with dirt and blood.

She used a small amount of shampoo, taking care not to knot her hair as she didn't have any conditioner to help detangle her mane. Once rinsed and just as the water had some warmth she turned it off and jumped out, quickly towel drying her hair before wrapping it around her torso and peaking outside the bathroom door.

She breathed a sigh of relief at the only sound being Logan's soft snores and quickly got dressed into the only other pair of trousers she owned. They grey jeans hugged her legs tightly and she jumped up and down to get them over her legs.

They were a bitch to get on but she never got caught on fences and there was no excess material for walkers to grab.

She pulled on her combat boots, a bra and a black tank top before looking sadly at her jacket. It was filthy and certainly in no fit state to be put back on. She took a deep breath and looked around for something else, anything else, whilst fully aware the clock was ticking.

She felt too exposed without a jacket or long sleeved top but grit her teeth and took her frustration out on her hair as she dragged a comb through the already curling strands.

Emilia slung her bow over her shoulder along with her quiver and headed toward the door, Logan stretched and yawned before following her and as she turned the handle and pulled the door open she was hit by the autumnal breeze

She walked quickly down the steps and towards Ricks house, the chill of the air combined with her damp hair and lack of sleeves sent goose pimples up and down her arms.

She wrapped them around herself and rubbed at her bare skin, practically jogging to the house only to freeze suddenly in shock as she spied Negan and Carl on the porch.

Part 7

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OMG i like the Duchess story so so much.I am a new follower and i have to tell you that I haven't seen any writer building a story slow,but manage to make every single line so much interesting.It's like I can picture everything you write without even trying.You are very talented!👏👏(sorry if my english isn't very good🙈)

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The Duchess - Part 5

Warning/s: Eventual smut, slow burner, profanity/swearing, graphic descriptions of violence.

Pairing: Negan/OC

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Alexandria

The days seemed as though they passed too quickly and reaped too little in the way of rewards for them. The outlying areas had already been picked clean and each time they ventured out it was a little farther. Today it was her turn and usually she would have been accompanied by Daryl…

Rick had tried to persuade her to take someone else, but in the end what it boiled down to was that she just didn’t trust anyone else to have her back. Michonne was off doing whatever it was she did nowadays, Rick was needed at the compound and Carol had vanished. She was just fine with Logan trotting along at her side, she trusted him with her life and she was used to it being just them. They worked better alone.

Daryl had fit right in with them, he was so quiet when they scavenged that it had barely felt like he was there. With Logan to her right and Daryl to her left she’d felt safe… She wasn’t prepared to let anyone else try to bond with Logan so that they could scavenge together.

He didn’t exactly like strangers.

She snorted to herself as they worked their way through the undergrowth. That was the understatement of the year. He was damn unsociable was what he was. He hated strangers, men especially.

He would tolerate woman, but barely. Most of the Alexandrians found him intimidating, which was why she had the house furthest away from the others, alone, with a very large garden. They felt much safer knowing he was there as opposed to roaming around their picture perfect suburb.

Daryl and Logan had come to an understanding, they stayed out of each others way, respected each other, and Logan tolerated him because he kept Emilia safe. Rick… Well Logan didn’t like Rick too much, growled at him quite often, most likely because of his unpredictable emotions. But Rick trusted the beast with his infant daughter-who Logan had taken to immediately. He knew when someone needed protecting and no one was more vulnerable than Judith.

She’d been stunned herself when he’d taken the protective stance over her the first time, when the psychopaths with W’s carved in their foreheads had stormed the compound. He’d ripped a few throats out of the living that day and even she had been impressed when they’d found him surrounded by bodies with Judith playing in the centre.

Rick had trusted him ever since.

They didn’t get on, but she didn’t think Logan would ever actually like another male. Especially around her, he was protective to the extreme and refused to allow men near her for the fear of fighting for her affection.

She didn’t mind. If anything she was grateful, It had kept her alive.

