Her Savior

                                    

                                          
Blake breathed hard now, staring at the moustachioed Simon as her eyes met with his.
                          
She wasn't particular surprised that he was here, knowing that Negan had likely asked them to follow him at a distance. But she was truly and utterly relieved that Negan had sent a search party after her so fast.
                          
But before she could say anything to him, the wolf named Derek readjusted his grip on his knife and staggered over to her, tugging Blake's head hastily back by the hair, before pressing said-blade, to her slender and exposed throat.
                          
Blake felt the air leaving her lungs now...as she struggled to keep still, feeling the weapon press deeper and deeper into her skin.
                          
"I-I'll fucking do it!" said the black haired man through gritted teeth, pointing at Simon with his other hand. "I'll bleed her out right now!"
                          
But Simon just stared back at Derek lazily, not saying a word, as suddenly, there was movement in the undergrowth behind him.
                          
And it was then, as casual as ever, that Negan stepped out of the shadows, with that cocky swagger of his, his usual dark leather jacket shrugged haphazardly over his torso, with Lucille propped up across his slumped shoulders.
                          
Arat followed closely behind now, along with four or five other Saviours, Blake vaguely recognised, all carrying guns and intimidating weapons of their own, coming to stop just at the tree line.
                          
But Blake still couldn't relax, not when she knew just how bloodthirsty and unpredictable the Wolves could be.
                          
Although, so could Negan.....
                          
And right now, if looks could kill, then Derek and his buddies would have been dead hours ago...
                          
For Negan looked livid, his face set grimly, his lips narrow. And even from here, Blake could see a tick in his cheek, as he clenched his long jaw tightly, obviously grinding his teeth.
                          
If Blake hadn't have known him, she might have thought him to be the scariest person she had ever laid eye son.
                          
But the dark-haired Saviour's chocolate eyes were on hers and only hers right now....unblinking...seething at the state she was in, scratched up, tied up, with a knife at her neck.
                          
"You ok, Peaches?" he said finally, addressing her directly, his eyes drifting up and down her bound, dress -covered body as Blake breathed hard, trying not to panic.
                          
But the caramel-blonde gritted her own teeth, a dark frown passing over her face.
                          
"Does it look like I'm ok?!" she snapped back, seething now. Angry at everything.
                          
At these stupid wolves, at the knife at her neck, at David for all that he had put her through for so many years.....and even Negan now as he stood before her, because of his arrogance.
                          
Negan's lips twitched up slightly, but he could obviously tell that there were slightly more pressing matters at hand than having their usual back and forth banter right now.
                          
And so, the dark-haired Saviour strolled easily forward, his eyes flickering down, passing the snapping walker on the far side of the camp fire, and coming to stop just a little way in front the two men on the ground, bleeding onto the dirt and grass around them.
                          
"Well, shit," he muttered bluntly, arching his back with every syllable that he spoke.. "You folks thinkin' of havin' a party with Peaches here, and you don't. even. fuckin'. invite me?"
                          
Even from here Blake could see that the red-head and the curly haired guy were both cowering where they knelt, looking petrified at this very moment.