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ii.| Remembering |
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"Nathan is dead."
- Negan
Bon Jovi blared out from the speakers of Nathan's truck, the words to Livin' on a Prayer hitting Ava's ears as they laid on the hood. She watched curiously as he jotted his name down in a notebook, drawing a circle around various letters before pausing so he could cough into his elbow.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a small grin, resting her chin against his shoulder. Nathan strained his neck in order to look at her, kissing her temple before looking back at what he had written.
"It's the name I would have given myself, had I been given the option." he informed her softly as a smile played at his lips.
He quickly wrote down the circled letters in the order he wanted them and showed her. She furrowed her brow as she read the name.
"Negan? Isn't that, I don't know, a little weird?" Ava questioned his choice, finding the name to be strange and almost dark.
Nathan shrugged, her words not affecting him as she was simply speaking her mind. "I guess to some maybe, but I like it." he replied before setting he notebook down at his side.
She wouldn't fight him on it. She could see he was proud and didn't want to take that from him. "So Negan....", she began to say, "I think I can get used to that."
"Well hello, beautiful." Negan whispered, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he stepped forward, and Ava did the best she could to sit up straighter. "What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into?"
"I could say the same for you, Nathan. What happened to you, why are you doing this?"
Negan tensed as the woman spoke his real name and narrowed his eyes. No one other than a girl named Ava and himself knew about him changing his name, so how could this woman...
His eyes went wide as it finally hit him. "Ava?" She had aged some, but the young girl he once knew still lingered in her blue eyes. "It's really you." A sudden rush of anger flowed through him, and his eyes narrowed once more.
"Nathan, why--" Ava began to speak but was quickly interrupted.
"Nathan is dead." Negan blurted out, voice a low growl, and Ava frowned at his words. He stood back up and looked around at his men.
"Don't just stand around, get to fucking work!" he snapped harshly, and the men quickly hurried off to do whatever else needed to be done. He turned his attention back to Ava, clenching his jaw as he motioned with his hand for her to stand up.
Ava pushed herself up off the ground and brushed the small rocks off her knees before looking up into his eyes.
Negan reached out to take hold of her arm, "You and I need to talk." he stated, voice deep and gravely. Ava nodded in understanding, taking a deep breath before she replied.
"Okay, but not here in the open." She looked around and sighed. "Follow me." she whispered, turning on her heel and retreating back to her home.
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