OBEY ME.

     “sorry, ricky boy! what, were you expecting to bob for apples at the county fair?”

                ‘ THERE my handsome husband is!” Bella smiled, flipping her RED curls over as she posed in the doorway and SMIRKED that pretty little smirk. “How do you like this little ensemble I put together for you? Is the dress short enough?” She twirled around and then made her way closer to him, POUTING that sweet little pout that Bella mastered. “I MISSED you, baby. Can I get you a drink? Your favorite?” SC // @aintgonnabite​

    Scarlett lifted her head a little too proudly when released. She’d remember that one, and make him pay. However, that was going to have to wait. “Your men sure do know how to treat a girl.” As if she were some innocent thing. “They learn that from you?” 

   She wasn’t ready to get on her feet quite yet. He was circling like a hungry shark–her the bleeding fish. “Breaking bad,” she scoffed, echoing his words. “It was only a little something to get me tweaked.” Getting brave, she looked up at him. Pout a little more, she mused. Put on the puppy eyes and that should be enough. While she had heard a few scary rumors, she did not know Negan. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

     he wears the devil’s smile as he looks down at her, taking a moment to sit down in front of her. he sits on a comfortable leather couch, basking in the glory of being king, level with her as their eyes met. “while i appreciate that smart mouth, little girl, i’d be careful what i say. if you think they’re rough, you ain’t gotten to know me too closely, have you?” 

                         ✧・ﾟ:* — she sighs heavily, pushing her head back onto the wall behind her. she eyes him up and down. “were you molested as a child?” she asks, squinting at him. she didn’t know what hiked the question to the forefront of her mind and had her blurting it out, but it was a question she wanted an answer for, nonetheless. 

“oh, something nice, huh?” emma teases, a laugh rolling out of her. she’s not looking for a diamond necklace or a declaration of love and she’s not nearly stupid enough to think that’s something he’s into. thank fucking god. romance isn’t really her thing, but fucking and attention? that she can work with. “sounds good to me.”

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     Neil had to avert his eyes when Negan hit the walker with his bat. No matter how many times he saw this happen, it was something that he couldn’t get used to. Taking a deep breath, he looked back to the other man with a scowl. “Can’t we just get going? I’m sure we’ve got better things to do than beat the shit out of random walkers all day.”

he certainly knows how to make her feel special. she can’t remember the last time she smiled this much. negan’s so different from the other men she’s known. he actually respects her. “are you my sugar daddy now?” she asks in a teasing voice as she closes the distance between them. “more, huh? that’s a mighty generous offer. what i really want right now, though… is you.”

                             “YOUR PEOPLE do not need that. Put it down.” Alex raised her gun when one of Negan’s saviors stepped forward to grab at the SILVER chain necklace on the table. It was hers and it had been her mother’s. She looked to Negan, glaring. “Now.” SC // @aintgonnabite

       “Oh, c’mon, kid. Don’t you know a little fun when you see it?” A wide grin spread across Negan’s face as he took another hard swing at an aimless walker, laughing when the corpse’s brains splattered onto the dirt ground.

“i’d be a lot more surprised if you said you did,” emma says with a laugh, still absently tracing the curve of his jaw with the tip of his finger. “like what? i’d suggest fucking, but we do that anyway. it’s not like we can go to a restaurant or some other romantic bullshit.” she pauses for a second, thinking. “target practice? hang out somewhere, shoot some walkers and see who gets the most headshots?”

Something went cold behind her eyes as his hand closed around her wrist. She jerked her head back and looked back up at him with an expression like iron, defiant.

“Didn’t mean to offend, sir.” She replied, and pulled back at her arm.

Grace hadn’t been there long. It had only been a few weeks since the Saviors swept into her settlement, killed their leader and scattered them to the winds within their territory. No one had explained the rules, it was be useful, earn your points, or go on the fence.

So she stepped forward again and got down on her knees, reaching for his telt buckle.