You're Mine

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On the way back to the Sanctuary Negan kept trying to talk to me but I didn't respond. All I could think about was my friends, what they were going to do, how they would go on from here. I didn't want them to come to try to get me in case they got hurt or worse. Wait... what about Daryl. What could they be doing to him? Once I had that thought the truck stopped. "We're here sweetheart." Negan said as he got out of the truck. I looked out the window. This wasn't the place I had pictured in my head. Negan opened my door for me and held out his hand for me to take. I didn't take it, I got out of the truck on my own and I looked around at my surroundings. I could hear the walkers he had in the yard. Negan leaned into me and smirked. "Welcome home princess." I felt a chill go down my spine, that couldn't mean good things. Negan walked me inside looking at his men. "Take her to the lock-up! But be easy with her." Two men grabbed my arms.

"Where are you taking me? No! Stop!" I started to fight back, kicking my arms and legs around, and looked back seeing Negan watching as his men dragged me away, "Negan! N-Negan! Please! Please! Don't!" I screamed as loud as I could. We turn a corner and all I can see are the empty grey walls. I suddenly get thrown onto a little room and look up to see one of the men slamming it shut on me and I hear it lock. I get into the corner and hug my knees, and cry. I could hear some music that was playing down the hall from me. It sounded like the same song over and over again it got annoying and I felt bad for whoever had to listen to it. All I could hear in my head were those two words Negan said when he put me in the truck. 'You're Mine.' I started to think about it. We did kill a lot of Negan's men and steal from him... still he killed two of the best people I knew. Either way, at least it wasn't all of us. In the truck I did hear what Negan was saying, he was kind of attractive, he was a man, he was tall, he had nice lips, his eyes too ugh! Even the way he carried me to the truck, the way he would talk to me, it was soft and careful. I began to feel a slight warmth over my body thinking about him feeling some comfort in a way.

I don't know how long I had already been in this room. Maybe a few minutes? Or who knows even days? I saw someone walk in front of the door, they unlocked it to show Negan standing there with Lucille over his shoulder and a cup of water in his hand. I looked at him with some fear of seeing him again and then brought my head down to look at my knees. He walked closer to me, he crouched down. "Hey princess, miss me?" He asked, smiling, I didn't bother to answer, I just wanted him to go away. He holds out a cup for me. "Here's some water. Go ahead, drink it." I looked at the cup taking it from his hands taking a few sips. I didn't realize how thirsty I had been. He smirked as he watched me drink every last drop.

I handed the cup back to him and mumbled something soft. "Thank you." to him as he stood up.

"Well of course princess! Now, why don't you come with me? I want to show you our new room." He turned to me and held out his hand. I took it and as I got up I could feel my body was so sore. I had been sitting in the same spot for who knows how long. I followed him down a hallway and up some stairs. Everyone we went by kneeled down on one knee with their head down as we passed them. We finally arrived at the door and he turned to look at me before he opened the door. He let me in first and I looked around at everything. Mostly everything was black or dark wood, it looked quite nice and comfortable actually. Negan shut the door behind him and put Lucille down. "Do you like it?" He asked, looking at me, I just simply nodded. "Good because this is your room too, well maybe." He said as he sat down on the black leather couch. He pointed at the black and grey chair across from him, I grabbed a pillow, hugging it as I sat down. "Y/N," He smirked. "You know I'm just going to get straight to the point here, I was going to ask you to be my wife, but you are too god damn gorgeous! I need you to be mine." I looked at him confused. "I don't want you to just be another one of my wife's Doll," He shakes his head. "see here when I want something, I get it. And you are super hot! So, I have just one question for you." He moved closer to the edge of his seat. "Would you rather be mine, and get whatever you want! Or be thrown back in that cell and left there for a bit longer, and work yourself up for some points down there? I won't make you ever do anything you don't feel comfortable with sweetheart." I remembered all the people who watched us as we walked in who were working.