The New World Order

She could tell he was suspicious, but she was going to do her best to smooth everything over somewhat. "I told you, I always put everyone else before myself. I didn't want the others to be unfairly punished because of my behavior." She looked down, her voice soft as she acted sweet and a little contrite.

"Glad t'see you're finally seein how things run around her." He reached again to take hold of her chin, but this time it was more gentle. He'd already removed his glove when he removed his jacket and boots, leaving his hand bare this time. "Things here really aren't so bad once ya get onboard. Some even find it pretty good here if they play their cards right."

Her heart clenched as he mentioned this child, knowing he was talking about Bucky and Ana. She kept calm, casually draping her long legs in his lap as she tried to steer him away from Ana and kids in general. "Now now, you're getting all worked up. I thiught you wanted me here to help you relax." She knew if he continued to talk about punishing Ana she would lose her temper.

"Tried my luck in the leagues, didn't make the cut. And you know what they say about when people can't do." He chuckled sickeningly and shook his head. "Now...I stayed for the hot moms." He added grossly. He couldn't help but notice the obvious change in her tune when she draped her legs over his lap. Negan was a man who trusted very few people, and for good reason. He arched a brow and looked at Natasha suspiciously. "Yeah...You're right. Sooner I teach that brat how t'fall in line things'll calm down, they always do." He looked up her legs, and up to her eyes, smirking at her. "You've certainly changed your tune. Awful fast I might add.

That... wasn't the answer she was expecting at all. Nat wasn't stunned often, but Negan got her this time. "Congratulations, you're the first man to take me by surprise. I never would've guessed yoi to he teacher and coach." She leaned only a little closer, intrigued by him. Playfully, she rolled her eyes at his words, a faint hint of a smirk in the corner of her lips. "I'm still hot, just not the MILF type you were expecting красавчик."

"This one for example. Thinks she's some princess cause her and her dad have been deliverin pretty good hauls. Thinks she fuckin runs the place." There was a dangerous anger there the more he talked about the mystery child. "Sometimes all they need's a good smack in line."

"Widowed. He was a soldier, KIA.... we were going to try for a baby when he came back from deployment." She looked down, her voice quiet as she made her lie believable. After all, there was a small grain of truth in her statement- James was a soldier after all, just very much alive. The further she kept Negan away from Ana, the better. She wasn't going to let him harm her family, but it did hurt to lie about them so boldly. "You don't seem like the father type, so I'm not even going to ask. What did you do for a career before shit hit the fan?"

"Gym teacher if you would believe it." He said before turning to sit at the foot of the bed, spreading his legs and smirking. "Baseball coach as well. Hated those little shits." He pointed at her and smirked. "You...You woulda made one hell of a hot mom though."

"Born and raised in a Russian home for girls. Moved to the States as soon as I was old enough, and I never looked back. What about you красавчик?" Handsome, pretty boy. She was teasing him, her native language easily sliding off her tongue like syrup.

So she was foreign. He liked that. He grinned a sickening grin as he took another long swig of his beer, lining up his next list of questions when she asked hers. It made sense that she would be asking the same question back to him. He shrugged and rubbed his tongue between the front of his teeth and his gums, faking contemplation. "Virginia. Only child...small town...dad with too much time on his hands and too much beer." He leaned forward in his seat after placing his beer on the table. "Married?" He asked suggestively? "Had any babies cooked in that oven of yours?"

A slight smirk tugged the corner of her lips as he looked her up and down, making her shamelessly recross her long legs. "Never been one for stories, but if you're willing to show me yours, I'll show you mine." Any scrap of leverage she could get was gold, and with her interrogation training she should be able to read him easily enough.

He let go gently this time, turning and walking back to sit at the table where he left his beer. "Question number one. Where is the read headed beauty from?"

"We all have secrets Negan, it's part of what makes us human. I just happen to put others before myself, always have, and always will. Nothing secret about that."

"Oh trust me...I know a thing or two about secrets darlin." He smirked and looked her up and down. "Come on...Quit toyin with me...Tell me a story!" He obviously faked excitement. "I'll make ya a deal. You answer one of my questions, and I'll answer one uh yours. I'll be completely honest, scouts honor. Got nothin t'hide." He truly didn't.

True to her word, Nat was waiting in Negan's room two hours later- freshly bathed, and wearing a black silk sleeping gown. Her stomach was churning and making her nauseous, but she remained calm on the outside- even as she ran a hand through her freshly brushed curls.

Walking into his bedroom he took note of the red head sitting on his bed, she was on time. That was a good choice. "Well look who decided t'put in an effort." He chided before grabbing for one of the beers on the table He popped the cop off and took a long swig before putting it down and beginning to shrug off his coat. "You have some secrets darlin." He stated as he tossed the coat on the bed and took a step toward her. "I can see by how quickly you change your tune that there's somethin more about ya...so what is it? Huh?"

Negan & Simon - “The First Day of the Rest of Your Life” | 7x16

The words were bitter in her mouth, but this would hardly be the first or last time she bargained with a man, not above resorting to using her body if it was required of her. She deserved the brunt of the punishment, not the wives or their families. And if she had to kiss Negan or sleep with him to shield the others, then she would.

He pulled his arm from her hand, leaning forward until he was inches from her face. "Two hours." He stated plainly. "Not a minute later. Your ass better be in that room. There was a heated glare her way as he stepped away from her, turning to leave. "You're all in luck!" He announced, though his tone was not happy. "I've changed my mind. Business as usual ladies! As you were." With that he made his way out for now.

"Well look who's feelin sassy!" He exclaimed before turning back to her. Negan reached for one of her arms as she washed the laundry. Whatever task she had been set to didn't matter. "I wasn't askin..." He warned when he leaned in closer.

Her jaw clenched when he tipped the bucket, her fist clenching as she resisted the urge to rush him and hit him with all her strength. "And you might want to get some ice for your ugly face." She snapped back, righting the bucket before gathering the wet laundry. As she bent over her tanktop rode up just enough, revealing the mess of old, shiny scars on her back- remnants of the beatings she recieved growing up.

"Since there seems to be some confusion here on what your duties include, we're gonna take care of this problem right here...Right now." The women all looked at one another with confusion before looking back at him. "Starting now, until I see we're all on the same page, everyone here with family, they're families are about to get double the workload." He shot a glance at Natasha. "No exceptions." With that he clenched his jaw and shot a glare before turning on his heel to leave.

"Well look who's feelin sassy!" He exclaimed before turning back to her. Negan reached for one of her arms as she washed the laundry. Whatever task she had been set to didn't matter. "I wasn't askin..." He warned when he leaned in closer.

"You going to smack me around? Or have one of your little obedient lap dogs do it so you can get off to someone else's pain?" She was seething as she held his gaze, his touch making her skin crawl, but she defiantly remained silent when he asked his question.

Her question caused him to raise a brow. "Why? Scared ya might like that?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Oh not now that you're expectin that. No...I think we'll just file that away." His eyes locked on hers. "You better learn how play by the rules and fall in line." He warned coldly. "I won't be so nice next time." Letting go of her chin harshly he stepped back from her. Not breaking eye contact with her only he was a few paces back before tipping the tub she'd been using to wash the laundry over onto the ground. "You uh...Might wanna clean this mess up."