The Girl Who Never Cries (Negan x Reader)

Chapter 6: Bad Blood

- Y/N has to face the punishment for her actions, but it's nothing she could have ever imagined -

"What were you thinking?" Rick's voice makes you sigh in annoyance. After Daryl brought you to your house and you took a quick shower, your father sat you down at the kitchen table. While he is overjoyed having you and the others back, in one piece even, he's still angry about what happened at the gate.

"Dad, can you calm down for a moment?" You ask him softly.

But he continues, "They will punish you, Y/N."

"For what?" Exasperation is clear in your tone. "For laughing?"

Rick throws his arms up in frustration. "Disobedience, Y/N! This will have consequences."

Loud and feigned laughter escapes you. "Oh, now you are concerned about consequences?"

"That's nothing to joke about, Y/N-" Rick tries to defend himself, but you won't let him.

"Dad, for real now, I've just laughed. Admittedly at the wrong moment, fine, but so what? I haven't touched Dwight and Mr. Mustache intervened before anything could have happened."

Your father sighs in frustration. With his elbows resting on the table, he lays his head in his hands. He is clearly worried and it doesn't go unnoticed by you. "I think it would be the best, if you were out with Daryl next time they come for the pick up."

You look at your father in disbelief and you say, "You can't be serious. If anything, that would only make things worse. I made a mistake, Dad, and I will take responsibility for that."

"But Negan-"

"Negan won't kill me for laughing, Dad. He takes me for one if not the most useful scavenger of the community." Or at least you hope he still does. While he had told you that much, he is still hard to read and predict, especially with how you two parted ways the last time you two spoke.

"If something happens to you, Y/N-"

"It won't." You assure him with your hand resting on his arm, "Promised."

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In retrospect, you should not have promised anything. The closer the next pickup came, the more you were on edge. All of the confidence you had a week ago dwindled as the days went by and when the all too familiar sound of the trucks settled at the gate, even the smallest rest of it went right out the window.

With your hand still clinging to the doorknob of the infirmary, you debate whether you should quickly scurry back inside. With your heart rapidly beating against your ribcage you watch the saviors jumping out their vehicles, gathering at the gate. The last time you felt that anxious was the night at the clearing. Giving the circumstances, you might follow Glenn and Ab, somehow you have a feeling you can't really talk yourself out of this one.

Your hands start to sweat as you search the gathering crowd, Negan has yet to appear somewhere. Maybe he isn't supervising this week's pickup. Simon had to replace him already one time for whatever reason. Maybe it's going to be the same thing today. No, it's just wishful thinking and you know that. He won't miss the chance to punish Alexandria for fucking up. And just as that thought passes your mind, you spot the signature leather jacket of the saviors leader in the crowd.

Negan marches through the people, his beloved bat resting against his shoulder. And he looks pissed.

Your stomach churns in response to your rising heart rate. The fight or flight instinct is screaming at you to go back inside, but you force yourself to stay your ground - you are scared but not a coward!