Title - Exception To The Rule
Chapter title - What's Mine Is Ours
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own The Walking Dead in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding this series.
Chapter Word Count - 3784 words.

A/n - So this will be the last chapter of my Flick/Negan series. But for more information about when and where you can hear a little bit more about them if you want, there'll be more info at the bottom of the page. (: xxx

Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:

Flick awoke the following morning to a cold empty bed. Normally when she stayed the night with Negan, he would wake her up for a lazy early morning fuck. Sitting up, she shivered against the cold air and pulled the duvet back around her shoulders, spotting a slip of paper on Negan's pillow. She picked it up, frowning at the hastily scrawled message.

'Don't leave. Back soon. Negan. x'

With a sigh she got out of bed, slipping on a spare pair of Negan's underwear since she couldn't go back to her own room now. Deciding to just enjoy her late morning, she took one of his t shirts too before heading to make herself a coffee. She was curious, Negan had never left her a note before. Usually if he wanted her in the morning he would wake her up before he had to leave. This was weird.

It was another hour before he got back, a little out of breath and wearing the uncommon apologetic look on his face. He propped Lucille against the wall, shed his boots and jacket and dropped onto the sofa beside her with a sigh.

"Well good morning to you too." Flick smirked.

"Sorry I took so fuckin' long doll. Didn't think it'd be that damn hard to find."

"To find what?" Flick headed to the kitchen to pour Negan a fresh coffee from the pot she had brewed. She didn't miss the appreciative hum that he made from behind her.

"So what, you become my only wife and think that means you can steal my clothes?"

"I just figured they look better on me." She winked as she moved back to him, handing him the hot mug. "Besides, they smell like you and I like that."

Negan pulled her into his side, keeping one arm secure around her waist as he drank his coffee. He placed his cup down, fishing into his pocket for something, holding it within his closed fist as his face grew serious.

"Something wrong?"

"I haven't had just one woman for a long time." He began, not quite meeting her eyes. "And it's a big deal for me but it's a decision that I know I'm ever gonna regret. Not with someone like you."

"Ne... What's this about?" Flick moved to kneel on the seat beside him, watching him curiously.

"I figured a big move like that needed something special."

"I've got everything I need, I don't need anything special."

"It's not for you." Negan shook his head, struggling with his wording. "Well, it is but it's more for me. You're welcome to say no, I'd understand but I just want people to know that this isn't just another fuckin' thing that Negan does cause he fuckin' felt like doing it." He took a deep breath, finally looking up at her. "Just to show them that this is real."

He opened his fist, revealing a simple silver ring with two stones. One diamond and one blue that Flick thought was a topaz but she was never good at remembering which stones were which. She stared at the ring, glinting in the morning sun that was managing to peak through the half opened curtains.

"I had to get it off one of the dead but I did clean it before I came up here." Negan's voice was quieter than Flick had ever heard him speak. "I looked for something in storage but there was nothing good enough for you."

"A damn ring pop would've been god enough for me." Flick rushed forward, capturing his lips as she placed a hand on his chest to steady herself. It was then that she felt the harsh thrumming of his heart and realized just how nervous about this he was. Pulling back she smiled a little, hand still feeling the beating. "No way you're scared of this." She shook her head. "Big bad Negan scared of little ol' me?"

"Don't get cocky, sweetheart." He laughed, heart beginning to slow to it's usual pace as he realized she was happy. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. I love you." She lifted her left hand, flexing her fingers so that Negan could slip it on. They shared another kiss before she shifted to sit in his lap. "I used to be a bad ass at my old camp. I came here and you turned me into a kitten."

"Kitty's got claws." Negan hummed. "I should know, they scratch down my back often enough."

"Hey, Ne?" She asked after a moment of silence as she gazed at her new jewelry. "If I found you a ring would you wear it?"

"Of course I would." There wasn't even a second of hesitation in his answer and the look of pride and joy on Flick's face was enough for him to be truly sure his decision had been right.

It became her mission to find him a ring after that day. Her ring was a reminder to him that she chose to be with him for no other reason than she wanted him. No threats were made towards her, she wasn't doing it for the sake of anyone else... She just wanted him and it was that simple.

Negan having a ring would remind Flick that he chose her. After so long of having five wives to pick and choose from, the life that most red blooded straight man would long for, he gave it all up for her. That's why she wanted to find him one. But not just any ring. It had to have some similarity to hers otherwise it just wouldn't feel right.