She heard him panting somewhere to her right and the soft snapping of twigs under his paws. She couldn’t see him but she knew he was there, flanking her should she need him. She didn’t have a vehicle with her because he wasn’t after a big haul, she had gone on foot because today was about walkers and the loot they carried.

Everyone in todays world had weapons on them and that’s what they needed. She figured that out of every 10 walkers she killed at least one should have a knife. Something they could use to replenish the stores Negan and his men had ransacked.

Her bow was slung over her shoulders, the makeshift arrows sticking out of her backpack. She’d done archery as a child and quickly realised the most easily resourced and replenish-able weapon was one which solely relied on nature to create. She’d had a crappy handmade bow when she’d met Rick’s group. It wasn’t anything spectacular, it had been thrown together in haste from a dead ash tree branch which she’d whittled down with a hunting knife and some knotted string. It had done the job but certainly could have been improved upon.

Then she’d met Daryl, he’d shared her affinity for arrows but she disliked the crossbow, preferring instead to use her longbow. That was until Daryl had one day presented her with the weapon she favoured now.

He’d tried to give her some bullshit about how he’d happened to find it, but she knew full well he must have travelled over a hundred miles to the old abandoned hunting lodge she herself had passed on her way to Alexandria. She hadn’t dared enter it because it seemed someone had shut a whole load of walkers in there, she wasn’t about to let them out and face twenty on her own… But she was sure that’s what Daryl had done to get her the bow she now had.

It was a thing of beauty really, and as her shot had improved she’d outgrown the last one. He’d even found 6 accompanying arrows in the lodge, which she recovered and reused where possible, just as he did. This was a black compound bow, lightweight and deadly and she adored it. She had even been thinking of naming it… That was until Negan had come along swinging Lucille and ruining that thought for her.

She paused as she heard a shuffling noise ahead and crouched low, she instinctively sensed that Logan had stopped too as they listened. She knew what it was before she heard the gurgle because Logan had started his low pitched warning growl, the type of noise that if directed at you would set every nerve ending on your body alight with fear.

“Shh.” She whispered and he stopped immediately, accepting the signal for what it was. She would take this one. If Negan’s visit had proven anything to her, it was that she had lost her edge behind those tall walls, she needed the practice.

She shifted her bow from over her back and held it gently in her hands, knocking an arrow she held it with her forefinger as she looked through the trees, waiting for her target to appear as the noises got closer. More shuffling and simultaneous gurgles were now heard, which informed her that it wasn’t just one walker. Four maybe?

Her eyes saw movement ahead and she pulled her bow taught, the arrow beside her cheek ready to fly. She let them come closer, feeling the tension in her arm and loving the familiar ache in her shoulder, this was where she belonged.

Three, four… Six. There were six of them, one for each arrow she had. She knew Logan would be flanking them, lying in wait should she need him, so she wasn’t afraid.

She let her arrow loose and cursed as it hit the tree trunk beside the closest walkers head with a thunk. They knew she was there now and became more agitated, stumbling toward her faster, their rotting arms outstretched.

She breathed deeply as she concentrated her focus, automatically reaching behind her for arrow after arrow as they closed in around her. They fell one by one, no match for her speed until she reached behind her to grab an arrow and groped at thin air. Her eyes shot to the tree trunk where her arrow was firmly lodged and so she threw her bow over her head and one arm as she simultaneously bent toward her boot where her hunting knife was concealed.

The walker tripped over the body of one of the others and pulled itself to its uncoordinated feet. It fell toward her and its weight and stench overwhelmed her as she fought to hold it off, her hand pushed against it’s chest cavity which gave way, the rotting flesh congealing around her fingers.

Shit

Shit, shit, shit!

Skin was hanging from its exposed jaw as teeth gnashed at her and decomposing fingers stretched forward like tentacles, determined to reach her.

