The Replacement

Part Twenty-two

Warning: swearing, smut

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Negan woke up this morning with a heavy heart, the night before replaying in his mind on repeat with each breath he took. Exiting the main bedroom, Negan pauses in front of the room Y/N had slept in the night before. Raising a hand to knock on the door, Negan stops midway. Maybe best thing to do is just to leave, she's obviously pissed at you and wouldn't want to see you in any case.

Negan drops his hand with a sigh of defeat, deciding to head downstairs and get ready to leave for the mission instead. Reaching the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks when seeing you busy making breakfast.

"You're awake" Negan stammers, staring at you nervously.

"You need to eat before leaving" you respond, placing a plate for him on the kitchen counter.

Negan doesn't respond, instead he stares silently at the plate.

"It's not poisoned..." you snicker, grabbing a bit of it and placing it in your mouth to prove it.

"It's not that" Negan faintly smirks at your remark. "Just thought you wouldn't wanna see my face after last night... Didn't expect this at all."

"Grab a seat Negan" you exhale heavily.

"Baby, I'm so-"

Raising a hand, you pause him midsentence. "Eat... and listen while I speak."

Swallowing down a sigh, Negan takes a seat at the dining table.

"I'm extremely mad at you, yes... but not because of what happened. I'm mad because you took so long to tell me about it" pausing to take a deep breath, you continue on. "I understand that you had no other choice but to do what that woman demanded from you. It was a life-or-death decision you had to make, not only for yourself but for everyone here."

"Does that mean, you forgive me?" Negan looks to you hopefully.

"No" you answer, face void of any emotion.

Negan's head drops in defeat, all hope of fixing things with you lost.

"There's nothing to forgive. I know that you would never deliberately do anything to hurt me."

Negan's head instantly pops back up at your words. "So, we good then?"

"Not really" you get up from your seat to move toward him.

Negan pushes his chair back from the table in order to face you better, a childlike look of hope on his face as he stared up at you.

Reaching out, you bring the side of his face against your stomach, "we'll get there though..."

Letting out a sigh of relief, Negan presses a kiss to your stomach.

Knowing that this might be the last time you'll ever be with him, you pull Negan up to stand. 

"You ok?" Negan stares down at you in concern.

With a faint smile, you nod, reaching out to cup his cheek, and pulling him down for a kiss. Negan was surprised at first by the move, but instinctively returns the kiss.

The kiss becomes more heated, and you reach down to unbuckle Negan's belt. Breaking the kiss, Negan presses his forehead against yours, "you sure?"

Biting into your lower lip, you stare into his eyes and silently nod. The two of you hastily begin undressing one another, once undressed, Negan lifts you up onto the table then.

Gently pressing his forehead against yours, "as much as I'd loved to prolong this, we don't have much time" he breathes against your lips.

"It's ok" you whisper back at him, "I'm ready if you are..."