Simon told her on every run that she'd be lucky to find a ring to match, even tried to gently persuade her to give up. And after two weeks she nearly did. Until she remembered her old camp. She ran through the sanctuary looking everywhere for Connie, panting for her breath by the time she spotted her in the training area.

"Where's the fire?" Laura, another savior and Connie's new girlfriend, asked.

"Under my ass." Flick laughed. "Con, you remember back at my old camp, you took a box of jewelry and said Negan's wives might like it?"

"Ugh, vaguely yeah. Why?"

"What did you do with it?"

"Gave it to the wives."

"Shit fuck!" Flick sped off again, leaving the other women staring bemusedly after her.

"I think Negan's had a bad influence on her."

She checked in the wives old room and found nothing and so instead headed to find Frankie, the ex-wife she got on with the most. Frankie recalled the jewelry box and said that the girls had split it between them. But there was only one thing that Flick wanted and it seemed that Tanya had it.

Exhausted from all the running, she tiredly made her way to the kitchens to find Tanya preparing the evenings meal. She pulled her off to the side for a moment, Tanya taking her hand in between hers.

"I heard he got you a ring." She smiled. "I'm glad he finally seems so settled." Tanya had been the only other wife to have got a glimpse of the softer side of Negan before he let her go.

"That's actually why I'm here. You have something I want and I will give you whatever I can to get it."

By the time Flick was trudging back to her room, only for Negan to sidle up behind her and sweep her into his, she was ready to collapse. He chuckled at her sleepy state and silently helped her undress and climb into bed.

"Haven't seen you all day, doll. Where the fuck have you been hiding?"

"I've been running all over the place all day. I'm knackered."

"You're what now?"

"Knackered... Means I'm fucked." She smiled when he laughed, suddenly remembering why she was so tired and reaching over to grab her jeans from the floor. "But, I don't mind cause I managed to track this down..." From the pocket she pulled the item that she been hunting. A wide silver band with a blue stone in it's centre. A mans ring, probably meant for a pinky but the man who had owned it clearly had chubby fingers and so it should fit Negan's ring finger nicely. "Felt like I was trying to find the holy grail looking for that thing."

"Where'd you find it?"

"Well, I wanted one to match mine like proper wedding rings but everywhere I looked there was nothing. Then I remembered that Connie took a jewelry box from my old camp for you wives-"

"Ex wives."

"For your ex wives. I asked Frankie, she said they split it up and Tanya had the ring so I traded for it."

"Traded?" Negan raised an eyebrow as he ran his thumb across the stone. "You're the queen around here and you think you need to trade?"

"Actually, I'm only queen in your eyes. And I don't take from friends so I traded... Only that green jacket I got from storage a while back. Apparently she loved it enough to let the ring go and I love you enough to let the jacket go."

"Lucky me." Negan smirked, handing her the ring and holding out his left hand.

"Feel like I should be saying vows." She giggled. "I, Felicity Jane Parker-"

"Jane?"

"Shush... I, Felicity Jane Parker, take thee, Negan, to be my wedded husband. To screw and to sass, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for living and dead, in sickness and in health, to love and to blow, till death do us part." She was grinning as Negan laughed loudly, his uncommon, caught of guard laugh that he couldn't control.

"Ok, ok... It's only fair if I say mine too. I, Negan, take thee, Flick, to be my wedded wife. My only wedded wife... To fuck and to finger, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for living and dead, in sickness and in health, to love and to give multiple, body shaking, earth shattering, scream down the walls orgasms, till death do us part."

"I'm gonna hold you to that last bit."

"Fine by me."

Negan, after speaking to Flick about it first, had all of her things moved into his room. He told her she was free to put her things wherever she wanted because now, it was their room. He found he actually liked seeing her little touches around the place.

She always had a book by her side of the bed, part of a little trading system she'd set up around the sanctuary. She had asked Negan's permission to turn the old wives room into a small library. They began with just a few books, gradually building into a room full over time. They had one of the workers become a sort of librarian, keeping track of which books came and went and who had taken them. Negan didn't think it would be anything worthwhile but it seemed that Flick's idea was well loved.

She had spoken to him about how she missed reading new stories before she went to bed, it was something she had gotten into doing after hectic show days to relax her mind. And as it turns out, alot of people loved to read and hadn't had much of an opportunity to do so since the world ended. She also forbade him from making it a points system. She didn't think that reading needed to be paid for like that when those points were used for things much more important.

