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I jumped out of the truck after Dwight as we returned back to the sanctuary. After a number of days, Negan had me lead a small crew of men to one of the larger areas they had scavenged before but Anne’s husband Roland had confirmed that they hadn’t combed through it very well. The run had gone relatively smooth apart from me having to step in to kill a walker that a man was ignoring as it limped closer, the man got in my face when I told him he should’ve been more careful. He backed me into a wall and I punched him in the gut, resulting in a fight that would’ve ended badly for one of us had Dwight and Roland hadn’t come and pulled us apart.
“Well did you find any shit that we’d left behind?” Negan called out as we unloaded.
“Yeah. We did.” I grumbled as I tried to walk past him.
“And you think you don’t have to help unpack?” he asked keeping his face forward as he caught my arm, stopping me.
“Let go of me.” I froze. “Please…” I stated firmly.
He stepped back so he was in front of me and I kept my eyes down. “Kat,” he lifted his hand to touch my face and I turned it away from him. He grabbed my chin and titled it up, forcing me to look up at him. I glared at him before moving my eyes to the side. “Black eye? What the shit happened to you? All that time in Alexandria made you soft?”
“don’t want to talk ‘bout it.”
“Too bad, tell me what happened.” He commanded.
“Your shit men can’t handle a girl savin them from a walker! Let alone pointin out that they should be careful out there.” I said, yanking my head back from his grasp. He looked up at the group of men that were waiting by the trucks, one of them also sporting a black eye.
Summary: While fem!Reader and Rip have reached a comfortable middle ground, it seems neither one of them know how to make the next move. When a buyer for the foal forces Reader into a tight corner, will she find the courage to stand up for herself?
Rating: Part 3 - PG-13. Full series: explicit (it’s happening in part four, I swear!)
Word count: 3k
A/N: Originally, this was supposed to be the final part of the series! But it got much longer than I expected so I didn’t want to make you wait for a 6-8k installment when you’ve already waited so long for this part! So it’s been split up into two parts because you’ve been so patient with me :)
I leaned against the corral fence as Constance rested, head
lowered and tail swishing comfortably. The colt raced in circles, kicking up
dust, his eyes bright and ears pricked forward. Alert. Alive.
“Full of piss ‘n’ vinegar, ain’t he?” Rip said as he
approached.
He propped his forearms on the fence beside me with just enough distance
between us that we didn’t touch.
Ever since that near-kiss in the barn four months ago, it had been
like this. Careful. Measured. It seemed neither one of us knew what the next
step should be. But we found ourselves gravitating toward each other anyway.