Batter Up

                Opening the door, the last thing she wanted to see was NEGAN and his STUPID bat. Something was telling her that this just wasn’t ANY visit and something in her mind CLICKED. It didn’t take long for Judith to realize that her brother was GONE. Maybe it was something that she had inherited from her mother - that sixth sense was always her staple. Her cool hues that matched her FATHERS sank into his dark orbs that had MISCHIEF written all over. 

“ What are you doing here? Collection doesn’t happen until next week. ” She practically blurted out, ranted without so much pausing between sentences. Judith wasn’t going to front - Negan was - intimidating but she was trying her damn best not to show it. “ So if collection isn’t happening - what the HELL are you doing here? ”

                     He eyes reminded him of her father’s. A dangerous rebellious look that spoke volumes. His eyes moved over her, the signature smirk never leaving his face. And her attitude made his pulse jump, once again he’s reminded of Rick, of that obnoxious douche trying to play tough, but he’ll let her play her game. He nods back towards his men, a clear sign for them to spread out, that he’ll be there for a while.

        It was when he pulled her in by the hips that Judith let her worried mind go. He was safe. Hurt, yes - but safe near her. That’s all that mattered to her at that moment. People still didn’t understand why she loved him so much. Maybe it was because he was rough around the edges, the definition of bad boy and Judith was smart - the daughter of RICK GRIMES. Polar opposites but really had a lot in common. A small grin crept against her lips as she leaned in towards him with her arms wrapped around his neck loosely, displaying her affection for him and anyone else that passed by them. “ Oh, I think so. Watch out. I might not be able to get my hands off of you now when that thing heals. ” 

It wasn’t long until her lips met his in a soft, sweet kiss. The kind that only Judith could give without saying too much. The love that she had for this man was unreal - indescribable. At times, she wondered what life would have been like if she hadn’t met him, hadn’t befriended him when no one wanted to. Just the image of him alone with a grumpy face made her heart leap into tiny somersaults. Judith pulled away slightly and cupped his face gently while peppering his face with soft kisses. “Okay, mushy time is over. Let’s get back home and I’ll make you something to eat.”

                  ❝ I think I might be okay with that. ❞ He’d certainly gotten better at handling PDA. After hiding their relationship for a while, being so open about it was strange at times. Fucking amazing, but strange. He’d also learned to just say fuck it. Cause he fucking cared about Judith, more than he’d cared about anyone. And he was more than okay that everyone knew about it. ❝ Actually I’m sure that would be fan-fucking-tastic. ❞ He grinned down at her, his usual cocky smirk on his face.

           “You’re NOT fine. Look at you…that thing is going to leave a MARK on your face.” But - that was the least of her worries. In fact, Judith had her own scars that had been kissed on her flesh since the beginning of this NEW WORLD. Her shaking hands stopped for a moment, placing them down by her side while she checked his face out further without blessing him with her ANNOYING and CAREFUL touch. “I told you not to go all FULL RAMBO.  If you would have just listened to me and stayed with a group instead of SEPARATING yourself from the pact –” Wow, did she sound like her mother. She paused before regrouping herself - giving him a soft smile that read ‘I’m going to shut up now - but I’m glad you’re okay’ and whispered. “ You’re lucky - I like my men with a bit of scars. ”

                           He’s whistling as he approaches the Grimes’ household, from what Carl has told him it’s fucking awesome. And from the brief amount of time that he’s actually spent in Alexandria it’s not all that surprising. This is a nice fucking slice of heaven, one he is more than happy to exploit. Cause they’ve got a lot of shit, and now... half that shit is his. He let’s the younger boy go, who promptly runs off who fucking knows where. Most likely to warn his family he’s there. Which is too fucking late if he’s already at the front goddamn door. But he has manners. So he leans Lucille against his shoulder and props himself up against the door frame to the house, knocking loudly a the front door. ❝ Oh honey, I’m home! ❞

                         To say he had gotten fucked up on his supply run had been an understatement. Some crazy fucking bag of dicks had not only jumped him, but had been able to knife his face. Of which now had stitches. Which sucked, cause they itched, and Judith’s wandering hands didn’t help that fact. Which caused him to jerk his head out of her grip, only irritating the stitching further. ❝ Ah shit, fuck. Relax, Jude, I’m fine. You should see the other guy. ❞ Actually no, no she shouldn’t. Because he had seriously fucked that guy up. But, uh, she didn’t really need to know that part of the story.