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Is There Life Out There?

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The sun was shining brightly through the fourth floor window of your bedroom and the sky was a cloudless shade of summer blue that begged for you go outside. You dressed quickly, throwing on jeans and a sweater, preparing to spend the morning away from your room.

The sound of rumbling trucks returning to The Sanctuary, from wherever they went, made your heart flutter with joyful anticipation and you took the stairs two at a time. That sound meant only one thing - Your husband had returned.

As you made your way outside, a loud commotion slowed your pace and you, cautiously, slid against the building, to peek around the corner to see what all the noise was for. What you saw made you shake your head. Negan’s men had cornered someone, a man with messy, dark hair, dressed in a dirty sweatshirt that was much too big for him. You didn’t recognize him which wasn’t terribly unusual since people came and went around the Sanctuary all the time.

It was true that you didn't really pay attention to the strangers who found shelter in the warehouse, mainly because you spent most of your time in your room. Most people would think your days were monotonous and lonely but the Sanctuary had become too loud and more crowded than you liked and if you ever were to get lonely, you could always count on one of the other wives to pop in to check on you throughout the day, which was probably more out of fear for your shared husband than for your well being, anyway.

The commotion suddenly halted as quickly as it began, and the men grew silent, one by one taking a knee, dropping like dominoes, with the exception of the man cornered like a trapped rat, who stood defensively, fists raised, awaiting the next blow. It didn’t take a magic eight ball to know who also heard the commotion and that who wasn’t going to be happy when he found out you had witnessed it.

With that damned baseball bat resting on his shoulder, Negan strode toward the gathering of the goons but the second you caught his eye, his direction changed and he headed toward you.

A smile rose in your cheeks as he got closer and you had to stand on tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck and give him a quick, welcome back, kiss. Snaking his free arm around your waist, he pulled you tight against his side, and you inhaled deeply into his leather jacket. It was a smell that would always be a comfort to you.

His deep voice bellowed, scolding the crowd, “It appears you all have upset my angel here.”

You shook your head at the obvious misunderstanding, “No, Negan… It’s fine. I just came outside before...”

“No, angel, it’s NOT fucking fine. These sorry sacks of shit know better than to conduct business around you.”

Never having been a delicate flower, no matter what he thought, you squirmed out from under his arm, “ Just because you say something, doesn’t make it true.”

“That’s enough outta you. Go back inside,” Negan angrily turned to eye the disheveled and bruised man, “Not even here a day and already startin’ some shit.”

Upon getting the order from their leader, several of Negan’s soldiers crowded in on the prisoner and continued to beat on him. The dark dirty hair was strewn across an already swollen and bruised face, but as you observed the scene, defiantly, from over the artificial safety of Negan’s shoulder, you noticed the man's eyes were full of fire.

When the beat down ended, the man was dragged inside, cursing and, much to your surprise, still fighting the hands that were struggling to hold him. Someone that tough would never survive long around the Sanctuary if something wasn't done.

Stepping closer to your husband, “Him. I want him.”

Negan did a double take, surprised to still see you standing there, “Thought I told you to go inside?”

“Did you hear me? I want him.”

“No, angel, he’s a prisoner and a pain in the ass, at that.”

“I don't care if he's the devil. He just got jumped by all those goons and he’s still fighting. If that was one of your men, they’d be crying like a newborn with a belly full of gas after taking half of that.”

Through gritted teeth, slowly, Negan repeated, “He is a prisoner."

Folding your arms across your chest, you frowned, “You’re always saying if I want something all I have to do is ask. Well, I'm asking. I need someone capable and he looks damned capable to me.”

“Enough! I said no,” he growled.

Openly pouting with disappointment, Negan steered you back toward the building. As he patted your ass, his lips brushed cheek before sending you back inside.



It was late in the day, when, without knocking, because he never bothered to knock, Negan entered your room. Though you were happy he chose to visit with you, instead of with one of the other wives, you refused to show it, still annoyed from his earlier denial.

Before sitting on the couch, he stood over you, casting a shadow over the pages you were pretending to read, “Got you something.”

Your eyes never left the book in your hands and you mumbled with disinterest, “Oh yeah?”

Leaning over you, he placed a ceramic cow on your thigh.

You looked up at the cow resting on your leg. Any other day, you would have been thrilled you were on his mind while out getting supplies, but you were you and it would take a hell of a lot more than a ‘thought’ to make you soften.

Picking up the ceramic animal, your eyes glanced over at his before putting the gift on the end table next to the couch, “Cute.”

Sliding closer, he took the book out of your hand and wrapped an arm around you, like a teenage boy on his first date, “Saw it and said to myself, my angel would love this.”

His angel .

Your teeth tugged at your lip as you thought about his words. He didn’t have pet names for any of the other wives, and that had always meant something to you, always made you feel special. In the beginning, long before he had soldiers and needed a harem, you had been his first acquisition in the world where the dead walked the streets, finding you seconds after his wife, his real wife, passed away, just as the world went to shit. It wasn't that you could relate to what he was going through but you sure knew tragedy, you’d been doggy paddling in that shit for years and he was the only one who ever bothered to notice.

He nudged your shoulder with his to get your attention, “I promise, we’ll find someone you like better than Larry. Tomorrow, I'll make sure Tanya or Frankie is available. You know, I’d go to the ends of the earth to make you happy, don't you, angel?”

“I know," you nodded, running your fingers over his 5 o’clock shadow, "You need a shave.”

The playful smile brought out his dimples as he slipped his hand into your pants, gently caressing your mound, “Are you making 70's porn behind my back? You got a national forest growing in here.”

Feigning umbrage, you slapped at his arm, “Hey! Such a jerk.”

Negan pulled you closer for a kiss, his fingers continued their ministrations, until you were soaking his fingers, “You love this jerk.”

Teasing, you hummed, “Sometimes.”

“Just sometimes,” he questioned,as the hand down your pants, suddenly, stilled and you shamelessly arched up, seeking out more friction. His grin was so big that it seeped out in his words, “Tell me you love me.”

A frustrated whine rumbled from your chest and you pushed yourself harder against his hand.

“Now if you want me to finish playing with this pretty little pussy,” with the tip of his finger, he tapped the needy, engorged clit after every word, “I want to hear the words.”

Pressing your face into the side of his arm, you bit him lightly, before you relented, “You know I love you, you big jerk.”

“That’s Mr. Big Dicked Jerk to you and don’t you forget it,” he said as he scooped you up into his arms and lay you down on your unmade bed before tugging off your jeans. Taking a step back, he drank in the sight of you. Unlike the other wives, who started off life at the Sanctuary with husbands and boyfriends, you had always been just his. Sure, he wasn't the only man you'd been with, you were an adult woman after all, but no one in the building had tasted your charms. That luxury would always be his and his alone.

Leaning back on your elbows, you spread yourself for him, desperate need in your eyes, “Get over here and fuck me already, you big dicked jerk.”

Chuckling, Negan was quick to comply.