⚠️ TW: death, blood, gore, smexy time, and everything that comes with watching The Walking Dead⚠️
Your group encounters Negan. He takes a deep interest in you, but it's different this time. Nothing like his wives, you are more to him. You're his.
Our way back to the Sanctuary was painfully quiet. I sat in the middle of the driver and Negan, neither one of them said anything. As the truck stopped Negan helped me out and held my hand like he always did. "Are you okay darlin'?" He asked while moving a piece of hair from my face.
"Yeah, just why did you kill spencer?" I looked up at him nervously waiting for my answer.
"I could tell he made you uncomfortable, and I saw him looking at your legs in a way I didn't like. We can talk about this later, let's go." He moved his hand in front of him letting me walk before him. He grabbed my shoulder making me stop as he quickly wiped off the back of my dress. "Can't have you looking dirty darlin'." He said in my ear as he gave my butt a slap as he walked by me. I blinked a few times as a blush washed over my face. I followed behind him seeing a blond woman dragging Eugene into the building.
"Nega-" I began to say not wanting him to hurt Eugene.
"Don't worry Darlin," He turned to me. "she is bringing him to his room. Now let's go," He held out his hand for me to take. "Dwighty boy might need to have a chat with Lucille." I took his hand as we walked into the Sanctuary walking to Dwight's room. Before we had left Alexandrea one of his men came up to him whispering something in his ear that made him angry. I didn't want to ask about it knowing it would just make him more pissed off. We walked over to Dwight's door to see three of Negan's men waiting for him. Negan walked over to the door knocking on the door to a tune. The door didn't open for a few seconds and one of Negan's men looked at him, Negan nodded and he kicked in the door. The men went over to Dwight and started to kick and punch him. Negan stood there and watched as his men beat them up.
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Negan and I soon walked away going into Negan's room. I sat down on the bed watching Negan as he walked over to the whiskey bottle and poured himself a glass.
"What did Dwight do?" I said looking at him.
Negan took a sip of his glass. "He let Daryl out." He grabbed his walkie-talkie off the table. "And now Fat Joey is dead." He sat down next to me. I looked at his face seeing he was genuinely upset about Fat Joey dying, I held his empty hand and laid my head on his shoulder trying to make him feel better. I know he just killed my friend but Spencer deserved it, I never really liked him, especially after he tried to get with me. But Oliva, on the other hand, didn't deserve to die but I've come to learn that anyone can die no matter how old or young. And being here with Negan, I felt the safest I have in a long time. Negan's hand made its way to my thigh. He brought the walkie-talkie to his mouth pressing a button. "For anyone out there who loved the obese bastard as much as I did, I just want to say a few words. Fat Joey was not the most badass son of a bitch, but he was loyal. He had a great sense of humor. In fact, we were just joking about oral sex with Lucille the other day. Things will not be the same now that he's dead. Without Fat Joey, Skinny Joey is just..." Negan pauses and sighs. "...Joey. So it's a goddamn tragedy. So, let's have a moment of silence." Negan lets go of the button and put the walkie-talkie down. For the rest of the day, Negan spent it together in his room getting to know each other and what we did before all of this. I didn't learn too much, he was very brief about what he did in the past but I didn't want to ask too much, 'don't poke the bear', I could hear my mother's words in the back of my head. He did tell me one thing that made me kind of happy in a way, he said that none of his wives really mattered to him anymore, he said ever since he saw me I was the only thing he wanted, the only thing he craved. We had a very steamy makeout session on the couch though but he stopped it, he didn't want to push it just yet, he found out I was a virgin and I think he wanted to make my first time more meaningful.