She heard that all too familiar growl and let out a sigh of relief as it turned to a snarl and teeth snapped as Logan leapt onto the walkers back and pulled him over, leaping off just in time and moving out of its reach. He was crouched low, his ears pressed against his skull and his lip pulled back menacingly as he snarled, drool dripping from his exposed teeth which were now coated with blood.

She didn’t waste any time and closed her hand around the handle of her knife, removing it from her boot as she lunged forward and lodged it in the walkers temple. It stilled suddenly.

“Good… Boy.” She panted, ruffling him behind the ears as he approached, licking his lips as he dropped the snarl and his ears pointed back up as the danger passed. He shook himself off and moved closer to her, accepting the hand which she placed on his neck for support.

She made her way around each of the bodies, first collecting her arrows, if for any reason she needed to run they were her priority over whatever the bodies may be carrying. Once she had dislodged the final one from the tree about 15 yards away she returned to the bodies to search them.

They were at varying stages of decomposition and unsurprisingly the oldest walkers had nothing on them of worth. There were two which looked a little more recent though and so she ran her hands over the chest of the first one, a male. Her lip curled upward in disgust but it had to be done, she found an old photograph of a young girl in his chest pocket and looked at it sadly for a moment, before returning it to its place. His pants pocket held half a pack of cigarettes and matches. She didn’t smoke but she’d bet men in Negan’s crew did. She put them in her pack and searched his other pocket which yielded a small swiss army knife. She opened each mechanism one by one to check for rust and found none, it was perfect. Almost useless against walkers of course, but she was sure Negan and his men would appreciate it. She put that in her pack too.

She patted down his legs, disappointed to feel he had nothing else on him. She rolled him over just to make doubly sure. He was heavy and the more she’d gotten used to moving bodies, the quicker she’d realised where the term ‘dead weight’ had come from. She patted down his back and smiled as his shirt rumpled over something tucked into his waistband.

“Bingo.” She whispered as she pulled the shirt up to reveal a handgun tucked into his pants, she removed it and checked for ammo, half a clip.

Elation filled her and she looked up and grinned at Logan who was watching her with interest, his head tilting sideways when she spoke.

“We got something boy.”

She placed that in her bag, making a mental note to ask Rick about it. She wasn’t good with guns, she preferred her bow and knife and as such knew very little about them. She had been at a disadvantage here when this had all began, many Americans had a working knowledge of firearms but being from England she knew next to nothing, hell she’d never even touched one before she’d arrived in the land of the free.

She considered the footwear before she moved away and decided she didn’t like the thought of his foot decomposing in them and so left them where they were and moved onto the next one.

It was female, probably not much older than her from what she could tell. Probably hadn’t been a walker for more than a week. Emilia sighed as she dropped her head in sadness, her eyes lit upon the bite mark on the woman’s shoulder, guessing that was probably how she met her end.

Which was precisely why she kept her own shoulders covered when outside the walls, her jacket wasn’t exactly army standard in material strength but it would most certainly buy her more time to kill a walker trying to take a chunk out of her shoulder than nothing at all would. Logan’s cold wet nose nudged at her neck and she let out a soft huff of laughter, appreciating his attempt at uplifting her mood.

She felt so awful doing this. Looting the dead. But as Daryl had told her, they wouldn’t be needing anything they were carrying anymore.

With this thought at the forefront of her mind she removed the gold necklace which held a wedding ring, judging by the size and thickness it had belonged to a man. Emilia glanced down at the woman’s hand and saw the matching ring on her finger. She removed that too along with the simple single jewelled engagement ring which sat behind it.

“I’m so sorry…” She whispered, shaking her head as she put the jewellery in her pocket and zipped it up.

She looked at the woman face again as she patted her down, finding nothing else of value. She wondered where she had come from, she didn’t look as though she had been dead for very long and the speed which the walkers travelled she couldn’t have come from very far… Maybe she’d had a base or a group with supplies?

