No Sanctuary For Old Men [18+] |Negan| ✔️ Complete

XXXVII • Fasten Your Seatbelts

Daphne stretched out on the counter with a satisfied groan, taking a deep drag off of her cigarette. Negan shimmied himself under her legs, keeping a hand on her calf as he plucked the smoke from her hand.

"You don't smoke," she teased, bumping his chest playfully with her knee.

"Sometimes when the situation fuckin' calls for it," he replied, puffing a perfect smoke ring into the air.

"Like mindblowing sex?" She giggled, and waggled her fingers to take the death stick back from him. He handed it over and then let his arm drape over her still naked stomach. 

They were both spent, and hadn't even had the energy to put their clothes back on.

"Gavin to Sanctuary, come back," the radio crackled.

Daphne bolted upright, jello legs forgotten. 

Negan slid off of the counter and plucked the mouthpiece from its holster, bringing it to his mouth. "Whatcha fuckin' got?" 

"Letty's group found Alexandria, been watching them from the trees," came the reply. "There's a lot of hubbub, looks like they're planning to go somewhere. It's a pretty fortified community, she says, so we might have better luck ambushing them on the road, over."

Negan looked positively gleeful as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Fuck yeah, you guys did good. Give me the coordinates and I want constant updates on their position, how many they are, all the gritty fuckin' details."

"You got it," Gavin said, and started rattling off coordinates. 

Daphne snatched up the pencil and notebook from the radio table and scratched them all down. When she finished, she set down the notebook triumphantly, raising her glittering eyes to his.

She took him in wholly in that moment, standing there stark naked, tall, proud, with the most wicked glint in his amber gaze. The King of the Sanctuary, ready to obliterate his enemies. She wanted to dive right back on his cock right there, but the door burst open to reveal Arat and Simon.

"Jesus Christ, is no place sacred?!" The moustached man covered his eyes over dramatically.

Daphne threw her head back in a laugh.

"As if you've never fucked in here." Negan pointed at Simon, turning to reveal his full frontal to them.

"I should know better than to open doors on you." Arat sighed, and turned the wheelchair around. "The amount of times I've been blinded by your dick."

"You mean blessed with the fuckin' holy sight of my dick." Her boss grinned, and wiggled his hips a little to emphasize his point. 

Daphne was gasping for air at this point in her mirth, and Arat disappeared back through the doorway.

They were dressed and striding up to the long line of vehicles in less than five minutes.

"All ready, my little rabbits?" Regina trilled excitedly, a teasing tone in her voice. 

Negan clapped his hand on her shoulder with a grin, and leaned over the map Fat Joey had spread out on the hood of the leading Jeep. 

"So this is where Alexandria is." Joey pointed to a little skull and crossbones he'd drawn. "Letty's going to keep everyone updated on their movements."

"And we cut 'em the fuck off wherever they're goin'," Negan said and spread his arms wide, turning to the massive group of Saviors that were congregating around them. "Ladies and not-so-gentle men, today we lost one of the best motherfuckin' crews the Saviors has ever had. These pussy-assed rats snuck in and murdered an entire outpost in their sleep like dishonourable fucking dickholes. So we're gonna fuckin' treat them like the rodents they are, and play a little cat and fuckin' mouse." He grinned, the maniacal twinkle in his eye not lost on his faithful followers. "Then we're gonna show them that you don't FUCK with the Saviors of the fucking apocalypse!"

He threw up his hands and a roar rose up in the ranks, a rising crescendo that Daphne could feel deep in her belly. Her heart clenched as she screamed with them, all these people ready to wreak vengeance on the people that murdered their friends.

This was it, she realized. This was what it felt like when you had a family.