Instead, your first book was free. After that, you bring a book back to take another out. No more than one book at a time and no one can keep a book for longer than two months. Negan thought two months was excessive but Flick knew how much work it took to keep the sanctuary running. Two months was enough. If you wanted to borrow the book for longer, just take it back and request an extension. Extension were only up to another month. Any longer and then, as per Negan's insistence, points would be taken.

It was Flick's first venture into something that wasn't just going on a run and Negan was proud to see it succeed and become so popular. They had even recently found a bunch of children's books from an old day care centre. The smile Flick got whenever she passed by that room always made his heart stutter but if she ever asked him he'd just say he was getting old.

She never made the bed but he did. He owed that to their age difference and habits he got into a long time ago or maybe just the times they grew up in. Sometimes he'd make the bed and comment on her sloppiness just so she'd march over and jump on the bed to mess up his work. It always lead to a play fight which always lead to sex.

He liked seeing her all over the place. It used to be his room and that was it. Now he saw her clothes in the dresser, or more often tossed across the room in his haste to have her. He saw her shampoo and razors in the shower, saw the tiles she pressed her hands against when he slips in behind her in the early evening.

He saw her favorite mug she found in storage, a large blue one with yellow spots, big enough to eat soup from. She'd fill it with tea in the evening, or if they were lucky enough to find some, hot chocolate. She curl up against him on their sofa, holding it between her hands to feel the warmth. She always made him coffee in the morning, only half filling her giant mug.

Imprints of her were everywhere and he hadn't expected to love it as much as he did. But by far, his favorite thing about sharing a room was the music. The guitar he had found her sat pride of place by the window. Always beside it was a notebook, one she'd begun writing songs in. She had told him that she had always wanted to release her own music one day, maybe if she ever made it to the West End. And he told her to write some songs, what was stopping her now?

She was always singing or humming something. Usually show tunes, some that Negan had never heard of. Sometimes she sung her own songs and sometimes songs that she had loved in the old world. Songs that reminded her of home. It was on one such occasion that Negan realized something that had never quite clicked into place in his head before.

He was lounging in the bed, late in the evening, naked and exhausted from their earlier tryst whilst she was gazing out of the window as she so often did. She was humming something, a tune Negan didn't know and so he asked her to sing it for him, a request that had become common from him.

"Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything but I'm still waiting."

"What is this?"

"Dixie Chicks." Flick giggled at his raised eyebrow. "My sister and I used to love them so keep it shut."

"Keep singing and I'll keep quiet."

"I'm through with doubt. There's nothing left for me to figure out. I've paid a price, and I'll keep paying... I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down. I'm still mad as hell, and I don't have time to go 'round and 'round and 'round. It's too late to make it right. I probably wouldn't if I could. 'Cause I'm mad as hell, can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should."

"Have I told you how much I love your voice?"

"Every damn day." She smiled, slipping back into their bed and settling on her back. Negan shifted so his head was resting on her stomach, gesturing for her to continue. "I know you said, 'why can't you just get over it?' It turned my whole world around and I kinda like it." Negan noticed a crack in her voice and reached for her hand. "I made my bed, and I sleep like a baby with no regrets, and I don't mind saying, it's a sad, sad story when a mother will teach her dau-" Flick broke off, tears flowing freely down her cheeks and settling into the pillow.

This wasn't the first time Negan had seen her cry but it never got any easier to witness. He sat up and moved them around so he could pull her into his chest. He stayed quiet, stroking her hair until she quietened.

"Your sister?" He knew that was the reason for her tears. Over their time together he had learned that despite her sister being four years older than her, they had been as close as sisters could be.

"I just miss her so much sometimes." She sniffed,burying her face in his chest. "Jessa taught me everything I know about music... I miss singing with her."

And out of nowhere, the pieces in his mind slotted together. "Jessa?"

"Yeah. I've told you her name before, haven't I?"

"Maybe..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just, remind me I need to talk to Simon about something important in the morning."

The following morning Negan was gone when Flick awoke. She didn't have a run to go on and was only planning on heading to help fix part of a fence that was getting damaged and so decided to have a slow start. She was just stepping out of the shower when Negan came in. A dirty smile crossed his face when he saw her, dripping wet and covered only by a towel but he forced himself to focus on the matter at hand.