Emilia looked up at the sky, she estimated she had five, maybe six hours of sunlight left. Whilst she hadn’t expected to be away from home overnight, it could pay off for them. She licked her lips and flinched as her sore wound made itself known. She had seen how The Saviours acted and that was when they had plenty of supplies to take, she didn’t want to think about what would happen if they didn’t meet Negan’s quota.

“What do you say Logie? A couple of nights out in the wild for old times sake?” She looked at her companion who woof-ed softly in agreement. She knew he couldn’t understand her, but sometimes she really felt as though he did. She smiled at him and hoisted her pack over her shoulder, slinging her bow over her head and arm so that the wire rested diagonally on her sternum.

They walked for hours, taking out every walker they crossed. Usually she wouldn’t bother, but now they were desperately scavenging any supplies they could get and every little bit mattered. She’d collected a man’s wristwatch, a large hunting knife with a serrated blade and a couple bullets. Unfortunately no other guns.

The sun was starting to hang low in the sky so she dedicated her last couple of hours before darkness fell to finding them shelter. She had been hoping for some kind of building but she wasn’t that lucky, instead when light became scarce she settled for a small clearing in the trees and set up a perimeter, using industrial strength rope she’d brought along with her to wrap around the trees in a circle at shin level. Then she repeated these steps at stomach height and again at neck height, never once did she cut the rope, instead she just repeatedly wrapped it around the trunk, using the tension and her own weight to make it taught. When she was done she wrapped the remaining around the largest trunk and tied one of the strongest knots she knew, of course taught to her by Daryl.

Most of the skills she knew now had been taught to her by him, knots, tracking, making better arrows…

She tried not to think about him.

Her rope wall wouldn’t stop regular people, but she had Logan for that. It was just enough that she could get a couple hours of shut eye without worrying her face would be chewed off in her sleep. She doubted anyone would find her out here anyway as she refused to light a fire, she didn’t need it for food as she was currently chewing on half a granola bar and she most definitely didn’t need it for heat.

She looked down in amusement at the 50kg beast who was draped over her legs, making her lose all feeling in them but also warming her with his hot belly. She was being watched with large amber doe eyes and she laughed at his expression, when drool began pooling on her leg she wrapped up her remaining granola bar and opened her pack, feeling out for the large can of dog food.

His head lifted immediately and his ears perked up as he watched her pull the can open and stick her fingers inside.

“You can’t eat the whole tin.” She warned him, holding it slightly out of his reach as she fished around for roughly a quarter serving of the can. “We don’t know how long we need this to last.”

She offered her hand out with the measly portion and his large rough tongue descended on her open palm, swallowing the offering down in almost one gulp. She wiped the drool on her jacket once he had finished licking the residue from her fingers and returned the can to her pack.

“Sorry pup.” She said as she caught his pleading eyes and placed the pack behind her to rest on. A large muzzle rested itself on her shoulder as his hot breaths tickled her ear and she knew she was forgiven. She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, trying to forcefully evict the image of Negan which seemed to appear there at every opportunity.

When she awoke it was to the sound of Logan’s growls, by the weight on her chest she deduced he hadn’t actually moved off her yet so she peeled one itchy eye open and tried to see through the darkness.

She raised her hand to his neck and began gently stroking his fur, calming and quietening him so that she could hear whatever it was he was growling at. His head was up and looking behind her, she couldn’t move to try and see what it was without dislodging him which would make a whole lot of noise considering his size. Almost as though he knew what she was thinking and really didn’t like it, he quietly readjusted himself to lay fully over the top of her, his head descending so that she was now laying on her back, face first into his throat and had a mouth full of fur. He was so long and large that only her shins and boots stuck out from beneath him, but in this darkness that wouldn’t be seen.

She thought about shifting him but decided against it, he had made the choice for her and was pressed against her fully, shielding her from whatever it was. She listened as carefully as she could but her hearing was somewhat muffled by the 50 kilograms of canine which sat atop her.

Then she heard it, voices.

Part 6

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