WHO: Alicia and Negan WHAT: Negan visits one of his wives. WHEN: Today WHERE: Wives' Quarters RATING: TBD (but Negan!) STATUS: In progress
Click, click, click The sound of the metal flicking into place, blade and handle working together, had become a reassuring sound to Alicia over the years. Strange really, how a blade she had once stolen from her kidnapper had become her main comfort. While she had it, she felt safe. She cleaned in religiously after every kill. Didn't matter if it was human or walker, by the end it was always gleaming and ready to be put back in the weapons locker. As always there was a moment of reluctance before she put it back, as she twirled it in her hand a few more times before finally relinquishing it, missing the feel of the weight of it the instant she did.
It wasn't as though she needed it while she was in the compound. Alicia had proven very quickly how capable she was of standing up for herself, and everyone knew not to ever touch one of Negan's wives. No, it wasn't for her protection that she wanted it, just that sweet reassurance of having it there. Well, she supposed it wasn't quite the same as having a teddy bear.
She stretched out, feeling the muscles in her shoulders release as she waved a casual goodbye to her escort of the day. She was a good one for following the rules, that good girl element from high school harder to break than it seemed. Negan allowed her the freedom to go out and help the group, as long as she took someone with her. Alicia wasn't stupid, she knew the consequences of going against Negan's rules, even though she liked to believe he felt a little bit of affection for her. Maybe. Besides, as rules went it was a good one. She had survived on her own for a long time but that didn't mean she didn't appreciate the strategic advantage of having someone else with her when she left the safety of the Sanctuary walls.
As she headed back to the wives quarters, she spotted a bottle of bourbon on the side in the kitchen. Probably a new acquisition from Hilltop. Not a bad one either, and she nodded with appreciation, pouring herself a small glass and knocking it straight back, enjoying the slight burn of the alcohol. Loosening her hair from the tight ponytail it was in, she sank down on her common room couch with a small groan of satisfaction, wondering if Negan would want her that night or if she would be able to get an early sleep in. And a thought that she didn't want to probe too deeply crossed her mind; that she really didn't mind which possibility happened.