"Get dressed, doll. We're heading out."

"We?"

"Me, you, Simon and some of the others."

"Where are we going?" Flick began to dry herself off, giggling a little when Negan had to turn his back to her just so he could concentrate.

"It's a surprise."

Flick was curious. Negan had given her surprises before of course but they were always within the sanctuary so she could give him a good long thank you after. She dressed quickly, tying her damp hair up into a ponytail. When she let Negan know she was ready he gave her hair a gentle tug, something that always reminded her how he liked to hold onto her hair whenever he took her from behind. Hoping she'd have the chance to thank him for whatever this surprise might be, she followed him out to the trucks.

Simon was already in the drivers seat, a strange look on his face. He was running a finger along his mustache, staring at his other hand on the steering wheel. Flick nudged him as she climbed into the seat beside him, Negan behind her, but he barely reacted.

"Everything alright, Simon?"

"Hm?" He seemed shocked, like he hadn't even noticed her enter the vehicle. "Yeah, all good kid. You ready?"

"Born ready."

It was a long drive and Flick had quickly slumped into Negan's side, idly playing with his long fingers. Eventually, they arrived at what appeared to be another settlement. Frowning, she followed Negan out of the truck.

"Negan?" A squirrely man by the gate looked startled to see him. "You were here two days ago... I-I thought you said once a week."

"Don't worry you're little fuckin' head Niall. We're just visiting today. I even brought my wife along." Negan gestured to Flick, a proud smile on his face. Niall stared at her for a long moment. "Niall, I hope you're not being rude to her."

"Of course not! S-sorry. It's nice to meet you, miss... Uh... Mrs Negan?"

Flick snorted, lightly punching Negan's arm at his loud booming laughter. "Sure. But call me Flick, alright?"

Simon murmured something to Niall, looking over to where the man pointed to before leading Flick and Negan along. Negan instructed the others to keep a watch, make sure no one stepped out of line as he kept his arm around Flick's shoulders.

"You know I do what I can to keep you happy, right?" He whispered as they walked and Flick nodded. "Well, I would've brought you hear after our first visit if I'd got my fuckin' brain into gear a little sooner. I'm sorry I didn't think to tell you before."

"Tell me what?"

They stopped outside of a trailer, Simon knocking thrice on the door. An angry shout of 'what?' came from inside and so Simon pulled the door open and stepped in, going no further than the threshold. It was strange, Simon always went wherever he wanted at someone else's camp but here he seemed wary to go any further.

"Bought you a visitor." He said to someone on the opposite end of the trailer. A disinterested hum was the response. "Not Negan this time, although he is here too. Someone else." Another hum. "Her name's Flick, thought you might be interested." Silence. Simon backed up, footsteps coming after him. Flick was frowning until, finally, there was a figure in the doorway.

Just as short as Flick, brunette hair in messy waves and big green eyes just like hers. Flick's jaw went slack as she stared, eyes stinging with the threat of oncoming tears. She took a step forward and stopped, just looking up at her.

"Jessa?" How could it be, that after all this time since the world ended, Flick's big sister was here in America, here in front of her? "How are- What are you doing here?"

"Could say the same thing to you, Flicky." Jessa descended the two steps, reaching up to tuck Flick's hair behind her ear. "I came to see you." She whispered.

"What?"

"Before the world ended. I was gonna surprise you on closing night but I never made it to the theater."

"All this time, you've been alive..." Flick pushed herself forward, wrapping her arms around her sister, sobbing into her shoulder when she felt her sister do the same. "You've been a two hour drive away all this time and I had no idea."

"Shh, hey it's alright. We're together now."

"How did you end up in this camp?" Flick asked pulling back, glancing at Negan. He silently gestured that he and Simon would leave them to it for a while and pulled the other man away, deciding to watch the girls from a distance.

"That is a long story."

A/n - Whew! So, this Negan mini series is finished. HOWEVER, if you want to read more little snippets about Flick and Negan then I will be (eventually) writing a new mini series surrounding Flick's sister, Jessa, and Simon. You'll see how Simon came to meet Jessa, right to this point where I just left off, and on to see where Jessa goes from here. Not sure when that will be coming, but I'll post on this story when it comes so make sure to add this fic to your alerts if you're interested.

Thank you all so so much for the faves, follows and reviews. I really do appreciate it. And if I write for Negan again in the future, which lets face it I probably will, I hope you'll check it out too! xxx