"God, I love when your hair is like that..."
You jumped, soil still sprinkling off your gloves as you turned around and fixed a stare on Negan. "Jesus. You scared the shit out of me. You're lucky I don't have a weapon," you said dryly.
He laughed and seemed to simply be enjoying taking in the view.
"Wait—What the hell are you doing wandering around? Where's your guard?" you asked, realizing suddenly that he was alone.
"Who, Grady?" he laughed, slipping his hands into his pockets. "He's back there somewhere... probably still trying to tie his boot. Guy is dumber than a box of rocks. I could still outwit him after a lobotomy," he quipped, flashing you a smile he clearly hoped was charming.
"That could be arranged," you said, cocking an eyebrow at him.
His grin only widened and he leaned on the fence beside you. "When are you going to get over this hard to get thing and just admit that you'd love a little—"
"—alright! I'm gonna stop you there before you say something that's going to require me to punch you in the face," you interrupted. "I suggest you get back to Grady before I serve up that lobotomy, Negan."
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip for a moment before he smiled at you again. "Do me just one favor, doll?"
You crossed your arms, on guard. "What?"
"Say my name just one more time... I'd like to remember how it sounds for when I'm in my cell all alone later."
"Go!" you scolded him, mustering the most severe look you could.
He held his hands up in surrender and disappeared after a final glance back at you, still with that shit-eating grin on his face.
Prompt: "I'm gonna stop you there before you say something that's going to require me to punch you in the face."
A/N: Happy Wicked Wednesday!
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thinking about how rhaenys and corlys presenting laena for viserys to marry served only to soothe viserys’ conscience and convince him that marrying alicent was somehow morally passable. it allowed him to convince himself he was doing the better thing by marrying alicent. also thinking about how when he mentioned to alicent that his council wanted him to marry laena, he watched the hope flitting across her features, watched the relief in her posture thinking she was free, thinking she’d escaped his clutches. only for him to announce at the council meeting after that he wants to marry her, that he will marry her. the way she fiddles with her fingers while shaking her head almost imperceptibly at rhaenyra, trying to convince her that she did not want this, despite how it may seem. her having to bear almost everyone in that room’s distaste at viserys’ selfish decision.
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