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“The Angel?” Rick asks dubiously as he listens to Jesus.
“The angel is apparently Negan's wife. We don’t really know much about either of them.” Jesus says as he guides them throughout the hilltop.
“Why are y’all so afraid?” Rick asks as he follows the long haired man who asked for their help in breaking the tyrant that is Negan.
“That’s hard to explain.” Is all Jesus says.
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Standing before the men under his command Negan can’t help it as a cocky smirk pulls across his face, his trusty bat limply held in his hand as he watches the vermin do their daily task. Basking in the ambiance of their due diligence.
This is more than he ever thought he’d have after the world went to shit, he has only one person to thank for all his doing.
Tilting his head his gaze finds the lithe form of his beloved, the little minx has his curls tied up showing off his neck, the stray from being near the furnace gleaming off of Harry's neck.
Negan watches with a fondness that would and does terrify some people.
Simon would know withholding a shudder as he stood idly by his leader's side.
It's a scary thing to see, such an unpredictable man being so docile when confronted with the Angel as Harry is dubbed by the saviors.
“He’s truly something isn’t he?” Negan asks not truly caring for a reply as he keenly watches his Angel speak with the head of their kitchen.
If Negan keeps his gaze focused on the perky ass of Harry, well who can blame him. Though should he catch anyone else gazing at what belongs to him.
Lucile would like a snack is all he’ll say on that.
“Yes he is,” Simon replies dutifully, though he does agree that the small man is a force to be reckoned with.
Angels were known as warriors for a reason.
Simon has seen personally what the blade upon the man’s back can do, the finely crafted blade seems to be ortamintal at first glance but when you see Harry swiftly dispatched twenty Dead by himself you realize that the blade is sharp and just as deadly as the wielder.
The sanctuary as Negan so fondly named their base, was a place that Harry was able to find, before all of this, when he had been picked up by the two they had only the clothing on their backs.
When he started to follow them it had been out of necessity, but after becoming a part of something that is more grand than anyone could possibly fathom he felt he found where he belonged.
He is loyal to Negan, but he is devout to Harry, like most of the people among them.
Unbeknownst to Simon, Negan is very aware of how fickle his loyalty can be if given the situation or opportunity.
Negan knows the dangers of devotees, but having more people to look after the only person hex cares for in this fucking hell whole, is too good of a con to pass up.
Plus, he knows his Angel would be upset if he killed needlessly.
“What’s going on with that fucker whose killing our men?” Negan asks talking about the group Simon meet earlier today, the fuckers think they don’t know who is the culprit, shows just how naive they are.
“Cocky bunch, the big shot had the audacity to tell me to give him our shit, said he’d leave only one of us alive. who does that?” Ignoring the fact that he had asked the same thing.
“A pup trying to be a wolf,” Negan laughs when the voice of Harry makes Simon jump, the man still isn’t used to how silent Harry is.
“What do you want to do about it?” Harry watches as Negan grips Lucile, knowing that while Negan doesn’t care about those who got killed; he hates the disrespect toward his authority.
He wonders how theatric the man will be, he sure does like to put on a show.
“It’s your show,” Harry says, but wonders if he should get involved, he’s gotten lax with dealing with those outside The Sanctuary.
He likes their little world Negan and him were able to build.
They both found each other in their darkest moments.
He had aparated randomly from the anguish of seeing his sweet Teddy being devoured by his own grandmother, the woman must have passed in her sleep before he could warn them of the dangers. He had been so busy helping the masses he forgot about his own boy.
That won’t ever happen again, as long as he and Negan and his little bean inside him survive this he could care less. His past, his saving people thing.
The irony of their group's namesake was not lost on him, the little shit Negan suggested after he had told him Hermione used to say he had a saving people thing.
“It’s fitting, you did save me after all.” Negan had told him when he asked why he chose that name.
What could Harry have said against that?
“My Angel,” Negan eclaims with his usual obnoxious smile as he pulls Harry into a chaste kiss, “you spoil me so.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to Harry forehead before speaking to the people below.
Simon still thinks it’s scary to see such a domestic scene knowing how violent both can be.
Harry might not look like it, but if you threaten something that is his he’ll cut you down before you even think of becoming a problem.
The small man has a strange way of knowing when someone is lying to him.
“Minions!” Negan's voice reverberates throughout the giant room waiting till they all stop.
“I’m sure you’ve all heard of the pansy ass wannabe’s that have been fucking our shut up!” Negan says allowing them to quiet down from their shouting agreement of anger.
“Tonight, our dear boy Simon has made their leader upset,” Negan says, his grin full of bloodthirst.
“And now all we need to do is lead them into their kennels.” Negan intones watching as they shout like the sheep they are.
“Now all I need is you all,” Negan finishes.
Harry wonders what’s in store for the people who dared to attack their people.