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THUMP…

THUMP…

THUMP…

THUMP…

A vague, quiet sound awoke you from your sleep. Rolling over to your side, you snuggled your nose into the sinewy, tattooed arm that was currently wrapped around you. You smiled to yourself as you breathed in his scent, still not quite believing he was yours. Or that you were his. Yawning softly you nuzzled your nose further down into the soft grey blankets. The fact that you were still half-asleep combined with the newly added warmth caused you to instantly forget about what had awakened you not seconds ago. You were asleep again in mere seconds.

THUMP…

THUMP…

Eyes wide open, you sat up quickly. Looking around the small room, everything looked like it had just the night before. Except now the early morning sun was shining through the thin curtains, casting a yellowy glow throughout the room. Looking down, you studied the sleeping man laying next to you, quietly snoring - not a care in the world. The noise couldn’t have been him. Must be imagining things again, you thought to yourself. Laying back down, head landing on the pillow harshly, you lay awake, eyes straining against the sunlight, waiting for the noise.

THUMP…

THUMP…

Springing up quickly, pulling the blanket off and getting to your knees, you leaned over. Shaking his shoulder, you prayed he would wake up.

“Daddy…”

No response. Not even a murmur. The man could sleep through the damn apocalypse. Trying again you shook his shoulder, slightly harder this time, but hopefully enough to wake him. Just as you were about to give up, another thump came from downstairs. For the love of god wake up.

“Daddy, please. Please wake up” you tried again. Shaking him harder now. “Negan!”

Making no effort to physically move, Negan groaned, blinking. And then his deep and sleep-hued voice sounded through the silent room, “hmm, what is it princess?”

“There’s something outside”, you whispered back hurriedly. “Daddy there’s something there, I heard it, it’s banging, can’t you hear it, Daddy please go loo-“

Cutting off your panicked explanation, Negan reached for you, roughly pulling you down onto his naked chest. Stroking through your hair in an attempt to calm you, he spoke again, “Shh princess, don’t be scared alright. Just a nightmare, that’s all. Nothing to be scared of”.

Pushing yourself up to look him in the eye, hands steadying yourself on his chest, you tried, again, to tell him about the noise.

THUMP…

THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

“What the shit was that?”

Slapping at his shoulder you groaned in frustration, “that’s the noise I was talking about, idiot!”

With some loud groaning, a joint or two clicking, and a few swear words thrown in, Negan got out of the safety of the bed. Pulling the blanket around yourself, now very aware of your bare legs as the cold air hit them, you watched as Negan went over to the window, clad in just his black boxers, stretching as he walked. The view alone was enough to distract you from the situation, even for just a second, as Negan pulled back the end of the light grey curtain slightly to look out.

Holy shit, babe”