"You sure you're OK to be left alone?"
"Yes. I'm sure pa. I'm not a teenager, I'm a grown woman."
Your father smiles softly, his wrinkles showing as he does. Your father, also known as Rick, was just about to start a scavenging mission with Michonne. Ever since he found the group by the junkyard he has been hyped to start working and finding the guns.
"I know you are. You're my beautiful grown daughter." He keeps his smile and hugs you tightly, you hug him back, sharing his embrace. Ever since mum died, you and dad had gotten close, you supported each other.
You both pull away. You hear footsteps. "You ready?" It was Michonne. You liked Michonne, she was like a mum to you and your younger siblings. You could crack a joke with her as well. You smile at her as she enters the room.
"Almost." Dad looks you directly in the eyes. "What will you do if Negan shows up?"
I sigh and roll my eyes. If one thing dad was, it was protective. "I do what he asks. I don't bite back. I protect others if needed."
"Good. Make sure your brother doesn't do anything stupid please."
"I promise. Now go you two lovebirds."
Both Michonne and Rick chuckle before saying their goodbyes and leaving. You sigh and stand still. You have never met Negan. You weren't at the lineup and you were scavenging whenever he visited Alexandria. You had only heard stories about him, how he killed your friends. You were curious to see what he looked like. You shake your head as curiosity was getting the best of you.
You walked around the house, tidying the rooms up. Judith was with Tara for the day and Carl was helping around. You had the whole house to yourself with nothing to do. Your body starts to submit to its fatigue as you yawn. You slump yourself on the nearest couch and start to drift into slumber.
THUD! THUD! THUD! You groan and rib your eyes as your nap was cut short. You get up and stretch.
"Open the fuck up, Rick!"
Confusion crossed your mind. You had never heard this voice before nor have you heard someone speak like that. You move over to the front door. You stand there, hesitant to open it before you do.
In front of you stood a tall figure. You looked him up and down. He wore a black leather jacket with a red scarf along with some grey pants and boots. He stared down at you, cocking his head and raising an eyebrow. You become breathless, admiring the man's face. He had stubble starting to grow back along with dimples.
He snaps his fingers in front of your face snapping you out of your trance. You shake your head and try your hardest not to blush.
"You ok their doll?" He chuckles, realising the effect he is having on you.
You straighten up and look the man directly in the eyes. "Fine. Who are you?"
"Oh, you have got to be fucking joking." He laughs as he lifts a baseball wrapped in barbed wire on his shoulder.
"No, I'm not. I've never seen you in my life. Why are you here?"
He looks at you sternly, trying to read if you were lying or not. He laughs again showing off his dimples. "The name is Negan. I'm sure that despite the fact that you may never have seen me, you probably heard of me. And why are you in your fearless leader's house?"
You clench your fist. You growl and shake your head, feeling ashamed that you felt attraction towards him. You don't answer, you were too angry and a tiny bit nervous at this point.
You feel something touch your chin, you look down and see a leather glove. He lifts your chin up and looks you directly in the eyes, smiling smugly. "Speak when you're spoken to doll"
You feel yourself shiver as his husky voice soothes your ears. You gulp, "My name is Y/N Grimes, daughter of Rick. When my father isn't in charge, I take his place. What can my services do for you, sir?"
Negan stares for a few moments, a devilish smile crossing over his face. "Well. Things got fucking interesting real quick." Negan walks into the house, brushing past you. You close the door and follow him.
He walks over to the kitchen, "Where's your brother and sister?"
"Carl is somewhere, I don't even know myself and Judith is getting taken care of by a friend."
He turns around and looks at you, eyes half-lidded. "So you're here, all alone?"
"Not anymore, you're here."
"Hmm." Negan rubs his chin, "Seeing as you don't know me, I'm gonna make us a meal, then you will see the type of guy I am."
Your face heats up, cheeks turning red. "I know the type of guy you are, you're a psychopath. You killed my friends." Your flustered face goes away as it replaces with anger.
You watch Negan start to gather his equipment, it looked like he was making spaghetti. "You don't know the type of guy I am. You know what influence and power I have, but you don't know me. I wouldn't have touched your friends if your people didn't kill mine. Fair is fair. Actually no, it isn't, out of the dozens of men you people killed, I only killed two." He chuckles as he puts the pasta in a boiling pot of water, he begins making the sauce.
You sigh, he was right. "Hmm, I'll go and set up the plates." You grab some plates and forks. You grab 2 glasses and some lemonade, placing them all on the dining room table.
"So doll..." You hear Negan yell from the kitchen. "Why do you get so nervous around me?"
You stand still at the dining table. You gulp feeling the heat rise in your face. "What?"
You hear him laugh as he enters the dining room with a pot of spaghetti. You originally thought he was bad as with his leather jacket and his rugged look but seeing him with cooking mitts and a pit of spaghetti, your mind soon changed. You giggle, making him change his expression. "You heard me. Whenever I say something you blush and get nervous. I barely know you and you're already getting hot and flustered."
You turn your head to the floor, not wanting to face Negan. He was right, he knew the effect he was having and he was using it against you. You turn your head and look up and him, he was placing the pot and mitts on the table.
He walks over to you, towering over you as he radiates dominance. Hre grabs your chin again, once forcing him to look up at him. "So, why do I make you nervous?"
You stare intently at him, "I-I don't know"
He laughs, "Damn, I think you might just like me"
You feel yourself back into the table.
Negan notices this and comes closer, bringing his face to yours. His eyes are hooded, and he licks his lips. He moves his hand to the side of your face, stroking his thumb against your cheek. You feel light-headed, unable to process the situation. You shake your head and knock yourself out of the trance. "Maybe I do Negan"
"Holy shit, the daughter of Rick Grimes has a crush on me? My, oh, my." Negan grabs your waist and pulls your body to his, he nips at your earlobe. "Don't worry doll, I think I kinda like you too."
You let out a stifled breath. "Negan, we can't." You try to push away from him but Negan had too much of a grip on you. "You're the enemy."
You hear him chuckle as he kisses your neck. You stretch your neck out as you let out a soft moan. "Oh baby, you're just worried your father with finding out that you're having sex with the undesirable Negan. That you're fucking the enemy. Well, I'll tell you something, daddy doesn't need to know."